Nope...

Amy woke up groggily and took some time to recall what had happened the day before. She wasn't in her apartment, she had stayed at her new friend Paul's place. Her chest was heavier than usual... Right, Paul had grown her boobs last night. She was now aware of the effects of her punishments, but some of them still left her unable to resist her compulsions or recall what was normal. And all of this was because of a magic app on her phone. Fuck! She had to undo this quickly.

As she sat up in bed her large breasts swung from her chest with a disconcerting weight. She glanced over to where Paul had slept beside her and found that he was already gone. He could've at least shrunk her boobs back to normal, but apparently it didn't cross his mind. Sighing, she got up and made her way through Paul's apartment. His kitchen was pretty baren on account of him living alone, so she helped herself to a protein bar and walked out the front door. As she walked back to her own apartment, she opened her phone and reviewed her punishments.

Over-Eager Extrovert was already making her itch to find some more friends she could hang out with. But if she did that, Friends with Benefits would lead to more sex-capades and despite her acceptance of this friendly behavior, she knew she'd probably regret it later if she removed that punishment. There wasn't much she could do about Zero Filter and Socially Challenged. She would just end up getting some strange reactions from people, she figured. Breasts of Friends was already in effect, Objective Taste had yet to rear its head, and May I ___ was unpredictable.

The first thing she did when she entered her apartment was to change clothes from last night. She had neglected to clean up after she and Paul had done it and things had gotten a little messy. She stripped off what she was wearing, carefully holding her chest with her arm, and went to her closet to pick out something to wear. All her clothes were there, totally unchanged, and yet there was something off about them. She pulled out a pair of jeans and looked at them more closely. They were plainer than she remembered them being. Now that she thought about it, the rest of her closet emanated neutrality. Suddenly she realized what had happened. Her subjective sense of fashion had disappeared.

Amy stared at her closet for a minute trying to come up with what to wear. They were all her own clothes, after all. She could just pick something at random and wear that. However, given the capabilities of the app, she worried it might have done more than just take away her personal preference. What if it removed an essential piece of knowledge of how to dress in public? She could try to contact someone she knew for advice, but then it would trigger the second part of her punishment and lock in any answer they gave as objectively correct. Maybe she didn't have to ask a person at all... Once again, she reached for her phone and typed out a Google search for how to build an outfit for a woman in her twenties. At the top of the results was the option for an AI overview to explain the collective viewpoint.

"Mix classic and trendy pieces... Prioritize quality and fit... Don't forget comfort..."

It was all too vague or, in her case, too subjective. She decided to change her wording and try again. Out of frustration she googled, "What to do if I'm overwhelmed by clothes?"

"Step 1: Start small..."

There was a paragraph underneath the heading, but Amy didn't bother to read it. She had found her answer. Small! Of course! It just made sense to her now. She went to her underwear drawer and reached back to pull out a lacy thong she had only worn once before. This would be small enough for now. She pulled them up her legs, barely covering anything from the front or the back. Next she put on a pair of short shorts that she would typically wear with leggings. Leggings were thin, but would she call them small? Not really. Her bras were all too small, even to contain her massive tits, so she grabbed a bikini top that had previously covered her chest modestly. Now though, it squished her boobs together and mostly just kept her nipples from visibly protruding as they would otherwise. Finally, she put on one of her old t-shirts that used to be a baggy fit. With her expanded chest, it too was stretched tightly across her curvaceous frame. The neckline plunged deeply, showing a generous view of her new cleavage.

Amy went to look in the mirror and frowned at what she saw. She knew she wouldn't normally dress like this, but she had done everything right, right? Clothes were supposed to be small. She felt deep down that this was correct, but logically it didn't add up. If this was what she was meant to wear, why did she have all the other items in her closet? The ones that had long sleeves, full coverage, endless fabric, they were all wrong. She couldn't wear those! It had to be her trigger. Did AI count as a person in this case? In the absence of an opinion, it seemed it did. It was starting to drive her crazy, trying to tell what was real and what was implanted. She knew if she followed her gut instinct, it would probably be the compulsion, but if she took something else out to wear, it would feel all wrong as long as she wore it.

After another glance at her reflection, she decided it wasn't worth it to fight it this time. Anything other than tiny articles of clothing was simply incorrect and anyone who thought differently was free to judge her if they wanted. Her need to interact with others was growing and, conveniently, she had a shift today. There were plenty of customers to talk to and her coworkers were the closest she had to friends right now, except Paul. Amy made her way to her car excitedly, but she felt a nagging in the back of her mind like there was something she was forgetting. It would come to her one way or another, she was sure whoever created the app would revel in her humiliating revelation at some point.

Speaking of which, she checked the health bar and found that it was fully charged, so she could try to win and remove a punishment. The app sprang to life with a shower of confetti and a new message.

"Welcome back to Gem Ladies! We noticed that you haven't won a round yet. The more you lose, the harsher the punishments may get, so try to do better next time!"

The information wasn't all that helpful, maybe even a little mocking. It was enough to motivate her to try her best this round. Unfortunately, it still wasn't enough to win. Each time she collected a series of points, she found there were more blocks to match and clear. She was starting to suspect, it was unwinnable. As the round ended she was given another choice to select before she continued on with her day.

Dictionary Deletion - Periodically, the player will permanently forget the meaning of words in her vocabulary. When applicable, this will also erase the concept of the word that is removed.

Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me! - Anyone who encounters the player will be compelled to feel, grope, or caress her. The player will welcome any and all touching of her body.

Recharge my Battery - The player will become lethargic throughout the day the longer she goes without sex. In order to recharge her energy she'll have to have sex at least once a day or remain tired and sluggish.

"Shit!"

She considered her options carefully. At least now she knew the consequences of choosing poorly. She would be sure to answer before the timer ran out and gave her three new changes.