I don't wanna hold you back anymore, no

The instant Vivian took the sheet off the Bounty Board, it began glowing like a strobe. The flashing light crawled its way down her fingers, picking up speed as it went, shooting up her arm and wrapping around her body until all of her was glowing bright. Kim and Sylvia shielded their eyes as the light faded, and Vivian’s transformation kicked in.

RIIIIIII-IIIIIIPP!

The sound of tearing silk filled the lounge. Vivian gasped as she looked down in horror at her fancy pajama top ripping open as her breasts expanded like inflated basketballs.

“My… my shirt!” She screamed, covering her chest as the growth stopped. The tattered remains of her top clung desperately to her enhanced chest, hiding nothing from sight as her bra fell to the floor, snapped. Vivian’s hands tried to hide her assets, like she did with her offshore bank accounts, but they weren’t doing a great job of it.

The description of the temporary transformation hung over Vivian’s head on a dark screen, showing the three girls just what she’d agreed to.

• Bra Buster: A wild heiress can’t be contained, and neither can her chest. For the next 24-hours, whenever Vivian tries to wear any article of clothing over her breasts, they will grow in response until they reach a size capable of literally ripping the clothes off her body. (Temporary)

Vivian didn’t seem that distraught over her perpetually-growing mammaries, in spite of her efforts to hide them. Rather, it seemed like her anger was directed at the remains of her top.

“That was Italian silk!” She exclaimed. “And it’s ruined! Ruined!”

“Hah!” Kim knew it was poor form to laugh at someone else’s misfortune, but she couldn’t help herself. It was nice to see Vivian being taken down a peg.

“If… if it makes you feel better, breast expansion transformations are really ‘in’ right now!” Sylvia tried to offer a silver lining to the situation.

Vivian stared blankly at her. “I don’t care about that!” She snapped, shaking her breasts in emphasis. “I care about my clothes!”

She stripped off the remains of her shirt, ignoring her immodest look, and inspected the damage with a careful eye.

“Okay… it could be worse…” she mumbled to herself. “The buttons have all burst of, and these scraps of fabric… hmm. It’ll take some doing, but I might be able to repurpose it into a more retro design, something that screams ‘punk’… yeah, that’s what I’ll do…”

She crouched onto the floor and started collecting the remains of her clothes, which was a little easier said than done. Vivian’s lithe frame was used to her model-like proportions, and she wasn’t used to hauling around a couple of beach balls. So when she knelt down, she plunged her boobs right onto her knees, which made her shake for a moment.

“…Huh, wow.” Her cheeks turned a light pink and she stood up, wrapping one arm around her chest as best she could while the other hand held the scraps of clothing. She looked thoughtful for a minute, and a little excited. “You know… it didn’t say anything about a sensitivity increase, did it?”

“No,” Sylvia said, shaking her head. “Why? Did you feel something?”

“Nah, it’s just I’ve never really had very sensitive boobs,” Vivian replied. “So I just got caught a little off-guard. But hey, it’s fine.”

Kim resisted her first impulse, which was frustration. She knew it was a bad thing to get upset that someone’s transformation wasn’t punitive enough, but she couldn’t help but be a little irritated that Vivian was so cool with this. The transformation was supposed to upset her, darn it! But the heiress seemed more concerned about her shredded top!

“Still, it’s definitely gonna suck, not being able to wear anything upstairs for the rest of the day,” Vivian laughed, shaking her boobs slightly. She was still getting used to walking with the additional weight on her breasts. “Although… you don’t think Nick would want to…? …Nah. Gotta take it slow with him, no sense in flinging myself right into seduction,” she said, shaking her head. The look in her eyes was a calculating one, though.

“Might be good for a surprise, though.”

“You’ll get 2 VP for letting Daddy see your naked boobs!” Sylvia blurted out. She couldn’t stop her natural instincts as a former host from giving a contestant the best advice on how to get ahead in the game.

Vivian’s eyes widened slightly. “…Oh, is that, right? Mm, that does change things,” she mused, stroking her chin. “Okay, you’ve got a deal!”

Kim had no idea what the “deal” was, she was just confused.

“Ciao, you two! I’ve got to get to work,” Vivian called over her shoulder, strutting back to her room like she was on a catwalk. Even though she was barefoot, she still carried herself with a model’s grace, while her breasts bounced like a pair of balloons.

“…Well, it looks like she’s a quick learner,” Kim sighed. “She got a little rattled by the transformation, but she rebounded pretty good.”

“Vivian’s definitely a fun contestant,” Sylvia nodded. “Kinda like Carly. She’s taking everything in stride!”

“Hey, I took everything in stride too,” Kim pointed out. “I was totally fine with my first few transformations!”

“You were pretty open to it, sure,” Sylvia nodded. “But then when you started working in the boutique, that all flew out the window, my girl.”

Kim gave her another dirty look. “Enjoy the sofa,” she teased. “I’ve gotta get to a photo shoot.”

“Already?” Sylvia was surprised. “But it’s so early! Aren’t you going to get breakfast first?”

Kim felt a rumble in her stomach when she heard the tantalizing offer. But she shook her head. “Nah. If I want to look my best for this thing, then I’ve gotta get going in the morning, before I eat anything. That way I’ll be at my slimmest. Plus, I want to get it done before I go to work in the morning.”

Sylvia could understand that logic. “Well… good luck,” she sighed, trying to stand again as Kim headed for the elevator. This time, she could actually make it up onto her feet! But that was as far as she went. She knew she would fall onto her face if she tried to take one step forward, and the couch was a better alternative to that. So, resigned, she plopped her ass back down onto the comfy cushions, and started thinking about ways she could improve the unfortunate situation she found herself in.

“What a mess,” she sighed, and shook her head. “But come on… we’re doing it for the BP!”

Amelia was astonished by the fact that she’d woken up alone in bed. That meant Vivian had actually gotten up before she had. Something that seemed to defy all the laws of the universe.

“How odd… and Octavia doesn’t know anything, either…” She mused, glancing blearily at the butler standing in attention off to the side.

“Miss Carrington had some work to do, so she departed a few minutes ago,” Octavia informed the teacher.

Amelia just shook her head slowly in surprise.

Still… there was no sense in sparing another thought for Vivian Carrington, of all people. Still tired but ready to start her day (like any adult would be) Amelia crawled out of bed and headed for the restroom to freshen up. It seemed a little excessive to concern herself with makeup when the only people around were her stepson and his suitors, but Amelia always took great care in looking impeccable. It was how she garnered so much respect from the people in her life.

As she was putting the finishing touches on her morning preparations, she heard something in the main room. It was a particular disruptive voice she recognized well.

So Vivian, you came back, is that right?

A wry smile spread across her lips and she straightened up. She walked back into the main room, and stopped stunned in the doorway.

“Hmm… this could work…”

Vivian was checking her look in the mirror, which was to be expected. There were two things Amelia found disarming about her choice of outfit today, though.

Well… make that three things.

The first one was that Vivian was all but naked. She was wearing a top, yes, but it provided zero coverage. It was an open vest without sleeves that bared her creamy arms and left her breasts hanging out for everyone to see.

The other two things? Well, those would be the breasts in question.

While Amelia had never given much consideration to the bodies and figures of other women, and certainly not those of her students, she was quite certain that Vivian Carrington had not been smuggling weapons of that caliber in her tight, stylish tops. No, clearly something very drastic had happened, and her body had gone through a major transformation.

Which suggested one thing in particular.

“Vivian Carrington!” She exclaimed. “What is the meaning of this!”

“Oh! Hey, Teach!” Vivian turned around with wide eyes, and a playful grin painted across her lips. As she turned, her boobs bounced in a way that made Amelia wince in sympathy. “What do you think? It’s not exactly my usual style, but I think I can pull it off!”

Yes, “pull it off” was definitely the proper term, as that’s clearly what Vivian had done with any article of clothing designed to keep those monstrosities hidden.

Amelia could barely contain her disgust as she looked at the half-naked heiress, and she shook her head.

“Walking around so exposed… how could you be so bawdy?” Amelia demanded. She had half a mind to conjure up her riding crop and smack those useless bags of fat until Vivian got a decent covering over them.

“Hey, come on, Teach, it’s not what you think!” Vivian held up her hands like she was surrendering, but the laughter in her voice conveyed a different story. “Come on, how am I supposed to seduce that stepson of yours without a little bit of an improvement up top?”

Amelia’s eye twitched and her face went white. “You… you got those… those things because you thought they would help you seduce Nicholas?!”

Vivian opened her mouth to reply, but then she decided that going along with her teacher’s misunderstanding was a lot funnier than telling her the truth.

“Well, something like that,” she purred, curling a lock of her hair playfully. “I mean, you tell me, seeing the kind of woman he married, and the other girls around here, it seems that he’s got a thing for the ladies who have a lot going on upstairs, wouldn’t you say?”

Vivian made it a point to look at Amelia’s chest as she said that, and then sighed, like she felt sorry for the other woman.

Amelia had half a mind to tear the rest of those clothes off of her. But she restrained herself. She was the adult in the room, and Vivian was clearly trying to get a rise out of her, the way she always did in class.

This time, Amelia wouldn’t take the bait.

“…I cannot deny that it appears Nicholas has a certain… predilection,” Amelia replied, choosing her words carefully as she tried to form her sentences with as little bile as she possibly could. “However, the women he chooses to spend time with are not those who gleefully flaunt their bodies like strumpets with no dignity.”

She was thinking of the sweet Mary as she said that, and Vivian tried her best not to double over in laughter as she thought about Carly, not to mention Rose. When it came to understanding the women Nick liked being around, Vivian was pretty sure she had the edge over dear old stepmom.

“Well, it’s not like this was fully my idea,” she said, relenting to reason and good sense. No point in angering Amelia this early in the morning. “I woke up to go get one of those bounties… you know, the one from the Bounty Board?”

Amelia raised her eyebrow. “Those have already been posted up?”

“Sure have,” Vivian smirked. “Oh, but don’t bother, I took the last of ‘em. My… new look? It’s a burden I’ve gotta bear, or bare, I should say, for the next 24 hours anyway. Then I get a nice, sweet reward of 1000 BP. Works out pretty well that way!”

“Ah. I see.” Amelia calmed down quick after hearing that, which disappointed the heiress a little. But right now, Vivian was more concerned with showing off her new look to Nick than picking a fight with his stepmother.

“Anyway, I was gonna head down to get some breakfast,” Vivian stated. “Show off my new assets, if you catch my drift.” She leaned forward and adjusted her scarf slightly, to draw attention to her large chest. As if that was really necessary.

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Do as you wish,” she said coldly, heading for the door. She knew her stepson well enough to know that it would take more than a pair of large boobs to catch his eye. “But if I were you, Carrington, I would focus some of my attention on subtlety. If all you’re capable of is throwing your body at him, you’ll find yourself quite surprised.”

Vivian frowned. She didn’t like the way Amelia said that, but at the same time, she couldn’t really form much of an argument. So she just frowned.

“Well, whatever,” she scowled. “Enjoy yourself, Teach!”

Before Amelia went down to get breakfast, she stopped off in the lounge first. She could really use a nice coffee to calm her nerves after that bizarre exchange. Vivian Carrington just had a way of getting under her skin, pissing her off. And that was something she wasn’t pleased about in the slightest, to say the least.

She was surprised to see that she wasn’t alone in the room.

“Ah! Amelia, hey!” Sylvia waved the older woman over to the couch. “Good morning! It’s so great to see you, grandma!”

Amelia’s eye twitched again. “…Excuse me?”

Sylvia blushed and squirmed in her seat. “Well, if Daddy is my Daddy, then wouldn’t that make you, well…”

Sylvia’s transformation from the previous day had yet to wear off, so she looked a little more developed than she had before. While her blonde hair gave her a superficial resemblance to the teacher, Amelia could not see any evidence of any actual blood relation between the two of them.

Needless to say, she was not thrilled by the comparison being made by the former host.

“I am 37 years old,” she replied icily. “I am FAR too young to be a grandmother. Particularly not one to a person of your age.” She chose not to think about the fact that Mary happened to be pregnant.

“Eh, if you want to get technical, I’m actually…” Sylvia’s voice trailed off as she felt the chill of Amelia’s glare. As one of the only girls who was not currently sexually active with Nick, she received no sympathy from the other woman as a prospective daughter-in-law. Which made their existing relationship complicated at best.

But Sylvia smiled anyway.

“…I’m sorry, I was just playing around a little,” she said innocently.

Amelia, sensing no bad intentions from the other girl, relaxed slightly. “It is fine,” she snapped, taking a sip from her coffee cup to soothe her nerves slightly. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be getting breakfast?”

“Eh…” Sylvia looked down at her feet, drawing Amelia’s attention to her heels for the first time. The teacher look at her, surprised.

“…What are those?” She asked.

“Hah! Just like the meme…” Sylvia cackled.

The blank expression from Amelia suggested that the older woman had no idea what a “meme” was. Which didn’t come as much of a surprise to the other blonde.

“Eh… forget it,” Sylvia said, rolling her eyes. “So look, the thing with these heels? I had to wear ‘em, you see. Take a look!”

She held up the flyer she’d claimed from the Bounty Board, so Amelia could look it over.

“See? I’ve gotta wear these stupid things for the next 24 hours. But I don’t want to!” She groaned, shaking her head. “They’re awful! I can’t even walk! So now I’m stuck here! I don’t understand how you people do it, my girl.”

“Walk on heels?” Amelia sighed in exasperation. She did have some experience in that field, though she doubted she’d be able to help Sylvia. They were a lot taller than she was used to.

“I should have asked Vivian for advice when she was down here earlier,” Sylvia sighed. “She’d probably know all about heels. But I was too caught up in the fun of a new transformation…”

Then Sylvia’s face lit up. “Hey, wait, I just thought of something! Amelia, did you see Vivian’s new transformation? I forgot you two live together.”

Amelia sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose. “…Yes,” she relented. “I did in fact see Miss Carrington’s new… accessories.”

That was a funny way of referring to large boobs. Sylvia nearly burst out laughing.

“Pretty cool, right?” Sylvia nodded. “I thought that Vivian was going to have a heart-attack at first, when those things ripped through her shirt! And now she’s gotta go topless the whole time? Hah! Sick!”

Sylvia had little to no sympathy for the heiress’s predicament, that was something Amelia picked up on right away. It was clearly an aftereffect of having seen so many similar transformations from Dakota’s own hand, and on other seasons of the show.

I have to keep in mind that even though this young lady looks and acts like a girl, she is no ordinary girl, Amelia reminded herself. She was created to be a host of this sickening show, and her personality could clearly use some adjusting on the etiquette of interacting with others.

Sylvia reminded Amelia of so many students she’d seen before. Isolated from the real world due to her privilege, and unable to adequately connect with “ordinary” people and empathize with them. She had a demeanor that reminded her far too much of the spoiled brats she’d had to raise up into polite young ladies, Vivian Carrington being the least of them.

With that being said… it wasn’t as though the situation was hopeless. Sylvia clearly had the capacity for empathy and caring, she just needed to get a handle on it. And it wasn’t as though Vivian had exactly been bawling her eyes out at her new transformation, either.

“Perhaps I could be of some assistance,” Amelia offered, taking another look at Sylvia’s feet. “Get you walking.”

“For real? Aww! And everyone says you’re so cold and mean!” Sylvia’s face lit up with joy. “Thanks, that would mean a lot! …Hey, look! Whoa!”

Sylvia’s eyes widened in surprise and Amelia turned to see the Bounty Board. Where it had been empty just a second ago, new bounties had flashed up onto it.

How curious.