10 - Oversharing Earns a Penalty

Alyssa was standing outside the exterior door by a stairwell of the State Northern University Science Building, an emergency exit that had been propped open so long that it ceased to be an emergency exit. A warm, salty breeze blew from the nearby shore as she awkwardly recounted her and Lauren's shared history, their relationships, and their shared sexuality and burgeoning life-partnership. The partnership that had been Alyssa's rock through good times and bad, the constant companionship which had given her strength and courage and comfort and joy.

The friendship which, she had just learned, Lauren had imposed on the world just minutes ago in an impulsive fit of guilt, and which was now just as permanent and certain and unbreakable as it had always felt.

She could live with that. More than that was going to change in her life if she was going to win. She eyed the timer in her phone's notifications bar, counting down the remaining minutes until the turn changed.

The app, which had installed itself on her phone that morning, said "The player with the most points at The End will become The Winner", whatever that implied. (The vagueness, as well as the capitalization, lent the simple phrase an ominous significance that Alyssa's mind couldn't quite shake.) Alyssa definitely meant for that to be her.

But she wouldn't be disappointed if Lauren came out ahead, either. Especially knowing what she knew. Whatever else happened, at least it'd be fun.

Lauren was always special, Alyssa recalled. A gifted athlete in her youth, until her chest started to grow. After that, her other gifts started to matter more. Her hair and her face, which styled themselves to perfection no matter what was done with them, and her huge, perfect chest, which made her the object of extraordinary lust and envy from her peers, gave her confidence, and she had always loved to show off, but she was never vain. She used her gifts for fun and profit, but at her heart she was the same considerate, self-sacrificing, hard-working friend Alyssa had known all her life. Exactly the kind of person, she reflected, who would throw out all caution to beg the inscrutable and suspicious forces behind a magical smartphone game to please, I don't care what changes, just give me my friend back!

She wondered which of Lauren's gifts were the result of her own cheeky little 'bonus command' from earlier in the day, if any. Certainly it was an irresponsible thing to write, having just learned what the app was capable of. But seeing Lauren's tits double to four, and her none the wiser, sparked a fascination she couldn't shake. The conversion of their little slice of the Pacific Northwest into a tropical paradise (which, of course, Alyssa could scarcely believe was new, as she'd been visiting these shores on spring breaks all her life) seemed to be a consequence of that command, at least. She was weighing just when, or if, she should tell her friend about the secret that re-contextualized all of Lauren's commands.

She was explaining what she knew about the bounds of Lauren's own sexuality, and turning over in her head the little she knew about the app's vague rules, when the Penalty came through.

Even with the phone to her ear, she felt the disorienting drop before she heard the buzzer, like she'd stepped on something that couldn't quite take her weight, or tripped on a step she didn't know was there, and came to rest standing on the floor below.

Except, of course, she was standing still, on solid concrete, and though there was a step down to the parking lot, she was still firmly on top of it. Nonetheless, she couldn't shake the feeling of having fallen by about a foot. As she spun around, confused, her eyes were not quite level with the bottom edge of the small window in the exit door, which she swore she had looked through just a minute ago.

It was then that her delayed reaction clued her in to the buzzer-like alert tone from the WorldMaster app.

She gasped as she read and re-read the message on the screen. "Ah! holy shit! Oh wow! Hey, Lori, check your phone!"

"PENALTY ACTIVATED!:

THICC AS THIEVES: LAUREN shared her commands with you. You two sure get along! But WORLDMASTER: Party Edition™ isn't a team game. So now, whenever one of you tells the other what you changed, the one doing the telling is gonna steal something from the other. Plus, you both get a little THICCer each time! To start, LAUREN stole a foot of your height. It gets worse from there, so feel free to keep sharing, if it's worth it. It's still LAUREN's turn."

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Alyssa looked down at herself, turning to catch every angle. Her bust, already respectable D-cups, and her butt and thighs, easily her best features before, filled out her anime t-shirt and baggy jeans a little better than before. She hefted their weight in her hands, and then panicked for a moment before confirming nobody was around to see. She'd gained at least a cup size, maybe two, and the slack in her trousers definitely wasn't hiding the flare of her hips.

Lauren, who had been silent for a moment, exclaimed over the phone. "Oh WOW, Alyssa, I'm sorry. Wow. I'm huge! Are you alright? It says I stole a foot from you! I had no idea! Do you want me to try to, like, give it back?"

"It's alright Lauren," She responded, giggling from the thrill. "I really don't mind. Plus, who knows what the game would do if you tried to undo a penalty."

If she'd lost a foot, Alyssa figured, that made her four foot two now. A certified shortstack, especially with the added breast and ass meat. Which meant Lauren was up to six six. She imagined the view, looking up at her, or sitting in her lap and resting her head back in the soft expanse of her cleavage.

Her daydreaming was interrupted by Lauren, still fretting."But- what if I- You're right but I'm so sorry, is there anything I could do, or-" Alyssa cut her off, playfully. "Seriously. This could be fun. I bet I barely come up to your tits now. Or, well, at least the bottom pair. I wonder how much bigger they got. Maybe you could come by and show me later?"

Lauren was silent for a moment as Alyssa's flirting had its intended effect. Alyssa smiled. In her phone's notes, she added a line to a file called Rules???:

penalty changes dont change memories?? does everyone else think i'm supposed to be super short now??

She looked back at her photos, and found one of her and Lauren, still just a few inches apart in height. probably not??

I took another breath, as Alyssa assured me, one more time, that she really didn't mind that my carelessness had cost her a foot of her height. She wasn't just fine with it, really. She seemed thrilled. She'd been shrunken for the crime of listening to what I had done, and her first instinct was to flirt with me about it.

I was starting to realize that Alyssa was much more suited to this crazy reality-changing game than I was. Maybe worryingly so.

I tried standing up. I could tell, even seated on the bench, that my legs were longer, and the familiar action of rising to my feet gave way to a brief disorientation as my point of view kept going up. I almost tripped, still not accustomed to the open sandals that had replaced my sensible shoes when the weather changed.

The disorientation passed after a moment. The ground was just so far away!

I took a few paces, acclimating to my new, longer stride. The unfamiliar weight of my body reminded me of the other part of the penalty: I'd gotten markedly curvier, too. My ass, which had always been overshadowed by my breasts, seemed to be hurrying to catch up, though it still had a long way to go, and my thighs had gained some thickness, too, to match their increased length. My tits had all grown at least a couple inches, enough that they seemed larger even in comparison to my taller frame. I thought about what Alyssa had said, and how she must have looked now, and imagined looking down on her, pulling her face into my chest with my now-longer arms. I had to sit down again.

"Okay," I said to her after a few moments, "I think I can live with this if you can."

Her voice came back over the phone, as cheerful as ever, "That's what I like to hear! I'll get you back later? See what else we can 'steal'? It's only fair, right?"

Yeah, she was definitely enjoying this a little too much.

"I don't know, Alyssa. I feel like you're a lot more comfortable with this than me right now."

"Suit yourself. But it's gonna be my turn in a few minutes. And I'm not planning on holding back. Anything you want to get in before the buzzer, now's your chance lol."

She actually said 'lol' out loud. Because she knew I thought it was stupid. Tease.

She was right though. My four hours were almost up, and I didn't have an awful lot to show for it. And, who could say what kind of person I'd be when my turn came around again?

I tried to think through I wanted to get done.