She has to go to work

Ashley leaves for her room and closes her door behind herself.

Her naked chest is heaving while she is trying to calm herself down. She doesn't know if she is having a panic attack or just being so out of sorts from holding such a big cock in her hand for the first time.

Her thoughts are a mix of emotions. She wants to run away from the apartment and her phone. She also wants to go back to George and touch his dick again. She can still feel his precum on her fingers. A clear sign that he must have been enjoying himself touching her tits.

Her own hand travels down to her body. It's obvious that George wasn't the only one who enjoyed the morning. She can feel the moisture between her pussy lips and her clit is obviously poking out and sensitive to touch.

She runs her fingers through her wetness.

An alarm on her phone starts ringing. It's not the damn app this time but an alarm reminding her to leave for work.

She curses out loud, letting out in one breath all the frustrations of a day that is really just beginning.

It's Friday and she has to go to the office. George gets to spend more days working from home. Sometimes he doesn't go to the office for weeks. But she has to go there three times a week, usually Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

She walks to the bathroom to wash herself quickly and then puts on her work clothes. She works in a marketing agency and she tries to dress modestly without any cleavage and in a bra that firmly presses against her chest to keep it from attracting more attention than is necessary. In her firm, there is plenty of women but only a few in a position of power and she wants to be taken seriously.

She has learned that being pretty can also mean that other women will see you more as a threat and men will see you only as a pair of tits. But she managed to become a junior manager and that counts for something.

Ashley manages to put on her coat and leave home without spotting George again. That's good. She was worried that she might just start undressing again on her way out if he decided to be present.

She takes the bus to work. It takes about half an hour in the early morning. The evenings on her way home are usually worse, especially on Friday. With congestion, the bus ride home can take up to an hour.

She feels better and relieved now that she knows that she is at least away from Goerge and the threats of the app.

Ashley opens the app just to check what it will show. There is just a simple message now saying: Ashley's **** round today. George's **** round from midnight.

In the menu, she can find only a section that again lists out all the "game's" rules. She has to find a way to find a way to get rid of the thing. Then she notices there is another item saying: 1 Pending Punishment.

The app said that she will be punished later when she didn't touch George's cock after apparently making her mad for refusing to eat with him altogether in the morning. It seems she might have more to worry about when she gets back home.

It's just so unfair. She didn't even do anything. It was George who started it with the app and made her go topless in front of him. She needs to find something far worse than just getting him hard when it will be her turn on Sunday.

Ashley arrives at her desk at work and starts reviewing morning e-mails.

Around comes her colleague, Michael. He stutters a greeting and looks like he forgot what he wanted and just leaves her desk again. Weird.

Ashley notices a feeling of a pair of hands squeezing her tits and with alarm looks down.

She stares in shock at herself. Instead of her own clothes, she is wearing a tight white top with big cleavage and obviously no bra.

Ashley shrieks as she feels the hands continuing to squeeze her breasts hard even though there is nothing visible.

This time, it's her colleague Luke that comes to see what's happening alarmed by her shriek.

"Ashley, is everything ok?" he says and she can see her eyes going immediately to her chest.

As he does that she can feel another pair of hands touching her breasts joining the original pair.

"Yea, I am fine, just not feeling well. I will just go to the bathroom," Ashley responds still startled, and walks towards the bathroom.

Fortunately, it is empty. The first pair of hands faded while the other one is still there. At least more gentle than the first ones.

She looks at herself in the mirror. She can clearly see the outline of her breasts under her new top. Her nipples are visibly poking out and with only a little effort you can notice where the dark areolas are hiding.

Ashleys stares in horror at herself when her phone buzzes. It's the damn app again. Obviously.

This is your one-time punishment.

Any time someone will think of doing something to your voluptuous tits, you will feel it for as long as they will be thinking about it.

This is to teach you a lesson about the importance of keeping up with your routine. If you try to change your routine even a little, you will find your top can become even more inspiring for people around you.

This time, Ashley is positive that she is having a panic attack.

She breathes and she feels that she is also getting horny. Fuck, why is everything with this up so confusing to her.

Luke's hands fade away and it's again just her in front of her mirror. A bit flustered in a top that she would never wear herself in her life. But no phantom touches.

Ashley knows that she can't stay here longer without risking any more punishment for deviating from her routine.

She walks out of the bathroom and looks around. She immediately notices that Michael, Luke, and now even Andrew seemed to have been waiting for her to watch her leave the toilets. All three immediately smile at her with wide grins and her face turns red.

Ashley nearly sprints out for the safety of her desk.

She can feel three pairs of hands working over her tits. Something like that would not be even physically possible but she is keenly aware of each hand playing with her and squeezing her.

It's quite distracting, to say the least as she sits down.

The touches are not really stimulating and they feel quite exploitative if anything. But she can still feel the situation itself having a clear effect on her pussy between her legs. This is going to be a difficult day for her.

The whole morning she is just sitting at her desk and tries to pretend like she is doing any work.

Somehow her colleagues keep finding reasons to visit her desk for one reason or another.

She tries to keep up a pretense of a conversation while she is clearly feeling their hands touching her.

Some hands gently play with her nipples.

Some hands handle her roughly and even slap them around.

The attention span of guys is also quite varied. Some forget about her as soon as they leave her desk and sometimes she continues to feel multiple hands on her at once.

She stays frustrated. Her nipples are hard as diamonds and she tries not to squeeze her legs together.

Ashley is happy that she at least got to keep her dark pants. In something lighter, there might be a visible wet patch between her legs.

Her colleagues can see that something is not right with her today and it's not just the clothes. But they figure that it must be some bet or something and they want to make sure they take advantage of the situation while they have the opportunity.

"Hey, are you ready?" Asks Rachael.

Ashley just looks at her confused.

"We were supposed to take lunch together today to talk about the Wesley account."

"Oh, yeah, let's do that and get out of the office," Ashley responds with a happy hopeful voice.

As she stands up, she can see Rachel eying her and immediately there is a feeling of a delicate mouth nibbling on her nipple.

Ashley gives out a little squeak.

"Are you ok today," Rachael asks with concern in her voice. "You don't really look like yourself today. Do you want to leave this to Monday?"

Ashley starts nodding yes but gets immediately worried that the app might punish her if she declines her arrangement.

"I am alright, let's have lunch," she responds finally.

This might be the most stimulating lunch that Ashley ever had. She found that the coat she came with has disappeared and the outside cold makes her nipples even harder than they wear.

She has already found out earlier that she can't use her arms to cover herself either. The same as she wasn't able to hide her naked chest from George.

Rachel does not fail to notice.

She can clearly distinguish her hands from all the male hands she feels while they are walking to their lunch.

Ashley doesn't know if Rachel is bi or a full lesbian or if her tits have now gained the ability to turn women into ones. But it is obvious what Ashley is thinking about the whole lunch.

Her hands are different than those of the guys from the office.

They are more gentle and teasing.

She finds the feelings of lips and tongue on her nipples especially distracting. Apparently, both of her nipples can feel sucking at the same time if she feels sucking them both.

This is positively stimulating and Ashley can't help but keep squeezing her thighs under their table.

The most distracting moment is always when their waiter comes in. She finds that his firm hands together with Rachel's mouth send sparks through her whole body.

By the end of the lunch, she has to focus on not moaning.

Rachel has not been in any hurry and she is Ashley's senior in the office so Ashley can't hurry her along.

Once they finally finish and Ashley stands up she can clearly feel that her pants and thighs are wet between her legs.

She is mortified and hopes that Rachael won't notice her dark pants being darker than they should. She tries to move her hands carefully in front of herself but she finds she can't hide herself even there now.

They walk to the office slowly. Rachael doesn't even react anymore to Ashley being just silent while she talks.

Meanwhile, Ashley can feel that her hands have become rougher and her mouth hungrier. Which all combines with the hands of all the random man they meet on the way.

They finally get into the elevator. Rachael stands behind her as the elevator doors start closing.

But just before the door clothes, the man's hand moves in and makes them open again. A big group of men suddenly moves in.

Ashley moans out, she can feel all of their hands at once as they move into the lift.

Ashley is pushed back against Rachael as the elevator becomes full. Her ass accidentally bumps against Rachel's hand.

Only it is no accident.

Rachael's hand deliberately strokes over Ashley's full ass.

Her hand moves knowingly for the wet patch between Ashley's legs.

It's no phantom magic. It's Rachael's real hand stroking Ashley's soaking pussy through her pants.

She is moaning silently with her breast and pussy now all under the **** at the same time.

The whole elevator ride takes only a minute or two but when it finishes she is out of breath.

She moves quickly out of the elevator, not waiting for Rachael or anyone, and quickly hides behind her desk.

No one luckily bothers her there now but she can still feel too many phantom touches on her chest for her comfort.

She swears that if the elevator would take a minute longer she might have had an orgasm in front of all of them.

Without thinking about it further, Ashley stands up and leaves quickly for the bathroom.

She notices two more pairs of hands quickly added to the feelings coming from her breasts.

Ashley sits down in the stall and pulls down her pants and panties to her knees.

Her hands dive in for her waiting pussy.

She can still feel Rachael's mouth hungrily lapping at her nipples while all the other hands are fading away.

Ashley yelps as soon as she hits the edge of the biggest orgasm of her life.

Her ass was struck by an invisible while and she jumps up.

She groans in frustration and grits her teeth while she reaches for her buzzing phone.

You don't ever masturbate at work, says the app simply.

She immediately also notices her top change.

The bottom half has disappeared showing off her belly button. At the same time, her cleavage runs down to one single large button that now holds the top together.

At least it doesn't appear to have gone more sheer but she feels that if she were to move too abruptly, one of her breasts would be sure to just pop out free.

Ashley is frustrated and wants to cum.

She tries to use toilet paper to dry up her panties and pants but still feels them wet when they touch her naked skin as she pulls them up.

When she walks out, she sees in the mirror that her skin shines with perspiration and even her hair became a bit of a mess.

She is getting angry.

Ashley straightens herself up.

She can still feel Rachael but she decides to ignore it.

Ashley needs to be the master of her fate and some app and stupid hands won't break her.

She walks out of the door.

New hands immediately join Rachel's mouth but she can take it. She is the master of her body.

It takes over an hour for Rachel to apparently start thinking of something else than Ashley and even then she can still feel her mouth to return a couple of times during the day.

Ashley wins or at least sort of wins.

At the end of the day, she walks out of the office with a proud smile on her face.

She did little work but she survived Friday and at least as usual she was able to leave the office early around four.

Her feeling of satisfaction is short-lived as soon as she walks out on the street. It's full of people trying to get home and she can feel her senses assaulted when a score of hands start exploring the curvaceousness of her chest.

She hoped that as soon as she would leave the office her **** would end but it seems not meant to be. The app is apparently going to make the rules what it wants them to be.

She takes only a few steps when it dawns on her.

The worst is yet to come.

The bus is going to be full of people and there is bound to be congestion.

In a few moments, she finds it to be right.

The bus is too full for her to sit and she will have to stand if not all then at least most of the way.

While she is standing the whole bus has a nice view of her chest bouncing whenever they hit any pothole.

Ashley tries to focus and close her eyes. There must be at least two dozen hands playing with her tits all at once.

She can feel them roughly malled, gently squeezed, and sensuously massaged.

Given how delicate some of the touches are, it is not just men that pay her attention.

She keeps her eye closed and tries to control the squeezing of her thighs.

Some of the people close to her notice her soft moans and their touchest become more intense.

After about forty minutes the bus finally empties enough for her to sit down.

By that time she is a mess. Her body is twitching and she can think only about cuming.

There are people still obviously watching her but she closes her eyes and tried to touch her pussy out of view.

Her pants are sticking wet to her crotch and legs.

But as soon as under the wetness her fingers find the sensitive tip of her clitoris ready for a release, there is a whip again on her eyes and she jumps.

Ashley looks down and finds that she is now wearing a very sheer tube bra with a split in the middle still held together by one button.

Her hard nipples are clearly visible and the piece of fabric is clinging to her body wet from perspiration.

She is basically riding the bus topless.

Somehow no one finds magically changing clothes to be anything out of the ordinary.

In her horny haze, she can literally feel the gaze of all the people staring at her.

She must be a sight to behold when she finally leaves the bus.

She can barely stand on her feet but fortunately, her apartment is only a block away.

She opens the door and steps in.

She is wearing her original clothes again including her coat.

"Hi Ashley," George says and comes to welcome her with a smile.

Ashley immediately strips herself topless again.

She feels tired, frustrated, and violated.

Ashley slaps George hard across his grinning face and goes to her room.