Don't spend too much

Arthur poured over his list of relevant choices for Bridget as fast as possible, before the golden opportunity passed. As much as getting a personal scrub down from his hot friend appealed to him, the idea of adding sexy quirks to a bunch of women around town appealed to him much more. for now, though, he had a target. He finally spied a purchase that would be cheap and still lead to some fun: Treats bathroom as public space-15 gems. Arthur assumed this would let him follow his roommate into the bathroom without complaint, and, inspired by the late night visit from the succubus, he confidently continued under that assumption. He crossed the long hallway and grabbed the doorknob. He could see steam seeping subtly around the wood, and a testing turn proved Bridget had left the door unlocked. Taking a second to check the app and confirm all awareness was set to off, he pushed the door open and entered. The air was thick with humidity, and Arthur immediately felt uncomfortably hot, still in last night's jeans and jacket. "Bridget?" He called out. What little remaining logic he still had prepared him for her shocked scream to pierce his eardrums and scare him back to his room.

"Oh, Arthur. Glad you came in." Bridget's dripping face peaked around the shower curtain. Her black hair hung damply on her shoulders as she blinked away dripping water. Her gaze at him was calm and a little embarrassed. "So, about last night," she began, retreating back behind the curtain to continue her cleaning as well as to hide her blushing cheeks. Arthur awkwardly sat on the toilet lid, letting Bridget control the pace of the conversation and hopefully reveal the unknown boundaries of his most recent purchase, before he has a chance to overstep them again. The showering beauty continued her monologue. "I want to apologize for how embarrassing I was." her feelings of guilt were obvious in the slight quiver to her voice and the shrinking silhouette hugging itself behind the curtain. "I don't know how I got so drunk. I can hardly remember what happened." she confessed to the room. "I just remember the awkward ride home, feeling horrible. I didn't ruin the evening did I?" Arthur could see her head turn in his direction, trying to read his body language the same way he was. He tried to not look like he was staring a hole through the curtain as he responded.

"No of course not!" Arthur reassured his nervous roommate. Her posture softened at his words, and she finally relaxed her cringing shoulders and audibly sighed. She jokingly mimed wiping sweat from her brow, eliciting an unseen smile from her friend. Arthur also relaxed a little, eased by the direction this conversation took. He was fully expecting to be the apologetic one when he let himself in. The team behind the app gave him the perfect opportunity to fix his horny mistake. "Actually we had a pretty great time." Arthur started regaling her with the fabricated events of the night. Bridget returned to her shower as he spoke. "Donna and Justin left early, probably for some alone time." His gossip earned a chuckle from Bridget as he continued his story, happy to be talking candidly with his friend again. "You did get quite drunk though. We weren't talking on the ride home because I honestly wasn't sure if you could at that point. Sorry it felt awkward to you."

"No no no, it's totally fine!" Bridget hastily assured him. "I guess I didn't hydrate enough before we drank." The two shared a chuckle until only the pounding water accompanied their silence. Arthur didn't want to leave just yet, but talking to someone while they showered didn't feel as natural as the app made it for everyone else. He pulled out his phone. Maybe another purchase would dovetail nicely with his situation, or he might find one that would lead to more fun in the future. He didn't notice the water had pittered to a stop until Bridget spoke up again. "Hey can you hand me that towel?" the dripping woman asked with a gesture to the counter top where is laid. Arthur's gaze didn't follow the slender finger, instead locking on to the gorgeous, nude figure casually displaying herself behind the open curtain. Her free hand ran through her dangling, raven tresses, shaking out the extra moisture trapped within before using both hands to wring more out. She tossed long mane fall back over her shoulders, leaving her bare front completely exposed to her perving roommate. Obviously, she had no idea that this was the case, indicated by her impatient shoulder rolls. Arthur grabbed the towel blindly and offered it forward before he took too long responding, his eyes fixed on how each drop of her shoulders bounced their way through her perky chest. He watched a pair of droplets hang from each nipple, mentally betting on which would jump first. She took the fluffy towel from him and wrapped it around her curvy frame, ending his peep show. She padded her way over to a second towel, piling her long hair within as she wrapped the smaller towel around her head. "glad we got all that sorted out." Bridget smiled broadly at Arthur, a complete 180 from last night. Arthur could only smile back as he continued to trace her curves through the thick fabric. "And don't think I forgot about that app." She spoke as she exited the bathroom, the relatively colder apartment air sent an instinctive shiver through her. Arthur imagined her puffy nipples lengthening in response while he listened to her damp, bare feet slap across the hardwood floor back to her room.

Arthur stayed seated on the porcelain chair for a few moments more, letting his erection recede before returning to the rest of the apartment. His phone had been hanging limply in his hand since he pulled it out, but he finally refocused on it now that he was alone. He was happy to have his partner in crime again, silently thanking Trixie and the rest of the dev team for this great gift. Despite having Bridget's page open when he first brought his phone out, but he was surprised to see Donna's virtual form posed blankly in anticipation. It was dressed in a simple pair of shorts and a snug tank top, which now had the task of fitting a much larger bust than usual beneath it. She had gone from nothing to what Arthur guessed was a B cup, but her wardrobe did not get the same size adjustment. There was a knock at the door, and Arthur surmised is must be Donna, hence why she was automatically chosen by the app due to proximity. He quickly made sure he was decent before opening the door to confirm his suspicions.

"Oh! Good morning, Arthur..." Donna blushed, avoiding eye contact. Arthur took this opportunity to examine her enhanced chest in-person. The two purchases he had made for her worked together perfectly; her larger bust poured lewdly out of her wrong-sized top, popping out of the usually modest neckline as well as bulging around the thin shoulder straps. As she fully came into his view in the door frame, he took in the pale expanse of flesh jiggling below him. Donna was a petite girl naturally, so her upgraded boobs already looked massive compared to yesterday's. They looked absolutely erotic once her body realized she was being observed and thrust the bouncing mounds ever higher. She peeped in embarrassment as she felt her torso bend and jut forward directly at her roommate, but her attempt at modesty led to her hands instead tugging her hemline, tautly presenting more cleavage and risking a view of areola. Her only other option was to release the garment, causing the pervy display to bounce back into perky position. Arthur finally made eye contact with her crimson face, and he tried his hardest to not show any reaction. Donna bit her lip and huffed some stray hair off her forehead.

When Donna's self-exploration had begun, during the years she blossomed into a young lady, she was happy that, despite her lack of natural charms, the small bumps on her chest were capped off with deliciously tender nipples. Her past lovers enjoyed making the petite girl squeal and moan with just two pinching fingers. Now, every bouncy motion threatened to generate the same noisy responses in public. She kept remembering the embarrassing situation at the bar, how horny she had sounded and how slutty she moved, yet no one had batted an eye. She had spent the drive home with her legs clamped shut, fists pressing into her flattened thighs. Her boyfriend's car was an older model, and the chassis' vibrations seemed centralized in her sensitive tits, and the occasional pothole almost shook out an aroused sound. Her stiff nipples were obvious against her thin top, but her **** attempts to cover herself never seemed to work. That wasn't even mentioning how she had watched her small chest balloon to what seemed like cartoon proportions from her point of view. She hadn't gotten that drunk before Bridget and Arthur had arrived, so this had to be some sort of mental breakdown caused by stress. She resigned herself to the shaking ride home, made all the faster by the horniness of the driver, and hoped that whatever was causing this hallucination would be gone in the morning.

Arthur enjoyed watching his short roommate struggle with her top and the globes within. She finally settled on her arms resting by her sides, hands clasped anxiously in front of her crotch. She didn't seem to realize that this squished her tits between her straightened forearms, increasing the deep line between the breasts. She blinked at him shyly behind her glasses, waiting for his response. He shook his mind clear of dozens of fantasies that the bustier Donna had been starring in. He had been barricading the bathroom from her this whole time and meekly stepped to the side to let her enter. She smiled and scooted her way past him, feeling her torso twist towards Arthur, rather than away in order to give him the maximum staring time possible. As Arthur started exiting the bathroom, he realized this was another opportunity to use the app on Donna now, while they had some privacy. He could also hear Bridget enjoying some music in her room, if he wanted to use the app on her. At the end of the hall was the front door, beckoning him to a literal world filled with customizable Girls.