Oliver finds a weird magical app on his phone that gives him strange transformative challenges. The rewards seem interesting, but the punishments are not to be messed with.
The Challenge App – Ollie’s Finale [With Images]
Day 15 (and epilogue) The world swam into focus through a curtain of pale gold. My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw was a cascade of my own impossibly soft, blonde hair, splayed across the pillow beside me. I sat up, my body moving with a fluid, practiced grace that no longer felt…
The Challenge App – Ollie’s Finale [Text Only]
Day 15 (and epilogue) The world swam into focus through a curtain of pale gold. My eyes opened, and the first thing I saw was a cascade of my own impossibly soft, blonde hair, splayed across the pillow beside me. I sat up, my body moving with a fluid, practiced grace that no longer felt…
The Challenge App – Day 14 [With Images]
Day 14 I was pacing back and forth in the spare bedroom of Carl’s house, a caged animal in a beautiful, blonde, and deeply unfamiliar cage. The phone was a dead weight in my hand, a glowing black monolith of my own damnation. A text from my mom, sent an hour ago, burned on the…
The Challenge App – Day 14 [Text Only]
Day 14 I was pacing back and forth in the spare bedroom of Carl’s house, a caged animal in a beautiful, blonde, and deeply unfamiliar cage. The phone was a dead weight in my hand, a glowing black monolith of my own damnation. A text from my mom, sent an hour ago, burned on the…
The Challenge App – Day 13 [With Images]
Day 13 The first thing I did today was stare at my phone, the screen a glowing testament to my own, self-inflicted damnation and my hard-won, reckless victory. Forty-six gems. The number was a beacon, a promise, a finish line. Fifty. That was the magic number. Fifty gems to reverse it all. The breasts, the…
The Challenge App – Day 13 [Text Only]
Day 13 The first thing I did today was stare at my phone, the screen a glowing testament to my own, self-inflicted damnation and my hard-won, reckless victory. Forty-six gems. The number was a beacon, a promise, a finish line. Fifty. That was the magic number. Fifty gems to reverse it all. The breasts, the…
The Challenge App – Day 12 [With Images]
Day 12 I brushed a cascade of impossibly soft, golden blonde hair from my face and sat up from Carl’s spare room bed, my body moving with a fluid grace that had become second nature. The heavy, magnificent weight of my breasts settled into the cups of the simple cotton bra I’d stolen from Sandra’s…
The Challenge App – Day 12 [Text Only]
Day 12 I brushed a cascade of impossibly soft, golden blonde hair from my face and sat up from Carl’s spare room bed, my body moving with a fluid grace that had become second nature. The heavy, magnificent weight of my breasts settled into the cups of the simple cotton bra I’d stolen from Sandra’s…
The Challenge App – Day 11 [With Images]
Day 11 The world bled into existence through a haze of unfamiliar scents and textures. The sheets were too soft, the thread count a hundred leagues above my own worn-out cotton. The air smelled of expensive, anonymous soap and the faint, lingering trace of a man’s cologne. And then I moved, a lazy morning stretch,…
The Challenge App – Day 11 [Text Only]
Day 11 The world bled into existence through a haze of unfamiliar scents and textures. The sheets were too soft, the thread count a hundred leagues above my own worn-out cotton. The air smelled of expensive, anonymous soap and the faint, lingering trace of a man’s cologne. And then I moved, a lazy morning stretch,…
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