Too Rainy to Choose

Alex pressed on his screen to choose 'Blonde Moments', annoyed at how wet his screen, his clothes, and the street were. Not checking to see if it succeeded, he shoved his phone into his pocket, running down the street as he got drenched to his bone. Meanwhile, in his pocket, the time for choosing a punishment expired, seeing as no touch had registered. A pop-up appeared, and for once, Alex unknowingly pressed it, the friction in his pocket pressing 'Ok' for him.

User failed to choose punishment in the allotted time. Second occurrence of failure to select. Randomly selecting two punishments from the list. Please select options within an acceptable timeframe next time. Randomly selected option(s) are as follows: It's a (growing) piece of cake & Forever Networking.

Due to punishments Forever Networking + Familiar Face, synergy unlocked- Appeaser to a Fault; automatically selecting unless user presses (no).

User has not selected no. Synergy unlocked!

Appeaser to a Fault (i) - User gradually becomes addicted to conversation/self-promotion and feels mental anguish if a conversation ends in a negative manner and/or mental fog if unable at make a connection with someone. Further upgrades possible.

Ascending his steps, Alex felt utterly out of place, completely gross, and bloated. Whether from the rain, the shrunk clothes, his lunch, or some random illness he had caught, his step felt out of place, and he was exhausted after his normal flight of stairs. A neighbor opened their door, and Alex felt almost magically begin to pour forth words from his mouth.

"Hiya." Alex said with a smile. It was an older man, his wife slipping out a few seconds later; Alex had never conversed nor seen the couple in his life.

"You live next door?" He asked. Before Alex could answer, his wife slapped the back of his head, shaking hers.

"Of course she does Jerell. She and her boyfriend have only been living here for the past 2 years." She said, shaking her head and turning back to Alex. "Goodness, we haven't even retired yet, and here he can't remember our next door neighbors."

"It's alright - really." Alex said, starting feel a sort of mental fog begin to hit him, and desperation surge forth, making him continue the conversation even with his wet clothes. "Terrible weather today. I'd suggest you two take an umbrella."

"Oh, how sweet dear. Jerell, could you grab one for us?" The woman asked, and he nodded, coming back with one. "What brand makeup do you use? You're soaked to the bone, and yet you have makeup on like it never rained."

"Huh? I don't use makeup." Alex responded. His mental fog was clearing.

"I don't use makeup..." The older woman said with a pause between each word. "Haven't heard of them. Thanks for the brand recommendation."

"No, no. I'm I saying I don't wear makeup, not like a brand or anything, I don't wear makeup at all." Alex said. He wanted to huff, but he found himself wanting the woman's approval, on some level.

"Sorry, sorry, not a brand. Small business?" The woman said, seeming not to want to displease Alex, who shifted subjects; even in his wet clothes, he found himself chatting with the woman, going so far as to promise meeting with the empty-nest couple tomorrow for dinner. As Alex turned to head into his apartment, the woman smiled, and her husband's eyes tracked Alex's bulging, yet tightly gripped ass.

"Gosh, what a fine young woman, she reminds me of Emelia." She said wistfully, with her husband agreeing.

"She looks more like Lauren, I think, but you're quite right dear, I'm glad we got to invite her to dinner tomorrow." Jerell said, locking arms with his wife and popping open the umbrella at the threshold of the apartment complex.

Alone in his apartment, Alex screamed in shock at his naked reflection, wondering if he was in one of those mirrors at a carnival. His ass was, simply put, huge.

Not cute. Not even girly. Not plump, as he had been told last year when he was big into working out; no, it was, without a doubt, a bubble butt. Thinking he was having a stroke, or it was the mirror, Alex tried the mirror in his bedroom, then his cameras phone, and even the mirror in Ethan's bedroom. All three showed the same image. He'd gone from his usual 'girlish' ass, skipped even a 'big' butt, and gotten into gym girl territory.

His rear-end looked like one a girl might work for with blood, sweat and tears. Alex knew for a fact that he did not have an ass that size that very morning. Or did he? He couldn't remember looking in the mirror that morning, or the day before, and it had been quite awhile since he'd worked out.

Rationalization after rationalization took over his brain, and Alex only protested a bit, debating internally. Had his lack of exercise and college aged boy diet given him a secret fat ass? It sounded impossible that it would just pop up out of nowhere.

Going to his bedroom after the shower, Alex threw on a pair of basketball shorts, hearing the door open and Ethan's regular whistle fill the apartment. When Alex came out of his room to talk with Ethan, Ethan's eyes flicked down to Alex's waist, and then back up to his eyes.

"New compression shorts?" Ethan questioned as he put his bag down.

"Huh? Just shor-....what the hell?" Alex looked down, realizing his basketball shorts had become much, much tighter then he remembered, looking like a mixture between women's biking shorts and compression shorts.

"These were just my basketball shorts, I swear." Alex said with a hushed tone. What the hell was going on!? Alex focused. He needed to ask Ethan. "Ethan. Don't think I'm being weird, or joking, or whatever five million dumb things you'll say. But I think my ass grew. Like magically."

Ethan raised his eyebrow. "Are you feeling alright dude?" He put the back of his hand against Alex's forehead, who slapped it away.

"I'm serious!" Alex said, still getting disbelief from Ethan, who was wondering whether this was a joke. Not knowing how else to prove his point, Alex turned away from Ethan, who physically felt taken aback at the bubble butt before him.

"Uhm that's a little odd. I'll admit. But what if it's just your diet? I mean, I know you don't like to workout since you said everyone was calling you cute and stuff at the gym, but maybe you should? Freshman fifteen? But for you, almost-senior twenty five?" Ethan said, aghast at his roommates rear, and feeling a bit vindicated after he had told Alex not to stop his routine.

"I-I....I'm not cute. Shut up." Alex said. "You're right though. I think. I probably should do some workouts or something." Even though a deep part of Alex was saying the amount of growth was not normal for either weight, or for a boy, he found himself nodding in agreement, a positive rush of endorphins hitting his brain.

"I'm glad dude. We can go tomorrow. I'm exhausted from today's lab." Ethan said, finally seeming relaxed, and able to process the world.

Alex shook his head. No. He wanted to go now. To deal with his ass. "I'm....gonna go on a run. Then hit the gym."

"More power to ya. Make sure to wash your makeup off before you go." Ethan said as he took a look at the cherry red lipstick on Alex's soft lips.

"Not wearing makeup." Alex said, annoyed at Ethan's joke, but happy he was back. Things seemed a lot more right in the world now that Alex had heard another parties take on his surprising ass growth. The thought never occurred to him about Gem Ladies, since who might imagine a videogame could change a body, let alone a mobile game.

Alex grabbed a shirt, sweats, headphones, and his water bottle, tying a sweatshirt around his waist, he felt it tighten a bit around his ass, but thankfully enough, it hid the majority of waist, including the slight bulge of his dick. He realized the extent of his problem as he yanked the sweatpants up, his large ass making them cling to his skin like they were his outer layer. In the mirror, he tried to ignore the lewd picture it painted, with his thoughts directed to how tight his shirt felt. Perhaps gaining weight had meant a bit of muscle as well?

Starting his run, Alex was happy the rain had broke, and that it was a smooth, if slightly slippery run. Not knowing where he might go, Alex found himself drifting to his old gym, the run cut short as he paced outside, wondering if he should keep running, or lift a bit. The part that asked for lifting won out. Scanning his badge, Alex was stopped by the guy at the counter.

"Hey Brit, a bit late for your workout today, huh? Could you wait just one second, they're wrapping up a class on the weight floor. 10 minutes max." The muscular man said, and Alex nodded, fighting the urge to converse with him, and merely walking on one of the treadmills and beginning to play Gem Ladies.

His mind wasn't focused on Gem Ladies. It was running wild with strategies to 'deal' with the freshman fifteen he'd gotten, and gradually Alex devised his goals, and when he finally stopped his obsessive behavior, he realized in front of him was the move to win this game of Gem Ladies. Reaching for the move, Alex was presented instead with the (by now) familiar demon lady, and three punishment choices, and interesting dialogue box.

Tell me about myself (i) - Whenever user hears a verbal statement about them, they will act as if it is true temporarily, with the statement expiring if either: the person who stated it leaves the room, or a random time between 30 - 60 minutes passes. Further levels will increase effects and add abilities.

Amazing Dancer - User finds themselves a professional at any school of dance. Mutually exclusive with Awful Dancer

F is for Funbags - **Gains F-cup breasts that the player may only refer to as funbags and other indecently silly names for them.**

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You were so close to victory, literally only one move away! Please choose your punishment and then decide on a deal with lil o' Lilith. Terms below:

Want that loss to count as a win? For the memory of that close defeat to fade? Do I have the offer for you, user Alex - accept, and I'll do just that! It'll change your stats only, not the punishments you receive. After our deal, of course, you'll gain my unique blessing - Gem Ladies Fiend. Refusal is okay, if you like forever being known as a loser. The choice is yours.

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