She's interrupted at the crucial moment

Punishments so far

Synergy: Bimbo
Cheerleader outfit Lvl 2
Dancing Queen
Act the Part
Inked
Cold Front
Goldilocks
Yes (wo)Man
Entitled
Giggle fits
Old Faithful
French Introduction

Moany walked through the crowd, eyes glued to her phone, prepping her self with all her might for the round ahead. She focused at the start button, but didn't dare click it until she felt her mind was 100% in the zone. She tried her best to ignore the way she was rolling her hips and bouncing her recently enhanced jugs for a seemingly endless crowd of shoppers. In fact, she didn't dare look up, out of fear that her bimbo mind would get distracted by a hot stud to suck off. It was a difficult balance of course, as the bimbo was the only thing that helped her win last time, just as long as it would be able to stay on track.

Finally, while climbing the stairs in a way that showed her ass to some luck guys on the steps bellow, she began the game. The bimbo inside her taped and swiped the screen like an expert, and she was wracking up points faster than ever before.

By the time she got off the stairs she had already collected half the score needed to pass, with still plenty of time. Not even her burst of giggles whenever she made a combo, or her sudden need to bend over for onlookers were enough to deter her. She could tell that this was the one.

"Excuse me miss, do you have a moment?"

Moanys eyes were ripped from the screen towards the sourse of the voice. It was a young woman, probably 19 or 20, with a clipboard. She was wearing a purple top and jeans, and had brunette hair tied in a ponytail.

"Yes." Moany automatically responded, stoping dead in her tracks, while giving the stranger **** bedroom eyes.

"Perfect. I'm doing a survey and was hoping I could ask you a few questions" the girl requested.

"Oh my gawd! Yes!" she cheered, jumping up and down, jiggling her enhanced breasts . Her traitorous legs then strutted over to the girl, while her panicked eyes flicked to the screen to see that this distraction had made her break her combo.

Unfortunatly, her focus was short lived, as her hands stuffed her phone in the only 'pocket' she had, her heaving cleavage, before wrapping her arms around the girl and pulling her into a deep kiss.

The girl let out a shriek of surprise, muffled by Many sucking her face and sticking her tongue into her vigorously. She pressed her chest against the strangers modest bust, making her feel the the phone with the still playing app. Moany wanted nothing more than to get back to the game, but this desire would not translate to her **** makeup session.

Breaking from the kiss, Moany took a step back and winked at the stranger, before pulling the phone out of her valley to get back to the game. Her heart sank as she saw how her big lead had been lost.

The survey girl took a few moments to recover, not sure how to react to what just happened. Finally, she said "I-I'm just asking a few questions about your favorite things to do here at the mall."

"Okey dokie" Moany giggled, though her eyes were glued to the phone. It was tight, but she could just barely make it if she tried with all her might.

The girl cleared her throat. "Please put away your phone?"

"YES!" Many exclaimed. Internally panicking, she watched helplessly as her fingers were removed from the screen. She jutted forward her chest, and returned her phone to her 'pocket.' Winking, she pressed her boobs together and apart in a rythem that let the still playing phone get deeper into her mounds.

The questions Moany asked were tedious and pointless. Moany was **** to answer as best she could, though it was taking way too long. Her bimbo brain was having trouble retaining the question, and had to be asked the question again. And even when she was aloud to speak, it took half as long as she constantly interrupted herself with giggles.

It was no surprise that she was barely into the first question when she felt the rumble of the phone telling her she lost the round. Internally, she was screaming for this person to get a move on, so she could at least avoid yet another Major Punishment.

Unfortunately, in addition to everything else the interviewer was taking a ling time to ask and write, clearly distracted by Moanys. This of course only made her body even more flirty, fluttering her eyelashes, and bending forward to give a look at her gravity defying jugs.

Her time to pick a punishment had expired before she was even half done. Though she didn't immediately notice any changes.

When she was finally released from the interview, Moany didn't even have a moment to recover when her legs started moving towards an unknown destination, in a sensation she hadn’t felt since she first performed her dance for the school

'But why?' she thought. No one had commanded her. 'Where are they taking me?'

Still able to control her hands, she reached into her enhanced cleavage to retrieve her phone, something made harder as her strut moved to maximize her jiggles.

Finally getting it, she opened the punishment tab. Her eyes widened as she read the new additions.

Punishments

Bathing Goddess: After user gets dirty from sexual fluid, she must wash herself in the most public applicable location within 500 feet. Compulsions from other punishments take priority over this.

Get out of Jail Free: User is exempt from any legal trouble relating to lewd, indecent, or otherwise sexual acts done to her. The same is true for any done to her by someone else.

Shell Game: When given the choice of punishments to add or remove, the names will be blacked out and randomized.

Looking up she realized in dread where her legs were taking her, as she was going straight for a gigantic fountain in the busiest part of the mall, in order to clean up the traces of spunk left on her.