Of course Pervy Pat barges in!

Jessica starts to explain the situation: “I got the app at lunch. I don’t know where it came from, or how it does what it does. All I know is that if you fail to play or lose, you get punishments.” She paled as she realized something. “I’m sorry about this, but I couldn’t afford to keep running back here and the app requires playing so frequently that I took an option to increase levels to decrease how frequently we have to play, but it involved taking a chance that impacted the both of us.”

Amy had finished inserting the Ben-Wa balls and groaned as she looked at the butt plug, lubing it up before starting the process of getting it in her. Amy then realized the gravity of what Jessica had said and started to shout but rethought it quickly as her boobs started to grow again. Her boobs rapid growth had the effect of pulling the blouse up out of her skirt and deepening how much cleavage she was showing. Amy quickly took some calming breaths and started to respond: “Okay. So, rather than check with me before doing that, you just decided…”

Pervy Pat burst into the break room: “What are you two doing back here?!” We have the senior class baseball team waiting on their shakes and the two of you…”. Patrick trailed off as he realized what Jessica was wearing. “What are you wearing?”

Jessica jumped back from the door as Patrick had burst in so quickly that Patrick had nearly bowled her over. “Our uniforms! Don’t you like them?” Jessica beamed as she replied. No, not what I meant to say, but thankfully being rude this time would not have been good for my job. Wait a minute, I can’t get fired if I chew him out! Except I can’t because of that punishment. Crap!

Patrick did a once over from entirely too close to Jessica, then his eyebrows shot up as Jessica’s hands started stroking his penis through his pants. “Ahem. Stop touching me this instant! This is a place of business!” His eyes darted over to the curtains by the lockers, straining to see if Amy had poked her head out at any point during this encounter, as he carefully pushed his lower body a bit more into the grope and then jerked back as he realized that Jessica had followed his orders immediately and stopped touching him.

“Of course, sir!” Jessica was grateful to stop touching Patrick and was happy to follow that order. “Would you like me to go take care of the baseball team while Amy fixes her uniform?”

Patrick shook his head for a moment, mumbling to himself for a few seconds: “Uniforms, those aren’t the uniforms, are they? We didn’t get new uniforms from corporate, did we?” He looked back at Jessica, the confusion slowly clearing away as he responded to her question: “Huh? Of course, yes, go take care of the baseball team.” He turned back towards the curtain: “Amy, hurry up back there, we need everyone out front now. This’ll have to be both of your breaks for the afternoon.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m almost done getting dressed.” Came the reply from behind the curtain, along with a softly muffled grunt as she finally got the butt plug all the way in, along with a generous dollop of lube. She slid the panties back in place and walked out of the locker area, following Jessica out of the break room, unconsciously sliding a hand along Patrick’s groin as she did so.

Patrick’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again, but then closed as he realized that it was too late, both Jessica and Amy had already left the room. He pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out through his mouth sharply. “What the hell was that?” He muttered, and then shook himself a bit and walked out into the diner again, just in time to see Jessica plant her feet in front of one of the tables, bend over at her waist and put each of her hands in the laps of the two high school seniors closest to her. He sighed, more confused than ever, shrugged his shoulders, and looked over at Amy by the milkshake machine: “Amy, I need to head to the bank with the deposit. Are you good with managing the diner for an hour?”

“Of course.” Amy replied before taking a deep breath to control her anger and finished up cleaning the counter from the spilled milkshake. She made the last milkshake and stated: “See you in an hour.” She placed all of the milkshakes on the serving tray and balanced it expertly before clacking her way over to the other high school seniors baseball team table in her high heels.

Jessica had heard the exchange between Amy and Patrick, and the following click of the office door after Patrick entered his office. “So y’all are good then? No more fries or anything?”

All of the seniors at the table had their eyes on her chest as one of them replied: “No thanks, we’re happy right as we are!”

Jessica smiled in response, ecstatic that she could leave them alone now and stood upright again, “All right, hope you enjoy the milkshakes!” She quickly turned and quickly started walking towards the register. The cold breeze from the HVAC system stiffened her nipples even more and she frowned slightly, wondering why it felt so much keener than usual, more keenly than even a lone layer of shirt would explain and looked down. Crap! When did that happen? She swiftly pulled her blouse back together over her nipples and breasts and very nearly made the mistake of buttoning her blouse above the navel to stop it from happening again. Jessica sighed in relief at having caught herself before accidentally leveling her clothing requirements up from making an illegal modification to her clothing. She pondered the wisdom of cutting buttons off of the shirt to avoid that accident in the future but decided if the level went back down, she could hopefully use the same shirt buttoned up higher.

Jessica and Amy spent the next two hours while Patrick was gone with Jessica trying and failing with beaming smiles to fend off return gropes from customers as she took their orders while heavily petting the customers groins and women’s breasts, and Amy coming close to busting out of her top in anger on no fewer than three separate occasions, barely managing to catch and calm herself each time.

Patrick walked back into the diner, fuming and muttering.

Jessica looked up from the till as she rang up the last customer before she clocked out for the day: “Are you all right Patrick?”

Patrick nodded his head, “Yeah, I’m fine. Traffic sucked, that’s all.” Patrick looked back as he stopped in front of his office door, deposit stub in hand, and asked her breasts: “are you off to class now?”

Jessica nodded, knowing trying to ask him to look her in the face would be futile she replied, “I’ve got my stuff from my locker, anything you need me to take care of before I leave?” If I had asked, would I have encouraged the looks instead of asking him not to look at my breasts?

Patrick shook his head: “No, you’d better get going, they are doing road work on the way to the bank, so you’ll probably need to take the long way round to the college.”

“Thanks Patrick, will do.” Sighing, Jessica walked back to her table and handed the change over to her customers, smiling and wishing them a good day as the female patron glared at Jessica and her abbreviated clothing. Jessica turned and walked out the door, calling out to Amy: “See you tomorrow!”

Amy waved goodbye without looking up from her table.

Jessica walked over to her red ’95 Chrysler LeBaron GTC Convertible, opened the door and sat down gratefully in the comfy upgraded light gray leather and memory foam driver’s seat. I can’t afford much, but this little bit of luxury is definitely worth it, especially after today! She hissed in pain as her arms brushed her nipples, already extremely sore from the clamps. I think I’ll go for the butt plug and Ben-Wa balls next time I have a chance. This is just getting ridiculous!

Jessica contemplated keeping the convertible top up, but the AC didn’t work and if traffic was really that bad the wind hopefully wouldn’t make things too horrible. Walking into class with this thin of a blouse all sweaty would not be smart. After the convertible top finished it’s process, she pulled out of the parking lot and drove to the college, blushing every time the wind pulled her blouse away from her breasts and studiously avoided looking around to see if anyone noticed. See no evil, hear no evil, right?

Getting to the college, parking and putting the convertible top back up, Jessica thankfully walked into her class only a few minutes late and sat down next to her friend Samantha, blushing at the long looks from her classmates and the world-weary, seen it all cocked eyebrow of her 32-year-old, 6’, wiry, brown hair, brown eyed Physics 101 professor named Doctor Daryl. Jessica wished she could have put on anything other than this outfit, but she just couldn’t risk the uniform getting worse! That wording: ‘will always look like’, that tells me that even outside of work I have to continue to wear this!

Jessica pulled out her completed homework and passed it down to the end of the row along with the rest of the stack from her row.

“Okay class. Today we are going to be talking about kinetic energy, the definition, types, and examples of kinetic energy. We will go over the energy of motion formula and discuss some everyday examples of kinetic energy such as a ball rolling down a hill, or a football as it soars through the air.” Professor Daryl turned to the whiteboard and pulled out a marker: “First let’s write the formula.” The marker squeaked its way across the board: ‘K=1/2mv2’. He turned around and asked the class: “Who can tell me what the different variables represent?”

Jessica raised her right hand, and with that action pulled the hem of her blouse completely out of her skirt and bared her right breast to the class. Now thoroughly mortified, Jessica tried to pull the blouse back over her breast with her left hand but her left hand rebelled, cupping her right breast and proudly held it up for everyone in her row to see. Trying to shift in her seat and lowering her right hand to avoid being looked at only served to arch her back and push her right hand higher, proudly showing herself off to her fellow students even more. Her only saving grace was the fact that the student in front of her was tall enough to obscure the view of her breast from the professor.

“Yes Jessica?” Professor Daryl asked.

“K equals Kinetic Energy, m equals mass, and v equals velocity.” Jessica answered, dropping her hand, furiously blushing and answering swiftly. She hoped that by answering quickly she could deflect attention away from herself and if everyone would just stop looking at her, she could hide her breast in her blouse again!

“Dang girl, you know it is long past rush week for the sororities, right?” murmured Samantha Yang, the green-eyed, blond-haired 21-year-old Chinese woman was sitting in the seat just to Jessica’s right.

Samantha was a first-generation immigrant from Liqian, China, but although she was new to the US, she had next to no accent and had adapted quickly to the local culture. Samantha had changed her name when she moved to the States and refused to talk much about her life from before she moved to the U.S., so even her Delta Gamma sisters didn’t know much about her life from before her 18th birthday, other than where she was from. Jessica had few friends that were Delta Gammas, but she liked Samantha because of how friendly Samantha was. Mostly, the Delta Gammas were too much of a party group on campus and Jessica was trying to be good, and studious.

Thankfully for Jessica, everyone turned to look at the Professor when he stated that Jessica was correct, including Samantha, and Jessica was finally able to tuck her breast back into her shirt. “Yes, I know.” Jessica murmured in reply, not knowing what else to say to explain her bizarre actions. “Having fun!” Maybe that will explain it. Probably not.

“You do you girl.” Samantha quietly stated. But the frown on her face indicated she didn’t really seem to be buying the explanation. But she dropped the topic, which is all that Jessica had truly hoped for.

Jessica spent the next hour and fifteen minutes studiously typing in her notes, not willing to risk answering any more questions, when she suddenly realized that her phone was buzzing at her. She pulled it out of her backpack and paled as she remembered something. I leveled up, I got 8 hours between levels, but Amy didn’t level up as high as I did. She’s still at 4 hours between games! Jessica swore to herself silently but vehemently and read the results from the app.

“Ahh…too bad! You’re just having a fun day today! Your co-worker lost her game, so spin your Punishment/Reward wheel for another chance of fun!” The imp danced around the screen, growing a long, forked tail, and silky long black hair from its head. Jessica tapped the wheel, stifled a groan, and watched the wheel spin. And spin, and spin some more. Finally, it stopped.

“Your three lovely punishment choices are:” Drat! Another punishment? Come on! “Pussy Print, Perky & Popular, Short Skirts Only”.

Jessica looked at the list, and thought: That is rather easy right now, I’m already wearing short skirts anyway, probably should pick Short Skirts Only. Unless it makes that requirement even worse. It couldn’t though, could it?

“What’s that? A new game?” Samantha asked, looking sideways at Jessica’s phone.

“Um, yeah, something like that!” Jessica nodded, trying to determine which one she should choose. A strong feeling of dread shot through her like an icy breeze when she heard Samantha’s phone buzz. Oh no. No, no, no, no, NO! Jessica looked on in horror as Samantha looked at her own phone.

“What’s Gem Ladies?” Samantha asked, “Is that the game you are playing?”, she asked Jessica.

Jessica’s phone buzzed again, and Jessica had to hold back tears as the notification popped up at the top of her screen: “Gem Ladies: Congratulations! You made it another level by giving the app to someone else! Tap to pick your clothing for Slutty Professional Level 3!”