Intermission: A workplace emergency

“Ngh... Uhhh...”

Sophia felt dizzy and disoriented as she came to. Though her eyes were closed, she could tell she had not been placed back in her bed this time around. Her body was sat upright in a padded seat and she could feel the warmth of sunlight on her face. She slowly pried her eyes open to adjust to the light and check out her surroundings. The sun was streaming through a pane of glass a couple of feet in front of her.

> Th-this is... my car?

Sophia quickly recognised the interior of her own vehicle. She was sitting alone in the driver's seat with the engine off. Beyond the windscreen she could see other cars, buildings and trees. It took a moment to recover enough from her daze to do so, but it was a scene she also recognised as the staff parking near the university building she worked at. As her awareness slowly returned to her though, her mind was drawn away from the world outside her car to something of much greater concern.

> Wh-...? What is this?! M-my breasts?!

Sophia's eyes shot wide as she glanced herself over. After hearing Jack's goading remarks at the studio, she'd suspected she might be returning to find her breasts more swollen with milk than when she had left. What lay before her, however, was beyond anything she could have ever imagined.

It just didn't seem physically possible. When she looked down, her breasts filled her vision. The rest of her body was completely obscured by the obscene mounds of flesh jutting from her chest. They were too big to even fully wrap her arms around.

> I-... I-... I-...

It took Sophia some time to process any emotion. Her brain was too busy struggling to comprehend what she was even seeing. She almost thought her eyes must be playing tricks on her, but the presence of the two enormous globes on her chest was absolutely undeniable. She could feel them both straining against the blouse that struggled to contain them, and the completely alien sensation of her nipples tingling almost two feet in front of her. She could feel them encased in the damp, clammy fabric that her milk had been leaking into. Despite the shift in volume, the skin was still just as sensitive as it was before, perhaps even more so. The overwhelming flood of tactile information streaming into her mind from those masses of erotic flesh dominated her senses to the point she could barely feel the rest of her body. Even here in perfect stillness, it was too much for her to possibly ignore.

As Sophia's mind finally reeled back to its senses, one fact was all that came to the forefront. Her boobs were simply titanic. No other word came close to describing the sheer volume of space they took up. She had become more breast than woman. Each one individually looked to hold the same mass as the rest of her body combined, and Sophia could only reason there had to be some trickery from the Control Collar involved in even allowing her to lift them.

> H-how...? How did they get like this?

She already knew that of course. Even without thinking back, she knew why her breasts were like this. It just didn’t feel real without seeing it happen. All the memories of what she’d been up to were sitting right there in her head, just like the host had said. She just had to think back and remember. What happened?

The last thing she remembered before waking up in the studio was... the evening she'd spent with Lena. She felt shame already rising at the memory, ordering all those... No, she didn’t need to live through that again. What mattered was what she had done after that, during the missing time.

It started coming back to her. After the evening she'd spent with Lena, Sophia had spent the rest of her time off work holed away in her flat, too embarrassed to ever be seen in public. She'd even put off seeing her fiancé with the claim that she wasn't feeling very well. The only times she had physically met anyone were when the delivery men showed up throughout the week to deliver her new tailored clothes, and the way they'd gawked as she signed off on her packages had solidified her decision to shut herself in.

Without a means to effectively express herself, she could do nothing to prevent her breasts from filling out with milk. The entire time she'd spent locked away, she'd anxiously watched them swelling larger and heavier as she refused to actually address the problem. Her yoga routine quickly became impossible and physical activities became increasingly uncomfortable to perform. She'd ended up spending much of the week dormant, watching television, bundled up in stifling amounts of blankets to hide her view of her own body and trying her best to ignore the bulging masses growing from her chest.

Now, six days later, Sophia was suffering the consequences of turning a blind eye to her new reality. After nearly a week of continuous, unchecked growth, her boobs had swollen up to the size of beach balls with no signs of stopping. Her vacation time had come to an end, and although Sophia wanted to avoid going out in public, the simple fact was that she never missed a day of work. She'd crammed herself into her car, rolled the seat as far back as she could while still reaching the pedals, and set about driving herself here.

Now that Sophia was conscious again though, one thing had become abundantly clear. There was simply no way she could go in to work like this. It had been one thing to let herself be demeaned and humiliated in front of a crowd of people she didn't know, but this place was full of co-workers and students she knew and saw on a daily basis. Thanks to her 'Bolt-ons' alteration, anyone who saw her like this would think she had willingly gone under the knife to obtain these vulgar breasts. There was not a chance that any of them would think of her as anything less than a trashy pervert.

Sophia couldn't allow that to happen. She was going to have to call in sick. She didn't like to do so but this was an emergency. She would have to find Alan today and do whatever it took to get the milk drained from her breasts, and shrink them back down to a reasonable size. There was nothing else she cou-

> Challenge: Remain at work until the end of your workday, attending all appointments

Sophia jumped as her thoughts were interrupted by a synthetic voice ringing through her head.

> W-what? Challenge? What was th-... Oh...

Amidst all the rules and alterations applied to her in the last round, Sophia had forgotten all about the 'Game Show' rule; a rule that required her to complete a task every intermission or face a severe punishment. As if responding to her plan to run to her fiancé for help, it had demanded that she head in to work instead of going to see him. Suddenly Sophia wasn't so sure about what to do. The thought of this unknown punishment was enough of a deterrent to make her reconsider her plans.

> I can't let anyone see me like this. I will never be able to live that shame down, but... that punishment could make everything so much worse for me. What should I do?

As the thought rolled around Sophia's mind, her gaze fell over her breasts and the ridiculous blouse that currently contained them. She had slipped this particular garment into her clothing order as an emergency option in case her expansion ever got out of control. She had never expected she would actually need to wear it, let alone the very next time she was conscious. It was the biggest size the website had to offer, but even it was strained to it's limit by Sophia's current proportions. At the very least though it managed to cover her chest up completely, and that made it far from the most embarrassing item of clothing she had delivered to her that week.

Back during Sophia's 'incident' with her friend's dildo, she'd distractedly given Lena the green light to buy her as many outfits for the bedroom as she liked, and the girl had gone more than a little overboard. Multiple times a day in the past week, Sophia had opened one of her packages and blushed as she realised it was some kind of lewd outfit Lena expected her to wear for Alan. Over the course of the week she'd opened bondage dresses, babydolls, body stockings and skimpy roleplay costumes.

After receiving a roll of black tape in one particular envelope, Sophia had checked through her orders to find which outfit it was meant to go with, only to find out in embarrassment that it was the entire outfit. She'd immediately held it away at arm's length like it would somehow infect her with its perversity, before relegating it to pile in her bedroom with all the other humiliating outfi-

> Wait... hold on...

Desperately needing to confirm if what she recalled was true, Sophia fumbled blindly for her phone from her bag on the seat beside her, careful not to disturb the great masses on her chest. Surely enough, she'd been texting her friend throughout the week, their conversation accompanied by dozen and dozens of outgoing attachments, and Sophia had a dreadful feeling she knew what those were.

Jack had made it clear that while Sophia was away at the studio, her body back home would be under the control of her own subconscious mind. It couldn't make any conscious decisions, but it would carry out any habits or routines that she had. There was one habit in particular of hers that Sophia had never once thought of as one, but there was no denying it now in hindsight. Every single time one of her friends had ever gifted her clothes, Sophia would try it on and send them a selfie asking them what they thought. It was her way of thanking them and showing that she valued the gift.

None of Sophia’s friends had ever bought her gifts so raunchy before, but by trusting Lena to buy those embarrassing outfits for her, her subconscious must have felt it was was okay to let her friend see her wearing them too. Thanks to that, instead of simply dumping all those humiliating outfits in one corner of her bedroom, Sophia had meticulously tried on each one, posed herself in front of a full-length mirror, and then sent the photos to Lena asking if she 'looked good in them'.

With a weight settling in her stomach, Sophia scrolled partway back through the conversation and began to read an exert.

- Sophia: [Tap to see attachment]

- Sophia: What do you think about this one? xx

- Lena: OMG. So hot srsly. Im in love xxx

- Sophia: I'm not so sure about that. It's so embarrassing. Why did you order me something like this? xx

- Lena: Well u were lactating and I feel like ur the submissive type in bed so I thought it would be a hot roleplay for u to try. Dont be embarrassed. U got the perfect mix of cute and sexy on fleek. Alans gonna melt when he sees u. BTW u should wear your fringe like that more often. Makes u look 5 years younger xxx

Sophia's thumb quivered as it hovered over the attachment. She remembered this conversation. She remembered taking this picture, but she still had to confirm it with her own eyes. It took a huge effort for Sophia not to turn her eyes from the screen as she pressed down on it. The picture grew to fill the whole screen, and Sophia almost dropped her phone as she was met with her own eyes looking back at her.

Like her friend had said, she really might have considered it a cute photo... from the shoulders up. The cow horns and ears, the little bell on the collar and her own blush at being caught in such a silly outfit all made for a rather charming shot. Everything below that however, was utterly obscene. The cow-themed harness made no attempt at all to cover up her breasts, rather lifting and framing them as its centrepiece. Down below it did the bare minimum to cover up her nether and Sophia could only imagine how much of her bum it left exposed at the back.

It was a carnal display Sophia would never dream of putting on and it was jarring to see her own face attached to it. She couldn't believe she would do such a thing, even without her conscious mind to tell her that such a routine did not apply to outfits that showed off her intimate parts. She was thankful at least that it was only Lena she'd sent these photos to. She would no doubt be teased for sending her friend what were essentially nudes, but she was confident she could trust her to keep them to herself.

That didn't change how humiliating it was for Sophia to see this photo of herself however. The picture had been taken days before, and her breasts therein were much smaller than they were now, but this was the first time Sophia was seeing her new body from an outward angle. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. Her breasts drew her own gaze the same way she knew they would everyone else she ever met from then on. As much as she hated to admit it, her breasts had always been the most defining feature of her body since they'd grown out, but this picture made a point for them having become her entire identity.

> 'I'm just a silly little cow. Please squeeze my big milky udders as much as you like.' That's what that outfit is saying.

The eroticism of taking such a photo had even released a squirt of milk from her nipples mid-shot to complete the dehumanising scene. Sophia still couldn't believe it was something she'd actually done. Her thoughts on seeing the picture were encapsulated in her very next text to her friend.

- Sophia: It's so objectifying Lena. I'm not just some animal with huge breasts. They are not who I am. I don't want Alan to have that in his head when he thinks about me.

- Lena: Listen Fifi. You are never going to be comfortable being the busty babe you want to be if you keep seeing your boobs as your enemy. You got them for a reason. They are a valid part of you. Just try it for one night. Let it all go, be a nice slutty cow for Alan and see how much fun your boobs can be for both of you. I promise it will help you feel better about them. Trust me! xxx

Sophia sighed on rereading Lena's response. She had once again failed to get her true feelings through to her friend, but she understood completely why the girl wasn't listening to her. Lena ‘knew’ that Sophia had gotten breast implants of her own volition, and Sophia had ‘admitted’ that she saw having huge breasts as a vital part of her identity as a woman. As far as Lena was concerned, Sophia's earnest attempts to explain herself were just doubts and excuses that needed to be stamped out for her friend to achieve her dream. Lena's unwavering love, sincerity and open-mindedness - her best qualities as Sophia's friend - were now working against her. She would never stop encouraging Sophia to accept her new boobs as a part of who she was.

Sophia finally tore her eyes away from her phone and set it aside. She'd seen everything she'd needed to. Reminding herself of all the skimpy outfits she'd modelled in would only serve to distress her further. She had made up her mind on how to proceed. Running away from all her problems was only going to create further issues for herself down the line. This whole show was set up in a way to penalise her every step of the way she refused to engage with their game. Her only option was to play along and focus her efforts on minimising her humiliation and the effect her new breasts had on her life.

Sophia took a moment to calm herself down before she proceeded, watching her chest heave with every breath she took. Each time she did, she felt her top stretch taut against it's contents, and she could almost hear the threads tearing in her head. She was scared that one wrong move, or too large a breath might cause the whole thing to fall apart. She **** herself to take careful, shallow breaths just in case.

As she did so however, Sophia realised just how wet and clammy her shirt had become. The fabric clung to her skin in a gross, uncomfortable way. Sophia had been told to expect greater leakage of milk as her breasts continued to fill, and so she dreaded to imagine how much of it there was now spilling from her nipples. Without a bra on to form a barrier, all that fluid was soaking straight into her work top. Sophia knew there was nothing she could do about it though. It was just another thing to add to the list of embarrassing issues that her breasts had sprung on her.

“Alright, I can't sit around here all morning. I need to get moving.”

Despite announcing her intentions however, Sophia found it difficult to actually bring herself to move. Getting up meant having to disturb the titans from their current resting state. She couldn't imagine how she could possibly move about with these huge lumps on her chest in any kind of dignified manner. But on the other hand, she had already left the remains of her dignity at home before she drove to work. When she first entered the car. Which she now had to leave. Now.

Reaching out to the door, she encountered unexpected resistance as her hand brushed along the underside of her breast, sending tingles all across her skin. Sophia's breath hitched as she **** herself to complete the motion, her muscle memory of many years suddenly useless, a risk even, in the cramped space of the car. She needed to think about every little move she made.

Biting her lip as she manoeuvred her other hand around her breast to grip the steering wheel in support, she unlatched the door with a click, struggling to swing it open without shifting her posture too much. Her hope proved to be for naught, as even this controlled movement dragged the globes of her breasts across the wheel in response, following the direction of her push. As she leaned back in an attempt to contain their momentum, her breasts followed suit with surprising vigour, dragging back over the plastic of the wheel and bouncing against her arm and each other before swinging forward again slightly.

Freezing in an attempt to ignore the tingles emanating from her front, Sophia waited with baited breath for them to come to rest. She had expected their excessive mass might counteract the effect of her new 'knockers', but if anything it seemed the opposite was true.

Having no hope of stepping out of her car normally, Sophia had to resort to swinging her legs out like a toddler, swivelling around on her butt. The degrading dance was accompanied by further jostling of her breasts, this time bouncing against the backrest of her seat. With no possible hope of seeing her feet over her obscene curves, she had to hope that she was stepping out onto even ground.

With her body orientated, Sophia planted her hands on the steering wheel and the back of her seat, preparing to haul herself upright. Doing so pushed her chest out, and this time Sophia was sure she heard the threads of her shirt creak under the strain. She had **** though. She had no hope of gaining enough leverage to heft her massive chest from her car with her legs alone.

Gathering all of her strength, Sophia heaved herself to her feet. She felt her shirt stretch taut across her bust and shoulders, but its buttons somehow managed to hold strong. Strangely however, her breasts offered less resistance than Sophia expected and she quickly found herself overextended, reeling as they began pulling her forward and over instead. With a cut off yelp she managed to catch and lean onto the door of the car, stifling a moan when her boobs squished against it like soft clay.

As she slowly steadied and set her feet back under herself, Sophia came to realise exactly how she'd made the error; her bust was nowhere near as heavy as she expected. She had feared that such huge masses would have her almost dragging them along the ground. They certainly were heavy enough that she couldn't hope to ignore them - they tugged weightily on her chest like they were constantly crying out to her for attention - but they were not nearly as back-breaking as Sophia knew breasts of this size should be.

Sophia supposed this was down to the ‘generosity’ of her ‘benefactors’. There was probably little ‘sexy’ to them about a woman struggling to bear her own weight. Still, she appreciated every little scrap they threw to her. What she appreciated much less was the other changes that had become much more evident now that she experimented with moving in place. Her breasts now clearly operated under their own laws of physics. They seemed to jiggle wildly with the slightest motion, amplify any momentum imparted on them and stifle any attempt from Sophia to hold them in place. No matter how they moved however, they always did so smoothly, almost rhythmically, putting on the best show they possibly could for pervs to leer and gawk at.

Sophia's nipples stiffened as a gentle breeze rolled across her wet shirt, reminding her that she was now out in the open. She couldn't afford to pay so much attention to her egotistical breasts. She leaned them back into the car to hide them away while she surveyed her surroundings. There were a few other cars parked around but no signs of life. Thanks to a bigger staff parking lot situated closer to the department buildings, this one did not see as much use, especially this early in the morning. Sophia dared to hope that she might make it to the administration building without being seen, but she had to quick.

Sophia pulled herself back and, while refusing to acknowledge the stains her overactive nipples had left against the side window, swung the door shut with her hip out of habit, setting her breasts off in an annoying and embarrassing swinging motion. Without giving them a chance to calm down, Sophia set off with a purposeful stride towards her destination, but the rebound of each long step transmitted up through her body to amplify the bouncing of her bosom in an increasingly violent manner. She made it only a couple of feet before her sight was blocked by a sudden wall of breasts and white fabric smacking her in the face with a ‘thwap!’.

Sophia stopped dead in her tracks, mortified at how her body was behaving. She looked around instinctually to confirm that no one had witnessed her shame, then readjusted the hem of her shirt where it had started riding up. It seemed haste was not an option for her. Even if she could live with the discomfort of her breasts bouncing free, she could never live with herself if anyone caught her in such a shamefully vulgar display. She would have to settle for a very modest jog to keep her body in check.

She descended the short bank the car park was set on hurried onto a path flanked by a brick wall and an old house that sat on university grounds. This side of the Uni was made up of a mishmash of old and grand Victorian-style buildings along with smaller contemporary builds. The main draws to come this way were the library and classrooms for art and social science. Other places of note were a huge presentation hall, several 'study houses' that could be booked out for a day, a café and a squash court, but none of those were likely to see much use so early in the day. One building that overshadowed the rest was under renovation to become the new biomed department and was currently deserted. Another rather snakelike building Sophia wasn't sure fit much purpose, other than to match the aesthetic of an old University, and so she didn't expect people to spot her from there either.

Aside from the admin building where her own workplace was located, that left several small gardens and private dwellings she had to be mindful of. Most students that came down this way would stick to the main pathway leading up to the library open twenty-four hours, and there was little other reason to be over here so early in the morning. Off that main road was a maze of smaller paths winding between the various buildings that Sophia now took advantage of. There were plenty of nooks, hedges and alcoves for her to remain hidden as she made her way along. Every time she thought she heard a voice, she would flatten herself into one of these, pressing her breasts into the wall to the point she could feel the brickwork squeezing against her nipples until she felt safe to move on.

The building Sophia worked in opened out onto the central walkway, but there were several lesser used entryways to get in around the back and side. One of those was definitely her safest bet if she was to get to her office undetected. It was still over half an hour before the first lectures started, so Sophia was unlikely to run into anyone as she went. Still, she couldn't suppress her fear that someone might find her at any moment. She looked around nervously to be sure no one was watching her, before stepping into a grassy alley between two buildings that would take her out by the maintenance doors of her workplace.

Eager now to get inside, Sophia began to pick up her pace again. The grass was wet with morning dew but not enough to risk slipping on. She was starting to get used to the way her boobs swung and bounced with every step, so she figured if she timed her gait correctly, she could surely move a little quicker without sending them careening out of control. Faster and faster she approached the end of the alleyway and Sophia thought she might finally be in the clear.

> Almost there, almost the- Ah!

In Sophia's growing confidence, she had thrown caution to the wind. Unfortunately, as much as her bout of physical activity had made most of the effects of her 'Knockers' alteration very clear to her, there was one particular effect it had that had completely slipped her mind. As she rushed towards the end of the alley, a sudden shift in the weight of her breasts caused them to lurch forward, throwing her off balance. Sophia was completely unprepared for the sudden shift in momentum and moving too quickly to react to it in time. She reflectively brought her hands up to protect her face as she fell forward.

“Eeek!”

Her chest was first to strike the ground with a heavy thud Sophia felt more than heard as pain erupted across her breasts, followed by the rest of her weight collapsing on top of them as the fall knocked the wind from her lungs. Her head was whipped forwards, throwing her into a daze as it smashed into the battered fleshy cushions below her.

A fraction of a second later it was over as the ground brought an end to her momentum, yet Sophia laid still for a few moments longer, gathering the scattered pieces of her consciousness. Her entire body ached, but most of all her head and chest. She slowly dragged her face from her cleavage and lifted a hand to massage her neck. Her vision was swirling and blurry with tears. She needed a moment to recover, but she couldn't just stay laying face down in the dirt.

She rolled herself over and heaved herself up into a seated position, nestling her breasts in her lap. Her limbs were a bit shaky under the exertion, but Sophia was relieved to find that they all moved just fine. Her breasts stung most of all, having taken most of the fall for her. Sophia cuddled them in her arms to soothe them, ignoring how completely soaked her front now was. Even in the embarrassing state they were, they didn't deserve to take such punishment.

With a somewhat tense breath, Sophia eventually took stock of the world around her. She looked towards her destination at the end of the passageway, her brow rising in surprise. The admin building was so much closer than she recalled it being. With an embarrassing hunch, she twisted to her other side, and sure enough there lay a trail of flattened grass behind her. As she slowly pushed herself up onto shaky legs, she got a better look and saw the trail ran back over a dozen feet.

> My... breasts withstood all that?

Sophia felt heat rising in her cheeks as she pictured how that must have looked, sliding along the ground like a character from an old cartoon. Her embarrassment soon shifted to concern though, over the grazes and burns she must have received. Her curves made too much of a blind spot to examine herself over with her eyes though, and so she cautiously raised her hands to probe them, bracing for further throbs of pain as she made contact. She instead yelped with surprise to feel her breasts overstimulated at her touch, humming with tingles of pleasure as though oblivious to the suffering they'd just been through.

Sophia ploughed through the unwelcome sensation to continue her check-up. She couldn't rummage under her clothes out here in the open, but it was prudent to check herself over for bleeding before she moved on. She carefully slid her hands over the expanse of her breasts, trying not to stimulate them, any further than need be. Her shirt was wet all the way through now, but fortunately she couldn't feel any signs of blood seeping through. Sophia dared to count her blessings for how lucky she had been when her hands stopped dead. She had been checking to find blood as she trailed her hands towards the middle of her chest, but what she found was bare skin.

Shakily she traced her fingers across her chest until she knew what had happened. The fall had seemingly left Sophia unscathed, but not without its casualties. Three of her buttons had torn clean off, leaving an embarrassing hole that completely exposed her front. As she craned her head to try and see, she also found out that the grass had stained her front green, no doubt creating an even starker contrast that would draw all eyes where Sophia did not want them to go. To top off her humiliation, she quickly realised that the rest of her buttons were on the brink of failing too, under the added strain they had to endure of her bosom trying hard to escape its confines. Sophia had **** but to squeeze her breasts in tightly together with her hands to relieve some of the pressure her shirt was under, or risk the garment bursting apart entirely.

> This is bad. My top is ruined. What am I going to do? I can't go into work like this.

Sophia felt herself starting to panic. No matter how she tried, she couldn't fix the hole in the front of her shirt. It felt incredibly exposing, especially with the shameful way she had to squeeze her breasts together. She caught a glimpse at her reflection in a window and her breath caught at how suggestive the image looked. She had no doubt that anyone who caught sight of it would be having dirty thoughts about her.

> I can't do this. I have to go back.

Sophia's resolve had wavered. It was clear her shirt was not going to last through the day, especially after another accident like that. The thought of being left completely exposed at work was too much for her to handle. It was a difficult decision to make, but she would just have to abandon the challenge and accept her punishment. Right now she needed to get herself home, give herself space to calm down and then she could somehow find a way to squeeze herself back into an even tighter top and start it all over again.

Just as she'd made her decision however, Sophia heard a series of voices in the distance approaching her from behind. She realised the sound of her fall must have drawn some attention. With the route she'd come down cut off, Sophia began to panic and instinctively began to move forward. She made straight for the maintenance doors, bounding the last hundred metres with her breasts clutched as tightly in her arms as she could, and almost leapt down the stairs leading into it. Once she slammed the door shut behind her, Sophia sighed a breath of relief at being back in an enclosed space.

> I guess the choice has been made for me then.

== Author's Notes ==

Thanks for your patience everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. December was a very busy month for me but I finally have time to get back into writing again. This intermission chapter turned out to be a long one, so I've decided to split it into two. The other part of it is about 70% done so it should be out shortly. You can expect to see the first Skill Tree changes coming up there and I'll explain exactly how it works in the footnotes of that chapter.

I also made some updates to the attributes of the Skill Tree system, so check that out at the link below. Unfortunately I had to create a new survey to include the new changes so I would greatly appreciate anyone taking the time to fill it in again who did so before. The new survey does not require a google login however so feel free to fill it in if you don't have one.

https://chyoa.com/chapter/Attribute-Survey.1453019

Finally, I'd like to give a big shout-out to xyz-xyz-xyz, who has been an immense help giving suggestions, proofreading and even cowriting parts of this and upcoming chapters. His assistance has greatly improved the quality of these chapters.