Didn't need those hands anyways

"Well folks, it looks like we have a tie! What an exciting turn of events! Techs, do your thing!" As the collar hums and my brain starts to go fuzzy, I stand there stunned looking at the board. I had gotten Keeping Your Hands Full, an already awful compulsion, and for some reason they felt I deserved Queen Bee as well? What did the people in my life do to deserve this, I was already turned into a monster fucking up their minds they don't deserve to become slaves.

"Jack, why- why did I get two, three, what...." I try to protest, but a dizzy feeling washes over me. Thinking becomes hard for a moment, until it finally passes and I return to standing still, ass naturally cocked towards the audience. I don't feel any different, but I worry about that. I'll be able to tell right? All the other changes I've been able to tell. I raise my right hand and bring it to my boob, giving it a good squeeze and sending a warm glow into my flesh. I frown, why would I...

Trying to move my hand away, I just stand there observing my chest. I bring my other hand up, trying to focus on keeping them still, down by my side. But I just continue to reach up, then start slowly massaging the flesh in circles. It almost feels nice if it wasn't embarrassing to be playing with my tits in front of everyone.

"Jack...can I please stop?" I plea to him as my left hand drags down my down and enters my pants, making me gasp at how bold it's being. It doesn't quite feel like I'm being yanked around on strings, it feels like my own hands. It feels like it's me more than when I was **** to do this by my tit change, like I'm still doing this I just can't help myself. This almost makes it worse, less like I'm a victim and more just like I'm a helpless pervert.

"Why Kate, you could stop any time you wanted to! I don't think you'd want to stop though, those commands have been nestled pretty deep in your subconscious. You may notice a difference in how these feel compared to your previous compulsions. Those old ones are a lot more surface level, forcing your body to act, it's all we can do with those kind of triggers. But these more....make it natural for you to be doing this. So tell us, how does it feel?" Jack's hand joining my own, he presents the mic to me.

"I feel....like a pervert. I hate this, please, just give me something to make it stop!" I plea with him as my body gets molested by both myself and him, finger tracing over my slick pussy as my eyes begin to water.

"Too bad, guess you should have picked a better case! If you're starting to get tired though, you could always find a chair to sit in. That should make it better." Jack says with a wink. This is a trap somehow, I know. Plus, I think that would just make my hands act up even more.

"Chrissi!" I yell to both of our surprise. The bimbo looks up from her nails, jumping and sending a little ripple up her body. "Bring me a chair to sit in." What the hell?

"Yes Mistress...?" Chrissi looks confused, before suddenly turning on her heels and walking quickly backstage. Looking back, she yells out.

"Jack, what happened?" Watching the swing of her hips, she disappears behind the curtains and reappears a moment later with a nicely cushioned, red wooden chairs.

"I got the chair Mistress....Katie what's happening?" She has a confused and concerned look on her face. I thankfully still have the intelligence left to piece this together.

"Put it down there." I point and try to say thank you, but I just keep standing there playing with myself.

"Yes Mistress." Chrissi puts it down and steps back before her posture suddenly drops from the clean upright look to her usual casual stance. Looking between Jack and I, Chrissi stands there not knowing what to do.

"Thanks for your help Chrissi, you can go stand by the cases and look pretty." With instruction to help get her mind of the strange compulsions that took her, Chrissi happily struts away. With the seat in front of me, I lower myself and sit facing halfway between the audience and the cases. Leaning far back in the chair, my hands go back to their natural places and it almost feels like I'm just enjoying myself alone in my room. Only this time unwillingly, and with thousands if not millions watching.

"So Kate, pretty helpful change you got there isn't it?" Kneeling down next to me, he holds the mic out to me. Feeling my legs move under me, I find myself twisting my body in what I realize is an attempt to push my ass out towards him. For Jack's part, he happily obliges and gives me a hard spank.

"I don't like that, I don't want to do that to people!" I shout, weakly, as I lean back in the chair fondling my body. My body relaxed, pleasuring itself, while worry and embarrassment makes itself known on my face. I really don't want to make my Mom and Sister's lives worse than I've already done to them.

"Oh well, I don't think what you want really matters that much, that's what you'll be doing! Any time you need to expend any effort on a task that's harder than walking or eating, you'll be offloading that to some other woman. These woman will readily follow all your orders, and you can even tell them to do something at a point in the future! I saw can as if you have a choice on ordering them around, although if you want to give them more orders than you're compelled to you're always free to do so." Jack says this with a smile. This is strange, do they just want me to build an army of slaves? This is so bizarre, this is the exact opposite of what the show normally does unless it's a twisted dominatrix fantasy. Actually...nevermind this is totally on brand. Much more **** but so is everything else I've been cursed with.

Plus, building an obedient harem doesn't sound so bad...I shake that thought from my head and realize how I've slowly worked myself up over time as my hand is soaked between my legs. At least I won't be needing that hand anymore I guess.

At least it won't be all bad. He said they'll obey anything I say? Could be worse, besides I can't imagine anyone more worthy of a reward like this than me, I deserve to be waited on by all these lesser women. Wait, why am I thinking like this? The heat might be fogging my brain, and now I can't even stop teasing myself. It's even starting to make my arms ache a little...

"You, blonde woman in the red dress." I call out to the audience, to both of our shock. I didn't even really fully acknowledge her at first, I noticed her though. Her short red dress leaves a little cleavage shown up top, and ends shortly down her thigh as she crosses her legs in her seat. Her hair is neatly done up in a ponytail.

"Me?" She calls back.

"Yes. Come up here." I call out before I realize.

"Yes Mistress. What- EY!" The blonde lets out a squeak as she stand up suddenly and starts taking long swaying steps up to the stage. Looking down at her body in shock, she gives a worries look back to the woman who was sitting next to her, a shorter brunette in a similar red dress.

"Chloe, stop wait!" The brunette darts up and grabs the blonde by the arm, trying to pull her back. Seeing this I feel some kind of frustration build up inside me.

"I'm trying!" The blonde says as she continues her walk.

"Both of you come here." I command. God, I just want this to end...

"Yes Mistress. Oh no...." Both women walking silently to me, the fear on their face is clear. Once they're close, I spread my legs and welcome them each to straddle my thigh. Welcoming the blonde with my mouth, her eyes widen as she reaches down and we swap spit to the delight of the audience. The brunette meanwhile busies herself on my neck, and both let out moans of protest as they try meaninglessly to break free. Reaching under their dresses, I give their asses a squeeze as they grind themselves into my legs before they're finally able to pull back, quickly wiping their mouths in shame and stepping back. Still, they stay close by.

"What, what are you going to do to us?" The brunette asks in a shaking voice. Seeing her up close, I soak in her form. Her dress flatters some shapely breasts, her hips flare out beautifully. The blonde caught my eye, but if these two are a package deal I made out well.

Wait, no. I shouldn't be thinking of people like this, this is wrong. Still, my hands keep teasing my body and my mouth speaks for me.

"Both of you, play with my pussy and these boobs." My hands finally move away, back to my control, as the two women look at each other in concern.

"Yes Mistress. Wait, no please don't make us do this, please we're a couple." The blonde protests as they kneel next to me. She moves by my back, her breasts close to my head as her hand goes down my pants, meanwhile the brunette's hands reach up and begin a slow massage of my chest.

"I'm.....I'm....." I'm sorry. I want to tell them I'm sorry, they don't deserve this. But I can't. "I don't want this." I finally am able to say.

"Well, looks like busy hands are a bit of a burden for our queen! Guess even masturbation becomes labor if you're **** into it. Tell me, how do you feel about this?" Jack questions the woman kneading my tits.

"Please, this is insane, stop this! No one should be able to do this, especially not her she's supposed to be the one becoming a bimbo bitch!" She yells, looking up at me as she calls me a bimbo bitch. With that, the pity I felt dries up and is replaced by incredulousness, anger.

"You dare call me that? Blonde, spank her 10 times."

"Yes Mistress. Wait, what?" Hand leaving my pants now wet, the blonde walks around me to behind her partner, still busy with my tits.

"Chloe, wait, we can't- AH!" Hands stuck to my chest, she winces as her ass is punished by the blonde. Looking back with a red face, her partner looks almost as embarrassed as she is.

"Sorry, sorry!" The blonde calls out, before winding back up and slapping her again and again. I feel awful, I can't believe I said that, that I would do that to these people.

Yet, this makes me feel proud. Like I put her in her place for disrespecting me. Like...I'm acting like an actual queen? Like I just think I'm intrinsically better than them? This is awful. But it also feels so right, and seeing her get punished, especially as she serves my chest while it's happening. It's so beautiful. I could watch her get spanked forever, especially this woman. I need her, her body is perfect.

"Hey, give me a titfuck!" Someone heckles from the audience, breaking me from my trance as I stare at her body. By now the blonde had finished her job and gives the brunette a hug. I brace myself for the tit compulsion to manifest, but something else happens instead.

"Blonde, go give that guy a titfuck." I blink confused. Is a titfuck....labor? Can people just control me, to control other girls?

"Yes Mistress- huh?" The woman saunters off with the classic Bimbo or Billionaire mind-controlled strut, looking over her shoulder a few times at her lover who's stuck servicing me. Finding that man, I see her pull her dress down and reveal her health bust, before dropping to her knees and taking his dick into her mouth. After a few moments of sucking, she lets it out and gets to work using her tits. Looking away from the man and closing her eyes, she tries her best to ignore what her body is being **** to do. Thankfully, her technique seems to be solid, and he finishes quickly, leaving a load on her chest. Stumbling backwards from the man slumped in his seat, she looks down in disgust wipes at her chest like someone trying to bat away bugs.

"Oh, give me a titfuck!" "Me too!" Several people call out, all eager to get in on this loophole for free titfucks.

"Blonde, offer a titfuck to anyone who wants one." I call out to her on impulse. Not the worst use of that body at least, and getting a slut started off right certainly gets me excited.

"How could you?" The brunette asks me as her partner begins moving around to service all the horny men in the audience. Guess she doesn't know her place just yet. This woman came her to see me turned into, as she put it a bimbo bitch, she needs to learn who the queen bitch is.

"Don't talk back to me. Eat my pussy." I command her, spreading my legs.

"Yes Mistress. Wait please no I have a wif-" Mouth too busy between my legs to protest, my wet snatch quiets her up nicely as I enjoy a well-trained tongue. My hands go back to my chest, but thankfully they got a good rest and aren't tired any more. Enjoying her mouth, she grumbles something even as her nose is buried. Maybe I should teach her a lesson for later.

"Tell me what your name is."

"Claire." She lifts her head extremely briefly, looking defeated as I glance her face.

"Claire. From now on you'll be defined by your tits. They're your best feature, your favorite part of yourself. You'll flaunt them and show them off as much as you can. You'll never act embarrassed by this, you're proud of your tits and proud to show them off and share them. The only time you can speak freely about how you feel on this is alone with your wife. Understood?

"Yes I understand. Wait please don't do this to-" She tries to protest before diving back between my legs.

"Good. You'll let anyone freely look at them. You'll jiggle them around, push them out, present them as best you can. You'll encourage people to look at them and reduce you to your breasts. If someone compliments your breasts, you'll offer them a feel, and you'll always let your friends and lovers use them however they want."

"Yes. Stop please..." Finished with her mind, I let her go to work on my cunt for a little longer, rider the pleasure higher and higher. She's definitely the best woman I've been with so far. Lost in her lapping away, I finally fall over the edge and climax, letting her finally break free from my spell as she climbs off the floor and darts to her seat.

"Come back here and pleasure my body." I call out to her on instinct. I'm too short of breath, arms dangling to the side as I recover from my orgasm. Thankfully, her hands come to take the place of mine and let me rest a bit more.

"What, what did you do to me?"

"Keep quiet." I say, and her mouth shuts. As the heat fades, I feel guilty about my changes once more. I want to apologize to her, tell her I didn't mean to. But I say nothing.

"Well Kate, glad to have the wonderful showcase, but we have a time schedule to stick to and a bunch of unopened cases. Make your pick!" Shuffling in my seat to pull my pants up a bit, leaving some room for Claire's hand to fit, I look out to the crowd and see a bundle of blonde hair rustling in someone's lap. The guilt hits again, but less so than it did against the earlier couple. Is this just the queen change, am I just going to be colder? Jack gives me a little hurry up grunt, and I take a look at the cases once more. It's all random, it doesn't matter.

"Case 20." I call out. Chrissi slowly walks over, jiggling along the way. Nothing can top what I've already got I feel, so I probably don't need to worry about anything.

It reveals another Bimbo case. Guess I should have figured.

"Oh! So unlucky. Well, looks like this category is going to be Wardrobe! Lets look at these options."

1. Sheer Brilliance: Kate will always wear sheer bodysuits with lingerie. Her body will gain many piercing, dangling gold chains and jewelry across her. Kate will never hide her body from view.
2. Fanservice: Kate will always dress in sexy cosplays, and will randomly experience "wardrobe malfunctions" or end up in compromising positions. She will never decline a picture with others and will ensure any picture she's in is spicy.
3. Dress Up Doll: Kate will never be able to pick out her own outfits nor dress herself. Anyone will be able to dress and undress her and she will offer no resistance, cooperating fully.
4. Like Rabbits: Kate can only wear skimpy bunny suits, and any woman she causes to orgasm will have her clothes transform into one as well. Affected women move to flaunt their body, have increased sex drives, and are **** to go about their business as usual despite the outfit until it reverts in 24 hours.