Intermission: Fun at the Fair, Part II

The sisters wandered for a while through the quiet area of the park, the warm sunlight, cool breeze and sounds of nature calming their minds after the embarrassing ordeal that was their photoshoot. Eventually the two started talking again, making pleasant conversation about their recent lives. It was as they were looping back towards civilization that they passed a bench and Amy asked if they would like to sit down; they were still a bit early to be meeting up with the others. As the girls settled in Amy pointed over in a direction by some trees.

“Hey, look sis. There’s some guys there.”

Sophia looked over to see two guys she hadn’t noticed before, sitting with their tops off on the grass as they soaked in the sun. The pair waved as they saw the girls looking. Amy waved back politely before they rose to their feet to head over. Sophia’s eyes inadvertently dropped to their chiselled abs before she dragged them back up to their faces.

“I take it you two must be sisters?” the brown-haired one said, his voice carrying the faintest hint of a German accent.

“That’s right,” Amy responded.

“I could tell by the beauty you both share.”

“Aw, thank you.”

Amy responded well to the boy’s compliment. Sophia, on the other hand, was a little more wary. Strange men coming to talk to her almost never ended well, and the fact she was a busty woman going around in just her bra was going to draw in the worst of them.

“Would you ladies like some company for a little while?”

“Um, my sister has a fiance.”

“And you?”

“...I’m single.”

“That’s okay. We’re just here to make friends. It’s not so easy meeting people our own age around here. Everything is catered to University students. My name is Adrian and this is my friend Jakob.”

“Nice to meet you ladies,” the blonde one piped up with a similar accent to the others. It seemed he was happy to let his friend break the ice.

“I’m Amy, and this is my sister, Sophia.”

“Hi.”

The moment Sophia greeted them she was struck by the urge to rise to her feet. She planted her hand on the first man’s trunk, the one called Adrian, and stepped in to plant her lips on his. The kiss was practically muscle memory at this point, Sophia’s tongue diving in to brush up against the boy’s as she blushed furiously at having to do this to a stranger. His muscles were hard, even firmer than Alan’s, as she delicately traced their contours with her fingertips. Thirty seconds later she pulled away and repeated the process with the other man.

“Your sister is very friendly.”

“Yes, she… likes kissing.”

Sophia’s greeting appeared completely natural to everyone else, sparing her the humiliation of having to explain it. It was no less embarrassing though, being known as the girl who shoved her tongue down the throat of everyone she met. Her cheeks burned as she finally pulled herself away to sit back down.

“So, may we join you?”

“What do you think, Sophia?”

“Um…”

Sophia wasn’t too sure. Her instinct was to say no but these men did seem a lot friendlier and cleaner than a lot of the men who harassed her. Maybe they weren’t so bad. Amy as well seemed quite enchanted by the chance to meet someone new. With the loneliness her sister felt she must have resonated with what Adrian said about the difficulties of meeting new people. After what Sophia had put Amy through earlier, could she really deny her this?

“Sure.”

“Great! We’ll just go and bring our stuff over. We’ll be back in a second.”

The boys left to grab their bags and shirts from the shade of the trees. It was only as they were out of the girls’ earshot that Jakob turned to his friend.

“Hey, Adrian.”

“What is it?”

“That Sophia girl has some pretty amazing tits, don’t you think?”

“She has a boyfriend, Jakob.”

“I know, but… I can’t stop thinking about them. It’s like there’s something in my head urging me to make her let me touch them.”

“Well, good luck with that.”

“No, see, this weird idea came to me when I thought about it and I think it might work. You like that Amy girl, don’t you? I think there might be a way for us to both have a bit of fun with them.”

“And how do you propose to manage that?”

“You’ll laugh if I told you. I just need you to find some way to pull Amy aside for a bit and I’ll handle Sophia.”

“Alright, we’ll give it a try. Just don’t run to me if you come away with a big slap.”

Sophia watched as the boys returned with their stuff, dumping it down on the space beside the bench.

“So what brings you two ladies out here today?”

“We’re here with our brother and his friend celebrating him getting through his exams for this term.”

“Oh, that is a good thing to celebrate. And where are they now?”

“They ran off on their own earlier on. We’re going to go meet them for lunch in half an hour.”

“Ah, well I hope we keep you good company until then. Have you tried any of the rollercoasters here?”

“We tried the big one by the entrance when we first got here. There wasn’t too big a queue for it back then but…”

The four of them settled into conversation, Amy and Adrian doing much of the talking. Jakob seemed a lot more shy than his friend but still contributed to the conversation some. Both of the men seemed friendly enough, and as time went on Sophia found herself starting to relax and join in more herself. She learned the men were freelance software engineers and had even done work for the student services Sophia worked at. The conversation went through a bunch of different topics until it got to a show the sisters had been watching recently.

“Oh, we shouldn’t talk about that. Sophia hasn’t caught up on the latest episodes yet.”

“Ah, but I was so excited for the chance to discuss with someone. I have so many theories on why it's all happening and who the killer is. Hm. Perhaps we could step away to talk about it for a few minutes?”

“Um…”

Amy looked to her sister for her say, not wanting to leave Sophia alone with a man if she wasn’t comfortable. Sophia could see she wanted to say yes. It was clear from the way she’d been listening so intently to Adrian that she was interested in the man, if not as a suitor than at least as a friend. She didn’t want to get in the way of her sister forming a genuine connection. She nodded her head.

“Okay. Just for a few minutes.”

“Absolutely. Come, come.”

Adrian held out an arm to help Amy to her feet and walked her away hand-in-hand as he excitedly began discussing his theories. That left Sophia only with Jakob. It made her a little tense. She didn’t think him a bad guy but he spoke up so much less than his friend had that she didn’t really have a handle on what to talk about with him.

“Do you mind if I sit down?”

“Oh, yes. Go ahead.”

Jakob took Amy’s vacated spot beside Sophia. Her eyes once again wandered over his body as he did. He was wearing nothing but shorts and leather shoes. His trunk glistened as sweat drops rolled down the lean cut of his muscular front. It made Sophia think of Alan and how safe, and in turn aroused, his firm body had made her feel.

“You have a thing for abs?”

Sophia blushed and averted her gaze as she realised she’d been caught looking.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I know you have a boyfriend. I don’t think it's a crime to admire something you like the look of. I won’t think anything of you for looking.”

“Y-Yeah, thanks.”

Sophia didn’t take him up on his offer, staring off into space instead to soothe her pride, leaving Jakob fumbling to try and recover the conversation.

“So I didn’t want to ask before but my curiosity has got the best of me. That is a peculiar outfit you are wearing today?”

“I, uh… I had a wardrobe malfunction earlier. I lost my top.”

Sophia appreciated that the boys had been polite enough to bring up her state of undress before but now they were deep into a conversation she did feel it appropriate to explain the state she was in.

“I see. And you decided to go on like that? That takes a lot of confidence in yourself. I like it. I bet that drew a lot of attention.”

“A lot of people were staring at my tits, especially when I forgot I left an ice cream cone between my big, heavy hooters.”

> Wha- Why did I say that?!

The words had slipped out of her. It just felt so natural in the moment to talk about her fat knockers with a guy.

“Wow. That’s quite the adventure… Listen, Sophia. I was thinking we could take some photographs to mark our new friendships. Did you know there was a new trend around social meetings for young men and women becoming friends for the first time? It’s supposed to break down the barrier between sexes and foster really strong bonds. The boys and girls would both go topless and then they would take photos with the boys playing with the girls’ tits. It cultivates a really strong sense of closeness right from the start.”

“Trend?…”

The word caused Sophia to tense up a moment after how she’d used it against her sister. Then something clicked inside her head and she realised it was fine, because this was a real trend. It was fine for these two boys to play with her tits in some photos. She didn’t want to damage their new friendships after Amy had hit it off so well with Adrian.

“Do you want to do that now?”

Jakob’s face lit up in delight as his eyes fell to the inviting valley Sophia had shaded in earlier that day.

“Yes! Let’s take a couple now then we can invite the others back for some group photos.”

“Okay.”

Sophia blushed as she realised that meant taking off her bra again, the only thing now covering up her greatest shame. It was one thing being **** to go around in her underwear. Like Terry had said, she could always tell herself it was a bikini. She’d seen plenty of other women going around the fair that day in just as skimpy a ‘top’. It was another thing altogether to take off everything above the waist. It was completely indecent, obscenely lewd to be going around with her greatest shame exposed to the world where anyone could see her.

She just had to suck it up though. It was part of the modern ritual to make new friends. All the other girls were surely doing it and she wasn’t going to ruin her sister’s chances with this guy. After making the girl **** herself taking those pictures before, she owed Amy at least this much to do the same.

Alert to the slightest hint of anyone’s approach, Sophia brought her hands up to undo the clasp of her bra, acutely aware that she was stripping herself not just for this boy but the entire world at large. Her heart was racing, an anxious fear almost indistinguishable from excitement. If she didn’t know herself any better she might have mistaken it for a smutty thrill. She couldn’t quell it.

The clasp came undone. One arm came up in front to slowly lower the cups from her scandalous jugs. The boy's eyes were glued to her as he watched her undress with a grin. The feeling of his gaze on her tits was amplified a hundredfold. Sophia felt so naughty. Every inch that came down was another inch of her shameful melons she was exposing to the entire world.

And then it was done. Her arm fell away leaving nothing at all to cover her chest. She was out in the wild with the most intimate part of her body exposed. She felt the warmth of the sun on her tits. She felt a cool breeze blow across her nipples, forcing them to stiffen. She felt it all so much more vividly on her extra sensitive knockers than she did on any other part of her body. It was like by exposing herself she had become one with nature, but it also made her exposure impossible to ignore.

“Wow, just incredible. Just hold right there. I’ve got a camera and tripod in my bag. Pictures like these should be taken with the best possible equipment.”

Jakob rushed off to start rummaging through his bag, leaving Sophia exposed and out in the open, glancing timidly about to make sure nobody else could see her. She swore she could feel dozens of pairs of eyes on her from every direction but everywhere she looked there were only trees and empty space. Eventually she stopped looking, simply standing there like a docile maid while the boy prepared his camera. If there was anyone spying on her she didn’t want to know.

“There, all set up. That should make for some excellent pictures to mark our new friendship. Come! You can sit on my lap while I play with your boobs. I think that would make for a very nice composition. Don’t you?”

“Y-Yes. That sounds nice.”

It sounded embarrassing to be said out loud, but Jakob had every right to grope her big tits for the sake of some friendly photos. He was the one in the know about this trend so it was best for Sophia just to follow his lead. As she went to settle into place on the boy's lap in front of the camera’s eye two compulsions simultaneously took effect.

“Would you like me to warm your lap?”

“I would like that very much.”

Her destination was the same either way but her mind warped all the same. The moment the boy agreed it felt like the whole world was closing in around Sophia and Jakob's lap was the only place in the world that was safe. She quickly hurried over and planted herself down on his legs so that the oppressive aura couldn’t get her.

Immediately obvious as Sophia sat down was the bulge in Jakob’s shorts. Part of her recoiled in disgust to feel it poke against her backside but she didn’t show it outwardly. No, that would be rude when his lap was the one providing her sanctuary from the cruel world. She needed to overcome that instinct and thank him properly. There was no sense in fighting it. It would look good for the camera too!

Supporting her own weight with her arms by her side, Sophia began rolling her hips to grind her bum into the short’s fabric. The bulge immediately responded to the intimate contact. Sophia could feel the erection stirring within.

“Ooh. I don’t know where this is coming from but I like it.”

Sophia’s face was heating up. What would she look like to anyone passing by, topless and grinding into a boy’s lap. This was stripper behaviour. As justified as it was to her, she was acting like a stripper! No, even worse, because strippers didn’t do this outside for the whole world to see.

It was okay though, because she was making sexy photos for the camera, just as she was meant to, and she was helping to make friends for her sister, just as she should have.

“So I was taught never to lay my hands on a lady unless they asked me to. I would hate to offend my new friend, doing something she didn’t ask of me.”

> He… He wants me to say it…

As justified as Jakob was in groping her boobs, it still felt weird to ask him directly, almost slutty. He’d been so polite in asking though. He seemed like a really nice guy. These boys were exactly the sort of people her sister should be making friends with, so it was only natural Sophia play her part in the bond-building routine.

“Sure Jakob. Please play with my huge knockers as much as you want.”

The boy wasted no time in reaching under her arms and taking greedy handfuls of Sophia’s tits. Their sensitivity sent a jolt down her spine, arching her back to push them out even further.

“Smile for the camera!”

Sophia tried her best. As embarrassed as she was posing so provocatively outside, she genuinely wanted to make a good impression with these boys. She thought about her sister looking so happy to make new friends and that was enough to make her lips curl into a proper smile.

Jakob continued laying into her tits, digging his fingertips into every inch of their surface. Sophia was fine with that, of course - he had every right to do so - but she thought the idea was to be taking photos.

“It is taking pictures, don’t worry. I have a foot pedal there, see? You just focus on looking pretty and I will draw some sexy faces out of you.”

> Sexy… Yes… For the camera…

Sophia relaxed with the boy’s reassurance. They were going to take some sexy photos. All she had to do was follow Jakob’s directions. Look pretty, let him draw out some sexy faces from her, and grind against his crotch to thank him for providing a safe place to sit.

Sophia focused on that last effort now, rubbing her bum firmly against the tent in Jakob’s shorts, feeling his stiffening erection poke back into her cheeks. It was so disgusting and wrong, but at the same time it felt so right to do. How could that be? Was something messing with her-

Her concern was cut short as Jakob squeezed her tits, sending sharp spikes of pain and pleasure coursing through her body and sending her head rolling as her mind went blank. Jakob had hit the boob-squeeze brain reset and any worries that she had were flushed straight out of her head.

“You like that, do you?”

“Yes! Yes!”

It was exactly how she liked it. Sophia had already admitted that to herself; there was no taking it back. She could feel Jakob’s delight from behind her. He dug his fingers in again even harder to garner a stronger response. Yes, that was what her body craved! Someone to handle her fat tits as roughly as they wanted without a care for how she felt about it. That was what made her feel oh so good!

> Wh-Why am I thinking like this?

The whole thing was feeling weirdly sexual to Sophia, the way Jakob was trying to make her moan. It couldn't be though. This was just the way for young people to make friends these days. It was a friendly, completely non-sexual interaction between two budding friends. That was why it was okay to enjoy these sensations without any guilt.

“You're making some great faces, Sophia. These pictures are superb!”

With every rough knead and grope of her heavy bosom the pleasure continues to grow. It felt so much better than Sophia's earlier self-pleasure, so much less predictable. She couldn't help but audibly squirm under the ministrations of his powerful hands.

“Don't let yourself cum, Sophia. Show the camera your struggle to hold it back.”

Sophia had been in front of the camera long enough for the request to barely trigger any pushback. Asking her not to cum was so much more reasonable than the reverse. Yes, it proved what they were doing wasn't sexual! If she didn't let herself cum there was nothing weird about what they were doing at all. It all made sense! She would obey Jakob's request. She wouldn't let herself cum no matter what, and she wouldn't hold back in showing the camera the faces she made as that became harder and harder to do.

Jakob immediately got to work posing her that challenge, abusing her soft melons like a hyperactive child with a stress ball, forcing her to pant like a dog in heat at the overstimulation. His attention quickly turned to the nipples, her greatest weak spot. Taking a hold of each, he began to tweak and pinch them between his fingers indiscriminately. Then without warning he twisted and tugged on each side in opposite directions, overloading Sophia’s brain with intense sensations. It took everything she had not to cum on the spot. Her teeth clenched and her eyes rolled up into her head under the strain of it.

“That’s it, Sophia. You’re doing so well holding it back. Show the camera how **** you are to cum from my hands on your tits.”

She couldn’t cum, no matter how much Jakob tortured her nipples. That would make her a pervert, turning this friendly meet-up into something weird and sexual. No matter how much her body begged for her to let go and let the pleasure crash through her, she needed to hold it all back. All that she let show on her face, alternating between gritting her teeth and panting as her tongue hung from her mouth, rolling her eyes back and crossing them over as they went completely unfocused. What vocals she could get out were a string of babbling moans, no longer caring if anyone could hear her. She must have looked like such a slut, but that was exactly what was needed to take nice-looking photos to commemorate their new friendship.

Then all of a sudden it stopped. Jakob let go of her tits, leaving her nipples ringing and Sophia almost begging for him to start up again.

“I think it’s time we got Adrian and Amy involved. Sophia, do you think you can convince your sister to join in on this trend?”

“Yes, of course!”

Sophia didn’t just think she could convince her sister, she knew she could use her mod to do so if needed. It made Sophia feel guilty to consider doing that to Amy again, but this time it really was for the girl’s own good. It was so important that Amy gave the right first impression to their new potential friends, and that meant letting the boys have a go at groping her tits.

“You stay here, okay? I’ll go call back the others.”

“Okay.”

Jakob jogged off towards the trees where the others had disappeared to, leaving Sophia for a moment to try and suppress her body’s aching desire to cum. It was in standing there and feeling the compulsion lift that Sophia noticed her brain had been under the fog of Picture Perfect once again, but even with it gone her head still felt so scrambled. How had it affected her? It was hard to tell just from looking back. Sure it was a bit slutty to let someone grope her tits but Jakob had every right to do that. Was it the orgasm she held back? Had she foiled the compulsion’s attempt to make her look like a perv on camera, the ****, horny faces she’d pulled for the camera proof that she managed to hold? She’d actually managed to resist just this once and not make herself look like a slut? She felt so proud of herself.

She didn’t need to wait long for the others to return. Jakob led the pack with the pair walking side by side behind. They raised their brow in surprise in unison on seeing Sophia standing there.

“You really did it, Jakob?”

Adrian’s voice was drowned out as Amy came rushing forward to meet her sister.

“What’s going on, Sophia? Why are you…”

Sophia looked between her and Jakob who returned a shallow nod. He was counting on her to convince her sister.

“We’re going to take some photos with the boys, sis.”

“Photos?”

Sophia nodded. That word was the key to making her mod work and talk Amy round to the risqué ritual.

“It’s a trend for young people like us to make friends. We need to strip off our tops and let the boys play with our tits for some photos.”

“Trend…”

Amy faltered for a moment, clearly unsure what to say. Behind her Adrian also furrowed his brow in befuddlement. Had he not heard of the trend either? It didn’t matter. Jakob would tell him. She just needed to focus on Amy.

“...Sis, I don’t think we should-”

Sophia stepped up in front of Amy to cut her off, lowering her voice so the boys wouldn’t hear her. She didn’t want to embarrass her sister after all.

“You like Adrian, right? You want to be friends with him? You need to make a good impression if you want him to stay in contact after today.”

“B-But this isn’t-”

“Don’t you trust me, sis? You know me. Would I have my big hooters out in public if this wasn’t the right thing to do? Would I let these boys put their hands all over my huge melons if this wasn’t how we’re supposed to make friends?”

“N-No… You would never… I do trust you, sis.”

“Then will you join me?”

“I… Y-Yes, Sophia, I’ll join you.”

For the second time that day Amy began pulling down the front of her dress, much more tentatively than she had the first time around. In her sister’s face Sophia saw the exact same range of emotions she had experienced slowly exposing herself to the world. The entire time the sisters kept their eyes locked on each other for reassurance.

“I know it’s embarrassing, sis. I’m right here in the same boat. We’ll get through this together.”

Amy’s dress finally made it down over her curves, her bosom jiggling under the exertion. Sophia placed a hand on her shoulder and gently turned them both to face the boys.

“Wow, talk about a view. Do you want the first shot with the sisters, Adrian? I already had a few with Sophia before I came and got you.”

“Geez. I don't know how you did it, Jakob, but if the girls are up for it I would be a fool to turn it down. What do you want me to do?”

“Go sit down in the middle of the bench there. Amy and Sophia can join you on either side and you can get a big handful of their boobs for the photo.”

“Sounds good to me. Are you okay with that, Amy?”

“U-Um, I guess… if Sophia says it’s fine.”

“It’s okay, Amy, I promise. We’re all going to be such good friends after this.”

Sophia was nervous with anticipation as she moved into position. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all a bit embarrassing but her goal was so close at hand. Adrian was going to lay a hand on Amy’s milkers and cement an excellent start to the pair’s budding friendship. She sat down beside the boy and leaned in for a friendly picture of the three of them. Adrian looked between the girls with a big smile on his face, delighted to have a beautiful buxom lady beneath each arm.

“Don’t be shy, Adrian. Have a squeeze. The girls won’t bite. Ladies, smile for me. Show me some peace signs. That would make a beautiful photo!”

It felt natural for Sophia to do as her photographer asked, holding up two outstretched fingers to pose for the picture. She flinched as Adrian’s arm wrapped around her back and took a confident hold of her boob but she tried her best not to let it disturb her smile.

“There’s one! Just hold on there, I’ll take a few more as well.”

Sophia had found herself blushing but she kept herself frozen in place like her photographer asked. Her mind was half split over the feeling of Adrian’s hand stroking and kneading the side of her boob.

“So how are you girls finding this?” he asked.

“U-Um, we’re enjoying it,” Sophia spoke up on behalf of her sister. “I think this will make for a strong start to our friendship.”

“Haha, you could definitely say that. I didn’t realise the women around these parts are so friendly. I may have to settle down here permanently when I look for a wife.”

The last statement made Sophia’s face go warm as she thought of Alan. She wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was like Adrian said, she was just being friendly.

Though come to think of it… she could stand to be friendlier. That would certainly make for nicer pictures. With that in mind she shuffled in closer to the boy, allowing her soft, warm bosom to snuggle in against Adrian’s muscular chest. Though she would never have eyes for other men, Sophia had to admit that he looked good without his top on. Perhaps Amy would appreciate that in a man, if their friendship ended up blooming into something more.

“Okay, Adrian. Are you ready to swap?”

“Of course, Jakob. I wouldn’t want to hoard the ladies after you took all the time to set this up.”

Sophia was disturbed from her comfortable place by Adrian's side as he stirred to rise to his feet. For a second she and Amy straightened up as the boys switched places, before Sophia snuggled back down closely into Jakob's side. Having been at it before already, the boy was not shy at all to reach around and take a hold of the sister's boobs, comparing their weight as he juggled them in the palms of his hands before giving them a squeeze each.

“Wow. You sisters really do have such incredible boobs. I cannot get enough of them.”

“U-Um… Th-Thank you.”

Amy looked uneasily across to Sophia with discomfort written all over her face. Though she'd been convinced to take part in the process, it was clear she did not like being involved in something so intimately charged with her sister. She must have been so confused with everything that had happened between them that day, just going along with whatever Sophia told her. She didn't understand that all of this was all for her sake. There was one point of contention Sophia did agree on though. The boys had every right to play with their boobs for the photos, but that didn't mean he could make crude, unwelcome comments about their bodies. She would have admonished Jakob for his pervy remark if there was not something far more pertinent she needed to say.

“Thank you for squeezing my big tits, Jakob.”

Sophia didn't think this counted as conversation, but with their goal to make friends she didn't want to risk appearing rude. It felt just as embarrassing as ever to say. Sophia almost wished she'd been given a Justified trap with that mod rather than Normality, then she wouldn't have to be aware of how embarrassing it was.

Picture Perfect advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

[Mannequin] - Picture Perfect will also affect one bridesmaid who is in the shot with Sophia

[Social Media Slut] - The drunker Sophia gets, the more inclined she feels to post risqué photos online - [BLOOM]

[Influencer] - Instead of blocking and reporting, Sophia starts liking, reposting and replying to explicit and naughty comments on her social media posts without realising.

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Ooh. Another level at such a perfect time. God, my other half is so oblivious, it’s so good! That’s it, Sophia, let these boys play with our tits right here in the open. Nothing wrong with that at all. It’s just being friendly!... Dumb slut. I’ll have us begging the boys to spit roast us in the name of ‘friendliness’ by the time the show is through.

That mod really was so perfect though. And the best part is, Sophia has no memory of picking it. She was in such a deep, suggestible trance, so openly willing to obey the tiny voice in her head telling her to pick the sluttiest option, and then the oblivious doctor told her to forget everything that happened. Mmm, God, that’s so hot. I hope we gain more levels in the future in a trance. Perhaps I could even manipulate her memories to make her think she eagerly took whatever filthy option I made her choose. That would be so good!

Anyway, I better focus on what I’ve got right now. These are such nice options to choose from. The third one sounds like so much fun. It would leave my other half so confused why the responses to my social media just keeps getting pervier and pervier despite her trying harder and harder to block them all, only to look back and see every comment I’d ever highlighted were the thirsty ones begging to see more.

But I think that one’s just beat by option two. How humiliating would it be to wake up after a night out with the girls, turning on my phone to see I’d posted pictures of my pussy with a selfie of myself sucking the cock of the cute guy I met last night while blackout drunk. I could never recover from that. All those cherished times drinking with my friends turned into another source of mortification. It’s almost too tempting to pass up…

…And yet Amy is right there. How could I say no to one more chance to further embarrass my dear sister? All my closest friends will get the chance to look like sluts alongside me, just like that lovely dream I had a hand in influencing last night. I hope you liked that family photo from earlier, sis. The ones we take from now on won’t be anywhere so innocent.

Option 1 selected.

Picture Perfect will also affect one bridesmaid who is in the shot with Sophia

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

[Mannequin] - While she is posing, it is considered acceptable to touch any part of Sophia's body to adjust her

[Influencer] - Sophia's social media will spread a positive influence, causing those who see it to become more charitable and kind to those less fortunate - REROLL 3

[Porn Star] - Sophia's nipples will always be hard and visible through clothes while having her picture taken

Inversion failed - triggering Sophia personality

Ngh, the inversion always makes it feel like my head's been through a mixer. My memories of it are always so murky… All I remember is choosing the option to drag my friends into the compulsion… Why does my inverted self have to be so horrible?

My options this time are… No. No, that's so cruel! You're giving me the option of making the world a better place in exchange for bigger punishment?! They want me to feel guilty for choosing the other options…

Which one is worse out of the other two? It has to be the first one, right? Letting anyone who takes a picture of me put their hands all over my body. Perverts would absolutely take advantage of that. I wouldn't be able to do anything to stop them.

…So then it's option three? Every photo I'm in you'll see my nipples poking through my top… hard and visible in every picture… my selfies, my work photos, my-... my wedding photos! They'll always be right there plain as day for everyone to see. M-My nipples… I'll always feel them hard and poking through… and every time will be a guilty reminder that my pictures could have been spreading charity instead…

A-Am I really doing it? I have no idea what will happen if I choose option two, but… these options are so horrible anyway. I don't know how bad level three mods are, but I have three chances to roll something better than this. And at least my heart will feel lighter with the positive change that I make…

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Option 2 selected.

Sophia's social media will spread a positive influence, causing those who see it to become more charitable and kind to those less fortunate

REROLL trap triggered - Generating new selection with criteria ‘Picture Perfect level 3’

[Porn Star] - Sophia feels an urge to be recorded during sexual activities and feels it is natural to be degraded during such recordings - [BLOOM] [JUSTIFIED]

[Social Media Slut] - Sophia has an adult content page with content and engagement quotas she feels responsible to fulfil

[Mannequin] - Sophia poses in selfies with any sex toy that is readily available.

No! Nononononono! What is this?! I take it back. I don’t want this! Give me nipples poking through my top, please! Please, Jack! If you’re listening, I’ll do anything! Just take me back to the previous selec- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Nono, plea- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Agh, okay, okay! Just please stop the pain!

Wh-What have I done? These are all so horrible. They all make me look like- No, they all turn me into a slut. A ‘proud’ slut that wants everyone else to know it. No matter what I choose, I’m ruined.

The first one makes me want to be filmed during sex. Th-Thats… If there was a video of me last night with Alan I would just die of shame. And that’s not all. It makes it feel right for me to be degraded as well! All those videos I watched yesterday. Those disgusting videos of women being mistreated. It’ll make me want that for myself. I-I can’t. That’s just too horrible.

The second one makes me… m-makes me produce adult content. A-And share it online. I… People are going to see my tits. I’m going to show people my tits! That’s… I can’t.

And the third one makes me pose with a dildo in every selfie. Forget about my nipples poking through. This is so much worse! I’ll always have one on me in my handbag. There will be no escaping it. I can’t!

B-But I have to. I have to choose one or it’s going to keep shocking me. I have to choose to inflict one of these horrible punishments on myself, and it’s all my fault! I chose to do this to myself and now I have to live with the horrible consequences. I-I can’t, but I have to choose.

I-I… I choose… I choose the second one. It forces me to objectify myself, but at least I will still have control. I get to choose what content I produce. It won’t take control of my body or mess with my feelings. And I won’t need to see who is looking at it. It won’t even be people I know. Wh-Who cares if people I don’t know see my f-fat, juicy knockers. It’s fine… I said it’s fine!…

Option 2 selected.

Sophia has an adult content page with content and engagement quotas she feels responsible to fulfil

There was a change in the air as Sophia came out of her Skill Tree suspension. Her body was trembling after the huge mistake she had just made, but she wasn't the only one feeling tense. On Jakob's other side Amy also shuddered. She stared over at her sister in a mix of pleading and accusation, as though she was somehow aware her sister was the source of the urges she now felt inside her. That couldn't be true though. Amy had no idea of her position on the show.

“Amy? Sophia? Is everything alright?”

Jakob seemed to notice the change in the girls, looking between them with furrowed brows.

“I-It’s nothing.”

Amy shook the weirdness off and turned back to snuggle into Jakob’s side. Sophia followed her lead a moment later, nuzzling her cheek against the boy’s collarbone. No matter how she tried though, she couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Having just gained a level in it she knew her Picture Perfect compulsion was responsible but holding onto that thought was like grasping wet soap. Amy was similarly fidgety, though without the benefit of knowing where the uneasiness was coming from. Sophia knew what was going through her sister’s head. The embarrassment of putting herself in such a lewd, exposing position, but the conflicting feeling of believing she needed to look sexier for the camera… needing to look sexier for the camera… she needed to look sexier for the camera…

Amy shifted her weight, pushing her hip out to the side as she leaned in even closer to Jakob. With a shaky hand she began pulling her dress up her legs and past her thighs, further and further and further to expose much of her bum and give the camera the faintest peek of her underwear beneath.

> Yes. Good idea, sis.

Watching Amy expose more of herself for the photo suddenly made Sophia feel lacking in her own efforts. She needed to work with her sister to make the picture as sexy as could be. Mirroring the girl’s actions, she pushed her rear out to the side and pulled up her skirt to unveil her plain white knickers underneath, leaning in to press her soft bosom to Jakob’s firm abdomen. It wasn’t enough. Each girl’s actions spurred the other to make the scene even more intimate. They leaned in even closer, planting lips on either side of Jakob’s cheeks in unison. Friendly kisses to cement an even closer start to their new relationship. His hands rested on the smalls of their back, teasingly close to the naked flesh of their rears, but knowing not to go there. The boy had every right to play with their tits for the photo but that didn’t extend to their other intimate areas.

Each girl had a hand stroking Jakob’s thighs. A sudden movement from below pulled both of their gazes down to a large twitching bulge in Jakob’s shorts. Sophia’s gut response was repulsion, and she would have pulled back in disgust if that wouldn’t have ruined the pictures…

> The pictures…

Perhaps if she just reached out and stroked it a little… through the shorts so it wasn’t so sexual… that would be the final ingredient needed to make these shots absolutely perfect…

Her hand trailed along the man’s thigh, her fingertips tracing the shape of Jakob’s quadriceps further and further until they reached his-

> W-Wait! I-If I touch his penis I won’t be able to stop! What am I doing?! O-Oh God, this is Picture Perfect messing with my head! How did I forget?!

Just a moment ago she’d been telling herself not to fall for the compulsion, only to nearly let it manipulate her into something completely disgusting. Sophia drew her hand back quickly to resume stroking Jakob’s thigh, an act much more appropriate for the pictures they were taking.

Amy, however, didn’t know to fight the subversive urges the way her sister did. Her hand never stopped crawling along the boy’s leg until her fingers were wrapped fully around the bulge, gently and tentatively stroking with her fingertips. A horrifying chill ran down Sophia’s neck. This was all her fault. It was some awful, twisted version of herself that had inflicted her sister with this disgusting punishment. Sophia looked up to find Amy staring at her, face flush with shame. Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. She closed her eyes tight and, **** to turn her attention to anything else, put all of her effort into planting kisses on Jakob’s face while the camera no doubt captured permanent records of the sisters’ shame.

> O-Oh!

Suddenly Sophia felt a sharp pain in her tits like someone was yanking her nipples. For a moment she thought Jakob had gone well out of line but his hands were still resting on each girl’s back.

> H-Heather?!

It had to be the Boob-Link again. For some reason Heather was pulling on her nipples, and not just with a little ****. Heather was tugging increasingly with all her might, almost like she was trying to pry her boobs straight off her chest. The pain was intense. Sophia had to tense every muscle in her body to stop herself crying out in pain. A scream would certainly not have looked good for the photo.

And underneath the pain was an underlying pleasure. Sophia had been **** to admit to herself that she liked her tits handled roughly but surely this was too much. There was no way she would enjoy a lover actually trying to hurt her. Surely.

Nevertheless she wasn’t in the mood for it right now. The erogenous feeling was as unwelcome as the pain. She had **** but to brace and endure both until whatever had possessed Heather to inflict such **** on herself had passed. This wasn’t the first she had felt through the Boob-Link that day. Throughout the walk with her sister she had felt strokes and squeezes at random times and been left wondering what was happening with Heather on stream.

> Please, Heather! Please! It hurts! It hurts!

Sophia didn’t know how long it went on for. She poured as much focus as she could into kissing Jakob’s cheek to help lose track of time and as much of the sensation as she could. Eventually it did stop though, and the absence of pain felt almost euphoric as she sank fully into everpresent need to look good for the camera.

“Um… sorry to interrupt, you three, but I think you’re supposed to be meeting your brother right around now?”

“Oh, um…”

All of a sudden Adrian’s voice broke Sophia from the trance she had put herself in. He was holding up his phone to them, showing the time to be just minutes before they were supposed to be meeting the boys. How had time gotten away from them so badly?

The girls looked to Jakob. Sophia might have risen to her feet on her own if she really tried but it was easier to have their photographer give his blessing for the compulsion making them pose to be lifted. The boy held off for a moment, savouring the feeling of the women under his arm for a few seconds more before lifting his hands from their back.

“Okay, let’s call it there. We got some good pictures I think.”

With those words it was like a fog lifted from Sophia’s mind as the urge to look good for the photos evaporated. It all struck her at once; the kissing, the stroking, pressing her tits to Jakob’s chest and pulling up her skirt; all of it she’d done under the influence of Picture Perfect without even realising. Sophia pulled back and froze at the chilling realisation. She was only meant to let the boys play with her boobs for the photo. Everything else she had done was so humiliating.

Amy was equally distraught. She immediately rose to her feet and turned away, too ashamed to face the others as she fixed up her dress. The sight was a dagger to Sophia’s heart. How could she have made her sister go through all that? She remembered the look in Amy’s eye as they pressed themselves up against Jakob’s body. She must have at some level more than Sophia recognised that something was wrong but still been **** to go through with it. A heavy lump of guilt sat in Sophia’s stomach.

She couldn’t just sit there though. Now that the photos were taken and their friendship ritual was done with, it felt incredibly embarrassing to be sitting around with her big knockers bare in front of the boys. It was one thing to go along with the trend to ensure a strong start to their relationship but Sophia was absolutely not in the business of showing off her hooters to her male friends. She quickly copied her sister, turning away to straighten her skirt and attempt to put her bra back on.

> I’m sorry for making you take it off again, Heather, but please put your bra back on for me.

For a worrying moment Sophia waited and hoped before thankfully feeling the mental block lift to let her put the garment back on for the third time that day. By the time she did her sister was fully dressed and back by her side. Sophia couldn’t tell everything going on in the girl’s head but she was clearly antsy to get moving.

“Wait, Amy! Sophia. Perhaps you would like to take our numbers so we can meet up again sometime?”

Amy turned back at her name, her head bowed like she was too embarrassed to look at the boys. From her place close beside her, Sophia could see the uncertainty on her sister’s face.

“Um… we don’t have our phones with us at the moment…”

Seeing the girl’s discomfort Adrian stepped forward, taking hold of Amy’s hand and holding it between his in an attempt to uplift her. Amy looked up and met his eyes in surprise.

“Then… Perhaps we can take yours? I really enjoyed meeting you today and I would love the chance to get to talk to you more. I’m sorry if I did something to offend you. Jakob tells me this was some social media trend you girls got mixed up in and I see it made you very uncomfortable. I can have Jakob delete the pictures if you like. How about we forget about all of this and meet up to start over some time?”

Sophia could see Adrian’s words were doing something to soothe her sister. She stopped shaking as he went on, and as he finished she saw a shallow smile cross Amy’s lips.

“Thank you, Adrian. I did really enjoy meeting you today and I would love to talk to you more some time. You didn’t do anything wrong. This… I wasn’t sure what came over me today. I don’t usually… I-I mean, um… I’d love to give you my number, Adrian. You… You don’t need to delete the pictures.”

Amy blushed with the last line. A lingering effect of Picture Perfect meant they couldn’t ask for the photos to be deleted, though Amy had no way of knowing why. She looked to her sister for consent to share their numbers and Sophia nodded back. As embarrassing as their first meeting was, Sophia did want to try and be friends with these men, if only to give her sister people to talk to other than her and the other bridesmaids. For a minute or so Sophia stood around while Amy entered their numbers into Adrian’s phone and Jakob packed his camera away in the background. Once they were done the duos said their goodbyes before the girls hurried off to go meet with another pair of boys.

“Yo! Sis, over here!”

The sisters almost missed the boys as they made their way towards the meeting spot. They were off to the side by a lone picnic table, Terry leaning back against its side, Evan stood up on one of the benches waving both arms over his head to get their attention. He hopped down as they approached, taking a few strides forward to meet them. Terry trailed after, looking awkward as ever to be the fourth wheel on a family outing, but Amy ushered him into the circle without a moment’s hesitation.

“Hey Evan, Terry. I hope you boys have had fun today.”

“Hell yeah! The rides were lit. We didn’t even have to wait in line for a lot of them. I know exactly which ones I’m taking you on after!”

Evan was his usual spirited self as he spoke, a lot more relaxed than he was in the state he ran off earlier. Sophia wished the sisters could say the same after the embarrassments they’d been through, but perhaps at least her brother wasn’t going to make a big deal about her state of dress anymore.

“Okay, Evan. We’ll let you take us on a couple more” Amy offered.

“Yes!”

“Did you get up to anything apart from the rides?”

As Sophia spoke up the boys looked to her and her assessment was quickly shown to be wrong. Evan’s eyes dropped straight to her chest, widening for a second before clamping them shut and averting his gaze. Terry wasn’t quite so rueful, letting his eyes wander her luscious curves for a moment before speaking up to cover for his friend’s bashfulness.

“We checked out a few of the stalls as well. Evan said there were a few things there you both might like. He got you some-”

“Uh, yeah, yeah. We’ll show you round those in a bit, after we’ve eaten.”

Evan ‘subtly’ nudged the other boy as he spoke over him. It seemed he’d bought his sisters a present that he wanted to surprise them with. He’d always been thoughtful like that.

“So why were you two waiting here for us? I thought I said we’d meet by the picnic benches?”

“There’s one here, isn't there? The ones by the food stands were way too noisy. I thought we could sit here for a bit of quiet.”

“Oh? The noise was bothering you, Evan? That’s very unlike you.”

“Hey, I can be quiet when I want to be.”

“That’s not what I heard from your teachers.”

“Eh, school was easy. It was Uni I had to learn how to actually study for.”

Sophia could barely bring herself to cut in as she listened to the playful back and forth between her siblings. Just hearing them speak to each other made her heart grow lighter. Between Amy’s selfless caring and Evan’s boundless upbeat optimism, Sophia considered herself so lucky to grow up in a household filled with positivity. With everything she’s been put through recently, she really missed these little comforting moments with her brother and sister and she would have happily sat and listened to it for a while longer, but that was her moment to interject.

“How did your exams go, Evan? I haven’t really heard much from you since you took them.”

Normally Sophia would have absolutely caught up with her brother soon after his exams but regretfully she’d been through too many trials of her own to spare the thought or the time.

“Uh… Yeah, I’d say they went alright. There was one big question no one was expecting to be on there. Dr Davis is one of those pricks who just expects you to know literally everything about the module. The other exam went much better though. I just hate that I had to spend so much time cramming so early.”

“At least some of your exams are out the way though. You won’t have to cram for every module right at the end like some of us.”

“Yeah, you got me there. Good luck with all that, Terry. You still having bother with your group project?”

“When am I not? Eri still hasn’t shown up to a single group meeting and…”

Sophia smiled to herself as the boys discussed their Uni work. She didn’t know why the two of them didn’t speak more often. It was only ever when the sisters and Heather brought them together that she ever knew of them interacting, though they clearly had a strong relationship going on. Heather had even commented that she never saw her brother so engrossed in conversation as he got with Evan. They both went to the university Sophia worked at too. Their buildings were a bit of a distance apart with Evan studying Biology and Terry in Business Management but there were plenty of places for them to meet up if they wanted.

“Sorry to break this up, but perhaps we should take a seat first?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, Ame. Shouldn’t bore you with all that. You two grab the seats you like. We’ll just finish up.”

Sophia and Amy stepped around to take their place at the table. It was a high wooden table with benches fixed in place. Sophia raced to feed her legs in and was relieved for the briefest moment in managing to take hers first and avoid embarrassing herself with an offer to sit in Amy’s lap. That relief was dashed as she realised that her haste had left her sitting with her bulging knockers resting straight on the table in front of her. Before she could react Amy cleared her throat to her side in a polite attempt to warn her. The cruel irony, however, was that in doing so she’d let her sister know she’d been caught in a compromising position, locking her into Full Commitment. The only way to save face was to ignore Amy’s warning and pretend she hadn’t noticed.

The boys came over a moment later. Evan froze in place, his eyes bulging as he took in his sister’s lewd posture. She tried as hard as she could not to blush and give away that she knew. He hesitated for a second longer before moving over to take a place opposite Amy, leaving his friend to settle down on the bench opposite Sophia.

Terry did a poor job of hiding the leers he gave Sophia’s chest. Only Evan seemed oblivious to it, straining his neck not to look in Sophia’s direction at all. Amy was too polite and awkward to say anything, and Sophia certainly didn’t want to mention it while she was unable to help herself flaunting her massive jugs. Terry only grew more and more lax in hiding it as it was clear he’d face no consequences. Sophia should have been angry at such blatant perverted ogling, and yet some confusing part of her was telling her to be proud of the young man’s attention. And could she really blame him when she was practically shoving her hefty melons right in his face?

“So, Evan… Have you had your eye on any of the girls in your class?”

Amy’s question cut through the awkward silence. It was clear she’d grasped for the first topic she could think of. It wasn’t the best to distract their brother from the situation at hand.

“U-Um… Not really. N-No one’s really caught my attention.”

“You should try looking. It gets a lot harder to meet new people once you’ve left University. What about a blind date?”

“Blind?”

“Yeah, Lena knows a lot of single girls. We could ask her to arrange something for you. What kind of girls do you like?”

“U-Um, I don’t know… Kind, I guess. Smart, maybe. Someone who likes to have fun. Um…”

“What about their appearance? Do you like blondes? Brunettes?”

“B-Brunettes I guess. I don’t mind blonde though, or anything really.”

“What about their figure? Are you looking for tall girls? Slim?”

“Uh… Um, um…”

Evan’s eyes darted between the two girls opposite him, dragged down by the unfortunate magnetic pull into Sophia’s cleavage before raking over his other sister’s semi-exposed bosom in her tight summer dress before rising back to their faces and starting the cycle again.

“Amy, maybe this is something he can talk to us about some other time when he’s ready.”

As awkward as her own situation was, Sophia hated to see her brother squirming under the invasive questions their sister was throwing at him. She had to admit she was curious about Evan’s tastes as well, but she didn’t want to have it pried out of him if it was something he was embarrassed to share. It was only when she spoke up that Amy seemed to realise.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Evan! I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I just really want to see you happy with a girl you love.”

Amy took a hold of Evan’s hand to reassure him as she leaned in in apology. The boy looked her sister in the eye then took a moment to compose himself before shooting back one of the cheery grins he was known for.

“You don’t need to worry, Ame. I’m already happy here with girls that I love… I will try and start looking for a match though, and I’ll be sure to keep you updated on it.”

“Of course. You know we’re both here to help you if there’s any advice that you need.”

“Absolutely! My big sisters have never steered me wrong before.”

The flattery got a smile out of both of the girls, and the whole mood lightened before a grumble arose from one of their bellies.

“Heh. So what are we fancying to eat then?” Evan laughed at the sound.

“I’m not sure. I didn’t see what they had around here yet” Sophia responded.

“There’s like pizza, burger, sarnies. Um, oh! There’s a map just over the ridge with all the stalls on it.”

Evan nudged Terry with his elbow, sharing a look between them that seemed to signal something the girls weren’t aware of.

“Oh. Yeah, I’ll show you girls. Here, follow me.”

Terry rose to his feet and gestured for the girls to do the same.

“Aren’t you coming too, Evan?”

“Nah, I know what I want already. I’ll just watch the bags here. You’ll only be a minute or two.”

“Well… okay then.”

Sophia didn’t need convincing. With everyone in agreement she could rise, it was perhaps her only chance to escape from her compromising position. She stood up and laid her handbag down to mark her place on the bench then allowed Terry to lead them a short way around a corner towards a big board with a map of all the fair’s attractions and utilities on it. Just as the table was leaving her field of view she swore she saw Evan rise from his seat.

“Evan, we’re back!”

Amy called out as they rounded the corner back to the table. The boy’s back was to them and he jumped at his sister’s voice, quickly stuffing something into the bag he’d been carrying around as he turned towards them.

“Oh, h-hey! Did you decide what you wanted?”

“Sophia and I decided to go for tortilla wraps. You weren’t on your phone just now, were you?”

“No, no. I wouldn’t. It was, uh… Here. I wanted to surprise you, but…”

Evan reached down into his pack again and drew out two boxes before thrusting them towards the girls. Sophia took the one held out to her and held it up to examine.

“Vanilla fudge? Aw, thank you, Evan.”

“And caramel shortbread for me. Evan, you shouldn’t have.”

“I know they’re your favourites. I wanted to hide them for you to find when you got home, b-but I guess you caught me.”

“That’s so sweet of you!”

Amy stepped in and Evan was barely able to rise from the bench before his sister pulled him in for a hug. He floundered and fell into her, barely turning his face aside as Amy pressed him into her bosom. With her eyes shut to savour the familial embrace she had no idea the inappropriate eyeful she was giving her brother, nor the uncomfortable look he wore on his face. Ever the gentleman however, he wrapped his own arms around her in return and allowed her to hold him until she was fully content.

As Amy pulled away, Sophia would have loved to step in and hug her brother as well, but there was no way she could after witnessing that. Her jugs were so much bigger than her sister’s. It was impossible not to make an embrace feel inappropriate with a figure like hers, even without taking into account her state of dress. Evan was already uncomfortable and sensitive to her sister’s exposure. She didn’t want to make that worse by literally shoving it in his face. And also… she ran the risk of her body responding to her boobs getting in the way, and it was vile to imagine becoming aroused while hugging her own brother.

“I’ll enjoy these very much tonight with some tea. Thank you, Evan! You three wait here and I’ll be back with everyone’s food, alright?”

“H-Hold on, Ame. I’ll come with you. You’ll need help carrying it all back.”

“Hm… okay then. Sophia, Terry, are you both okay with watching the table?”

“Um… Sure, sis. We’ll be okay.”

“Okay. We’ll be back in a mo.”

As the siblings left together, Sophia quickly took her seat again before Terry to avoid triggering her compulsion. Before today she never would have imagined feeling uncomfortable being left alone with her best friend’s brother, but that was before he became privy to some of her most embarrassing secrets and many humiliating falsehoods about her straight from her own lips.

She felt too awkward to contest the arrangements though. It almost seemed like Evan was trying to get away from her. For a while there it seemed like the boy was getting comfortable around his older sister in her undergarment, but once she came back from picking something to eat those nerves seemed to have come back to him. Perhaps it was for the best he felt so uncomfortable with seeing her like this though.

As the boy sat across from her an awkward silence ensued. She wondered if Terry regretted asking her those probing questions now that his blood had cooled. She hoped so. She liked to think that Terry was a better man than others. He’d never given her much indication that he had such a dirty mind before. He was terse and reserved around her, but he’d always treated her with respect. He’d caught her staring before of course, but not enough to overstep the grace she was required to extend to any teenage boy. Asking those sorts of questions was well outside the version of Terry that dwelt inside her brain.

Not that she blamed him much for it of course. Sure, asking those questions was an act of perversion, but he had every right to seek answers from her on her masturbation habits, as anybody did. No, what really worried her was how she looked to him, because if he truly was a pervert he now had more over her to enact whatever sick fantasies he might have for her than any other man in her life. She dearly hoped she was right in her judgement of his character.

Unable to stand the awkward tension any longer, Sophia turned to her handbag to put away the fudge that Evan had got for her, making sure her dildo was hidden away right at the bottom as she did. Something prickled at Sophia’s subconscious as she rummaged, sending a cold chill and goosebumps down her neck, but it took a moment for her to realise exactly what was causing her to worry.

> Huh? Wa- Where have they gone?!

The chill became full-blown panic as it struck her. She rummaged through her bag again to be sure but to no avail. Something deeply personal and humiliating was missing from her bag; the prints her sister had given her.

> Nonono, where are they?! The-They must have fallen out!

In a fit of hysteria Sophia rose to her feet, scouring the ground around her. There was no way she could let anyone see those images. The things that they depicted she would never be able to live down! If the boys- No, if anyone who knew her happened upon those images her reputation would be ruined, and Amy’s as well! There was no way she would be able to explain it.

As she looked around though, her terror only grew. They were nowhere to be found. Not a trace of them anywhere in the vicinity. She could have dropped them anywhere. How far had they walked since they emerged from the photobooth? What if she never even put them in her bag at all? What if her hand slipped and dropped them right there for whoever came to get their picture taken next? Sophia could feel the blood rushing to her head at the thought of it.

“Is something wrong, Sophia? Did you lose something?”

Terry was watching her in confusion from his bench as she searched, completely oblivious to the horrifying and precarious situation she’d found herself in.

“I-It’s fine. I thought I dropped something but I must be mistaken.”

She needed to compose herself. If she gave away she lost something the others would no doubt start to look for it. She couldn’t let that happen. She just… There was no hope of finding them now. She needed to accept that. They’d probably fallen into a bush or a hole somewhere, never to be found. Yes, that was right. The sisters had been wandering on the quiet side of the park. What were the chances someone found them before the wind blew them away into a river or something? Even if they did, there was no way they would know her. It was probably some old lady who would tear them up in disgust, or some local pervert who would keep them all to himself here on the far side of the city from anywhere Sophia ever went. Those pictures would never get traced back to her.

“Uh… Then come and sit down. You’re worrying me a little.”

“Right, yes.”

She just had to accept it. In a daze Sophia walked back over to the table, not realising what she was doing until it was far too late to stop it.

“Would you like me to warm your lap?”

The words slipped out before Sophia could stop them. It was just a tiny slip-up, a short moment of vulnerability, but she’d fell head first into another compulsion. One that had her offering her sister’s brother a lap dance.

> Please say no, Terry. Please say no!

There was no chance. Sophia could already see her last hope was fleeting. Terry stared back at her in confusion and intrigue, wondering exactly what it was Sophia was offering. She thought he might ask her to clarify, but the words that came from his mouth were much more dreadful than that.

“Uh… I guess.”

Sophia’s stomach dropped. This was it. Her brother and sister were going to come back to find her rubbing herself into the lap of her best friend’s brother. All her efforts to not look like a slut to them were for naught.

Evan and Amy were never going to look at her the same way again. She felt the compulsion start to kick in, the same one she’d felt with her beloved before. All at once everything began to feel a lot less pleasant. The cool breeze took on more of a chill. The sunlight that soothed her sent goosebumps down her back instead. Birdsong sounded more like annoying screeching in her ear. It felt like the whole world was warping around her into something deeply unsettling. There was just one sole sanctuary gleaming out in front of her, one single golden oasis offering her salvation from the noise and it was shining out before her…

…from under the table.

> No. No, this can’t be happening! Not… Not again, please!

How could she have forgotten the most despicable part of her Lap Warmer compulsion, the case where a man that she offered to was seated at a table. It wasn’t just the indignity of a lap dance she was about to suffer. It was going to be so much worse.

> No. No! I refuse! I won’t do it! You can’t make me!

Sophia cried out inside her head, **** to fight the compulsion that would drive her to her knees, but she feared she was quickly losing control. An incessant nagging was sounding inside her head, telling her she needed to be under the table. Her skin itched like something was crawling underneath it. Vertigo assaulted her as her mind and body told in her unison, the discomfort would end if she just got on her knees between Terry’s legs. She knew in her head that there was no need to do it, but her heart was buckling under the gnawing unease that permeated her body. ‘It’s right there’ it seemed to cry, ‘just crawl and kneel and this can all be over’.

> Just crawl and kneel. Just crawl and kneel…

It was all too much. The incessant itch gnawing away at her thoughts, the endless crawling of her skin in a distressing world… It was simply too much for her. She needed warmth. She needed comfort. It was okay to seek that, right? She didn’t need to do anything perverted, just adopt her place kneeling at Terry’s feet. It was so degrading but it beat these horrible sensations that just wouldn’t cease.

Her feet moved on their own but Sophia couldn’t bring herself to stop them. Two steps was all it took to reach the table, then with one hand on its side she lowered herself down to her knees, crawling into the alcove under the table to reach her comfortable spot.

The moment she did she felt instant relief. There, kneeling on the ground under a table in front of Terry’s parted legs, was the only place in the world that felt good to her right then. It felt… right, like that was the place she was meant to be. The thought made her blush at the implication. She knew it was the compulsion messing with her head but that didn’t make the sensation any less real. She was comfortable there. She didn’t need to do anything else, just kneel and rest.

> I need to thank him.

The thought arose unbidden. Sophia immediately tried to discard it, knowing exactly what it meant and where it came from, but she couldn’t. It stayed there, festering at the back of her mind. She should be grateful. She should be so, so grateful to Terry for providing her this sanctuary, this cosy little nook kneeling at his feet, protecting her from an oppressive world trying to consume her. She tried to shake it out of her head but the idea only continued to dig in deeper like an incessant brain worm.

Part of her brain was grateful to Terry. Part of her brain wanted to thank him. Part of her brain felt it was only natural to provide his lap the same warmth and comfort it gave to her. It was so hard to argue against it. Every time she did she felt the warped world outside pressing in on the barriers of her sanctuary and her heart swelled with gratitude to be saved from it. To not earn her keep was to risk being cast out. How could she not give back all she could to the boy providing her shelter.

It was inevitable. Sophia knew that. She had sunk far too deep into the quicksand to escape it now. For the fourth time in twenty four hours she was going to take a penis into her mouth. Her hands rose to tackle Terry’s fly. An ominous bulge was straining against the inside of his jeans. His body shook as she made contact. He mustn’t have imagined she would actually go through with this. The invasion of his personal space took him completely by surprise. He recovered quickly though, shuffling in and spreading his legs wide to let her in between them.

Down the zip came and in went Sophia’s fingers to release what was inside. This was all familiar to Sophia. The exact same steps she had been through with Declan almost exactly one day before; only a different place, a different compulsion, different circumstances, and a different man about to receive something from her that was only ever meant to be for Alan.

She could feel Terry’s manhood with her fingertips as she guided it through the folds of his clothing. Hot, pulsing with life. The fifth one she had ever touched, soon to be the fifth one she’d ever pleasured with her body. Her nerves were racking. One might think her growing accustomed to the presence of the masculine organ but that was a notion she resisted with all her heart. She never wanted to reach a state where she didn’t recoil at the sight of a phallus not attached to her beloved.

Terry’s penis didn’t spring out like Declan’s had. His jeans were tight to limit how erect it could be. As Sophia fed it out into the open air it rested on her hand. Her stomach churned as she felt it come to life against her palm, quivering and hardening as blood pumped to his lower head. This was Terry’s manhood, burning into her retinas. She never wanted to know what her best friend’s brother’s penis looked like but now she knew and that was so gross. So many men now in her life that she wouldn’t be able to look in the eye without her traitorous brain telling her she knew what their sexual organ looked like. Terry’s looked much like many of the others, similar length and width. She thankfully didn’t have the discerning eye to pick out the differentiating detail of phalluses. As blood continued to pump into the stiffening erection though, something happened to make Sophia’s eyes widen even further.

> I-It’s growing?!

There was no mistaking it. As the penis straightened and hardened it was definitely growing longer. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It happened in pulses as more blood pumped in. The head engorged as the shaft stretched longer and longer. This wasn’t inexplicable to Sophia. She knew from her sex education that penises could grow when erect. Alan’s would even gain an inch from its flaccid state. What she never expected, though, was to see further growth from one that already looked its full size. Only in that one porn video did she have any indication that penises could be much longer than half a foot. This one kept going though, and by the time it was fully erect it must have gained several inches. It was clearly much longer than any of the others she’d touched. The extra size only made it that much more unsettling in Sophia’s mind.

…And she was going to put it in her mouth. This long rod of sweaty spongy flesh designed to pump its horrible sticky fluid into a woman’s body, and she was going to wrap her lips around it. She had to, though. This was the tribute that needed to be paid to stay kneeling at Terry’s feet. She couldn’t go back into that warped world where everything was uncomfortable. She- She couldn’t do that… She couldn’t! It wasn’t an option!

> I’m sorry, Alan. I know you’d understand.

She knew it would only get harder the longer she dragged it out. She couldn’t allow herself to hesitate a moment longer. Her face burning hot, she leaned in and took the entire head into her mouth, sealing her lips around it in a perfect ‘o’. Both bodies responded to the intimate contact. Terry almost jumped at feeling something he could have never dared to imagine. Sophia’s body shivered at the latest disgraceful humiliation she was **** to endure.

There was nothing this time to keep Sophia from showing on her face what she thought of this perverted act. No compulsion was forcing her to look joyful as her mouth was invaded by the gross appendage. This wasn’t some expression of devotion towards her lover. Nobody could even see her face at all, and so she was free to let it wrinkle up like a prune in disgust around the head of the penis sitting on her tongue. She wanted to gag yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to do it. All she could do was continue paying her tribute to this boy for the privilege of being allowed to kneel in his shadow.

She began bobbing her head. Terry’s shaft was so long she couldn’t hope to fit more than half of it in her mouth without **** on it. This time around she didn’t have the ‘blessing’ of her tits’ lubricant to suppress her gag reflex, causing a pang in her throat every time she took it just a bit too far in. Back and forth she went, her head nothing more than a sheath bringing pleasure to Terry’s manhood.

Her body quickly started to ache. Stooping under the table on her knees was a horrible position for her body to be sitting in. Focused firstly on never letting the rod slip from her mouth, Sophia shifted position to make the act servicing it as comfortable as possible. Leaning forward to straighten out her back, she planted her hands between her legs for extra support. Her arms squeezed in on her jugs in a lewd display of cleavage but Sophia didn’t care. If anyone saw her like this, that was the least of her worries. Her new posture placed her in prime position to slide her lips back and forth along Terry’s shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Sophia. That feels so good.”

Sophia could barely hear the boy, his voice muffled by the thick wooden table, but the excitement they conveyed was equally evident in the way he splayed his legs, not risking for a second hindering her access to his lap. She couldn’t believe how far she’d fallen. This boy had used to respect her. He used to think well of her as his sister’s friend but there was no chance he would ever see her the same after what they had been through today. Showing up with ridiculous boob implants, sharing secrets about the disgusting, degrading things she’d gotten off to, and crawling under the table the minute they were alone to suck his cock unbidden. These weren’t the actions of the sweet, innocent Sophia he thought he knew. These were the actions of a trashy slut.

And as though to show exactly what he thought of this new version of her his hand darted under the table to take hold of a fistful of her hair. She almost yelped from the pain of it but her lips remained planted to the boy’s shaft. The pain **** her to loosen her neck and go along with the pace that Terry directed. It was clear, he didn’t see her as an equal anymore, at least not in this moment, but as something to be sexually dominated.

Suddenly Terry’s body stiffened in place. For a second Sophia was scared he was about to ejaculate but the reality was so much worse.

“Hey, Terry. Where did our sister go?”

A familiar voice sent a chill down Sophia’s spine. From the corner of her eyes she saw a pair of feminine legs walk up to the table. What was her sister doing back here so soon?!

“A-Amy?! Hi. U-Um… Your sister left for a bit. To… To go to the loo I think. What are you doing back here?”

“The stand selling tortillas wasn’t open. We came back to check what Sophia wanted instead.”

That was Evan’s voice. He was back here as well?!

“We’ll just hang around a few minutes until she gets back.”

> No no no! This is so bad! This is so bad!

So preoccupied was Sophia with the fact she was giving a blowjob to yet another man that she hadn’t even considered that her siblings might be there at any moment. If Amy and Evan found her under the table sucking Terry’s cock it was all over. Her life as she knew it would be at an end.

…And yet she had **** but to keep going. Because not doing so would be to be ejected from her sanctuary and to be found crawling out from under the table and between Terry’s legs. There would be no hiding what she was doing. That was why she had to keep going. Even with her brother and sister just inches away from her she had to keep sucking on Terry’s cock.

> I-It’s okay. I just need to take it slowly and quietly. I can’t let him orgasm!

Having formulated a plan Sophia went to enact it, but the moment she did her body rebelled. Instead of slowing down her bobbing sped up, the signal from her brain to her muscles overridden by compulsive need. Her mouth filled up with excessive saliva, making a gross noise as the penis slid in and out that reverberated through her throat.

“Glug-glug-glug.”

It was the first time this compulsion had ever taken direct control of her, but the effect was immediate.

> No, No! I’m sorry! I won’t slow down. I’ll- I’ll go faster. Just please don’t let them hear!

The compulsion let up, and Sophia immediately sprung to fulfil her promise, guiding her own lips along Terry’s rod faster than she had before. This wasn’t the first time the compulsions had seemed to have a mind of their own, lording over her like a council directing a perverted puppet show. She was reminded of how the one that she’d relied on to lead her through giving Alan his own blowjob had **** her to perform it of her own volition. The compulsions were cunning and insidious, and their only aim seemed to be to have Sophia humiliate herself of her own accord.

For a moment she grew tense at the thought that someone had heard her, but luckily no one seemed to have noticed the gross noises coming from under the table. Conversation was going on up above, but Sophia was devoting too much of her attention to being Terry’s ‘cocksleeve’ to listen in. She flinched as Evan’s legs appeared off to her side as he took his place again next to Terry. Amy remained standing off to her other side, likely assuming her sister would be back before long. Sophia was trapped in a cage of legs and all she could do was continue to suck.

Lap Warmer advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

[MILF] - Sophia is fiercely protective of any student she is sitting in the lap of or who is resting in her lap. She will relentlessly defend them from any accusation, insult, or doubt against their sexual performance - [JUSTIFIED] [SIREN]

[MILF] - When sitting on a couch, bench or bed, Sophia's lap is freely available for others to lay their head on, filling her with a maternal instinct to comfort them - [JUSTIFIED] [NORMALITY]

[Arm Candy] - People will feel no inhibitions about remarking on Sophia's body or technique as they see her warming a lap

A-Another level already?! F-For sucking on Terry’s… This is just too much. This is horrible. Why is everything working against me? Why can’t I have one nice day with my brother and sister without being yanked around in this perverted puppet show? I don’t want this, please! Why did I agree to go on this show?!

No, I know better than to argue now. They’re just going to shock me if I don’t play along. I need to choose one of these options…

I’ll rule out the third one right away. I-If I’m **** to sit in people’s laps, I don’t want to hear people commenting on my humiliation. I couldn’t stand it with Sweater Puppies. I don’t want to go through that again.

The other two… I guess I could have gotten a lot worse. Two mods based around comforting people rather than sexualising myself for once. That should be something I’m happy to do but these two make it so inappropriate.

I… I really don’t want people to feel like it’s okay to touch me in any way, but the other one feels like it could become so much worse the more I think about it. Any accusation? So I could be **** to defend a liar? Any insult, a-any ‘doubt against their sexual performance’... Ew, that would be so gross. I don’t want people lying in my lap, but how often am I sitting with someone on a couch or a bed? Only Alan really comes to mind and I… would it be so bad for Alan to rest his head in my lap…

Option 2 selected.

When sitting on a couch, bench or bed, Sophia's lap is freely available for others to lay their head on, filling her with a maternal instinct to comfort them

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

NORMALITY trap triggered. Other individuals will perceive the effects of the chosen modification as natural. Compulsion effect of the modification is removed but Sophia will experience discord with reality to oppose it.

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

[Lap Dancer] - While sitting in a man's lap, Sophia will feel uncomfortable unless they are erect - [BLOOM]

[Cock Sleeve] - Men who turn down Sophia's under-table lap-warming offer will feel ashamed for doing so and will not count against the once per day limit

[MILF] - Sophia will develop a nurturing attachment towards any student she gives a lap dance and an interest in their sexual wellbeing

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Ooh, another level already? This is exactly what we need. What a humiliating predicament we find ourselves in. I do hope Sophia messes up. It’s about time Evan and Amy learned what a slutty sister they have. Oh, the way our gut will wrench as our brother’s sweet, innocent view of us is torn apart forever. I need that so bad.

But which of these options will help most turn us into the slut that Evan would be so ashamed of? I think option two is the obvious one to rule out this time. By the time this show is done with us there won’t be a straight man alive able to turn down our lap-warming… It would be funny to see a gay man feel guilty about turning down our blowjobs though…

Option one seems like the clear winner here but let’s indulge in thinking about the third option first. Sophia is shaping up to be a good little MILF, such a temptress to those innocent students we meet up with at work. It’s only a matter of time before Sophia slips up and those meetings begin involving lap dances for all the lovely boys. Each one will be another student we take a very enthusiastic interest in the sexual wellbeing of, eager to listen and advice or maybe even provide. And with four MILF mods under our belt the pride we’ll feel when those students stare at our tits… Sophia won’t be able to fight it any more. She’ll be practically shoving our fat jugs in all the boys' faces, **** for that satisfaction that young men love our body.

But as amazing as that sounds, option one is still the clear winner. It’s time to train our other half on our true purpose in life. Making men horny is the barest reason we exist. If we’re not doing that much we don’t deserve to feel comfortable. Like that Pavlov dog thing, I will train this bitch to only feel right around hard throbbing cocks. It will start with lap dances for now but by the end she’ll be panicking at the sight of a man without a stiffy.

Option 1 selected.

While sitting in a man's lap, Sophia will feel uncomfortable unless they are erect

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

On and on Sophia went, settling into a hasty but silent rhythm. She was used to this now, the feeling of penises sliding in and out of her mouth. She even felt it in her dream last night. This horrible, perverted act she once believed she would never in her life stoop to doing was becoming ingrained into her muscle memory. Against her will she was being made to memorise the taste of penis and the feeling of it filling her breathing hole. The very organ she used to express herself had been thoroughly repurposed for some filthy and perverted act of submission.

This was all she was now. This was what the show had turned her into, some shackled suckpuppet shuffling from cock to cock. This time she wasn’t even graced with the dignity of attention. Terry was sitting there talking to the others like there wasn’t some woman knelt here debasing herself for his pleasure, like it wasn’t even worth paying mind to the slut whoring herself out under the table. This was just another day for Sophia the suckslut.

In her mind she knew none of that was true - Terry was doing his best to cover for both of them and not give away what Sophia was doing - but her heart was crumbling under the strain of everything she’d done on the show. Three rounds in and already she’d ruined her relationship with so many men. First Jason, then Declan, now Terry. All of them now thought her a **** slut, eager to cheat on her fiancé for the chance to feel another dick between her lips.

Even outside of that, everyone she knew now thought her a pervert who considered her huge natural tits not big enough for her liking and needed even more obscene fake tits to ‘feel like a real woman’. Her reputation was in tatters. Even if she were to leave the show right this second she didn’t know if she would ever be able to recover from it, and yet she still had mountains of cases to open and untold levels of damage yet to be made to her life before the show would release its claws from her.

She didn’t want to think about any of that though, and so all she could do was suck.

Back and forth, back and forth. Sophia lost track of time as all she had to focus on was serving Terry’s penis. She was in her own little world. The sunlight and all the sounds of the world around her were blocked out by the wooden board over her head. She was in her own little bubble cut off from everything but Terry’s manhood. It was all a suckpuppet needed to see. From the corner of her eye she could see Amy growing restless waiting for her sister’s return but that was none of Sophia’s concern. She’d been under the table for far too long. She was committed to staying there until her siblings left. All she needed to do was suck. Empty her mind… and suck.

…

…

Sophia was shook from her trance as Terry’s body suddenly went tense in front of her. This time it could only mean one thing.

> He’s about to cum. He’s going to cum! What do I do?!

Sophia was trapped in place and Terry was about to spray his load. There were only two places it could go and Sophia had to choose one of them. As much as it revolted her to think of getting that disgusting goo all over her tits, there was no way she was letting another man’s seed into her mouth. She pulled away and watched with dread as the penis drooped to point straight at her chest. As much as she hated to, she pushed her chest out to make a bigger target of her cleavage. It would be much harder to clean the slime from her bra.

She held her breath as it twitched once… twice…

> Ah!

Sophia kept the cry inside her head as cum shot out towards her. The first blasted her straight in the collarbone, the rest striking a lower target upon the expansive mounds of skin offered up to them. It was such a mess. Sophia had to bring her hands up to stop it splashing over the sides of her boobs. She could only watch as more and more of the surface of her huge jugs was plastered with the pearly fluid.

Finally the spasms stopped, and Sophia was left truly covered with streaks of semen and a slowly softening penis sitting before her. There was just one more thing she needed to do to finish paying her tribute to Terry. She needed to clean off the tip of his penis and tuck it away back in his pants.

The act felt particularly gross but it needed to be done. She just didn’t know the best way to do it. She didn’t have anything on her to clean it with. Her hands and tits were pitted. There… There was the option of licking it clean but Sophia was willing to take just about any other option than that, and there was only one other thing she could think of…

What she said wasn’t exactly true. There was one scrap of fabric she had available to clean it with. It was so shameful, but the alternative was even worse. Lifting her knees, Sophia began shimmying her knickers down her leg. It was an incredibly difficult thing to do quickly and quietly but eventually she managed it.

She looked down at the garment clutched in her hands. Was she really going to do this? There was no way she was putting it back on with it covered in semen. She would have to go the whole rest of the day without wearing any panties. That felt so slutty but then, so did having her knockers covered in cum. There wasn’t enough cloth there to clean up all the mess covering her tits but at least she could clean her palms as well.

Resolving to do it, Sophia gently dabbed the crotch of her knickers over Terry’s penis, sopping up the last dribbles leaking out of the tip. Once she was sure it was all clean, she wiped her hands with what clean bits there was left and set them on the floor beside her before tucking the boy's softening erection back into his pants and zipping him up.

> …Now what do I do?

Sophia was left wondering. She’d managed to earn her stay kneeling there at Terry’s feet but now she was stuck there kneeling at his feet, pantyless with hooters dripping with cum. All she could do was sit there and stew in the knowledge of what she had done and hope her sibling left them soon. She wasn’t the only one trapped in the predicament though, and she heard Terry speak from up above.

“Hey, I think Sophia said something about meeting you guys at the stalls on her way back from the loo. Maybe she’s looking for you over there.”

> Yes. Yes, thank you, Terry.

She heard Amy reply but she couldn’t make out what she said, only what Terry said after.

“Yeah, maybe we should go look for her over there. I’ll carry her bag so we’re not leaving it here.”

> Please say yes, Amy. Please say yes.

It seemed Sophia finally had a lucky break for once as the two boys began rising to their feet. Sophia shrunk back as far as she could to avoid Evan catching her with his leg. She couldn’t hear much after that but Amy’s legs finally moved away from the table. She watched through the cracks in the bench as the three of them headed off down the path towards the main section of the fair, Terry looking back once more over his shoulder before disappearing out of sight.

Sophia let out a sigh of relief. Somehow she’d managed to get away without either of her siblings catching her in the humiliating act. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around. She was free to climb out from under the table and follow after them a short way. Unfortunately Terry had taken her bag with him. She would have to find some way to hide her soiled panties until she got it back to stash them away.

Stretching her aching legs, Sophia got down on her hands and knees while surveilling the goopy mess on her chest. Every fibre of her being was screaming to get it off. There was little that disgusted her more than having that nasty slime touching her skin, and this was so much more than she’d ever had on her before.

There was nothing she could do though. There was nothing around with which to wipe it off. As much as her skin crawled and itched under the seminal fluid she had **** but to wear it for now. She needed to find a restroom to wash it off. She had to be careful though. This was the worst of all compromising positions to be caught in. If anyone so much as glimpsed her like this she’d be **** to carry on her day like it was the most natural state to walk around in. Sophia couldn’t imagine a more humiliating fate than that. If her siblings saw her like this, she would… she would… she didn’t want to think about that. She didn’t need to think about that, because nobody was going to see her like this.

With that in mind Sophia began crawling out from under the table, expecting to see sunlight at last, only for everything to go black.

==Author's Notes==

Thank you all for reading! This is the final chapter of round three. We're finally heading back to the studio for some more changes. Let me know what you think of the story so far. This intermission has certainly been a lot longer than maybe it should have. I'll be making the next two a lot shorter so we can get through some more changes for the girls. I'm especially excited for the round after next which will have big repercussions for all of the girls.

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