Poppy dialled the apartment number on the intercom and waited. Without a word, the door unlocked. She sighed and entered the building, of course Lucy didn’t need to check who was visiting, who would it be except for her. Climbing the stairs, she cursed Professor Harper for making this group project worth so much of the module’s final grade and not even having the grace to let students choose their own partners. Poppy was the top of her class and expected to be her year's valedictorian. Computer Science wasn’t her passion, but it’s where the money was and she was hard-working and studious which meant she got great results across the board. Lucy was clever too, but she was unfocused. She seemed to grasp the concepts in class faster than anybody, if she didn’t already know them, but when it came time to hand in an assignment, half the time it would be incomplete because she’d gotten distracted by a personal project. Poppy didn’t like Lucy, she didn’t consider herself to be judgemental but something about Lucy just creeped her out. The laptop she brought to class was covered in stickers of scantily clad anime girls and she was constantly muttering under her breath.

Poppy reached the door and knocked. She heard rustling from inside before an excited looking Lucy greeted her with a wide grin.  Poppy stopped herself from rolling her eyes at what Lucy was wearing, an ill-fitting, stained graphic tee and some pajama shorts. She shouldn’t have expected anything else. Her hair was greasy and unkempt, kept out of her face with a hair band. Lucy compared her own appearance to the slob in front of her. In contrast, she was wearing one of her more formal blouses and a comfortable, yet sensible, pair of jeans. She had her dark brown hair tied neatly in a pony-tail and she had actually washed her face this week, which didn’t seem to be the case for Lucy. Trying her best to mask her displeasure, Poppy forced a smile.

“Lucy, hi. Thanks for hosting this, can I come in?” she asked politely. Poppy wasn’t actually thankful. She had wanted to work on their assignment in the library but all of the private rooms had been booked and Lucy had insisted that without one she wouldn’t be able to work. Since Poppy had flatmates, the only alternative was for Poppy to spend time in whatever pigsty Lucy called home.

After being gestured inside, Poppy looked around. A studio flat, it was messy. Takeout bags and dirty clothes covered most surfaces, leaving only the desk chair and sofa as viable places to sit. The coffee table was covered in energy drink cans and the whole room had a stale smell of sweat. Lucy didn’t seem the type to exercise much and Poppy tried not to think of what she did in here to work up a sweat. Before Poppy could take her place on the sofa, Lucy started to speak.

“I know you came here so we could work on our assignment together- and we will! But I’ve been working on this little game and I was wondering if you could playtest it for me..? It should only take five minutes!” The weird girl seemed desperate, whatever this was, it was clearly important to her and Poppy couldn’t risk upsetting the volatile programmer and having her sulk for the rest of the day. Despite having no real interest in games, or Lucy, Poppy obliged and was led to the desk where the game was waiting for her.

“Okay so, you move with this, and let me just put these on you,” Lucy said as she handed her the controller and slipped the headphones over her ears. “It’s a pretty basic game, I think you’ll figure it out!” Lucy was clearly excited, she had a strange enthusiasm that made Poppy nervous, though she couldn’t tell why.

Wiggling the joystick and pressing some of the buttons allowed Poppy to suss out the controls quickly. The game seemed like one of those Space Invader shoot-em-ups, but instead of a spaceship, Poppy was controlling a busty anime girl. She scoffed, typical, even the games Lucy made were perverted. The game was boringly simple, dodge the occasional bullet and shoot the occasional enemy; after a few minutes though Poppy startled as the screen flashed pink and white and a jarring tone played in her ears. She went to remove her headphones but got distracted by the flickering colours on the screen. The colour pink seemed to seer her eyes and the flashing aligned with the vague pulsing sound in her ears. She only meant to stare for a second but by the time she snapped out of her stupor and finally removed her headphones, a noticeable amount of drool had gathered on her bottom lip. Flustered, she wiped it off as Lucy apologised for what had just happened.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! That’s a glitch I’ve been getting occasionally. I’ll patch it out and maybe email you an .exe later so you can play the full game later?” Her initial apology struck Poppy as insincere but the request to play the game seemed pathetically genuine. She sighed, knowing she would probably have to spend some of her free time playing this loser’s game to keep her temperamental mood from ruining the project.

Lucy fetched drinks for both of them and they both set up on the couch. To the relief of Poppy, it was finally time to work on their assignment. Poppy started looking through her laptop to find the plan she’d written up for what to work on today but she was interrupted before she could find it.

“I’ve written some code already- I thought you might want to have a look? It’s handling user input right now. My implementation of all the required techniques isn’t complete but it works!” Lucy announced happily. 

Poppy groaned. That was not in the plan

Whatever, screw the plan, Poppy thought. If Lucy wanted to do more of the work than was agreed upon, Poppy wasn’t going to stop her-  even if she would probably spend just as much time cleaning up Lucy’s code as she had taken to write it. They’d already set up a git so Poppy got Lucy’s new changes and started to browse through what had been written. Lucy must be a worse programmer than she had thought because she was struggling to understand what most of this code did. Poppy went to scold Lucy for not sticking to the agreed upon formatting standards before she realised that she had actually followed them pretty well. Odd, thought Poppy, why was she having such a hard time parsing this code? Before she could start to feel insecure she noticed a mistake and pounced on the chance to prove herself better than the freak.

“Lucy, you’ve initialised this pointer on line 231 but you’ve totally forgotten to deal with it when you’re done. Professor Harper is really strict so we can’t have any memory leaks.” Poppy tried to seem genuine and helpful while issuing her correction though she couldn’t help but feel comforted by her superiority, a lot of her classmates just couldn’t wrap their heads around pointers like she could.

“It’s actually a smart pointer… You don’t need to manually delete it! When it goes out of scope it does its own memory management,” Lucy snickered good naturedly. “I thought you were the smart one, Poppy!”

Poppy blushed despite herself. She was embarrassed she’d made such a basic error. She was embarrassed Lucy had essentially called her dumb. She was embarrassed that Lucy’s dig had made her feel strange in a way she didn’t want to think about.

“You’re right though, Harper is a bitch so we have to actually try with this project,” Lucy seemed to be trying to comfort Poppy, it was a nice sentiment even if her use of bitch didn’t mesh with Poppy’s sensibilities. “I have this idea for meeting all her criteria without actually having to pull any all-nighters, so…” Lucy continued. She started talking about the technical details of her plan but Poppy just couldn’t follow what she was saying. Maybe she was enunciating poorly, Poppy thought, but even she knew she was making excuses for herself. Instead of stressing though, she started to examine the lanky slacker who was animatedly explaining in front of her.

Her lips stood out. They were round, despite being untouched by any makeup Poppy’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on them, her face was actually a lot nicer than she had given her credit for originally. In fact, Lucy was a lot more attractive than she had initially thought. She was a mess, that was certain, but her hair, no matter how greasy, framed her face cutely. Her loose tee draped over her body in a way that made Poppy blush. Due to her excited gesticulation, sometimes a sleeve would fly up revealing an armpit, Poppy found something about that attractive and she chided herself, her thoughts were getting weird. Maybe Lucy was a bad influence.

“... Poppy?” Lucy asked, tilting her head quizzically. Poppy tried to get her bearings, what had Lucy been talking about? 

After spending a few moments with her mouth agape trying to recap the last few minutes, Poppy had to sheepishly ask “Sorry, what was the question?”

“I asked what you thought of my idea, silly!” Poppy blushed once more at Lucy’s belittling tone. She thought she’d heard a few of the things Lucy had said, and since she was the smartest person in class she was sure she could piece together a satisfactory answer.

“So… I think it’s good! We should, like, try to make sure we meet all that bitch’s requirer-requirements by making sure we use the smart pointer and stuff!” As soon as Poppy stopped talking, she started screaming internally. That answer was awful. It hadn’t addressed the majority of Lucy’s points and her normal eloquent and deliberate language had been peppered with filler-words and vulgarity. The worst part was that, while she had been speaking, she had thought that she was giving a worthwhile answer. She tried to make excuses for herself: it was hot in Lucy’s flat, and it seemed to be getting hotter. Maybe she was distracted because of that? In fact, that must be it, her chest was feeling irritated and tight, how could she be expected to answer intelligently in conditions like this? Poppy was relieved to come to this conclusion, not only did it explain her prior behaviour but it offered a clear solution. Undo one or two buttons on her blouse! Not only would this cool her off, it would relieve some of the odd pressure she could feel on her breasts.

Casually, Poppy undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Though, any intended subtly was lost when she blissfully sighed in relief. That was so much better. Poppy grinned as she started to speak before stopping suddenly. Lucy had a strange look in her eyes, eyes that were staring directly at her newly uncovered boobs.

“What are you looking at?” She asked, attempting to inject some venom into her voice but failing to speak with anything but a hint of playfulness. Lucy blushed and stammered, clearly not expecting to be called out. Poppy tried to feel contempt at the creepy girl in front of her but instead she was seized with an urge she couldn’t explain.

“Do you like my… top, Lucy?” She purred as she slid closer to Lucy on the sofa. 

Poppy blinked and realised what she was doing. Her face grew tomato red as she started stammering while thinking of ways to quickly change the subject. She remembered that the plan she had made featured some steps that hadn’t yet been brought up by Lucy and explaining them would be the perfect distraction from her unusual behaviour.

“Sorry, um, I mean- So I made this plan, while I was at home, right? So it was about how me and you could alloca- like, share the work between us! Obvs we’re both doing the codey stuff but um. You could…” The tongue-tied girl trailed off, a strand of hair had fallen into her view and she couldn’t help but be distracted by it. Did it seem… lighter? Her hair fell solidly into the “dark brown” category but looking at it now it almost seemed blonde. Besides, her hair was tied into a neat, tight ponytail. How had a strand come loose anyway? She stared at the hair, confused, until she realised she was staring with her mouth in an O shape, while she was almost cross eyed. She blushed and dismissed her concerns. The lighting in this flat was weird so of course her hair seemed oddly coloured. And, she’d been sweating a lot and wiggling a little in her seat, which must be what caused some hair to come loose.

Happy with her explanation, she smiled vacantly at Lucy, unaware that she had been in the middle of a sentence before getting distracted. Sitting in the comfortable silence that had filled the room, Poppy felt a wave of tiredness pass over her. She reached her arms above her head and stretched while yawning, unintentionally pushing out her chest. Doing so, she noticed her blouse had once again become uncomfortably tight. Without putting much thought into it, she undid a few more buttons on her blouse. While doing so, she noticed something- were her boobs getting bigger? She felt them and they definitely had more heft than she could remember. They felt more sensitive than they normally did too, she had to make a deliberate effort to stop groping herself. She didn’t feel concerned about this change, she assumed she must have just had an extra late growth spurt. She wasn’t an expert on boobs, maybe that could happen!

Lucy was blushing. Poppy couldn’t really tell what was causing the nervous girl to get so flustered. Maybe she was too warm, it was hot in here. Poppy wished that the other girl’s top also had buttons she could undo, maybe that way she could cool off too- and maybe it would let Poppy have a peek. Lucy started to talk, she was stammering. Clearly embarrassed, she was talking about boring technical details that Poppy couldn’t bring herself to care about. She decided to use this time to resume her admiration of the dork’s appearance. She was busy appreciating the way her pajama shorts clung to her porcelain thighs and how something seemed to be creating an appealing bulge in between Lucy’s legs when she was brought out of her reverie by a new discomfort. Her jeans were too tight! Unlike her blouse, this posed a serious problem. She couldn’t just undo a few buttons, she would either have to put up with the tightness or take them off completely. The latter being completely out of the question, the increasingly ditzy girl thought to herself. Although… Lucy was wearing shorts that barely covered half her thigh. Really, they weren’t much longer than the boring panties Poppy had put on this morning. Poppy had to seriously think, her brow furrowed. She really wanted to take off her jeans now and she was struggling to think of reasons not to: Lucy might stare, she seemed to be doing enough of that already but honestly, that wasn’t even really a negative. Poppy was beginning to like the way the stammering nerd was looking at her. Resolute, she interrupted her school partner.

“Do you, umm… mind if I, like, take off my jeans? They’re soooo tight. Please?” Poppy slurred and then broke into a stupid grin. Lucy blushed, attempted to stammer out an answer but ended up simply nodding furiously. Her clear embarrassment made Poppy giggle, she called Lucy a prude as she slipped out of her jeans. She moaned, relieved to be out of the fabric prison. She eyed the way Lucy was staring and giggled even more. She was having so much fun showing off! She would have to do this more. Attempting to be subtle, the newly confident girl shifted her posture to show off her ass. As she did so, she wondered if her ass had grown alongside her boobs, she must have been eating especially well recently.

Clearly flustered, the shy girl started talking about the project again. Poppy had had enough of her nonsense technobabble, she was so bored! She moved closer and put her finger to Lucy’s mouth, shushing her. She shut up immediately and began staring wildly at the former valedictorian. Her eyes darted from her newly plump lips to her bouncy tits, her soft round stomach to her peach-like ass. Leaning over her to shush her, Poppy was close enough to smell the sweat rising from the weird girl beneath her.

“See something you like?” she whispered.

This final taunt flipped a switch in Lucy’s brain. Her restraint snapped and she began grinning wildly. Gracelessly, she reached up and groped at the recently inflated chest in front of her. She cackled and Poppy moaned. Lucy started muttering something about “how good you turned out” but Poppy didn’t care enough to listen, the mauling of her titties just felt too good. Drooling, Poppy tried to compliment Lucy’s touch but all that left her mouth was a slurred exclamation of pleasure. This excited the crazed girl even more, hearing the formerly articulate prude reduced to a mumbling moaning slut was better than she would have ever thought.

She forcefully started to move the giggling bimbo to the bed, she couldn’t wait anymore. She needed to fuck her. Stripping off her shorts, freeing her erect girlcock, Lucy moved Poppy’s panties aside while the passive fuckdoll just moaned with pleasure. With little hesitation she began thrusting into Poppy’s wet hole. The room filled with moans, some airy and pink and some guttural and tinged with delirium. Poppy barely knew what was going on, all she knew was how good she felt. Her pussy was pulsing euphorically and the pretty girl thrusting into her was admiring her so intensely it made her feel even better. The smell of sweat and sex filled her nose as she tried to retrace her steps. She couldn’t remember how she had gotten into this delightful situation. 

She could remember being annoyed at the weird girl. Something about her being too smart maybe? She could be soo boring but that was okay, Poppy could just stare at her tits or pits while she was talking. Briefly, the memory of a university project floated through her head but she dismissed it with a giggle, Lucy was some kind of computer genius, why would they be working together? That stuff was soo hard. So was Lucy, maybe that’s why she liked it so much. Her vacant attempt to reminisce was interrupted by a feeling building between her legs. She was going to cum, soon. Her moaning grew louder and more wild, as if in harmony, Lucy’s did as well. As the pleasure crescendoed, and the orgasm christened Poppy into bimbohood, the only thought she could manage was how grateful she was to be with Lucy, and how excited she was to be with her more.