Perky & Popular

Bust for Brains, nope, not going for that one. Not doing Slutting up the staff, I have no interest in Pervy Pat becoming sluttified, and could that include all of my professors too? Nope! Jessica tapped on Perky & Popular, and immediately had second thoughts when she felt her breasts firm up, pulling at the nipple clamps even more than they already had been. Ouch! MMHMMMMMMMM! Tears formed in her eyes as she put both hands on her nipples, seriously considering just saying screw it with the app and taking the nipple clamps off but a sudden electric shock to the nipples made her quickly reverse mental direction, as well as yanking her shocked hands away from the nipples. I know removing the clamps would remove their ability to shock my tits, but…how many other punishments would I accrue in the meantime, and what other things could happen to my body before I finally just put everything back on and in me?

Whimpering a little less, Jessica's nipples having finally starting to throb instead of sting, Jessica looked in her bag, and happily saw that she had her clothes now. Such as they are. “I need to move quickly Samantha, because you are going to need to play another game soon if I don’t get the rest of this on and get myself home.” Jessica announced to the bathroom.

“Okay, I’m reading through the app myself right now. Educated has multiple levels, slutty schoolgirl clothing requirements, you know what Short Skirts Only is, and Headmaster’s Attention reads as: User receives extra scrutiny from all school personnel and can be punished physically based on the severity of her offense. After the user levels up 2 times after this punishment is acquired, this punishment evolves into [Detention Desire], requiring two punishment removals to completely remove.” Samantha cleared her throat a bit nervously. “Um, right now I’m naked in the bathroom, and while rush week was maybe a bit like this, I’d really rather not relive rush week again. Do you know where my clothes that I selected for Educated are?”

Jessica finished donning her new white lace basque bra, bemoaning the lack of cup coverage and stiffness of the under-bust boning, but enjoyed the really soft and luxurious feel of the fabric. “The clothes have appeared in a bag or locker for me. Did you check your backpack?” Jessica pulled up the black sheer hose next, also incredibly soft and luxurious. I could get used to this fabric.

“Found ‘em.” Samantha replied. Jessica could hear the rustle of clothing as Samantha start getting dressed.

Jessica frowned mentally at herself. Don’t get used to this, this is bad, really bad. Jessica moaned as the Ben-Wa balls kicked into a higher level of vibration, bringing her right to the edge of an orgasm, one that she had been building towards ever since she had inserted the balls, but just before she could finish, the balls stopped vibrating completely. Frustrated, Jessica started to try to finish herself off, but yelped and stopped in a hurry when the nipple clamps shocked her again. Chastity belt, that’s right. I’m not supposed to be in control of my orgasms. This is going to be harder than I thought. She contemplated her next choices: butt plug, top, belt, or skirt. Belt could theoretically go on first and then the butt plug after, but I’d probably have to ask permission to have the belt unlocked to do that, and given what I’ve had to do thus far, that’s asking for trouble to do it more than I need to…wait a moment. Bathroom, butt plug, yeah, take care of that immediately.

“Hey Jessica, do you think my dorm room is far enough away for me to level up?” Samantha asked through the door.

“Not sure, I know my co-worker lives just off of campus and the app seemed to indicate that she was out of range for that.” Jessica replied. “I need to check in with her and let her know she needs to up her level too, since she is still on every four hours based on the fact I got hit with a loss chance wheel right around four hours after the last game we played.”

“All right girl, meet me at my dorm room after you finish up there, will you? I need to get there before class lets out and everyone sees me dressed like this.” Samantha sounded quite peeved while she said this.

“Sure thing.” Jessica heard the door open and close. I wish I could make things easier on her, but I just don’t have the answers to what is going on.

Jessica sat on the toilet and finished taking care of a few things and flushed the toilet before she had to move on to the next step. She looked in the bag and saw, very helpfully, some lubricant with a label that stated it would automatically clean while lubing the area. Magic can be really nice to deal with, even while being horrible to be the subject of. Jessica picked up the lubricant bulb, put the tip between her butt cheeks, and shivered as the cold liquid pushed inside the puckered ring, coating the inside of her rectum. She picked up the butt plug next and stared at it. Might as well get it over with before the app decides I’ve taken too long and makes me leave the bathroom completely nude.

Jessica started laughing at her mental picture and had a hard time stopping. I’m going completely crazy, aren’t I? Am I on the edge of a mental breakdown? I wish I could believe I was dreaming this entire day, but it just feels so vivid and real. It can’t be fake. My daydreams aren’t usually like this. Enough stalling! Jessica applied more lubricant to the butt plug and then reached between her legs, breathing in and out, then started pushing the butt plug in. The tip was cold, making her realize she should have warmed it up first _but in for a penny, in for a pound. _She pushed a little more, straining to relax, to let it in, but this was just so foreign, so unusual, and this plug was massive! She started to pull it out to try again, but a shock to the nipples made her jerk and the plug went about halfway in before she stopped moving from the surprise. Ouch! But that helped a little. She tried to pull it back out a bit to start pushing it in again when her nipples got shocked again, harder this time. I get the idea! I’m trying! Dang stupid app.

Jessica kept the butt plug at the depth it had gotten to, and breathed in an out a little, relaxing her muscles and letting her butt get used to the foreign invader. Finally, the butt plug a little warmer and her muscles relaxing a little more, she pushed the plug almost to the widest part, but no matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t seem to get it past the widest part. That is, until the Ben-Wa balls started vibrating again, and the combined pleasure and surprise allowed her to push the plug until the widest part got past the sphincter and the narrow 1” diameter neck of the butt plug was resting, maybe not comfortably, but more comfortably than the widest part, at the sphincter.

Well, that took forever. Jessica left the stall, washed her hands, then came back to the stall and looked at her phone, then realized that whole process had taken ten minutes, but she hadn’t gotten another notification regarding a loss or win from Samantha, and more than fifteen minutes had passed since Samantha had played her previous game. Samantha leveled up. And however far away she is, it is far enough away it didn’t hit me with a chance wheel. Good to know.

Jessica reached into her bag and pulled out the chastity belt. Sighing, she turned it over in her hands a few times, and with a helpful reminder shock to the nipples, pulled it up between her legs, and locked it in place. Looking at it while it was on her, she could see that her urethral orifice was completely covered, but a small diameter ring right around the orifice was obvious in the material. _Great, something else I have to ask permission for. _She tried to rub her clitoris, but none of the sensation made it through.

Astounded, Jessica watched as the chastity belt reformed before her eyes to allow the labia to protrude through the chastity belt before reforming again to slide a section of material between the 2 labia folds, and more material between the labia and her thighs before applying constant pressure to the base of each labia keeping the labia swollen and spread wide open, keeping her vaginal opening completely visible. Pervy app. Wheeelp, that is certainly a surprise! Here I thought it meant that the belt was also electrified. Jessica then yelped in surprise as the belt electrically shocked her clitoris. I had that thought too soon. Jessica shook her head, resigned to the nature of the app and reached into the bag for the next item.

Jessica pulled on her black rayon pencil skirt and then stood up, looking down at herself. _Miles of stomach, miles of leg. This is going to be rough. _She put her hands behind her on her butt and felt for the hemline, again bemoaning the pervy app, and feeling the skin below the skirt that was now incredibly short. The only saving grace was that the skirt was a pencil skirt and not a skater skirt, or some other flitty thing that would fly up in the wind. With these two side slits however, that is still a possibility, but now the lack of pleats from other styles means that it only has the level of coverage that the thickness of the material provides it, which isn’t much. I need to pay attention to where the light is coming from and ensure I don’t stand in front of it!

Jessica heard the bathroom door open up and froze upon hearing the chatter of fellow students as they entered the bathroom. Apparently, class just let out. Jessica bit her lip as the chastity belt kicked into high gear, vibing her clitoris, both labia, and the vaginal opening in waves of intensity. Then the clamps started to vibrate, adding spikes of pain/pleasure to the mix before the butt plug and Ben-Wa balls joined in with their own vibrations. Jessica had to sit back down on the toilet and she spread her legs in a vain attempt to reduce the impact of the vibrations.

“Ahhhhh! Mmmhmmm!” Jessica couldn’t help it as the vibration got too intense and she started moaning, trying and failing to keep it quiet.

Giggles erupted from the other girls in the bathroom before a very pretty alto voice exclaimed: “Dang girl, get a room! Wait, you already did!”

Laughter rang through the bathroom before the group agreed that the better part of valor would be to let the pre-existing occupant of the bathroom have her space and they left to use a different bathroom.

Flushing first with embarrassment, then with frustration when all vibrations stopped completely, Jessica hurriedly picked up her phone and stage whispered at it: “Please, please, please let me cum!”

The imp, now growing a long torso, with large breasts and accompanying red bustier that did nothing to cover the breasts, stated aloud, startling Jessica at the first voice from the app, “No. You’re still not dressed appropriately, and ask again when you’re in public. Maybe then, I’ll say yes.”

Whimpering, Jessica responded with a **** plea: “I need to cum, I so badly, badly need to cum! I can’t cum in public, that would mortify me!” Startled, Jessica just realized that she had been given an order, and she wasn’t following it. Also, she had just said something in a negative note, when it should have been positive. Wait, that means I don’t have to follow orders from the app, just when other people give them to me. Also, I can tell the truth to the app, even if it is verbally. Nice! Not that it helps much. Am I being too negative? I keep saying things like ‘not that it helps much’, or…stop distracting myself! Pay attention!

Jessica turned her attention back to the app and the now obviously a succubus present there as the succubus responded: “No, ask again in private and we can find something else fun for you to experience, if you’d like?” The succubus quirked an eyebrow at Jessica, with a dangerous smile on her face.

“No, I’ll be good.” Jessica answered. I’ll be good? Really, that is the phrasing you are going to use, Jessica? Annoyed at her argument with herself, she did her best to focus on the succubus, pushing her legs together, trying to decrease how horny she was getting by applying pressure to that oh, so sensitive area. Of course, it failed, but at least the attempt was made.

The succubus advised her: “Your clothes that were in your bag have been put away in your room. We had contemplated just keeping them, but we liked the fact that you stripped in a public location in order to keep them. Good job!”

Closing her eyes briefly, Jessica realized that she hadn’t entirely realized while she was doing it just how dangerous that had been. I just didn’t want to lose clothing that I might be able to wear again if the level went down. I didn’t even fully think through the consequences while I was doing it. She opened her eyes and looked at the succubus. “Do I actually have a chance of getting rid of these punishments, or am I just in a long downward spiral?” Jessica asked.

Grinning lustily, the succubus told her: “You always have a chance of winning a game. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise. We have even had players that have been good enough to win multiple games. So, yes, you have a chance to win.” The succubus smiled even wider, “However, we get more energy the more lust you generate, so it is in our best interest to make you feel as much lust as possible, and make others feel as much lust as possible.”

“Then what is with all the pain that I keep getting from punishments?” Jessica asked angrily.

Frowning, the succubus wagged a finger at her. “Now, now, have you noticed how much your horniness increased with every bit of pain thrown at you?” The succubus held up an analog wristwatch meter toward the screen which read: ‘Horniness Meter.’ Right now, the dial indicator was edging towards the far right of the dial, in the dark orange region, almost in the red.

“Watch this.” The succubus said, while she held a remote towards Jessica and pressed a button on it.

“Ouch!” Jessica cried, her hands flying up towards her breasts and carefully rubbing her sore nipples, flinching at the sharp electric shock. “What was that for?!”

“Look at the dial, Jessica!” The succubus indicated the dial more vigorously.

Peering more closely at the dial, Jessica noticed that the meter was indeed far more in the red than it had been a moment ago. “But that hurt!”

The succubus shrugged, “So you’re a masochist, so what?” Smiling, she continued. “That’s good! It means that you get to have even more fun with everything we are going to be throwing at you in the near future. It also helps that you are a humiliation junky! Your meter kept jumping so much every time you had to show off your tits at work that we had to actually dampen the results to keep you from cumming too soon and ruining our build up! The longer we can keep you at a high level, the more energy you generate in the long run!”

“I’m just a battery to you, aren’t I?” Jessica complained.

Shaking her head, the succubus replied, “Not at all! We love getting to know our primary users and see how they are using our apps. Life gets boring after the first few millennia or so. You all help keep us from dying of boredom.”

Floored, Jessica stammered her response: “Millennia? Y’all truly live that long? How old are you?!”

“I don’t remember, I stopped paying attention around ten thousand years ago, I think.” The succubus pouted: “Life was a lot less interesting back then though, too few people to truly keep us topped up on energy. Too little energy to go around meant we had to try to find ways of doing it ourselves, which doesn’t work that well for us. Incubi are fun to try to rile up, but they’re all way too serious!”

Jessica thought for a moment. A being that old. That much experience, there is no way I’ll be able to out-think her on this. The only thing I can do is to keep what I’m doing interesting for her, otherwise I shudder to think what she would do if I stopped participating. She could make my life a living hell. Well, more so than it already has been today. Although she was right, I have been hornier and more engaged in the events of the day than I have normally been. Maybe…this might work. “What do I call you?”

“You couldn’t pronounce my normal name, so you can call me Sarah.” The succubus smiled at Jessica, seemingly authentic in her happiness.

“Sarah, okay. Tell you what, if I make choices that lead to you getting more lust energy, even if they are normally something I wouldn’t normally pick for myself, will you agree to letting me remove at least one punishment per loss?” Jessica hoped this would work.

Frowning, Sarah thought for a moment and then shook her head as she responded. “No. That would result in too much energy expenditure for too little return on the investment. But, if you agree that you will pick the punishment that gives us the most energy, we will agree that you can get a reward at the same time, and each time you do so we will put 1/3 of a punishment removal into your account. To this end, if you agree to the modification, each time you get a choice of punishments, we will mark the one that gives us the most efficient energy gain.”

Jessica was disappointed, this was less than she had hoped for, but it was more than she expected to get, so on the whole it worked out better for her. “I agree.”

“Okay!” Sarah beamed. “We’ll make the adjustment for the next time you get a punishment. Now, get your butt in gear! You’re supposed to be meeting your friend at her dorm room!”

Jessica nodded and reached into her bag and removed the red chiffon pleated blouse. Shuddering, she put her arms through the sleeves and then tied the knot closures, realizing that with only a single overhand knot for each closure, it wouldn’t take much for either one to unravel. Also, with the top closure 2” below her breasts, the cleavage exposed was frankly ludicrous, exposing 2/3rds of the clover clamps at rest, with a hint of areola peeking out on both breasts. She tried to pull the center closer together, but the blouse just wouldn’t get that close. Oddly enough, the pressure and angle actually helped keep the top closure tied and when she had tried to apply pressure to the blouse to close it, the knot had unraveled. Rolling her eyes, she redid the knot and let the pressure of the blouse keep the knot in place. I’m going to have to be careful while walking, just the bouncing might reduce the pressure on my blouse enough to let it untie itself.

Jessica experimented with different shoulder and torso positions and discovered that the only one that consistently kept the blouse tied was arms and shoulders back, with her chest thrust out. Of course, I bet they did that on purpose. Magically, the only way to keep myself covered is to provide the maximum amount of visibility to my chest. Additionally, if the tie comes undone, that much pressure on it means that the blouse will of course fly open at speed. Jessica groaned as the vibrations started up again, punctuated by quick gasps as the clamps applied several fast shocks at low levels to her nipples. “I’m going, I’m going!”, she told her phone.

Jessica's feet had already started walking her out of the stall before she had consciously decided to and nearly walked her out the bathroom door before she said aloud that she needed to wash her hands again. Thankfully they turned her around and took her back to the sink, but immediately walked her out of the bathroom.

Thinking through events, and the rules, Jessica realized she really wanted to try to win a game. She also determined that doing so before she was required to might actually give her a leg up on getting some rewards since both of the other players were failing on a consistent basis. Pulling up the app again, she carefully balanced her left arm on her breast, applying the right pressure to the blouse to keep it tied, then did the same with her right arm, ensuring her bag was tight against her side in the crook of her elbow. She started playing the game, keeping an eye out on the ground in front of her as she did so.

Hey, I’m getting it this time! Jessica celebrated as she got the last gem in the right place and finally won a game! She looked through her punishments that she could adjust or remove:

Current Punishments and Their Effects

If you got it flaunt it: "Shows cleavage and is unable to cover from being looked at. Same with ass, will do sexy sway."

What ever you say#: "Body follows commands."

Corrective Action#: "Whenever you get angry or intend to say something rude, you will instead respond positively and with a smile."

Jail Break: "Users breasts will fall out the top or bottom of shirt at random intervals."

Slutty professional [4 Levels]: "Description Lvl 4: You will always look like a slutty Secretary or office girl. Increased levels of this will increase the smuttiness of the clothes provided. Wearing unauthorized clothes will automatically increase this by 1 level."

Handsy Handfuls: "User's hands idly roam other people's privates when able."

Short Skirts Only: "The user is required to only wear short skirts. No panties, pants, skorts or shorts are allowed to be worn. The length of the skirt is maxed out with hem at the gluteal line, and waistband at medium-rise on the hips. Short Skirts will interact with other punishments to shorten the total length and coverage of the skirt allowed by the level of the other punishment."

Perky & Popular: "Gives the user perpetually poking nipples with breasts that don't sag. Said breasts compel others to play with them."

#: “We know we told you you’d get what options would be the most energy efficient for us, in this case we’ve marked which items are the least energy efficient of your list. It won’t apply any additional punishment removal, but you’ll make us happy if you pick these ones to remove since they are the least energy efficient for us.”

Well, that works, because I wanted to get rid of at least one of those options. But I really want to get rid of slutty professional. That would be really useful. I get why they don’t want it gone though. And I just went through all that work to get the butt plug in, do I really want to work so hard at taking it out again so soon? Realizing that having control over her actions meant more to her than almost anything else on the list, Jessica also realized that the only real choices to remove for her were the ones that removed her choice of how to act in certain situations. That means removing Handy Handfuls, Corrective Action, Whatever you say, and If you got it flaunt it. The last one caused a problem for me in class, and Whatever you say has caused me problems in communicating with others, so both of those are definitely gone. Now, which of the other two to remove. If I win another game, I can remove the other one, as well as maybe reducing Slutty Professional to the point I can finally take the nipple clamps off.

Sighing, Jessica felt around in her bag, found a coin and flipped it. Corrective Action it is.

Jessica tapped on Corrective Action, Whatever you say, and If you got it flaunt it. Suddenly realizing that Slutty Professional had a level 4 description, she was really confused. Then she realized that she had won a level, her level had gone up, which meant that Slutty Professional had also leveled up. Sighing again, she changed out If you got it flaunt it for the 4th level of Slutty Professional and before she could convince herself that the pain in her nipples was worse than the inability to control her own actions and needed to be brought down a few more levels, she clicked confirm.

Hoping as hard as she could, Jessica started another game. And nearly won! She had been one gem away from winning the level. Groaning at her bad luck, she examined her new punishment options: Blindfold, BJ Study, and Apple of the Eye#.

“Hey Sarah, any chance I could play another couple of levels at make my choices all at once?” Jessica asked.

Sarah appeared on screen and the timer stopped. “Sure, only if you agree to play four more levels all at once.”

Against her better judgement, Jessica decided to agree. She had nearly won that last level, surely I’m getting better at this and I can win at least one, if not all four of those levels! If I won all four, that would only leave me with one punishment, which if I choose Apple of the Eye, I’m 1/3 of the way towards being free of the last punishment! “Okay.”

Sarah disappeared and the next level popped up. And Jessica lost again, this time not even close due to an early game move that she had regretted making as soon as she had made it. Playing the next one, she frantically zipped through the level, again getting to the last few gems before losing. Getting ****, she made way too many mistakes on the third game and knew that she was making mistakes because of her desperation and whimpered as that game finished at a loss. She took a breath and started on game number four, determinedly keeping her nerves in check, but still managed to fail literally as she was reaching for the final combination that would have won the game. Dang-nabbit! She felt her chest rising and falling rapidly and realized that she had been at a high level of adrenaline for that last game and was feeling the crash and the rush of nearly having won.

It was only when Jessica got a text from both her co-worker and her classmates asking what the hell she was doing losing so many times in a row that she remembered that each win and loss sent them another Punishment/Reward wheel. Oops. She texted back: “Sorry. Forgot about one of the rules of the game. I was trying to get some of my punishments removed.”

Cringing at the furious replies from the other two, Jessica apologized a few more times and went back to make her now five punishment choices. This is bad. I can remove at max one punishment, if I choose at least three of the punishment choices Sarah wants me to pick.

Bracing herself, she looked at the second punishment option list: Gaze Oversensitivity#, Freud’s 1st Stage of Development, and Rapunzel, Rapunzel. I don’t think I want either of the last two. Too much hair can be a really bad thing. That would be a nightmare to take care of.

Her third punishment option list was:

Tantalizing Touch#, The Customer (and their tip) is King!, and Touch my Body. Okay, tantalizing touch doesn’t sound too horrible. I definitely would not want the customer to be king! No thanks.

Her fourth punishment option list was:

(Cubsizes) [6 Levels], Always Open, and Biggest Slut [4 Levels]#. Nope, not picking another one with levels. Those are nightmares to get rid of. Unless maybe Cubsizes is something I might like? Yeah, right.

And for the last list: [Kat] got your tongue, Alternative Payment Methods#, and Bound at Rest. Yeah, let me guess, cat costume along with movement and speech restrictions, probably increasing my libido to go in heat or something along those lines. No bloody likely. And just exactly what would I be paying with, my body? I don’t think so. Jessica sighed again, seems like Bound at Rest might be the safest of those three, but I am leery of exactly what it means at rest. Bound is rather obvious, some kind of restriction on movement or placement of limbs, etc. Which to choose?!