Bounce.EXE

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The email looked harmless enough. "Free Workout App! Get the body you deserve!" You clicked the download link without thinking, installing the program that promised "revolutionary results."

The first bounce was an accident. You dropped your phone and bent to pick it up, your ass jiggling slightly in your yoga pants, and suddenly you felt it, a surge of pleasure so intense you gasped, your pussy clenching as a mini-orgasm rippled through you. What the fuck?

You tested it. Jumped once. The bounce of your tits sent another wave of ecstasy crashing through your body, making your knees weak. Again. Harder. Each jiggle, each bounce of flesh triggered more pleasure, building exponentially.

Within an hour you were addicted, jumping and bouncing frantically in your apartment, tits heaving, ass clapping, cumming over and over as your body became a pleasure factory. But the virus wasn't done. Each orgasm made you bouncier, tits swelling larger and softer, ass inflating into a massive bubble butt that jiggled with every breath, thighs thickening until walking made you cum from the bounce alone.

You tried to stop, tried to stay still, but your enlarged body betrayed you. Every movement triggered bouncing. Bouncing triggered pleasure. Pleasure made you move more. An inescapable cycle.

By day three you were massive. Tits like beach balls, an ass that barely fit through doors, and so sensitized that even your heartbeat made you jiggle enough to edge. You'd stopped wearing clothes because fabric friction made everything bounce too much.

Your roommate found you like that. A moaning, jiggling mess on the floor, unable to stop cumming, your body now 80% bounce, barely able to form words between orgasms. She tried to help, but when she touched you the jiggle made you explode, and a drop of your cum splashed on her phone screen.

The virus spread through contact. Your thoughts were gone... replaced with a need to bounce... bounce... bounce... BOUNCE. 



 

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