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Damn, this Mia user is good. And angry. Maybe too good. I had to negotiate with her for ages to get her down to something proportionate. This is round 1 after all.

Honestly, I’m impressed. Maybe we could use her input for future versions if she makes it through the game. I’ll have to let my makers know.

Lina

Lina listened to the professor at the front while actually reading ahead to the next lecture on her laptop. She took a break to think about how frustrating it was to work at the pace of these party-going socialites. She figured that if they paid more attention to the lessons, maybe their class would be finished for the semester by now.

She focus on my notes but something in her periphery was distracting her. She felt her eyes start to gloss over, but it takes a few seconds for her to tune into what was distracting her.

She looked down at her chest. It’s as if a cool breeze was flowing through her clothes, through her bra and caressing her breasts. She recognised the feeling -- while she didn't make a habit of touching herself in for pleasure, she had accidentally, absentmindedly, let her fingertips trace across her breast.

However, it was not her that was doing it - it was happening by itself. She felt her nipples crumple into hard peaks, moving inside her bra. She felt flustered, abnormal for anyone, especially for her.

After a short time, it was almost like there were tens of hands. They gently stroked her breasts with just the tips of their phantom fingers.

She couldn't think clearly like this so she gathered her things and headed to the bathroom. She knew what the professor was going to say anyway.

In a cubicle, she took off her sweater, blouse and bra and looked for a rash. However, the sensation immediately vanished. There was no rash to be found and no sensation. She took a moment to **** any residual erotic thoughts from her mind and started to wonder what had caused it. Hormones, perhaps?

However, the moment she put on her bra, the sensation immediately returned, in full ****. She gasped as her temperature shot up and the redness returned to her cheeks. Her eyes lost focus once again and she found herself fighting her body for a second time, trying not to enjoy the sensation.

Her hands raised to her chest and just as she was about to squeeze her DD breasts through her bra she snapped out of it and reminded herself that this was wrong. She figured that it must be some kind of allergic reaction to the fabric of her bra, so she removed it again. She had worn it for months now, though, so it didn't make any sense to her how this could have started.

With nothing else to wear under her blouse, she stuffed the bra into her bag and started putting on her blouse.

The sensation started off mildly as she began to button it up from the bottom. One phantom hand lightly stroked where the fabric met her breast. It was bearable, though. With each button, it got noticeably more intense. By the time it was fully closed, it was extremely distracting.

She looked at myself in the mirror and realised how obscene she looked as she bit her lip, generous chest squeezed into the semi-transparent white blouse. Her hard nipples were trying to cut their way out through it. She was glad she brought her sweater, else this would be unbearable.

Resolving that she needed to speak to a doctor promptly, she finally pulled her sweated back over it, intending to return to modesty. However, she found herself gasping and tripping backwards onto the toilet behind her as the sensations begin again, harder than ever. She felt kissing and sucking all over them, especially on her solid nipples.

She pulled the sweater back up to her neck and it subsided back to the slightly distracting just-blouse sensation. She watched herself in the mirror as she realised what she needed to do. She couldn't be seen like this and needed to get home as soon as possible to find something decent, free of whatever was causing this reaction.

Her car was close by, so she just needed to make it there. She grimaced and pulled the sweater down over her mutinous humps and made her way through the corridor of students toward the exit.

Every step was a nightmare, enhanced by the bounce of her sensitive breasts from every step under my sweater. It was a fight just to keep her eyes open and looking where she was going.

She pushed the exit door open and just as she thought she'd succeeded, she heard her professor’s voice next to her.

“How’s your assignment coming along?”

She looked up at him and tried to focus on what he was saying, pulling her attention away from her nipples. She had a carefully nurtured reputation as a model student, and she was not willing to destroy it over an allergic reaction. “Good thank you,” she moaned under her breath despite her efforts.

He tried to make conversation but she have no idea what he was saying. She tried to stand and focus but lasted 45 seconds before her knees started to buckle. “I’m sorry I’m not feeling well,” She said as carefully as possible before putting one arm around her chest to support it. She turned and ran as quickly as she could to her car.

Once in, she stripped the sweater off and undid a few buttons. She set her AC to max to cool off and clear her mind. The sensation thankfully subsided.

“Are you on your way? — m,” Lina's phone buzzed.

"Darn!" She had forgotten that sheneeded to pick Mia up. She put the car into drive and headed back to her.

Lina rounded the corner in the car to find Mia waiting patiently with two coffees. She had to admit that Mia looked pretty good in the skirt and her shoes. Lina figured that while maybe her makeup was a bit much, it looked good, especially by her standards.

“Sorry I’m late. I had a .. distraction,” Lina started to explain.

Mia smirked and hop[ed into the car, passing her sister a coffee. Lina wasn't sure how to take such a nice gesture.

After years of being pushed by Mia to dress more 'proudly', Lina had to wonder how Mia was able to sit next to her for the entire drive without making a comment about her revealing shirt.

Lina pulled the car into her place and the pair headed straight in. Lina head to her bedroom to enjoy the bliss of not wearing a top for a few minutes. She made her way to her bra drawer to find a replacement. She picked one out that she had worn the week before. Being a bit old now, it’s a tight fit. As soon as it covered her, the sucking and kissing began again. She moan involuntarily as the unwelcome heat started to grow between her legs again.

'There’ll be none of that in this room.' She said to herself. She had never experienced an orgasm and didn't plan on doing so until she was married. The pleasure made it difficult to undo the bra; she could barely keep both eyes open.

Frustrated, she threw the bra onto the bed and tried another one. Pretty quickly, a big pile had developed with only a couple of previously unworn bras that Mia had gifted to her years ago that don't seem provoke the reaction. Half cups and unsupportive silk ones that she have no intention of wearing.

Next, she moved onto tops. She start with the biggest, loosest hoodie, thinking that it would give her the most space and provoke the least reaction, but she quickly found that the sensations were as bad as with her bras. It was frustrating for Lina to be assaulted by phantom hands and lips in places where the top wasn't even touching her. She tried different materials and once again found that the only items bearable covered the least skin, or had the thinnest tightest fabric. The only way to be perfectly rid of the sensation was to wear nothing. She wondered how this could be? It is as if she was now allergic to non-scandalous clothing.

Frustrated to the point of anger, she put her blouse back on and stormed out to find her phone to call her doctor.

“Having trouble?” Mia asked smugly from the couch.

“Actually yes,” Lina snapped back, “I’m having trouble with the fact that after stealing my shoes, wearing them out, getting them stuck and then having to waste my time with a trip to the shoe store, you’re still wearing them!”

Mia looked concerned, which was not the reaction Lina was expecting.

“Give them back,” Lina demanded.

“You.. don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“The app and the punishment and the magic and the curse?” Mia looked very concerned.

“The what?! If you’re going mad I really don’t have time for this right now. I need to call my doctor.”

“Lina wait look at me. I’m serious,” Mia stepped toward Lina. “I really can’t take them off. Nor can a cobbler.” Mia blushes as she thinks about the cobbler for no obvious reason.

“It won’t let me. It said you did it, and so it asked me what you should get in return. So I said ...” Mia pointed to Lina's chest, “that.”

Lina looked down and briefly wondered if she knew what was happening before dismissing it. “I don’t have time for your games today. I need to get to the clinic before it closes.”

She took her phone to her room and as she opened it to make the call, it buzzed.

“She’s right you know. The doctor can’t help you now.”

"That stupid app again," Lina said to herself.