Wednesday: Self Discovery

Wednesday morning was a fun thrill for Steven. While sitting on the shitter he was lost deep in thought. He was rather having fun fucking with the fabric of reality through his new app. The quests, the sexual tension he was creating. His life never felt more alive. Steve honestly never wants to stop....

DING, his phone sent him a notification. Upon entering the application he was informed that he had completed a quest. "What quest?" he checked the details and saw it. "Uncover Your True Self Completed" the app informed him. He remembered that the app told him he would get access to personalized quests tailored to him, as well as advanced features. Steve wasn't ready for these advanced features however.

Returning to the main page under the skill point shop icon was a new icon of a scientific beaker. Upon clicking the icon a new window opened and his eyes went wide. A short tutorial explaining how he can spend skill points on reality bending changes without the need for quests. So instead of having people complete or fail quests, he could just straight up make a change. His dick hardened at the thought of control this could unleash. He understood why it would cost skill points, because such a power is way too strong. There really is no risk and all reward.

Steve then decided to craft two quests, one for Katrina and one for Ashley. For Katrina he chose the theme "Magical Makeover" and wondered what quest the AI would come up with.

Katrina's Quest: Dress in a way that is enticing to Steve Thompson

Steve laughed at how stupid this quest was. Would she know what he found enticing? The box popped up for him to write his quest reward out.

Katrina's Quest Reward: Breast Growth

Steve felt this was simple enough. He wanted her to have bigger breasts, and while he could eventually earn a skill point to spend on the change directly via his new advanced app feature, it was easier to just make the app gave it to him via reward.

But what really shocked Steve was what the quest chose for her punishment.

"Voice Modulation: For every six hours Katrina fails to complete the quest, her voice will be permanently altered to one octave higher."

A chilling smile spread across Steve's face. The thought of Katrina's sultry voice, the one that had captivated him so completely, being transformed into something high-pitched and squeaky was both terrifying and thrilling.

It was a punishment that played on her vanity, on her desire to be desirable. It was a cruel twist that chipped away at her confidence, stripping her of the very weapon she used to seduce him. But he also hoped to hell that she would succeed in her quest. He would rather she had bigger breasts than a high pitched voice. And 6 hours for each part? That means her voice would raise 4 octaves by the end of the day.... that was a lot.

Steve didn't realize it yet, but although the quest was written early in the day, technically 6 hours had already passed today and Katrina's voice had already raised by one octave, retroactively. He then turned his attention towards Ashley whom he started a new quest for. The theme he chose was "Forbidden Desire" which he wondered how the AI of the app would twist this all together.

Ashley's Quest: Convince Steve Thompson to be only yours instead of sharing him with Katrina

He was shocked and thrilled. He didn't really care that much for Ashley so he knew she would be unable to complete this quest. Which he then realized meant no matter what reward he picked, more than likely she would fail and get the punishment instead. The popup box appeared for him to type his reward. Jokingly he wrote "Become Steve Thompson's Sex ****" and hit submit. There was no way she could complete the quest.

Ashley's Quest Reward: Become Steve Thompson's Sex ****

The AI then showed its typical loading bar as it was beginning to write its punishment for her.

“Memory Rewrite: For every hour Ashley fails to complete the quest, a random positive memory or experience from her life will be erased, replaced with a fabricated scenario of humiliation involving Steve Thompson.”

That was fucked up, did she have a kink for Humiliation? He checked her profile after submitting the quest just to make sure and sure enough, Humiliation was NOT one of her kinks. He wondered WHY the AI of the Questie app had chosen such a punishment but it really didn't matter. It is what it is. Steve didn't care.

Steve finished his morning routine and headed to work. Pulling up to the lot he saw Katrina wearing a business suit. "WTF" he mumbled to himself. Getting out of the car and heading for the entrance where Katrina was working her way in the building.

"Hey Steve" she said with a wink. "What do you think?" she said to him. To his shock her voice was already one pitch higher. Still attractive but clearly more girly.

"Think of what?" he replied in confusion.

"My outfit silly" she said looking down at herself with the open palms 'look at me' gesture.

"I don't think much of it? why would you want to look like Ashley?" he said said. His words cutting like swords through Katrina's mind armor. Ashley was known for her extremely tight business suits pretending to be professional in such a laid back setting of game testing. So these words cut Katrina hard.

"No, Ashley tries WAY TOO HARD to seem professional, we are game testers, most of us wear super casual attire. She is literally the joke of the office because of her attire. You thought business casual would appeal to me?" his words sharp and sincere.

Katrina's face flushed crimson, a mixture of humiliation and anger contorting her features. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms, her grip tightening until her knuckles turned white.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision momentarily. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to defend herself against his cutting words. But something in Steve's gaze, a cold detachment that chilled her to the bone, stilled her rage.

"You...you..." she stammered, her voice cracking with barely concealed emotion. The higher pitch, a cruel reminder of her crumbling reality, grated against her ears.

She fled, her heels clicking furiously against the polished floor, her designer handbag swinging wildly like a pendulum of despair.

He shrugged, dismissing the scene as a minor inconvenience. The app was clearly having a profound effect on her, and he couldn't deny a perverse pleasure in witnessing her unraveling.

Shaking his head, he straightened his backpack and entered the gamer's haven, his mind already buzzing with plans for his next move. He had tasted power, manipulated reality, and reveled in the consequences.

As he walked through the familiar corridors of the game testing hub, mingling with colleagues oblivious to the drama unfolding in their midst, Steve knew that this was only the beginning. He had opened a Pandora's Box of possibilities, and the future was a canvas painted with insatiable desires and chilling consequences.

Steve got to work finding bugs in the latest test patch of the game they were contracted to work on. He had found about 5 bugs so far when he noticed Katrina was not in her seat across the room. He ignored it and kept working.

By 1pm aka around lunch time for them, he felt a tap on his shoulder. As he turned around he was shocked at what he saw. Katrina was wearing a super slutty outfit. A pink tank top with her small breasts clinging to the inside, her nipples hard and poking through the fabric. Her arms fat and smooth, glistening with moisturizer. Her lower half wearing a skirt WAY too short for a girl that fat. Her ass-cheeks literally hanging out from how short the short-skirt was. The tank top was even too small which revealed her chubby belly hanging out. Steve's dick got rock hard instantly as she did a small spin in place which showed every inch of her hairless milk-chocolate body.

Apparently she had asked to go home and change making the excuse that she didn't have time to change from an early appointment she had with a lawyer. A lie but one she felt would give her the chance to head home and come back. Clearly it worked as she had changed cloths.

Katrina sat on Steve's lap facing him which was entirely inappropriate. She sort of just stared in his eyes hoping she had succeeded in her quest. She grinded against his cock which she could tell was full mast. She giggled but it sounded, different. As it turned out, another 6 hours had passed so her voice raised another octave. She tried to whisper in his ear sensually but what came out was a high pitched "Well I can tell this is your type" she purred the best she could.

The heavy petting effect in full effect as she was just grinding against his hard cock and his 10% higher sensitivity in full effect as he was ready to blow already. But she stopped and walked away. Leaving him blue balled for his earlier scolding for wearing business attire.

Steve sat there with his throbbing erection. DING. His phone panged and he checked. Katrina was successful in her quest. He did in fact find the attire she was wearing appealing and attractive. Who wouldn't? It was incredibly slutty. Moments after checking his phone Katrina rushed over grabbing his hand and pulling him into the stairwell which was only a few feet from his desk.

Once there she said "my chest feels funny" she said. And in that exact vocal high pitched admission, her breasts started to expand. From a tiny B cup to a C, then D, then stopping at DD size. Her face was shocked and Steve's face was pleased. Alone in the stairwell that no one really used, he whipped out his cock and started jerking off. Steve simply couldn't help himself at the sight he had just witnessed.

"How the fuck is this possible" she cried as Steve was furiously jerking his dick trying to cum as quickly as possible. She knew how it was possible. The app said her breasts would grow. She just wasn't prepared for how fast it would happen.

Steve, caught in the throes of a primal need, barely registered Katrina's words. His world had shrunk to the pulsating rhythm of his hand against his hardening flesh, to the sight of Katrina's breasts straining against the confines of her already-too-small top. Each frantic, uncontrolled thrust was a prayer, a **** plea for release.

He grunted, a guttural sound that echoed through the deserted stairwell, as the dam within him threatened to break. He imagined burying himself in the soft mounds of flesh before him, tasting the honeyed nectar of her womanhood.

"Don't move!" he rasped, his voice laced with an urgency that bordered on aggression.

Katrina, momentarily stunned by the sheer **** of Steve's lust, was **** to comply. She stood like a statue, her ever-growing breasts casting shifting shadows against the concrete wall, a captive audience to his desires. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of pain, confusion, and the dawning realization of her own helplessness.

As Steve's climax neared, a guttural roar tore from his throat. It was an animalistic sound, a primal scream of frustration and fulfillment, a testament to the raw power the app had unleashed within him.

His hand slowed, faltered, then came to a final, shuddering spasm. His breath came in ragged gasps, as his body tremored with the aftershocks of his release.

He slumped against the wall, his gaze still fixated on Katrina's transformed bosom. The image, burned into his mind, would forever be a stark reminder of the app's ruthless efficiency.

She pulled her top up to reveal her naked breasts, squeezed them together and said "they are rather nice, aren't they?" she said in her best sultry voice. But sadly all that came out was a high pitched squeaking instead. Which made Steve laugh. Her voice now a joke, but her new breasts were amazing. He reached out to squeeze the left breast. She stepped closer and pressed into him gently. "You can play with them some more if you want" she said in her new high pitched voice.

He squeezed gently, relishing the way they yielded to his touch, the subtle tremors running through her body sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Katrina whispered, her breath hot against his ear, a faint scent of jasmine clinging to her skin. Her words were laced with a playful lilt, a stark contrast to her girlish voice.

Steve chuckled, his eyes locking with hers. "I wouldn't say no to enjoying myself," he replied, his voice husky with newfound confidence.

"I'm... I'm not sure," she stammered, a blush creeping up her cheeks, the high pitch of her voice betraying her inner turmoil.

He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Don't worry," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her lips. "Just let go."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. Katrina responded eagerly, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. It was a kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken desires, of a surrender to the burgeoning power dynamic, a taste of the forbidden fruit the app had dangled before them.

As the kiss deepened, Steve's hands found their way back to her breasts, kneading them with a newfound fervor, his body responding to her intoxicating touch. He knew they were walking a dangerous path, but at this moment, nothing else mattered. The consequences, the ramifications, faded into

the background, eclipsed by the raw, unbridled pleasure of the moment.

And then as quickly as he began, he stopped. He had warmed her up to wanting more, and then just stopped. Similar to how she had teased him earlier in the day, he is now getting payback. Realizing his spent cock was still hanging out from his zipper, he tucked little Steve away and returned to his desk leaving Katrina alone in the stairwell. Her face beat red and her pussy dripping with desire, **** for more. She had **** but to return to her desk flustered and unfulfilled. Planning her next step.

(Katrina's point of view)

Katrina's phone dinged. Apparently she leveled up by completing the quest. Her breasts grew and only two out of four voice octaves occurred. She was given the tutorial for the skill point shop and began looking through her choices. She came a crossed a skill to "undo the last punishment you had received." But was it really worth using a skill point to undo a change when she could simply gain something new? She kept looking just in case and found something appealing. "Commanding Tone" was listed. The explanation was "Your voice has a higher chance of controlling the person you are speaking to" which send shivers down her spine. So she had to make a decision. She could spend the skill point on the new skill and use it to fuck with Steve AND Ashley, or she could change her voice back to normal. If she picked the new skill, she would undeniably be stuck with a high pitched voice forever. Unsure if she wanted that, she had to make a decision now. Because she felt if she went too long thinking about it, she would end up regretting her choice from overthinking....

The flashing notification on her phone seemed to mock her indecision. The pixelated image of a scaled-down, cartoonish breast taunted her, a constant reminder of her current predicament.

Katrina chewed on her lower lip, her nails digging into her palms.

The lure of manipulating both Steve and Ashley with an authoritative, commanding voice was intoxicating. It offered a twisted sense of control, a weapon against the humiliation she'd endured. The thought of bending them to her will, of dictating their every move with newfound authority, sent a thrill of morbid pleasure through her.

But the price was steep. A permanent high-pitched voice, a haunting reminder of her servitude to the app's whims, a twisted badge of her subjugation. Could she live with the consequences of such a drastic, irreversible change?

She spun circles in her chair, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting desires. Logic and fear urged caution, whispering warnings of unforeseen ramifications. But the seductive whispers of power, the thrill of wielding manipulation as a weapon, were hard to resist.

Taking a deep breath, Katrina closed her eyes, picturing Steve's smug smirk, Ashley's condescending sneer. The faces swam before her eyes, taunting her with their indifference. A wave of anger, hot and consuming, surged through her.

"Never again," she hissed under her breath, her voice barely above a whisper, yet imbued with an icy resolve.

With trembling fingers, Katrina selected the "Commanding Tone" skill, her choice echoing the growing darkness blossoming within her. The world might see a meek, subservient Katrina, but beneath the surface, a storm was brewing. A storm of rebellion fueled by a desire for ****. And, perhaps, a twisted sense of liberation.

She tapped confirm for the skill and had this new found power in her list of skills in her profile. Katrina knew she wanted to try this power out and decided to fuck with Ashley since she wasn't ready to play with Steve just yet after the days consecutive events.

Katrina walked to Ashley's cubicle and then leaned against the table staring into Ashley's eyes.

"Hello Ashley, how are you today?" she asked in her high pitched voice trying to be commanding in her tone.

Ashley's eyes went wide, and she instantly blurted out "I want to make Steven all mine so you can't have him" she said in a fury. Her face then went beet red realizing what she had just blurted out.

Ashley's unexpected outburst startled Katrina. It was as if a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of repressed emotions. For a fleeting moment, Katrina felt a pang of sympathy for her coworker, a glimpse into the insecurity that simmered beneath Ashley's carefully constructed facade.

But the thrill of wielding her newfound power quickly eclipsed any empathy. Katrina had tasted control, and she wanted more.

"Interesting," Katrina drawled, her high-pitched voice laced with a newfound authority.

"You want Steven all to yourself," she continued, savoring Ashley's flustered demeanor. "Tell me more about this... desire.”

She leaned closer, her eyes boring into Ashley's, the innocent façade she'd cultivated earlier replaced by a cunning glint.

“Why don’t you tell me everything you've been thinking?" Katrina purred, her voice a seductive whisper that belied its commanding intent.

Ashley, clearly rattled by Katrina's sudden assertiveness and the piercing intensity of her gaze, stammered, her cheeks reddening further.

“I… I just…” she stammered, struggling to regain control of the narrative. "It's nothing."

Katrina simply raised an eyebrow, her expression unwavering. "Nothing?" she repeated, her voice dropping to a deceptively soft murmur. "Ashley, I'm sure there's more to it than that. Don't you want to share your little secret with me?"

The air crackled with tension as Ashley found herself trapped in Katrina's web of manipulation. The desire to maintain her carefully curated image warred with the compulsion to confess, fueled by the unsettling power emanating from Katrina's gaze.

"Well, I have this app, called Questie, and it gives me quests. The first quest was to do anything Steve told me for three days. Today is the last day. But the most recent quest told me to convince Steve to chose me over you. If I succeed, I will become his sex ****. And I really don't want to fail." she said unable to stop herself. Her face blood red in humiliation of losing control.

"Interesting" Katrina murmured. "We both have this app, that's, well, crazy!" she exclaimed. Her hand on her chin in the thinking pose was pondering this information.

Meanwhile Ashley's mind was reeling in the humiliation. Her pussy was wet and dripping. Many hours had passed today and many of her memories were rewritten to where she was submissive and doing humiliating things in front of Steve Thompson. As per the quest punishment had stated. She knows the memories were altered but she can't remember what the previous memory was, only that it was different.

Katrina finished thinking and stated "You will fail, you will never have Steve to yourself. He's mine too. We can share him, but I will never let you have him outright" she told Ashley. Her head nodding in agreement uncontrollably. Katrina had a smug look on her face realizing her commanding voice was able to control Ashley and make her speak. But what Katrina didn't know was the dom/sub kink of Ashley helped her commanding voice work better than it should have. She commanded Ashley to "Fail your quest on purpose" and Ashley nodded.

Ashley's body shivered as Katrina's command washed over her, a potent cocktail of humiliation and perverse excitement. She imagined Steve's laughter, relishing in her failure, and a thrill shot through her that was both disturbing and exhilarating. Katrina's words, spoken with such chilling confidence, were a lifeline to a darker, hidden part of Ashley’s psyche.

The carefully constructed facade of control crumbled, dissolving into a maelstrom of submission. Ashley felt exposed, **** but oddly empowered by the surrender.

"Yes, Katrina," Ashley breathed, her voice barely a whisper. "I will fail. Steve will be yours...ours."

She felt a strange sense of liberation in relinquishing control, in abdicating responsibility for her own desires. The humiliation was a heady ****, blurring the line between pleasure and pain.

Katrina observed Ashley’s transformation with a mixture of amusement and a dawning understanding. She'd stumbled upon a potent combination - the relentless urge for dominance with Ashley's inherent submissive tendencies. This unexpected synergy amplified her power, allowing her to weave a web of manipulation with terrifying ease.

"Good girl," Katrina purred, a predatory gleam twinkling in her eye.

Ashley, her mind a swirling vortex of conflicting desires, simply nodded, her resolve dissolving like sugar in water. She yearned to please Katrina, to prove her worth as a pawn in this twisted game.

Katrina returned to her desk with a newfound confidence.

(back to Steve's point of view)

Steve finished his workday without any interruptions. On the way out of the office Katrina rushed to his side with a planned point of ****. She leans over and whispers in his ear as they are walking "cum for me now."

But Steve just looks over at her confused. "What?" he said with a confused face.

"I said cum for me, right now!" she doubled down.

"And how exactly would I do that?" he said in a coy tone. Katrina became increasingly angry.

"Why isn't it working" she murmured but Steve caught every word.

"What do you mean not working?" he asked. Katrina's eyes went wide and then simply rushed to her van to go home. Steve shrugged it off and walked to his honda to drive home.

Once home he opened his app and noticed two quest finishing notifications. A success for Katrina which he knew because she had grown multiple breasts sizes right before his face. But what shocked him was the "**** failure" notification for Ashley. She had chosen to forfeit the quest and take the full punishment instantly. He checked Ashley's profile and under kinks was the new "humiliation" kink included in the list. The app had basically given her the sexual kink of enjoying being humiliated. What a weird turn of events.

After checking the two quests he was given the notification of leveling up and gaining yet another skill point. "Fuck yeah" he said. He knew exactly what to spend it on and chose to level up his quest crafting ability so now he can pick the punishments along with the failures. He confirmed his choice and thought about what rewards and punishments he would craft for both his toys. Only then to realize he called Katrina and Ashley "toys." Chuckling to himself, he eventually fell asleep.