Bonus Gems

As Lexie walks back into Pietro’s, I pump my first in excitement. This is going to be an awesome shift. I check my phone once more before heading inside and see I have a notification from Custom Girls. I open the app and am greeted with a message pop-up.

“Hey kid, love your style. Dominants always have a lot of fun with this app, as you can imagine. To celebrate your 4th Custom Girl, the team and I have elected to give you 10 bonus gems! We also are excited to announce that with your 4th Girl, you have unlocked achievements! Achievements can either be tailored to your Custom Girls or can be more broad. Once you complete the requirements for an achievement, you can claim some more gems! Oh, and I hope you enjoy the animation that goes off when you claim gems from an achievement, that was my doing! :3

-Mary”

Holy shit, an extra 10 gems? Plus I can unlock more? I might not leave work today at a deficit! I scroll through the app to find the achievements list, and there are dozens upon dozens of unlocks.

Embarrass a Custom Girl Using the Awareness Settings (+1 Gem - Claim!)

Make Everyone but the Custom Girl Aware of Her Actions (+1 Gem - Progress = 0/1)

Use a Command from Every Tab (+10 Gems - Progress = 4/9)

See a Custom Girl Naked with Commands (+9 Gems - Progress = 0/1)

Take 5 of Vanessa’s Bras (+5 Gems - Progress = 1/5)

Expand or Shrink a Custom Girl’s Breasts (+3 Gems - Progress = 0/1)

Make Lexie Cry (+5 Gems - Progress = 0/1)

Wow. As I scroll through the list of achievements, it seems bottomless. If I play my cards right, I should have a pretty consistent supply of gems. Right now though, I just want to mess around a bit longer. With my first achievement claimed, I have 11 gems. Vanessa is working today, and I’m excited to see her gorgeous tits again, and maybe invest some gems into her chest.

I pull up Vanessa on Custom Girls. I decide to make her aware of what’s going on for everything I do to her, but no one else, for now. She hates how big her boobs are, and resents her parents for not letting her get a reduction, so anything I do to mess with her tits will make her squirm quite a bit. I’m still high off of making Lexie question herself, and I want to go further with Vanessa.

I buy a few options and look over the list of commands I have for Vanessa.

Summon CG if they are within Walking Distance (Hotkey)

Gives You Her Bra (Breasts)

Grows One Cup Size (5 Gems Each) (Breasts)

Buttons Undo Themselves Periodically (2 Gems) (Breasts)

Cannot Redo Buttons (4 Gems) (Breasts)

Perfect. These commands sync up with each other perfectly, and I cannot wait to see the results.

I walk into work and clock in. Pretty average day, and I don’t want to rush things. But every so often, about every 30 minutes or so, I see that another one of Vanessa’s shirt buttons has come undone. It started with just the top button, and then a while later, the next. After a third she was showing just the faintest hint of cleavage. As her chest became more and more visible, I could see the visible frustration on her face. She kept undoing the buttons but it was as though she had no control over herself, which, to be fair, was an accurate assessment of her situation. I would often sneak glances to at her in the back, lifting her hand towards her chest and then putting it back at resting position. She’d try it several times in a row before getting frustrated and stopping, the embarrassment on her face becoming more and more apparent.

Eventually a 4th button gets undone. Vanessa’s cleavage became more visible and by the 5th, I can see her bra. That is when I activate the breast growth command.

Vanessa was big. Very big. She burst out of any top she wore, but often wore unrevealing clothes in an attempt to hide her massive udders. I follow her on instagram, and whenever she posts, it is as though she tries her best to hide them from the world. I don’t know much about cup sizes, specifically hers, but I know that they’re *big*. So when I activate the command, I almost fainted.

Vanessa’s breasts started almost pulsating, getting not only bigger but more pronounced in her unbuttoning blouse. Her bra obviously no longer fit, and her tit-flesh was pouring out over the top, with the smallest hint of an areola peaking on her right breast.

Vanessa, aware of this, started visibly panicking. I imagine with such large tits, there were days that her breasts seemed to be ever so slightly bigger than the night before, but this was so much more than your run of the mill subtle growth over time. In a matter of seconds, she had grown a substantial amount, and she could tell, perhaps physically but definitely visually. She looked down into her ever increasing canyon and seemed to be on the verge of tears.

Maybe I should stop. Don’t get me wrong, I love the view, but she seems to be in a lot of distress. I go to disable the growth command, or at least turn on her ability to redo buttons.

Following to the command page, I scroll through my purchased options. Right when I find the commands I want to disable, I notice pressing them has no affect. There doesnt seem to be an option to disable commands. Fuck. Just then, a text from Mary appears on the top of my phone.

“Dude, you can’t disable commands. We’re succubi, we want the events in your life to be as sexually charged as possible; what good would disabling commands be in that instant. You can always replace commands with new ones, but you can’t disable already existing ones”.

Well, there goes that plan. It also throws a loop into what I was planning with Dani later this week. Shit. I can’t even replace Vanessa’s existing commands because I spent all of my gems. Vanessa, while I was looking over my phone, seems to have run to the bathroom, presumably to try and fix all of this. However, she’s next up to take a delivery, so she can’t hide in there forever. Our coworkers aren’t aware of what’s going on so they’re not going to be sympathetic to her plight.

Minutes later, Vanessa comes out of the bathroom and I am in shock from what I see. All of Vanessa’s shirt buttons are undone. I have a clear view of her midriff, her bra, and her engorged tits. Holy fuck. She must have tried to take the whole shirt off and put it back on, but was rendered unable to redo any buttons once they were undone. Vanessa walks to me, trying her best to hold herself together. Without saying a word, she takes the pizza I have ready for her to deliver, puts it in a pizza hot-bag, and moves out to her car, breasts on display for everyone to see, but only for me to be able to grasp the absurdity of the situation.