Chapter 1: Introduction
The elevator hummed as it made its slow descent to the lobby, the fluorescent lights flickering just enough to make my eyes water. I adjusted my tie, feeling the familiar knot of stress tighten in my chest. It was the end of another mind-numbing day at the office, and all I wanted was a cold beer and some peace and quiet.
The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out into the bustling lobby. The usual after-work crowd was milling about, chatting and laughing—a pack of suits ready to unwind. I weaved my way through the crowd, my eyes scanning the sea of faces.
Most people were on their phones, thumbs dancing across screens, already lost in their own little worlds. I pulled out my own phone, the screen lighting up with notifications I'd been ignoring all day. A couple of texts from friends, and an email from work that I'd deal with tomorrow. Nothing exciting, just the usual humdrum.
As I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, I noticed something strange. A new app icon had appeared among the other apps; two classic symbols, Mars (♂) and Venus (♀), intertwined in a modern and simple design.
I pressed the icon out of curiosity, and the screen unfolded, revealing a series of female faces—12 to be exact, some of them familiar. At the bottom, an arrow seemed to indicate there was more. In the top-right corner, an icon symbolized a woman, and on the left, a little house, the classic icon to take me back to the main menu.
I scrolled through the list, my thumb hovering over the first familiar face—Sarah from Human Resources. She was a cute redhead, always smiling and eager to help. I remembered seeing her just this morning, her eyes sparkling behind her glasses as she handed me the new employee handbook.
I tapped on her icon, and a sort of profile appeared—one that was far too explicit. I didn’t get to see everything it contained; in such a crowded environment, it felt dangerous to be looking at a coworker’s information.
Instead, I quickly exited the app and shoved my phone into my pocket. As I stepped outside, the warm summer air hit me like a wall. I took a deep breath, trying to process what I'd just seen.
The subway platform was packed, and I had to wait for a couple of trains to pass before I could squeeze onto one. I found a spot near the door, sandwiched between an elderly woman with a shopping cart and a teenager wearing headphones blasting music that was off-beat and grating. I rubbed my temples, trying to ignore the din.
The train gradually emptied. Leaning against the window, I let my gaze wander until it landed on a beautiful blonde girl sitting directly in front of me. There was something striking about her, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
Absentmindedly, I reached for my phone and opened the app again. The list of faces had noticeably shrunk. My stomach tightened as I scanned the screen—one of the remaining profiles was hers. The same delicate features, the same piercing eyes. She was right there, sitting just a few feet away from me.
I tapped on her icon, and once again, a menu unfolded. A full-body 3D image of her appeared, dressed exactly as she was in real life. Beside the rendering, basic information was listed—her name, height, age, and other general details.
Instinctively, I tried to scroll down, placing my finger at chest level on the screen. However, as soon as I touched the screen, another menu popped up, revealing even more details.
The information it displayed was more intimate, the size of her breasts, also her nipples, her sensitivity marked as a percentage, among other things.
I was stunned. How could an app access that kind of information? I quickly went back to the previous menu and looked at her name again—Madison Clarke.
At the top of the screen, there was a small star. Curious, I tapped on it. A message popped up: "Would you like to add the target profile?" Below it, a counter displayed 5/5 remaining.
I was still deciding whether to confirm the option when the girl suddenly stood up and got off the train. A few minutes after the train resumed its journey, a message appeared: "Target out of range." Below it, a simple "OK" button.
I tapped it, and when I returned to the menu, her profile had disappeared.
I got off the train at the next station and walked a couple of blocks to my apartment building. Once inside, I changed into something more comfortable and opened the fridge, grabbing a beer.
I turned on the TV and sank into the couch. Then, out of curiosity, I opened the app again.
This time, many familiar faces appeared, including my gorgeous neighbor—Emily Dawson.
I tapped on her profile, and the 3D image and her name appeared again. This time, I was able to explore it more thoroughly, going through all the submenus. One of them focused on her personality and preferences.
I found myself entertained, scrolling through the details—like her favorite sex positions and fetishes, she seemed to like being submissive in bed and give oral sex.
It was so fucking explicit, yet at the same time, strangely enticing. I couldn't help but wonder how accurate this information was.
I went back to the main menu, and there it was—the star.
This time, I decided to press "Yes" when asked if I wanted to add her profile. A confirmation message popped up: "Target acquired. 4/5 remaining."
This time, a previously disabled menu became accessible. It read: "Modifications Made."
I tapped on it and saw a blank field, a suggestion menu, and a text box where I could enter something manually. Among the suggestions, one option stood out: "Provide phone contact" with the number 50 next to it.
I selected it, and a confirmation prompt appeared. After accepting, a new message popped up: "Modification made. Energy: 450/500.
Nothing happened. I started to wonder if anything had actually changed—if the app was even real.
Then, there was a knock at the door.
I glanced through the peephole. It was her—Emily—wearing the exact same outfit as in the app.
I opened the door.
"Hey, neighbor," she said playfully. "I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves. I'm Emily."
"I'm Mark," I replied. "Nice to meet you."
She smiled. "I was watching TV, and out of nowhere, I had this thought—we should have each other's numbers, just in case."
She handed me a napkin with her number scribbled on it, then said goodbye and walked away.
At this point, any doubt I had about the app was gone.
It was something magical. And it worked.
I felt a mix of excitement and fear—I had no idea what to make of this.
I opened the app, searching for its developers. Nothing. No company name, no credits. Without a name, I couldn’t even look it up in the app store.
I hadn’t installed it. It had simply appeared.
I went back into Emily’s profile.
Her 3D figure had changed.
She was now wearing a revealing set of sleepwear—something undeniably sexy.
I went back to the Recommendations section.
Several new options had appeared:
Send a sexy photo to the user (50)
Feel attracted to the user (350)
My pulse quickened as I stared at the screen. What the hell was this app?
I selected the "Send a sexy photo to the user" option.
A message popped up: "Modification made. Energy: 400/500."
But this time, nothing happened.
"Yeah, figured it was a joke," I thought, chuckling to myself.
But then, I glanced at the Modifications menu again.
The text "Send a sexy photo to the user" had now moved to the top—next to a gray button that indicated it was disabled.
I added the contact from the napkin to my phone and sent a message: "Hi, I’m Mark, just wanted you to have my contact too."
I returned to the app screen, and to my surprise, the button had changed to a green tone.
I tapped it.
Moments later, a message appeared: "Thanks! :)"
A few seconds after that, a selfie from her popped up—she was striking a rather provocative pose.
In the picture, she was in her bra, her breasts spilling out slightly, her face flushed and her eyes meeting the camera with a mix of innocence and desire. The photo was undeniably sexy, and I felt a stirring in my pants as I stared at it.
"Jesus, Emily," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair.
I decided to do a little test and pressed the button again.
A few seconds later, a new photo appeared in the chat, but this time, she had deleted the first one.
She was now facing away from the camera, her back arched slightly, revealing just enough of her round, firm ass as she looked over her shoulder at me, a playful smirk on her lips. She had on a tiny thong, the fabric barely covering her cheeks, and the pose was undeniably seductive. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the image, my cock responding instantly, straining against the fabric of my jeans.
I felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal, my body reacting to the explicit photo. I could feel the heat rising in my face, and I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was happening.
I waited a few seconds, and the second photo was also deleted.
I texted her: "Everything okay?"
She replied almost immediately: "Yeah, why? It's late... Sleep."
So many questions. What else could the app do?
I went back to the Modifications section, and new options had appeared in the recommendations.
This time, I decided to type something in the text box: "Grow tits to DD"
I hesitated for a moment but then pressed Send.
A message appeared: "Not enough energy."
I frowned. How much energy did this command require, I wondered?
I wasn't sure if such a change was really possible, so receiving the response that there wasn't enough energy made me assume it was.
So, I decided to try a different command. "Tonight, while sleeping, have a wet dream about the user."
I pressed the send button, and this time, the confirmation message appeared, along with the counter showing 450/500.
At that moment, I thought I had wasted the app’s energy. How would I even know if it had worked? I set the phone aside and distracted myself with a sports recap.
About half an hour later, a notification popped up. It was from the app, no text.
I opened the app, and two submenus had a red dot, as if indicating something was pending.
I clicked on "Current mood", and what I saw struck me as very strange—a gauge that said "Arousal" was almost completely full.
A wave of guilt hit me. Surely Emily was sleeping, and I wasn’t sure if the wet dream I had induced using the app would let her rest peacefully.
The other indicator with a red dot was 'Attraction towards the user'. The bar was halfway filled.
I paused, wondering if that was a lot or just a little. I chuckled to myself. I should have checked it before issuing the dream command.
I looked at the photos Emily had sent me once more. Then, after taking a shower and having dinner, I went to bed.