Why Not.

"Oh screw it" Cynthia thought to herself as she held the app back up to her face and began to contemplate what to change next. She did feel bad about doing this to her friend, but she did hear something about Steven having a secret crush on her a while back. She was intrigued to find out if he felt the same about her, but the Hoenn Champion had too much pride, he would never say it out loud...

...unless she found a way to make him.

"Steven and Cynthia are both extremely horny perverts with little self-control."

Cynthia almost instantly felt something change. Something shifted at the very core of her being. Her job as Champion of Sinnoh meant she was always way too busy for relationships or sex, which always left her wanting more, her perverted side always **** to be under lock and key for her to remain professional.

Not anymore. She felt her worries subside almost instantly. What was so bad about letting go a bit? She always wanted some sense of sexual freedom in her life, without always having to worry about her image and demeanor.

Steven stood in front of the mirror, admiring his hardening length as he ran a hand along the massive beast between his legs. "This might've been the best decision of my life." Steven said. Of course he was oblivious to the change. In his mind Steven had always possessed an abnormally high libido. And besides, Steven hadn't even noticed Cynthia typing in the app again.

Cynthia's awe turned to intrigue, as she watched her friend admire himself in the mirror. "Looks good to me, stud." Cynthia remarked, her brain barely processing the words that came out of her mouth.

"Thanks, that top makes your tits look great by the way." Steven said in an almost comically forward manner. Cynthia's hungry eyes watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of Steven's foot-long cock and onto the floor below.

"Yeah? Why don't you try taking it off and see how great the rest of them look?" Cynthia teased. She blushed as she wondered how far she could stuff that beast down her throat, how much cum it would produce, how much it could stuff her. Steven's egg-sized balls looked tiny in comparison to his cock, but imagine the noise they'd make against her thighs as he plowed her until the sun came up. A 10% shred of worry still existed in Cynthia's brain about how rapidly the app had changed her entire personality, and to an extent, her brain chemistry.

She knew it was just the app talking. But she didn't care, because the other 90% of her brain wanted to feel that massive dick rearrange her guts.