A Rational Conclusion

Aliens.

Wendy had always known them to be the true, unknown threat that films cartoonishly mimic and naysayers cartoonishly mock. Wendy heard every theory, read every encounter log, and searched every database she could in her teenage years as she obsesssed with the extraterrestrial promise an infinite universe made to her and all of humanity. For her, there was never a question whether they had visited before--they had, hundreds of times--or whether their technology vastly exceeded our own. But her own close encounter had never come... until now.

Human technology was the vector, but the means and reach of this "game" or "app" was obviously beyond even the global superpowers... unless the hair removal was the actual reach of the app. That's right... this could also be a false green flag operation! But even if the government designed the app and snuck in to **** me for the unusual sweating or to somehow wax my entire body without me knowing... could they also make these other effects occur? The government blackmailing random school staff or students would be easy enough... but would Wendy acquiesce? Of course not! I wouldn't just give someone my clothes! And how would they make underwear disappear randomly?! So it was a government bluff... or an alien threat. Wendy desperately wanted it to be the latter, but she had to be sure; she couldn't let herself get worked up on a false lead... again.

She ignored the pending penalty removals she had and instead opted to try the game again. Pressing play, she was once again set upon the task of matching fidgety, colored gems until they matched and vanished... but not before an unfamiliar pop-up appeared once again.

Do you want to earn some bonus time?

Wendy tapped YES almost habitually.

Earn a bonus second for every time you pull on both of your nipples for the next minute!

Wendy cautiously searched the room with her eye, looking for any spy equipment... other than her own, of course. But maybe even that was a liability if the government was able to just sneak in and...? No, Wendy, focus! Test it out first... Cautiously she gripped her flat chest through her top and, with thumb and forefinger firmly on her right nipple, she gave it a slightly painful tug. No reaction from the app... and then she read it again. Both. Putting the phone on the bed she complies and tugs once more on both of her tiny mounds only to see a green +1 second! briefly float over the screen at the same moment. Alright, surveillance established... whether through my phone, a spy camera, or remote alien technology we can only theorize on. Whatever it is, it's providing a live feed and is manned by staff or an A.I. capable of interpreting my actions... Wendy continued to write out her "report" (journal entry) in her mind as she gave herself a few more errant tugs before the pain made it annoying.

She picked her phone up again, unphased and unaroused, and hit the play button. With her bonus of 17 seconds, she now had a whopping 37 to begin breaking down... even smaller gems?! The interface was getting worse every time she used this garbage “game.” That must be part of the experiment... crap, even with my glasses I can barely see this stupid...! Wendy struggled as best she could with the app, but the future refused to change.

Uh-oh! Time's up, let's see how you did:
28 out of 40 matches made
17 out of 90 bonus seconds earned
You failed! Punishment grade increased by 0.3.

Sure enough, the "PG" stat went from 1.2 to 1.5, proving what it stood for. More importantly, although Wendy still didn't know what winning would entail, she was faced with a new selection of punishments. Alright, Wendy, it's simple: these punishments describe all kinds of activities or influences only barely describable by secret government technology. You just need a punishment that proves it's beyond human ability, something that manipulates matter or space in a way that nothing in Area 51 could manage... so let's... pick... what the...

Choose your punishment within 30 seconds (or all three will apply!):
[Make My Boobies One More Size]
[Mardi Gras Special]
[High-Stakes Chess]

A reference to her membership to the Chess Club, but anyone would know that... and though Wendy could imagine what a "Mardi Gras Special" entailed, she had no expectation of that proving her hypothesis. The "Boobies" on the other hand made Wendy's free hand drift unconsciously to her still-stinging chest. She wasn't particularly concerned over her lacking chest, but more to the point... If they can manipulate matter in my body to increase... to augment... to do that, then it would basically prove it. But perhaps given a radiation caster, even the G-Men could come by and add mass to my chest, albeit in the form of cancerous growths... oh God, what if that's... no, they wouldn't endanger me, not this early in the experiment, right? Moreover, it's the most likely to prove that this is an extraterrestrial phenomenon, something that I've been tasked again and again with proving. And now I finally have what I need-! With a chance at peeling back the veil on the table, Wendy went to tap the top punishment-

Time has expired! All three punishments applied.

"W... What?!" Wendy's eyes nearly bulged out her head as she realized her internal rambling had run far, far too long. There was no timer on the interface, either, just the general warning of 30 seconds... and if they lied about that much, Wendy wouldn't know.

What Wendy does know is that she can no longer see her toes by looking straight down.

"Oh my-!" Wendy’s hand shot up to cover her mouth... but not before striking her new right boob on the way to doing so. On her rail-thin body, the mound of fat was basically a C, nearly D-cup upgrade; yesterday’s dress shirt, so often baggy on her frame, was now smooth against the unbound lumps on her chest. In a panic she tossed her phone on her bed and rapidly undressed to reveal the new breasts on her. Their skin tone matched what she recalled, but her areolas had expanded and her breasts had indeed become handfuls where once there was nothing to really hold at all. The skin didn’t itch or hurt from sudden expansion, and a quick check in the mirror confirmed no surgery lines. Given this ability…

… it HAS to be aliens! Self-assured, if terrified, Wendy went to her phone to read her new punishments.

[Make My Boobies One More Size]: Grade 1. User's breasts each gain [100 + (PG x 100)] cubic centimeters of mammary mass.

[Mardi Gras Special]: Grade 1; Evolver. The User will flash her breasts, crotch, or ass at anyone who offers her at least a token gift in exchange. At Punishment Grade 2, this evolves into [Frequent Flasher].

[High-Stakes Chess]: Grade 1. User cannot turn anyone down on a game of Chess. User losing or sacrificing a piece results in stripping a piece of clothing. If no clothing remains to be stripped, User lets the opponent do things to her for a few minutes each in this order of additional lost pieces: making out, spanking, groping, fingering, and oral sex.