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Sophia guided Liam through into the snug and pointed him to the far end of the sofa. It was the farthest away she could seat him, yet it was still close enough that he could lean in and touch her if he so desired, such was the nature of the tiny room. He sat himself down where he told her to and watched with rapt interest as she climbed up to mount the dildo again. It was just as awkward as it was the first time but she didn’t have a second to spare, knowing that the challenge could be failed at any second.

“This show really has changed you, hasn’t it? The Sophia I knew would never have done something like this.”

“Well it's not like I have much of a choice, do I?”

“Right, right,” he fidgeted uneasily at her jab, “This is part of your challenge this time around, isn’t it? But still, intimacy training? Forcing yourself to watch the porn you used to despise so much for the sake of a man? That goes to show how much you’ve changed, even before the show happened to you.”

“H-how did you-... How much do you know about me?!”

“Oh, uh, not as much as you might be fearing, I assure you. The show keeps me up to date on what’s happened so far, and they’ll tell me stuff about you if I ask for it, but it’s not like I’m in your head or anything.”

As they spoke Sophia finally found her balance above the dildo and spread her labia with her fingers ready to let it in. It was so degrading doing this with a man watching her but she didn’t have time to think about it. The pressure inside her head was swiftly reaching a crescendo. She steeled herself and lowered herself down onto the plastic phallus in one singular motion.

“Aaahh!...”

The dildo slid in much smoother than she expected now that the channel was lubricated. Sophia’s body was still charged from her earlier personal attention, and from the sheer pleasure accompanying its insertion alone she feared she might orgasm on the spot. She managed to endure and keep her hips moving, quickly following up by resuming the gentle squeeze and massage of her boobs. She was relieved to feel the pressure in her head finally dissipate. With her face burning in shame and biting her lip she looked over towards her guest who was carefully studying every move she made. Despite his presence she felt her body rapidly sinking back into the same tide of pleasure from before her unexpected interruption. She felt like such a slut, just as bad as the women in the videos she'd been made to watch, shamelessly riding a penis to orgasm and groping herself for the viewing pleasure of a pervy audience.

Before she had the chance to even speak to Liam however, a new video began playing, as though the tv itself was conscious of her return. This one appeared to feature Sophia as well, though this time with beach blonde hair and obnoxiously fake and gravity-defying tits. She was surrounded by men on all sides as she knelt on the ground, naked but for a pair of tiny panties. She quickly spoke out in a giggly high-pitched tone and Sophia had **** but to copy her out loud in front of Liam.

“Cover these big titties with your sticky, yummy cummy. I want to lick up every little drop.”

Sophia cringed so hard in shame she almost ground to a halt. Without hesitation she accepted the Collar’s offer to take control of her lower body once again. There was far too much going on for her to devote attention to moving her hips on her own and she couldn’t risk failing the challenge due to distraction.

“These big boobies only exist to make you cum.”

Sophia happened to be looking Liam in the eye when she was made to parrot that line, and she watched him shift in his seat as an unmistakable tent twitched in his trousers. It made her queasy to think he was imagining those words being directed at himself. He’d probably pictured her delivering those exact words to him dozens of times in his adolescent fantasies, and now she couldn’t help but make those dirty dreams a reality.

She must have looked so slutty right then. Legs spread, sending her huge tits flying with every bounce on the plastic penis as she said those filthy things like she was **** to seduce him. She wished she was being honest in telling herself she hated every bit of the ordeal but her nether had grown far too sensitive now to delude herself that her body wasn’t on fire with ecstasy. It was a natural response to spending twenty minutes rubbing her body’s sensitive areas. It didn’t mean that she was a perv!

Conversation had dropped off the moment Sophia started again, Liam’s familiar doe-eyed face watching her enthralled by the bouncing of her naked form. Sophia wished she could say something to get it going again and distract them both from her humiliating performance but her mind was short circuiting from the overwhelming magnitude of the signals reaching it. All she could do was try to endure the pleasurable **** her body was under until Liam finally managed to break free of the trance her movements had put him under.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t mean to… A-Anyway, so… I guess you want to know what I've been up to since we last saw each other?”

“Ye- I-I’m such a silly slut. Please cum all over me!... Uh, y-yes please…”

Sophia’s face burned as she was **** to interrupt herself to repeat the gross things her doppelganger was saying on screen. She could tell her words were really getting to Liam too. Perhaps he did only intend to come here to talk, but even after all these years he was still the same pervert she knew, hopelessly infatuated with her body, and the show she was putting on was no doubt putting other less savoury ideas into his head.

“U-um, well, it’s just like Jack told you, honestly. After you shouted at me in the dining hall in front of everyone - those words that have haunted me ever since - I couldn’t stand to be around anyone. I ran out to find somewhere I could be alone.”

Sophia knew what words Liam was talking about. She’d never been able to forget them either. ‘Leave me alone, alright! I would never go out with a creepy perv like you!’. They were some of the cruelest lines she’d ever uttered before or since, born from the stress of exams and her frustrations at his wandering eyes. He might have been a perv at times but he still used to be her friend. He hadn’t deserved to be publicly humiliated, and he certainly hadn’t deserved any of what came after.

“I thought I’d never be able to live that moment down, but I had no idea how much worse it was going to get. When word first started getting around the school the story had… changed. They said that I tried to kiss you, that you had to slap me to get me off you. I couldn’t believe it, but when I tried to tell people the truth they wouldn’t listen. I wasn’t that popular back at school so no one tried to defend me and I was never that good with talking to defend myself. The rumour spread like wildfire throughout the entire school.

“But things continued to get so much worse. I think some people must have decided it was fun to take advantage of the situation to make up stories about me. That I was creeping on other girls as well. Catcalling. Groping. And then the big one started to spread. That I’d **** a teacher and molested them. The rumour never said which teacher it was so no one could deny it, but people really started to believe it. Girls refused to come near me. Guys would threaten and harass me. Even the teachers became wary. Someone called the police on me. I had to answer a bunch of questions down at the station and my parents got involved too. It was clear I wouldn’t be able to live a normal life like that, so they arranged to transfer me to another school.”

Sophia listened to Liam’s story with all the attention she could muster. It felt sickening to be privy to such a serious matter in such an indecent state as she was, her body frigging itself on a sex toy, her focus split by pornography blaring throughout the room as she listened out for disgusting phrases to moan out loud. The irrepressible pleasure pulsing through her body with every drop squat was such an unnerving contrast against the unpleasant lump of guilt rolling around in her stomach. She wasn’t the only one having trouble processing the ridiculous conflicting tones either. The weight of Liam’s words fell a little flat in their delivery, distracted as he was by the carnal vision in front of him. It sounded more like he was regaling a story he’d heard from someone than one he had experienced himself. Perhaps he was trying to distance from his past self. She could completely understand why he wouldn’t wish to immerse himself in such a difficult part of his life.

“For a while I thought things had gotten better. I was starting to blend back into my new environment. I’d even started making a friend or two. It was just when I was getting comfortable that it started up again. Somehow the rumours had followed me all the way to another city and this time they were even worse. People were saying I was a serial offender, that I’d molested, **** and blackmailed numerous women to have sex with me, and that I’d moved school to avoid a criminal conviction. Word spread faster and farther than it had before. Even my own parents started thinking there must be some truth to it. My mum tried to get me to see a therapist to learn how to ‘control my urges around women’. She started looking at me like some pitiable wretch who would **** any woman I was left alone with.

“I think that was the point I stopped caring. I stopped going to lessons after that. I didn’t bother going to my exams either. I just didn’t see the point. I used my savings to move into a crappy apartment. I did odd jobs here and there to get by but for the most part I was a shut-in. Porn was one of the few things I had left that brought me joy. Everyone only thought of me as a pervert anyway, so why not fully embrace the side of myself that was the only thing that promised relief from my grim reality. I started spending hours every day watching hentai and imagining beautiful women being subjected to my every sexual whim. It was the only way to stave off those dark thoughts that plagued me. And at the centre of those fantasies was you. I spent so many nights dreaming of you crawling into bed beside me.

“For years that was how my life went down. I was happy enough living out my evenings immersed in my delusions, but one day I happened upon something that burst that little bubble forever. Your wedding announcement on Facebook. You’d found your Prince Charming and made yourself a happy life, and I’d been left behind completely forgotten about. It hurt a lot. I was bitter, resentful towards you and how hopeless my life had become. I was considering ending it right then, but then something happened I never expected. My lottery numbers came up. I suddenly had more money than I could ever know what to do with, yet at that moment there was only one thing I could think to spend it on.

“I’d come across Bimbo or Billionaire a while back. The show has a way of finding its way to people like me. I’d been hooked, tuning in to watch it every time it went on air. I’d always yearned to see what the show would be like for the girls I knew, imagining how they would come out of it on the other end as walking wet dreams. When that money hit my bank account there was only one thing on my mind. I phoned the show up and offered them every penny of my fortune if they would just get you on the show. Partly out of spite, partly out of blind lust, but… there was a real reason behind it too. To be honest, I didn’t think anything would come of it, but I’m so grateful they took me up on my offer.”

Liam fell silent as his story came to an end. It had matched up pretty much with what Jack had told her on her first appearance in the studio, though it was a lot more impactful for Sophia hearing it from the source. She had a lot of mixed feelings about what she’d heard, and now it was her turn to speak her piece. Thankfully she didn’t expect to have to echo any lines from the video while she spoke, on accounts of the actress on screen having her mouth full.

“Listen, Liam. I’m so, so sorry about what I did to you. I never meant for any of that to happen and it breaks my heart to hear what you’ve been through. It truly does. I’ve had to live with the guilt of it ever since. And I understand how frustrating it must be to have these feelings that aren’t reciprocated, but… that doesn’t give you the right to put me on this show. You’ve taken things way too far. I never asked for any of-”

“But you did agree to it.”

“I- Wait, what?!”

Sophia’s rebuttal suddenly stopped short, stunned by Liam’s interjection.

“Yeah. Bimbo or Billionaire doesn’t usually take on contestants that don’t consent to it. You have to sign a contract to agree to everything that happens to you on the show. You don’t remember? They even sent me a video of it. See for yourself.”

Liam drew out his phone and slid round onto the seat beside Sophia to show it while he pulled up a video. It was difficult for her to see it clearly while her body was bouncing so vigorously but she managed to make out the general scene. It showed the very room they were sitting in. She saw herself and Alan seated together on the very same sofa she resided on now while a man she didn’t know was sitting where Liam had been moments ago, various papers strewn out on the low table in front of him. Somehow Sophia had trouble making out the features of this stranger, going beyond the difficulty she had focusing on the screen. His face just had a general blurriness to it, but it didn’t feel like the result of video editing. Before she had time to dwell on it though, she heard her fiance’s voice speak out.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this Sophia? You know what this show could do to you. This Liam person wants to break us apart.”

“I know, Alan. I know the risks but this is the only way I can put this matter to rest. All this time I’ve been haunted by this one horrible mistake I made back in school. I want to move on. I want to prove that our love is strong enough to make it through any trial. You’ve done so much for me already. I want to give something back to you in return. Just think, when we win that money between us you won’t ever have to work again. We’ll be able to live our lives together in whatever way we want to. It’ll be our happily ever after.”

“Life isn’t a fairy tale, Sophia. You’re not just going to win the prize just like that. The show will change you.”

“I know that, but… maybe that isn’t such a bad thing. I’ve been trying so hard to change myself for you. I want to provide for you what any woman should give for their beloved. But I don’t know if I can manage it on my own. Maybe a few changes to loosen up, to make myself a little bit prettier for you, a little more… eager in bed… wouldn’t be such a shame after all.”

“You’re already perfect in my eyes. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Thank you, my love, but I still want to go through with it. I’m not just doing it for us. I’m also doing it for myself. I… More than anything else in my life right now, I want to go on Bimbo or Billionaire.”

With that final admission hanging in the air, Liam ended the video and put his phone away, leaving Sophia bewildered by what she had seen. Had she really agreed to participate in a show seeking to objectify and transform her? She had no memory of this meeting taking place but hearing that last line in her own voice seemed to resonate with something deep inside of her. ‘I want to go on Bimbo or Billionaire’. Sophia had no idea what she must have been thinking, but she had the faintest fleeting memory of saying those words before. Somehow she just knew that video was legitimate, but that raised so many questions in itself.

“Why…? Why don’t I remember any of that?”

It wasn’t just her either. Alan was supposedly right there in the room with her when she agreed to go on the show, yet he seemed completely ignorant of its existence. In fact, Jack had been adamant that she kept the show a secret from him.

“You don’t? Um, well… I hear memories of the show get a bit muddied for anyone not part of its, uh… intended audience. You didn’t remember watching the episode with Catalina in, right? Maybe it’s something to do with that.”

> I forgot because I’m not a pervert?

Something about that didn’t sit right with Sophia. She knew first hand that the show had the power to suppress memories, and it made sense they would use it to keep the show hidden from normal people, but making her forget even agreeing to go on it? It just seemed so cruel. But then again, such cruelty seemed to be exactly in line with what she knew of Jack. Perhaps the reason she forgot was simply because he thought it would be fun.

But why did she agree in the first place? That still made no sense to Sophia. What she’d said in the video sounded like something she would think, but that reasoning could not have been enough to make her agree to all this. There had to be more to it. What had driven her to say she wanted to be on Bimbo or Billionaire? More than anything else in the world, even? If only she could know what she was thinking back then.

“Hey Sophia.”

Liam’s voice broke Sophia from her thoughts. He was beside her now, watching from a prime position her body jiggle with every wet thrust down onto the toy. The air was thick with the smell of sex now. Sophia had never smelled it so strongly before, but as embarrassing as it was to think she was responsible for such a musky, sweaty odour, she had to admit it didn’t smell repugnant to her in her current state of mind. Liam was clearly enjoying being so close to her as well. The longer he spent around her, the more he was breaking from that respectful demeanour he met her with at the door. She saw the struggle written on his face, the fight against slipping into his old pervy habits.

“J-Just a little taste is okay, right? She won’t even know it’s wrong.”

“Excuse me?”

His words were mumbled to himself. She barely heard them over the noise her own body was making, but it was clear he was trying to convince himself of something. He startled at her voice. His gaze locked on the sculpted jewels bouncing and tumbling against gravity right in front of his face.

“W-We’re all caught up now, right? Don’t you think it’s time I got to inspect those new assets I paid for?”

Something clicked inside Sophia’s mind. It occurred to her that Liam was right. He was the sponsor behind her episode of Bimbo or Billionaire. He was the one who’d paid for all the changes that were made to her, and that included her implants. He had every right to know exactly where his investment had gone, to see for himself the quality of her new bolt-ons.

“Y-yeah, of course. Go right ahead.”

Liam didn’t need any further encouragement to lay into the objects of his obsessive affection. He stood and turned towards her with giddy hands outstretched. Movement beyond him caught Sophia’s eye. Again as though aware of the shifting development, the TV switched to a new video. Sophia realised she’d lost track of the previous one, but there was thankfully no sign from the Collar that she’d missed a line.

The video showed yet another of Sophia’s doppelgangers, though her appearance this time was outright sickening to the real her. She was wearing a fetishistic cow costume like the one that Lena had bought for her. The memory of that alone would have got her face burning, but this outfit had further modifications to it to make it even more degrading. Her heart dropped with every detail that caught her eye.

The actress's head was decorated with horns, ears and a bell just like the costume Sophia had, but the girl’s septum was pierced with a big nose ring. Her gaze was glassy and vacant as she started off into space like she had no idea what was happening around her. Her lips were pumped up to a degree that it didn’t seem possible for her to keep them shut. A line of drool seeped out from the corner of her mouth to dribble down onto her tits. She wore nothing to cover her boobs or bum, the cowprint patterns relegated to sleeves and leggings. Her nipples were covered instead with clear suction cups, causing her areoles to bulge out vulgarly as a trickle of milk was pumped to a device at the foot of the bed she lay on. She lay on all fours, her bum up in the air. Sophia noticed a tail hanging from it, and she realised with a sickening stomach the only way it could have been attached. But the most disturbing part of all was her stomach, swollen out in a clear late-stage pregnancy. This woman was so close to bearing a child, and yet here she was degrading herself for the twisted pleasure of whoever it was that enjoyed these videos. It was hard to believe this was a real person with Sophia’s face plastered on top.

From off to the side another woman led a man into the frame by the hand. This one wore Lena’s face dressed in a leather cowgirl ensemble while the man took on the visage of Liam himself. The Sophia on screen continued to stare blankly into the ether while Lena spoke on her behalf. The challenge specified mimicking all women on screen so Sophia had **** but to croon along in the girl’s seductive tones.

“I’m so sorry you can’t have your dumb cow’s pussy today, but please use her udders to your heart’s content. Be as firm as you like. This slut-cow has no other value but for her fat milkers built to please you.”

Sophia nearly choked as she got the words out. It was almost like the video was aware of her situation, directing her to say the most degrading lines possible straight to Liam’s face. He was already palming her tits, but her unwilling invitation spurred him to take even greedier handfuls of her supple flesh. He had every right to do so of course, but that made it no less embarrassing being handled by the perv that had so often irritated her in the past with his lustful gaze. There was something she needed to say to him as well. In her heart she knew she didn’t really need to do it, but her mind and instincts were telling her that not doing so was like spitting in Liam’s face thanks to her mod instilling a new sense of normality.

“Th-thank you… for squeezing my boobs, Liam.”

“You’re so, so welcome Sophia. They’re just incredible. Everything I ever dreamed of and more.”

“I’m so glad you like them. Look how happy your cow is when you squeeze her udders.”

Sophia twisted her head away, unable to face the man touching her after repeating such a line. It was disturbing how well it lined up with Liam’s comment, making it seem like she was flattered by his attention. The worst part of all was that it wasn’t entirely wrong. Amid the shame and discomfort she felt at his attention was an undeniable sense of joy. Why did Liam’s gaze on her tits make her feel such pride? Could it be that she… missed this? Could this pervert’s doe-eyed presence in her life have been something she found comfort in without ever realising?

> Don’t be ridiculous. I would never miss being eyed down like meat.

Despite telling herself so however, Sophia had no better way to explain it. The only alternative was that she really was some perv getting off on being exposed and molested, and that certainly wasn’t the case.

“Moo. Mooooo!”

“Your slut-cow is mooing so happily. She loves it when you squeeze her udders like that. Try to wring every lost drop from them.”

“Moo. Moooo. Moooooo!”

Just when Sophia thought it couldn’t get any worse, her doppelganger began making crude animal noises to join the objectifying remarks from Lena’s copy. Sophia had **** but begin mimicking her deep, joyful mooing, dragging the sound up from the depths of her lungs. It felt so ridiculous, so reductive, so dehumanising, making such noises while bouncing up and down like a giddy schoolgirl. How could anyone consider this sexy at all?

> I’m not a cow! I’m not a cow! Stop trying to make me a cow!

Sophia jerked her head from side to side, trying to shake off the feelings overwhelming her. Her legs were still working against her, pushing the dildo deep into her body, forcing her to feel pleasure she never wanted to feel. It had been going on for so long now, it had to be close to the end. Liam was completely enthralled as he stood towering over her, taking every advantage of his right to assess his investments. Her boobs were soft and malleable as he rolled and sunk his fingers into them. His excitement was evident by the bulge in his trousers… right below… where her boobs were bouncing…

Sophia’s hands moved before she really knew what she was doing, working their way under Liam’s waistband to pull his jeans down. He didn’t react, either in nervous anticipation of what she was doing or too engrossed in her boobs to notice it. His erection slipped out into the space between their bodies. It didn’t take much for Sophia to spread her tits, lean in just a tad and…

“Oh fuck, Sophia. Yes!”

Sophia barely skipped a beat as Liam’s manhood penetrated her cleavage from beneath. There was practically no resistance as they slipped right in. It was like her body knew it was coming in advance. The passage was slick already with oily lube seeping from the pores of her chest. Her boobs moved on their own to squeeze in on the intruder. By the time she processed what was happening, Sophia’s body was bouncing for the pleasure of a real penis.

> Oh God, no. Stop it, please!

There was nothing Sophia could do though. She had already given up control of her lower half, and her upper half was now deep in the thrall of her most degrading compulsion. It had crept up on her from nowhere, triggering the moment she noticed Liam’s erection an inch from her jostling tits.

Fuck Pillows advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Titty Bitch] - When Sophia tries to think about what she's good at or what she contributes, her thoughts will keep coming back to her breasts

[Titty Bitch] - Sophia will become more docile and submissive while having her tits fucked

[Boob Doll] - Sophia will begin to consider her Fuck Pillows alteration as a core part of her identity - BLOOM

A-already?! But I only just- Wait, it said the word! Br-... br-... boo- no, that’s not it. What is happening?! I can see the options in my head. How can I not remember something that’s right there?! It can’t be the show doing it. I don’t remember choosing a mod that affects the words I use and if there was a Justified trap I wouldn’t realise anything was wrong.

No, I don’t have time to think about that. I need to focus on my options. I don’t see much of a choice though. One and three are just the same thing. They’re horrible! I’m more than just a pair of tits. There are so many more things I contribute. My boobs don’t even come into it.

That only leaves option two then. I don’t like the sound of it but it’s the only choice I have.

Option 2 selected.

Sophia will become more docile and submissive while having her tits fucked

It was all too much for Sophia. With every squat the phalluses pushed deep into her snatch and plunged between her boobs. The joint sensations threatened to overwhelm her. The showrunners had ramped up the sensitivity of her cleavage to unnatural levels, jeering at the idea of forcing her to orgasm to this perverse and objectifying act. After all this time charging her body with sexual energy she had no hope of defying them for long.

> Please, no! I can’t fail now! I must be so close.

The challenge had been going on for so long now. She had to be minutes - seconds, even - away from completing the challenge. There was no way she could let it all go to waste now. Not to having her… having her… tits abused like some pervert’s fantasy. There were few things that she could think of more degrading than this, being reduced down to a big pair of tits to service those who saw her as little more than one. She tried so desperately to hold out just a little bit longer, but the seal was already broken. Pleasure was building in her body, faster than she could hope to hold back.

> I don’t want to cum. I don’t want to cum! I don’t want to- Aaahhhhh!

Like a breaker was flipped between her boobs and her snatch, a surge of bliss erupted from Sophia’s abdomen as her body short-circuited. She clung to Liam for support as her spine buckled under the load. She squeezed her thighs tight, trying her best to contain the feeling, but only making it worse as she continued riding the dildo through her orgasm throes. Only when she had made it completely over the wave did she regain control of her hips. She would have collapsed backwards right then and there if she wasn’t compelled to keep serving Liam with her boobs. The rest of her slumped as she fell down on the plastic phallus one final time.

“Oh? Your challenge is over, Sophia?”

Liam spoke up, noticing the change in her posture, but Sophia had only one thing on her mind.

“What… What time is it?”

“Oh, uh, let’s see. It’s just gone half six.”

Fifty minutes since she started bouncing on that dildo. How long had she been away answering the door? It couldn’t have been more than five, surely? She had no way to know if she’d succeeded in her challenge or not. No mental bells or buzzers were there to tell her one way or the other. She knew she should have felt dread at such an uncertain outcome, at the possibility that the last near-hour of her life had all been for nothing, but somehow it just didn’t come to her.

“You look worn out. I- I should… No, I can’t. You have no idea how many nights I’ve spent dreaming about fucking these tits. Now that I’m right there, I can’t stop now. I know you don’t have a choice with your Fuck Pillows, but… Here, you just lay down and let me take over, okay?”

“O… Okay.”

Sophia put up no resistance as Liam began to move her. He was absolutely right. She was exhausted; body, mind and soul. As soon as the Collar gave her her legs back it was like all the aches and fatigue of squatting for nearly an hour had hit her all at once, and cumming so quickly to taking Liam’s penis between her tits had left her spirit crushed. It felt so nice to just say yes.

“Moooooo.”

She parroted another deep, contented moo from the tv as Liam lay her gently down on the couch, his penis not once leaving its place nestled between her boobs. The dildo slipped out easily from her snatch, slick with her juices, before being cast away somewhere out of sight. The puddle of fluids it left behind soaked straight through her knickers. Liam laid a cushion out under her head and unfastened her bra before straightening up to tower over her, straddling her stomach. The whole time Sophia let him do as he pleased.

“You good? Comfy?”

“This is nice. Thank you.”

A blush touched Sophia’s cheeks at her own placid response. Somehow a fuzzy warmth had spread through her body as Liam asked the question. It felt so familiar - the same way her body felt whenever Alan asked if she was okay as he led her through a difficult situation, the comfort of knowing there was a strong and caring hand to guide her through everything if she just relaxed and followed his lead.

But why did she feel this way with Liam, now of all times? Was this what is meant to be submissive? Had she brought this on herself, the mod she chose amplifying her placid, agreeable nature? The thought came to her to fight it, to resist being manipulated by the changes the Collar was making to her, but that meant having to struggle. It meant going against Liam’s wishes and her Fuck Pillows compulsion. That sounded so arduous and stressful. She’d been through enough hardship that day. She just wanted to feel safe and cared for.

And as shameful as it may have been to admit it, she did feel comfy there. Liam had been so considerate in laying her down, making sure her head was nicely supported, not putting too much of his weight on her stomach. Her whole body was humming post-orgasm, like she was floating on a cloud. And his penis… it… it felt so nice nestled between her boobs, like it filled a hole she didn’t know was there. Liam had provided her the safety and comfort she so desperately needed. Would it really be so bad to give something back as she let him take the lead, to lay back and relax as she let him take her virgin tits?

> It’s not like I have much of a choice.

The last reservations of her rational mind were **** to concede. The compulsion already had its iron grip on her mind. One way or another she was compelled to give Liam her virgin tits, just like she’d given her virgin mouth to Declan earlier that day. She’d already lost. Better to lay back and let it happen to her than be an active participant at least.

Liam needed no further invitation. Locking himself in he began rocking his hips to thrust his penis into the wet crevice of her cleavage. Her tits fought against gravity of their own accord to squeeze in tightly against the invading member, the ribbed texture of their skin maximising the frictional stimulation between them. Sophia felt the same incredible pleasure rising that had **** her to orgasm minutes before.

“Fuck, Sophia. This is unreal.”

Even when Liam thrust all the way into them, Sophia’s boobs were enough to completely swallow up his manhood. She knew that that would soon change though. With every second soaking in her special lube, his penis would slowly grow until even her own assets looked small by comparison.

“This was one of my ideas, you know. Fuck Pillows, I mean. I got to write some of your options as a sponsor privilege but this one was easily my favourite of them. I was so worried you were gonna lose it in the last Full House vote.”

“You... wrote it?”

Sophia hadn’t realised that Liam played such an active role in her transformation. She felt simmering frustration flare up inside of her. This change that reduced her down to nothing but a pair of tits to serve a man’s penis… was created by Liam? How many more of her current and future depraved alterations were the work of this man. Such a revelation should have stirred up even Sophia’s placid temperament, yet somehow it wasn’t enough to fully register. It was like a gentle fog of apathy had descended over her mind, dulling out the sharpest edges of her emotions.

“Jugs like these are made for fucking, Sophia. I wanted yours to be the very best at it, and I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. I don’t expect you to appreciate it now, but you’ll be grateful for what I’ve given you by the time we’re married.”

“I’m not going to marry you, Liam.”

Even in her agreeable state of mind Sophia objected to his last statement in a low, flat voice. It wasn’t so much an emotional response as a statement of fact.

“Right, s-sorry. I was getting ahead of myself there. That’s what this game is about though, right? Seeing if you want to remain true to the perfect princess façade you put on, or if you’ll choose someone who embraces the deviant buried inside of you, yearning to be let out. That’s why you came on the show, wasn’t it? To see which one is the real you?”

“What?! No- How could you-...”

Sophia was too stunned by Liam’s accusation to speak. There wasn’t some ‘inner deviant’ part to herself. All her life she had been averse to any form of perversity from others, disgusted by those who would project their dirty fantasies onto her. How could Liam think there was any part of her who enjoyed that? Was that his way of coping for the way Sophia had rejected him, telling himself that she was secretly just as bad as he was deep down? It wasn’t true! She wasn’t a pervert like him.

Put off by her rejection, Liam didn’t speak up for a while after that, and Sophia didn’t have it in her to do anything but let the engagement take place. A wet slap rang out with every thrust, her chest in constant motion as the impacts sent her boobies jiggling. The whole sofa seemed to rock with the **** of it. Sophia lay there and took it, a pretty doll powerless to let him have his way with her.

“Moooo-, oh, uh…”

She was halfway through reflexively copying another sound from the TV when she realised it was no longer necessary. Her challenge was long since over. There was no need to objectify herself any longer.

“You can moo if you want to, Sophia. You don’t need the challenge as an excuse. Don’t be shy about it.”

“I don’t, uh-”

“It feels good to let it out, doesn’t it? Don’t worry about me. I find it so hot when you let your feelings out like that.”

It felt so difficult to argue. Just the thought of it made her body tense up. Taking back control meant taking responsibility for everything that was happening. As embarrassing as it was for her to act like a cow, it was just far too inconsequential to argue against and let the weight of the world set back in. It was so much more freeing to simply do as she was told.

“Just give it a try, okay? Moo because you want to, not because you need to.”

“M-M… Moooo. Moo-Moooooo.”

“There, see? Does that feel right? There’s no need for words. You can just moo to let me know how happy this makes you.”

“Mooo…”

Sophia felt so ashamed, willingly dehumanising herself at a pervert’s request, but she couldn’t bring herself to deny him. He looked so happy to see her like this. She continued to moo, projecting as much joy as she could dredge up from the pit of her stomach. He gave her a warm smile then reached down to stroke her hair, prompting a further utterance from her.

“Mooooo…”

“I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear. Makes me feel less bad about forcing this on you. You have no idea how fucking good this feels, Sophia. I would happily die a virgin if I got to experience these every day. I’m so glad I got to be the first one to experience your Fuck Pillows. It really is a shame that you haven’t gained a level in it in all this time though. We need to fix that today. It deserves to be the first one to reach level three. We should go as long as it takes to make that happen. Let me know when you level up, alright? I want to know what mods you pick.”

“O-Okay.”

“Good girl. Let’s not talk for a bit then, okay? Just focus on how good this feels for a little while. Think about how happy you could be having your jugs fucked by me every day. Doesn’t that sound nice to you?”

For another few minutes the pair went on, the silence only broken by the sounds of grunting and dopey mooing. It was clear that Liam felt a lot more confident since taking control, looking Sophia in the eyes as he leaned in to deliver more power to his hips. It was her turn now to lack the nerve to meet his gaze. Such would be far too intimate for an act she’d been **** into, but also… it just felt wrong to look into the eyes of someone with such a dominant position over her. Her instincts were telling her to bow her head, and so she cast her eyes downwards, subjecting herself to the sight of Liam violating her tits. It was then that she noticed a change.

Sophia had long since accepted that her new boobs filled her lower vision, obstructing her view of her own body or anything happening beneath her. All this time she’d been unable to see Liam’s crotch, only catching the barest glimpse of his penis when she first released it from his pants. Now she was seeing it properly for the first time. Her lube was properly starting to take effect now, and before her eyes the head of Liam’s penis was emerging from her cleavage with every thrust. Just like with Lena’s dildo, it would continue to grow until it reached her mouth and she would feel the urge to let it in.

For a while Sophia was spellbound by it. It was almost hypnotic in its own right, the way it went back and forth, closer and further, slowly but surely growing longer as it inched towards her face. Every thrust into her cleavage sent ripples of bliss coursing through her body in perfect synch. The fog over her thoughts told her it was okay to just relax. Against her better judgement, Sophia found herself mindlessly enjoying herself, just as Liam wanted her to. She was close to spacing out entirely to the monotonous pleasure when she felt time slow down again.

Fuck Pillows advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

[Paizuri Addict] - When Sophia thinks about another woman's breasts, she finds it difficult to avoid thinking about how well they would pleasure a man and his cock

[Boob Doll] - Sophia's official job role will include a comment on the size of her breasts, eg. 'big-boobed student advisor' - [NORMALITY]

[Cum Dump] - The lube produced by Sophia's breasts will turn into semen in her mouth

Another level already? Liam really is going to push me to level three already, isn’t he? I can’t help it though. I can’t fight the compulsion with that fog in my head. Choosing to be submissive to him was such a mistake. I just need to… hope he finishes before we get to that… Oh God, I’m going to have Liam’s seed all over me. The thought of that makes me…

…

I need to think about which option to choose. I can rule out the third one right away, but the other two aren’t too good either. One of them affects my thoughts and one of them humiliates me at work… No, I can’t choose the second one. How could I ever have a professional life like that? ‘Hi, I’m Mrs Baxley and I will be your big-boobed advisor today.’ How would anyone ever take me seriously like that? Affecting my thoughts is dangerous, but I just need to not think about another woman’s boobs. It’s not like I do that much anyway.

Option 1 selected.

When Sophia thinks about another woman's breasts, she finds it difficult to avoid thinking about how well they would pleasure a man and his cock

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

[Cum Dump] - Semen will act as a highly potent skincare product when applied to Sophia's face and breasts. All other skincare products become less effective - [BLOOM]

[Nurse] - Sophia will believe that staring at her breasts has healing properties, but that covering them up hinders this effect

[Boob Doll] - Sophia will consider her own breasts to be highly ‘fuckable’

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Mmm, another chance to stretch my legs. Well not literally. Yet, anyway. That day can’t come soon enough. It’s nice to see Liam getting what he deserves after everything this dumb bitch has put him through anyway. It’s all thanks to him that this ‘me’ was ‘born’ too. I’ll have to properly thank him when I get the chance. Maybe I’ll give him what he wants and make myself his slutty, submissive wife, though he might need some extra lessons on how to properly treat a fuck doll first. He seems way too romance-coded to give me what I need, but I see the potential there to bend him into shape. I’m sure he won’t mind a few private sessions with teacher.

Anyway, onto the options. There’s some good ones here this time around. Option three is exactly one of the messages I want to drill home for the other me. Describing these tits as anything but highly fuckable is a crime. It’s like Liam said. That’s literally the reason they exist. I’m so glad that someone understands that. That said, I think that’s a conclusion she needs to reach on her own. It’s way more fun for everyone that way.

Option two looks like a lot of fun as well. Which one is stronger? Her body shame or her desire to do good? A moral obligation to show off our tits. That would absolutely break her.

I have to give it to option one though. A chance to make us so dependent on that nasty, awful jism we hate so much. How dry, cracked and blemished does our skin need to get before the other me resorts to taking a facial and rubbing it in, filling our pores with that smelly, sticky slime. Ooh, imagine a mod that makes us obsessed with vanity, having **** but to take a load to our face and tits every day to satisfy our need to look pretty. I hope there’s something like that waiting for us down the line.

Option 1 selected.

Semen will act as a highly potent skincare product when applied to Sophia's face and breasts. All other skincare products become less effective

BLOOM trap triggered. Experience granted towards the next level of Fuck Pillows and the chosen modification will grow stronger with each Cum Dump modification acquired by Sophia. (current count: 1)

“I’ve levelled up.”

The words slipped out before Sophia could come to her senses, prompting her to bite her lip. Was she just going to do everything Liam asked of her? Then again if he really intended to keep this up until she levelled it was best to let him know… and it did feel nice to see him smile as she obeyed.

“Oh, fantastic. What mod did you choose?”

“Um…”

Sophia considered for a moment not telling him but she knew he would insist anyway and she didn’t have the will to hold back for long. She told him about the first of the mods she’d received, having no desire to acknowledge the one her inverted self had chosen out for her. Liam slowed down with his thrusting and leaned in with eyes gleaming as she explained, evidently excited and fascinated by how the Collar was changing her.

“Other women, huh? That sounds like fun. Let’s give it a try. Um… oh, your sister had nice boobs, didn’t she? I remember that from school. You two were always so alike. What was her name again?...”

“A-Amy.”

Sophia’s chest tightened at the mention of her sister. The memory of the earlier video was still fresh on her mind.

“Ah, that’s right. She was two years above us so I never saw her much, but it's difficult not to notice a rack like that. Alright, try thinking about Amy’s breasts for me, Sophia. I want to know what goes through your head when you do.”

“Please, Li-”

“It’s okay, Sophia. It’s only me. Just relax and think about your sister’s boobs for me. You don’t have to tell me what you’re thinking but I think it’d be so hot if you did.”

Sophia couldn’t bring herself to argue, swept up by Liam’s dominance over her. Choosing to be submissive was a definite mistake. Liam may not have known about that mod, but he could certainly tell how she was behaving towards him and he clearly enjoyed exerting control over her. Nothing he said was ever serious enough to spur an act of rebellion. It was so much easier to go along with it and do whatever little thing would keep him happy, even if she had to say something so mortally embarrassing and objectifying about her own big sister.

As images of Amy’s boobs filled her head, Sophia felt her thoughts slipping just as the mod described. It took a moment to even realise her imagination had added a man into every scene, each one finding enjoyment in the girl’s tits in different ways. Her brain whirred to evaluate the pleasure they each derived.

“M-My sister’s…”

“That’s it. Keep going. You’re making me so happy, Sophia. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about unless you want to be. Just say exactly what’s going through your mind.”

“M-My sister’s boobs are big and pillowy... T-They’ve always been softer than mine… Men would probably love to rest their head on them and sink into their warm embrace. And… she’s been inducing lactation ever since giving birth, s-so I think a lot of men would love sucking on her big, milky nipples as well. I think a-... I think a cock would feel very good rubbing against them or between them while she squeezed them together. They’re big enough to swallow up a penis completely just like mine. Amy’s a people-pleaser so she’d probably do whatever it took to make rubbing a penis between her boobs as comfortable as possible. Her boobs are like the perfect full package for bringing pleasure to men and their cocks.”

Sophia couldn’t believe that these were the thoughts going through her own head. It felt like even more of a shameful betrayal of her own kin than her earlier remarks, reducing her sister’s value as a person down to a pair of boobs and speaking those assessments aloud to tantalise her childhood friend. Liam’s manhood twitched as Sophia gave her lines and she feared he might ejaculate on the spot. Seeing how excited her words made him made her even more self-conscious about delivering them.

“Wow, Sophia, you make a hard sell. Maybe I’ve been chasing the wrong sister this whole time… I’m kidding. You’re the only one I have eyes for and you’re the only one in the world with Fuck Pillows. Your sister could never compare. I do have to wonder why Jack chose Heather over Amy though. The producers usually leap at the chance to pair up siblings as contestants on the show. Maybe they have plans for that later on…”

Sophia had tuned out Liam’s rambling, not wanting to dwell a second longer on what she’d said. She returned to the rhythmic motion of his penis, hoping to drift off and dissociate from her ordeal again. It would have been so nice to fall asleep and wake up when it was all over but she just knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Liam’s rod was getting so close to her face now with every thrust. She could see every minute crease and bump in the texture of its purple-pink head. It glistened in the light, soaked in the lube emitted by her own body. It looked so gross and unsavoury to Sophia’s eyes, and yet it took every ounce of her restraint to hold back her twitching lips from parting to let it in. With every thrust the gap closed another millimetre, her mouth began to water and the fight to control herself became a little more unbearable.

“It’s okay, Sophia. Just open your mouth and let it in.”

Liam’s request was enough to crumble Sophia’s resistance. Slowly her lips began to part into a wide ring. For the second time she was about to take a man’s penis into her mouth that wasn’t even her lover’s.

“Look at me, Sophia. Give me that smouldering look like you want it so bad. Now squeeze your boobs together with your fists. That’s it! Get ready to wrap your lips around it tightly.”

Sophia followed Liam's instructions like she had no will of her own, preparing an erotic vision he would no doubt burn into his retinas. Looking Liam in the eye was painful. It made everything feel so real. Here she was, letting a pervert have free rein of her mind and body to fulfill his every dirty whim. It was her worst nightmare brought to life and yet she hadn’t put up more than a shred of resistance. The thought of disobedience was far too stressful. She couldn’t fight the Fuck Pillows compulsion anyway, so why disrupt what small sense of comfort came with the security of being provided for and providing what was expected of her in turn?

> What? No… Why am I thinking like this? I don’t owe Liam my tits.

It was surprising the extent to which Sophia had given in. It was easy to blame the mod that professed to make her submissive, but that was only a first-level change. It shouldn’t have had the potency to warp her mind so completely. Then why was she so ready to submit?

It had to be the guilt. Liam hadn’t always been like this after all. He’d been a perv at school, sure, but he’d been more than that. Kind, single-minded and obsessively devoted towards his passions, earnest in his awful attempts to make others laugh, a little obtuse but meaning well, reserved but always willing to offer up solutions if he could. Above all he’d been her friend. The Liam in front of her wasn’t the same one that she knew. The trials he had gone through had beaten down his best qualities and amplified his worst, and she was the one responsible for sparking it all. This was her seeing the consequences of turning him into this. Years of festering guilt were telling her that this was what she deserved.

“I’m going to push it in now. Hold still.”

Liam was leaning in, ready to deliver a big thrust to send his rod straight into her mouth. She couldn’t see his crotch, but from his posture she could tell he’d pulled back quite a way, and yet the tip of his manhood was still right before her face. It dawned on her she hadn’t felt his hips slap against her boobs in quite some time. He must have been slowly pulling back with time, preparing for this moment, and that meant his penis had grown several inches longer than she thought it had.

> No! No, please! Not in my mouth! Use my tits as much as you want, just don’t put it in my mouth!

Even the fog filling her mind was not enough to dampen the spike of anxiety as Sophia realised what was about to happen. His penis was going into her mouth! Why, why was this happening again?! Having her tits used like this was lewd, objectifying and humiliating but at least it wasn’t outright revolting. No matter how submissive this fog made her, she couldn’t let this happen! She would beg Liam to use her tits like a toy if that was what it took not to go through that awful experience again.

And yet the moment Sophia opened her mouth to protest was right when the big thrust came. The penis sprung forth like a snake out of hiding and dove into her facial opening, her lips sealing shut around it on reflex just like Liam asked her to. Further and further it pushed. Sophia was expecting it to hit the roof of her mouth but it curved to follow the length of her tongue like a hose fed into a drain pipe. Only as it reached her throat did it run out of length to proceed with a slap of Liam’s hips to her boobs.

Sophia’s gag reflex immediately threatened to kick in, repulsed by the fleshy snake invading her oesophagus. Her eyes flared for a second in panic that it might cut off her breathing. Against her control her body started to heave. Before the convulsion hit, however, she felt something gooey dribble down her neck. It was the lube her body produced. Soaking Liam’s penis, the fluid had spread across her tongue and palate as it rubbed against them and now it dripped down into her throat. As it did the muscles relaxed and dilated and her gag reflex vanished completely, promising an easy path for the invader to grow even further.

> Wh-wha-… How far does this go?! How much of my body is going to be used as a hole for him to drive his thing into?!

“Fffuck, Sophia. That was incredible.”

The entire time Sophia had been locking eyes with Liam just as he wanted. She’s seen his twisted, cross-eyed look of pleasure and heard his deep, unfiltered moan as he pushed further and further into her. He looked at her now with a gaze of absolute pride and adoration, like a boy witnessing his sweetheart ace something he’d taught her. She had no way to communicate to him now, but it seemed like he knew what was on her mind all the same.

“Don’t worry. I’ve designed this change to be completely safe and pleasurable for everyone involved. Your lube responds to the desires of whoever’s dick you’re serving. They can stop it growing at any point, but it will reach a limit well before it hits your stomach. I bet most guys will be happy feeling the warmth of your mouth on the head of your penis, some will want to focus entirely on the pleasure your boobs can bring them, and a select few will yearn for the tightness of your throat to contrast the softness of your bosom. I’ve made it so that every man you treat to this gets an experience tailored to them.

“...That’s if they can last long enough anyway. Your lube boosts a man’s lasting power but probably not enough for how amazing this feels. It’s all thanks to BoB that I’ve managed to last this long. The producers gave me a special gift. Better endurance to edge as long as I want and bigger volumes for my fantasies of plastering women with seed. I’m still good to go for a while longer. Let’s see how deep I can make it before I blow my load today, shall we? You’ll gain experience faster the deeper we go and I can’t wait to see you hit level three.”

With those last words Liam began thrusting his hips into her once again. His penis slid back and forth between her tits, pushed into her mouth cradled by her tongue and poked its head into her gullet. It was like her entire body was built for the sole purpose of serving this man’s dick. She could do nothing but lay there as she felt the snake slide between her lips, slick with lubricant, and enter her throat over and over and over again. The worst part of all was how nice it felt. Her body should have been repulsed by the way it was being used, but the pleasure pulsing from her sensitive boobs in conjunction with the blissful fog telling her it was okay to relax and let it happen was too much to overcome.

Liam’s shaft had crept well into her throat by now. Her muscles squeezed in on it like they were colluding to get him off. It seemed they were doing it just right judging by his moans as he pushed into her throat’s tight passage. Sophia worried she might **** on it but her nasal breathing never cut off no matter how much his manhood filled her throat. Of course the show would ensure that nothing could stand in the way of men abusing her body.

“I wish I could make you feel how I feel right now, Sophia. Several feet of cock throbbing in pure ecstasy. You’d understand if you did. You’d want to dedicate every waking moment to sharing this with as many men as possible. A perfect titfuck doll.”

> I would neve-... warm… happy… docile…

Sophia could only object to Liam in her head, unable as she was to speak out, but the concern slipped away as he finished his sentence. Something clicked in her mind that made her worries feel so small and distant. She was warm and happy, it was true. It radiated through into every tissue. There was joy to be found in lying completely still and listening to what Liam told her, and the sound of him clearing his throat told her he had a lot to say.

“There was this hentai I watched a few months back. You wouldn’t understand the name; it was in Japanese. It was about a nun living in a fantasy world. She was kind, upbeat and empathetic, spending all her day devoted to helping those around her. Everyone in her village loved her. And of course she was beautiful. Knockers bigger than her head and wide child-bearing hips. She was completely chaste though, turning down any proposal or requests for a date. She had no desire to engage in such carnal activities. She’d wave her hands bashfully if someone so much as offered her a kiss.

“Anyway, one night she wakes up to strange noises from inside the church. She goes to investigate and finds the head priest attempting to summon and trap a demoness. She’s shocked at first but then she notices a hole in the priest’s binding circle. She tries to rush forward to save him but she is too late. The priest is knocked into a coma and everything goes black. The next morning the nun wakes up and she assumes the demon must have escaped. She vows to look after the priest until he recovers and to work harder than ever on her duties.

“Later on the nun is treating a villager, applying a salve and bandage to his injured leg, when out of nowhere her hands move to pull down the man’s pants. Before she realises what’s happening her head dives forward to start sucking on his cock. The villager in shock begs to know what the nun is doing but he makes no move to stop her. The nun desperately struggles to control her body but her head is violently plunging up and down the guy’s dick. Eventually the guy cums and fills the nun’s mouth before she regains control of her body. She begs the man not to tell anyone and runs away in shame.

“The nun is back in her room wondering what came over her when she first hears its voice. The demon from last night had not run away. She had possessed the nun, and now she was planning to use her lewd body to spread depravity throughout the village. The nun knows of no way to dispel the demon without the knowledge of the high priest so she has **** but to try and maintain her purity while hiding the evil living inside of her from the others.

“In the meantime a hero has sensed the presence of a demon in the village and he comes to investigate. He hears the rumours about the strange behaviour of the nun and goes to see her. He uses a blessed powder to temporarily incapacitate the demon inside her and tells her there is one chance to draw it out before it permanently binds with her soul. He leaves town to gather the materials necessary and promise to return in a few days to perform the ritual.

“Over that time the demon starts taking more and more control of the nun’s body. The nun does her best to live her normal life, tending to the sick, caring for the children and cooking meals for the elders, but the demon drives her ever further into depravity. She is **** to give sermons while masturbating behind the pulpit. She seduces a housewife while the husband is working and inscribes a secret mark to make her perpetually horny. She tends to sick men and then rides their **** resting bodies to multiple orgasms. The entire time she’s completely ashamed of herself, but she just can’t help what her body is doing.

“In the final episode the hero returns. He executes his plan to lure the nun into his ritual circle and begins the rite to separate the demon from her body. All the nun has to do is wish for the demon to be exorcised and she would be free from her curse. But you know what she does, Sophia?... She refuses.

“The nun has realised something about herself the last few days. She loves sex. She loves being submerged in the shameful depravity of human lust and giving in to her basest urges. No matter how she tries though, she can’t justify it against the person she wants to be, the sweet, innocent maiden trying her best to do good in God’s name, swearing off a life of temptations. Being possessed was her one chance to do both, an excuse to tell herself she’s doing everything she can to be pure while her body flaunts and fornicates outside her control, giving her ‘****’ but to embrace the filthy perversities she is **** into. She wants to fight the demon inside her with all her heart, but she wants not a single hope of ever actually beating it. The demoness offers her this, promising to erase her memories of ever having the chance to break free of it, and the nun accepts, betraying the hero to the demon. The story ends with the nun announcing her possession to the entire village, vowing to do everything in her power to oppose the demon’s influence, all while the hero mindlessly rails her from behind.”

Sophia watched Liam wide-eyed from her position beneath him. He looked so excited as he rambled on, like a boy excited to finally have the chance to share his favourite show with his favourite friend, even as he described the depraved scenes that happened therein. His thrusts grew more rapid and powerful as his fervour grew, much to Sophia’s dismay.

“You’re probably wondering why I told you all this, aren’t you? It’s because the entire time I was watching that series, the nun kept reminding me of you. You’re just like her, Sophia, trying so hard to be a good girl. Too scared to taint that perfect image of a princess with such sordid things as sex. Too ashamed of how you look to others to embrace your own eroticism. Watching that hentai I realised there was a hidden side to you **** to be let out. One you could never admit to, completely at odds with the girl you try to present yourself as to the world. The only way you would ever truly be happy was to have someone **** that side of you to the surface against your control, to **** you to embrace your own depraved sexual nature while you can hold your head high knowing you did your best to be a good girl through to the end. You needed a demon of your own. That was the reason why I asked to have you on the show. The Control Collar would be that demon.”

Sophia had no idea what to make of what Liam was saying. How could he really believe this? He was mistaking reality with his perverted shows, a disgusting fantasy probably written by a man with no idea how a woman’s mind worked. Had isolation really affected him that much that he perceived her as some closeted freak? Sophia moaned and shook her head around the fleshy hose in her mouth, **** to tell Liam he was wrong.

“You think I’m insane, don’t you? But maybe there’s more truth to it than you realise. Perhaps the reason you forgot about agreeing to the show was that you asked to forget. Just like the nun, you didn’t want to know you ever had a way out of your new life. You wanted to believe you had absolutely zero control over your fate to succumb to the perverted side of you.”

> That… That doesn’t make any sense! I would know if there was some gross, perverted side to me. I would never ask to-

“Even if it isn’t true, that’s okay. I’m fully ready to admit that I’m wrong. That’s why the game is set up this way after all. If we get to your wedding and you decide you truly only want that perfect-princess happily-ever-after, then I’ll concede defeat and you’ll never have to see me again. You’ll have enough money to live the life with Alan you always dreamed of. If we get there, however, and you make the same choice that the nun did, decide that you just can’t live without the degeneracy the show has **** on you, then I’ll be there at the altar eager to treat you like the fuck doll you were always meant to be. I just want what makes you happy, Sophia. Hell, I’m happy even to share you with Alan if you can’t bring yourself to leave him. We can work together to pamper the princess side of you then bend you down to spit roast every night.”

> Alan would never do that! I won’t betray him either! I’m not the slut you think I am!

Sophia wanted to speak up to defend herself, to tell Liam he was all wrong and that the ‘game’ would not go the way he wanted it to, but she couldn’t do any of that with his phallus filling her mouth. In the time he’d been talking, Liam’s penis had grown past the end of her throat. She could no longer feel how deep it went. As long as the invasive organ was though, the motion of it sliding back and forth remained completely smooth. The penis caught on nothing, her body producing only enough resistance to make shoving it in as pleasurable as possible for Liam. Her entire body was one giant sex toy built to please him, and now he was picking up the pace.

“Fuck, I’m so close, Sophia! I’m gonna erupt any minute now. It’s so tempting to shoot it straight into your stomach, but I’ve always dreamed of cumming on your tits.”

> No, plea-

Fuck Pillows advanced to level 3 - please choose a perk

[Paizuri Addict] - Sophia’s masturbation routine will involve rubbing a dildo between her breasts and she will always keep one in her handbag - [JUSTIFIED]

[Cum Dump] - Sophia will be unable to clean cum from her breasts outside of her daily shower

[Titty Bitch] - Sophia will verbally **** herself while having her tits fucked. She will subconsciously start to believe what she is saying.

Wh-Wha-... No?! It really happened. Three levels in less than an hour! How is that possible?! Level three is where things get really bad. I don’t want any of these. Ngh, but I have to choose one or it's going to keep shocking me. Why?! Why are you doing this to me, Liam?! I’m not secretly some slut wanting to be changed against my will. You’ve got it all wrong!

Oh God, I can’t choose option two! I can’t see Alan tonight with Liam’s cum all over my tits! That would… I-I don’t even want to think about it. Th-thank God I wasn’t inverted! The other me would choose that option in a heartbeat. No, under no circumstances would I ever choose that option. Waiting an entire day to wash that stuff off my boobs? That’s so disgusting!

Option one is so degrading too. Every time I masturbate I’ll be rubbing a toy between my boobs. Like I can’t get enough of them being used as some man’s plaything. Option three is even worse though, actually degrading myself in front of others. Even if I never trigger this compulsion again, e-even if Alan is the only one I ever do this for, I’ll be saying all kinds of horrible things about myself to him. A-And part of me will believe it too… That I’m a slut, that I’m a whore… a-and so much worse… No, I have to choose option one. Even if it is humiliating, at least no one else will see it.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia’s masturbation routine will involve rubbing a dildo between her breasts and she will always keep one in her handbag

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

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 2…

[Paizuri Addict] - Sophia will always orgasm when someone cums between her breasts.

[Boob Doll] - Squeezing Sophia’s breast will cause her mind to blank, cutting off her train of thought and causing her to forget what she was thinking about (1 minute cooldown, only triggers during sex if used intentionally) - [SIREN]

[Cum Dump] - Sophia will clean up any cum she spots on surfaces by wiping it up with her breasts.

Inversion triggered - triggering Sapphire personality

Oh, what a nice spot for a justified trap, and such perfect timing too. How confusing it will be for me when I have to recreate this scene every time I masturbate, summoning up that time Liam used my body while telling me I need to be turned into a slut against my will to be happy. That boy is more twisted than I thought. Lucky for him there really is a lecherous deviant living inside his crush’s head, though I can’t say if I’ve always been here. Perhaps the Collar tapped into some repressed fragments of Sophia’s personality to make me. Either way I’ll be sure to feed into his belief whenever I can, convince him he’s absolutely in the right to turn us into his own personal fuck doll against our will.

Anyway, there’s some nice options to choose from this time, but I think I can rule out option one right away. I’ll be sure to train Sophia to cum exactly when I want her to. I don’t need to waste one of our precious modifications on that.

The other two are really fun though. One leads us down the road of becoming a gullible ditz easy to manipulate, the other into becoming a jizz rag only good for sopping up men’s juices. Both of those are paths I’d love to take Sophia down. It’s so tempting to imagine the look on my face spotting some cum on the ground, trying so desperately to resist as I get down on my hands and knees to rub my tits across the floor like a mop, smearing it all over my nice clean dress, mmm.

God, I hope that one shows up again sometime but the siren trap wins it for me this time. Giving those pervs a tool to take advantage of us is too good an opportunity to pass up. Make my mind empty as you finger my pussy. Make me forget that I’m mad at you when you just spanked my ass. Make me just nod and agree when you call me a cum-guzzling pig. Squeeze my tits and lead me somewhere private to have your way with me. There’s so many ways to make use of it.

Option 2 selected.

Squeezing Sophia’s breast will cause her mind to blank, cutting off her train of thought and causing her to forget what she was thinking about (1 minute cooldown, only triggers during sex if used intentionally)

SIREN trap triggered. Perverted individuals will become aware of this mod when they can take advantage of it.

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 2…

[Cum Dump] - The lube produced by Sophia's breasts will turn into semen in her mouth.

[Titty Bitch] - Gentle treatment of Sophia's breasts will feel unnatural to her. She will feel it natural for her breasts to be treated as roughly as possible with no regard for her comfort. - [BLOOM] [JUSTIFIED]

[Nurse] - Sophia will feel joy on seeing a healthy erection. - [JUSTIFIED]

Inversion triggered

Oh, another level two mod? It must be my lucky day. There’s three amazing options here. Our first repeat is here too, one that the other me immediately shot down at that. Imagine time starting up again to find my mouth full of cum, unable to spit it out or even swallow it, just **** to endure the taste until Liam is finished with me. Or how about messing with my mind, forcing me to feel happy every time I see a hard cock.

I already know exactly which one I’m picking though. It’s time we learned to take it rough. Sophia’s obsessed with our tits being treated like a delicate work of art. Only a slutty bitch would need their funbags to be abused to feel good, right? ‘Our breasts are meant for no man except the gentle caress of our lover’. Well all that’s about to change. Sorry Alan, but your loving touch is soon to knock us sick. The Justified trap is perfect too. I’m going to be so confused when I find our foreplay such a turn-off, and the selfish attention of my pervert lovers feels oh so right. Will that make you a slutty bitch too when you need your tits mauling to get off, Sophia? Alan will have to step up and be a real man if he wants to keep us from running off to some horny perv for that rough, greedy groping we crave.

Option 2 selected.

Gentle treatment of Sophia's breasts will feel unnatural to her. She will feel it natural for her breasts to be treated as roughly as possible with no regard for her comfort.

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

BLOOM trap triggered. Experience granted towards the next level of Fuck Pillows and the chosen modification will grow stronger with each Titty Bitch modification acquired by Sophia. (current count: 2)

Sophia’s head was reeling as she emerged from the selection state. No matter how many times she experienced it, Inversion always left her feeling like her brain had flipped inside out. Her memory was always muggy on what exactly went down during it, but at least she only received one new mod this time around.

“You gained a level just now, didn’t you Sophia? You don’t even have to tell me. You must have hit a Siren trap. Squeezing your tits, huh? We’ve got to try that one out. I want us to cum together, Sophia. I know you’ve been holding back all this time. Just forget about all that, empty your mind and let the orgasm wash over you. Here we go.”

> Please, don- ah……………

Sophia was defenceless against Liam’s probing hands. It happened the very moment his fingers pushed into her skin. The world flashed as a burst of colours went off inside her head. Everything on her mind was gone in an instant - all her worries and feelings for everything that had come before. She was aware of her own body, the things she was seeing and sensing, but not a trace of opinion, emotion or understanding remained. For a second she lay there empty-headed as her mind rebooted, basking in the sensations hitting her body.

> …Oh, that feels good…

Basic ideas came before complex judgements, and the first thought to hit her mind was how nice it felt to have fingers sinking into her tits. With that idea being the centre of her world at that moment, Sophia allowed every muscle in her body to relax, not for a second concerned with the orgasm she was holding back. It immediately crashed over her as she let go, sending jitters of ecstasy coursing through every fibre of her body. Her lips quivered, her throat convulsed, her arms squeezed her tits tight around the phallus between them.

“Oh God! Oh fuck! That’s too much. I can’t pull out. Sophia, I’m cumming!…”

With one final thrust Liam rolled his head back and resigned to releasing his load inside her. Sophia barely noticed it at first, distracted and addled as she was by her own mind-blanked orgasm. Without inhibition she moaned around the rod plugging her mouth in unison with his fevered grunts. The more she came down from her high however, the more her scattered thoughts came back to her, and she became increasingly aware of his penis throbbing between her tits as wave after wave of semen was pushed through it.

Liam was cumming inside of her. So far deep inside of her she couldn’t even feel his cum as it spurted down her gullet. The only evidence for it happening were his moans and the subtle bulges passing her tongue and lips as that gross, sticky, revolting fluid was pumped several feet through his fleshy hose and straight into her stomach. The thought of it made her sick, but there was nothing she could do. She was pinned by Liam’s weight, compelled to be of use until every last drop had unloaded inside her while a thick fog of docility suppressed any notion of rebellion.

> Please… Why won’t it end?!

It was like some sick joke. Every time she thought Liam must be finished she felt his manhood stir again in her mouth a second later. Each pulse she felt squeeze between her boobs, push through her lips and vanish down her throat was another shot of his slime fired into her belly. She didn’t count how many times it twitched but it had to be more than twice as much as Declan’s. There was no way she could zone out through it. She had **** but to endure.

Eventually the ordeal came to an end. Liam thrust his hips a few more times to milk out the sensation as long as possible before his whole body loosened up. He stared down at Sophia with a look of ease and adoration.

“Wow, Sophia. I’ve never cum like that before. You were incredible! It’s sad I didn’t get to finish on these perfect tits but… I’m happy with how it ended. There’s always next time to douse them with my seed. This was one of my biggest fantasies. I’m so glad we got to share this moment, Sophia. Did you enjoy yourself as well?”

Sophia did her best to shake her head. With Liam now finished she could feel his rod retracting slowly in her throat but it would be a minute or so before her mouth was clear to speak.

“Well, I wouldn’t expect you to admit it. I could tell some part of you was really into it though, even if you didn’t notice it yourself. The nun also took a little time to realise how much she truly loved it.”

‘Stop comparing me to your fictional perverts’. That was what Sophia wished she could say if her mouth was not still gagged by his fleshy appendage. As it was she could do nothing but mentally deny his words. Liam had to be mistaken, seeing what he wanted to see. There was no way any part of her was into being treated like a doll with tits.

“I think we need a photo to mark the occasion. Hold still, Sophia.”

Liam reached to pull his phone from his pocket and pointed it her way. Panic hit her at the thought of leaving physical evidence of what they’d done, but for as long as Liam’s manhood lay resting between her boobs she couldn’t muster the will to deny him something so simple. Any lingering resistance crumbled the second she saw the lens, replaced by an urge to look good for the camera. Without even meaning to she squeezed her arms tight around her boobs and pushed her chest up from the sofa.

“God, you’re so beautiful Sophia. Now a selfie with us both. Flash a peace sign for me. Turn and smile!”

As demeaning as it was to pose for Liam after everything he’d done to her, Sophia couldn’t bring herself to hold back. It just felt so right to pose in front of a camera, she only had half a mind to resist and that half was quickly swallowed up by the fog in her head to comply with such a basic request. Liam held his phone out at arm’s length while Sophia twisted her body underneath him to face it head on. Raising two fingers on each hand, her lips curled up around the side of his penis just in time for the shot.

“Holy fuck, Sophia! You’re so hot I could bust again right now! I’ll treasure these pictures forever… Oh, here, I’ll send you my number. Actually, I’ll set up a group chat for us. We’ll have to keep in contact from now on. This’ll be the perfect cover pic to use for it. Look how happy you are with my cock between your jugs.”

Sophia continued to lay there and listen. There was nothing else she could do for the moment. She could feel the head of Liam’s penis at the back of her throat, slowly retracting into her mouth. It wouldn’t be long before she was free from her curse of silence.

“Listen Sophia. You can talk to me anytime. I may be the villain of this story, but I’m not your enemy. This whole show has been put on for your sake. I love you, Sophia. I want you to be happy. It may be tough for you now, but in a year’s time you’re going to look back and be thankful for everything you went through. I’m glad you managed to snag Heather to talk to sometimes, but I’m the only one you can talk to about the show at any time. Whether you need to vent, ask for advice or just let out whatever’s on your mind, okay?

“...And if you’re ever made to do something that’s just way, way too much for you, I can step in to fix it. It won’t be free - The show won’t let me just spoil their fun like that after all. You’ll have to do something that’s just as bad, but at least it will be with me. What do you say about that?”

Liam’s manhood finally retracted from her mouth, and the fog of docility lifted from her mind along with it. For the first time in a while Sophia was unaffected by compulsion, challenge or modification. Her mind and body were completely her own, and like a valve had been released all the collective anger and frustration she felt towards the show came bubbling up from beneath the surface.

“Just stop it Liam! My life isn’t a game! I’m not some character from your sick pornos. Those videos are not real. Real women do not think like that. She’s nothing but some pervert’s twisted fantasy of what a woman should be. Please, Liam, listen to me. You have no right to take control of my life. You have no right to treat me like some toy to shape to your liking, to act like you know me better than I know myself. I don’t. Want. This!

“Please, Liam, please. I’m begging you. Put an end to this game. I never asked for any of this. This show is causing me nothing but pain. I was happy in my life with Alan. Please! If you really love me… If you truly want me to be happy, then let me go.”

For the first time Sophia was able to vent her feelings about the hopeless situation she was in without fear of retaliation. All that hatred she had bottled up towards Jack and the audience that laughed at her humiliation came flowing out of her. Liam may not have been the one directly causing her transformation, or even the face of the show, but he was the source responsible for everything she had been through in the last few weeks. No amount of guilt for what she’d done to him could excuse him for what he’d done.

…And yet Sophia had never been one for channelling anger. Her words started out sharp and strong, but for all the raw emotion she had pent up, she lacked the resolve to assert it for long. Any time she tried to speak with conviction her courage would desert her at the critical moment, leaving her more meek and disheartened than if she’d never said anything at all, and this time was no different.

She was speaking up to Liam, his weight still bearing down on her, his penis nestled between her boobs. It was a clear reminder of the position she was in and her powerlessness to be making demands. That moment of hesitation was enough for Sophia to run out of steam completely, and she had **** but to resort to pleading to Liam’s humanity and his feelings for her to get through to him.

“That’s just not possible, Sophia. We both signed the contract. I couldn’t stop the game now even if I wanted to. You need to understand though. I’m doing this out of love. All of this is to give you the chance to find perfect happiness, whether it's with or without me.”

“You think what you’re doing is love? People don’t **** the women they love to have sex with random men. They don’t **** them to change to fit their perfect vision. They love them for who they are, right at that moment. What you’re feeling isn’t love, it’s obsession! You see me as some pretty doll to be twisted to fit your perverted fantasies.

“You claim you want me to be happy? Then let me be. Happiness is not sex for me. It’s not humiliation. It’s not powerlessness or having tits bigger than my head. It’s marriage, children and a home full of love. It’s coming home to curl up on the sofa with Alan and a book, feeling warm and secure in knowing he’ll always be there to cherish, support and protect me. It’s seeing the faces of everyone who loves me as we talk about our lives over a drink after work. And you… you’re trying to take that all away from me.”

“I’m not trying to take anything from you, Sophia, only give you what you never knew you needed. You say those things don’t bring you happiness but each of them have brought you more powerful orgasms than you’ve ever had in your life. I’ve seen your rounds, the flare you have in your eyes when you’re made to embrace your raw sexuality. That’s the real you showing through.”

“Y-you’re imagining things.”

“I’m not, but I know you could never admit to it. You need to keep up your good girl persona. That’s just who you are. Only the two of us will know about that other side of you. It’ll be our little secret.”

“I don’t-”

“I never **** you to come on the show. You agreed to it yourself, remember. Some part of you wanted to be on the show. Listen to it.”

Liam pressed on his phone and the sound of Sophia’s recorded voice played out again.

“More than anything else in my life right now, I want to go on Bimbo or Billionaire.”

The words echoed in Sophia’s head, stopping dead any hope of Sophia arguing back against Liam. It was absolutely true that she’d said those words; she knew it in her heart. She really had agreed to participate in this twisted game show, a show designed to turn her mind and body into a pervert’s walking wet dream. How could she hope to deny what he was saying with that hanging over her head?

> What if he’s right? What if deep down I am just as much of a pervert as he is?

For a second Sophia imagined what it would be like to go along with what Liam wanted, to meet him at the altar and submit to become his perverted fantasy, to vow to spend every night fulfilling his dirtiest dreams, to objectify and debase herself in chase of endless hedonistic pleasure. Could that really be what she yearned for deep down?

> No, I can’t think like that. I’m loyal to Alan. I’m happy with the life I have.

“I know this is a lot for you to take in. Heather’s going to be here soon, isn’t she? I’ll leave you be for now to think through everything in your own time. Remember what I said though. You’re welcome to message me anytime, about anything. I promise I won’t try to push this on you. I’ll be an impartial ear for you to figure out your true feelings.”

With those words Liam leaned in to kiss her on the forehead, then rose to his feet to grab his pants. Sophia had nothing more to say, her well of emotion having run dry. She watched him get dressed in silence and make his way for the door, turning to face her one last time at the entryway.

“We’ll have to do this again Sophia. Now that I’ve experienced your Fuck Pillows I don’t think I can last until the wedding. I’m so eager for the day you fully embrace them. Maybe we can meet up every other week? I don’t know. We’ll sort something out. Anyway, enjoy your time with Heather.”

With that Liam departed, leaving nothing but the sound of silence behind. Sophia lay still for a few minutes more after she heard the front door click. She’d been through so much in the last hour she couldn’t bring herself to move right away. She knew she had to though. Heather was due to arrive any minute now and it wouldn’t be good to have her friend ringing the doorbell with the state she was in.

Kicking off her soaking panties she pushed herself off the sofa onto her hands and knees. Her entire body was exhausted. Her arms trembled to carry her own weight and all they’d done for the last half hour was squeeze her boobs. The fatigue was most of all in her head. There was so much to unpack from her meeting with Liam - answers and more questions about her position on the show - and she didn’t have time to think on any of it. With the pace the show was running her at, she didn’t know if she ever would.

The last hour was like a fever dream, her body, thoughts and emotions toyed with by her compulsions and the modifications she’d chosen. It almost felt like she’d watched the whole thing through a window, but no, she’d been there for every second of it. Liam’s penis sliding between her tits, between her lips, down her throat, until…

> He… He…

Sophia recalled exactly how it all ended, and now that her head was clear it felt so much more nauseating. Liam had cum down her throat. His gross, sticky seed was lining her stomach as she sat there, slowly digesting, becoming part of her.

She needed to be sick.

Scrambling to her feet, Sophia staggered to the toilet without a care that she was naked. Lena had once shown her the trick to throw up on demand, and that was what she would call on now to clear her body of Liam’s taint. Without hesitation she dropped down over the toilet and thrust her hand as far back into her mouth as she could reach, **** to clear her stomach of Liam’s seed.

No matter how far Sophia pushed her fingers down her throat though, she couldn’t get her stomach to give up its contents. The lube from her own tits had suppressed her gag reflex completely. The very same Fuck Pillows responsible for filling her up with Liam’s jism now made it impossible to throw it back up. She felt so sick, so nauseous to have that slime sitting in her belly, but her body refused to retch. With several minutes of failing to agitate her uvula, Sophia had **** but to give in and collapse to the floor, accepting that Liam’s splooge was now a part of her forever, the first to ever enter her body.

That fact felt like the cruellest possible betrayal to her beloved. It was one thing to be **** to take another man’s member into her, but the seed responsible for making new life? The fluid her husband would one day put inside of her in hopes of having children of their own. That was something only Alan had a right to, and now she would have to see him tonight with another man’s jism still digesting in her belly.

She felt so unclean. And the worst part of all was that she had no idea how much of that stuff was inside of her. Liam said the show had granted him bigger loads, and he certainly took some time letting it all out, but just how much was that? A spoonful? A cupful? A… a stomach full? It almost felt like the latter the way her tummy bulged and her appetite was all but gone. Could that really just be her mind playing tricks on her? She was inclined to believe the worst. A stomach full of that disgusting liquid, gurgling its way through her guts, permanently marring her insides with Liam’s DNA. Should she text Liam to ask him? Would words even be enough? Would she need to watch him cum to see how much he had pumped into her before she finally got that relief?

That ridiculous thought was enough to push Sophia back to reality. She had to get moving. Heather would be there any minute and her snug was a mess. She gingerly pulled herself to her feet and emerged back into her bedroom. Before heading back through to the other room she made sure to get dressed and quickly brush her hair to avoid Heather ringing the doorbell while she was still naked. She didn’t have time to shower. The best she could do was wipe down her crotch and hope her friend didn’t notice the smell of her sex.

Cleaning had a way of calming Sophia’s mind, and as she tidied up the spare room she found her thoughts slowly calming, putting the events of the last hour behind her in favour of preparing for her friend’s arrival. She’d always have time to come back to them later when she was in the mood for contemplation.

It was while cleaning the room that Sophia came across the discarded dildo still glistening with her juices. Running to wash it right away, her eyes lingered as she rubbed a towel over it and a thought came to her. As loath as she was to admit it, this wasn’t the last time she would need the sex toy. The show was going to keep putting her in sexual situations well outside her comfort zone. There would come a time when it was useful to have a plastic penis with her on hand. That justification felt a little embarrassing to her, but it was enough to stay her hand from returning the toy to its place buried at the back of her wardrobe. Even more embarrassing was it when she brought it through to the kitchen to drop it in her handbag instead. That’s where Lena had kept it when she had it after all. It wasn’t weird for a woman to carry a dildo with them everywhere they went. Right?

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all so much for reading. This is the longest chapter I've published by quite some margin. Apologies to those who struggle with longer chapters but there really wasn't a good place to cut this one up with it all being one continuous scene. This took a lot of work to write so please be sure to like and let me know if you enjoyed reading it.

I updated the 'Breast name' survey I posted last time with all the names people suggested so feel free to take a look. It's not too serious a survey so it's okay to submit a second response. (You don't have to rate every one of them if there's only a few you have an opinion on too.)

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Thank you all again and I'll be back soon with our first catch-up with Heather since getting her first alterations.