Try To Take Advantage Of The Game Again

''Shit'' She hissed at her phone, realizing she was about to get stuck with huge tits and only get a dollar for her troubles. But then, she remembered what she had done previously, turning down the games offer got it to sweeten the deal for her. Taking a breath, she looked at her phone.

''I don't know, that's pretty expensive, I think I might just...'' She paused as a flutter of warmth pulsed in her boobs, causing an almost ticklish sensation in her chest which **** a cute giggle out of her mouth. Tingles travelling upwards and making her head feel fuzzy for just a couple of seconds.

Her eyes went wide as she realized what just happened. Panic setting in as she realized how she could easily wind up as a giggly ditz. Even though she was feeling pressured to make a decision, she steeled herself and looked back at her phone.

''You're gonna have to make it more affordable than that'' She said, making sure to speak clearly and perhaps a bit too loudly as she pressed ''NO'' on the app.

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''Assholes'' She grumbled at the phone. It chirped an electronic tone in response

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She gave her phone a **** stare as her hand squeezed tight around the device. But, that stare only lasted a few more seconds as she felt a warmth start to build in her chest.

''Oh, no. No way, no...'' Her protest broke into a giggle as the warmth tingled through her chest again and white noise seemed to fill her mind

''Crap'' She sighed as she shook away the last of the mental fuzzyness from this last hit from her brain numbing boobs.

A few more seconds passed before she noticed the image on her phone screen changing slightly.

• Would you like to spend 1.500.001$ to stop your IQ loss?

She slammed her free hand down on the edge of her bathroom sink, wincing slightly at the jiggle it caused in her new boobs. Anger rising as she stared at them hanging out of her overloaded blouse

''What kind of perverted fucking asshole...'' She stopped shouting immediately as she felt a tingle of warmth start in her boobs again. She grabbed her phone and slapped the ''YES'' option, then started scrunching her eyes closed as she braced for another IQ dropping wave of warmth to sweep up from her boobs and smack into her brain.

She had a brief moment of hope as the tingling warmth seemed to settle in her boobs for a moment. But, that hope was short lived as the warmth spread down her torso, seeming to get more intense as it pushed towards her pussy causing her to moan and grind as it found it's target and started building even faster, pushing her right to the edge of an orgasm.

And then suddenly, it ebbed away. Leaving her horny and... annoyed, partially because she had just ruined a good pair of panties and partially because she had just been denied what should have been an amazing orgasm

Pressing her free hand against the crotch of her pants, she brought the hand holding her phone up to eye level again and looked at the app

• You can keep your brains. A sexy bimbo doesn't have to be dumb

The hand that was absently grinding against her crotch froze still in an instant as she finally realized the implications of what she had agreed to. Her boobs weren't just there to melt brains, they were ''bimbofying'' boobs.

She set her phone down on the side of the sink as she quickly stripped out of her sex soaked pants and underwear, throwing them into the laundry basket, her blouse quickly following them in.

Starting to wash her hands, she couldn't help but roll her hips a little. That tingle had brought her right to the edge and she could still feel the dull ache from being denied. She eyed the bath tub in the corner of the room. Though it was rarely used, she was tempted to fill it up now, maybe let herself slip down into the warm water as one hand set to work on her aching pussy and the other teased her new...

The thought of her traitorous new boobs snapped her back to reality a bit. They had been melting her IQ on a minute by minute basis, but she still didn't know what the other ''bimbofying'' effects would be.

Again, she turned to her phone, hoping that the app would answer her questions. Though the message that greeted her wasn't particularly what she wanted to see.

• It'll be more fun if we let you know some other time. Or maybe not

She scowled, having learned not to voice her frustrations with the app out loud

• Would you get a career making online videos for 1.000.000$?

She threw her hands up in frustration, letting them slap back down by her sides and ignoring the jiggling motions that triggered as she set the device back down on the edge of the sink and stormed out of the bathroom, flopping herself down onto the living room couch as she let out a sigh. There was a moment of regret as she felt the fabric of the couch drag across her naked boobs with every breath in and out.

Then, she heard keys jingling in her apartment door