Break 1

There was a pause as the first round ended. James and Eliza discretely inspecting their new expansions, while Sophia grappled with her new urges.

James was the first to speak. “Welp. I oughta get to work. See you two tomorrow!” And with that he left the girls’ apartmen.

Sophia called after him. “Bye!” And the two of them were left alone.

“Um. I should get ready too.” Eliza stood up to leave, but was caught off guard by her new center of balance. “Woah. Kinda unstable now. Feels weird.”

Which left Sophia by herself in the living room. As a freelancer she had no schedule to adhere to, so could afford to spend a few extra minutes lazing around on a Saturday morning.

——-

James felt a tap on the shoulder, and turned around to see his boss had entered his cubicle. Nothing unusual, she liked to do her rounds every morning, but James was looking forward to it today more than usual.

Without a word, his boss leaned down and pressed her lips against his. James returned the “greeting” in kind. After a few seconds, his boss pulled away. “So, Mr. Hart, are you going to finish the analysis of the new initiative yet?”

James smiled, looking at the strand of saliva still connecting their mouths. “Amy, relax. I said I’d get it done by the deadline, and I will. Have I ever failed you before?”

Amy sighed. “No, I suppose not. Still, I would appreciate it if you didn’t cut it so close every time.” She paused. “…And we’ve been over this. It’s Mrs. Clivemore.” Without waiting for a response she turned and left.

James rolled his eyes once he was sure she wasn’t looking. “God, how pretentious.” Although he smiled again as he overheard the wet sounds of lips on lips from the next cubicle over. “We’ll see how long the professionalism lasts.”

——-

It took most of the day for Eliza’s blush to die down. First of all, while her body had changed, her clothes had not. She didn’t own any bras that fit her new bust, and definitely didn’t have time to get more before work, so she was **** to go without. To compound, her work uniform was far too small now, so the shirt stretched around her breasts and rode up high enough to give her a meaningful midriff.

Despite that, nobody seemed to care. None of her coworkers, her manager, the people ordering, commented or even seemed particularly surprised by her appearance. She counted herself lucky that the game’s normalization effect protected her from the consequences here, although it didn’t stop people from having a hard time making eye contact with her.

The second issue was the kissing thing. Every single person who ordered gave her a peck on the lips. Nothing sexual or romantic or anything, but combined with the way she felt on display for the world it was a lot to handle.

As the day wound to a close she considered the implications of nobody commenting on how she dressed. “Does this mean that, to everyone else, I’ve been going without a bra this whole time? Th-that they’ve all seen my nipples poking through like this so many times that it’s mundane now?” She was ashamed to admit it, but the thought excited her.

——-

Sophia was having trouble focusing. She had been hired to work on the logo design of a new coffee place a couple towns over, but could not for the life of her focus on that.

She was always at least a bit of an exhibitionist. You had to be to willingly play a game like this multiple times. But the card had cranked it up to eleven. Once she got the idea of someone seeing her body into her head it just would not leave.

She had to do something. Once she was certain she wasn’t going to get any more work done she opened her laptop’s camera.

It took a few minutes to figure out the angle that worked best with her room’s lighting, but eventually figured out a way to record herself masturbating.

“I’m not going to send it to anyone.” She reassured herself. “But… oh god, what if I did?” Fantasies floated to her mind of sending the video to her closest friends and of them jerking off to her, of “accidentally” sending it to a client, only for them to be overjoyed and request more, of someone leaking the video online, hundreds of thousands of eyes on her. The thought that any random person on the street might have seen her…

She came harder than she ever had before.