Vivi's App Part 2

Maria looked at Greg as he swore up and down that he tried to resist the order. Magic? He was really postulating magic. She leaned back in her chair and thought about it. There was certainly a lot of unknowns in the Universe still. While humans had once blamed magic and Gods for all manner of natural phenomenon, we'd learnt so much that those ideas had been pushed to myth. Was it really reasonable to ascribe strange occurrences as magic, instead of just something we don't understand. Maria wasn't a psychologist, but she was a scientist. She wanted to think about this rationally, and rationally it seemed like it was just a result of the stress of the storm outside. Magic wasn't real after all.

Still, one should not dismiss a hypothesis out of hand. This should be easy enough to test, "I think Greg had the right idea," She said, startling everyone else, "To prove if this game is really forcing us to obey or not, we have to push the boundaries a little. For example this round I am number 9, why doesn't the King order me to change my hair color? I doubt there is any hair dye in this shelter, so there is no way I can comply. If I suddenly try to escape to go look for dye, or it magically changes, we have our answer don't we?"

Robert whispered something to Amber. She giggled and whispered back. Then Robert smirked, "I'm the King. I order number 9 to grow her tits until they are DDs."

Maria instinctively clutched her chest, "What? You perv..." She felt heat in her chest. She looked down...were they getting bigger? She felt the strap of her bra start to dig into her back. She wore a 32B and she was quite happy with that. She had enough problems as a woman in a male dominated field without a large chest to distract her colleagues. They were definitely getting bigger though. The pain in her back grew more intense and extended all around her body as her chest swelled and swelled. She reached behind her and managed to unhook her bra before it snapped, sighing in relief as the pain subsided. Finally the heat faded away and her new tits pushed out her shirt, announcing their presence.

"Holy shit," Chloe said, "Do me next."

"No way. No freaking way!" Lisa shouted, "That's not possible."

"Let's see them! We gotta make sure they're real!" Amber said.

Maria glared at her, "No way."

"That was very interesting," Diana said. She'd been pretty quiet so far but was now leaning forward, very engaged, "We could have a lot of fun with this."

"No, we should just quit. Stop playing right now." Greg said.

"Yeah, Greg's right. This is dangerous." His wife said, grabbing his hand.

Maria agreed that it was dangerous, and that they could do amazing things with this power. She was torn. Clearly she didn't want someone like Robert or Amber having power over her, but the possibilities with someone she trusted were unlimited.

Diana smirked, "The next question is, do orders last beyond your turn? Maria's tits are still swollen, but will they shrink once I give an order? Can I put a time limit on my order? Let's try it. Number 3, get into a plank position and hold it for 3 minutes and 41 seconds."

Robert suddenly jumped out of his seat and laid down on the floor. Then he propped himself up into a plank.

"Good, now then I started a timer, but nobody tell Rob her how long it's been." Diana said.

"Why so long?" Amber complained, "I love him, but he's not in the best shape. He probably couldn't do one minute, let alone almost 4."

"That's the point. Will the app **** his body to comply beyond it's failure point? Look, he's still holding proper form. He isn't even shaking. That's not normal. How are you holding up Robbie?" Diana asked.

"...hurts..." Robert squeaked out, "...pain..."

Amber glared at Diana angrily, "You're hurting him! Stop it!"

Diana rubbed her chin, "I don't think I can. Number 3, stop." Nothing happened.

Maria looked down at her chest again. It was still bigger, despite Robert no longer being King. Would the change last forever, or just until this game ended. Speaking of that, when would it end? There didn't seem to be an exit in the app, if they all closed it would it just be done?

She checked her phone again, "Oh, I'm the King now."

"Tell him to stop!" Amber begged.

"What's his number?"

Amber grabbed Robert's phone, then dropped it with a scream, "Ow! It zapped me!"

A new notification appeared on Maria's phone, "Amber has attempted to cheat and reveal Robert's number. As punishment her number will be visible for the next four rounds."

When she dismissed it she could see below where it identified her as King that Amber was number 6.

"Everyone say your numbers, we'll find Robert by elimination." Maria declared.

People started shouting out numbers, Maria finally figured out which was was Robert but then...

THUD. Robert collapsed and started breathing heavily. Amber rushed to him, "He's ok...just exhausted. She announced. "He'll probably be pretty sore tomorrow."

Maria had an idea, "Pass him his phone. Robert tell me your number."

"Num...ber...1."

"Number 1, I order you to heal yourself."

Robert suddenly stood up, "Wow. I feel amazing!" He touched his knee, his back, his arms, "All my pain is gone. Not just from that fucking plank, but my back pain, my knee pain. I feel like a million bucks."

"Maria..." Maria turned her head so see Olivia staring at her. "What's your number?"

Maria naturally wanted to trust people. She really did believe most people were good. But looking at Olivia right now, she felt a chill down her spine, "9." She lied.

"Number 9 I order you to strip nude and remain that way for the duration of the game."

Thank God she'd lied. Suddenly Chloe stood up and started taking off her bra, "Hey? What's the big deal." Chloe removed her pants and panties and stood there naked, "EEEK!" Chloe had been a little flirty before, but she obviously didn't want to be nude in front of these strangers. She plopped back down into her chair and tried her best to cover her body, "Olivia? What the fuck?!"

Olivia ignored Chloe and stared at Maria, "You liar. I just wanted to see if those tits were real."

"I'm sorry for lying..." Maria said quickly. But wait, why was she apologizing to the woman who tried to strip her, "...but that obviously the right call."

"Whoa, this is getting to be too much. Let's end the game here, let Chloe get dressed." Greg said.

"Yeah, he's right. We're all just strangers, but we're stuck together for now. Let's not make things untenable."

"Untenable-scmenable," Chloe complained, "Olivia go fuck yourself." Nothing happened of course, "Fuck. Uh...number...4, go fuck yourself!'

Number 4 was not Olivia. Lisa suddenly stood up and walked over to a cot. She laid down and slipped a hand under her waistband. Moments later she was moaning as she masturbated in front of everyone.

Greg looked furious, "That was uncalled for! That's it. I'm quitting." He looked down at his phone and seemed to be trying to do something, "I...I can't delete it. I can't turn it off either. But if it comes to me, I won't give any orders."

Maria looked down at her phone. She remembered Amber's punishment, not that anybody had taken advantage yet. She had a sinking feeling Greg wasn't going to be able to quit.