Rough start

Emily stood in the girl's bathroom, leaning on the vanity and breathing hard. She studied her flushed and teary-eyed face in the mirror, regretting everything. The trouble had started as soon as she arrived at school, with a group of boys hanging out by the front doors. They crowded around her, laughing as they pawed at her boobs, spanked her ass, and rubbed her crotch, all while the app **** her to just stand there with clenched fists and a wavering frown. They eventually let her go with a few parting taunts and touches as she hurried through the doors, trying to get her breathing under control and ignoring the dampness in her panties. She made her way towards her first period class, boys and even a few girls slapping her butt as she passed them in the hall.

She thought the classroom might be a refuge for her, but when she burst through the door her heart immediately dropped at the stares and whispers of the other students. She moved to take a seat at the back of the room, flinching at each uninvited caress. She hunched in on herself, watching warily as a trio of boys approached her desk with wicked smiles.

"Hey, girl," one said. Emily whimpered as she stood back up, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a chaste peck on the lips. He took the opportunity to squeeze her ass, forcing a moan from her as the other two closed in from the sides. With three pairs of hands touching her all over, she briefly made eye contact with Mr. Bailey sat at the front of the room; he checked his watch, then reclined in his chair and took a sip of coffee. She affixed her eyes to the wall clock instead, counting the seconds until the lesson began and the boys would have to sit back down.

Eventually, mercifully, the bell rang for the start of the period and they reluctantly parted from her. Emily dropped heavily into her seat, head in her hands. The groping may have stopped for now, but her body refused to settle down due to the effects of Lustful. A steady thrum of arousal coursed through her, keeping her on edge even as she tried to smother her growing panic.

The period seemed to fly by, Emily staring blankly at the whiteboard with a pencil held loosely in her fingers as she rubbed her thighs together under the desk. Before she knew it, the bell was ringing again and the guy beside her was honking her boob on his way out. She waited in her seat until everyone else had filed into the hall before scurrying towards the door herself. As she passed the teacher's desk, she felt a hand come to rest on her butt. She stiffened, and slowly looked over her shoulder.

"Emily, is everything alright?" Mr. Bailey asked, pure concern in his eyes as he gently fondled her. "You've seemed distracted the last couple days."

"Please..." she sniffled.

"Please?" His hand stilled.

Please stop. Please don't touch me. Please have some basic fucking decency!

She couldn't say any of these things, so she just ran. She fled through the halls, tears gathering in her eyes and threatening to spill out with every spank delivered by a passing student. Shivering, she ducked into the bathroom.

Now, she paced in front of the mirror, hugging herself. She had to calm down, get a hold of herself and get to her next class. Faye and Riley were waiting for her, surely they'd keep her safe during PE. Then after that she'd just have to put up with it for the rest of the school day before she could go home and lock herself in her room. She'd cancel on the mall, just settle in with a good game and wait for the clock to run down.

I can do this. I can do this.

Her attempt to hype herself up was interrupted by the door swinging open. She jumped as another girl walked in, halting suddenly as she noticed her crying in front of the mirror. Before she could say anything Emily quickly brushed past her, wiping her eyes with the back of a hand. The hall was a lot emptier now, most students already waiting in their next classes. She made a beeline for the locker room.

Faye and Riley were waiting inside, wearing their gym clothes. Or, well, half her clothes in Riley's case, since she was still wearing a skirt. They smiled at her as she entered, a faintly predatory glint suddenly appearing in Faye's eyes. Emily was too relieved to notice as she hurried over.

"Hey, there you are, Emily! We ran into a bit of trouble with Riley's customizations," Faye said sheepishly.

She practically threw herself at Faye, pulling her into a deep kiss. In return, she slipped a hand down her jeans and playfully grabbed her pantied butt. Emily found herself unconsciously straddling Faye's leg, grinding against it.

"Woah!" Riley said, eyes wide, "What's going on, did I miss something? Emily, is this a challenge or something?"

She pulled back, panting. "Ah, yeah, let me explain."

She told them about her challenges for today as Faye casually fondled her, Riley looking on in concern.

"Wait," Faye interrupted, " I guess it makes sense that the app is what's making you let everyone grope you, but the kissing is a challenge too? Isn't that just... normal for you?"

"What? Why would you think that's normal? She'd never kissed anyone before last night!" Riley said.

Emily nodded. "That one's set to low awareness, so I can see why you'd think that. Actually, it's stranger that you do still notice that it's unusual, Riley. I wonder why the app doesn't seem to be influencing you?"

Faye still seemed confused, but just shrugged her shoulders. She said, "Maybe because she's already being affected by it? If she's the only other person you've customized, and she's the only person who's not influenced..."

"I guess that could be it," Riley said, "should we test it somehow?"

"I have an idea." She pulled out her phone and opened the app. Grope Breasts still had its awareness set to on for CG and off for others, so she pressed it. Faye just stared blankly as Emily's free hand squeezed her own boob, while Riley blushed and averted her eyes.

"Huh," Emily said, "that seems like an oversight."

"I'm going to assume that whatever just happened was a confirmation, then. Anyways, if you're feeling up for it Emily, we should probably get to class before Coach decides to make us run extra laps for being late."

"Hold on!" Riley said, "We still need to figure out what to do about my uniform, I can't do PE in a skirt!"