Lunch and App Discussion

You step out of your bedroom, the Office Tease outfit clinging to your newly enhanced curves like a second skin. The black pencil skirt hugs your plumped bottom so tightly it creates a mesmerizing sway with each step, while the semi-transparent white button-down strains across your chest. As you walk down the hallway, you feel one of the buttons subtly loosen—just as the app had promised, always one fastening away from exposure.

David is arranging takeout containers on the coffee table when he looks up. His eyes widen momentarily, gaze sweeping from your face down to your dramatically curvier hips and back up again. He quickly tries to compose himself, but not before you catch the flash of hunger in his expression.

"I, uh, got Thai," he says, voice slightly deeper than normal. "Thought you might be hungry after... your night."

The way he emphasizes those last words carries a weight of unasked questions. You settle onto the couch, conscious of how the skirt rides up your thighs as you sit. The third button of your shirt—the one positioned precisely between your breasts—slips halfway through its hole without you touching it.

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"Thanks," you reply, reaching for a container of Pad Thai. "I am starving, actually."

David sits opposite you, maintaining a careful distance. "So," he begins, clearing his throat, "we need to talk about what's happening. You've changed again, haven't you? Your... proportions are different from yesterday."

You nod, taking a bite of noodles to buy yourself time. "The app has this wheel thing. I spun it outside the building."

"Jesus," David mutters, running a hand through his hair. "This is insane. I've been researching all morning—transformation myths, gender swap stories, even contacted a friend who works in app development. Nothing makes sense."

As you lean forward to grab a napkin, you feel the warmth of your body heat causing the shirt's fabric to become incrementally more transparent. David's eyes flick to your chest before he forces them back to your face, his cheeks coloring slightly.

"What's your plan?" he asks, his voice strained with effort to stay focused. "Are you just... accepting this now? Going home with Clara, buying sexy secretary outfits?"

The accusation in his tone is unmistakable. You shift in your seat, the movement causing another button to loosen dangerously.

"I'm working on getting back to normal," you explain, gesturing with your fork. "The app has this points system. I need to earn a hundred Return Points to change back."

David leans forward, eyes lighting with interest. "How many do you have?"

"Twenty-five so far."

"So you're a quarter of the way there," he says, calculating. "That's... something, at least." He pauses, studying you. "How exactly do you earn these points?"

You feel heat rising to your cheeks. "Daily tasks. Four categories."

"What kind of tasks?" His tone is casual, but his eyes are intense.

Before you can answer, your shirt betrays you—the critical third button finally gives up and pops open, revealing the lacy edge of your bra and a generous portion of cleavage. The fabric parts like curtains, framing your enhanced chest perfectly.

David's sentence dies in his throat, his eyes fixed on the newly exposed skin. You fumble to rebutton it, fingers suddenly clumsy.

"Sorry," you mutter, feeling your face flame. "This stupid shirt..."

"Don't be," David says automatically, then catches himself. "I mean—it's fine. Not your fault."

The air between you crackles with tension as you finally secure the button. David clears his throat again, visibly trying to reset the conversation.

"So these tasks," he continues, voice slightly rougher than before. "What are they making you do?"

15:00 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Living room, Putney flat

All daily tasks completed!

Return Points: 25/100

Babe Bucks: 10