No

Cindy knew better than to say yes. Even if it hurt, because she really wanted to make him happy (despite wishing that wasn't the case)

"No, I really should get going. Sorry.", Cindy mumbled. What was she apologizing for???

He produced a sleazy smile and a shrug in response. "Aight, your loss.", he replied, closing the door before giving her a chance to go on. Cindy stood there, almost flabbergasted, for a few lingering seconds, before her phone buzzed angrily. Shit.

Cindy felt an immediate pressure in her lips, a tightness, the same kind of tightness one felt at the skin when bitten by a mosquito - put differently, they felt swollen. Shit. Looking down at her phone she-

Looking down-

Looking down she could see her fat, swollen lips, thick and pouty and extending out too fucking much for her own liking. Shit shit shit.

Cindy did a quick 180 and rushed back to her apartment, phone clutched tight in her hand. Closing the door behind her, she turned on the lights properly, and walked up to the living room mirror to look at her face. Oh- Oh god.

They were-

They were obscene. She looked like one of those self-proclaimed bimbos that claimed to be reinventing feminism or some shit. She looked like- She looked like a joke! She reached a hand up to gingerly poke her pillowy bottom lip, feeling the thickness of it. The roundness of it. Lips weren't supposed to have roundness. They should have, at best, plumpness - but her lips weren't merely plump, they were fucking thick. Pornographic. She looked like she'd had fillers to make her look more fuckable. She looked - she looked trashy! But trashy slutty! There was no fucking way she was going to get away with these!

She pulled her phone back up, opening the app. Pixel-Cindy giggled, with her neon-acrylic-tipped hand in front of her mouth. She thought that was funny, did she? She then lowered said hand, revealing that the avatar, too, now sported a pair of bloated DSLs.

[Rejected A Man: +5 % Bad Girl]

Rejected A Man?!

Rejected A Man?!

Oh, she was going to do more than just fucking reject him. She was gonna- she was-

She pressed her fat lips together in thought. What was she going to do, actually? She could call a clinic. Ask for them to fix her lips back down. That was something they could, right? Assuming she had fillers, and her lips weren't just 'naturally' shaped like a set of cockpillows. Then it'd fall under surgery, which-

Fuck.

[Remember! Completing a level lets you remove one punishment!]

Cindy stared at her phone, her face claimed by feelings of both hesitation and doubt. She couldn't- But- What else was she going to do? She had to do something. She-

Cindy looked out the window. It was the middle of the night. Maybe she should wait?

She looked back at her phone.

[Warning! Play a game in 2:43:11 to avoid 3 automatic punishments!]

The game had to be fucking _joking. _She had to play? Then she might as well do so now, there was no way she was gonna be able to sleep and wake up in time with how exhausted the lack of sleep had already left her. Fine. The game won, Cindy snarled internally, pushing her plump lips together, and holding her phone up proper, tapping at the screen like a hen tapping at the ground. Click. Clack. Click.

Naturally, it didn't take long before the app buzzed as if to shame her. Pixel-Cindy couldn't look more fucking smug if she tried to.

[Choose A Punishment!]

Oral Fixation

Name Change: Candy

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