These Hips Don't Lie

The moment Amy clicked on Shifted Perspective, the whole world shuddered. She felt herself being pulled apart, but it was somehow painless. As she stretched to her limit, suddenly with a snap, she broke in two. Amy tried to look down at her body to see if she was alright, but there was nothing there. She clutched at the place where her torso should be and found an empty void instead. After a moment of panic, she understood what happened. She looked up to see herself standing with her phone in her hand and a scowl on her face.

This was the strangest change yet. Although she felt like her own complete person, she knew there must be another Amy inside her physical self. Actually, if anything she was the duplicate. Or were they both somehow the original Amy split in two? Despite the implications of these questions, she decided it wasn't worth trying to wrap her mind around it. Right now she needed to focus if she was going to defeat the app going forward.

As Shifted-Amy was dealing with her new predicament, she watched as Amy put down her phone and walked to the bedroom. She felt herself being pulled along like there was an invisible leash connecting the two of them. She was **** to watch as her other self tugged at the hem of her shirt and took a picture of her delicious cleavage.

"No, what are you doing! Stop!"

She tried to call out, but she had no voice. The other Amy continued unaware of her audience of one. Shifted-Amy could do nothing as her body stripped off her clothes and proceeded to pose lewdly for the camera. She must have received Leaking her Nudes as well she thought. For the next fifteen minutes, she looked on in shame as her body was puppeted around like a slutty porn star. As bad as it may be for Amy to pose for the pictures, at least she could let go and ride it out. Shifted Amy was unable to look away as her own hands exposed every private area of her body with sensual movement, her face contorting into slutty, ditzy expressions.

When it was finally over, Amy sighed in relief. It wasn't an experience she wanted to have again. She looked on as she once again starting scrolling on her phone, but was hit with a sense of dread. She thought she heard a voice faintly in her head.

"Why can't I delete them? No! No, I must need permission again!"

Shifted-Amy could hear her other self's thoughts for the first time since the split. She didn't know if it just took a little while for her to tune in or if it was timed in such a way on purpose. Either way, it seemed her physical self was still oblivious to her stream of consciousness. She was calling Rachel to see if she could drive her to work. Wait... Drive! In her disoriented state after the split, Amy had been too distracted to take stock of the mental changes she had accrued. The Amy talking to Rachel right now didn't know what "drive" meant! She remembered sitting in her car waiting for it to work like an idiot, all because Dictionary Deletion removed the concept from her mind.

She was interrupted by Rachel who had just answered the phone. She felt like a fly on the wall listening to the phone call without either of them knowing. As she heard herself offer a blowjob, she wanted to melt. How did she end up like this? She could sense the shame and humiliation from her other self as well, compounding with her own.

"There's no need to be sarcastic, I just figured it's only fair if I'm going through the trouble of doing you a favor." Rachel said.

Shifted-Amy felt something happen the moment Rachel spoke the word. She instinctively knew there had been another trigger. But unlike before, she could tell exactly what had changed in the moment. The Amy on the phone forgot what sarcasm was and carried on none the wiser. That wasn't good. The wrong comment could have embarrassing outcomes if she took it literally.

She'd worry about that later, right now it seemed she was about to play a round. Unable to affect the outcome, she watched herself tap on her phone frantically. She cheered her on mentally, even though she knew she couldn't hear her. She won! She celebrated silently as she started to play again. Right when she thought she had it in the bag, she saw her chest burst with sudden growth. Her boobs expanded rapidly and knocked her to the floor. Thinking of her Breasts of Friends punishment, she had another realization. Paul wasn't her friend, he was just a stranger she had sex with the other night. The influence of Over-Eager Extrovert was stronger than she thought.

The unshifted Amy got to her feet clumsily after her breasts had returned to a relatively normal size and, checking her phone, looked at her punishments. Shifted-Amy wished she had a say in the choices seeing as her other self was under the influence of so many changes, but she could only think to herself desperately. Not the livestream, not the livestream, not the livestream! She had just spent fifteen minutes watching herself made a fool of, she couldn't stand to think of streaming to countless perverts online.

Meanwhile, Amy, deaf to the thoughts of her shifted self, clicked on These Hips Don't Lie. She had had enough of being controlled to pose naked and she didn't want to mess with reality in the slightest.

These Hips Don't Lie - The player's hips and thighs will grow curvier and will naturally sway whenever she walks. Whenever her hips are moving, she will have to tell the truth and whenever she stays still, she can only tell lies.

Her lower half was filled with changes. First her pelvis stretched to give her a much wider bone structure. It was uncomfortable, but felt like releasing pressure the wider her hips grew. Next, her legs began filling with fat. Her now wider hips, her ass, and her thighs jiggled with each surge of increasing mass. As the changes slowed, she looked down at her figure with awe. She was curvy and soft, but still in excellent shape. Her sudden expansion left her with an hourglass figure. Her waist remained unchanged, but in comparison to her chest and hips, it gave her a remarkably sexy look. She couldn't help feeling a little excited by having such an attractive body.

It only took a few steps to remind her why this was still only the best of three bad choices. Without meaning to, she swung her hips back and forth with an exaggerated strut. Even when she found something to appreciate, the app was going to turn things sexual or humiliating. Plus, there was the added gimmick about truth and lies. With much frustration she started to get dressed.

She put on her top without much trouble, but she realized her thong and her shorts wouldn't fit her anymore. She didn't think any of her underwear would work, so regrettably she'd have to go commando. The only thing she owned that might fit her impressive curves were flowy dresses or skirts. She needed something small, that was the only way to dress. ("No it's not! You're making us look like a tramp!") She pulled out a pleated skirt that was short enough to be considered appropriate to wear and tried it on. It was quite snug, but ultimately wearable she decided. It rested on her hips and ass, almost exposing her bare privates, but it was all she had. She would just have to be careful.

She made her way back to the parking lot to wait for Rachel to arrive. All the way her hips swayed like she was on an imaginary catwalk. With each step, her skirt swung to the side, giving anyone watching a glimpse of skin. Turning a corner, she saw the building's maintenance man walking towards her. As he passed by, she could feel his eyes on her ass and heard a sharp whistle of appreciation.

"Damn girl! What's your number? I would hit that in a second!"

"It's 555-867-5309! I'd rather you not call me, but I might answer anyway because of how **** I am for connection right now." ("Don't tell him!")

She called this over her shoulder without stopping her sultry walk down the hallway. Apparently telling the truth meant that not only could she not lie, but she would have to answer any question posed to her. Or maybe it was something to do with having no filter? It was getting hard to keep track. Before she could consider to full ramifications of this, a text came through from Rachel saying that she had arrived. Amy made her way back to the lot and looked for Rachel's car. Spotting it, she quickly got inside before anyone else could accost her.

"Wow, uh, what's with the outfit today?" Rachel asked immediately.

"I'm hoping if I dress like a slut I can get more tips from the customers! And not just dollar bills if you know what I mean..."

Amy clapped a hand over her mouth in surprise. Where had that come from? More and more she was losing control of her words and actions unexpectedly. Is that what it meant by being **** to tell lies? She'd figured she'd be able to come up with her own excuse. Instead it just sort of spilled out instinctively. She was trapped for the time being, unable to shake her girthy hips from the confines of the passenger seat.

"Uh, yeah, you do you. Anyway, you so owe me for next time remember."

"Yeah, anytime you need me to cover for you, I'd be happy to!"

She would not be happy to. If only she could keep her mouth shut, this wouldn't be so bad. What she did need to bring up was getting permission to delete her posts from her social media. She needed to come up with a casual way to phrase it. She didn't want to risk Rachel looking at any of her posts and if asked about it, who knows what she'd have to say. If she simply asked a question, that wasn't something that could be turned into a lie.

"Hey Rachel, can I ask you something?" she started hesitantly.

"Yeah, what's on your mind?"

Another question! Well that didn't work. Her cautiousness had backfired and instead of simply affirming her, Rachel had unknowingly prompted another lie. Would there be any way of turning it around?

"I'm thinking of starting an Only Fans. Do you think enough people would pay to see me naked?"

"You know what? I don't know what your deal is today, but you're really starting to make me uncomfortable with all these sexual comments. If you want to make one, make one."

Amy decided to give it up. She was already making things weird with Rachel and she could ask anyone for permission later. Instead she decided to use the time to play another round before she got to work. She had one more attempt on easy-mode and she needed to take full advantage. By this point, she had gotten the hang of things and the round went by quickly. She held her breath as she tapped the last few buttons she needed to win and sighed in relief when it was done. Now what would she delete? Before she could make up her mind, the game loaded a new message.

"A potential user has been detected! Send a link to the potential user's phone to remove two punishments instead of one!"