He wasn't paying much attention

AN: Here's a list of current punishments, so the reader's sake as much as the author's:

Synergy: Bimbo

Cheerleader outfit Lvl 2
Dancing Queen
Act the Part
Inked
Cold Front
Goldilocks
Yes (wo)Man
Entitled
Giggle fits
Old Faithful
French Introduction

"Oops. Sorry, sweetheart. I was never good at these games." He shrugged, depositing her phone back in her cleavage, oblivious to any sort of punishment choice offered on screen. Moana pouted around the cock violating her mouth. She really wanted to win that game, but why exactly? All she could think about right now were the wonderful dicks ready to burst for her. She felt a pulsing vibration emanate from her bust, growing stronger with each ignored buzz. 'Of course', Moana remembered. She needed to choose a punishment quickly, but that would mean not stroking these needy wienies. As her body continued to **** her with pleasing stimulus, she felt another sticky, sweet spill cover her thighs, aching from her lowered stance. After the final tit shaking vibration finished, a foreboding bell chimed, indicating a triple punishment. A few things happened in rapid succession.

As Moany tried to prioritize her phone over penis, she giggled at the sudden pressure bubbling within her chest. With each pumping arm shaking her cans, pleasurable **** built up behind her perky nipples. Her skin felt tighter, like a bursting balloon, until the pressure started exceeding the physical limits of her breasts. Looking past the rod splitting her face, Moany saw her udders seeming to rise and stick out farther than even her most obnoxious back arching would allow. When the pressure finally subsided, her tits fell back to gravity and bounced with unfamiliar weight. This **** her torso forward, burying Devin fully in her drooling mouth. Her eyes crossed in lewd surprise when this sheathing was matched by a new stabbing into her dewy nether lips. Each thrust down her throat was synced with a partner thrust into her pussy, and the cum that soon flowed into her stomach caused an orgasm of her own. Her walls clamped around an intangible cock while the real one twitched into her mouth. The sound of Moany gargling and giggling with a mouthful of sperm pushed the rest of the boys to the edge. When Moany pulled her panting mouth off the dried cock, her shocked O-face was blasted by four fountains of spunk. The men were incredibly accurate, and every drop landed on her exposed face, neck, cleavage, and tongue which the bimbo eagerly made a target. Moany felt her brain melt from the pleasure of being used, and she could only slump against the wall behind her with a blissful smile.

"That was great, darling. Hopefully we'll see you around some time." The five gentlemen hid away their satisfied snakes and returned to anonymity in the crowd. Moany licked stray cum off her finger tips, satisfied with the job well done. She was halfway through scooping her chest clean of delicious man goo when she finally came down from her foggy joy. She had ignored the app! Her delicate fingers fished through her cleavage, trying to ignore how much more jiggling fat she had for hunks to play with. Her long nails daintily pulled out her phone with a sticky pop, and she read the screen while her free hand played with the loads on her bust. She idly sucked her cum-covered finger while she read. "Sorry your fun had to end, but these will help!" The curses she had received were:

Cups Runneth Over
As Above, So Below
People are Starving

She had seen the effects of the first punishment; her chest had ballooned past her natural dimensions, though she could only tell because she had carried them since puberty; they hung heavy and full like a natural pair. She had felt the effects of the second punishment, remembering how her body had been invaded on two fronts in perfect time. She just had to figure out what the last one meant. She braced herself against the wall as she slowly rose to her feet. Her thighs squelched with each shaky step. Her naughty juices ran all the way down her toned legs, tickling between her strapped heels. Moany smacked her lips in satisfaction at the snack she was eating while she tried to think. It wasn't until after a fifth finger full of salty goodness that she realized that she was savoring semen. She felt her stomach contents rise at the thought of what she had already consumed, but her greedy fingers refused to stop scooping warm globs off of her chest and around her cheeks to deposit onto her tongue. Her attempts to voice disgust spilled into satisfied giggles with each shot of spunk she threw back, until she was finally spotless.

Now that Moany was no longer influenced by the sexual allure of men and their cocks, she was able to stifle her bimbo side enough to focus on the app again. After stuffing her increased ta-tas back in her snug top, she returned to the public space, afraid that another opportunistic male might find her in the alley. She opened her curses tab to see the exact description of her recent additions to better prevent them in the future. The final punishment now made sense, reading "Will consume all semen offered to her." She knew she had tried to spit out the first cumshot, but her instincts had been too subdued by her bimbo at the time. Moany focused her breathing, partly to calm down, and partly because the added baggage on her shoulders tired her out more. She kept her eyes peeled for another clothing store to replace her underboob flashing top, until she felt another rumbling buzz in her cleavage, where she ditzily kept storing her cell phone.