Back to the Studio: Round Four

Spotlights blared overhead. A wave of noise crashed over Sophia. Her brain whirred to reprocess information that had entered it. Panic began to rise in her chest from the sheer overstimulation.

“Welcome back to the studio, everyone! What a show our contestant has put on for us this time. A slutty fashion show. Sexy photoshoots with the big sister. And who could forget all those blowjobs. Simply incredible.”

Sophia’s blood ran cold. The audience had seen all that? All these hundreds of people had seen the disgusting things that she’d done. She was still recovering from the last one. She could still feel Terry’s phantom cum on her tits. She could still feel his manhood sliding against her tongue.

“It seems our princess has truly found her calling. One taste of dick and she just cannot help but slide a fat one between her lips with every chance she gets. It doesn’t even matter who it belongs to. I can only imagine the response at the wedding reception as they watch through those torrid scenes.”

> No. No! Please stop!

Everyone she knew was going to see that? Her friends, her family… A-Alan?! He was going to see her cheating on him with her old friend from school, her best friend’s brother, his own best friend?! Her body grew shaky. She was starting to feel faint.

“And speaking of finding her true calling, what a revelation, hm? What a man of culture our man Alan is, eying the same magnificent jewels that drew us all to Sophia. It seems our groom-to-be was very pleased with the changes we made to his girlfriend. Our princess was so sure getting railed by her beau would give her the tiny tits she always wanted, only to find her beloved Prince Charming prefers her with those massive melons she’s so ashamed of. Talk about embarrassing.”

> Stop it! I-I can’t…!

“Let’s have another listen to the big reveal, shall we?”

Speakers blared through the studio, projecting Alan’s voice for all to hear.

“I’ve always had a thing for busty girls, princess… Very busty, I mean… That was the real reason I came over to talk to you.”

“S-Stop it! Please just stop it!”

It was all too much for Sophia. She collapsed to her knees with a cry, her dress billowing out across the floor. Teardrops fell from her eyes uncontrollably. Why was this happening to her?! What did she do to deserve being on this horrible show?! Why couldn’t she just have a happy life with a man who loved her truly as a person and not as the sex object these perverts wanted her to be?

From her side she heard Jack walking over. She didn’t have the strength to pull away as he stood looming over her, talking down to her in a condescending tone the audience couldn’t hear.

“What’s the matter, princess? Starting to realise that the whole world has always seen you as nothing but a walking pair of tits and that’s all you’ll ever be? Starting to accept what you were always meant to be? We all saw that wet dream you had involving me, getting railed all night long as you cried out how much you deserved what the show has done to you. It seems part of you is enjoying the role you have here on the show. I wonder if that part of you would like it if I pulled out my rod right here, force you to pleasure the man you hate most with those balloons you find so shameful?”

“S…Stop it… please…” Every word the cruel host delivered was an icicle to Sophia’s heart. “I-I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”

The man simply sneered at her plea, then projected his voice again for the whole studio to hear.

“It’s always most fun when our contestant resists what they’re becoming right until the very end. Luckily for our princess though, our little show can’t run so well with our contestant completely broken. At least, not this time around. That’s why we have a deal prepared to give our bimbo-in-training exactly what she’s always wanted.”

“A-A deal?”

The tears slowed for just a moment. Sophia wasn’t naïve enough anymore to trust anything Jack had to offer her, but right at that moment she was desperate for any faint glimmer of hope that her life could get better.

“Tell us, princess. How would you like it if your breasts really did shrink when you had sex with Alan just as you naively thought they would?”

“I… I would like that.”

Sophia was hesitant to respond as she looked up at him. It sounded too good to be true. She didn’t even dare to hope. Jack didn’t bother to look at her as he spelt out his offer.

“As we’ve all seen, our knight in shining armour’s subconscious desires reshape our princess’s Bolt-ons into the perfect, generous bosom that Bimbo or Billionaire has sculpted for her. We would like to offer a change to the terms of your Bolt-ons alteration, such that having sex with Alan will always return them to a much more ‘respectable’ F cup. Of course, we already promised to make no direct adjustments to Alan, so accepting our deal would be for our damsel to deny her boyfriend his sexual desires. If true love really is to conquer all, however, then Alan should be happy for his lover to have the body that she wants in lieu of living out his deepest fantasies.”

> E-Eff? He… He really means it?

Tears had stopped rolling down Sophia’s cheeks. Jack was truly offering her the very thing she’d always wanted, a life not dominated by the mountains she carried on her chest. F was almost too good to believe, still large by most standards but still smaller than Sophia had even come onto the show with. Her tits hadn’t been so small since she first left school. It was in a range she actually had a shot of living a normal life!

“Of course, we’re not offering this away for free. You fine members of the audience have been clambering for the return of Sophia’s lost breast alterations ever since they were claimed by a wayward roll of the dice. None have been missed more than Mommy Milkers, the alteration that has our darling’s lovely udders swelling with milk to be let out through sexual activity. You all wanted it back, and so here we are offering it to Sophia in exchange for making her dearest wish come true.”

Jack turned back towards Sophia, looking down at her like he was finally acknowledging she was part of the deal he wanted to make.

“Of course, we all know how much trouble your Mommy Milkers caused you last time you were blessed with them, so we’d like to sweeten the deal. We’ll be significantly slowing down the rate at which your udders fill up. Where before they almost trebled in size over the course of a week, this time around you can expect to gain around one cup size each day. The catch is that any milk expressed by your activities with Alan will be instantly replenished. I’m sure that won’t be an issue for a resourceful lady like yourself.”

> M… Mommy Milkers…

There it was, the price she’d have to pay for her dream to come true. Mommy Milkers, the alteration that had made her boobs swell up into boulders, the alteration that first caused her to cheat on Alan, giving a handjob to one of her mentees just to get her milk out. Now Jack was saying she’d be forced to do that again, that making love to her fiancé would not be a viable strategy to keep her boobs from ballooning out of control.

…But… still…

This was her one chance to get what she’d always wanted. When was the show ever going to offer the opportunity to shrink her tits again? If she didn’t take this now she might as well be accepting a life of being defined by her knockers. If she could just find a way to let her milk out… Jack had said it facetiously but there had to be a way if she just used her head. At the very worst it would take over a week for them to swell to the size they were right now. She could arrange for Jason to help her out with it each week like they’d done so before. Alan would understand if knew her situation…

He would…

Fresh tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes. She really was the worst kind of woman, trying to justify cheating on her beloved. She loved him so much, she didn’t deserve him. He was the one who made her life feel complete. Maybe it was time to just give up, admit she really was just a walking pair of tits and accept her new role as Alan’s boob doll for life…

…Would Alan want that? He was such a beautiful man. She could hear his voice now. If he was here now he’d tell her, ‘Don’t worry about me. Do what makes you happy’.

But… What would make her happy? Guaranteeing faithfulness to the man she loved, or resolving her boob complex once and for all? The two things she wanted more than anything else in the world. It was impossible to choose…

“Having trouble deciding, princess? Then allow me to sweeten the pot just a little bit more. Perhaps you remember back during the last round when you decided to bless your friend with S-cup tits, and the lingering consequences of your decision?”

“...Y-Yes…”

How could she forget? She truly thought it was such a good idea at the time, only to see the horror in her best friend’s eyes as her melons swelled up to ridiculous proportions. Even now the girl was cursed to bear those obscene slut sacks one day each week, and Sophia as well through the Boob-Link as punishment. She hadn’t experienced that just yet, but the thought of the humiliation she and her friend would have to go through on a weekly basis was enough to make her chest tighten. Jack seemed to notice the look on her face.

“As part of our deal we offer you the chance to make amends to your friend. We’re prepared to bring this punishment down to once each month. We’ll even give you and your bridesmaids inherent knowledge of when these ‘boob days’ will be. The only catch is that, much like with your compulsions, you won’t be able to use this knowledge to avoid making plans and carrying them out. How does that sound to you, sweet cheeks? The chance to make it up to your dear friend here?”

Jack gestured off to Sophia’s other side. She followed his gaze to find her friend bent over, eyes empty as she jiggled her fat hooters for the entertainment of the audience, the black band puppeteering her body shiny around her neck under the stage’s spotlights.

The sight sickened her. She felt her stomach twist, knowing that every change that Heather had received was one she’d chosen to give to her friend herself. The girl’s boobs used to be nice and shapely before Sophia messed everything up. Now Heather didn’t even own her own tits anymore.

“Let’s remind ourselves what that looks like, shall we?”

With a snap of Jack’s fingers Heather turned towards them. Her lifeless eyes seemed to stare into Sophia’s soul. Then before her eyes the girl’s boobs began to swell. Sophia could only watch in shock at a transformation she’d witnessed once before, the rolling of flesh as Heather’s bosom ballooned to the heinous size Sophia originally demanded they become. Her top stretched out just a little bit slower, forcing the excess to bulge lewdly out above. As the growth came to a stop the girl spoke out, her voice flat and emotionless but unmistakably her own.

“You gave these to me, So. Now I have to live with them every single week.”

“I-I’m sorry, Heather. I truly am.”

Sophia pleaded back to her friend, knowing the girl couldn’t hear her, knowing this was some trick from the show to guilt trip her. It was working though. She truly felt awful for what she had done. Could she live with herself knowing she hadn’t done everything in her power to undo the wrongs she had done to her own best friend?

“And one last cherry to sweeten the deal. We’ll even apply the deal for you retroactively. Just a few small words and we’ll give you the downsize you’ve always dreamed about. All you need to do is stand up and declare for the whole audience to hear, ‘I want my Mommy Milkers’.”

> I-I…

It was clear Jack was pushing for Sophia to take the deal. He had to be scheming something, but… did it really matter? She wanted to take the deal. That was the truth. She couldn’t keep living like this, with her obscenely huge tits at the centre of every interaction. She just wanted to feel good in her own body for once. Was that too much to ask? She hated, hated that this deal set her up to cheat on Alan, but… there had to be a way, some way to work around the restrictions Jack placed on her. Her bonding sessions with Heather? Were those intimate enough to get her milk to come out? She needed to make the choice that led to the best possible future, and this way offered her opportunities she would never see the likes of again, for Heather and for herself.

“I-I…”

“What’s that, deary? Up, up. Say it aloud for the whole class to hear.”

Jack held out his hand to help Sophia to her feet. The kindest gesture he had ever shown her, no doubt because he knew he was about to get his way. She looked out across the crowd and all the nameless faces who had thus far been revelling in her humiliation. She steeled herself to make her announcement, not wanting to give any of them the satisfaction of needing to repeat herself louder.

“I-I want my Mommy Milkers!”

It was disgusting to say, and the moment she did her eyes fell to her feet, unable to stand looking anyone in the eye.

“Well well, doesn’t she sound enthusiastic. If our princess wants them so badly, who am I to say no? Control Collar, if you will.”

With a snap of the host’s fingers it began. The very same heat Sophia had felt many times before now grew around her neck, building in intensity until finally it delivered a shock that went down her spine and into her boobs. Through eyes still wet with tears she looked down in quiet anticipation, hoping to feel the reverse of the process that gave her these obscene orbs.

She was not disappointed. Jack was true to his word. She felt it before she saw it. The heat in her core as skin began rolling back into her chest. Before her eyes her tits were starting to shrink, excess fat vanishing away into nothing. The feeling was euphoric, both in the physical sensation in her chest and the sheer joy that this was actually happening. Her dress did not shrink with them. Gradually the fabric loosened and fell down to expose the shrinking masses, but Sophia was far too engrossed in the process to register. Down they went, smaller than they’d been in a very long time. Small enough to be compared to fruit even. Very large melons admittedly, but fruit nonetheless.

Finally the shrinking slowed to a stop, but that was not the end of the heat in Sophia’s bosom. Instead it gathered towards her nipples until she felt a sensation she recognised too well. A droplet of milk appeared at each tip, accruing more and more until they spilled down her front. A clear sign of the distressful alterations she had taken back on, but Sophia’s mood was not marred by seeing it. The trickle was so much less that last time she’d suffered with them, but much more importantly, Sophia could actually see it. It had been so, so long since she’d seen her own nipples outside her reflection but finally, finally her boobs were small enough to see them poking out of the front, if only barely. She couldn’t shake the joy that simple experience brought her.

“He… Hehehe.”

Sophia couldn’t manage to hold back the giggle, a carefree, innocent laugh welling up from within that only came from having a weight lifted that she’d been carrying for years. They were just a few inches smaller than what she’d bore at the start of all this, but it felt like so much more after the titans she’d been carrying on her chest for the last few days. She was just so happy. Tears began falling again, only this time out of joy.

“Looks like our princess is quite happy with our arrangement.”

Jack spoke up from somewhere off to the side, but Sophia didn’t care. At that moment she didn’t care what the horrible host might be scheming. She wasn’t going to let him ruin this moment for her.

“It feels wrong to keep all that joy to yourself though, right, sweetcheeks? Why don’t you show everyone just how excited you are to have your Mommy Milkers back?”

The Collar buzzed around Sophia’s neck, but she just didn’t care. Jack was right. She was just so excited for her new milky jugs. It wouldn’t be right to hold all that into herself. An exhilarated energy flowed through every one of her muscles, causing her to rock giddily on her feet. As it built up she felt the urge to literally bounce in excitement, slowly at first but very soon she found herself vigorously thrusting her body up off her tiptoes half an inch into the air and back down.

The motion carried most of all into her boobs, bouncing, jostling and jiggling about. It was so much fun to watch them. In any other circumstance Sophia might have felt embarrassed at such a lewd display but she just wasn’t capable of feeling such negativity right now. Her old, huge, heavy boobs would never have been able to bounce like this. The fact that they could showed how much of a change she’d gone through and she wanted to share that joy with the audience.

As her bosom shook, droplets were catapulted off in every direction from the ends of her nipples, spraying the stage around her and even some of the front audience with milk. She giggled and tittered, making it a game to desync the bouncing of her boobies, sending them careening in opposite directions. The whole time she beamed and squealed with delight, filling the studio with the sound of innocent, childlike glee.

“Sophie! Eeeeee!”

A squeal off to her side, moments before Chrissi came bounding in, throwing aside her bikini top to start bouncing alongside her friend. Her… friend?... Yes, that was undoubtedly what she was. Chrissi was such a genuine, loving woman who wanted everyone to be happy, so unlike that big meanie, Jack, who treated them both like toys. Sophia loved her so much. Of course they were friends!

Chrissi’s smile was huge as she looked at her friend. Her boobs were so springy despite their huge size and she jumped so much higher in their shared excitement, bringing her feet way up before landing so elegantly on her heels. The bimbo’s energy was contagious, and Sophia found herself in a contest to see who could get their boobies jiggling the best.

“Aw, aren’t those two precious? Just two silly dears having fun with their boobs, though I think we can all agree a little less lovely with one pair much smaller than they should be… Now I hate to bring the good times to a close, but we’ve got so much to get through before we open our next case. Chrissi, darling, I need you to get dressed for me now.”

So caught up in the action was she, it took a few seconds for the co-host to process her partner's instruction, but once she did she came to a halt with a disappointed crash.

“Awww.”

“Come now, my dear. There will be plenty of time to have fun with Sophie later. We need her brain fully working for the next part, but during the next break I'll let you two have a chat with her head full of pretty, little clouds.”

“You promise!?”

“Of course. Would I ever lie to my favourite little bimbo?”

“Yay! I love you, Jack!”

“I know you do, sweetheart. Now hop to it, sugartits.”

Chrissi scurried to pick up her bra and return to her spot, leaving Sophia bouncing alone. Jack rounded on her with a wicked glint in his eye, before raising his hand and snapping his fingers. The Collar tingled around her neck, and slowly it dawned on Sophia what she was doing, her emotions no longer clamped to the positive spectrum.

She almost tripped as she rushed to cover up mid-landing. One hand rose to pull her dress back over her bust, but the fabric was simply too loose for it to stay. Silently she fumed as blood rushed to her cheeks, clutching cover to her chest like she’d been caught outside the shower without a towel. To think just seconds ago she’d been giddily jiggling her knockers around for hundreds of perverts to gawk at. Even now with smaller boobs she wasn't spared from Jack’s humiliations surrounding her sensitive organs. She knew better than to bother asking him to fix her dress.

Slowly Sophia’s heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm. As things settled down again, however, she became aware of a weird sensation. There was a tightness in her chest but not in the physical sense. She felt… stifled, diminished. It was like some core part of who she was had been locked away in a cage too small to contain it. That didn’t make any sense. Shrinking of her boobs could only be seen as a gain for her. She would never regret shedding the extra volume.

…Still, looking down at her new chest she couldn’t help but think that something looked off.

> It’s nothing. I’ve had huge tits for so long, the change just feels a little weird. It’ll feel better with time!

“Looks like our princess is back ready and alert. Then let’s dive straight into the busywork, starting with the results of this round’s challenge.”

Jack gestured up to the big screen, drawing everyone’s attention to the words there as they showed up there line by line, reminding everyone of what her challenge entailed. For Sophia it wasn’t necessary. How could she ever forget that disgusting, degrading task or the consequences that came of it, both in her first meeting with Liam and the way she’d ruined her relationship with Terry. Sophia was sure she’d done everything she needed to, and yet she couldn’t shake this gnawing feeling of dread as the words scrolled further and further up the screen to reveal her result.

Challenge 2: Complete your weekly intimacy training, edging yourself to pornography for forty-five minutes before orgasming.
> Repeat anything women say in your chosen material, in similar tone and volume. If your chosen material does not contain women degrading or objectifying themselves enough, material will be chosen for you.
> Attach Lena’s dildo to your seat and ride it while edging your breasts for the full duration of the challenge.
Results: Failure

> F… Failure?!

“No… No! There must be some mistake! I did what you asked!”

“Did you, princess? You’re sure you were carrying out your intimacy training for the full fortyfive minutes?”

> What do you- N-No… you don’t mean…

It took Sophia a moment to process the host’s words, but then the memory flooded back to her about how down to the wire she thought her challenge actually came. Her chest tightened and her eyes opened wide.

“B-But it was just a few seconds! Please! I did what you asked! Please don't punish me for something like that!”

“Oh we wouldn’t be so stingy to fail you over just a few seconds. But was it really just a few seconds, my dear? Were you bouncing on the dildo for the full fortyfive minutes? Were you edging your tits for the full time like we asked? Did you account for the time you spent looking for a porn video at the start, or the full time you were away answering the door? Are you certain you repeated every line spoken on the videos?”

“I… I-I…”

Sophia didn’t know what to say. Jack's barrage of questions made her feel so uncertain. Had she really wasted so much time not following the instructions of the challenge? Had there been lines that she’d missed while she was distracted by Liam?

“We at Bimbo or Billionaire are magnanimous enough to forgive one little mistake, but when all taken together these add up to a significant shortage of time in completing the challenge. You agreed to our terms for a harder challenge this intermission. We couldn’t in good conscience accept such a half-hearted attempt to be called a success.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

“If you’re sorry then you’ll agree you deserve to be punished for such a lacking display of your intimacy training?”

“Yes… Yes, I do.”

Sophia hoped that a plea of guilty would spare her from the worst Jack had to offer.

“Well?...”

“I-I…”

There was a familiar sensation as the Control Collar fed her lines to speak, though this time it left her to fill in some gaps. Sophia knew well enough what Jack liked to hear to do so without a second thought.

“I’m sorry for being a silly slut. The porn you showed me was so sexy and I desperately want to be the girls in the videos someday. I really loved watching my sister get knocked up like a living sex doll and myself as nothing but a dumb breeding cow. Your challenge taught me what real intimacy training should be and how much fun it is to bounce on a cock forever and ever and ever and I messed it all up so bad. I’m a bad girl for not enjoying it enough and I deserve any punishment you give me.”

Sophia felt so gross for saying it but she got through without faltering even once even when she had to produce her own words. It was distressing how well the show was training her to degrade herself.

“Wow. Who can stay mad after an apology like that, am I right, everyone?... Well, with that there’s nothing left but to reveal the punishments. With Sophia agreeing to an extra large penalty if she failed this time around, we’ve lined up one major punishment and three minor punishments as voted on by you. Let’s see them, shall we? Everyone, turn your eyes to the screen.”

Penalties

• Restoration of Knockers alteration
• Showgirl: Sophia believes she has a duty as a contestant to help BoB put on the best show possible. She will be more forthcoming in responding to the host’s questions, instructions and demonstrations, and accept her role involves some sexual enticement of the audience. Subconsciously Sophia will be more receptive to the audience’s suggestion and will rebel more frequently, eliciting more frequent punishments from the host
• Brain Drain: Sophia has low-powered egg vibrators attached to her nipples during studio segments, powered on whenever she has to make important decisions. With each passing round, arousal will have an increasingly detrimental effect on Sophia’s ability to think rationally while in the studio.
• ‘Convincing Arguments’: Comeuppance for the many breast alterations Sophia gave her friend. Heather’s breasts now hold a hypnotic sway over Sophia, allowing Heather to drop her friend into a deep trance at the sight of them swinging. Heather will hold no reservations towards occasionally lording this power over her friend, dropping the girl into a trance to win arguments against Sophia, tease her, play tricks on her or play out her jealous sexual fantasies.

> No… This can’t be…

Sophia’s heart already stopped at the first line. They were bringing back another of her breast alterations?! After she just agreed to restoring Mommy Milkers?! She was about to be back up to five breast alterations?!

> Why are there so many?

Sophia didn’t have time to dwell on it though. She needed to keep reading through the rest so she knew what was coming and each word further soured her previous good mood. Perhaps at first the others didn’t sound as bad as the restoration of her bouncy, heat-inducing knockers, but there was no getting around awful each and every one of them was. All of them affected her mind, one even changing an aspect of her personality! Once the Collar went off this time she would no longer be the same person she was.

“Well then. Without further ado.”

“N-No, wait…”

There was no waiting though. With the snap of Jack’s fingers the Collar heated up once again around her neck. She knew it was fruitless to even try and stop it but that didn’t stop her from making one last desperate attempt to dig her fingers in under it. It was no use. It wasn’t long before it sent a jolt arcing through her spine, forcing her mind blank as neurons were rewritten. At the same time she felt pinches down below, barely able to process it as something attached to her nipples. Her hands dropped to her side and the loose fabric covering her fell along with it. As she came down from her shock she found Jack staring at her with his trademark charming yet wicked smile.

“Well there we have it, everyone. Some fun new additions to Sophia’s growing list of changes there, including another return of an old favourite. I see you all have very excellent taste over which punishments our princess should receive. Now two of these are simple enough to understand while I’m sure ‘Knockers’ needs no reintroduction so perhaps a couple of quick demonstrations might suffice in place of detailed explanations. Those eagle-eyed among you may notice the new permanent additions to our darling’s studio body.”

Jack gestured towards Sophia, who was still coming around from her daze to take in her surroundings. She looked down, and sure enough on her newly shrunken hooters there were two small pink egg-shaped devices attached to her nipples just as the punishment promised. Sophia had never seen an ‘egg vibrator’ before, but she had no trouble guessing its lewd function given the context.

“These lovely little toys will be powered on every time we have Sophia making an important decision such as deciding on what alterations to give her friends. We’ll be carefully monitoring to make sure our thoughtful little bimbo doesn’t have any orgasms to distract her from her deep thoughts but we’ll be sure to reward her for any good decisions she makes with all the cummies she’ll no doubt be craving by the end. Let’s get those puppies warmed up while we go through the other changes and see how it affects our princess’s thinking.”

> O- Oh!...

With another snap from the host it began. There was no missing it when the devices began vibrating against her tits. The sound they produced was almost imperceptible, and the audience might not have even noticed they were turned on, but the power behind the motors was in no way reflective of the effect they had on Sophia’s body. If she had any thought that sensitivity might be scaled down with size it was blown completely away. Instinctively her body squirmed to try and escape the unwanted stimulation on her vulnerable erogenous organs but there was no breaking free from something bonded so firmly to her nipples. Her fingers itched to yank them away but she knew that would earn her only further punishment. She was forced to stand and permit the eggs to buzz and force unwanted pleasure onto her. It served as little more than a distraction for now, but with no breaks in the constant stimulation it was only going to grow and grow.

“While we wait, let's take a look at the next punishment our lovely contestant has received. For that we’re going to need our dear cheerleader back in action, though perhaps a little less hostility would be prudent for a quick demonstration. Control Collar, if you please.”

“Heather!”

Sophia called out to her friend as she stirred from her empty-headed slumber. Watching the girl, though, it was immediately clear that something was off. Heather looked around the room, marvelling at the audience and the massive space like she’d never been here before. After a moment her eyes settled on Sophia and widened with a humorous grin.

“Oh, wow, So. Having fun there? This is a dream, right? Funny way for my brain to imagine you.”

“Heather, this isn’t a-”

The Collar cut Sophia off before she could finish, sending her tense with panic. This Heather wasn’t the one she had been with last time in the studio, but the one with all her memories of the show erased. With what she was being called on to demonstrate it was dangerous for the girl to think this was all going on inside her head.

“Welcome, Heather. It’s good to have you with us here on the show. You’ve just been given the tits of your wildest dreams. Go ahead and take a look.”

“Oh, wow!”

As though she was somehow unaware of the titans on her chest when she first woke up, Heather looked down in wide-eyed amazement at her swollen knockers before gleefully feeling them up. Such a response could not be more different from the first time she’d been given those obscene boulders to bear. Ignorant in her belief that this was all a dream, she had no care at all for what this meant for her. She was free to indulge. Tits like these were part of her deepest forbidden fantasies, not ones she would ever wish on herself for a day in the waking world. It broke Sophia’s heart to see her friend revelling in her ignorant state.

“That’s not all. So magical are these new melons of yours that just the sight of them bare and swinging will place your friend into a hypnotic trance, allowing you to fill her mind with whatever fun little suggestions you can think of. Why not give it a try?”

“Ooh, just like the boob names I gave her. This could be fun.”

Heather turned and made her way over to her friend. Sophia tried not to look but the moment she got close she felt her eyes being dragged into Heather’s heavy bosom. There was something so… captivating about those deep sensual curves.

“Please, Heather… Wait…”

“I’m gonna start swinging my boobs now, So. You just watch and feel yourself getting veeeery sleepy.”

Heather’s tits began to move, and Sophia’s gaze along with it. She couldn’t pull her eyes away, even for a second. They were just so enthralling, the slow, deliberate motions of those heavy pendulums. Waves of fatigue began crashing over her mind.

“Please, Heather. This… This isn’t you. These aren’t… your tits. They’re… They’re making you look… like a bimbo…”

“Shshsh now, Sophia. Just relax and fall into a deep sleep for me now, okay?”

“They’re not… Y-You’re not… Not your… Your boobs.”

“There there. You’re doing so well, baby girl. Just keep watching. You’re almost there.”

It was so hard to think. Everything else was fading around her. She felt her legs grow weak and she fell to her knees. The boobs came with her. Heather bent down low, allowing them to swing freely in an even more captivating arc. There was nothing else. Heather’s boobs were the centre of her world. Just those hypnotising curves and the constant buzzing against her own, filling her body with a pleasant warmth to match the timeless pleasure of watching those voluptuous titans swing back and forth. Back and forth. Her head was empty, primed and ready to receive Heather’s voice.

“Hehehe, don’t like it when someone else has bigger boobs than you, do you, So? How does it feel being the envious one for a change? You know it’s mean not to want your friends to have what you have.”

Sophia didn’t answer, only watching as Heather’s boobs continued to sway from side to side.

“That’s okay, though. You’ve changed your mind now, haven’t you? You like watching my boobs swing around like this, don’t you? You think they look so sexy on me.”

“So sexy…”

“Hehe, that’s right. These are the boobs I was always meant to have. Tits so big I can’t even try to hide them. Tits made to be shown off to all the boys so that no one can even think of dumping me. They just look so right on me, don’t they, So? You wouldn’t even want to see me go back to being that boring bitch with tiny tits that doesn’t get laid every night. You know for a fact this is what I deserve.”

“Yes… Look right on you… meant to have… made to be… shown off…”

“And you should be proud of your own chest too, So. I’ve always believed that. Unless you get off on being ashamed of them or something. I’ve always kinda had that feeling about you. Like those embarrassing names I gave you for your boobs. Farah said you wouldn’t accept the suggestion if you didn’t want to deep down. Did you use the word I gave you for Alan? What was it again?”

“...Used it… Cum Pillows…”

“Right!... Wow, the Sophia I know would never dream of using a word like that. That suggestion really stuck, huh? So I was right! Geez, you’re a real deviant beneath all that princess makeup, aren’t you? You masturbate with your boobs, you’re into titty fuck, you let me text that man to get him to grope you. Fuck, it all makes sense. You’re just obsessed with your boobs! And you love feeling ashamed of them. I guess part of the kink is you’ll never admit to it… Oh, maybe you will in a trance! Go on, So. Tell me the shame of your boobs makes you cum.”

“...Shame of my boobs… makes me cum…”

“I knew it! Don’t worry, So. Now that I know I’ll be sure to set you up in lots of embarrassing situations. Ooh, this is going to be fun! Oh, I’ve got an idea! Listen very carefully to me, So. Your real name is ‘Funbags’. ‘Sophia’ is a name you’ve been using because you were embarrassed about your real name, but now it’s time to admit the truth, that you’re named after those big bouncy boobies you’re always blushing about. You’re going to insist that everyone calls you ‘Funbags’ from now on, okay? You’re going to forget all about your old name. You won’t even acknowledge anyone calling you it. Do you understand?”

“Yes… I understand… My name is… Funbags…”

Even in the depths of trance Funbags felt heat rise in her cheeks, the suggestion triggering an emotional response from deep inside.

“Great! Hehe. And maybe when someone calls you Funbags you’ll feel a tickle downstairs because deep down you like being reduced down to a pair of tits.… Now, um… do you think that’s enough, or…?”

“You’re doing just fine, Heather. This gift is yours to have fun with. Why not have a go at messing with her perception as well?”

“Her perception?”

“Sight, sound… taste even. You can give your friend a trigger to perceive anything you like. Be creative and have some fun with it. Be sure to keep on deepening that trance while you think so she’ll accept anything you tell her.”

“Oh, right, right. I remember, like they did in the show… Okay, Sophi- uh, I mean, Funbags, hehe. Listen to me very carefully, Funbags. Just keep watching my boobs as they swing back and forth, back and forth. You feel them pulling you deeper and deeper into a relaxing sleep.”

“...Deeper…”

“That’s right. Keep repeating that now, and each time you do feel your mind slipping further away as you open up completely to my words. Deeper and deeper.”

“...Deeper…… deeper………… deeper…”

Funbags did as she was told, her voice trailing away slower and slower into a quiet murmur as she sunk further into a blissful sleep. Heather’s boobs were the only thing in her world. Her voice was the only thing in her mind.

“Okay, um, what to do, um… I know this is just a dream but I still don’t want to abuse my friend too badly… Still… Taste, huh? Hehe… Y’know, your boobs aren’t the only thing I know you’re cagey about. You have that whole thing about jism too, don’t you? It’s like the most disgusting thing for you. I know a lot of girls are like that but you just take it to a whole nother level. I’ve seen your face crease up whenever someone even mentions bjs. You’re ashamed to even think about having a dick in your mouth. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“... Yes…. shamed…”

“Hehe… But you like that though, right? Deep down anyway. I bet all day you tell yourself how disgusting blowjobs are but sometimes at night when you’re falling asleep you touch yourself thinking what it would be like to suck Alan’s cock. You ever cum thinking about sucking dick?”

“...Yes…”

“Damn, So, you dirty slut, hehe. Well maybe it's time you learn what a real suckjob feels like. Oh, this’ll be fun… Listen to me very carefully, So-... I mean, Funbags. Whenever you hear the snap of fingers you’ll find your lips curling into a big ‘O’ as though they’re wrapped around some thick, invisible cock. Then you’ll start to feel that cock thrust in and out of your mouth. You won’t be able to see it, but you’ll feel it, smell it, taste it so vividly you’ll be sure there must be a real dick inside you. You won’t be able to talk or make a noise, only stand there and experience exactly what you believe a blowjob must feel like until you hear the snap of fingers again. Do you understand?”

“Yes… I understand… Snap of fingers… feel a cock… in my mouth…”

“You’ll feel it cum too. You’ll feel it cum in your mouth every now and then and you won’t be able to stop it. It’ll just keep thrusting over and over and cumming in your mouth without ever going soft. You’ll be able to taste the jism all over your tongue and mouth before your body swallows it down all on its own, feeling every drop of it sliding down your throat. Do you understand?”

“Yes… I understand… Taste cum… Swallow…”

“That’s great, hehe. This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait to see your face when your lips wrap around an invisible dick. You’re going to be so embarrassed but I know you’re gonna love it too… Alright, ‘Funbags’, let’s see if it works. Imagine a cock for me now okay. I know you’ve touched one before. Imagine the feel of that now but against your lips and not your hands. Feel the hard, spongy shaft as it forces its way between your lips, so thick it pushes them all the way apart. Feel the head as it sits on your tongue, the heat it gives off. Imagine the taste of sweat and skin and the slightest salty trace of precum. Imagine it all so vividly it's like there’s a real cock inside your mouth. What does that feel like for you?”

Funbag’s imagination stirred to evoke the exact sensations her friend described. Memories felt so distant, but she reached out to latch onto the experience closest at hand.

“Terry…”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Feels like Terry’s cock… in my mouth…”

“M-My brother? Why are you thinking of him? How would you know what his cock felt like?!”

“Felt it… in my mouth…”

“Wha- When?! What are you talking about?!”

“At the fair… crawled under the table… sucked his cock…”

“What? No, that doesn’t make any sense. This isn’t real. You couldn’t have-”

“Okay, Heather. Time to sleep again, my dear.”

The raised voice of her friend suddenly grew silent. Heather’s boobs no longer swung in place, but Funbags still knelt motionless in her trance.

“Wow, talk about a juicy reveal, folks. I don’t believe our cheerleader is up for that particular conversation in her dream state though. We’ll be picking this up later when our darling supporting lady wakes up with her memories intact, ready for a full interrogation of our boob-tranced princess. In the meantime Heather’s lingering suggestions are bound to make our time here a lot more entertaining. Most unfortunate that such ideas will expire once we head towards the next intermission. Perhaps a future punishment will see the ideas Heather plants in her mate’s head form a much more permanent impression. Let’s wake our contestant up, shall we?”

A jolt from the Control Collar broke Funbags from her spell. The first thing she became aware of was the buzzing on her tits, causing her whole body to shudder. Her boobs were pulsing with pleasure now, impossible to ignore. Again she felt the urge to lift her hand and tear the vibrators away but she was forced to restrain it.

The second thing she noticed was that she was on her knees. She couldn’t remember how she got there. One second she’d been standing, feeling her eyes being pulled deeper and deeper into Heather’s sexy tits, the next she was on the floor waking from a sleep. Heather had moved away from her now, her face emotionless as she went back to flaunting her body to the audience like a slutty puppet on a string.

Funbags observed her for a moment in contemplation. It was uncomfortable to admit it, but watching Heather strut and swing her huge slut sacks for the pleasure of the perverts in the audience she had to say the look worked for the girl. All this time spent fretting about the mistake she’d made in giving her best friend those obscene hooters she’d never just stopped and taken in how they actually looked on her. Perhaps she wasn’t so wrong after all when she originally gave her friend those S-cup tits. Something about them looked so right, like Heather was always meant to have them, like Heather was meant to show them off to all the boys, incapable of hiding them.

> Ew, no. What am I thinking?!

Funbags was embarrassed by where her thoughts had went to. No woman deserved to be objectified with such ridiculous knockers, no matter how sexy they looked on her. She quickly shook the thought off before she could fall any further down that rabbit hole and pushed herself to her feet. As she did her tits jostled up and down, reminding Funbags of the special physics that were once again imposed on them.

“I can tell from the look on our darling’s face that our lovely toys are doing their job and she is almost ready for a test of her judgement. First though, perhaps you’d care to answer a couple of questions for us, my dear Sophia?”

“...”

There was silence for a moment as Funbags waited to be addressed again.

“Sophia, darling?”

Funbags looked around, wondering who Jack was talking to, before turning to him to see he was staring straight at her.

“Who, me?”

“Who else would I be calling Sophia?”

“That’s not my name. My name is… my name is Funbags.”

Funbags looked down to her feet as she spoke, ashamed to say it. It was so embarrassing to be named after her big bouncy boobies, drawing attention to them every time someone spoke to her. It made her feel like that was all there was to her. She had no choice though. She needed to admit the truth and insist that everyone called her by her proper name.

“My apologies, Funbags.”

Jack took great pleasure in stressing the word. Funbag’s body shuddered in more than just shame. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt a shiver down below. If she didn’t know better she’d think her body responded to the name, hearing it in Jack’s honeyed but callous tone of voice, but there was no way she could be turned on by such an objectifying name.

It must have been mixed signals from the ceaseless torment of her nipples. By now her body was a mess of crashing waves of bliss. Each few seconds an arc of pleasure caused her back to thrust out in a random direction, sending her boobs flying with unnatural momentum. She hated to admit it but she wanted to cum. This was just like that time back at the Acre where she’d been groped and teased all the way up to the edge without release against her will, only these toys were carefully changing their speed to ensure a constant climb with no hopes of peaking.

“In that case. ‘Funbags’, it sounded like you might have had some objections to your punishments before we gave them to you. Any thoughts on that?”

‘Thoughts’ was a cruel word. It was so hard to think with the constant jolts of pleasure distracting her, but she owed it to the show at least to try. She had no hope of keeping her thoughts straight in her head so she made sure to speak them out loud, even as her voice cracked and sultry moans did their best to erupt from her lungs.

“Th-These punishments are ho-horrible. I-I don’t like having my bouncy knockers back, and I especially hate the changes that mess with my-... oh God, oh God… mess with my mind. I… I think it’s completely fair that you gave me them though. Ah. Ah!... I-I knew the consequences of failing the challenge. I deserve to be punished for messing it up! Ngh!”

Funbags was writhing in place by this point, unable to hold still as throbs of pleasure invaded every one of her muscles. She needed to cum, she needed to cum, she needed to cum! She hated this feeling. She wasn’t meant to want it like this! She was the girl with the low libido, and yet over the past few days she’d been forced into this state of being desperate to cum over and over and over again. It was all her tits’ fault. She’d been sensitive before all her life but the show had ramped that all the way up so that practically any attention left her pleading for orgasm. That wasn’t what she was meant to be, a woman so horny her brain stopped working, but right now she couldn’t bring herself to care. She just wanted Jack to finish his questions so she could cum and finally put an end to this blissful torture.

“And how do you feel about us using you and your friends to entertain the audience like this? Be honest.”

Funbags looked from the vibrators on her nipples to her empty-headed friend shaking her sexy hooters for the pleasure of the audience.

“S-S-So embarrassiiiiing!... B-But there’s no- ngh!… no helping it… We girls… That’s… That’s why we’re here, ah!... We’re your toys… t-to entertain the audience, ah… Aren’t we?”

“Exactly right on that one, Funbags. And such excellent toys you're turning out to be. One last question then, princess. Do you think we should bring our cheerleader’s boobs down to your size or keep them this big for the rest of the segment? This is entirely up to you, darling. The state of your friend’s boobs lie entirely on your decision. Think long and hard about it and make the right choice. Be a good girl for us and we’ll let you cum.”

“O-O-Okay.”

Her whole body was shaking. This was the very last thing she needed to think about before she could orgasm but it was the trickiest question of all. In her head she remembered how Heather had reacted when Funbags had first given her those huge boobs; the shock, the panic, the anger. She’d been so mad she even punished Funbags for it. She knew she shouldn’t tempt her friend’s ire again and just give her the small but shapely boobs she knew the girl always wanted.

Looking at her now though, that thought was met with a barrage of objections the moment that it formed. Heather looked so sexy with huge boobs. They were what she was always meant to have. Tits so big she couldn’t even hide them. They were meant to be shown off to all the boys like they were right now. Heather’s role was to please the audience and the audience loved to see her with giant boobs. Funbags didn’t even want to ever see her friend go back to having tiny tits!

Something inside Funbags was telling her that something was wrong but she just couldn’t drum up the patience to care. She needed to give Jack her answer so she could finally cum. She’d be able to think properly again once she was finally able to cum.

“Keep them like this! They’re what Heather’s meant to have! She needs to look sexy for all the boys!”

Her voice came out in a squeal, so desperate she was to be free of the buzzing. She needed this. She needed this so bad!

“You’re sure, sweetheart? You’re happy for us to tell her this was all your decision later on?”

“Yes, yes! Please, Jack. I need to cum! I need to cuuuuuuum!”

“Alright, darling. You’ve done very well. A good bimbo like you certainly deserves her cummies. Let’s crank those motors all the way up.”

“Ah… Ah…. Ahhhh!”

At Jack’s command the vibrators on Funbags’s nipples went into overdrive. Like a boulder had been dropped on a perfectly balanced scale, the sudden shift completely threw off the balance the vibrators had been carefully maintaining. All this time they’d been tiptoeing her closer to the edge but now she was thrown right over it with reckless abandon. Ripples of orgasmic pleasure shot out from her nipples to engulf every fibre of her body. There was a single second as every muscle loosened up, the calm before the storm, before they each began to buckle under the intensity of the sensation. Her body stooped down, her arms bent up and drew her shoulders back, her head rolled back as she failed entirely to hold back a moan. It was all to the effect of pushing her chest out, as though her body was trying to eject the sources of such unbearable pleasure on her body. The thrust lined up with another embarrassing ejection; milk sprayed out from her hardened nipples like a pair of lewd fountains, the toys doing nothing to inhibit the flow.

“N-No more! No more! Please!”

It didn’t stop at just one orgasm. Funbag’s body was so charged that she couldn’t help but succumb again and again to the toys’ ministrations. They refused to yield until every drop of her body’s need had been spent, and so over and over she convulsed as her milk sprayed all over the front row of the audience.

“Most lovely to watch. As you can see, while our brain-draining toys may cover Sophia’s nipples, when it comes time to orgasm they’ll act as no obstacle at all to the spectacle of these milky eruptions, opening holes to allow the fluid to shoot straight through.”

“Pleeeease, make it stoooooop…”

Funbags could barely speak anymore, her voice coming out in a crackly, breathy whisper. Almost half a dozen orgasms she’d been forced to endure before her plea came out, but the host made no move to step in as she underwent the last few more. Finally the toys came to a sudden stop, and it took every bit of Funbag’s remaining strength not to collapse straight to the floor. She stood there, bent with her arms planted on her thighs for support, gasping for breath as Jack went on with the show.

“Truly a phenomenal performance. Who would have thought that uptight, squeamish virgin we met at the start of the show would be seen begging to be allowed to cum in front of us all by round four. We’ve still so many boxes to open and our princess is shaping up to be the perfect little slut by the end of it.”

The host’s comment drew a defiant spark from deep inside Funbags. Even as she gasped for air she felt the urge to talk back and project her response for the whole audience to hear.

“You… hah… You won’t win!… hah… hah… I will escape this game!... hah… Alan will save me!... hah… We’ll undo everything this evil show has done to me… hah… and we’ll live happily ever after!...”

“That’s the spirit! Just the attitude we love to see in our contestants here on Bimbo or Billionaire, desperately fighting a losing battle until the bitter end to resist being turned into the slutty fuckdolls they were destined to become. We’re going to see a lot more engagement from our darling ‘Funbags’ now here in the studio, as Showgirl makes our princess dutifully accept her role as the heroine in this tale of unwilling transformation, objectification and erotic humiliation. Gone now is the passive Sophia of the first three studio rounds. Expect a lot more butting of heads with the ‘villain’ of this piece, but also understanding that being the sexy damsel captive of the ‘pervy bad guys’ comes with certain expectations of her from the ‘story’ she needs to fulfill.”

Funbags didn’t fully understand what Jack was talking about. She was aware that Showgirl had affected her mind but she couldn’t imagine things being any different from how the host had described it. Of course she would fight back against Jack and the show. This was just like one of her stories, the evil villains doing their best to brainwash the heroine, her seemingly slowly succumbing to their wicked influence but fighting back every step of the way until the hero swooped in at the last minute to rescue her, undoing the mind control through the power of their love for each other and together they would vanquish the bad guys once and for all. That was simply what happened in stories like these.

Of course she wasn’t thrilled about being objectified and humiliated here live on stage for everyone to see, but it was crazy to try and reject it outright. She was a contestant on Bimbo or Billionaire. That was simply the truth. One day she would be free of this wretched show, but for now her role in this story involved being a sexy doll for Jack to use to make the show entertaining for her perverted audience.

“I think that wraps things up nicely for our demonstrations. Before we get to the next case let’s quickly show the effects our contestant has gained in levelling up her rules. This time we’re showing them all here together, though we’ll leave most of the detailed explanation for when these rules become relevant. Let’s take a look.”

GAME SHOW LEVEL 2

Penalty Game

Whenever Sophia fails at a challenge, the audience will have the chance to put forward a task for her to complete during the next intermission in addition to her regular challenge. Sophia MUST complete this task. In the event that Sophia fails or refuses to complete the task for herself Sapphire will be activated for the duration of the task. Sophia will retain full awareness in such cases while her body is being piloted.

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SKILL TREE LEVEL 3

Second Opinion

When Sophia gains a level while sexually engaged with an individual or in close vicinity to someone aroused by her, that person will become her advisor through the selection process, given the chance to subtly influence her decision through discussion. The advisor gains full understanding of the Skill Tree system for the full duration of the selection process, and their preferred selection is indicated if they have no intention of influencing Sophia. The advisor retains no memory of the selection process. There is a 10% chance for the roles to reverse, giving the advisor final say on what mod is chosen. Sophia retains no memory of mods being selected for her.

New Traps: Gemini and Celebrity

Gemini(X): The trap also has an effect on one of Sophia’s bridesmaids, denoted by X. The mod may have identical effects on both girls, or have a different effect on the bridesmaid that synergises with the effect Sophia has received. The specified bridesmaid becomes Sophia’s (additional) advisor through the next selection.

Celebrity: Each Celebrity trap causes a tiny shift in the public's view of Sophia towards the associated spec. Each activation of the mod causes Sophia to slowly but increasingly think of herself as the mod's spec. The next selection that Sophia has an advisor, they are promoted to her ‘agent’, receiving heightened levels of trust and respect in their opinions from Sophia as well as 15% greater chance to have final say in the selection.

METAGAME LEVEL 2

Full Party

Amy, Farah and Lena will also become part of the Metagame, joining Sophia in the studio. Each round that Sophia receives will be assigned to one bridesmaid, chosen by audience vote, and the bridesmaids will receive a single alteration from the chosen category. Certain special rounds grant alterations to all bridesmaids instead.

Emotive Language

When planting thoughts in Sophia’s head, audience members may attach certain emotional responses to one or more words in their implanted thoughts. These emotions may be selected from (Excitement), (Sadness), (Anger), (Disgust), (Fear), (Warmth) and (Envy).

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Funbags looked up at the screen along with everyone else, though just like last time the rules were updated much of the text appeared blurry to her. She was okay with that though. Like the host had said, he would explain the rules aloud as she needed to know them.She stood there listening to the murmurs of the crowd, feeling their evident excitement about the things they were reading.

“Now there’s a lot to unpack there but I’m sure I know what’s gotten all of your attention. Sophia and her bridesmaids are such a tight-knit group, always there to support one another and lift each other up. It doesn’t sit right for the rest to be left behind while these two lovely ladies take their journeys into bimbodom. That’s right. From next round onwards we’ll be welcoming the rest of our little group onto the stage. Amy, Farah and Lena will be here with us to receive some alterations of their own.”

“...Wh-What?! No, please.”

Funbag’s heart dropped as she processed the news. She rounded on Jack, desperate to plead for mercy towards her friends.

“Please, Jack. I’ll do anything. I’ll take on all the changes you want to give me. Just please leave my friends out of this. I’m begging you!”

“Very tempting offer, my dear, but you know full well it’s not my decision to make. Our wonderful audience is very intent on getting the girls involved and Bimbo or Billionaire hates to disappoint. You wouldn’t want to ruin the show now, would you?”

“N-No…”

She felt so helpless. She wanted to argue back so bad but she knew doing so would only see her punished. She had to choose her battles more carefully for when defiance would actually make a difference and this wasn’t one of those times. The rules were absolute, and she as a contestant had a duty to comply with them.

“Then perhaps we have your blessing to bring them on board?”

Not content to simply let her back down, cruel Jack just had to twist the knife and test her compliance. She knew she had to go along with it but doing so felt like some horrible betrayal.

> I-It’s fine. They’re going to do it anyway. My words don’t mean anything. It’s all just for show.

“Y-Yes… Please bring my friends onto the show.”

The words felt like venom on her lips despite her self-assurances. The show really took every opportunity it could to drown her spirit. She wasn’t going to let the show break her now though. Never again. Her belief that everything would work out in the end would never be extinguished.

“Well there we have it, everyone. Our princess’s blessing. Now unfortunately our show doesn’t have the runtime to give our new guests the same full treatment that our cheerleader has received. Each round going forward, with few exceptions, will be assigned to one of the three bridesmaids to receive their own personal set of options to be selected from. We’ll be including the rounds already past in this. The Breast round, Compulsion round along with whichever case ‘Funbags’ draws here will be divided evenly between the three of them when they join us here next time as chosen by you wonderful members of the audience.

“But that is a story for another time. For now I have just one last order of business before the next case drawing. Turn your attention now to the traps our darling has now unlocked to be added to future mods. As always we’d like to make some retroactive additions to the mods she already has to demonstrate how they work. Funbags has been busy acquiring quite the collection of mods for herself, and this time we’ve identified a number of them we’d like to see updated with these new effects.

“Let’s take the Celebrity trap. This trap is a little bit interesting in that its main concern is not the effect of Funbags’s mod’s but rather their spec;… those tags that show up at the start of every mod. MILF, Hot Topic, Temptress and the like. Behind the scenes these specs cause similar mods to be more likely to appear in our darling’s options to choose from, but their only overt use so far was in powering up those mods with a Bloom trap every time a mod with the same spec was chosen. Now we’re giving them an additional purpose.

“You see, the Celebrity trap, exactly as the name implies, is all about our slutty princess’s reputation. Every time Funbags triggers one of these traps, public awareness will shift to see her just a little bit more like the associated spec. It will start out subtle at first. A single trap shifts unconscious opinions, ones they’re sure aren’t shared by everyone else. A second trap with the same spec has anyone who knows Sophia able to tell you they’ve heard things about her, though they couldn’t tell you where. A third has people talking about it behind her back, though perhaps not out of earshot, as rumours start to spread. Any more than that and the shift in her reputation reaches general public consensus that even her loved ones will buy into.

“That’s not all, as the Celebrity traps have a much more insidious effect on Funbags herself, tainting her own self-image to match her newfound reputation. Some examples would not go unappreciated I’m sure, so let’s reveal the mods we’ve chosen to assign this new trap to. This trap sits on those mods that especially exemplify their own spec, and given our contestant’s boob-centric journey thus far, we’ve selected a few to firmly establish the reputation we believe she’s earned. Let’s take a look.”

• [Paizuri Addict] - Sophia’s masturbation routine will involve rubbing a dildo between her breasts and she will always keep one in her handbag
• [Enhancement Enthusiast] - Sophia can only express enthused positivity over getting her fake tits, subtly influencing opinions towards breast implants of anyone who hears.
• [Titty Bitch] - Gentle treatment of Sophia's breasts will feel unnatural to her. She will feel it natural for her breasts to be treated as roughly as possible with no regard for her comfort

“Quite the reputation! A lover of fake tits who can’t get enough of sliding dick between them. Sounds just like our princess, doesn’t it? One of our more derogatory specs found its way in there as well. Funbags will need to watch out for getting too many of those if she wants to be treated respectfully by those she meets, although the specs themselves are hidden from her while she is choosing.

“Back to our second effect with the first for an example. From here on out, any time our lovely bimbo triggers the mod, playing with herself with a dildo between her tits, her mind will be invaded by the thought that she’s a titty-fucking addict. For as long as she masturbates that idea will sit squarely in her mind, only letting her go once she finally sets the toy aside. Even then, however, it won’t fade completely. It will become a seed, a tiny grain sitting there at the back of her mind. With each successive activation of ‘Paizuri Addict’ mods marked by a Celebrity trap that seed will grow, becoming a bigger and bigger part of our dear’s self-image until she is forced to fully embrace the idea that she is an addict.”

> O-Oh God. No, please!

It was one of Funbag’s greatest fears. That her mind would be altered. That she would stop seeing herself as the Funbags she was now, the real her. The thought of it sent cold fear crawling under her skin. She couldn’t let that happen. She had to avoid the Celebrity traps at all costs.

“Finally we have the Gemini traps, and things start to look very fun indeed. It’s a shame indeed that Funbags’s friends are thus far left completely out of the Skill Tree system. This trap plans to remedy that with a very simple effect. Whenever our princess here gains a mod with a Gemini trap, one of her friends gains one too. It can be the same mod that Funbags just gained, or it can be a new one that synergises well with the effect. Let’s see some examples, shall we? In celebration of our bridesmaids joining the show next round we’ve given each of Amy, Lena and Farah two mods with Gemini traps directed towards them to give them a jumpstart in their upcoming transformations. Let’s take a look at how this new trap changes Sophia’s existing mods.”

• [MILF]: Sophia feels a sense of pride and satisfaction while younger men are staring at her breasts. - JUSTIFIED - BLOOM(3) - GEMINI (Amy)
• [Play Doll]: Sophia will develop a subconscious coping habit of playing with her breasts whenever she experiences high levels of stress. - BLOOM(2) - GEMINI (Amy - Celebrity added)
• [Social Media Slut]: Sophia can more easily convince other women to take more risqué photos with her. - BLOOM - GEMINI (Lena)
• [Porn Addict]: Sophia admits her masturbation and pornography viewing habits to anyone who asks her - SIREN - GEMINI (Lena - Synergy)
• [Porn Addict]: Lena believes the bridesmaids’ masturbation and pornography viewing habits to be a perfectly natural topic to bring up in conversation.
• [Paizuri Addict]: When Sophia thinks about another woman's breasts, she finds it difficult to avoid thinking about how well they would pleasure a man and his cock - GEMINI (Farah)
• [Porn Addict]: Sophia feels the urge to watch porn on her phone when sitting idle in a public space or on public transport - JUSTIFIED - GEMINI (Farah - Justified removed)

“The name on their own indicates the mod is transferred over in its entirety. Trap effects also transfer over, though Bloom effects will instead grow with time rather than the number of matching mods the bridesmaid has, and Celebrity traps will scale up a lot more potently to make up for the much fewer mods our bridesmaids are expected to have. Mods transferred like this can have small amendments made to them; having trap effects added or removed as you can see on the screen, or switching the target of the mod for instance.

“‘Synergy’ indicates where an entirely separate effect is given to the bridesmaid instead of the original. As you can see Lena will now be more inclined to ask her friend questions about those inappropriate topics that Sophia in turn must answer. Through emulation or synergism these traps will ensure these delightful friends grow ever closer together.”

“I-I don’t-”

Funbags wanted to interject but Jack just kept on going, forcing her to grow silent so as not to interrupt his presentation.

“You may have spotted additional effects for these two traps, relating to the new Second Opinion feature. We’ll go over them shortly. For now though, I’m sure you’re all eager to see what round of changes are in store for our contestants next and I’ve kept you waiting long enough. Funbags, go ahead and tell Chrissi what case you’d like her to open.”

“I…”

Funbags finally had a chance to share her thoughts but she didn’t know if she wanted to. Everyone was waiting for her to choose a case. She didn’t want to hold up the show like that, especially when she herself was desperate to know what was coming up as well. Did she dare to hope that she could draw one of three prize cases when there were still so many cases left to open? She needed to know. Her objections weren’t so important in the long run when she couldn’t change anything. Better to just focus on her role as a contestant for now.

“Case three please, Chrissi.”