Heather's Growing Problems [Poll closed]

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief as Heather finally straightened herself up, pulling her skirt down to once again barely cover her private parts. Only once she spun around and settled back under Jack’s arm did the light of sentience return to her eyes, leaving her unaware of the humiliation her body had just endured.

“Wh… What just happened?... Sophia?”

“Heather…”

Sophia tentatively responded, relieved to realise the showrunners hadn’t taken her voice away this time around. She knew that was a privilege they could easily take away though. She had so many things she wanted to say to Heather, but most of them would most certainly see her silenced before she could get the words out.

Heather was absently looking around the studio like something had slipped her mind. The last thing she’d been doing before the Collar ‘switched her off’ was apologising to Sophia for their night at the hotel. No doubt having her consciousness disabled had derailed her train of thought. Sophia thought about taking the chance to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry for, but she worried that Jack might not approve.

“What’s going on? Tell me!”

She directed the last words towards the host with his arm wrapped around her. She knew better than to pull herself away from his grasp this time around.

“I’m glad you asked, my dear. Sophia’s portion of this round’s studio segment has just been wrapped up with our dear receiving a full set of her very own compulsions.”

“Compulsions!? What did they do to you, So?”

Sophia didn’t really know how to answer that. It would be too embarrassing and tedious to list them all out.

“W-well, they gave me, um… all of them.”

“All of them?... What does that even mean?”

“It means our next intermission is going to be very interesting indeed.” Jack piped in. “Of course, our princess isn’t the only one receiving a bimbo transformation today. You’ve a lot of catching up to do, my dear. A compulsion of your own, breast alterations and, of course, a rescaling of your assets to start us off.”

Heather visibly shrunk back away from the host at that, though she didn’t break away from his grasp.

“You’re going to-”

“Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. We won’t be doing anything to you.” he interrupted her, indicating himself and the audience with a wide gesture. “It will be your own best friend making the choices here. I’m sure she’ll choose only the options that work in your best interest.”

Heather glanced over to Sophia with uncertainty.

“Is that true, So?”

“Y-yes. I’ll be choosing the options to give you.”

It was partially the truth. It would certainly be up to her to make the final call, but she knew members in the audience would be trying to influence her decision to give Heather the more perverted options available. She knew that they would never let her tell her friend that fact though, and so she reluctantly said the words they wanted her to say instead before the Collar could **** them out of her.

Heather relaxed as she said it. Her trust in her friend seemed to outweigh the perils of the situation she was in, but that only made Sophia more tense for the pressure it placed on her.

“Well there’s no time like the present. Like I said, the first item on our agenda is a bump up, or perhaps a trim down, in the size of Heather’s lacking hemispheres. We all share an intimate understanding on how our darling cheerleader feels on this particular matter, so let’s not beat around the bush. Princess, I want you to think long and hard about everything we’ve learned over our time here in the studio and choose the perfect cup size for your co-contestant. Any letter on the scale is available for choosing, from mouth-watering Z cups down to tragic double As. Consider well and make the right choice.”

“Sophia!…”

Heather called out to her friend as Jack finished his instructions. The girls shared a glance, unspoken words running between them. Then the host snapped his fingers and Sophia felt the shift.

The sensation was so very much like when Sophia gained level-ups, but so very different at the same time. She was pulled back into her mental space as everything else faded away around her. This time around though, it didn’t feel like time had come to a stop. She could still hear the mumblings of the audience, but it was distant and muffled, like the sound of crashing waves while submerged in the ocean. It was a much more peaceful feeling. There was no pressure, no voice of the Control Collar bearing down on her to make a choice. All that mattered right now was her and her thoughts.

A voice was calling to her. She might have made it out if she would just strain her ears but she couldn't muster one ounce of desire to do so. The endless ocean was so soothing, so inviting that she couldn't bring herself to interrupt its boundless tranquillity. Instead she let the voice sound through her, resonating within every inch of her body as it wrapped her up in its warm embrace. Acceptance without comprehension. She shallowly nodded her head to acknowledge something unheard. Anything more would disturb the delicate peace.

The voice was a cradle rocking her gently as it lowered her deeper and deeper into the endless sea. The sound of cresting waves and the hum of the world above the surface began to melt away until they were nothing but a distant memory. The only sound left was the voice. It was her whole world and its dulcet tones promised warmth, comfort and succour if she would just accept it. The voice was instruction, guiding her to fall into a deeper state of relaxation. She didn't need to hear its words, just let them pour into her mind and register in the deepest levels of her subconscious.

There’s nothing to feel ashamed of…

The thought bubbled up from deep inside of her but the context was lost to her. She felt her body moving on its own but it was nothing worth paying attention to. All of it was just the voice guiding her to deeper serenity. She let her muscles grow limp and move as they pleased and she was rewarded by pulses of pleasant tingles building in her chest and spreading out to every inch of her body. The feeling was so familiar, but she didn't dwell on it any further. There was only one thing she needed to think about. As the voice began to fade away, she focused her thoughts on the task that it had left for her.

Heather… I need to decide what size breasts to give her.

I… don't really want to change her at all. Maybe it's best I leave her at her current size. They're nice how they are… But… is that really what's best for Heather? She made it very clear she wasn’t happy with what she had… Maybe a small bump up to boost her confidence? Double Ds? I've heard a lot that that size is sort of ideal for both men and women. I think that would make her happy.

_I should give Heather H-cups like she always wanted._ O-oh? H? Like what I used to have? She did say she’s always envied them. It hurt my heart to hear how much it bothered her. I can't bear to see Heather like this, she's a beautiful woman if only she would see it. If I gave her H cups, what I had before, maybe she'd finally see that herself. I know she's obsessed with mine when they were like that, and they wouldn't get too in the way for her. ‘O-obsessed’? I guess that’s one word to describe it, if what Jack said was true. And Heather never cared to deny it…

.You heard it yourself, Sophia, from Heather’s own mouth. She’s obsessed with your breasts and has desired breasts like yours ever since she was a child. You could do her a favour and give her H-cup breasts like you used to have. It’ll give her the attention she’s always desired, and it’s not even that inconvenient compared to some of the more **** options… W-wait. Is someone putting thoughts in my head? I shouldn’t listen to them, but… was anything they said wrong? Heather is clearly obsessed with my boobs. I've known Heather's had a desire for larger breasts for years. Why should I deny her what she actually wants?... Wait, Was that another thought planted in my head? Or have I really known about Heather’s envy all this time? The signs were always there. Have I been intentionally ignoring my own best friend’s anguish all these years because it’s convenient for me? I… I’m a terrible friend. Heather deserves to be happy. If she wants to be bigger I should support her decision and give her the biggest I can. The biggest? Is that what Heather wants?... I’m so confused. My head feels so foggy.

Her body showed the slightest omens of stirring as roots of anxiety started to take form inside her mind. As though in response to her internal struggles, the voice drew near again. She welcomed its soothing tones as it enveloped her completely. All she had to do was let it in to gently pull her back into the tides of relaxation. She could feel the source of all the tension in her body. A tightness around her chest.

I'm safe here... There’s no one here to see me... it's okay...

The thoughts echoed from somewhere deep down beyond her awareness, and a moment later she she felt the pressure lift from her chest, the tension melting away into the ocean around her. The pulses of pleasure emanating from her chest became waves if zen cascading through her body and drowning out any traces of tension that remained. There was no one else around her. It was okay to just let go and sink completely into the pleasure.

Yes… I feel so relaxed now. Now… I need to decide what breast size to give Heather… This is so important. I can’t mess this up… I need to think about what Heather wants… All the time and effort Heather spent on athletics... swimming, volleyball, hours at the gym, years of education in Sports Science... if that drive is fuelled by her desire to match my own bust... then what she really wants is huge breasts. If there is anything good coming out of this, then it’s me helping her to realise this desire. B-but how ‘huge’ should I make them? Surely H is big enough… I know that well enough from experience… But her envy will only end when she’s equal or larger. If not, she’ll continue to be jealous of my breasts… When she’s as big as I once was, will she still envy what I am now? Should I make her equal to me just to put an end to this all? Is that what I want? Someone with breasts just as big as mine, who understands what I'm going through, would certainly help a lot.

I think I want to rub my pussy thinking about Heather. W-what? No I don’t! Sophia wants Heather to have some seriously huge boobs. They’re trying to influence me again! Sophia thinks how good her friend would look with some serious honkers. No, I need to stop focusing on their influence! A real set of badonkers. Deep breaths, my thoughts are my own. Heather packin' some dobonhonkeros! These aren't thoughts I'd ever think! Stop putting thoughts in my head! They aren't even words at all! The biggest tits for Heather. No! I won’t give Heather the biggest tits the show can offer! Sophia loves enormous tits and knows the audience wants them as well. Ugh, maybe I should just give them what they want. But how would Heather even live with breasts like that? I could just... just make them not quite as big... just, smaller than a Z-cup. Like an S! That way, the audience is placated and Heather's life could still be improved...

N-no! What am I thinking? Breasts that big could never be an improvement, even if Heather wants and deserves to have the largest rack in the room. There’s no way giving my friend breasts that big could ever help her… Except… So far they've reduced Heather's personality and dedication to exercise to... to some kind of plot device to appeal to the audience! The only way I can protect Heather is to give her an easy out. If they focus on a specific part of her, they'll leave the rest of her personality and life intact. At least Heather... w-wants huge breasts, she'll be able to forgive me, especially with all these feelings she harbours towards me. So better make them huge so they can't keep their eyes off them!... Then again, do I need to make them that big to protect her? The audience seems pretty obsessed with my breasts too… Maybe I should just make her the same size as me after all…

_But remember how Heather described me at the bar as ‘the one with the massive rack’. _Yeah, that really wasn’t nice of her. She knows how deeply insecure I am about the size of my breasts and yet she casually discusses it with random strangers just to help her get into their pants. That’s… infuriating to be honest. She’s never respected how hard it is to have the biggest boobs in every room. Maybe she should have a taste of what it’s like. Give her breasts even bigger than mine. Then I can have a break from it for once. If Heather is even more of an overinflated bimbo-titted slut-cow, maybe I won't stand out. W-w-wait! What’s gotten into me? I do need to get back at Heather, but I can’t call her nasty names like that, even if she does mostly deserve it for how she’s treated me... Actually, yeah, she does deserve it. She has been a real cow to me. She deserves huge S-cup titties that put mine to shame. Then maybe once she knows what it’s like to have her boobs dominate her body, then I can forgive her for what she did.

.All this time, Heather wanted a figure like mine to be more confident? I can give her what she wants and she can help me to distract others from the hell this show puts me through. I'll give her bigger tits than mine, then our situation will be reversed and she'll be the one getting all the attention! We’re both getting what we want!

Sophia's eyes fluttered as she emerged from her trance. Her mind and body felt completely refreshed, like she'd woken up from a short nap. She would have loved if everything until now had been a dream, but when she opened her eyes she was still there on stage, looking out across the sea of faces, her hands sweeping in... large... circles...

Sophia shrieked as she realised what she was doing. Her dress had been pulled down to her ribs and her breasts were completely out in front of thousands of spectators. Her hands stopped in the middle of servicing them, one in the midst of tweaking a nipple. She immediately crossed one arm over in a futile attempt to cover herself while her other hand tried its best to pull her dress back into place. With the size of her chest and the tightness of its bust however, that proved most difficult. She frantically looked over to Heather for assistance as she struggled but was met with the glassy eyes of one not aware what was happening.

“Looks like you quite enjoyed your little thinking time” Jack quipped to audience laughter. “I must say your moans are quite angelic. It's a shame the world so rarely gets to hear them.”

Sophia silently cringed, trying her best to block out everyone around her as she stuffed the last of her boob-flesh back into place. There was nothing she could do at all about the way they treated her on this show. It was well within their power to **** her body to strip out of the dress entirely if she even showed the slightest spark of rebellion. All she could do was pout and try to move on.

“All fixed up? Alright, let's get on with the show.”

Jack snapped his fingers before Sophia even had a chance to settle. Light returned to Heather's eyes as she stirred, looking like she was waking up after performing at a hypnotist's show. The host continued to keep the girls off balance, launching into the next segment before Heather could process what was happening.

“So, Sophia, have you chosen what cup size to give your friend?”

Heather's gaze snapped over to Sophia again, her face holding the same silent declaration of trust in her best friend that they had before they'd both been put to sleep.

“I have!”

Sophia replied with utmost confidence. She'd carefully weighed up her options and come to a decision, not letting any of the audience's pervy suggestions take a hold of her. She was absolutely sure that what she'd chosen was what was best for both Heather and for herself.

“I want you to give Heather S-cups.”

Sophia beamed at her friend as she made the announcement, psyched to see her reaction to receiving the huge breasts she wanted and deserved. What she found instead, however, was the hopeful look on Heather’s face immediately melt into one of confusion and perturbation.

“S!? Y-you’re joking, right Sophia?”

Heather’s reaction caused Sophia a flicker of doubt. Heather wanted huge breasts, didn’t she? Her resolve quickly hardened, however, as though a supernatural **** refused to let her back down. Sure her reasoning was a little selfish, but Heather needed huge breasts to overcome her insecurities, and it wouldn’t be much of a lesson for her if she was thrilled about it right from the start. Heather would forgive her eventually, once she came to realise why this was in her best interests.

“No Heather. I’m not joking.”

“Well then. Looks like the princess has spoken.”

The host made his announcement with an amused grin. Heather turned on him angrily, her gaze fiery with accusation.

“You! What did you do to her?! This isn’t like her at all! Sophia would neve-”

Sophia felt a smoulder of irritation in her gut as her friend dismissed her. Did Heather really think she was so weak-willed that she would let anyone manipulate her into such an important decision. The ember rapidly erupted into an inferno as the unseen **** fuelled the flames of her pride, all but compelling her to speak out.

“No, Heather! I made this choice of my own volition. This is what you deserve!”

The assertiveness was so unlike Sophia and she couldn’t say where it came from. She wasn’t sure that she liked it either but she had ****. Now that she’d made her decision she couldn’t let anyone talk her out of it. Heather looked just as perplexed by her friend’s aggression, rendered utterly speechless for a moment as her eyes bore into Sophia’s. Jack took the opportunity to step in.

“It doesn't look like our dear is going to change her mind, so let’s not waste any more time. Control Collar, let’s get on with the transformation!”

“No! Please!” Heather screamed as her body sprung into motion, growing increasingly frantic as she tore at the Collar on her neck. “Why, Sophia, why?! You don’t know what you’re saying! Is this about the teasing? I- I didn’t know you hated it so much. I’ll show you more respect in the future, I promise! Just please don’t do this to me! Please! I’m begging you! Please! Please! Please, please pleasepleasepleaseplease...”

Heather’s frantic pleas descended into ****, incoherent rambling as her legs carried her to centre stage, ensuring everyone in the audience would get an unobstructed view of what was about to take place. The entire time she clawed at the Control Collar, her nails scraping scratch marks into her neck. The look of fear on her face tore at Sophia’s heart but she remained resolute. This needed to happen. It was in everyone’s best interest to give Heather huge breasts. If even Sophia could see that, who knew more than anyone what it was like to have them, then it had to be true.

Heather’s cries were cut off as a jolt shook her body. Time seemed to slow as she looked down at her chest in horror, no doubt feeling the same heat building up inside her that Sophia had a few rounds before. Sophia could almost sense the tension building behind her friend’s ribs, ready to erupt outwards into twin mountains of feminine flesh. Heather dropped her hands to her chest in a futile last-ditch attempt to hold back the coming expansion.

When Sophia heard a tiny moan escape her friend’s lips, she knew it had started. Just like when her own breasts had been blown up into the objectifying masses they were now, the growth started almost imperceptibly. For agonising seconds everyone watched as Heather’s face twisted in discomfort at the alien sensation of her breasts filling and stretching.

Slowly Sophia started to see movement in her friend’s chest. Her skin seemed to flow and shift towards her breasts from every direction, its meeting point hidden away beneath what little fabric they’d provided to cover up her chest. From her position, Sophia had almost a side-on view of Heather, and so she was first to notice when the girl’s bra began filling out. The top was already tight around Heather’s perky bust. It didn’t take much for the fabric to stretch taut against her growing mounds. The pressure directed the expansion upwards, and gradually a deep valley of cleavage began to form. For a moment Heather had the DD’s Sophia had considered giving her, but the expansion had only just begun.

By this time the crowd was beginning to notice what was happening and a buzz of excitement began to rise from the stalls. Heather had squeezed her eyes shut and her body was shaking, no doubt fighting through the pain of the bra squeezing in on her ribs. With every second her breasts continued to grow, forcing the garment to stretch even more impossibly tightly across her chest until Sophia feared it might explode. She wanted to scream for Jack to put an end to this sadistic display, but all she could do was continue to watch. The host regarded the scene for a few seconds longer, then raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

At once Sophia could see the pressure lifting from her friend. Heather's bra shimmered for a second as it morphed before her eyes. The band maintaining its structure seemed to melt away, leaving the garment more like a loose, sleeveless top draped over Heather's chest. Her breasts immediately fell into the newly opened space. The relief on her body was instant, and a momentary expression of bliss spread across her friend's face as she took a deep breath in. The new garment provided more coverage to preserve Heather's modesty, managing to cover up her breasts for now, but her expansion was still far from over and Sophia could already see the fabric riding up her bosom as it continued to grow.

It started to go faster now. Heather's breasts had so much further to grow than Sophia's had, starting out as mere peaches and growing beyond what Sophia could imagine. Both girls were transfixed, watching as they swelled up before their eyes. The fabric rode up higher and higher as the mounds pushed out further from Heather's body. With each passing moment, her boobs grew fatter, rounder, and heavier. Heather clutched to them, though it was clear there was nothing she could do to slow them down. As they grew to match Sophia's girth, they also reached the limit of what her new top could contain, and smooth, spotless skin glistening with beads of sweat spilled out from underneath. The crowd cheered as Heather struggled to pull the fabric down to keep as much of them covered as she could. Still they continued to grow.

The last stretch was over in the blink of an eye. It was just as Heather’s top was threatening to creep up over her nipples that it finally came to an end, leaving two perfectly round hemispheres bulging out from underneath. Heather just stood there, her hands still clutching at her extended breasts like she wasn’t sure they were real. Her eyes darted from one to the other filled with horror and disbelief. Her lip quivered as though she was on the verge of tears.

> Wh-what have I done?...

It was only now seeing Heather so distraught like this that something clicked in Sophia’s head, and she saw the situation for what it truly was. Heather was stood cradling her newly swollen breasts, ones now each around twice the size of her head, trying to process that this was the way her body was now. And Sophia was the one responsible for giving them to her. She’d been absolutely certain that this was in her friend’s best interests, but seeing her like this she couldn’t understand how she thought breasts like these would improve her friend’s life.

“Why… Why would you do this to me, So?”

As though sensing her doubts, Heather spoke out as she continued to take in what lay before her, her voice barely above a whisper. Sophia didn’t know how to answer. She tried to summon her earlier conviction, the almost supernatural guiding **** that made her so sure that this was the right choice, but every mote of confidence had abandoned her. All of her reasoning just seemed so flimsy now in light of the reality that took place before her.

“I- I thought you w-wanted this.”

Sophia’s response was weak and shaky. The sound broke Heather from her stupor, and her features twisted into an angry sneer as she rounded on Sophia, voice raised without a care for anyone watching her.

“Wanted this? Why would I want something like this Sophia? You know what I wanted! Jack spelled it all out for you, for fuck’s sake. I was jealous of you, Sophia. I wanted nice, shapely tits like what you had. Not these… these nasty slut melons! What girl would want fat fucking cow udders like these?!”

Tears welled up in Sophia’s eyes that she struggled to hold back. In all their years together Heather had never spoken to her like this. The girl barely ever even swore around her. It really made it sink in just how horrible a mistake she’d just made.

“I-I didn’t mean to-”

“You didn’t mean to? You didn’t mean to shout ‘No, Heather, this is what you deserve’?! Why, Sophia? Why do I deserve this? Is it because I teased you about your breasts? Did you hate it that much, you had to turn me into some fat-titted freak as payback!? Why didn’t you just talk to me?!”

“I- I don’t…”

Sophia couldn’t respond. Her chest tightened every time she tried to get a word out. She never hated Heather teasing her. It could be embarrassing, sure, but it made her feel warm inside to have that kind of relationship with her best friend. It was finding out that Heather invited other men to check her out that irked her. That barely seemed to matter now though. What she’d done was so much worse. She’d forever cursed her own best friend with these obscene ‘slut melons’ out of petty ****. Sure, she’d had other reasons for doing it, but those boiled down to selfishness or outright delusion. As though Heather was ever going to be better off with these beach balls strapped to her chest? Now she was going to have to live with them for the rest of her life.

“Well well. It seems our cheerleader isn’t too happy about the gifts her friend has given her. I wonder, perhaps she’d like to give her a little something back in return?”

“What are you talking about?”

Sophia felt a short-lived sense of relief as Heather's pointed gaze moved from her to Jack, before she processed what the host had said.

“Piqued your interest, have I? Well you see my dear, in granting you the first of your transformations, Sophia has also gained herself a level in the Metagame, and I'm sure one of the new rules it brings will be of some interest to you at the moment. Let's take a look.”

METAGAME LEVEL 1

Catfight
Heather may choose to level up one of Sophia's alterations in retribution for a Metagame change she has given her, selecting the modification on Sophia's behalf with her own inhibitions lowered and emotions heightened. Heather will be aware of all of Sophia’s alterations for the duration of making this decision.

Selective Memory
When planting thoughts in Sophia’s head, audience members may attempt to make Sophia forget or 'remember' details about each option to make them sound more palatable. After her trance, Sophia will believe she made her selection based on the full, original details of the alteration.

The latest set of new rules flashed up on the screen, but Sophia could somehow only make out the first. The words of the second seemed to slip from her mind as she ran her eyes over them. She couldn’t spare time to think on it however, as the first of the rules demanded her full attention.

“The Catfight rule opens an extra dimension for our Metagame, a chance for Heather to rein in a little of the power her friend holds over her. Should Sophia choose an alteration that goes against her sensibilities, Heather now has the choice to get back at her by advancing one of Sophia’s skills a level. During these brief periods we’ll make Heather aware of all Sophia’s alterations to allow her to make a choice, and should she elect to take us up on our offer, she'll run through the levelling procedure on Sophia's behalf as her friend takes the back seat. So my dear, perhaps you'd be interested in turning the tables in this little game?”

Sophia could see her friend giving the idea considerable thought. Her brows furrowed as her eyes moved between Sophia, the host and the globes that now sat permanently at the bottom of her vision.

“Don't do it, Heather, please. You’re not thinking straight right now. Please don’t do this to me.”

“Oh, so now you beg? Like I begged not to be given these? You know what, do it Jack. If Sophia wants my life to revolve around these big balloons on my chest, she should get to live with it too. Level up Sophia's Bolt-ons skill!”

As soon as the words left Heather’s lips, Sophia could feel herself being dragged back into her thoughts.

Bolt-ons advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[BE Model] - Sophia will feel a surge of arousal whenever her breasts get in the way of something she or someone else is doing - [JUSTIFIED]

[Boob Doll] - Sophia's breasts will look a little more doll-like, becoming perfectly smooth and shiny with more vibrantly coloured nipples

[Hot Topic] - Hearing about Sophia's breast implants seeds an accumulating curiosity over how they feel

Catfight active - Heather will make the perk selection. Sophia will advise…

There was something very different about the selection process this time around. It now occurred to Sophia that in the all the times she'd had to choose a new modification, she'd never been aware of anything else around her. Once time had come to a halt and she was **** back into her own head, it had always just been her and the decision she had to make. That was what her whole world became. This time though, there was Heather, facing away from her. It wasn't like she could see her friend, not with her eyes at least, but she was there all the same. She was all that was there, except for a screen that the girl was looking down at. Even without reading it Sophia already knew what was on that screen. It was the same words that were in her head, but this time it was Heather appraising them.

"So I have to choose one of these options to give Sophia, huh?"

Sophia could hear her friend's voice, though it wasn't through her ears. It seemed to resonate inside her head from every direction at once. Sophia had no mouth to speak back, but trying to formulate the words was enough to have them ring out in response.

Please Heather, don’t do this.

The Heather she 'saw' didn't turn to face her, but Sophia could almost feel the anger radiating off her.

"It’s too late for that, you bitch. You should have thought about it when you gave me these slutty tits."

I’m so sorry Heather. I truly am. It hurts my heart so much that I did this to you.

"Oh yeah? Well I fucking doubt it hurts more than the thought of having to live the rest of my life like this. If you’re truly sorry, if you care about our friendship one fucking bit, you’ll help me pick the one you find most humiliating!"

Sophia was taken aback by the sheer **** of the rage projected in her friend's voice.

This isn’t like you Heather. The Collar is making you angry and vengeful!

"I don’t give a fuck! Answer me this right now or I swear we’re never talking again. Do you or do you not deserve this after what you did?"

...

"Alright, then fuck y-"

No, wait! Y-You’re right… I do deserve it. I’ve done something horrible to you and I deserve whatever punishment you want to give me. I’ll… I’ll help you choose one.

"Good. At least you can admit it..."

The tide of anger relented for a time as Heather turned her attention to the options she had to consider.

"Well, I guess without your Sweater Puppies, people won’t be talking about those fake jugs of yours out loud so much anymore. That’s a shame. I know how much you’d hate people asking to feel them all the time. We can take that one off the table, yes?"

R-right…

"So we’ve got doll tits or a new kink to choose from. I think the former would be fitting, don’t you? Fake doll tits for a fake bitch?"

I-I’m not fake, Heather. I really care about you. I… I chose S because I truly thought that was best for you.

"Well I truly think doll tits are what’s best for you. Shiny screw-tops with pretty pink nipples. I think you should beg me to give them to you, So. Do it!"

B-but I, ah… Please, Heather. Please give me sh-shiny fake doll tits with pretty pink nipples…

"Ha, that felt nice. Maybe I will give you them, but I think I might like the last option better. Tell me, So. How often have your boobs gotten in the way since you got them?"

Um, a-all the time.

"Like when exactly?" she snapped at Sophia with annoyance evident.

U-um… While writing, cooking, doing yoga… Th-there’s some positions I just can’t do anymore. And I keep knocking things over by accident a-and they keep pressing keys on my keyboard…

"Perfect. Sounds like it’ll affect you a lot then. You can’t see this Sophia, but there’s a Justified trap attached to that option, so you wouldn’t even remember receiving this mod if I gave it to you. You won’t have any idea why you get so turned on by having your own boobs turning you into a clumsy ditz."

No, Heather, please…

"No? I thought you were helping me? You should be begging me to make you soak your panties over the tits you hate so much!"

I-... I-I...Y-you’re right. I’m sorry.

"Get to it then! And make it sexy, or you can forget about me ever forgiving you."

Ah… I… I… P-please Heather. Please make me s-s-soak my panties, o-over my huge, heavy knockers getting in the way of everything I do. Please turn me into a… a clumsy ditz who gushes over how impossible life is with these swollen udders hanging from my chest. Please make me get so, so wet over the fact that I can’t do anything at all without my fat, bulging s-slut melons messing everything up. P-... Please can I stop now?

"Wow, that was way hotter than I expected from you. You really have a knack for self-deprecation. Alright So, I think you convinced me. I’ve made my choice."

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will feel a surge of arousal whenever her breasts get in the way of something she or someone else is doing.

JUSTIFIED trap triggered. Sophia will forget the chosen modification and will rationalise the effects of it for herself.

A shiver ran down Sophia's body as time started up again. Never had her best friend acted so coldly towards her. She had heard that steely severity in Heather's voice before, whenever the girl came to her rescue from pushy or touchy drunks on a night out, and at those times it usually made her feel so safe. Having that tone turned against her, though, made her want to collapse to her knees in despair. All she wanted to do was say she was sorry a thousand times and do whatever it took to make things right with her friend again. Even degrading herself meant nothing in comparison, and words like those were starting to come worryingly easier to her here in the studio.

Sophia watched as Heather winced and shook her head. Whatever headspace the mod selection took place in must have been tough on her. Sophia studied her face, **** for any clue as to what was going on inside her mind. She looked serious, but didn't wear the same anger that had burned inside her as they shared thoughts. Sophia was hesitant to think she was any closer to being forgiven however. As though giving voice to her worry, Jack addressed the addled Heather with a question.

“So, my dear, did that manage to slake your thirst for payback? Or perhaps you wish you could have done more?”

The sound drew Heather’s attention towards the host. Her mouth opened like she was going to reply, but instead it only hung open without making a sound. Her gaze flicked over to Sophia, and they locked eyes for a single second before the girl jerked her head away and returned to staring off into space deep in thought, her expression indiscernible.

> What does that mean? What are you thinking Heather?

“Well it looks like our dear needs a few more minutes to mull everything over. In the meantime, we've another announcement to make. To commemorate Sophia's tenth modification, come courtesy of her friend, we're advancing her Skill Tree to level 2, and that means a whole bundle of new rules and traps to be added into the mix.”

> Ten? I have ten already?!

Sophia's eyes widened in alarm as she ran through the numbers in her head. She had gained a level in five of her breast skills and three of her compulsions. That had to mean they were including her two unity changes in the count as well, even the one that was now completely redundant…

“So, what exciting additions do we have to add to the line-up today? Let's take a look.”

SKILL TREE LEVEL 2

Cascade
Whenever Sophia chooses a modification of level 2 or higher when levelling up, there is a 50% chance that she must also choose a modification from the level below. This can trigger multiple times during a single level-up, and each selection has individual chances to trigger inversion and critical hits.

Critical Hit!
Whenever Sophia is presented with a selection of modifications to choose from when levelling up, there is a 10% chance her options will come from the next level up instead. Whenever Sophia is given a random modification from any source, there is a 10% of it upgrading to one from the next level up.

New Traps: Siren and Normality

Siren: Those who would take advantage of the effects of the chosen modification will become aware of them while within Sophia’s proximity. Everyone else will remain unaware of any external **** acting on her, believing all of her resulting actions to be of her own volition. If Sophia is not inverted, her next selection is guaranteed to trigger it.
Normality: The effects of the modification will become public knowledge. Others will believe it to be part of the natural order of things, will never attempt to prevent the effects from happening regardless of how they personally feel about it, and consider it unnatural and taboo for Sophia to go against the effects of the modification.

“The Cascade rule comes in just in time for our princess to start getting the first of her skills to level two, giving her chances to pick up some of the mods she missed along the way. Critical Hits give a small chance to gain higher level mods before their time. Together these will make for some explosive level-ups to help grow Sophia’s burgeoning collection of modifications.

“And should any of those modifications bear the new Siren trap, they’ll be painting a big target on our princess’s back. Their sweet song will call out to those with the dirtiest minds, giving them insight on how to take advantage of them. To demonstrate, we’re applying this trap retroactively onto Sophia’s Knockers mod, stating ‘Sophia has a great tendency to forget about or be oblivious to items resting in her cleavage’. Anyone with the level of playground humour to play such a trick on her will become fully aware that Sophia will likely be oblivious to anything they slip between her boobs. It doesn’t **** them to take advantage of this fact, but knowing exactly what they can get away with will often be temptation enough to partake. Everyone else, meanwhile, will be left wondering why she’s walking around with the offending item smushed between her breasts, remaining completely unaware of her enforced obliviousness.

“On the other hand we have the Normality traps - tricky little pitfalls that completely change the way a mod works. We’re demonstrating this one with Sophia’s Sweater Puppies mod, stating ‘Sophia thanks people for squeezing her breasts during conversation’. From here on out this will be a universally accepted truth. People will be simply unable to imagine a world where Sophia doesn’t thank someone for helping themselves to a handful as they talk to her. Though the trap doesn’t otherwise affect people’s emotions, this normalcy means that bystanders will never attempt to intervene. Someone may feel a dose of second-hand embarrassment seeing Sophia thank her groper, but they will always accept that that is just the reality they live in.

“Where these traps get really interesting, however, is how they affect Sophia herself. As it was before, our darling would thank her groper as a form of reflex or compulsion. From now on there will be no such **** guiding her to do so. It will be entirely of Sophia’s volition whether to comply with the terms of the mod. The catch is that it will now feel unnatural for Sophia to work against this new natural order. Even though she knows in her mind that it is the work of her modifications, every whisper of her soul will tell her that not thanking her groper is wrong, creating an inescapable discord with reality. This feeling will fade over the course of hours, but can Sophia manage to honour her principles when every fibre of her being is telling her doing so is unnatural? Or will those principles shift to accept this new sense of normalcy? These will be interesting answers to uncover as our darling’s Skill Tree continues to grow.”

Sophia was only half listening as Jack made his explanation. All these rules being piled on her felt too abstract to matter right now. It wasn’t even surprising that they’d once again attached traps to the changes they’d already made to her retroactively. Her focus was still on her friend staring off forlornly into the distance, She couldn’t take her eyes off the absurd swollen mounds she was responsible for inflicting on her friend. They were unmistakably the defining feature of her body now, almost completely obscuring the abs that previously held that position. With just one sentence she’d completely ruined her best friend’s life.

“Well there’s more to get through, so it’s about time we moved on to have Sophia choose out the special properties to give her friend’s newly majestic udders. First though, I think we need a moment to check out the fruits of Heather’s transformation. Of course, a sample of the Collar’s previous work will be necessary to compare as well.”

“Me?!”

An excited squeal arose from the rear of the stage, finally pulling Sophia’s attention back to the ongoing show.

“Ah, I’m afraid not, Chrissi darling. I know you’re always pumped up to show off those lovely melons we blessed you with, but we can’t be having you upstage our contestants on their own show. There’ll be plenty more opportunities for you to join in later in the show.”

“Aww.”

> Wait. What is he talking about? Sh-show off… He means me?!

“Of course I mean our dear princess. How could two young ladies hope to be called best friends without having compared bosoms against each other? What better way to make up after their little tiff than to share such a bond-building moment for us here on stage? Now, shall we begin?”

Jack snapped his fingers and Sophia felt the Control Collar impose its will on her body. Before she could hope to resist, it already had her walking out towards the front of the stage.

> N-no. Please! Why is this happening? I’ve done everything you asked of me! I’ve been a good little kitty. Why are you making me humiliate myself again?!

Sophia tried as hard as she could to wrestle control of her body, pulling herself back with as much of her weight as she could manage. She needed to fight it now more than ever, to prove to herself she had the willpower to withstand the compulsions now infesting her mind. With all of her effort she managed to get her legs dragging slowly along the floor, but they continued on to their destination regardless. To her side she saw Heather also walking forward, barely resisting her own Collar’s commands. The girl was usually so strong willed, but the shock of her vulgar body transformation had sapped her of her will to fight back.

Together the girls took their places at the front of the stage. Heather didn’t turn to look at her friend, keeping her gaze locked firmly ahead instead. Sophia wanted so badly to know what was going on inside her head. The thought distracted her long enough for the Collar to effortlessly move her hands up to the hem of her dress, hooking under the fabric in preparation to tug it down. Panic filled Sophia’s mind. She tried as hard as she could to tell her fingers to release their grasp but they wouldn’t so much as twitch. They just held in place, mocking her as anxiety rose over her upcoming exposure. She could feel her heart racing through the fingers pressed against her breast.

The moment seemed to last for minutes. Beside her Heather also had her fingers hooked under her top, ready to tug it up. Sophia still couldn’t see her face, but she could see the tension in her stiff shoulders. No matter how at odds the girls were, in that moment they were unified beside one another, facing the humiliation of exposing their shamefully swollen chests on television.

All at once Sophia’s hands jerked downwards, forcing a squeal of surprise from her lips. She instinctively twisted her head to the side, too embarrassed to look out and meet the faces of the people leering at her. This was far from the first time the show had her expose herself like this, but it was never going to get any easier for her. She never wanted to live in a world where she wasn’t ashamed of the gratuitous, smutty mounds that sat on her chest, especially now that they’d become custom-designed ‘slut melons’ built to fulfil the gross fantasies of her perverted audience.

But complaining about the size of her bust didn’t entirely sit right, not with Heather beside her baring her own breasts to the world. Sophia’s woes seemed paltry in comparison to what she’d inflicted on her friend. If Sophia’s hefty masses now overshadowed every aspect of her life, then Heather’s now completely dominated hers. How was she meant to swim, run, go to the gym or do any other sports with those absurd lumps hanging down her front. Sophia had completely destroyed an entire aspect of her friend’s life, and that wasn’t even to mention that no one would ever, ever take Heather seriously again. She had no right to feel bad for herself after what she’d done.

“Come on girls. Look like you know each other.”

Jack’s taunting voice came from over Sophia’s shoulder and the Collar responded, making her step to the side towards her friend so they were shoulder to shoulder. Her hand moved on its own to cup Heather’s backside through her skirt, and she felt the girl’s hand do the same to her, but her attention barely lingered on it before drawing back to her chest.

Both girls had breasts easily big enough to spill out to the sides of their body, creating a sizable impact zone as their bodies came together. With a thud their breasts collided, the ensuing shockwave causing them both to shake. Sophia braced, expecting the wild, weight-shifting jiggles of her Knockers, before remembering that alteration was no longer active. Still, even the muted motions of her heaving breasts were embarrassing enough for Sophia to close her eyes until they settled. The girls’ bosoms fought for the limited space between them. Sophia’s had the advantage however, thanks to the sculpted firmness of her Bolt-ons. They sunk into Heather’s cool, soft flesh with barely any resistance.

“With our girls so generously showing off their prizes, we can really see the differences in what they’ve been given. Our cheerleader’s certainly dominate in size and softness; the perfect pillows for any lucky person to sink into. Meanwhile, our princess holds the advantages of her Bolt-ons and Fuck Pillow enhancements, their sculpted firmness making for the perfect handholds for any man as they plunge their cock between them or into any orifice of their choosing.”

Sophia cringed at the host’s crude description. She wasn’t an ‘orifice’ to plunge anything into, nor were these obscene lumps that had been **** on her prizes for her or anyone else.

“Such a gorgeous sight of our lovely contestants. Let’s all enjoy the view a while longer as we take a peek at the options for Heather’s breast alterations.”

Sophia assumed that the mentioned options showed up on the screen behind her but her body was stuck facing the audience. A chorus of murmurs arose from in front of her as they discussed what she couldn’t see. Meanwhile, one of her hands was idly groping her breast, and the other had slipped under her friend’s skirt to start fondling her bum. She tried her best to ignore all of this and focus her attention on Heather. This was her one chance to talk to her and apologise for what she’d done.

“Listen Heather. I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you. I truly thought this was what was best for both of us, but I was so, so wrong.”

Sophia tried to keep her voice low, fearful that if Jack heard them talking he would put an end to it. Heather barely responded to it, narrowly twisting her neck but not enough to face Sophia. She looked so defeated, with shoulders hunched and head bowed. Her voice came out flat as she spoke.

“It’s okay, So. They did something to you. They made you pick it.”

“No, Heather, they didn’t. I chose it of my own volition. I promise you I will never let them influence what I choose for you!”

That was something she was still absolutely certain of. She’d been able to tell when thoughts had been planted in her head. Some of them had made good points, but none of them had swayed Sophia from what she was actually thinking.

“Then why did you pick it? Was it the teasing?”

“Not at all! I… I really like it when you tease me. I don’t know why. It just makes me feel warm inside. I guess you overdo it sometimes, but it's one of the few things I like about having big breasts… I don’t know why I chose S. I guess I just wanted someone else to know how I feel. And I was a little mad about you talking to guys about my boobs.”

Heather went silent, considering what Sophia had said. After a while she lifted her head and spoke.

“Do you remember the modification I chose for you, So?”

Sophia thought back. She remembered the way that Heather had spoken to her in her thoughts, the anger that had scared her, but she couldn’t remember at all what her friend had chosen for her, or even what the other options were.

“I don’t”

Heather hesitated for a second, like she was still gathering her thoughts. It was clear whatever she wanted to say wasn’t easy for her.

“When they took me to that place, it’s like they turned all my emotions up to eleven. I was just so furious at you, I couldn’t calm down no matter how much you said you were sorry. I wanted to hurt you as badly as I could. And then when it ended, all that rage died down again and I realised what I’d done. I… I did something horrible to you, So. The mod I chose, it’s going to really mess with your mind. And you won’t even know it’s happening.”

> My mind!?

Sophia froze for a second. The thought of changes affecting her mind was what most terrified her. She quickly snapped out of it though and responded. She’d already made up her mind on how to proceed.

“It’s okay, Heather. I forgive you. Whatever you did, I deserved it completely after what I did. Let’s just call us even.”

“Even?...”

For a second Heather turned to look up at her friend. Sophia gave her the warmest smile back she could manage given the situation. Heather didn’t return it, but Sophia could sense a subtle shift in her demeanour as she turned away again.

“I don’t remember them now, but when they offered me the choice to level up one of your skills, I remember thinking ‘You have all of these changes made to you and it’s only been three rounds’... They really are going to transform us, aren’t they, So? Us two, we’re just… slaves to this perverted game they’ve put us in. They’ll alter every aspect of our lives one by one to fit their sick fantasies.”

Sophia shifted uncomfortably as Heather said it. Until now, she’d been trying not to think too hard or too often about her future in the game. She’d had her eyes set firmly on the present, hoping she might wake up to her normal life or someone would rescue her before it went too far. That was seeming increasingly unlikely though, and she was fast approaching the time she knew she’d have to face reality.

“I won’t blind myself to what’s going on, So. This Catfight rule they’ve added; they want us to keep using it. They’re going to try and turn us on each other, set us at each other’s throats. And they will succeed. I’m sure of it. No matter how much we fight and trade blows, though, we need to remember deep down that we’re in this together, and it’s this bastard show that’s our real enemy. Right Sophia? No matter how much I curse and scream at you in here, I won’t remember any of it out there. I’ll be so confused about all these changes that are happening to me. I need you to look after me out there. Promise?”

Finally Heather turned to look at her friend full on. A sad smile covered her lips, one shining with the slightest glimmer of hope. Sophia returned it in kind.

“I promise I will Heather.”

Nothing more needed to be said after that. Having reaffirmed their friendship and promised to see each other through the upcoming trials, the girls stood side by side looking out over the audience leering back at them. Their hands affectionately stroked each other’s butts in what their Control Collars would have them believe was a show of camaraderie between female best friends. After another half-minute or so, Jack finally spoke up again.

“That should be long enough for our audience to burn this lovely sight into their brains. Let’s get you lovely ladies back to your places to check out your options for Heather’s next phase. Oh, and just forget about your exposure for now.”

The Collar buzzed again, and Sophia was glad to finally have control of her body again. She ran her hands along Heather’s back in one last comforting gesture before dropping them to her side and making her way back to her place. Heather walked with an almost-confidant stride, seeming to have regained some of her fire after their conversation. As she got back to her place, Sophia looked up to the board to read the options presented to them.

• Stewardship: No good thing ever comes for free. In exchange for the sizable upgrade we've made to Heather's bosom, BoB holds contractual ownership over what we've given her. Each week we'll be lending them out to a single individual she knows, as well as to anyone she goes on a date with, to do with as they wish for seven days duration. Heather must always allow her boobs' owners to do whatever they want with them and follow any orders they give her directly related to her breasts. The owners may each choose whether bystanders ignore their actions or judge Heather for what she is allowing them to do to her.
• Imposter Syndrome: Heather's breast-inferiority complex has taken root so deeply in her soul, even acquiring a hefty bosom of her own has only fanned the flames of her envy. Heather will develop a full-on obsession with large busts, especially Sophia’s, each of which she considers superior to her own. Heather won't be able to help herself from fawning over large boobs, becoming helplessly submissive to those who have them. Additionally, Heather will constantly crave validation that her tits are just as sexy as her friend's despite not believing it, and will melt to putty whenever hers receives a compliment.
• Boob-linked: Heather's breasts will now be intrinsically linked with Sophia's, becoming completely identical in every possible way. Whenever either girl's breasts change shape, size or sensitivity, the other's will immediately change to match them. Any stimulation to either girl's breasts will be felt by the other simultaneously no matter how far apart they are, and if either girl has their breasts uncovered for any reason, the other will feel compelled to expose theirs no matter where they are.
• Punching Bags: Top athletes must be durable and able to fight through any pain. We'll modify Heather's breasts to be able to withstand just about any punishment without suffering damage. Any pain inflicted on Heather's breasts will deliver twice as much pleasure. Additionally, it will be considered socially acceptable for anyone to inflict pain on Heather's breasts, whether to express anger at her or to use them as stress balls or even literal punching bags. Heather will never prevent anyone from using her breasts this way.
• A Mile in her Bra: With an expansive bosom to match her friend's, Heather may finally start to understand what Sophia has been going through all these years. Heather will now experience accumulating anxiety from even the slightest mention or hint of exposure of her new breasts. Such exposure will prove necessary for her however, as Heather will now only be able to achieve orgasm through the highly sensitive and addictive sensation of others stimulating them. The only way for Heather to alleviate these accrued anxieties is through special bonding sessions with Sophia, wherein they grope each other to orgasm while explicitly discussing each other’s boob-related experiences.
• Trim the Fat: The volume of her bosom may have gone far beyond what Heather desires, but fortunately breasts are mostly fat, and she knows just how to deal with excess fat. Heather's boob-weight will not be reduced under a regular workout however, only responding to a regimen of special 'sexercises'. Topical sperm supplements and massages will make up part of Heather's weekly workload, and a strict daily routine of titty fucks, nude doggy thrusts and dildo squats will be necessary for Heather to see significant losses. Missing more than a day of these will see her boobs quickly bloat up to their original size.
• Attention Seekers: Heather just can't keep her hands off her shiny new toys, completely and hopelessly addicted to having them stimulated. Anytime she has even a moment's privacy, she will find it nearly impossible not to pull her breasts out of her top to play with. While in public Heather will be constantly distracted looking for time alone to satisfy her urges, her nipples constantly erect as a reminder for their need to be touched. Should Heather notice anyone particularly interested in her assets, she will be urged to quietly proposition them, and should they accept, Heather will immediately drop whatever she is doing to drag them somewhere private to let them have their way with her bosom.

“Now Heather,” the host started once the girls had sufficient time to read, “our audience would love to know your opinions on these options before Sophia makes her choice. Of course, a good best friend shouldn’t need any hints on what your preference is, so we’ll just switch off our princess’s listening retention for the time being.”

Again without warning the Collar buzzed around Sophia's neck, bringing with it an almost out-of-body sensation. She could still hear, but it was like her sense of hearing was completely disconnected from the rest of her mind. She couldn't parse what the sounds actually were, and they faded from her mind almost as soon as she heard them. She knew logically that Jack and Heather must be speaking to each other, and she heard what must have been words entering her ears, but she couldn't assign any meaning to them at all.

“Alright, little miss, take us through your thoughts. Start with your least loved.”

“My ‘least loved’ is Impostor Syndrome. After hearing you talk about how insecure I’ve been about my body, I do not want that amplified any further. Then Stewardship. No one gets to own part of my body except me. Attention Seekers seems like it would make my life really difficult for me. I don’t like the idea of becoming addicted to playing with these. The other four… aren’t so bad I guess. A Mile in her Bra would help me understand what Sophia is going through and that’s something I probably need, but I don’t want to feel any more anxiety about these things than I already will. Punching Bags might actually let me manage some kind of sport if I got it, but I don’t like the thought of people casually punching me in the boobs. Trim the Fat and Boob-linked are easily the best though, just for the chance to shrink these down again. Obviously Boob-linked is better, but I would happily humiliate myself just to get these down to even Sophia’s size.”

“Thank you very much, my dear. That should be plenty enough for our audience to digest while Sophia makes her decision. Let’s see what she comes up with.”

Sophia watched Jack raise his hand to click his fingers, and though she couldn’t process the sound of it, her awareness was pulled back into her thoughts regardless.

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading, and doubly so for anyone who submitted thoughts to plant in Sophia's head.

Even after my second survey for Heather's breast size, the results were close between H, M and S. There were some very strong suggestions given for bigger sizes however so ultimately I went for S. I've added in some of the options people expressed interest in from the smaller sizes to make up for it (plus a bonus one I came up with later on.)

As you may have noticed, you have a new tool available to you when writing out thoughts to plant in Sophia's head. The Selective Memory rule allows you to make her forget details from her available options or remember fake details to make them sound more palatable. There's a limit on how much you can alter her memory though, so you can't **** it by making her remember the option as something completely different for instance, but it should still be a powerful tool regardless. If you want to make use of it, use {curly brackets} to show details you want Sophia to remember or make her {FORGET details} like this.

As always, feel free to let me know your thoughts on the chapter. Feedback and critique are always welcome. I also haven't come up with all the options for Heather's compulsion round so feel free to offer any suggestions you have for those.

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