Spread them out

It really isn’t worth it to finish anything right now, especially without knowing what it means, so the choice to spread out the points is easy to make.

Yes, please (10/40) – user will be more likely to answer “yes, please” to requests to do something new or different

Sharing is caring (25/50) – user is more willing to share and relationships will increase because of that

Awake refreshed (4/50) – user’s sleep is more refreshing after a day of physical activity

A few points to each, Jane did say some things will take longer to save for. Plus, another day of being safe from punishments. AI be damned.

(Current balance: 0 hearts)

But without anything else to do, attention returns to the old lecturer continuing on in front of the class, seemingly both stopping time from moving forward and killing my mind enough to miss the end of class.

“Earth to Harper, let’s go.” Jenna already packed up, waiting for me to follow her.

“Damn, he’s getting more boring each class. One day I will likely fall asleep here.”

“If you get to bed on time, you could pay attention a bit more in class.”

“Like you even know what he was teaching.”

The bickering continues until we part ways, and the rest of my classes zoom by. Plus, since it was Friday, no group work as, like all good college kids, I put everything off until the last minute. Only thing left on the schedule is the gym.

Heading to the locker room to change, I started to notice that my boobs felt a bit sore, probably something from last night. But putting on the sports bra, they did seem to be a bit perkier than normal. Didn’t I get an upgrade about my ‘bust’? Opening up the app, I check my updates and find the new one:

Supportive Bust 2 (6) – user’s bust will factor more heavily into her daily life (increase bust size)

What, bigger tits?! Looking at the top of the page, it confirms it – I now have 36D tits.

I want to celebrate, but I also know that means nothing will fit anymore. And it’s not like the bookstore is paying me enough to get a new wardrobe each time my magic app grows these hooters.

But, future Harper can figure that out, current Harper has a workout to do. First up – an hour plus on the StairMaster.

Thirty minutes in, there’s a serious sweat, but my legs still feel fine, even after increasing the speed.

“Damn girl, move that ass.” A random cat call, usually not too many here, but they do happen. And just imaging how the lycra is hugging my ass, I can see why people would want to mention it. With all of the focus going towards the workout, it’s hard to notice that my nipples are getting hard as well.

By the time the workout is over, it isn’t tiredness or soreness in my body, but a new sense of energy, and wanting to keep going. Rather than shower off at the gym, it seems to make more sense to just do everything back at home, plus I can see about burning off some more calories with a quick jog. So out the door I go, not even bothering to change back into my normal clothes.

That was a mistake though, mainly because between the outfit, the jogging bouncing my unsupported tits, and having to go through the center of campus, more than a couple of comments were made about my body.

“Look at the milkers on that one.”

“I wouldn’t mind giving her a ride.”

“I wish those shorts were stretched across my face.”

Random voices, some barely heard; but each one, without question, my body took as a compliment.