None of them, of course

No, not happening. Whatever was going on was fucking freaky, and Cindy wasn't having any of it. She'd probably gotten hacked, or some elaborate trap was being played on her. Regardless of which of the two it was, she wasn't remotely interested. Cindy simply exited the app, and closed it - at which point her phone immediately buzzed angrily, a notification dropping down from the top of her screen.

[Players must always select their punishments. Bad Girl! Punishment Applied: Mouthful of Lies]

Okay, but - what the fuck?

Cindy scowled a little at her phone for a moment, before simply opting to put it down. She'd have to ask one of her techier friends for some help, lest she wanted to splurge for overpriced of the more corporate variety. Nah, not doing that.

Cindy instead went to engage in some activities which might bore a hypothetical reader to elaborate on - her dishes needed to be done, for starters, because like she often had she'd left them pile up a bit longer than she probably should have. Late nights tied to fences and trees tended to result in stacks of pizza boxes piling up one-by-one. Which wasn't ideal, but - it was what it was. She did get around to it, for once, though - and while she was at it, she got through a whole slew of chores. Some guy she'd never met before came over to buy a charger, whom she had no issues saying no to. She'd done that mistake before, multiple times, and it always led to her having to buy herself a new one. The rest of the evening did indeed by rather uneventfully - one might indeed wonder what'd happened if she'd chosen a punishment on prank-app. Cindy even did herself, as she was tucking herself in for bed - giving it another look-over before she put her phone on the nightstand.

And turned off the lights.

By the next morning, she'd more or less forgotten all about the weird app that'd self-installed itself on her phone. She only recalled it when she considered making a purchase - it didn't seem like the best idea to put in any kind of credit card information on a seemingly broken phone. Nor use any s. Or-

Ah, she really did need to get it fixed, didn't she? With a sigh, Cindy conceded. She could send it for repair at the local shop on her way to the meeting her pro-feminism group had today - planning almost a half-year ahead of time for the next women's march, as well as how to incorporate the various clubs, companies and pro-women entities that wanted to contribute in various forms.

Clad in a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a burgundy hoodie, Cindy's sneaker-clad feet tapped along the pavement downtown as she made her way towards the one tech shop she at least semi-trusted to not overprice everything like a mechanic on steroids. A little bell rang as she entered the mostly-empty store full of TV's and - indeed - radios. A few speakers and the likes mounted in the back, but for the most part, this little place - Sal's Electronics' - had that cozy retro-vibe, the kind that induced a nostalgia for a time one barely had seen. A simpler time, before smartphones, social media, before porn took over the brains of the youth to irreversibly skew their view of women-

"Can I help you?", a blonde, youngish, maybe-30-something girl asked. She wore a light pink top and a pair of slim-fit white jeans that matched her boots. "I'm Sally.", the woman explained. Cindy blinked - here she'd assumed another store driven entirely by a man, potentially the kind that just happened to exclusively hire pretty young girls - and look how wrong she was! Cindy produced a delighted smile, and pulled out her phone.

"Yes! Do you do repairs here? I was, uh-" Ah, she hadn't prepared a story, had she...

"Uh, yeah. I think my phone got hacked? Yesterday there was this app that I'd never seen before, and - it was... weird? Like, asked me to do things."

The woman looked at her with a slightly confused, yet kind smile - clearly making an effort to understand, albeit in the same way that one might do when a less technologically proficient person complains about the internet being broken (turned off).

"Uhm. I don't know. Could you look at it? I didn't touch the app or anything, so...", she lied.

Had she been slightly sharper, she might even connect the dots faster - because all of a sudden, her mouth fell full. Her cheeks bulged outwards, and her tongue was absolutely assaulted by - by an awful taste she hadn't tasted in so long- it was - slimy, thick, salty, it was-

Cindy went wide-eyed, and before she had a chance to think about it, almost instinctively, she spat out the entire mouthful of mancream which had just materialized in her mouth - a lot of it went straight down, in thick, slimy globs that fell down onto her hoodie with scattered droplets decorating her pants - whilst the woman in front of her, too, had a small shower sprayed onto her - though the sudden expulsion of seed did, indeed, make her scream. Understandably, of course.

Cindy screamed herself, and almost instinctively reached up with a hand to wipe her mouth and chin - which were, indeed, both slimy and _sticky. "_Oh my god..", she mumbled, feeling the intense taste of semen still lingering upon her tongue, as if it was clinging to it. "I- I have to go.", Cindy excused herself, to the understandably shocked and disgusted-looking shopkeeper - before she ran out, with an aroma of semen clinging to her. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the-

Her phone buzzed. Shocked, and with enough adrenaline pumping through her body to let lift a very small car, she looked down at it. It was a notification from- from her app. The self-installing virus/prank-app with a miniature Cindy. The- What? The app did this?!

[Mouthful Of Lies: Whenever you tell a lie, your mouth will fill up with semen], it read.

Cindy's heart was racing. What?! An- An app couldn't do that, even, that was- that wasn't even possible.

What?!

She had to- she had to try. She had to be sure. And she had to get out of here, and get back, and - and get a change of clothing. Shit! Cindy marched over towards a nearby alleyway, making sure it was empty - just her, a dumpster, and a sound she attributed to a pseudo-distant rat. She spat on the ground, grimacing as she **** her tongue to swab around inside her mouth before she could spit it all out once more. She did this a few times in total, before looking at the phone again - considering - before, indeed, her need to know got the better of her.

"The sky is green.", she whispered quietly -and the second she'd closed her mouth, it filled back up with warm, salty cockslime, which she once more spat out - this time, just a little bit more prepared, leaning forwards and letting pour out, which it did, in slow globs with strings hanging. She coughed a few times - accidentally causing a pseudosuction that yanked some more cocksnot back into her mouth - and the back of it, too, which prompted another grimace. God, it's so - it was so sticky! Like, actual _slime. _She raised her hands to try and scrape off the layer of translucent-ish lipgloss that now clung to her lips, spitting a few times at the ground for extra measure - where it now looked like someone had jerked off not only once, but a few times at least. That was an absurd fucking volume...

Okay, fine. So - she couldn't lie, because the self-installing app was angry about it, was that it?

Cindy pulled up her phone, where a smug pixelated version of herself licked her lips at her. At the top of the screen, a red text box was hovering, with black-and-yellow warning stripes underneath.

[Active Punishment: Mouthful Of Lies. To remove: Swallow the cum from 10 strangers, OR win a Round]

Well, fuck. She didn't have a choice, did she? She couldn't - should she do it here? She gazed out the back alley, where a person walked by only once every few moments. It was- it was pseudoprivate. Maybe it'd be better to do the game here, than to risk running into someone. Shit. Fine, okay, yeah.

Looking down at her sweater - and the damage already done - she wiped her hands on the sides of it, before pulling up her phone again, and tapping the [Play] button, making the little pixelated version of herself jump with joy. The same board from before appeared - gems in need of matching, flanked by both a ticking timer and a score tracker.

The game was about as easy as she could it being - which is to say, it wasn't easy at all. If anything, it seemed harder now that she was actually trying to get the score needed to cleanse the effect - and past the slight sheen of stickiness on her phone, a red popup notification and an angry klaxon-esque buzzing noise emerged from her phone, much like it had the first time - informing her that indeed, she'd failed the game.

"Fuck!", Cindy yelled, prompting a erby to throw a glance into the alley - from which the semi-stained Cindy glared back at him. "Not you, there's nothing to see here...", Cindy informed him - earning a set of rolled eyes before they continued walking - and, indeed- another mouthful of jizz materializing right in her mouth, causing her to spit it back out with a shudder, dragging her cum-glazed fingers down her tongue, trying to scrape it off. "Fuck! Ew!", she complained, spitting a few more times at the ground for good measure, before checking her phone again...

[Choose A Punishment]

Horny Handlebars

No Spitting Allowed

Dumb For Cum