1% more 2/2

Isacc sat at his desk, staring at the glowing screen. The offer burned in his mind.

The power to make anyone desire you more.

Cost: 25% Breast Development.

His hands were clammy. His heart pounded. Breasts. That wasn’t like losing body hair or trading his feet. This would be permanent, visible. Anyone who saw him shirtless would notice. Hell, maybe even under clothes.

But the promise… anyone desire you.

He imagined walking into a party, people drawn to him. Girls who never gave him a second glance. Guys staring, wanting. Professors, bosses, strangers. That kind of power was intoxicating.

He whispered, “It’s just twenty percent. Not… not real boobs.”

He tapped Yes.

The change was immediate. Heat surged through his chest, nipples tightening as if someone pinched them. His pecs swelled subtly, pushing against his shirt. The flat lines softened, a roundness blooming beneath the fabric. He gasped, clutching himself as if to stop it.

When it stopped, he stumbled to the mirror. His reflection made his stomach twist. His chest wasn’t flat anymore. Small mounds curved outward, barely an A-cup, but undeniably feminine. His nipples looked different too, darker, sensitive, almost begging for touch.

He pulled his shirt tight. From some angles, he could still pass as flat. But he knew the truth.

That night, when he walked into a bar, the effect was instant. Eyes turned. Conversations slowed. A girl at the counter giggled when he brushed past. Even the bartender leaned closer than usual, pupils dilated.

It worked. They all wanted him.

And the rush… the rush was like a drug.

The next week was hell. Or heaven. He couldn’t decide.

Everywhere he went, people noticed him. Professors called on him more often, smiling like they were impressed just by his presence. Friends laughed at his jokes harder than they used to. Strangers lingered, flirted, touched his arm without hesitation.

But there was another problem: his body.

His ass was unmistakably round now. His hips had a subtle sway. His chest pushed against his T-shirts, nipples brushing fabric in ways that made him flinch.

One night, his roommate Ryan squinted at him. “Bro, have you been working out or something? You’re looking… uh…” Ryan trailed off, eyes darting to Isacc’s chest, then away quickly.

Isacc panicked. He laughed too loud. “Yeah, man, just… trying some new stuff.” He turned away before Ryan could look longer.

But inside, shame mixed with heat. His cock throbbed as he thought about Ryan staring at his budding curves. He hated himself for liking it.

Then came the next trade.

Guaranteed to be kissed passionately by anyone you choose.

Cost: 15% Fuller Lips.

Isacc swallowed hard. His lips were already softer than before. He’d noticed it in the mirror, how they seemed shinier, plumper. Adding more…

But the idea of choosing anyone… his mind immediately flashed to Ryan. To the bartender. To his professor. The thought of commanding that desire…

He pressed Yes.

His lips tingled, swelling slowly. The outline grew lush, kissable, undeniably feminine. He licked them by instinct and moaned softly at the sensitivity.

The next day, he tested it. He whispered to a girl in his class, “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, she leaned in, pressing her mouth to his. Tongue slipping between his glossy lips. The magic worked.

When he pulled away, his cock was painfully hard, but his body trembled at how natural it felt.

The trades escalated.

Smoother voice for a thousand-dollar bonus at work.

Thinner waist in exchange for social influence.

Longer hair for immunity to hangovers.

Each time, he swore it would be the last. Each time, he gave in.

His reflection no longer looked like “just a guy.” His chest swelled into a small but visible bust. His waist tapered, hips flared subtly. His lips, his skin, his hair, all screamed softness, allure, femininity.

And he was hooked.

The app never stopped offering. Never stopped tempting. And Isacc… was beginning to wonder if he’d ever stop saying yes.