Surprise surprise, what's that between your thighs?

Your phone's alarm wakes you up at what you would consider an unreasonable hour. Grabbing it, you quickly silence the alarm, and notice that it's seven in the morning. Which means your shift is in a little over two hours, after the government mandated eight hours between shifts. So yay, you've got that to look forward to. On the bright side, it's a four hour shift. Maybe if you weren't only fifteen minutes away from the store, you'd be more upset than that. Oh well, short shift for a weekend day. You're not complaining.

You get out of bed and pull your store polo over your head. Jeez, you really should have changed last night before bed. And maybe showered. You feel pretty gross at the moment. It's not too much of an issue, though. You've got two hours before work, plenty of time to clean up. You grab your phone and bring it with you into the bathroom, as is your custom. Taylor's apartment only has one shower, but luckily it doesn't seem like she's using it at the moment. You turn the water on and strip out of your work pants and boxers, only to find an extremely pleasant surprise waiting for you.

Your downstairs is feeling a bit... heavier than usual. You look down to find your dick. Or, at least, the dick that's attached to you. You know your own dick pretty intimately, and this ain't it. Whoever is the proud owner of this particular slab of meat is a lucky man. It's soft at the moment, but nonetheless hangs with considerable weight, looking about as long as you used to be when hard. You stare at it, your brain not quite catching up through the morning fog, as the situation slowly becomes apparent to you as your massive member engorges with blood. It isn't long before the thing is sticking straight out at you, looking like a goddamn horizontal flagpole. You don't have a ruler on hand, but this thing has to be at least ten inches long. Maybe more. And the girth on it is just as proportionally thick. No that doesn't do this thing justice. It's proportionally thicc. No, that still doesn't seem enough.

It's proportionally thiccc.

You grab your phone in a sudden elated panic, and quickly unlock it. Sure enough, there's the fucking Affection Multiplier App staring back at you. The message from the night before is still on the screen.

Congrats on your purchase! Hope you enjoy it!

Oh yeah, you're going to enjoy this. Magic phone apps are real, and now you've got the world at your fingertips.

But first, a shower. The mirror in here is already fogging up, and you don't want to waste all the hot water. You might be a digital wizard now, but water bills don't pay themselves.

After cleaning yourself, and calming your dick down to its softer but still massive proportions, you were planning to make your way back to your room to get ready for work. Of course, the lure of the app grabs a hold of you. Checking your profile, you can see it hasn't changed, luckily. It looks like you're still the same guy as always, just now you're packing a howitzer below the belt. You check Morgan's profile out of curiosity, and while nothing has changed since last night's update, you can't help but notice the little heart with a dollar sign icon next to it.

They say curiosity killed the cat. If that's true, you might as well be the John Wilkes Booth of felines at the moment, because you abso-goddamn-lutely need to know what's on the other side of that icon.

The purchases currently available for Morgan are as follows.

Shoulder to Cry On (150 gems): This person would make an incredible therapist. Whenever a friend or lover comes to them with genuine emotional need, their natural nurturing aura will enable others to feel safe enough to share their deepest secrets. In addition, all affection gains in their presence, themselves not included, are doubled.

Starved for Attention (200 gems): This person needs to be noticed. They crave the spotlight. Whenever you show them affection or attention as a direct result of them trying to goad a reaction out of you, any point gains as a result are doubled.

Great Stonking Tits (100 gems): This person has an incredible pair of breasts. Natural and massive, they require little support, and their shape will always stay aesthetically pleasant. In addition, their sensitivity during foreplay will be enhanced, and any lust gains resulting from breast play will be doubled.

WHOA. That's... horrifically invasive. And certainly not okay ethically. You're beginning to feel absolutely terrible about even looking at this store. Who the fuck are you to permanently modify someone's mind and body? Shoulder to Cry On seems like it would be useful for anyone, you're not denying that. Starved for Attention seems a little bit cruel to inflict on someone. And the last option... well, it'd be fucked up beyond belief to do modify someone's body like that. Putting that aside, these all seem... pretty cheap, right? Your cheapest option was still 50 gems more than Morgan's most expensive one. And these are supposed to be tied to her wants, right? So, does that mean that Morgan want to be an emotionally supportive friend, who's always at the center of everyone's attention, and also has a great rack? This whole thing is making you feel weird. You shake your head to clear your thoughts.

There's no way you're buying any of these, that's for sure. You can't fuck with someone like that, after all. That's taking you straight into super-villain territory, and if you're going to be a weird as fuck digital wizard, you're going to commit yourself to being a good guy.

And then the bathroom door opens, your cousin Taylor standing on the other side of it. Her shoulder length blonde hair is messy and un-styled. She's holding a towel and still wearing the tank top and pajama pants she usually sleeps in.

It is at this moment you remember you're standing buck naked in the still fogged up bathroom, absentmindedly holding your phone, your brand new swinging hog waggling freely in the air.

Taylor's eyes go wide. A beat passes, and she slowly turns away and closes the door. A moment later, you hear her voice through the door.

"I don't know why the fuck you were standing naked in the bathroom when the shower hasn't been on for like fifteen minutes. I don't know why you didn't lock the door. Doesn't matter. We will never speak of this, Jason. Tell me when you're done in there."

You say nothing in response. This morning has been a fucking emotional roller coaster ride, and you've only been awake for a few minutes.

It doesn't get better, as when you go to towel yourself off, you realize that in the surprise of Taylor walking in, you've moved your thumb ever so slightly to be touching the screen. This is compounded by the fact that a message has appeared on the app.

Congratulations on your purchase! Hope you enjoy it!

Well fuck. This roller coaster just hit another loop. And even after clearing the message, you can't see which of the options you actually bought. Quickly, you go back to your profile to check your current gem count. You remember how much they cost, right? You can just check your current count, do some quick math, and you'll know which one you accidentally bought. You calm yourself down. This isn't a problem! Maybe you can fix this!