A is for App
by Pan
Chapter 5
When Finn woke up the next morning, he immediately checked the app. He still had more than twenty hours left on Level Two. His original plan had been to humiliate his mother for the entire duration, but after last night… after the long, almost sleepless night of tossing and turning at how his body had reacted to his mother’s outfits, her attitude. As he ed the soft moans of pleasure she’d made while hand-feeding him…
Maybe now was the time to be done with this app altogether. He could delete it and never think about it again. He could lose Control, graduate school on his own merits, move out of town, and never talk to his mother again.
He could find a normal girl, one who loved him. Who wasn’t related to him. Who wasn’t controlled by an app on his phone…
His finger paused above the delete button.
Or…
After all, he didn’t have to use the app sexually. Yes, that was clearly what it was designed for, but so what? TikTok had taught him that chainsaws were originally invented to assist in childbirth; the original intent didn’t have to be the only possible use case.
He didn’t have to dress his mother in slutty outfits, improve her curves, or even have her enjoy whatever humiliating tasks he had her do. He could use it to shut her up and do his chores, cook for him (though perhaps next time he’d eat it over a little more time), and just generally make his life easier.
He was the one in control, after all. Not Control. And, for the first time in his life, not his mother. Did he really want to give that up?
Opening the Clothing tab, Finn saw that when he’d sent his mother to bed the previous night, she’d changed into pajamas. He scrolled through the outfits for a few minutes, ignoring the slutty outfits, and soon chose something for her to wear to work—a conservative navy suit and matching blouse. He even added makeup, though nothing too dramatic.
Her hair was still longer than she usually wore it, but Finn pulled it back in a ponytail. He even went into the body outfit to turn down her curves… though he couldn’t bring himself to take the slider all the way back to where she’d started. Her original form now looked almost cartoonishly slender, like a model from a fashion magazine.
Even though she’d only had curves since the previous evening, they looked more natural on her than her starting point. Especially with her longer hair, the makeup, and the clothes he’d chosen for her. He just hoped that the changes were subtle enough that no one at work would notice anything.
Finn ordered his mother to cook pancakes for breakfast (he could have demanded Mega Breakfast, but he worried it would make both of them late) and to drive him to school (he usually walked or caught the bus). As she dropped him off, he swore to himself that he wasn’t going to think about her for the rest of the day.
His first class was geography, and as he sat next to Jenny, Finn used his classmate as a distraction. Rather than fixate on his mother, he started picturing what could’ve been. His classmate’s curvaceous, firm rotating on his phone screen instead of his Mom’s, allowing him to dress Jenny as he chose. As a harem slave, a busty cheerleader, or any other fantasy he might have. He could’ve ordered her to massage his feet, then move her soft hands up his thighs. He could’ve ordered her to enjoy it, watched her gasp and moan with pleasure as she touched him, as her hands ran across his skin.
It wasn’t hard to imagine what the next levels of the app looked like—Jenny could’ve been naked, kneeling in front of him, allowing him to grope and grasp her boobs like stressballs. He could have her sit on his lap and jerk him off, moaning with pleasure as she brought him to orgasm.
Finn’s mind went wild as their teacher droned on, until he was startled from his reverie by Jenny asking him a question.
“You okay?” she whispered, leaning closer.
“Uh… ”
His heart was pounding, and he was hard as a rock, but he figured — he hoped—that wasn’t what she was asking.
“Um, yeah,” he whispered back. “Why?”
“You were staring at me,” she said, the tip of her nose turning pink. “I thought… ”
He could feel her looking at him, and he knew she probably knew precisely why he was staring at her.
Well, not exactly why. But when a teenage boy stares at a girl in class, she probably has a good idea why.
“I thought I might have something on my face,” she replied, rubbing her cheek self-consciously.
Oh. Maybe not.
“No,” he said with a smile. “Sorry. I was just… I was just distracted.”
“I do hope my teaching isn’t interrupting your conversation,” Ms. Yadamec said, a smile in her voice. Finn and Jennifer looked up at her—Jenny blushed a deep red, but Finn grinned back at his favorite teacher.
He liked geography, partially because he was a visual learner, partially because he loved making maps for his various video game ideas, but mostly because of Ms. Yadamec. She was not only a good teacher (a rarity even in the expensive school Finn went to), but she joked around with her students—especially the students like Finn who enjoyed the class.
And it didn’t hurt that she was attractive. She stood about 5′6, with blonde hair that stopped at her shoulders. Though she wasn’t as curvy as Terrance’s mother or Jenny, she had wide hips and a nice chest. The clothing she wore to class was modest and professional, but Finn had spent many a class imagining she was wearing something sexy underneath.
While jerking off, he’d often picture his teacher wearing lacy lingerie beneath her teaching outfit; matching sheer bra and panties, or even a garter belt with stockings. There were plenty of fantasies he could come up with for Ms. Yadamec, and he wondered if his classmates did the same thing.
As the class continued, Finn happily turned his attention to this teacher. She was wearing a dress, though not like the one Finn had dressed his mother in the previous night. It wasn’t low-cut or tight, and went almost to the floor. And, as usual, she was wearing no makeup, letting her freckles show.
Ms. Yadamec continued teaching them about mountain ranges, and Finn fantasized about reprogramming Control to make his teacher the target instead. Changing her outfit as she taught—dressing her up like a slutty secretary, or a nurse, or even a nun. Maybe he could have her teach in a bikini, or nothing at all.
He thought about having her strip in front of the class, play with herself while he watched. While the whole class watched. He could order her to wrap her delicate fingers around his dick, jerk him off while she explained the difference between high mountains and low mountains to the class…
… or maybe he could have both of them. Maybe both his teacher and his crush could share him, kissing each other as they played with his hardness, as they each took turns sucking him off.
“So, Mr Finn,” Ms. Yadamec asked, breaking Finn’s daydream. “Are you planning on staying here for the entire lunch break, or did you think you’d find somewhere else to eat?”
Finn blinked twice. He’d been so lost in his sexual fantasy, he hadn’t noticed the class ending and everyone else leaving. He blushed, accidentally knocking his book off the desk in his hurry to get up.
“S-sorry, Ms. Yadamec,” he stammered, and she shot him a grin as he picked them up.
“I’ll take it as a compliment,” she joked. “You like my class so much, you don’t want to leave.”
Finn was still blushing when he left the classroom and made his way to the cafeteria. As he walked, he pulled out his phone, his fingers instinctively moving to Control, opening the app for the first time since he’d left the house that morning.
He stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway, causing a freshman to run into him. “Asshole!” the kid muttered, but Finn didn’t even it.
Two things had caught his eye: firstly, the timer had stopped. It seemed it wasn’t only sleep that interrupted his hours, but also school. Or perhaps it was just time away from his mother.
Secondly, there was a new button: one that hadn’t been there that morning.
Rent.
Finn glanced around the hallway; no one seemed to be paying him any attention as he hit the button. The instructions appeared on-screen:
Choose an additional target.
Finn’s eyes widened. This was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He could replace his mother as Control’s target, enjoy all the benefits without any of the conflict. If he switched his preference to Jenny—or Ashley— or hell, Ms. Yadamec— he could take full advantage of them, guilt-free.
Without hesitation, he hit the button.
“Time with a new target costs 5 hours per hour. Continue?”
Finn wrinkled his nose, trying to parse what it meant, before giving up and hitting ‘Continue’. He didn’t know what it meant to pay five hours per hour (his math quiz had somehow failed to cover that), but whatever it was, he knew it would be worthwhile.
Three options appeared on his phone’s screen:
- Jennifer.
- Ms. Yadamec.
- Ashley.
Each option was tempting for different reasons, but after a brief internal debate, Finn chose the first option.
“5 hours deducted. Your hour starts now.”
A one-hour timer appeared, along with a small model of the schoolgirl. She was wearing exactly what she’d been wearing in class: a bulky sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Like Ms. Yadamec, Jenny was wearing no makeup. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail; she either didn’t care about how she looked, or—more likely—cared deeply about how she looked, and dressed to divert attention away from her.
There were two options below the spinning form— ’Hairstyle’ and ‘Clothing’, just like he’d had for Level One with his mother. No ‘Curves’ option (not that there was anything Finn would’ve changed about the teenage girl’s body anyway)… and then, at the bottom of the menu, a greyed-out option:
“Permanently Switch Target”.
This was it! This was what Finn had been looking for. A way to move the app off his mother, and onto someone his own age. Someone whose body he could enjoy to his heart’s content.
He pressed the button, and a notification appeared, one he’d seen before:
Request denied. Level restriction reached.
Finn’s heart beat faster. If he could more classes and get to higher levels, he could switch the app from his mother to Jenny. She could be the one whose outfits he controlled, the one who served as his personal slave, completely at his command.
And until then… he could rent her.
The timer was still counting down, and Finn realized he was wasting precious time. He’d spent five hours—whatever that meant—to gain one hour with Jenny, and he’d already used up far too much of it poking around the options.
Finn made his way to the cafeteria and found her sitting alone at a table. Not for the first time, he felt sorry for Jennifer—with her body, she could’ve had any guy at the school, but for some reason she covered herself up and hid from the world.
Skipping the lunch line, Finn made his way to her table.
“Hey,” he said with a confident smile.
“Uh, hi,” she smiled back.
“Mind if I you?”
She shook her head. “Not at all.”
“Move over,” he ordered, and the phone buzzed in his pocket. Jenny had a confused look on her face as she scooted over, and Finn sat down beside her.
“There’s room on the other side,” she said hesitantly, and Finn shook his head.
“I want to sit here,” he said. She didn’t say anything in response, just continued to stare at him, a look of confusion on her face. “I’m going to ask you some questions—answer me completely honestly.”
“O-okay,” she said, not noticing the buzz of Finn’s phone in his pocket.
“Why are you sitting alone?”
“Because I don’t have many friends,” she answered, her eyes widening at her own bluntness.
“Why not?” Finn asked.
Jenny’s cheeks reddened, and she shrugged. “Everyone thinks I’m weird.”
“You’re not weird,” Finn said instantly. He couldn’t imagine anyone thinking Jenny was weird. She was pretty, smart—and, unlike some of the student body, wasn’t controlling her mother’s actions with an app. “Why do you think you’re weird?”
“I dunno… " she mumbled, shaking her head. “I think I’m different than other girls—”
“Different how?” Finn interrupted.
“Well… I mean, my dad died when I was younger, and my Mom drinks a lot.”
The young girl’s cheeks were now burning red as she unwillingly shared her secrets with her classmate. Finn’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything as she continued.
“I’m very shy with boys,” she said. “I don’t… I don’t want to end up like my Mom.”
“I hear that,” Finn replied, before realizing that they were talking about entirely different situations.
“And I worry that if anyone comes over, they’ll know that… my Mom… ”
Jenny trailed off, and Finn didn’t say a word. A tear was now running down his classmate’s face, and he wasn’t sure what he could say to comfort her, or how to make her feel better.
And then he realized: he did. He knew exactly how to make her feel better.
“Feel better,” he ordered. His phone buzzed, and the busty young brunette immediately stopped crying, her lips slowly curling into a smile.
“You’re not weird,” he continued. The phone didn’t buzz at that— it was more of a statement than an order. “Don’t feel weird.”
Buzz. Jenny nodded.
“Be more confident,” he said, and she nodded once more. As she straightened her back, Finn realized—she was constantly hunching, trying to hide herself. He’d never noticed before, but the shy girl from his geography class was tall, almost as tall as he was.
And with her back straightened, her tits pushed up against her sweater, showing them off beautifully.
Finn cleared his throat, distracted momentarily by the girl’s huge tits. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Y-yeah,” she replied, still smiling. And then she giggled.
“I want you to feel like this all the time,” he instructed, and her smile faded slightly. The app still buzzed, and he was briefly confused at her resistance.
“Hold on a second,” he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
Request outside parameters.
Ah. Of course. He couldn’t give future orders.
He tapped the notification away and saw that he only had forty-five minutes remaining.
Looking around the crowded cafeteria, he realized that there was only so much he could do here. “Do you know anywhere we could be alone?” he asked, and Jenny nodded.
“There’s a girl’s bathroom on the other side of the school,” she said, her cheerful tone faltering slightly. “I… I use it sometimes when I need to cry during lunch.”
“Don’t cry,” he said quickly; the app buzzed, and Jenny’s wide smile returned. “Anywhere else?”
“The music room on the second floor,” she said. “I have a key.”
“Why do you have a key?”
“I play flute,” she answered, and Finn realized how little he knew about his classmate.
“This one time, at band camp… " he quipped, but she just looked at him, confused but still smiling.
“Never mind,” he said, standing up. “Take me there.”
The phone buzzed in his hand as Jenny led him out of the cafeteria.
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