Tag team Donna

As Bridget took another long pull on her straw, Arthur could see her pale cheeks instantly flush. She was surprisingly a lightweight, considering her mass, but she rarely drank so she could keep her athletic body, therefore when she drank, it hit her hard. She leaned into Arthur's shoulder heavily, not realizing how much pressure she exerted on him at the moment. "Psst, does that app have Donna on it? The list was huge on your phone." She must have seen the nearby targets when she stole his phone, or she was trying to guide the prank along. Arthur decided to keeping humoring her, still having no evidence that it even worked. He opened Donna's page again, ready to see what they all had planned.

"Well, I was going to give her a little help upstairs." Arthur whispered back flashing the screen to Bridget, showing the breast tab was open. Her eyes lit up with impish delight at the choices. He tapped 'must show cleavage.' Might as well go all out with this fake app. Bridget approved as she took another swig of her drink, already almost done with her first iced tea. With no more gems to spend, Arthur opened the cart, showing his cohort the free cup size boost. Her mouth hung in humorous shock at the price. If she was behind this app, her acting was incredible. Before he confirmed the purchase, he saw the ability to set the awareness right away. He thought for a moment before making Donna aware of both changes, but leaving others unaware. Her panic would look hilarious, and Justin would definitely not be able to keep a straight face if a hidden pump inflated her top like a balloon. He made the purchase and almost choked on his beer when Donna's breasts started to rise beneath her thin top. The hand that clutched her sweater over the mosquito bites must have felt them shifting, as she released the fabric and stuck her chest farther into her view, inadvertently displaying the transformation. Before their eyes, her tiny tits became cute handfuls that actually indented her shirt. She blushed in dumbstruck awe, grabbing the sides of her sweater to draw them over her new cleavage, but they only slipped it off her petite shoulders, Arthur looked to Bridget or Justin, but she was downing the last of her cocktail and he was looking at his girlfriend curiously.

"A little hot, sweetie?" He asked, noting her top removal but not the increase in cup size. She looked up at him from behind thin frames, searching for any recognition. He was oblivious, both from **** and a magic phone game. Arthur turned to Bridget for a clue.

"Why did you buy those worthless commands?" She asked Arthur, slightly annoyed. "I don't think she could legally show more cleavage, and her tits are as slight as ever." Oh no, Bridget was covered by the other awareness toggle, so everything looked normal. "I guess I was expecting too much from your prototype." She admitted, standing up to get more drinks. "I'll get you something stronger to drown your sorrows over the fail." She stepped away from the table again, and Arthur focused on the magic he just witnessed. He broached the subject with Donna, trying to gauge her reaction without giving away his influence.

"Are you ok, Donna? You look freaked out." He asked concerned, hoping the tremor of his voice went unnoticed.

"My-my boobs. Do they look weird to you?" She whispered the naughty word as she went to place her hands over the top of her new chest, hoping to somehow push them back to their normal size. She gasped in embarrassment when her fingers instead dove under her chest to lift it and create a larger valley of cleavage. She let them go quickly, and a small moan escaped her lips when the naturally sensitive orbs slid against cotton, bouncing for the first time in her life. This drew the eyes of her boyfriend, and a few strangers nearby.

"Are your boobs feeling tingly again?" Justin teased, sneakily honking one tit like he thinks he's done a million times before. She mewled again at his touch, slapping his hand away and blushing through her rosy stupor. "Maybe we should leave Bridget and Arthur a little early." Donna was too dumbstruck by the sudden onslaught of arousal to think clearly. She knew her tits shouldn't be this big, and she couldn't stop showing them off. Any time she tried to return the sweater to her shoulders, it hung loosely open no matter how she shifted. Too embarrassed to stay and hoping this is an **** induced hallucination, she agreed to go home with her boyfriend. Arthur didn't have a chance to play much more, as they quickly walked out of range. Bridget returned to see her friends gone, and Arthur caught her up.

"Her boobs? Ha! She always was pretty sensitive up there. I don't know why she doesn't wear a bra to at least stop the jiggling." Apparently Donna's chest sensitivity was known to her close friends, so this app could still be part of the longest prank ever attempted. Speak of the devil, the app buzzed in his hand, claiming an update. He opened the program and saw a list of fixes from the last build.

"Thanks to all our faithful beta testers for collecting wonderful metrics for our dev team! We strive to give each of you the same wonderful opportunity to customize your favorite Girls." The only update that caught his eye was a mention of the Custom Girls awareness tabs. "Sometimes you want to let some female friends in on the fun! Now you can, with a unique awareness tab for each Girl customized." Arthur was impressed by how convenient this update would be. He swiped his way to Bridget's page, seeing her Custom Girl awareness set to off as it had been previous. after he was certain she wouldn't notice, he turned it on and asked Bridget to think about Donna's boobs one more time.

"Well, like I said, she was always extra sensitive on the chest, despite her lack of anything. I'm honestly shocked she was able to make any...cleavage? Oh my God, She had tits! Well, boobs, but bigger than she's supposed to! How did you do that? Are you guys pranking me?" She looked directly into Arthur's face, as sincerely shocked as he was. He gulped as the final nail was sunk: This app is real magic, and he was one of the lucky few to have it. "That's incredible, dude, but they only gave you five gems? Kinda cheap if you ask me." She took another long drink of her second Long Island, before a muscle spasm in her throat preceded the involuntary reaction Arthur had been waiting to see since buying the command. Bridget seemed to sense something odd was about to occur, and her eyes rolled inward and bulged in confusion as her jaw relaxed, her tongue rolled to her chin, and she hiccupped.

This face held for as long as the hiccup lasted, the sound catching in Bridget's throat sounded like a blissful gasp instead of the typical high-pitched squeak. Bridget thumped her chest with a tight fist, a blushing smile pulled across her face. "Heheh, guess it's startiiiiing." She coo'd. "Make sure you *h-ahn* take care of me." She leaned on Arthur's shoulder heavily, laughing as he struggled to support her muscular frame. He couldn't believe what he witnessed. Bridget, the pervy friend who teased his own overactive libido constantly, twice made the sexiest face he thought a person could make, and she didn't say a word about it, though she did notice his gawking. "What? I'm not even that wasted. You ain't seen nothing yet." She slid off Arthur's side and sauntered over to the bar for another round, her hiccups fading as she left. As Arthur finished burning that moment into his memory forever, he looked down at his only current option for using the magic app: Bridget's awareness. It seemed the Custom Girl awareness switch doesn't work on their own commands. He toggled her awareness on and watched her back for a reaction. Knowing her, it wouldn't take long.

Bridget was content. She was fully enveloped in the haze of drunk happiness, and was ready to hang with her friends late into the night. her mind groggily raced with ideas for Arthur's magic app. If it could give woman bigger boobs at the press of a button, what else could it do? She felt another hiccup building, her telltale sign to start slowing her **** consumption. but something felt odd with this one. Her whole face seemed to electrify as muscles flexed and pulled against her will! Her brow furrowed upward while her eyes tried to looked at each other. When her diaphragm spasmed, her mouth opened to release a silly noise and she balked as she felt her tongue flop out along with it. "Hi-unh!" she gasped before she could clamp a hand over it. She could tell what erotic expression she just flashed at the bartender. She had tried it a few times before when she learned about the lewd face, admitting she looked pretty hot in the mirror, which is why she could never use it. She didn't mind that Arthur was a healthy, straight male when it came to her appearance, but she wasn't going to indulge his every pervy fantasy. Her sexual nature was reserved for people she could trust, but this kind of expression took an intimacy few got to experience with her. She knew she was genetically blessed and had trained her body well, so she attracted plenty of crass men and even some women seeing her as their fantasy lay. The bartender watching her probably thought she was flirting for a free drink.

"Need something a little lighter this time, Ma'am?" The employee asked, only seeing a hiccupping patron feeling self-conscious. Bridget looked at him, confused by his lack of leering or flirting. She slowly removed her hand from her mouth, hoping to order without another incident.

"Yeah...just two light beers, and a water, too." She rubbed her forehead in thought while the man poured her order. Why did she do that when she hiccupped? It had never happened before in her life, but there was never an app that could control women in her life before today. That asshole changed her! That's why his gems were already so low. Bridget slapped down some cash, ready to bring the drinks and her accusations back to her friend, but she stopped in terror as she felt the reflex bubbling through her core again. Her hands dove to shield her face, but they only clutched her flushing cheeks desperately as she released another loud hiccup. "Hi-mmmn!" She whimpered almost as a thanks to the bartender before she scurried back to her table, full of rage.

Arthur had enjoyed watching Bridget's slight panic at her personal embarrassment, as no one reacted to the lewd moaning of the drunk woman. His revelry soured when her raven locks whipped back to reveal the fire burning on her fuming, pale face. She must have put two and two together. He cowered in his chair as the imposing beauty towered over him, beverages sloshed carelessly to the table as she awaited an explanation. "I'm sorry, Bridget! I thought is was just a prank app! I didn't realize it would change anything, but then Donna's boobs..." She expression only hardened as he tried to weasel his way out of this, but she wasn't going to give him a chance.

"So you just changed me without even asking?? I thought you could control your perversions but I guess-hi~AH~ not. Fuck!" With her fists squarely on her hips, the interrupting hiccup shook her whole body, bouncing her perky set right in Arthur's face. Her arms flew up in shock, in turn framing her bust between tightly squeezing elbows as her face displayed orgasmic pleasure. Her reactions to the lewd expression always turned out sexier than she probably meant, but Arthur couldn't complain, even as she did. "Give me that phone!" Bridget threatened, pulling it from his limp hand with no struggle. She scrolled to her page, finding the list of commands set to her already. She was pleased to see he hadn't been messing with her for long, so he was being sincere, but she was still annoyed he had chosen something so overtly sexual first. Why did this command actually do something, but the one about ignoring his ogling didn't seem to affect her? She noticed the awareness switches in shock. She was about to continue her tirade until a shocking buzz made her drop the phone back on the table. A tingle shot through her hand and straight up into her brain before fizzling out warmly. She shook her head, confused, while Arthur read the notification the app just sent him.

"Look, but don't touch! Applying punishment command." Arthur read aloud. "I don't think the app liked that." An exclamation mark flashed next to her command list button. Opening it to assess the damage, they both sighed at only seeing one command, though it seemed it would be enough to teach Bridget a lesson: "'Major lightweight: Gets drunk very easily.' I think you made it worse." Arthur lamented, but she was no longer focused on him.

Bridget's vision suddenly started swimming from the intensity of the **** in her system. She had never gotten this drunk before; she knew her limits, and she definitely didn't reach it with two drinks. Yet, here she was: barely able to sit up as she felt an onslaught of spasms building in her stomach. "Oh, *hah* fuck. *Hungkah* I feel so *hicnng~* strange." Arthur realized how serious this stupor was for her, and rose her to her feet.

"Ok, we gotta get you home." Arthur assured her as he tried to support her heavier body. Her feet staggered just enough to get them back to her car. She leaned against the vehicle, trying to stop the world from rotating. "I think I have to drive, Bridget." Arthur received a blurry glare and then a set of keys from Bridget as he helped her into the passenger seat. She slapped his hands away as she wrestled with the seatbelt herself.

"You're not getting *hi-oh~* handsy with me, dick*Uhn.* Her repeated hiccups were getting louder and more aggressive as her body tried to correct the mysterious phenomena. Arthur strained to keep his eyes off his squirming friend. This would have been a dream come true if he wasn't feeling a little guilty about it. "You better *Hiuh* fix *hah* this! *Hauuung*" He could only nod for know, promising to deal with the app when they get home.