Chapter 2: Building Tension
It took me a while to fall asleep. The mystery surrounding the app kept me tossing and turning for a good part of the night. Every time I closed my eyes, questions flooded my mind. Where had it come from? Who created it? Why me? And, more importantly—what else could it do?
The next morning, the sounds of the city stirred me awake. Car horns, distant chatter, the occasional bark of a dog. It was Saturday. No office, no meetings, no deadlines. Just a free day ahead of me... and an app that I still didn’t fully understand.
I picked up my phone and opened the app, navigating to Emily’s profile. Her Current Status still showed a high arousal level. I wondered if she was already awake.
Curious, I tapped the Send a sexy photo to the user button and waited.
A couple of minutes passed with no response. Just as I was about to lock my phone, a message came through. The photo.
I opened it without hesitation, and there she was—still in her sleepwear, her hair slightly messy, yet incredibly attractive. A grimace of satisfaction was noticeable on his face, her forehead was all sweaty.
I watched the arousal meter and it started to decrease, which gave me the obvious conclusion of what was happening.
After chuckling mischievously, I decided to give Emily a few minutes to recover. In the meantime, I took a shower and sat down for breakfast. As I ate my freshly made eggs, I opened the app again. I browsed through some of the profiles that appeared—most of them were familiar. They were my neighbors from the building. And that was another thing that struck me as odd. Only women. Adult women.
But it was time to get back to testing. I returned to the modification menu and saw new recommendations.
- Walk sensually (50 energy)
- Hug the user enthusiastically when greeting or saying goodbye (10 energy)
- Increase attraction toward the user by 10% (150 energy)
The last recommendation piqued my curiosity. Nowhere in the app had I found a way to check my total energy, and the last indicator showed I only had 50 left. Why not? I thought and tapped the third option.
A confirmation message popped up, this time displaying 100/250. That’s when it clicked—the app seemed to replenish 200 energy points daily.
This third option sparked an idea. I typed into the text box: "Increase breasts size by 5%" and hit confirm.
This time, it worked—a confirmation message popped up, along with a new indicator: 50/250.
I chuckled at my discovery.
Wanting to see how the last modification had affected Emily, I pressed the button to request a sexy photo.
This time, the picture arrived—a provocative shot of her in a tight sports top, making me think she was getting ready for a workout.
Honestly, I couldn’t see any difference. Maybe a 5% change wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye.
As I stepped out of my apartment, I coincidentally ran into Emily.
"Hey, neighbor! How are you?" she said, her voice carrying a mix of nervousness and excitement.
"Good, how did you sleep?" I asked deliberately, knowing exactly what she had dreamed about.
Emily blushed even more. "Mmm, I dreamed about you… That’s what I get for texting before bed."
"Oh? Can I know what you dreamed about?" I pressed.
She shifted nervously. "Nothing… I don’t really remember," she replied, clearly avoiding the topic. Then, quickly changing the subject, she asked, "So, where are you headed? The gym?"
"Yeah, I go to the one at the plaza nearby."
"Oh, I’ve heard good things about that place. I go to the one around the corner—it’s for women only."
By then, we had reached the ground floor. As we said goodbye, she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
Her body was pressed against mine for just a moment, and I could feel the heat radiating off her. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I watched her walk away, her hips swaying gently, and I couldn't help but smile.
I made my way to the gym. I changed in the locker room, and as I was filling up my water bottle, I noticed a woman at the sinks nearby.
I made my way to the gym, changed in the locker room, and as I was filling up my water bottle, I noticed a woman standing by the sinks.
It was her—my gym crush.
A very sexy Latin woman with full, round breasts that seemed to defy gravity, and an ass that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods.
She was a personal trainer. I had seen her countless times before, always surrounded by clients, giving instructions with a mix of authority and warmth. Her dark hair was always tied back in a sleek ponytail, and her toned arms flexed subtly as she adjusted the weights for someone or demonstrated proper form.
I had never dared to approach her, let alone ask for her name. She seemed untouchable, like someone from a completely different world—one where I didn’t belong. At least, that’s how it used to be.
My routine usually started with 15 minutes of cardio on the elliptical, so I hopped on and settled into my pace. As my feet moved in steady rhythm, I pulled out my phone and opened the mysterious app once again.
There she was.
Raquel Rodríguez. 27 years old.
Her profile was now visible on my screen, complete with the 3D image—where she stood in perfect form. I skimmed the additional details, making a mental note to go over them in more depth later.
For now, my priority was simple: add her to my list.
I tapped the star icon, and within seconds, a confirmation message popped up.
"Target acquired. 3/5 remaining."
A slow grin spread across my face.
I tapped on the Modifications section, and a familiar interface greeted me. A blank text box, a list of preset recommendations.
I quickly scanned the suggestions.
Smile at the user more often (50 energy)
Feel curiosity toward the user (50 energy)
Hard nipples (50 energy)
I hesitated for a moment, my finger hovering over the second option. Curiosity was a powerful thing—it was the first step toward attraction, after all.
Without overthinking it, I tapped the button.
"Modification made. Energy: 0/250."
I stopped the elliptical and headed toward the weight section, making sure to pass in front of her on purpose. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught it—the slightest shift in her gaze as she followed my movement.
Interesting. What was going through her mind?
Still, nothing more happened. No sudden interactions, no unexpected conversations. I focused on my workout, starting with a routine targeting my upper body.
Again, I felt her eyes on me. This time, I turned my head slightly and met her gaze. I smiled.
She quickly looked away, pretending she hadn't been watching.
Not ready to engage just yet, huh?
I moved on to the lat pulldown machine, adjusting the weight stack before starting my reps. Focusing on my form, I pulled the bar down steadily, feeling the tension in my back muscles with each repetition.
After finishing my set, I felt a light tap on my back. I turned around to see her standing there.
I removed one of my earbuds to hear her.
"Hey, I'm Raquel," she said with a friendly smile.
"Mark," I replied.
"Mind if I give you a tip?" she asked.
"Sure."
She reached for the weight stack, adjusting it slightly. "Try it like this," she said, motioning for me to repeat the movement.
I followed her advice, feeling a difference in the motion. She nodded in approval and gave me a thumbs-up.
"Much better," she said.
"Thanks," I replied.
She flashed a quick smile before heading back to her client.
That was the only interaction we had that day.
After finishing my workout, I walked back to my apartment, stopping by a café to grab a baguette sandwich on the way.
The day passed without any major surprises. As the night came to a close, I activated the "have a wet dream about the user" command for Emily once again and got ready for bed, already thinking about how I would use the new energy I’d receive tomorrow.
This time, it was a message that woke me up—a smiling emoji followed by "Still asleep?" from Emily. Before replying, I activated the "send a sexy photo" command. Moments later, I received an enticing picture of her in a crop top, the angle deliberately emphasizing her cleavage.
Just like before, she deleted the photo within seconds. After it disappeared, I finally replied, "Yeah, just woke up."
"Lazy, huh?" she teased, adding a blushing emoji covering its eyes.
"Well, it’s Sunday," I defended myself.
"Wanna go for a run with me at the park and grab some breakfast after?"
"Sure, why not? Give me 15 minutes."
"OK," she replied.
I quickly jumped into the shower to wash off the sleep and threw on some sweatpants and a T-shirt.
After a warm greeting, we started running. Her pace was pretty solid—I could barely keep up. Noticing this, she flashed me a playful smile and teasingly urged me to keep going.
Once we finished, we headed to a small restaurant. After placing our orders, she excused herself to the restroom.
Seizing the moment, I pulled out my phone and opened the app to check the latest suggestions.
Give a blowjob to the user – 350 energy
Feel horny in the user’s presence – 70 energy
Improve overall body toning and definition by 10% – 120 energy
I stared at the suggestions, my fingers hovering over the screen. All three options were tempting, but the first one was grayed out. Maybe the app was telling me it was worth waiting instead of spending all my energy right away. With that in mind, I chose the second option. I tapped the screen, and almost instantly, a confirmation appeared, followed by a 130/200 indicator.
This time, the selection didn’t appear as a button but rather as a switch. It seemed that as long as it was turned on, the effect of the modification would remain active. For now, I left it off and waited for Emily to return.
We finished our meal, and on the way back to the building, I paused for a second to activate the switch. The effect wasn’t immediate, but a few steps later I did notice a change in her—her breathing grew slightly heavier, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks.
"You okay?" I asked, feigning concern, but my mind was racing with anticipation.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice a bit breathy. "Just... warm all of a sudden."
We continued walking, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt. The outline was clear, and I could see the effect of the app’s modification. It was subtle, yet unmistakable—her hard nipples were a testament to the app’s power.
We rode up to our floor, and as we reached our doors, Emily turned to me with a warm smile. “Thanks for a lovely morning, neighbor,” she said before wrapping her arms around me.
The hug lasted a little longer than usual, lingering just enough for me to notice. Then, as if snapping back to reality, she pulled away—but not before pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.
"See you soon," she said, her voice slightly breathless, before quickly retreating into her apartment and closing the door behind her.
I stepped inside my apartment and immediately opened the app, curious to see if there were any changes to Emily’s avatar.
After a brief pause, I tapped the command to request a sexy photo. A few seconds later, a selfie popped up—taken in her bathroom.
I could tell she was trying to distract herself, to shake off whatever sensations my presence had stirred in her.
I smirked, amused by the thought, before tossing my phone aside and letting myself fall onto the coach.
I turned on the TV to watch an American football game, still with some time to kill before lunch. During the halftime break, I checked the happiness meter—it was at a normal level.
Then, an idea crossed my mind. What would happen if I activated the command for her to dream about me right now? I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.
I hit the button.
It didn’t take long before the arousal meter began to shift, indicating that Emily was likely having a "pleasant" nap.
After flashing a mischievous grin, I entered Raquel’s profile—my gym crush.
I realized I knew almost nothing about her, so I started exploring. The app had an overwhelming number of submenus, each packed with details. It was clear that whoever designed this app had a very specific intent—one that was, without a doubt, sexual.
I had accidentally stumbled upon Emily’s profile section dedicated to her tits before, so out of curiosity, I did the same with Raquel’s.
Firmness, sensitivity, shape, size—there was even one labeled bounce. Bounce? I chuckled at how ridiculously explicit the menu was.
Then, something caught my eye. A small checkbox labeled Enhanced, already marked with a check. So, she’s had surgery, I thought, raising an eyebrow.
Several ideas crossed my mind for the modification text box, but I hadn't opened it yet. Without knowing the energy cost beforehand, I had no way of telling if they would work or how much energy they would consume.
I decided to keep it simple: "Increase nipple sensitivity by 200% when touched by the user." Since the original sensitivity level was close to zero, the change shouldn’t be too extreme, and hopefully, it wouldn't consume too much energy.
I tapped OK, and the confirmation appeared:
Modification applied. 100/200.
This time, there was no switch or activation button for the applied modification—it simply stayed in effect. I assumed that meant it was permanent. I decided to leave it as it was for now and conserve the remaining energy. And just like that, my Sunday came to an end.