More pleasure for Ms. Lia

Rolling up to Ms. Lia’s house, pull out my phone and see that I’m within range for Custom Girls to do it’s magic. With 6 gems, I can afford a least one nice new addition to her commands, but I decide to just mess with her a bit to start. I sporadically tap the Drop Item and Bend Over commands, smiling as I know that her morning is just a bit more chaotic now.

Looking down at my phone, I see a small gear icon next to the commands that I hadn’t noticed before. Selecting it, a small pop-up appears with the only option being Replace. I never knew this would be a thing, but I guess I’m glad that I can go back if I ever have any regrets.

“Second guessing yourself? I’m surprised, you were having so much fun!”

In a serious panic I jolt up in my car seat, but quickly recognize the woman who had appeared in the passenger seat. Jane had decided to pop in for a visit it seemed.

“Fuck, did you really need to scare me like that?” Calming down a bit more, I turn to the succubus. I want to stay upset at her for sneaking up like that, but eyeing her body mellows me out a bit.

“Well I’d say yes, it’s fun! You should know all about fun by now, you’ve been having a field day, you little pervert!” She punctuates this with a little jab at my chest as she giggles.

Sigh. “It’s whatever. I guess there’s some reason you’re here?”

“You’d guess right! There’s two things, one you’ve already found. We added a way to replace changes you’ve installed, although you can’t really remove things completely. It’s more like replacing a command with a different one. We’re here to gather sexual energy, getting rid of kinky stuff is way too vanilla, but we know you might miss the mark on what you want.”

“So I can just swap out a command for one I’d like better?”

“You can, but it takes a gem each time, and your options will be a bit more limited. It’s only stuff that’s easy to replace it with so getting to work in their head is quicker.”

“This is a very weird system you have.”

“Hey! You try working with this magic, it is NOT easy!” Seemingly offended, but in a more joking way, Jane crosses her arms in a transparent attempt to draw my eyes to her tits. It worked.

“Anyways, is that it? Seems like something you could have sent a text message about.”

“That’s it for the App, but I have a bit of news for you. Your lovely teacher is a little confused by her commands, so she was going to see a therapist tomorrow at noon. Just figured you could have a bit of fun with that. Anyways, have fun with your mom and teacher, and tell Alice I said hi!” With that, she fades away leaving me alone in the car.

A therapist visit? That should be fun, I’ll need to mess with her a bit for it. I’m at LEAST going to leave a present for them in her tits, but I’ll see what develops.

Taking a look at Ms. Lia’s current triggers, I decide that the speech command is the most expendable for replacement. It was fun making her take a bit more dirty, but it’s really niche compared to her other commands. Selecting it for replacement, I take a look at the three options presented to me, all only one gem.

Permanently hard nipples

Feels immense pleasure when her breasts are played with or rubbed against

Squeezes tits whenever she says “breasts” or a similar word

Taking a moment to think over the options, it occurs to me the second options has pretty good synergy with her cleavage pocket command. I can see it now, her lips parting and eyes widening as she fishes her keys from her cleavage. That combo would basically **** her to masturbate with every little thing she uses. I select this option and it appears in the list of commands where he speech rules were, and before I can be seen I decide to take off to school.

Waking up topless was no longer a shock for Ms. Lia. In the last two days, she had accepted the fact her new dress code considered only panties suitable nightwear. Her only hope now was her therapist could bring some answers, but she doubted that somehow. Making her way over to the dresser, she attempts to put on bras from her dresser until her hands decide to cooperate with her. With a small pile growing by her feet, she finally settles on a dark purple demi-bra. Her nipples are right on the edge and the lace is a little too much for school, but after spending so much time at the drawer she needs to move on.

Walking to her closet, she feels a much greater bounce in her chest than yesterday. The current bra she’s wearing is just as sexy as before, but gives significantly less support than the push-up bra and lets her tits jiggle around in front of her. With a scowl she stops, looking down at her tits as if daring them to jiggle, and steps to the closet more carefully. With most things ineligible, she finds a small tank top that her hands like. Putting it on, not only is her cleavage on display for all, a small amount of midriff is showing above her waist.

Despite her frustration towards her state of dress, she knows she can’t afford to spend more time here and risk getting carried into class again. Leaning into her closet, she’s acutely aware of how her boobs sway and jiggle in their current state of coverage. Pulling out a classy suit jacket, she tries it on in front of her mirror. From the front her cleavage dominates her presence, which doesn’t change regardless of how buttoned her jacket is. It does make her look a little more presentable, so she decides to live with it. At the very least she looks like she’s dressed like a teacher from behind. Stepping into a skirt that goes down to about two-thirds thigh, she heads down the stairs to get a quick bite to eat. On her way, she finds that all attempts to stop the bouncing short of grabbing her tits are futile, so to her disappointment she learns she’ll have to just deal with it.

After some quick sprucing up, she goes to grab a smoothie from the refrigerator to drink. She knows fully well where it will end up, but she’s alone in her house and nothing else would really be suitable for the limited time she has. Taking a long drink, she caps off the bottle as her hand puts it away in her cleavage, and the moment the bottle pushes in her eyes go wide.

“OOOOOH!” She moans in pleasure as the bottle slides in between her tits, her legs shaking and a shock going through her juicy flesh. Taking a second to catch her breath from the pleasure erupting from her chest, she stares intently at the bottle nested in front of her. With an experimental pull, she feels sexual bliss flow from her breasts up against the bottle and another moan escapes her lips.

Biting her lip, she slowly pulls out the bottle as her face grows more and more flushed. With a few inches to go, her hand stops moving, and it takes a second for her to remember she isn’t allowed to just simply remove items from there. With a nervous swallow she readies herself, and a short high-pitched groan comes through her lips as she keeps them clamped shut. Quickly taking off the cap and chugging the rest of the drink, she tosses the empty bottle in the trash can and sits down a minute to compose herself.

Reaching up to her boobs, she gives one an experimental caress and she is filled with a wonderful warm glow. Growing worked up, her gentle caress develops into a light fondling, and she begins to lose herself in the pleasure.

“MMMMMM! OH!” What had started as a light caress had grown into aggressive groping. Crushing her tits in her hands, her eyes are closed as she absorbs the bliss erupting from her chest and attempts to grind her pussy into the chair. She spends a few minutes bringing herself to new heights of pleasure, until her fondling manages to bring her to the greatest orgasm she has ever had.

Cooling down, her face is completely red, never feeling dirtier in her life. She had just masturbated in her kitchen before work, after getting fully dressed and ready to go. Patting off some sweat with a towel, she quickly fixes up her makeup and adjusts her clothes in the mirror. Luckily, the skimpy outfit meant that adjustments were rather quick. Feeling the dampness in her panties, she heads upstairs to her dresser and steps out of them, putting them in her dirty clothes pile. With her skirt hiked up, she feels her leg lift itself up, and to her horror she finds herself carried down her stairs.

“Oh please, come on, I just need a second to put on underwear and I’ll get there. For fucks sake.” She pleas uselessly with her body as it carries her down the stairs, fumbling to pull down her skirt over her bare ass. The deep sway in her hips makes this immensely more difficult, but she manages to pull it down to it’s proper position as her legs stand her in front of her purse and key basket.

Her legs suddenly bend her over at the waist, beckoning her to pick up her purse. Ms. Lia is reminded that this skirt may be a little too short for someone with a copilot, as the skirt rides up dangerously high. Picking up her purse, her legs stand her up and wait with hips cocked to the side until she remembers to grab her car keys. Upon grabbing the keys, her hand deposits them into her tits. She suddenly inhales from the shock of the pleasure, and as she’s composing herself her legs are already strutting her out to the front door. Each step sends her hips back and forth and her breasts jiggling and swaying out in front of her, each bounce giving her a tiny jolt of bliss. With her legs parking her in front of her car, she pulls out the keys with a muffled moan and heads off to school.