Yes, but it isn't exactly what she expected.

“Oh, what the hell,” she said as she clicked Low Expectations, her boobs were already massive, and as much as she enjoyed it, she wasn’t eager to potentially grow to a completely inconvenient size.

Rachel didn’t see any immediate effects which she kind of expected, she had guessed this penalty wouldn’t have visible effects, especially if her guess was right and it changed how people viewed her. She set her phone down and dropped her towel now that she was dry from her shower. Rachel rummaged through her closet to try and find anything that still fit, her best bet would be her ex’s oversized shirt, sweatpants, or a long skirt. None of those clothes would go together but she just needed something to wear when she went to buy more appropriate clothes.

She slid the black shirt on and checked herself out in the mirror, her huge boobs created a hanging curtain that made it impossible to see how narrow her waist was. She turned to her dresser and found an old pair of sweatpants that managed to shimmy over her ridiculous ass.

As she finished putting the pants on, Rachel noticed that she was looking at an ocean of tit flesh and cleavage. She spun back towards the mirror and looked at her reflection, the once oversized shirt and shrunk into a skimpy crop top with an insane amount of cleavage exposed to the world.

Now she understood what Low Expectations meant, from now on any clothes she wore would likely become a crop top that accentuated her slim torso but also created a plunging neckline, so deep that it left almost nothing to the imagination. Her exposed breasts jiggled like Jell-O in her neckline, and she felt her mouth begin to water as the sight excited her.

“Oh wow, this is a lovely top,” She said as she began to strip it off, “I wonder what would happen if I tried on a shirt that doesn’t fit.”

Rachel grabbed one of her old shirts that barely fit even when she had small tits, she struggled to get her tits to fit in it and they eventually did… sort of. The shirt covered as far as her nipples but left an obscene amount of underboob, the bottoms of her areola were visible as her stiff nipples worked their hardest to hold the shirt down. As she looked at herself in the mirror her shirt began to change, the neckline began to extend downward, exposing her cleavage inch by inch until the neckline met the bottom of her shirt. The sleeves grew less tight as the fabric morphed to fit her better and she smiled at the result. Her shirt would be better considered a bra now by the lack of fabric it contained, the shirt had changed to cover her nipples and only her nipples, and the cups were held together by a piece of string that looked like it was under constant threat of snapping. The shirt sat off of her shoulders and looped around her arms, providing a wonderful glimpse at her side boob. There was no way someone could wear this top without a bra but lucky for her, her fake tits had just the right amount of perkiness and a lack of natural motion to not worry cause issues.

Rachel was happy with her experiment for now and changed back into her original black shirt, that much-exposed skin made her too chilly to be comfortable. She was once again happy with this penalty, she didn’t want to jinx herself but besides the changes she deleted, none of these were punishments to her.

Rachel heard her phone chime and assumed it was the game but this time it was a notification from her pharmacy, letting her know that she needed to pick up her birth control today. Shit, she thought to herself, I forgot all about that. She checked the pack that she kept in her bathroom and saw that she only had one pill remaining, the one for today. Rachel kicked herself mentally for forgetting, knowing very well she couldn’t go without it, and she would have to pick it up today before the pharmacy closed for the weekend.