If You Got It, Flaunt It(Rebecca)

Steeling herself, Melanie awaited a high quality response from her long known friend for this sexual harassment. Although it took everything not to burst into a blaze of rage and dispose of this molester, there had to be an explanation. The sheer confidence required for a power move like that—she knew that her flustered friend lacked the sort of brass balls.

The harassment had to end, however. Grabbing the wrist, Melanie wrestled the perverted hand upwards. As if the holy grail was in sight, the hand struggled—attempting to squirm and maneuver underneath to paradise. Unfortunately for perversion, both of Melanie’s hands were free. Against reinforcements the molester fingers spasmed as they were dragged further and farther away from their goals, eventually going limp in defeat. With the threat locked, the displeased friend turned back her attention towards the flustered owner.

Noticing the game finished, Melanie first saw the cartoonish avatar on the results screen. Despite the cutesy aesthetic, it was unnervingly similar to her awkward friend. From the same style blonde hair, to the perky C-cups covered by her zipper hoodie. Eye colour, sweatpants, lip size; it looked kind of like an anime version of the real thing. Without the suspicion, she'd be marveling at the level of detail the customization allowed. Right below, Melanie questioned the odd name choices of the ‘punishments’. Going further, she found it odd how trivia games even had consequences for losing. What could 'bursting out' effect when the game mechanics are so simplistic?

Watching Rebecca dimly tap the third option, Melanie witnessed the screen transition; putting the avatar center frame, surrounded by confetti. The avatar rolled her hips side to side and puffed out her chest—hands reaching high into the sky. Chin pointed downwards, the avatar gave the screen bedroom eyes as her expression turned into a sultry pout. Lowering her hands, they took rest on top of her swaying chest. Outlining the college hoodie’s breast bump, the hands lingered. Turning around, her average backside was given center stage. While wiggling her ass, The avatar's two hands swept back, cupping the underside of her bum. Circling the cheek, one hand sent a spank smack dab in the middle.

Rebecca slowly started to try and move away from her best friend, taking her wrist back. Distance seemed to be the best solution, so she scooched straight into the armrest, not noticing that there wasn’t much distance left. Glancing at the Asian roommate’s glare, there was a sudden realization about the timeline of events that sent her chin downwards: After groping Melanie, she then proceeded to play a game that had lewd animations as rewards.

While she knew her friend understood that there were needs that had to be met, degeneracy of this level is probably going to result in a broken relationship. Adjusting down her sweatpants, she left them just underneath her panties. ‘What reasoning is even the right one? Am I going crazy?’

Lifting her hoodie over her head, Rebecca tossed it to side, only then noticing what she was doing. ‘WHAT THE FUCK?!’ Leaving her C-cups covered by her tank top undershirt, her fingers slid the straps downwards as her shoulders relaxed back. She could only feel judgement as her chest puffed out.

“So, for your sake: I will give you two ways I can take this.” Grabbing Rebecca’s scattered attention, Melanie’s statement sent a cold shiver far worse than taking her clothes off could ever feel.

“Door Number 1: You finally snapped and gave into your base desires. I can no longer treat you as a friend and will get you the help you deserve.” While a nightmare scenario, Rebecca partially agreed with getting psychiatric aid. Giving a nod, Melanie continued.

“Door Number 2: Someone found extremely valuable **** against you and is forcing you to do these debased things listed in the game. I will go to the police and report this. You will accept that any **** will get reported. Please pick the right one.”

Door number 2 held something close to the truth Rebecca was searching for. “Handsy Handfuls”, “If you got it, flaunt it” both seemed possible answers to why she was acting this way, however there was no ****. Putting the choices on pause, Rebecca took another look at the main menu. Choosing Dares, the screen brought up cards containing “Dares”. Inside each card laid an effect, duration and reward/punishment. Some were greyed out, leaving Rebecca with the choices below:

Temp-Punishment: Borrow a random punishment from another player until the next three rounds. Reward: 15,000 points.

Challenge: Requires player to wear tight clothing for two rounds. Failure to do so results in breast and bum growth until requirement is satisfied. Reward: 10,000 points

Temp-Punishment: Player lubricates to the point of drip-age every time she’s aroused for three rounds. Reward: 10,000 points.

Challenge: Player kisses every person she meets for four rounds. Failure to do so results in lip growth. Reward: 5,000 points.

Rule: The less pink the player wears, the more she’ll act like a bimbo. Lasts two rounds. Reward: 15,000 points.

Rule: Every time the player curses they spank themselves. Lasts four turns. Reward: 5,000 points.

Suspecting that her friend’s patience is wearing thin, Rebecca quickly selects the two that seem to show physical changes and a random third. After confirming the dares, she turned towards her friend, praying that she’s not a personality trapped within someone that’s losing it.