Twist the intention of the bonus game on a technicality

People mentioned so far:

Me. Dawn, 18, the birthday girl. Thanks to a rule I recently removed, I'm now permanently stuck with fully natural H cup breasts on my otherwise slim figure.

Brother. Steven, 19, home from uni for the holidays. He acted more shocked than I expected when I ran into his room naked, as part of a Custom Girls bonus task. You'd have thought I tried to touch him sexually or something.

Father. Vicar, soft and weak. Can barely be called a man. Not going to validate his existence by saying his name.

Mother. Housewife, somehow manages to be both sickeningly kind and yet constantly ruining my life. Similarly not worth naming.

Gem Ladies Status:

93.5% nasty, so I require 9350 points to win. Having won once already I'm now on level 2, where I currently seem able to score somewhere near 1000 points per minute.

I have 15 seconds left in my fifth game, having only scored 4000 points so far. It's paused during the bonus round which lets me earn more time.

As far as I can tell, my current rules are:

If I try to conceal any part of my legs with any clothing other than the shortest of skirts, it feels like the clothing is on fire.

I can't help but carry around a large handbag filled to the brim with vibrating toys, lewdly wrapped condoms, and other outrageous items.

I have a mystery rule set to 'unaware', which probably means that I will be unaware that some new behaviour I'm doing is new and not normal or socially appropriate. I need to return to 90% nasty to get awareness turned on.

Timer bonus:
Put the butt plug inside and turn it on. Game restarts when it comes out. 1 bonus second per minute kept inside.

A lightbulb appears above my head as I have a moment of ingenuity. Nowhere in this rule does it stipulate that the plug must go in my butthole. Surely then, I'll be much more able to wear the plug in my pussy long-term than my asshole, which has never had any toy in it before, ever.

I test my theory by pushing the butt plug inside my honeypot and turning it on. As it begins to whir away, a timer appears on the screen, counting up the seconds. The bonus round has begun!

Dawn, you are such a genius. I think to myself as I pull a new pair of black panties up my legs, to help it stay nice and snug inside me, muffle the noise, and prevent it from falling out.

My goal for the evening party is clear: Keep the toy inside for as long as possible, while being as nice to people as possible, to further reduce the points I need to win. All I have to do is win this next round and I'll be done with this nightmare of an app forever.

My friends will start arriving soon, so I start finishing getting ready, fixing my make up and tidying up the small mess I made in the room.

Within a few minutes, I start to notice a serioius problem. The vibrating butt plug feels really, really, really good.

If I had put it in my ass, it would definitely be much more uncomfortable, but I hadn't considered that there were negatives about using my pussy. The truth is, I'm not confident I'm going to be able to endure this level of pleasurable stimulation without orgasming. And even if I don't orgasm, I'm going to be terribly horny for most of the evening. Which means my judgement will be impaired, and my nipples will spend a lot of time hard as a rock and poking through my...

Hey, wait! I'm allowed to change into a less slutty top half now!

I had almost forgotten that the only reason I was wearing a tight vest top with no bra was because of a previous Bonus Round. I was about to go downstairs and socialise with all my friends in a much more slutty getup than I needed to, and without being **** to by anything. How tragic would that have been!

Proud of myself for remembering before I left my bedroom, I try changing into a long-sleeved sweater that covers everything and does well to hide the curves of my new massive chest. But... it just looks wrong! It doesn't go with the super short skirt and party heels. It just looks really, really dumb. And as much as I wouldn't admit it out loud, I'd rather look a bit more slutty than a lot more dumb.

I settle for the white long-sleeved top and bra that I was wearing this morning before the app encouraged me to change. My appearance definitely isn't modest, but it's not as debasing as this afternoon's pornstar-level outfit. The contours of my new hooters are just too volumnous to be hidden much by the fabric, but it's still better than having lots of cleavage on display.

And now, it's time to go party. Swinging my handbag full of hooker's gear over my shoulder, I head downstairs.

"I, um, I like your outfit." Aaron was in my Latin class before school ended. He used to sit next to me and copy my work. I didn't really like that he did that, but I also didn't stop him. There was something somewhat nice about feeling like I was better than him, and that he owed me. If it wasn't for the rapport he thinks we have from our time sat next to each other in class, there's no way he would have the courage to speak to me like this. I'm way out of his league.

"You look really sexy." He offers.

Ugh, what a weak line. Uninventive, and also too forward. But, I have Nice Points to earn.

"Aww, how sweet! Thank you Aaron. I think you look great too." I beam him a sweet smile and give him a kiss on the cheek for good measure.

He turns bright red. Hmm, I probably went too far there. He's going to be convinced he has a chance to get with me now. Getting the balance right between being 'nice' and not just acting like a total slut is hard.

Out the corner of my eye, I spot Megan, a girl I've never been particularly close to, glancing at me with an expression of poorly concealed disapproval. I don't really blame her - I'd probably have the same look on my face if I saw one of the other girls in my class acting so easy-to-get.

The whole thing is made even worse by how freaking turned on I am. It's making it too easy to forget not to act like a provactive flirt. Nobody has their head switched on properly when they're horny, and unfortunately I'm no exception. Still, this is much better than being groped by a bunch of old men.

The party is in full swing now, and after countless somewhat humiliating greetings from all of my schoolmates, I'm managing to find snippets of time to myself before someone else comes over to talk to me or wish me well, or compliment me on the great party or sexy outfit. In one of these brief reprieves, I hug a wall just outside the living room and can overhear Steve and Rob talking about me in not-hushed-enough tones.

"Damn, I didn't know Dawn could look so hot." Steve says. "She always wears such boring stuff at school. And her dad's a vicar, you know! I wander what he thinks about his daughter waltzing around in a skirt that short."

"Yeah bro, I've somehow never noticed those massive jugs of hers properly. I've been busting my nuts while thinking about the wrong chicks! She's a total bombshell!" Rob responds.

The thought of Rob masturbating whilst thinking of me fills me with disgust. I shiver and walk away from the living room, towards the bottom of the stairs. I'm half-tempted to go and hide in my bedroom again, but I can't afford the Nasty Points that would get me.

That reminds me - I should check my phone to see what points I've earned so far. I sit on the bottom step and fish my phone out of my bag. Several notifications greet me, each awarding me small amounts of nice points. Having spent a lot of effort being plesant to the people who spoke to me, I am now at 90.8% Nasty, not too far off the 90% I need to gain awareness on my mystery rule.

My pussy pulses as I continue to reach new heights of pleasure under my skirt. Sitting down seems to make the vibrations even more intense. I begin to feel light-headed.

Oh, shit, I think I'm gonna cum.

"Is that a porn magazine?!" A mousy boy called Shawn has just opened the door to the downstairs toilet, having finished doing his business. He can see straight into my open bag, where the extremely explicit cover of Double Penetration Divas, August Issue is taking up most of the space. And he asked that question much too loud. Shit. People will come and check see who's been caught with porn. That can't happen to me!

Panicking, and hardly able to think thanks to my impending orgasm, I shove him back into the bathroom, following him in, and locking the door behind us. I put a hand to his mouth.

Nasty points. I don't want nasty points. Gotta make this kind and submssive.

"Please." I beg. "Quiet." I remove my hand from his mouth.

He stays silent as requested, but his eyes and mouth go wide as the fast movement into the bathroom has laid even more of my handbag's contents bare. He can now see at least two sex toys, and a condom in a wrapper that says "SLUT'S BEST FRIEND" on the front.

"It's hard to explain." I begin, with a whisper. "But please, I need to keep all this a secret."

The downstairs WC is very small, so we're pressed up against each other in here. I can feel him breathing hard.

"I can keep a secret." He whispers. It's clear he's **** to know more, though.

At that moment, I can't hold it back any more, and I orgasm. I half-collapse into his chest, shaking and gently moaning with pleasure.

"Are you... are you orgasming?!" He whispers. "Do you have a toy inside you or something?"

Well, this is annother opportunity to earn Nice Points, I guess?

I nod, meekly, as I continue to ride the climax of the vibrating butt plug in my pussy. My vaginal muscles keep constricting around it, making me feel its full girth, and reminding me how open it's keeping me, which just serves to continually fan the flame inside me, making my orgasm last for longer than it would have otherwise.

Shawn tests his luck and puts his hands around my back, hugging me gently as my orgasm begins to ebb and subside. Normally I would be able to think completely straight after this, but the vibrations don't stop, so the sexual haze doesn't properly lift. Instead, my body just wants more. I can't bring myself to pull away from him. In fact, his hug feels really, really nice. This random body in my school year, who I haven't even thought about twice in the last year, is making me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. This is mad!

"You don't have to explain if you don't want to, but I promise I can keep the secret." He offers.

I don't know if it's the arousal or the fact that I genuinely believe him, but I kind of want to tell him. Maybe he'll help me. And I'll probably earn some Nice Points for my troubles in the meantime.

"Okay, look..." I whisper. "It might be hard to believe, but I'm actually-" being controlled by a magic phone app! Is what I want to say. But the words are caught in my throat. I had momentarily forgotten that the magic is preventing me from sharing the truth about my situation.

But Shawn, is just nodding, as if he completely understands.

"Me too." He begins. "I think it's just hormones at this age. I can't help but jack it like 4 times a day. You're not alone, we're all obsessed with sex. What we're doing isn't wrong."

"I'm not...!" I begin to deny it but then stop myself. I really, really need these Nice Points if I'm going to be free of this app after tonight.

"Okay, you're right. I'm addicted to sex. I've got a vibrator in my pussy because I'm just such a **** nympho at the moment that I can't bear to go more than an hour without an orgasm. And I'm wearing such a short skirt and have such naughty items in my bag because I love the thrill of maybe getting caught. And well done, you caught me, and you saw me orgasm, and now we're in the toilet together like this."

I think for a moment of what I should say next, and then decide on "I'm glad it was you."

All lies, but making him feel happy and wanted will hopefully get me below 90%. I need to find out what this mystery rule is as soon as possible, before I do something stupid.

I look up at him from my position on my knees and give him a cheeky wink, before returning to sucking his dick.

Wait... SUCKING HIS DICK?!?!?!?!

I'm sucking Shawn's dick. Right now. His PENIS is in my mouth.

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Until just a split second ago, it had seemed like the most natural thing in the world. I noticed his erection, so I got on my knees and got to work making him cum in the most convenient way possible. But... this isn't normal or natural at all. This is wrong!

I pull my head back, removing his rock hard manhood from between my lips with an audible pop, and then move to stand back up. But my legs never move. Instead, my mind wanders for a moment and I find myself unthinkingly returning to performing the blowjob.

What? Nooo!

As much as I hate it, the situation is clear: I can't control my own body properly. Just like with the handbag, this is another mental manipulation, where my conscious brain momentarily slips away for just long enough to make me do something without thinking that I didn't want to do, until I submit to the app's will and do it myself. Just because I've earned awareness over my newest rule, doesn't mean I can choose not to follow it.

Wrinkling my nose with dismay, I allow my face to continue to service this loser's cock. What other choice do I have?

"Can I... can you show me your tits?" Shawn begs.