Intermission: A Friend in Need

Sophia barely had time to clean the mess from her sofa before the doorbell rang again. The sound triggered a wave of dizziness in her head, and before she knew it she had dropped the cleaning supplies she’d been using on the kitchen counter and was making her way to the front door. This time around she was sure it was Heather on the other side, and she was determined not to fall victim to her Warm Welcomes compulsion. It seemed she needn’t have worried, however, as the moment she opened the door her friend bolted straight past her and disappeared inside like she was trying to run from something.

“S-sorry, So! Um, h-hi!”

Heather’s shaky voice called back from the other room while Sophia stood staring after her, wondering what was going on. With the door flung wide open after the girl, she felt another presence enter the space behind her.

“She’s been like that all day.”

Sophia turned to find Terry lugging several bags into the hallway. He stopped short as she faced him, his eyes widening and falling to her boobs in an instant. She shifted uncomfortably but didn’t say anything. Narrowly holding back from rushing forth to kiss him, she never noticed herself subconsciously leaning forward and thrusting out her chest to give the younger man a better look. The top she’d changed into bore no cleavage, but the sheer mass of the bulge underneath was enough to easily overwhelm the hormonal young man.

“U-uh, she, uh… I guess my sister got jealous after you had your, uh… work done. She went and got some surgery done of her own. But I guess now she’s regretting it, ‘cos she’s been freaking out about it all day.”

“I see.”

Sophia was not surprised to hear that Heather hadn’t taken well to waking up with her new boobs. She remembered her own reaction, crashing into the headboard of her bed in surprise and panic, and that was even with her knowing where her new assets came from. Heather was left totally in the dark, and anyone she turned to for help, her own brother even, would tell her it was all her fault - she’d gotten big fake tits in some jealous knee-jerk response to her best friend doing so and now she was reaping what she’d sown. Sophia felt awful for her. She was the only one who could acknowledge what Heather was going through. Now more than ever she needed to keep her promise to look after her friend.

Before that though, she had to wait for Terry to leave. It looked like he wanted to say something else, his lips parting and shutting over and over while his eyes fought a losing battle to remain on her face. Tension hung in the silence and the closeness of their bodies in the narrow hallway. Eventually the boy gave up on showing restraint, abandoning all sense of shame to let his gaze wander up and down her body like he’d never seen a woman before. Sophia couldn’t bring herself to speak up. There was something innocent and captivating about a young man’s gaze tracing a mature woman’s ample curves…

“So…”

Terry’s voice pulled at Sophia’s attention before she could question her own train of thought. It seemed for a second like he finally plucked up the courage to speak his mind, only to trail off as the spell of silence was broken. Their eyes met and they both blushed at the awkwardness of the situation before he set down Heather’s bags and turned away.

“I heard Heather’s going to be sleeping here for a few days. Please look after her, will you? I don’t know what’s going on exactly, but it takes a lot to get my sister like this. She’s always been the stronger of us… A-Anyway, I should get going.”

“I will. Thank you for bringing her, Terry. I really appreciate it.”

“Y-yeah yeah. Don’t mention it.”

With one last wandering glance Terry headed out the door and closed it behind him. Sophia watched him leave, lingering in the hall a moment longer as she wondered what had come over her. Why did she feel so tense being around her best friend’s brother all of a sudden? It wasn’t just that Terry was clearly infatuated by the changes made to her like nearly every other male she met. Something in her own attitude had changed as well. All of a sudden the boy she always saw at her best friend’s house felt more like a man. Was that a sign that her ordeals were stripping away the innocence of her mind as well as her body? Sophia shuddered to think so.

Leaving the bags where they were for now, she headed through to check on the girl in question. The position she found her friend was unlike one she’d ever seen her in, hunched, almost curled up into a ball on the sofa with her knees up to her chest, shaking like she was suffering from some form of trauma. The white tank top she wore was stretched over her boobs almost to the point of tearing. Heather had wrapped her arms around tightly underneath, desperately trying to cover up the skin the fabric failed to cover. She raised her head as Sophia entered but her eyes never lifted from the floor.

“P-Please don’t look at them, So! I’m begging you!”

Heather’s voice was thin and shaky, a jarring contrast against her usual upbeat confidence, reminding Sophia of another moment in recent memory. She had a fairly good idea what was going on with her friend.

“It’s okay, Heather. I’m here for you. We’ll figure this out together.”

“I haven’t had any surgery done. I promise. I didn’t get these ‘cos I was jealous of you. I went for a nap this morning and when I woke up they were like this, I swear. Please believe me. I wouldn’t do something like this. Not this big. Not without telling you.”

“I believe you, Heather. I-”

“You do?! Oh, thank you, thank you! I was so scared you weren’t going to, just like everyone else. Everyone keeps saying that I did this, that I got them ‘cos I was envious of how big you were. No one will listen to a word I say. It’s like some horrible nightmare. I just want to wake up and-”

“Heather, it’s okay, it’s okay. Please calm down. I’m going to help you, I promise.”

“I-I’m sorry, I just… I’m so tense. The thought that people can see them, th-that I can’t hide that I have these… That they’re all people see when they think about me. The thought that people are all judging me on them… I-it’s terrifying.”

“I know, Heather, I know. Who do you think has had to live like that all their life? I would absolutely never judge you. You’re safe here. I’m going to go make us some hot chocolate now, okay? I need you to take some deep breaths and try to relax in the meantime.”

“O-Okay…”

Sophia gave her friend some space to try to calm down while she thought about how to proceed. She should have seen this coming. Of course Jack would send Heather back deep under the effects of her A Mile in her Bra alteration, eager to push the best friends into ‘bonding’ as soon as possible. Worse was that Sophia had **** but to play along to his game. She couldn’t leave Heather like this, jumping at shadows, stressed out that people may so much as glance at her body. The poor girl couldn’t even get the name out of the things causing her so much anxiety. No, she had to do what she could to help her friend.

Sophia finished preparing the drinks and began bringing them through to the other room. She loved hot chocolate, so much so that Alan had bought her a machine to make it at Christmas. She had figured out the recipe to make the creamiest, most indulgent brews, and as she handed the mug down to Heather she was sure it would be the key to helping the girl relax.

“Here you go, Heather. Take a sip of that. I’ll look away.”

She found her friend in the same position she left her in, though she’d closed her eyes to breathe deep like she’d been asked. Sophia was doing everything she could to help the girl feel at ease, turning her back so she wouldn’t have to worry about eyes on her as she drank.

“Thank you, So. I know this is weird for you.”

“It’s okay. I’m always here for you, no matter what, just like you’re there for me. Are you ready to talk now?”

“Yeah, I think so. I’ll try not to freak out again.”

“Thank you. I’m going to sit down next to you.”

Sophia made sure to spell out everything she did, scared that any sudden movements may set her friend off again, but she’d forgotten one important detail as she turned to take a seat.

“Would you like me to warm your lap?”

“Huh?... Um, no, I’m not cold, thank you.”

Sophia flushed as the offer escaped her lips. The only one of her compulsions yet to trigger had completely slipped her mind. Thankfully Heather hadn’t noticed the implication, probably thinking Sophia was offering a blanket or something. She could only imagine how awkward the arrangement would have been if she’d said yes, the unsightly mass of two heaving bosoms wrestling for space as Sophia attempted to straddle her friend’s thighs.

Shaking the lewd scene from her mind, Sophia tried her best to focus her thoughts back on the present reality. Somehow she needed to find a way to guide Heather into the ‘bonding ritual’ that would bring her out of this state. The first thing to do was stop the girl from turtling up.

“I need you to relax, Heather. We’re never going to get through this while all your walls are up. It’s okay to lower your arms and knees. No one is around to judge you. No one is going to see your boobs, okay?”

“B-Boobs?”

Heather flinched at the word and Sophia blushed again as she realised. Her best friend often teased her on her clinical language. It must have surprised her to hear such a casual word at a time the subject was most sensitive to her. Sophia cursed herself once again. There was a more delicate word she should have used here, one more natural to hear coming from her lips. Why couldn’t she remember it?

...Perhaps it was better to remain casual anyway. Tiptoeing too much around Heather’s sensitivities would probably do more harm than good.

“Yes, Heather. No one is going to see your boobs. It’s only me here. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, of course I do…”

The girl didn’t seem convinced, but she moved to do as Sophia asked regardless. Her knees unsteadily dropped to the side until she was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. Although Heather couldn’t bear to return it, Sophia focused all her effort on maintaining eye contact and slowly her friend’s arms fell away to land in her lap.

“You’re doing so well, Heather. I’m so proud of you.”

The girl gave a shallow smile in return. Sophia had some experience of talking to distressed individuals from work, but she didn’t have the knack for it her sister did.

> I should let her know she’s not alone.

The idea had come to Sophia as she settled in next to her friend. Heather’s situation was so close to her own. Heather wouldn’t believe that she woke up with implants before, but now the girl had gone through the very same herself, it would definitely comfort Heather and herself to know there was someone who understood exactly their situation.

“Listen Heather. I have something to tell you. I’ve been through what you’re going through.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Heather looked up at her for the first time since she’d arrived here, her eyes twinkling with surprise, confusion and the slightest glimmer of hope.

“You know how Lena told you I went and had boob enhancement surgery a few weeks back? Well… that was a lie. The truth is, I also woke up one day to find my boobs had suddenly blown up in size, just like you did today. I never wanted this.”

Sophia expected to see Heather’s eyes widen in surprise at the revelation, perhaps her lips to even crease up into a smile that she wasn’t suffering alone. What she saw instead was her friend’s brows knit together into an ominous scowl.

“What are you talking about, Sophia? You clearly went and got some work done.”

“No, Heather, see. It’s just like with you. Something is making everyone think I chose to get fake tits when really they were **** on me.”

“You did choose to get them. Stop lying! We all know you wanted them bigger to feel more feminine. You don’t need to lie to cheer me up.”

Sophia was stunned by the ferocity with which Heather spoke. Even quivering with anxiety as she was, even with first-hand experience that such a thing was possible, she still aggressively denied that Sophia’s boobs might have grown without her consent.

“Please just think about it, Heather. You’re my best friend. Do you think I would get surgery done without telling you? When would I have had time to do it either? Alan was with me one afternoon and then Lena found me with big boobs the next morning. It’s just like what’s happening with you, Heather. Believe me!”

For a second Sophia thought she managed to get through to her friend as her eyes opened wide with epiphany. Her hopes were quickly dashed as Heather began to wince and shake her head violently a moment later.

“No. No! Stop lying to me! This is nothing like my situation. You did get them. I know you did! You’ve always wanted them bigger. Just admit it! Please, So, I’m begging you! Tell me the truth!”

Sophia was shocked by what she was seeing. Heather was clutching her head, thrashing around like the truth was physically painful for her. The Collar was fighting back, refusing to let any logic contradict its own ‘truth’. Heather’s voice was a harrowing screech, almost a plea for Sophia to feed her a comforting lie. It horrified Sophia to see her friend like this. She was so close to having Heather realise the truth and yet she couldn’t bear to put her best friend through such agony.

“Okay, Heather, you’re right, you’re right! I lied to you. I’ve always wanted bigger boobs, it’s true. Getting these implants was my choice entirely. I needed them to feel more feminine.”

It hurt to admit to the lie again, especially after being so close to finally sharing some of the truth. Right when she thought she found someone who could empathise with what she’d been through, the Collar’s influence quashed any hopes of being understood. For the rest of her life not one person would accept she hadn’t chosen this for herself. How many times would it take repeating the lie before she convinced herself of it as well?

Her words seemed to mollify her friend at least, as she stopped clutching at her head and went to take another sip from her mug with shaky hands as though nothing had happened. The very same **** that kept her from questioning Sophia’s implants likely now likely pressed her to drop the subject from her mind entirely.

If empathising with Heather’s plight wasn’t an option though, Sophia needed another way to calm her friend down. She remembered the times she’d been stressed about her own growing bosom. Amy had always been there to reassure her that everything was going to be alright. Perhaps her methods were just what Heather needed right now. As embarrassing as it was, she’d promised the girl to do whatever it took to help her through this.

“I’m going to take my top off now, okay?”

The words drew a response from her friend. Her gaze lifted from the floor again to side-eye her with concern. Her back straightened as she drew to attention, straining her top to the point the tone of the masses beneath were visible through the stretched sheer fabric. The top was simply unable to contain them, orbs of sweat-glistened skin hanging out the bottom by a thread.

Sophia’s eyes were pulled to them despite her promise, her mind sent back to the lascivious scene half an hour before. How would Liam have liked to have his way with Heather’s boobs? She could see him plunging his manhood into the inviting valley underneath, the top squeezing her assets tightly together while teasing a glimpse of her nipples. She didn’t have the Fuck Pillows Liam loved so much, but he would have certainly enjoyed watching Sophia squirm as the sensations passed to her through the Boob-Link.

> Wait, what am I thinking? This is my friend!

Sophia blushed as she realised what she was thinking. It may have been a mod that pushed her to think about how Heather’s tits would please men, but that was no excuse to objectify her friend. Heather was watching expectantly and cautiously, waiting for her to follow through on her words.

> Let’s just… get this over with…

Sophia wasn’t at all confident about what she was doing. She’d stripped down around her friend before but she’d never stripped down for her friend. The intentful gaze, the hanging tension and expectation behind it made a world of difference. Her nerves were wracked, but she knew to show it would go against everything she was hoping to achieve here. She couldn’t abandon her best friend right when she needed her most. She wondered if her sister had felt this way, putting on a brave face every time she showed Sophia there was nothing wrong with her body. Heather continued to stare as Sophia peeled her top off and cast it aside.

“There, you see. They’re just boobs. We both have them. There’s nothing to be ashamed of between us girls. You think so too, don’t you? Why don’t you take yours off as well? You’ll feel so much better, I promise.”

It felt weird for Sophia to be on the giving end of this pep talk. She couldn’t tell if the message fell flat or was empowered by the fact that she was the one saying it. Either way it seemed to be enough to get through to Heather.

“O-Okay. I can do that. I don’t know why, but something inside me is telling me this is what I need to do to feel better.”

Sophia closed her eyes to ease the pressure for Heather stripping with an audience. She was relieved to hear the showrunners had left some innate sense of what to do in the girl’s mind. She’d been worrying all along about just how she was meant to initiate the touching of each other’s bodies. It was some mercy that she could simply urge her friend to follow her instincts instead. She turned her body, bringing her legs up to face her friend directly in preparation for what was to come.

“I feel it too, Heather. There’s something telling me this is the only way to relieve you of all this stress. I think we should listen to it. What is it telling you to do now?”

“I-It’s, uh, it’s telling me to touch you.”

“That’s okay. I’m letting you touch me. There’s no judgement between us, remember? This is all for you. Just do whatever feels right for you, okay?”

Sophia tried her best to sound confident and assuring but inside her nerves were frayed to bits. This all felt so wrong, like she was trying to seduce her best friend. Her mind flashed back to the drunken night of passion they’d shared that Heather no longer remembered. This time she was the one initiating. It was so much worse.

Heather was staring down at Sophia’s boobs, hopelessly drawn in by their allure and her own intuition. She’d turned her body as well, kneeling up on the sofa so that both girls were facing one another. Like an invisible mirror was placed down the middle, two identical heavy bosoms filled the space between them. Neither girl dared to breathe, fearful to disturb the scene with the rise and fall of their chests. The tension was unbearable to Sophia. She needed to push for the final word from Heather so they could finally begin.

“So what now?”

“I…”

Heather’s gaze locked with hers filled with uncertainty, and she did her best to return a reassuring smile. This went so far against their usual dynamic. It felt so alien to Sophia. She would have done anything to get her friend’s usual confidence back.

“I… I can’t, So. It’s too weird.”

Once again they fell short right at the final hurdle. Heather was blushing deeply at the thought of sensually touching her friend, too embarrassed to cross that line, and Sophia couldn’t blame her. What they were about to do would certainly irreparably alter their relationship in some way, especially given they would have to keep doing it several times a week to maintain Heather’s confidence. Sophia had been trying hard not to think about it. She and Heather were going to be bringing each other to orgasm twice a week or more for the rest of their lives. She had **** but to live with it though. She was the one who chose to give Heather A Mile in her Bra after all, insisting it would be good for her friend out of selfish need to have someone to talk to. It was only fair she did whatever it took to let Heather be herself again.

If Heather still wasn’t willing to take that leap though, there was one final ace up Sophia’s sleeve to lull her friend into the bonding ritual, one she knew from history was guaranteed to work.

“Just relax, okay? How about a drink to calm us down?”

Sophia had been hesitant to go down this route, fearful to relive that night and reawaken memories and feelings in Heather best left forgotten. She stretched down to the unit beside the sofa and drew out a bottle and two glasses. It was a habit she’d learned from Lena to keep a drink within arm’s reach of the sofa she shared with guests. Without the luxury of time to savour it, she prepared a glass of wine for both of them and urged her friend to pour it back with her before filling up another to do the same again.

With two glasses of wine settling in her stomach, Sophia took her friend’s hand and guided her from the settee to kneel on the floor. Twisting their bodies to face each other on the sofa was much too uncomfortable. As they did, Heather’s hand brushed against her tit, and her whole body flinched like someone had touched her. Sophia knew right away it was the link, but to her friend it must have been strange and confusing.

“You felt it too, didn’t you? Like someone touched your boobs the second you touched mine. I’ve been feeling it too all day. I think whatever caused your boobs to grow as big as mine made it so we feel what each other feels as well.”

Sophia did her best to sound like she was just puzzling it out, wanting Heather to understand what was happening to her. In reality she didn’t think herself sharp enough to figure something like this out so easily - she would have been panicking much worse that her friend at such an inexplicable development - but Heather must surely have been too stressed and confused to see through her bad acting.

“See, let me show you.”

Sophia ran a gentle finger in circles along the top of one of her boobs and watched as Heather’s eyes opened wide and skittered between Sophia’s hand and the place she felt it on her own body.

“How… How is this…”

“Here, give it a try.”

At Sophia’s insistence the girl prodded a finger into her own skin, carefully watching Sophia’s response to the pressure, then quickly sunk her hand in to squeeze the other one.

“Ooh, gentle, Heather!”

Heather stymied a giggle at her friend’s sensitive reaction, the first sign of levity from her since entering the flat. It seemed even all the stress she was under couldn’t hinder the girl’s natural curiosity and love for teasing her friend, or perhaps the wine and all the effort Sophia had taken to relax the girl was finally taking effect. In response Sophia brushed along a particularly sensitive line of her own tit, stimulation she knew Heather was not used to withstanding.

“Aah, oh God. You think that’s enough to take me down. Then try this!”

Without missing a beat, Heather responded by gripping her own nipples, squeezing them tight as she twisted them firmly.

“Heather, don- Eee!”

Sophia rushed to brace herself, knowing what was coming to be one of the greatest forms of pain she’d taken, but what she felt was not that. Traces of the sensitivity from her earlier foray with Liam remained and what she felt amid the pain was a shockingly satisfying jolt of pleasure erupting from her nipples that made her moan in surprise. Both girls startled in response to the sound before Heather began to giggle.

“Wow, So. I didn’t know you were into that.”

Despite her embarrassment, a moment later Sophia couldn’t help but titter along as well. Heather wasn’t the only one carrying anxiety about their situation, and with the heavy mood lifting and a measure of wine inside her, Sophia could only laugh along at the absurdity of the situation. The two girls giggled together until the moment finally settled down and they went back to looking each other in the eye in quiet seriousness.

“Okay, So. I’m ready to do this.”

Sophia nodded and began to move in closer, planting one knee between the other girl’s legs. Their boobs were so big, they had **** but to draw in close in order to reach each other, filling the space between with their supple bosoms. Ever so carefully the girls reached out and placed hands upon the other’s tits, ready to initiate the bonding ritual at last.

Heather’s boobs really were exactly like Sophia’s in every way. Their bouncy suppleness, their yielding softness, it felt like reaching out to touch a clone of herself. It was probably the wine talking but Heather’s boobs felt so nice to hold. It was pleasing to her hands to cup them in her palms, pleasing to her eyes to watch them jiggle and shake with every tiny disturbance. Sophia grew more and more absorbed in the ritual with each passing second like she was being sucked in.

“What happened after you woke up?”

Sophia didn’t even mean to ask the question, though she couldn’t deny she was curious. The ritual demanded that the girls talk about their experiences.

“I… When I woke up I knew right away that something was wrong. I could feel the weight of my breasts weighing down on me. I sprang up and ran straight for the mirror. I’d fallen asleep right after coming back from the gym, and the top I was wearing was stretched to tearing. I needed to know if I was seeing things so I stripped everything off to check it out.”

Sophia remembered when this was. Right when she was getting ready to go see Alan was when she realised Heather had woken up by the sudden overwhelming need to strip topless.

“Even there in front of the mirror I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; I needed to touch them to really believe they were there. But even as shocked as I was at that time, I couldn’t ignore how good they felt either. Once I started I was rubbing and running my hands all over them.

“I was so distracted I didn’t hear the scuffle outside my room. I must have screamed pretty loud when I woke up because my brother burst through the door shouting ‘are you okay’. He looked around and saw me and stopped completely dead, his mouth agape. He said ‘When did you…’. I said ‘I just woke up like this’. He said ‘No, when did you go and get implants?’ He didn’t believe what I was saying! The whole time I was trying to cover up but my body wouldn’t let me. I was **** to stand and talk to my brother with my tits out completely, getting more and more flustered.

“He said ‘You did this because of Sophia, didn’t you? You were jealous of how much nicer her tits were.’ The moment he mentioned you I felt the anxiety spiking inside me. I finally felt like I could cover up and I shouted for him to get out of my room.

“I tried to calm myself down after that but nothing I did seemed to work. I just kept thinking what would happen when I went out in public again. That was when I called you. Somehow I just had the feeling I needed to see you to get over the feeling. Once I arranged to come over I just stayed in my room, trying to sleep away the minutes and ignore the boulders that had sprouted on my chest.

“A little while later something happened. Suddenly I was just so horny… No, not horny. I just needed to play with my boobs. My boobs needed attention. I couldn’t help myself. The world just didn’t feel right without hands rubbing and groping and squeezing my tits. My body was aching for someone to touch it. I knew right then I couldn’t say no to anyone who offered to scratch that itch, but there was no one else but me. I was insatiable, growing more and more turned on as I broke in my new big tits. It was something completely new to me. Never had my body been so sensitive before, and when I came it was the biggest orgasm of my life.”

Sophia remembered this time as well, and as she listened her mind recalled the feeling of Heather’s phantom hands on her tits as she plunged her head over and over onto Declan’s member. Sophia was enthralled by the ritual now. All that was left was their bodies; Heather’s boobs that felt so nice to tease and massage, and her own boobs that felt the pleasure of four hands doing just that. The rest of the world had faded away as she knelt absorbed in her friend’s story. She saw in her mind what her friend had been through, felt the embarrassment and elation the girl’s boobs had brought her, and with every secret shame they shared Sophia sunk a little more into their bonding ritual.

“Later on I asked my brother if he would drop me off here. He agreed but said he had some other places to go first. I didn’t want to go where anyone would see me but I didn’t have a choice. I figured I’d hide away on the back seat while he did his thing. Not long after we left though, something very strange happened. I started feeling hands crawling across my boobs while nothing was touching them.”

It took Sophia a moment to process what Heather was saying, but when she did the implications of those words hit her all at once. All day she’d been thinking of the sensations from the Boob-Link as going one way. She’d never stopped for a second to think about the signals Heather was receiving from her. So focused had she been on her own challenge.

“No matter how I tried to move away from them, the hands kept touching me. They were relentless. They started out slow and gentle at first, but their endless teasing started to get a reaction from my breasts. It wasn’t long before Terry noticed me squirming and moaning in the backseat.

“It kept getting worse. I thought it might have stopped for a bit but then I suddenly felt the urge to take my top off. No, I had to take my top off. There was no question about it. Terry almost crashed the car. We were on busy roads. Anyone could have looked in and seen me like that. My anxiety was spiking but there was nothing I could do.

“And then my boobs squeezed together all on their own and I felt like something was being shoved between them. I knew right away it was a cock. There was nothing there but I felt it so vividly. I was defenceless. Something was fucking my tits and there was nothing I could do about it. It kept going harder and faster with every passing minute. I felt so confused and violated, but my body felt so good. I couldn’t fight it. I wasn’t used to just how sensitive my new boobs were. I tried to fight it but as the ghost cock kept thrusting, I started to orgasm over and over and over again. I was a wet, quivering mess in the back of my brother’s car. It was so humiliating.”

Sophia couldn’t believe what she was hearing, what she’d unknowingly subjected her best friend to. Heather’s story made it sound so short, but she knew it was nearly twenty minutes Liam had been thrusting his member between her boobs. The girl had to endure all that with sensitivity she’d never experienced before? How much of that time was a ceaseless string of orgasms Sophia had **** her friend to endure?

“Eventually the feeling stopped. Terry was just as embarrassed as me about what he’d seen. I made him promise not to tell anyone about what had happened, then he said it was about time he dropped me off. He didn’t want to risk anything else happening while he was running errands. As soon as he pulled up I made a run for your flat. I couldn’t bear to be around him any longer after all that. And that takes us up to now.”

Heather was blushing beet red as she finished her tale. She had no more embarrassing stories to tell. Despite her visible shame, however, Sophia could tell her friend was more relaxed than she had been. Her hands on her boobs moved a little more smoothly and there was a definite smile beneath her blush. The ritual was doing exactly as promised.

There was further to go before their bonding was over though. Merely relaxing would not be enough. In the pervy spirit of the show both girls would have to orgasm if they were to cleanse Heather of all her stress. There was certainly a heat building in Sophia’s chest but there was something off about the way her friend was touching her, a quake in her skin beneath the girl’s gentle brushing she could only describe as unpleasant.

“H-Heather, could you squeeze a bit harder?”

Her friend did so, palming her boobs a little harder than what she intended, but she didn’t have a chance to object as the wrongness lifted and the fire kindled within her.

“Aah…”

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Wow, So. I always thought you were delicate. I didn’t know you were into a bit of rough play.”

“I, uh…”

Sophia didn’t bother to respond to her friend’s teasing, knowing it would sound silly after the sound she’d just made. It was probably the ritual urging her to take it a bit harder. Heather kept up the momentum, squeezing, rubbing and rolling her boobs in her hand with a little more vigour. It was more than Sophia wanted, but she had to admit it felt a bit better than the uneasy gentle fondling from before.

“You can rub a bit harder too, So. I-If you want, I mean. I’m not so delicate myself.”

“Y-yeah, right.”

The exchange proved too much for even Heather to maintain a straight demeanour. It was difficult to deny the sexual nature of what they were doing when delivering lines like that. This was all strictly to help Heather, but it was still an undeniable fact that the girls were going to bring each other to orgasm.

> No. Think about something else.

Sophia cast the thought away to focus on the attention she was giving Heather’s boobs. Mimicking her friend she started kneading the fatty globes in her hand, feeling the phantom motion herself at the same time. It was strangely fun to do, like playing with big stress balls, but she was careful not to get carried away and hurt her friend as well.

There was more to do before the ritual could be considered over. Heather wasn’t the only one who had to tell embarrassing stories about her breasts. She had to hear that Sophia had gone through similarly shameful ordeals. But which story should she tell her? She couldn’t admit to cheating on Alan, no matter how justified it was. Heather would never understand. The time she’d rubbed Lena’s dildo between her boobs? Without being able to explain her compulsion that made her sound like such a pervert. There was only one story she could think to tell.

“I have something to tell you, Heather. The other night at the Acre, early on when we went to the bar and you went to grab your bag, I was grabbed by someone. I dunno if he was already there or he followed us to the quiet part of the bar, but he came up behind and wrapped his arms around me. He pulled my top up and ran his hands all over my body, but he was especially after my boobs. I couldn’t fight; I couldn’t scream. All I could do was stand there and let him do whatever he wanted.”

Heather was immediately rapt at attention over Sophia’s story, hanging onto every word that came from her friend’s mouth.

“He didn’t like my bra in the way so the first thing he did was take it off. My big, shameful tits were exposed for anyone in the bar to see. He never gave it back so for the rest of the night I could feel my nipples poking through my top to remind me what happened. Next, he began running his hands over my boobs as he pleased, taking big greedy handfuls as his fingers sunk deep into my soft skin. His hands were so experienced, switching between teasing my nipples, stroking my skin and squeezing them hard to draw out the sensitive pleasure. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t stop my body getting more and more turned on by his touch. I was putty in his hands.”

Sophia blushed as she spoke. She never meant to be so explicit in her telling. The more she got into the story though, the less she could hold back the flood of words spilling from her lips, sharing intimate details she never meant for Heather to know. It was so embarrassing… but also so freeing. A weight lifted from her shoulder with every shameful secret she admitted. And in that weight’s place was arousal. Every second of delivering the smutty story brought her back to that scene, imagining Heather’s hands on her tits were the powerful man’s, forcing her closer and closer to orgasm. She could tell Heather felt the same way. A rosy hue had crept across her bosom as she listened to the sordid story.

“Then some man spoke up from behind. I didn’t even notice someone approaching. He called my molester a ‘lucky guy’. He thought I was some perv being felt up by my boyfriend! I was shocked at first, but then it struck me. Was that really what I looked like? I wasn’t even trying to resist. I was writhing, squirming, doing everything I could to hold back from moaning in the man’s arms. Some man saw my face and thought I was enjoying it. It was so embarrassing. Maybe I really was a pervert, about to cum for a man I’d never even seen. I did everything I could to hold back as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

“A-And then he stopped. He must have seen you coming back. He pulled down my top and vanished without a trace. He left me right, right on the edge. You showed up a second later. You were saying something but I couldn’t focus at all. I’d never been so turned on before. Half of me was **** to cum and the other half was doing everything it could to hold it back.”

“Then you took me over to see the barman. The whole time I could feel his eyes on my boobs and I… I kinda liked it. When you teased me about flashing him my boobs… I was so tempted to just do it. I needed to cum so bad. If you pushed me just a bit more I don’t think I would have held back. I would have pulled up my top, thrust my boobs over the bar and begged him to let me cum.”

With that last embarrassing admission Sophia felt exactly as she did back then. Her boobs were heaving with need. She needed just a little bit more to get her over the edge.

“That wasn’t the end of it though. A few days after, I posted on LinkU. The man from the bar messaged me. He must have recognised me from my pic. He said he really enjoyed what we did and he knew I enjoyed it too. I was so embarrassed. He said he’d be around at the Acre if I wanted to give it another go. I didn’t know what to say. All I could think was that every time I went to the Acre there’d be someone there, lurking, waiting for his chance to grope me and **** me to cum.”

Sophia had reached her limit. She couldn’t take any more of the hands toying with her tits. She needed it to end.

“Please, Heather. Make me cum!”

Heather locked eyes with her with a nod of silent acknowledgement, then her gaze trailed down to Sophia’s nipples with purpose. Too late Sophia realised her intent.

“No, wait-!”

Sophia’s cry was fruitless as Heather followed after her gaze with her hands. She gripped both of Sophia’s erect nipples firmly between her thumbs and forefingers. Despite her protest, Sophia made no attempt to stop her, simply bracing herself before Heather delivered a powerful twist in opposite directions.

“Aaaaaaaayyyyyyeeeeeeee!!!”

A spike of agonising pleasure erupted from both her tits. It was enough to catapult Sophia far over the edge. The spasms tearing through her body **** her fingers to contract, squeezing her hands tight around Heather’s own tits to set off her own orgasm.

“Ngghhhhyyyaaaaaaa!!”

Heather’s own contractions caused her to tug on Sophia’s nipples, drawing out another round of painful ecstasy from her friends, which sent Sophia squeezing her bosom anew. The loop continued to play out, each girl too focused on their own pleasure to realise they were subjecting the other to repeated rapture.

“H-H-Heather, let go of my nipples! Plea- Aaaaaahhhhh!!”

By the time her nips did slip from Heather’s sweaty fingers both girls were a quivering mess. They fell forward into each other, their heads landing to rest on each other’s shoulder, their boobs pressed together to support their weight. For a moment they lay there as the residual tides of pleasure lifted from their body. Then all at once Heather straightened up and wrapped her arms around her.

“Thank you so much, So! You really did keep your promise.”

“Uh, y-yeah. I told you, I’d do whatever it took to help you through it.”

“No, I mean your promise from the studio. So, I remember everything.”

“Oh! Heather!”

In the intensity of the bonding ritual, it had completely slipped Sophia’s mind that her friend would be getting her memories back again afterwards. Heather pulled away from the embrace, then straightened up to face each other eye to eye.

“This really is some situation we’ve gotten ourselves into, isn’t it? How are you holding up?”

Sophia was so glad to finally get to talk to someone who understood. She couldn't help but let her emotions immediately come gushing out.

“I can’t stand this, Heather. It’s too much for me. I… I cheated on Alan. With his best friend. The compulsion **** me to put his thing in my mouth.”

It was difficult for Sophia to admit, and as she did she felt a tear well up in her eye.

“Oh my God, So. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how that must have felt. Listen to me though. You didn’t cheat on Alan. No more than if you had a gun to your head when you did it. You didn’t choose any of this. It was **** on you. If you start blaming yourself for what this show is putting you through it will break you completely. Do you understand me, Sophia?”

Sophia couldn’t confess to what she’d learned from Liam, that perhaps she did choose to be on the show, that maybe she was the one responsible for dragging her friend into this mess.

“I’m so sorry I can’t be there for you through it all. I would switch places with you if I could. You need to keep being strong and make it through one day at a time. Now… listen, So. I’m sorry to change the subject but there’s something I need to tell you and I don’t know how long I have left. Do you remember the compulsion I got? The one about me streaming.”

“I remember.”

“My first stream is scheduled tomorrow at two. I… I have a feeling I know what the special event is going to be. They’re going to make me call my brother on as a guest. So, I can’t do anything sexual with my brother! You have to do me a favour! Please, keep Terry away from the flat while I’m streaming tomorrow, and make sure he doesn’t answer his phone. No matter what. Please?”

“Of course I will.”

Sophia couldn’t say no to her friend’s request, compelled as she was by her Happy to Help compulsion, but she would never have denied her friend anyway. She couldn’t stand by and watch her best friend be compelled to do unspeakable things to her own brother.

“Thank you, So! Thank you! It’s best you keep your phone turned off as well. I don’t know what I’ll do once their plans fall through and if you answer the phone to me you’ll be **** to join me on stream. Tell the other girls and Alan too just to be safe.”

“Yeah, Heather, I will.”

Two o’clock was about the time Sophia had arranged to meet with her siblings the next day. She’d have to bring Terry along to the family get-together but that was absolutely fine for the sake of her friend. Heather seemed to calm down again as the arrangement was made.

“Oh, I should let you know that it’s one of my flat mates who owns my boobs this week. He was out at Uni all day today so I haven’t seen him yet but I’m so glad I managed to see you first. Um, I’ll be staying with you for a few days but if he calls on me I’ll have to head back to let him make use of them. He’ll probably catch me after I finish my stream so if you feel anything through the Boob-Link that’s probably what it is.”

It was jarring to Sophia how casually Heather talked about letting a guy ‘make use’ of her boobs but she guessed that was just part of the Stewardship. She couldn’t really say anything when she was the one who gave her friend that alteration.

“I think our time togethers coming to an end, So. I don’t know if we’ll have time for another bonding ritual before the next round so I guess I’ll see you at the studio. Please look after me until then. I feel so calm now after that, um... orgasm, but once that feeling is past I'll go back to being so worried and confused.”

“Of course, Heather. I'll do what I can. Thank you for being there for me.”

“I really wish I could do more. Stay strong, Sophia.”

It was immediately evident when Heather returned to her ignorant state. Her whole body jolted like she’d just been shaken awake and her expression shifted completely. With the time for confiding now over with, both girls took stock of the aftermath of their bonding. Their bodies were still hot, flushed and muggy. Sweat dripped from every pore. A wet patch was very visible in Heather’s shorts to both their embarrassments. Sophia’s was thankfully hidden by her leggings darker colour but she could certainly feel her knickers were soaked. Most embarrassing of all was the red marks around Sophia’s nipples where they had taken ****.

“Oops. Guess I went a little overboard there,” she said with a giggle.

Sophia wondered how she could laugh at a time like this, the girl usually so threatened by anything that challenged her heterosexuality. Did it not bother her that she’d made her best friend cum?

No, Sophia realised, it was because it challenged her that Heather had to laugh. They were **** into doing this. There was no lust or sexual desire involved in this ritual, just love and desire to help out a friend. Why confuse the matter and ascribe more meaning than there was? Heather had it exactly right. Humour was the best approach to this situation. It didn’t have to be serious if they didn’t treat it seriously.

“Yeah, that’s going to be sore for a while,” she **** herself to laugh along.

“Geez, but who knew you were into nipple twisters like that? I’ll have to let Alan know your Achille’s heel.”

“P-Please don’t. I like things to be gentle with Alan.”

Sophia blushed at the idea of her fiancé hearing about that. She had no idea what made her body respond like that. She’d had it done plenty enough times in the past to know she didn’t like it. It was a favoured dare among some of the boys at school to unclip her bra or twist her nipples through her shirt, knowing she would always just freeze up and let it happen and that she’d be too ashamed to ever report it. Every one of those times had only caused her pain. Could her new sensitivity really be responsible for making it feel so much better?

“Well now I know if I wanna win an argument with you, all I gotta do is pinch my nipples. That’s gonna be fun. Anyway, you mind grabbing us some towels, So? We’re sitting here like we’ve come off a log flume.”

“No problem.”

The words were out before she knew what she was saying, though Sophia had no reason to fight the compulsion this time around. She sprang up to run through to the airing cupboard, leaving her friend to slowly stretch her legs.

It was weird to Sophia how well Heather was taking the situation. She expected the girl to be at least a little concerned that her boobs had inflated a dozen inches that morning, or confused about the link their bosoms now shared. Then again, she had been completely stressed out for hours on end. The relief after their bonding session must have felt like a full-on high after the morning she’d been through.

She returned to the room carrying a stack of towels. Two of them went down on the sofa, allowing them to sit down without making a mess. One each went to the girls to wipe their clammy bodies down.

“Mind if I take these off?” Heather pointed down to her flooded shorts, “Not like the girls are fitting back in that top anyway. Modesty’s gone out the window.”

“Uh… y-yeah, sure.”

Sophia was taken aback by the question, but there was no way she could say no. She couldn’t exactly demand her friend sit around in her own arousal fluids. She watched as Heather peeled the garment down her legs, wondering if she should do the same. She figured it would be weirder for just one of them to be sitting around in their knickers and slowly followed suit. Heather must have noticed her ****.

“We can get dressed if you’re uncomfortable, So. I’ve got fresh clothes in the bags in the hall, though I’ll… probably have to borrow a bra and a top from you.”

“No no, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Really.”

It seemed silly to prudishly rush to cover up after what they’d been through. Between Lena the week before, Amy in the Acre’s restroom and now Heather, it was weird how much time she was spending recently hanging out mutually topless with her friends. The odd one out was Farah, with her non-existent sex drive and almost no boobs to speak of.

“Well, I’m gonna change my knickers anyway, if you wanna do the same.”

“Yeah, alright.”

Taking her friend up on her suggestion, Sophia slipped through to her bedroom and quickly changed into a clean pair of underwear. Perhaps a little too quickly perhaps, as upon returning to the living room she had to avert her eyes from Heather’s shapely backside as she bent down to hike her panties up. With a flush she ducked back out again to not let her friend know she’s seen it then went in when she knew it was safe. Heather was crouched down, fiddling with her handbag. Sophia swiftly sat down to ensure Lap Warmer wouldn’t trigger before her friend came to plant down beside her a moment later.

“You will lend me a bra and top though, won’t you? I’m kinda stuck here otherwise.”

‘Of course’ came Sophia’s automatic response before she knew what she was saying. Her head filled with the image of Heather discovering her slutty wardrobe before she realised she could just bring the clothes out to her.

“Thanks, So. And really, thanks for what you did for me earlier. I feel so much better for it. It’s so messed up that I got these massive implants out of nowhere and everyone thinks I did it to copy you, but… I don’t know, that’s a problem for another time. Right now I’m at peace with it.”

“Come to me any time you feel stressed about them.”

“Yeah, I will. I don’t know why, but I get the feeling we’re going to be doing that a lot from now on... Were you embarrassed, So?”

“Y-Yeah, I was.”

“I was too. It felt so shameful telling you all those things about my brother but I couldn’t stop the words from coming out. I could have died of cringe, but… it feels freeing for having done it, that I could confide my embarrassing moments with someone else. And I’m glad that someone was you. Do you feel the same?”

Sophia had never really thought of it that way, but now she did she felt that maybe Heather was right. The two girls had been best friends since they were kids, but in all those years Heather had rarely ever confided in Sophia her deepest feelings, believing it too much weight to lay on her gentle ally. It felt nice to be privy to her friend’s innermost self, to not be treated with kiddie gloves for once. It may have been absolutely humiliating what they went through, but it was a humiliation they shared together. Sitting there, she realised she felt closer to her friend now than she could even remember. This was the reason she chose to give Heather A Mile in her Bra.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Heather beamed a wide smile then scooched over to squeeze in tight against her friend. Their boobs jostled against each other but neither girl minded. It was nice just being beside each other. For the first time in her life Sophia felt completely comfortable being naked with Heather. Before, the girl’s teasing had put her off but the ritual really had brought their bond up to another level. It felt so liberating being able to bear her greatest shame around others without fear of judgement or being reduced to a pervert’s fantasy. She imagined a scene with every one of the girls sitting around in their knickers on one of their nights in, completely comfortable, secure and open about their deepest selves. Perhaps such a night would be good for them all.

“But seriously, how crazy is it that we can feel each other’s tits? That’s going to take some getting used to. We’ll have to- Hey, wait a second. What was all that about back in the car? That was deffo a dick I felt going ham on my tits. What’s going on there?”

“Oh, uh, um…”

Sophia tensed up at the sudden turn in conversation. It hadn’t even occurred to her that Heather might question the experience she’d shared in the bonding ritual.

“That’s… That’s how I masturbate, Heather. I-I rub a dildo between my boobs.”

She couldn’t help cringing as she said it. Once again she was **** to cover up for what the show put her through with another slutty lie.

“Seriously?! What. A. Fiend. I know you’ve always done it with your tits but I thought you were just stroking them. Is that like your fetish or something? Having some guy fucking those massive melons of your? God, you’ve really been obsessed with them lately, huh?... Well I guess it’s like they say. Our traumas do become our biggest fetishes. You’ve been ashamed of them for so long that now deep down you just wanna be used like a pair of dirty fuck pillows…”

Heather just kept going on and on in her excitement over the revelation. Sophia wanted to shrink back into the sofa more and more with every second. This was just like when Lena found her with her dildo. Now two of her friends thought she was obsessed with rubbing penises between her boobs.

“...But really, So. Jilling off for an hour straight?! I mean, yeah, I’ve had days like that I admit, but you must be seriously pent up. Your wedding day can’t come soon enough. Alan seriously needs to get you laid. And more parts of you than one, it looks like.”

Finally stopping for breath, Heather looked over to where her friend was slumped down into the sofa.

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that. You know I’m only teasing. Lighten up. Here, you obviously need some more to drink. Pour us out another bottle, So.”

Sophia was all too happy allowing her body to move to fulfil her friend’s request. She was going to need another couple of glasses in her after all the ammunition she’d given Heather to tease her with. As much as she loved the girl, that was always going to be part of their relationship. There was nothing Heather loved more than seeing Sophia blush.

> All because she was jealous of my boobs… I still can’t believe how much of our friendship was shaped by that.

Thankfully Heather laid off her after that. They sipped away at their wine as they discussed the arrangements for Heather staying. Sophia would drop her off back at her flat for her stream in the afternoon while picking up Terry. Heather was surprised Sophia wanted to spend the day with her brother but didn’t question it too strongly. It was around that time that Heather heard a buzz from her phone and reached for it to read a message she’d received.

“Oh? You went with Farah to a hypnotherapist today, huh?... She said he hypnotised you to stop saying ‘breasts’ and we need to teach you some new words instead… Come on, there’s no way. Farah must be messing with me.”

> Wait, Doctor Reeves did that?

Sophia was shocked to hear it. All this time she’d been struggling to remember the word she used for her boobs. Did Doctor Reeves make her forget it? Was that wh-

> Ignore her. Ignore her. Forget. Forget. Don’t listen to her!

Out of nowhere she was struck by a sudden surge of vertigo. For a moment she thought she heard her own voice calling out to her from somewhere far away before a throbbing ache clouded her mind completely. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to completely disorient her. She couldn’t tell what she’d been thinking about at all. Heather had said something to her but it wasn’t important.

“Not like there’s any question anyway. Melons is the only word to describe fruit like these. Big, juicy melons to be exact.”

Heather planted her hands on her friend’s boobs and began jiggling them around in a move to tease her but Sophia was slow to notice. Her eyes had gone glassy at her friend’s suggestion as her brain processed the new language under her hypnotic suggestion.

“Big, juicy melons…” she murmured under her breath, too quiet for Heather to hear.

As she came to again she was startled by Heather's close proximity. She shrunk back, trying to escape her friend’s probing hands.

“Woah! Heather, please. Be gentle with my big, juicy melons!”

> …W-Wait, what?!

Sophia’ eyes opened wide and her cheeks burned crimson as she realised what she said. Heather looked just as surprised as she was. Her hands stopped still as she stared at Sophia incredulously.

“What was that, Sophia?”

“I-I said, please don’t touch my big, juicy melons- Ah!”

Sophia’s face burned even hotter as she said it again. She didn’t know why. That was just the words her brain supplied. Big, juicy melons. Big, juicy melons… They were the only words she could use for them. Even the words she used before would be less embarrassing than this.

“You’re serious aren’t you? You can’t say anything else. My Sophia would never carry a joke like that.”

“Please, Heather, I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Listen, So. You don’t have to call them big, juicy melons anymore unless… I don’t know, you’re trying to embarrass yourself or something. You might be into that.”

> Big, juicy melons… trying to embarrass myself…

Sophia spaced out for a second again as a new rule engraved itself in her subconscious. Heather noticed the change this time, staring in disbelief as Sophia shook herself out of it.

“No way, hypnosis like that actually worked?”

Heather’s words went in one ear for Sophia and out the other. They didn’t mean anything to her. Heather looked at her curiously for a moment then a wicked grin spread across her lips.

“Well, Farah said you’ll break out if you really don’t like it. We’ve got to have some fun with this while it lasts. Listen up, So. I’ve got some new names for you to call breasts. You love calling them hooters, especially around guys. Or knockers, too. It’s their absolute favourite thing to talk about so make sure you join in when they do, alright?... What else? Something really dirty… Oh, I know! God, I wish I could see Alan’s face when you say this. While you’re in the sack, Sophia, you have to call them huge, dirty cum pillows, okay? Make sure you stress how big and filthy they are, alright?”

> Knockers… Hooters… Especially with guys… Talk about them…

> Cum pillows… When in bed… Stress how big and dirty…

Sophia’s eyes glazed over one last time as her brain parcelled away the rules her friend was telling her. The entire time she had no idea that anything was happening around her until Heather shook her by the shoulder.

“Alright, So. Wakey wakey.”

> Wha- huh? Did I drift off?

Sophia shook her head to clear the daze. Her mind was all foggy for some reason. She couldn't have fallen asleep next to Heather, could she? She did feel all cosy though, and Heather was wearing a smug grin like she'd caught her unaware.

“Top me up again, will you, So?”

“Sure, no prob-”

Happy to Help advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

[Second Class] - The compulsion to obey the requests of people is stronger the more Sophia dislikes them - [BLOOM]

[Devotee] - Sophia's romantic partner grows more aroused whenever Sophia fulfills a request for them

[Second Class] - People receiving help from Sophia won't call her by her normal name, but rather pet-names or derogatory terms depending on situation and personality - NORMALITY

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Oh? I wasn’t expecting to be up again so soon. Seems like all these small requests from Heather really racked up some experience.

I’ve really got to thank her too, for giving us all those lovely words to add to our vocabulary. I managed to get the other me ignoring any mention of Reeve’s suggestions as well. She’ll never have a clue that the good doctor is responsible for all the dirty words coming out our mouth. It’s going to be so humiliating to call them ‘dirty cum pillows’. I can’t wait!

So what are our choices this time? I really wish I had the chance to pick them all. Which of these options will twist us the most? Which will lead my stuffy side closest towards our true self? That’s the one I want.

The option that makes Alan more aroused when we cater to his desires sounds tempting - a neat little reward for obedience and the chance to draw out his dirty side. Too pleasant though. Better a more direct approach to get him treating us like we should.

Name-shifting? Yes, that’s brilliant. Imagine it. Pet names and harsher labels, all voiced as if they’re terms of endearment, and everyone acting like it's normal to treat us that way. How it will hurt my heart to hear ‘thanks dumb slut’ from Alan, and have no hopes of protesting without sounding the unreasonable one.

But I already have a plan. Option one is the clear winner here. The more we dislike someone, the more compelled we’ll be to fulfil their requests. There’s nothing more that I could ask for. It’s perfect! And there’s no one Sophia hates more than those who perv on her. She’ll do everything she doesn’t want to, and every gruelling task she’s made to do will fuel the hate that chains us deeper to their filthy whims. Just amazing. Let the fun begin!

Option 1 selected.

The compulsion to obey the requests of people is stronger the more Sophia dislikes them

BLOOM trap triggered. Experience granted towards the next level of Happy to Help and chosen modification will grow stronger with each Second Class modification acquired by Sophia. (current count: 1)

“-lem.”

Sophia only had two bottles at hand in the living room so she had to head through to the kitchen to prepare her friend another drink. When she came back she found the girl deep in thought as she handed over the glass.

“Hey, So, would you pass your phone over a second?”

“Sure.”

Though she wasn’t sure what she wanted it for, Sophia was once again compelled to do as her friend asked and she had little reason to fight it. She unlocked her phone and handed it over and watched as Heather began swiping, tapping and typing away.

She didn’t need to wait long to get her answer, as Heather turned the phone around and passed it back over. It took Sophia a second to process what was on screen. She recognised the graphics for the LinkU app, her university’s social media project. Heather had typed out a message ready to be sent.

> Wait. Is that…?!

The recipient was the last person Sophia expected to see - the anonymous man who’d groped her at the Fifth Acre the week before. She reread the man’s message, then stared wide-eyed at the response Heather had typed for her to send..

‘They really look as good as they feel. Was fun running into you at the Acre the other night. I know you enjoyed it too. Drop by if you fancy another go.’

‘I could never admit to liking what you did. I certainly could never admit to loving the way your hands felt on my body, and how powerless I was to stop you. And if someone were to see me entering the bar, go to wait for me in the quiet area and wait for my friend to leave me there alone again, I would hate to have someone sneak up behind and have their way with me again. My friend would certainly never conspire to give that man as much time as he needed to do whatever he wanted with me. And the whole arrangement would never be predicated on the condition he kept on teasing me further and further without letting me cum.’

“H-Heather?! What is this?!”

“I think you should send it.”

“B-but why?!”

The whole thing read like something from a smutty romance. An implicit invitation. Sophia couldn’t believe her friend would have her engage with the man who had groped her anonymously, let alone encourage it. Biting her lip, Heather looked up at Sophia, considering how to explain herself.

“Come on, So. You liked it. Don’t pretend you didn’t. Remember how close you were to flashing that boy at the bar? We should actually do it this time. It’ll be so much fun! I know you think so too.”

The way Heather spoke reminded her of times from the past, of her friend doing her best to talk her into wearing a skimpier bikini to the beach or a blouse with a deeper cut to the bar. In that moment, it all clicked into place.

‘We’re locking that breast envy deep as a core part of her personality. Despite it making no logical sense, there’ll just be something so special about Sophia’s jugs in Heather’s mind that she can’t hope to replicate, and that will drive her to tease and push her friend to wear skimpy swimsuits more than ever.’

She recalled Jack’s words from the end of the studio segment.. She’d heard back then all about how Heather’s envy subconsciously drove her actions, to push Sophia to exhibit her body so she could live out her own fantasies through her friend. Jack had amplified all that. Now, Sophia showing off in a tight top was no longer enough to satisfy her, she had to push her friend to bare her tits to guys as well. Sophia’s life had changed a lot in the last couple of weeks, but the way the show even perverted the relationship she had with her best friend was especially upsetting.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You want to feel that way again, so horny you can’t help but show that boy your tits. I can see it all over your face. I know you better than anyone.”

“I-I’m not. You’re imagining things.”

“I know you’re thinking about it, Sophia. If you don’t send that message, I’ll tease you all night! Just look at those sexy melons, they’re practically screaming for some time in the spotlight. Alan won’t know. And even if he did… seriously, do you think he’d be mad? That his girl is out having a little harmless fun? You know he wouldn’t. Come on! Send it! Send it! I can see you blushing. You’re only lying to yourself.”

“Alrig-”

Sophia caught herself right before the compulsion got her. She’d got so used to letting it wash over in the last hour, she almost let it sweep over her without a fight. She knew how this compulsion worked. The second she agreed to something it was all over; the urge to comply would grow beyond what Sophia could resist. The key was to fight back against ever saying yes. She managed to hold back this time, though the urge still bore down on her like relentless pressure for as long as Heather was asking.

“Please Heathe-”

“I heard that, So. You were so close to saying yes! There’s no denying it now! You want it so bad. Go on. Remember how it felt. How horny it made you. How much your boobs were begging to be let out and be seen and touched.”

“No… No…”

Sophia couldn’t help it. Her imagination betrayed her. She remembered how it felt, how close her body had been to orgasming on the spot. She’d never felt like that before. Never felt so **** to show off her big, shameful melons to anyone.

“See, I told you. You’re so turned on just thinking about it. You can’t hide it from me. The more you blush, the more obvious it is that you want it. You don’t even know you’re biting your lip, do you? Your nips could slice through butter and… oh God, your knickers are gushing. Just from thinking about what’ll happen when you send that message. Just admit it already! You want it so bad.”

“I… I-I…”

She didn’t know what was happening. Her head was spinning in circles, filled with visions of a big, strong man wrapping his arms around her, of flashing her juicy melons for the boy and the whole bar to gawk at. It was all so overwhelming. Why was her body responding like this? She could feel it just like Heather said. Her hard nipples poking into the air, her nether soaking through her fourth pair of panties of the day. She wasn’t a pervert. She wasn’t a pervert! Then why was she having such a hard time saying no?!

“Come on, I’ll be right there with you. You have nothing to worry about. The other girls don’t need to know. It’ll be a fun little secret just between us two and that boy at the bar. We all want it. We’ll all love you for it. No one’s going to judge you. There’s no reason to say no when it's so obvious you want it so bad. Go on, So. Do it. Do it!”

“Y-yes... I-I want it so bad.”

Her thumb tapped down on the screen and she watched as the message was sent off into the aether.

> Wait, no! I didn’t mean… Why did I do that?!

It was just a moment of weakness, a single second where Heather’s words had seemed so convincing, but that was all it took. She willingly let the compulsion wash over her, willingly agreed to be groped and bare her tits to a stranger so that her friend could live out her exhibitionist fantasies. And now she was locked into doing just that.

“Yes, Sophia! I knew it! I knew you wanted to do it. God, this is going to be so much fun! Next time we go back there. That’s when we’ll do it. I’ll buy your drinks all night. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re safe. You won’t regret this, I promise!”

Sophia looked up at her friend looming over her, horrified at what she’d done. She couldn’t blame Heather for this. It was the show that made her so eager to push for it, and what was she supposed to think when Sophia was too flustered to put her foot down and say no. It was all her own fault, every bit of it. She only had herself to blame.

A buzz in her hand pulled her attention back to her phone. Heather leaned in to read the man’s swift response.

‘Sounds like a wonderful friend you have there. I’d love to get in touch to ‘absolutely not’ get something arranged with her.’

“Send him my handle, So.”

She had **** but to comply, already entangled as she was by the need to fulfil her friend’s fantasy. Once again she’d allowed her compulsions to take control of her life. No, she’d given up control to them herself. She sat staring despondently into space as Heather sipped merrily away at her drink.

==Author's Notes==

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