Free For All & Jiggle Speak

Starting to think a bit less about comparing how they’d affect her job, Jennifer just accepted that all but Free For All would destroy her chances of professionalism. Especially Ill-Gotten Gains. If she was called trashy for those boobs who knows if there was going to be a trigger change. At this point, she was just hoping for the sound effects. She was already a clown so why not become the entire circus?

There was probably only enough time for two more boxes before the next break. She’ll yell at her friends for being accomplices, figure out what to do, and execute.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our first tie of the night! Coming in with 34.5% each, Free For All and Jiggle Speak beats out the competition.” Already at work, the collar caused a tickling sensation between Jen’s cleavage; a tingling sensation worked through her mind as Jack announced the results.

Indignantly red, Jennifer wanted to shout bullshit at the host. What on Earth was the probability for ties to happen in a game show????? And why was the crowd not losing their ever-loving minds like it’s not the only time it’s happened? She wanted to should bullshit, but no matter how she willed it her throat fell silent. The words were easy, but it was like there was a blockade on the knowledge to form them. Jennifer knew why but it was so humiliating. With the other punishment already applied she could feel her fuck pillows peaking from the sheer contact of her top. Her blush was already starting to match her pinkening hair color. And it was only a matter of time before a slight movement sent her huge hangers flying.

Between being **** to do it or being pre-emptive, Jen sucked in a deep breath as she prayed that wherever this recording ended up, it wouldn’t ever surface. Unfortunately for Jen, two hands snaked around before striking at her pillowy prizes. As soon as they touched her tatas, Jennifer couldn’t hold back a moan as electric bolts of pleasure glided across her body. “OmiGAWWWWWWDDD. Her boobies feel SO soft!!!”

Flowing out of her mouth, Jennifer heard her new bimbo voice project those words out but she wasn’t in control. For some reason, she couldn’t even look back to see who was groping her airbags. If she wasn’t in a state of pure euphoria, she’d probably put two and two together. But at the moment the state of her mind was melting into purple mush as the host congratulated Chrissi. “Excellent! I was going to step in myself but it looks like I don’t need to—Our little Chrissi even showcased a little neat gimmick of Jiggle Speak. Since Jen’s speech is wholly dependent on her breasts, if someone else plays with them, they’ll be able to put words into her mouth. Like a ventriloquist’s doll Jennifer will be speaking somebody else’s thoughts in between her moaning orgasms.”

“OMG, doesn’t that sound super?!!” Giggling to herself, Chrissi flicked her fingers underneath Jennifer’s breasts, sending them bouncing up high and sending Jennifer words to say in-between panting. “Mmmmmphhh, ohhh YES! I, like, totally love letting my mouth be used by strangers! Like super sexy Chrissi! AWAAAaAhHhYAs.”

Satisfied, Chrissi hefts up one of Jen’s boobs as she leans over—Giving it a big old smooch before releasing Jen, letting her fall to her knees in ecstasy. Her honking jubblies were sent knocking like they were a boxer’s substitute speedball. Left, right, up, and down they went and at this point, there was an obvious stain threatening to escape down to the podium floor.

Reasonably, they slowed down to a halt as Jennifer kneeled there, nips out for the world to see. Her red hair was spread out in all directions with black frizz on the edge as if it exploded. The collar aided Jen out of her post-orgasmic daze as she regained the capacity to think a bit. Putting a microphone in front of her, Jack asked how she felt, and to his surprise, she responded with a couple of jiggles of her chest. “I feel so totally yucky, like oh my god.”

Standing up as fast as possible, her boobs send waves of pleasure as she tries to fight her own embarrassment and the increased arousal. Fluff filled her brain and as she tried to recompose as best as possible, Jack realized. “I guess your gift’s gotten activated by Chrissi. While we’d love to see you like this, I suppose we’ll have to part with Chrissi for a couple of rounds.”

Despite the boos, Jack signaled the crew as Chrissi waved goodbye to everyone. The fluff now retreating from her brain, Jennifer could center herself and get her arousal under better control. There was a huge spike in sensitivity earlier, but she could probably manage without orgasming every five seconds if she used inertia instead of her hands. Wiggling a bit, her massives mammaries swing wildly left and right as she comments: “Aren’t you, like, way too uggo to temp for Chrissi?”

“You’re absolutely right!” Ignoring the insult Jack couldn’t help letting out a shark-toothed grin as he continued. “We got some very guests that we’ve invited to come on and they’ve just arrived. So with good timing, we’ll just introduce them whenever you pick a box.”

Jennifer couldn’t help feeling uneasy but that was certainly suspect. Maybe it was the person who set her up for this. She didn’t remember anyone signing her up but she also forgot anything that happened up to show up. So all she could really do at the moment is shake her biggy titties and say “Fine then? Number 6.”

“Alright. Let’s have our guests walk onto stage!”

Jennifer couldn’t help blanching at who walked out. When she asked the assistant to help her find them, she didn’t mean to have them show up! She wanted to chew them out over the phone where’d she have the high ground. Now they can just double team with the host and humiliate her. There was her former friend with her husband, opening up case 6 and revealing a dress for the audience.

As the options filled in, Jack announced “Would you please give some applause to our guests, the contributors to Jennifer’s lovely gift!”

Women At Work: Jennifer’s outfits will consist of sexy uniforms and dresses of roles stereotypical for women. Nurses, Secretaries, and even housewives are included as themes.

Hot to Handle: Jennifer’s new style will be Summertime chic with a hint of goth. Bootie shorts, thongs, and crop tops with chokers and the color black. Sexy shirts with chalk writing and fishnet.

Cosplay Cutie: Anything and everything that isn’t hers, Jennifer can wear. Styling after a character of a movie, anime, or videogame, she’ll always be ready for any convention!

Sponsered: Everything in Jennifer’s wardrobe is bought and paid for by a big corporation in hopes that she’ll spread the good word. Logos and branding will be plastered on them, and anytime she’s asked about it she’ll go into a spiel about promoting the company.