Let’s find out

I call Sam from the back, intent to spend my last 4 gems. Now that she is back at the shop, she should be in range for the app’s meddling.

Scrolling through the options under the Ass tab, I find an option that I would like to get.

Picks Items Off the Floor, One at a Time, Bending Over at the Waist, Ass Facing the User (4 Gems)

Jackpot.

Before Sam rounds the corner toward the front of the store, I knock some assorted bottles of condiment off the shelf next to me, and then I hold the phone up to my ear, pretending to be on a phonecall.

“Did you call for me?”, Sam asks, unaware of the effect I put on her with my new godsend app.

Doing that awkward “Im on the phone” voice, I tilt the bottom end of the phone away from my mouth and ask Sam to pick up the bottles. I pretend to be on the phone with our boss, Derek, so she can’t just tell me to do it myself, lest Derek hear. So Sam starts picking up the bottles.

Completely unaware of her inefficiency in collecting the condiments off the ground, Sam turns to face away from me, bends over at the waist, and picks up a bottle of pizza sauce, stands back up, places the bottle on the countertop, and repeats that process for the BBQ sauce, the hot sauce, the garlic oil, the parmesan, the red pepper flakes, and the ranch dressing.

In the minute that it took Sam to slowly put everything back in its place, I got a front row seat to admire her ass. Yeah, Sam didn’t have the biggest ass, not even at Pietro’s Pies, but there was something so captivating about the way her dress pants accentuated every curve. Her ass was perfectly shaped, as if someone had closed their eyes and imagined what an ass should look like, and put that vision right on her body. There’s something about slacks that make everyone’s ass look awesome: they truly are the yoga pants of the professional work environment. Even my butt looks delectable in them, and I don’t have much ass to speak of.

Sam placed the final condiment onto the countertop and rolled her eyes at me. Not because I was staring at her ass, I think, but rather because I bothered her with such a mundane chore.

Leaning my phone away from my mouth once again, I pantomime wiping the floor up too, hoping that wiping spilled pizza sauces off the ground counts as “picking something up” from the app’s perspective. Sam sighs and goes to fetch a wet rag. She makes her way back the soiled floor and bends over and wipes all the goop from the ground, giving me enough time to snap a pic of her ass while she is bent over.

After finishing her task, she makes her way toward the back of the store once again, stopping to pick up a used paper towel off the ground and put it in the waste bin, giving me one last gaze at her butt.

And with that, I’m out of gems. The message that the app gave me when I first booted it on said I would get 10 gems daily, but I wanted more gems now! Nothing I could do about it though, besides wait for the cooldown to expire. I could still summon Vanessa to me, but she didn’t have a second bra to give me (unfortunately), and the effect I bestowed upon Sam was more passive. Despite my disappointment, I lustfully watch Vanessa finish restocking the cooler in the front lobby, watching her unstrained tits sway back and forth, side to side, and even up or down if she jostles hard enough. That was still a treat to watch, even if I wished I could use my power more.

The rest of my shift goes relatively normal. I catch glances at Vanessa’s protruding boobs when I can, and watch Sam pick things up off the bottom shelf from time to time. Unaffected by any of my meddling, however, is Lexie. Lexie wears her bright blue hair up in a ponytail, poking out of the back of her work hat. If you ever saw it down, like I seldomly have, you could tell that it’s been a few months since she got it dyed, as her natural brunette is several inches long. I assume Lexie hates the uniform policy we have here, as the one time I have seen her outside of work, she was wearing fishnets, a plaid red and black skirt, and a tight tank top with a ripped flannel over the top. Everything about Lexie, from her clothes, to her demeanor, to her music that she blasts while on delivery; it all screams punk. It’s hot. I probably would have experimented on her, but she intimidates me quite a bit, even though she’s only 5’6”, a full half foot shorter than me. However, now that I’ve tested the CG app on Vanessa and Sam, I think I’ll mess with Lexie a bit whenever we next work together.

After hours of daydreaming and the occasional pizza delivery, my shift ends and I leave Vanessa, Sam and Lexie behind for the night. I hop in my car, blast some tunes, and sing along. I’m not usually a sing-y guy, but I’m so amped from my new found abilities that I can’t help myself!

As I unlock the front door of my apartment, I enter and see someone sitting on the couch. That’s weird, Josephine wasn’t supposed to be home until late. That’s when I notice the woman sitting on my couch has horns. The figure turns to me and says “Well hello there, Jacob”.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house??” I scream in a panic, and turn to head out the door, fearing certain ****. When I turn, she’s standing right in front of me.

“Take it easy hun, I’m one of the developers, here to check in on my favorite customer”!

I get a good look at this teleporting goat-lady. Wow, she’s naked. And tall. Even taller than me, by quite a bit. She’s fucking amazonian! Long red locks of her hair make her silhouette even more gargantuan, especially since it seems to float freely in the air. Her ears are pointy like some sort of elf, and her horns are curled and polished. She gestures me back into my apartment, to which I obliged as I’m practically shitting myself right now.

“Well, maybe not our favorite customer, not just yet. But you are showing great potential”, she says, looking me up and down like a piece of meat.

“I’m one of the few working on that app, and you can call me Mary”, she continues. “It’s easier for a human to understand than my real name”.

“I -eh -er -uh”, I stutter, until I am interrupted. Mary uses her pointer finger to close my jaw.

“Close your mouth dear, you’ll catch flies”.

I take in more of Mary. Her skin looks almost grey, and she is covered in a black tattoo pattern. Her hips, lips, and breasts scream “fertility statue”, while her demeanor and posture scream “dominatrix”. She notices my staring and takes the initiative to explain herself.

“I’m a succubus. I did a lot of the art for the Custom Girls app that you found on your phone today. Nice work by the way, you put on quite a show for yourself at Pietro’s. Anyway, we succubi developed “CG” to feed off the sexual aura the app generates. You, Jacob, are our second user. We didn’t want to spread the app too far, as it’s still in its alpha phase, and we don’t want to roll-out a public version until the app is good and ready, do you understand”?

“...I think so. But how did you get into my house”?

“You fucking humans are always worried about the lamest aspects of your existence. I’m just dropping in to let you know that we’ve given you this app, and we expect you to gain as much sexual pleasure as possible, and spread the love around to us in the process. I’m going to go, but if you ever need to talk to me again, press the question mark icon on the app, it’ll send your messages straight to my cell”. She holds up a Samsung Galaxy. Huh, succubi use Android.

I blinked and she was gone. Fuck. I need to lie down.