Ripe for the picking

They entered the loud bar, squinting through the mood lighting to see where Donna was posted up. The usual crowd of pretty, young adults mingled at the bar and most of the tables. Arthur's sweeping gaze was more focused on how many gorgeous, sexily dressed drinkers were present tonight. Bridget pointed out a waving hand, and they made their way to the high table near the bar where their friends were sitting: Donna and Justin. Donna was a plain girl, almost the opposite of Bridget. She was petite, just shy of five feet, and flat as a board, something she didn't mind as she was too shy to handle the kind of attention Bridget's body received. Her small face was dwarfed even more by her large, round framed glasses. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a camisole under a loose cardigan, currently clutched tight over her nonexistent cleavage. Justin was dressed basically the same as Arthur, though his shirts' graphics were usually of the music variety, being a bassist of a local band. The two made a cute couple; his tall, stocky build complemented her tiny figure. They both looked tipsy to see their working friends, having wasted no time ordering a few rounds before they arrived. "Took you guysslong enough." Justin yelled over the jukebox. "We got a lil thirsty already." Drunk Justin only had an outdoor voice, and Drunk Donna by his side quietly giggled as she leaned on his arm.

"Damn, Arthur. Guess we gotta play catch up. I got this round, gang." She hooked her jacket under the table and shouldered her way into the bar, leaning over to order from the bartender. Arthur took a long stare at her toned, bubble butt trapped in jeans, before Donna's laughing broke his focus. She jabs an accusatory finger in the vicinity of his face.

"You're such a little perv. I can't believe she hasn't caught you staring at her huge ASS yet. You don't even try to be subtle." Sober Donna was the type that blushed if a guy saw her belly button, but her mouth got looser as the drinks poured in, which gave their group plenty to tease Hangover Donna about. Justin joined his girlfriend by chuckling into his suds at Arthur. The app said their awareness was off for the ogling command. So they assumed he was just really slick about his peeking. Switching this would presumably make them know how she was letting him get away with it. How was a phone app able to alter so much so quickly? This couldn't be a long con by all three of them: A fake app to make him publicly humiliate himself? A ping from Arthur's phone brings his focus to the notification: "Automatically target closest Girl?" The app must know his friend's GPS locations, finding Donna. Her perfectly rendered body rotated on the screen, the same categories lined the edge that Bridget's model had. This time he noticed that even the virtual clothes were accurate. Arthur clicked the list button by her name, hoping that their friendship was high enough to already have something, and his curiosity was rewarded. The command had a really clever, thought out name, and it's description read 'chest sensitivity: Level 1.' 'Lucky genetics' was the unlock method. This was something Arthur had no idea about, as Donna froze up tight if anything sexual was asked about her. It could still be part of their trick, but Arthur knew how to win this little game of perverted chicken. He opened the 'Breasts' tab, seeing what he could afford. His eyes lit up when he saw how cheap some good options were.

increase cup size: first one's free ;)
increase nipple size: 3 gems
Show off cleavage: 5 gems
decrease gravity: 2 gems

"This must be a joke." Arthur thought. It was poking fun at Donna's lack of boobs with the cup size joke. He added it anyway; at least he'd get to see the model's chest grow. A shopping cart button appeared by his gem tally, still reading five. The cup size boost now cost 3 gems, allowing for repeated purchases. As he was pondering what to do with the final few gems, he saw a frothy beer land on his coaster as Bridget finally returned, laying out 2 other beers for the couple and carrying a tall glass of her own.

"Just got you all beer, but Mama needs her Long Island." She quickly drained a mouthful of cocktail through her straw, eager to no longer be sober. Arthur had completely forgotten he was going to show her the app and realized he could still play with her if he wanted to. He backed out of Donna's screen and returned to Bridget's. There were so many tabs he still had to explore, but where would he begin, and with which girl?