Intermission: Innocence Lost

Sophia couldn’t hold back a second longer. The moment the door clicked shut she rounded on the man she was leading by the hand, closing the distance between them in a single stride. This was the moment she’d been waiting for all night; a chance to see her lover truly alone. She didn’t know what was wrong with her. Her body craved his touch like it had never done before. She needed to feel him, needed to hold him, needed to shower his body with kisses to show just how much he meant to her.

As she pulled him in close her boobs were as always the first to make contact but for once it didn’t manage to bother her. Her interest was in Alan’s own chest, his muscular trunk unyielding against the fatty masses pressing against it. Alan took care of himself, and for the first time it felt like Sophia truly appreciated that. His body was as beautiful as the man himself, so powerful and masculine. The body of a man she could rely on to protect her. It was comforting to hold herself against. The more she felt the more she wanted to feel, appreciating the firmness of his body no doubt as much as he enjoyed the softness of hers.

“Kiss me, Ala-”

She needed only ask once. Before she even finished the line his lips were already upon hers, catching her by surprise in a raw show of passion she’d never seen from her lover before. He wanted her so badly. With how self absorbed Sophia had been in her own arousal all night, it was easy to forget this man had two attractive women teasing him just as long. He’d been such a gentleman, keeping it contained all that time, but with passions growing his true feelings were starting to come out.

His hands resting on her shoulder, Alan was beginning to take charge. Though Sophia had been one to initiate, she soon found herself turned around, her back pressed against the wall. She didn’t mind that one bit though. Alan had never been one for insecurity but in this moment she felt a newfound confidence in him. He was so dashing, so manly, every bit the prince she yearned for in her deepest romantic fantasies. She might have swooned in that moment if he was not there to hold her up. How could one man become so much more attractive with every passing minute?

As though reading her mind Alan pulled away for a second. Still locked in her embrace he looked deep into her eyes. It was a powerful gaze, yet one still full of warmth and tenderness. It was a look that might have made Sophia fall in love with this man if she had not done so thirty times over already. His head tilted just an inch. His hands trailed gently down her arms until his thumbs were resting ever so lightly on her boobs.

“I want to love every part of you.”

His meaning could not be more clear to Sophia; she felt just the same way herself. His lips were not enough for her. She wanted to cover every inch of him in kisses. His shoulders, his neck, his chest and his abs. It was all so beautiful to her. He felt just the same way, and so here he was, taking the lead while respecting her boundaries, making sure she was comfortable every step of the way. Her heart was bursting with love. The fact he cared so much for her was exactly why she’d been fighting so hard to overcome her body complex for him.

Rather than reply with words, Sophia turned in to press her lips to his neck, delivering a flurry of rapid kisses from his jaw down to his shoulders. Alan responded in kind on her other side, leaning in to make up for his extra height. His weight pinned Sophia to the wall, forcing her to be subjected to his affections. Her nether throbbed with approval.

Their hands were quick to join in. Sophia’s pressed flat against her lover’s chest, feeling the heat emanating from his core and the tightness of his pecs. Her fingers traced in circles, kneading softly to relieve the stress contained within. She’d felt his chest before, but now his body seemed to glow in a fresh new light and she hungered to burn the feel into her fingertips.

Alan’s hands were less direct. Ever the gentleman, his finger circumvented her chest to get to her waist, playing the very same games they did during their intimacy training. He would tease her body, build her up until she was ready for her boobs to be massaged. Even now when they were already screaming for it did he hold himself back, treating her body how he knew she liked it treated. Such an act of restraint only made her body want it more. Just this once she wished he’d skip the niceties and dive right in, feed the hunger that had built over an hour of craving her lover’s touch. Wishing Alan would ignore the rest of her in favour of her tits? What kind of backwards world was she living in?

Despite her invisible pleas his hands found their way to her hips. She felt them through the thin fabric of her gown, so gentle yet so firm, holding her steadily in place, claiming her as his woman. His kisses trailed further and further down, stopping teasingly at her collar bone. Sophia tipped her head back, basking in his affection; an open invitation if any to shower love on the **** mounds her posture offered up to him. Still he held himself back. It was like he wanted her to beg for him to give them his attention. Even now such a thought was embarrassing for Sophia, but **** as she was that was exactly what she'd do.

“Please, Alan. Feel my big, juicy melons.”

A deeper blush than she expected crawled up Sophia's neck. She didn't mean to say it like that; She didn't know why she did. Her thighs squeezed together as a heat crept between her legs. Alan paused for just a moment, taking in what he had heard. Sophia's shame only deepened as he moved to do as she had said.

> Don't dwell on it.

Tonight would end up pushing Sophia well outside her comfort zone. The magic would be lost if she let herself stumble over every little thing that made her blush. ‘Let yourself enjoy it while it lasts’. She heard Lena's words of advice speaking in her head. And so she tipped her head back, thrusting her tits out into Alan's manly hands, emptying her head of thoughts and worries to relish in the feeling she'd been yearning for all night.

That feeling was in all of Alan’s focus converging on her tits, his hands pressing in from either side as he stooped down to deliver kiss after kiss to the masses spilling from her gown. He’d never devoted so much attention to them before, not in all the evenings he’d spent running his hands across them for their weekly boob massage, too conscious of her feelings to ever truly lose himself in them before.

Tonight, though, he allowed his inhibitions to come down, letting himself grow absorbed completely in a rite of appreciation for what was despite her wishes a core part of his girlfriend's identity. He'd always told her she needed to love every part of herself and here he was demonstrating how they could be loved. His hands and lips were so gentle, the way they always were with her. It sent rivets of sensual pleasure coursing through her body that Sophia rode through in her mindless bliss. But every now and then his fingertips dug in just a little bit deeper as his muscles flexed, and her body responded in kind, forcing her to squirm as jolts of something more carnal wracked at her nerves, striking a chord not reached by his usual tenderness. Idly she found herself wishing it happened more - so unlike her, but she was just that horny. An involuntary squeeze from him sent Sophia reeling, her lips parting as she stifled a silent moan. Alan was thankfully too engrossed to see the ugly faces she couldn't help but make.

She couldn't take it anymore. Alan’s touch right now was far more stimulation than she could ever hope to endure. Lovemaking for her was meant to be peaceful and serene. If intimacy was a theme park then Sophia's heart had always been with the teacups and merry-go-round. This was like being **** through a full day on the rollercoasters with motion sickness and a fear of heights. It was ****; beautiful, euphoric ****, and it scared her. As much as her body screamed out for more she just wanted it to be over.

With one last blissful squirm Sophia’s hands shot to Alan’s wrists, signalling to stop, before guiding his face back to her lips. The boy complied, sliding his own hands down to her hips. Her boobs immediately protested their absence; she felt the urge to plant them right back, but she refused to give in to her tits’ needy cries for attention. She refused to devolve into an ugly, quivering mess begging to be groped to orgasm. That wasn’t who she was and she refused to let that be how she remembered such a special night.

This was more how she imagined the night she’d lose her virginity. Holding her lover close, feeling their bodies pressed against each other, basking in their mutual attraction but not controlled by it. She could see it in her head. Her arms draped across his shoulders as their lips danced together. Her hips swaying to the sensual tunes playing softly on the speakers. It was all so romantic, like one of her deepest fantasies.

She could have stayed there for hours, locked in his embrace until her body finally calmed down enough to receive an orgasm that left it satisfied. With the thought of what was to come after, she was in no rush to move on. Nothing else to follow that night held the special place in her heart that moments like this did. She knew that was selfish. This night wasn’t about her. It was about cementing the love that they shared and giving her love a part of herself that could never be taken away. That didn’t mean she couldn’t draw out this embrace for just a little while longer. The night was young. She wanted to enjoy herself for as long as possible. Alan certainly didn’t seem to mind.

It took longer than she meant for to bring the embrace to an end. Like waking from a blissful sleep she couldn’t quite summon up the willpower to tear herself away from her happy place. It was as Alan pulled away for breath that she finally found the strength and opportunity to nudge him back towards the bed.

“Go lay down for me, my love. I’ve… There's something I'd like to show you.”

“Of course, darling.”

This was it. The time for indulging herself was over. From hereon the night was all for Alan, putting on a show for him and making him feel good like she had never done before. Reclining back on the bed he peeled off his underwear, fully releasing the stiff member underneath. In all their time embracing, her boobs had been big enough of a buffer to stop it poking into her. She'd been able to banish it from her mind to make the hug feel more romantic, but no doubt it had been there twitching inches from her navel the whole time. Now her eyes tracked straight back to it with nervous apprehension. For the next however long it may be this unsettling organ was to be the centre of her world and she would be putting all her care and attention into serving it.

“I'm ready, princess. What did you want to show me?”

Alan's voice snapped her back to reality. With a blush she realised she'd zoned out at the sight of his member. Arousal was still coursing through her veins, muddying the feelings that rose from it, but nerves and unease at what was coming was slowly wearing away at its grip on her. The ‘show’ she had in mind was exactly what Lena had told her to do, dropping her gown all at once to reveal the curvy lace-clad body hiding underneath. It couldn't be any worse than what she'd already let him see that night but she still felt her heart beating fast at the thought of stripping with him carefully watching every move she made.

Every second she let her body cool off though, it would only get harder and more awkward to go through with it. Lena said it was so easy - just lift the sleeves off her shoulders and let go. The only thing in the way was her corset. Lena had tied it to come free with a tug. As it fell to the floor a pressure lifted on her lungs she didn’t realise she was holding. The relief carried her through to take hold of her gown in a single motion, holding the sleeves out to the side.

It was clear, standing like this, how effortlessly the gown would fall to the floor. Her boobs demanded so much space from her garments, she wouldn’t even feel the fabric drop. And as she let go she was proven right. There was no tumbling, no cascading of fabric. The gown fell to the ground like a stone. Just another sign of how much her tits dominated her body, and now those fat jugs were on open display in a frilly bra that barely contained them.

“You’re so beautiful, babe.”

Alan was still there, watching her from the bed, the glitter of love and admiration sparkling in his eyes.

“Thank you, honey.”

She offered him back a sheepish smile. He must have seen her thoughts written all over her face, offering up encouragement for something he knew was hard for her. If any other man had said that after what she just did she’d have not taken it as a compliment, but with him she knew he meant her as a person and not just a pair of tits. That assurance gave her the strength to deliver her next lines.

“I… I want to do something special for you. You just… You just stay there and relax, okay? I’m going to make you feel good.”

“Alright, darling. Do whatever you want to do.”

Before she even finished speaking her legs were moving forward, drawn into action by compulsion. Her breath caught in her throat, her gaze locked on the member she was making her way towards. For the third time that day she was to take a penis into her mouth. She didn’t have a choice in that. It was the prize she had offered to Lena and she had to deliver. Looking back on it now she wished she never made that bet. She wasn’t ready for this. She’d been working so hard to overcome her aversions so that her first time doing this for him could be something they both could enjoy. She needed more time. She needed so much more time. Least of all not today, those traumatising memories of dicks being **** into her mouth fresh on her mind. This was not how she wanted it to go. She’d made that pact when she still believed she owed him. There was no need for her to rush into it so soon.

> No! Stop it! Stop thinking like that! I don’t need to owe Alan to do something like this for him. I do it because I love him! Alan deserves this after everything he’s done for me. I should want to do this for him! Come on, Sophia, you can do this!

It was a difficult fight to convince herself, such was her revulsion to the act she was about to do. The idea of taking a penis in her mouth had always been disgusting to Sophia and the two experiences she’d had of it had only reinforced what a dirty, uncomfortable and objectifying act it was. With those two as the formative memories it was going to take so much work to convince herself she enjoyed doing this.

She was getting closer now, clambering up onto the bed on her hands and knees as her calves hit the bedside. Alan was watching her the whole time. He must have realised what was happening, his eyes wide in disbelief. He knew exactly how unimaginable a step this was for her to take. Two weeks ago she struggled even taking his manhood into her hand, and now here she was seemingly throwing herself across a line that made her tremble to even think about. He must have been so confused as to what came over her.

…But he was clearly excited too. She could see it in the way he straightened up as the realisation dawned on him, in the way his penis twitched, in the way he was so obviously trying to hold back showing it in the look on his face. She didn't blame him for it. This was what all straight men wanted. She knew that. Even ones as gallant and thoughtful as Alan had that animal urge inside them.

Inch by inch she approached, crawling like a minx hunting its prey, until finally she perched with hands and knees straddling his legs. His penis was right below her now, stretching out like a tendrils reaching for her. Every neuron in her head was firing. Her head was thumping from the pressure building within. She was about to take it into her mouth. She had ****. She couldn't even fight the Prize Wife compulsion against a man she didn't like. She had no hope of resisting with a man that she loved, that some idealistic part of herself wanted to do this for.

For just a short moment the compulsion held her in place, looking down at the twitching organ as though her own body was sadistically trying to taunt her. Then all at once her head plunged down, her mouth widening to take it in, her tongue immediately getting to work running across Alan's penile flesh.

“Oh fu-... Princess, that feels so good!”

Sophia’s face burned at her lover’s words. She didn’t want to hear that right now. She wanted Alan to feel good, she really did, but this was already difficult enough already without adding sound into the cacophony on her senses.

Her head was moving, immediately working out a steady rhythm as it bobbed up and down on the shaft, her lips never once breaking their perfect seal around it. His dick was in her mouth. She could feel it there, the thick, fleshy masculine presence resting on her tongue like it naturally belonged there. None of this was new to Sophia. It was just like back at the pool lounge. Alan’s member tasted exactly like Declan’s. Their manhoods filled her mouth in just the same way. In her head all of what was happening here got compared to that awful experience. She just couldn’t help it. Declan was her baseline for comparison when it came to sucking cock.

> No! Stop it! That’s disgusting! Stop thinking! Stop thinking!

Sophia hated where her mind went sometimes. Why did she always have to become her own worst enemy whenever times got tough? Sometimes she wished she could turn her own brain off, but that would only make her the empty-headed sex doll the show wanted her to be. No, the only way to keep those memories at bay was to focus on the here and now. The blowjob was only just beginning.

She needed to make it as aesthetically pleasing as possible. That was one of the mods she’d picked up along the way. She hated that having to endure the indignity of taking a penis into her mouth was not enough for the showrunners - part of her brain had been forever altered to prioritise objectifying herself further for whichever man she was debasing herself for. She didn’t have a choice. At least it was for Alan this time, the one person she didn’t mind so much admiring her body.

Though she had no idea what to do, it seemed her body did. Her head tilted back to stare Alan in the eyes. Her back arched in to push her bum up into the air. She rocked forward then stooped down to swing her cock warmers forward and land them in his lap, letting them bulge up lewdly in Alan’s vision. Her whole body had become some smutty display piece.

> C-Cock warmers?! I- Wh- What is going on with me?!

Sophia couldn’t understand it. Why were these filthy names for her tits keep popping up into her head? This couldn’t be a modification. She didn’t remember taking anything like this and she wouldn’t even be able to question it if it was a justified change. This was all her. Was she losing her mind? Had all the pressure put on her from the show broken her brain? She would have simply died of embarrassment if she had called them ‘cock warmers’ out loud.

“Oh… Oh, yeah, that feels so good.”

Once again Sophia’s attention was pulled away before she could dwell too long on her changing vocabulary. Alan was making no secret of how much he was enjoying himself. His moans filled the room like he held no shame. Her body had found an autonomous rhythm as she bobbed up and down on his phallus.

Sophia couldn’t feel the compulsion anymore. She knew it was still there lurking, like a driving instructor ready to step in if she didn’t follow its guidance, but for now it was content letting her feel she was doing this of her own volition. She feared what might happen if she defied it. Perhaps it would simply take the reins again but there was always the chance it would escalate just like Jack and the Control Collar whenever she stepped out of line. She couldn’t take that risk. Even without the urges there guiding her body she had to keep sucking. Even with full faculties of her body given to her she kept on bobbing her head, running her tongue along Alan’s shaft just as the compulsion had shown her.

Their tactic worked. Sophia did feel ten times dirtier driving the blowjob herself, just as the showrunners no doubt intended. The fact that she was fully responsible for every single movement that filled her mouth with the pervy organ, over and over and over again…

“Oh, God, Sophia, that feels amazing! You’re so- fuck, you’re so good at this!”

> Please, Alan, don’t say things like that.

She knew he meant well, trying to cheer her on through something he knew she found distressing, but she didn’t want to hear it. Especially not now that she’d assumed full control of how her body moved. She didn’t want to hear she had natural talent at something so disgusting. She didn’t want cock-sucking to be what people placed at the top of her list of skills. Her face burned up at the idea of it, but she feared all Alan saw was a cute blush at the compliment.

“I love you, Sophia.”

Sophia’s eyes flew open wide. She hadn’t expected those words from Alan at a time like this. Did she really have to say it, now of all times, her mouth full of penis? It felt so dirty, filthying the sanctity of that pure expression with the same mouth slobbering on a phallus. She felt so awful not to return those words though. She always did it without question. She loved Alan so much. The thought of holding that back from him hurt her heart to no end. Lifting her head from his manhood, she put on her biggest, warmest smile to convey the sincerity of her words.

“I love you too, Alan.”

Alan’s penis twitched at that. A tiny pearl of white fluid emerged from the tip. As much as the sight of it sent her gut twisting, she also felt a little bit fuzzy that after all they’d been through that night it was her declaration of love that got such a response from him. Above all though, Sophia was thrilled. The sight of pre-cum meant the time for sucking had come to an end. It was never the intention for Alan to finish, only to warm him up in preparation for the main event.

As she felt the compulsion lift a wave of relief crashed through her body. Sophia didn’t know what it was like to have sex but it couldn’t be worse than the feel of an organ pulsing in her mouth. Her evening could only get better from here.

“Alan, I’m… I think I’m ready.”

The confession brought a fresh blush to Sophia’s face. She never expected to be saying that so soon. The words felt as true as they were ever going to get though. This was never meant to be how she gave her virginity to Alan. It was meant to be special, consummating their union and vows to give themselves over to each other eternally in mind, body and soul. Instead It felt so rushed, like she was being swept along by the tides of that evening completely outside her control.

Perhaps that was for the best though. Ever since she’d decided to commit to this she’d been too busy and blinded by the hormones surging through her veins to let it sink in that she was actually going to have sex for the very first time that night. Any other day the stress would have knocked her sick for hours beforehand, the weight of thinking she was giving in to the perverted visions the world had for her, but today there’d been too much going on to let herself get caught up in that. Today had been a whirlwind of activity and now she was here, riding the high born of her liberated mouth, more turned on than she had ever been in her life, stooped over the naked form of the most loving and handsome man in the world. She was never going to be more ready.

“Oh?… Okay! How, uh… How do you want to do this?”

Alan seemed as sheepish as she did. It was so easy for Sophia to assume she was the least sexually experienced in the room at all times, she often forgot Alan had never been with another woman before he met her. He’d been living out the prime years of his life a virgin out of love for her. Sophia knew full well how much that mattered to a man and it swelled her heart with mutual love for him. Sex could be romantic too. It was so easy to see it as some perverted whimsy of men the way society treated it but even the princesses in her fairy tales became mothers. When the curtains closed they all took their Prince Charmings to bed to let them make a woman of them.

“I… I want you to take the lead, Alan.”

It was easier that way. As ready as she felt she was to join with Alan, she didn’t have it in her to take the lead on something like this. She wanted to be coddled, to feel safe and cared for through this **** moment. She wanted Alan to be the one to take control.

“Oh, um… alright, let’s swap positions.”

“Okay.”

Following Alan’s lead, Sophia shuffled around to take his place on the bed, snuggling into the warmth of the imprint he left there. She spread her legs apart, allowing her beau to kneel in the space between them looking down at her. Though he sat fully naked, his presence there was reassuring to her. She found her eyes tracing along the lines of his abs with a newfound appreciation.

“Should… Should I take your bra off?”

Sophia looked up into her lover's eyes as he asked the question, seeing the same steadfast concern for her she always saw in them. So many of their intimate moments she'd been too shy to take her bra off. It was strange to think that she once considered that one of the harder trials she had to go through. After everything the show had done to her, it seemed so silly that simply showing her lover her tits was something she found so embarrassing. If there was one thing the show had done for her it was putting her into perspective just how weirdly her brain was wired and the degree to which her boob complex had affected her life.

“Yes, Alan. Please… take it off.”

A smile crossed the boy's lips. He knew exactly how comfortable his darling must be in the moment to bare herself to him. She arched her back to give him access to the straps as he leaned in close. Their chests pressed together in a sensual meeting of the soft and firm.

“Sorry. I just- Give me a second.”

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

Their cheeks brushed gently while Alan fumbled with the hooks behind her back with boyish inexperience. It was cute in a way - two young lovers just trying to figure things out, just like the romances she loved to read. The boy always fumbled with the clasp in those stories too. Sophia always anxiously skipped over the scenes that came straight after - the tentative exploration of the girl’s chest - but for some reason she could never seem to explain, there was always something so romantic to her about the first removal of the bra.

And so she was all too happy to let this moment linger. Her last chance to hold Alan near before the big event. Her chance to experience the nervous, clumsy attempt to unwrap the girl that the heroines always found so funny. Sophia could never laugh though, not after she'd had to rely on Lena to dress her.

“I’m so sorry, princess. This is… kinda embarrassing.”

“Don’t be. I like having your arms around me. You’re making your girlfriend feel warm and safe, like any real man would. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of.”

She nuzzled her head against his neck to colour her message with affection, running a hand up the small of his back. After everything he’d done to soothe her for what was to come she wanted to return the favour. She felt his body relax against her touch, his hands regaining some of his usual composure in their attempts to declothe her. She took a second to bask in the atmosphere in these last fleeting moments. The air was filled with Alan’s masculine scent, every breath bearing whispers of the simmering heat that permeated that night. With the way her back was arched her tits bulged against Alan’s chest. Though they filled the entirety of the space between them she for once couldn’t claim that they were in the way.

…Though they could be.

> No, stop that!... I shouldn’t…

The thought crept into her head like an incessant brain worm. Sophia hated the way it made her feel - the relentless hunger, the loss of control over her thoughts and emotions - but she couldn’t deny it had helped her make it through the evening and all the embarrassing things she’d done for Alan, enjoyed them even. The blowjob had cooled her body off. Was her yearning for Alan’s touch going to wane at the crucial moment? Did she not want to enjoy her first time with her darling prince?

…Just a touch more arousal to round out the night…

Her body moved like it was in a trance, pushing herself up the bed, her chest even higher.

“Here, I think I’ve go- Woah, princess!”

Suddenly finding himself with a face full of cleavage Alan fumbled his winning attempt, his hand jerking aside in surprise. Sophia’s boobs were in the way now. Her fat jugs were definitely in the way.

“Mmm, Alan, take it off. Please, take it off!”

“I’m trying! Just… hold still…”

That was easier said than done. It hit her harder than she expected. Being wrapped up in her lover’s body, his bare skin against hers, his presence a gentle protective shroud around her. The manly scent of his sweat-glistened skin was intoxicating. She couldn’t help but squirm under his touch, each impulsive movement burying Alan’s face deeper into her bosom, more and more in his way with every passing second. What was meant to be a controlled hit of arousal was spiralling out of control. There was no escape. With every passing second the heat would surge through her body, turning her into more and more of a quivering mess. How long would she have to endure this, trapped in a spiral of deepening horniness until Alan finally managed to unhook her-

“There. Got it!”

Alan's words reverberated into her bosom, taking her by surprise. Sure enough she felt the tension on her boobs lift as Alan drew his hands from behind her back, strap in each hand. Alan, her hero, had pulled through with all the odds stacked against him. Relief to be spared from the deluge of arousal paradoxically fuelled her desire for him. As he moved to straighten up her instinct was to pull his face back between her boobs. It took all she had to hold herself back.

Alan looked down at the idol of his affection now almost fully uncovered, his gaze tracing the curves of her porcelain jewels, eyes wide and excited like he'd never seen her topless before. He hadn't to be fair, not like this, not with his princess presenting herself so enthusiastically, her chest heaving with barely restrained love and pining for him, her own gaze hungrily devouring his naked form.

“I'll take these off now.”

His hands were on her hips now, ready and itching to peel her knickers down her legs. The state she was in, she couldn't have objected if he just dove right in but he made sure she was okay every step of the way. That deep care for her wellbeing was why she felt comfortable letting herself be **** with him.

“Okay.”

She could see the conviction in his eyes as she gave her approval. Many intimate sessions had she shown Alan her boobs but this would be the first time her panties came down around him. Perhaps even more than her tits, down there lay the true mark of her femininity, and now Alan was to see it for the very first time. This was a big moment for them both.

Alan hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her knickers. Ever so slowly he worked them down the swell of her hip bone. Sophia's breath hitched in her throat. She was so nervous she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Alan was drawing it out as long as he could. The fabric crept little by little down her thighs, threatening to leave her exposed at any second. Sophia watched Alan as his eyes remained glued on her intimates. She couldn't see what was happening down there over her mammary mountains but she would know the second his eyes caught glimpse of her secret treasure.

> Oh God. Oh God. This is really happening! He's going to see me! My Prince is going to see my-

All at once a big smile crossed her lover's face and she knew she was exposed. She could practically feel his gaze as a tingle down below. The secret out, Alan wasted no time in drawing her knickers the rest of the way down her legs in a swift zigzagging motion and casting them aside.

> I'm naked! I'm actually naked in front of him!

The feeling of exposure was nerve-wracking to Sophia, but at the same time it felt so liberating. Years of anxiety and shame had been building up to this very moment when she would finally bare herself completely to the love of her life.

“M-May I?”

Alan looked to her pleadingly, his feelings written all over his face. He wanted to look closer, to study the last remaining bastion of his fiancée that he had never seen before.

“Yes… Yes!”

It was only right he should get to look closer. Lovers were supposed to know every inch of the other's body. Two sides of a single whole. She watched as Alan's head ducked out of her sight behind the swell of her tits, feeling a flush as he moved into her personal space. No man had ever seen what he was seeing now. With a few minutes to look at it he would probably know her special place more than she knew it herself.

“It's beautiful, princess.”

“Th-Thank you, my love. I-I, u-um… Y-Your penis is very beautiful too. It… I-It tastes really nice.”

Sophia's face burned as she felt the need to return the compliment. She couldn't imagine finding a penis attractive, but she too would have to come to know and love every bit of her lover's body. It would be her wifely duty to learn and appreciate every detail of Alan's manhood.

For now though she was laid knees spread with Alan’s head between her legs, increasingly self conscious the longer he dwelled. Sophia had never put much time into studying her own anatomy. The way she masturbated she probably knew less her way around down there than any other woman her age. She felt Alan’s breath tickling her nether, each warm gentle lapping of the air causing it to tingle. Had she wet herself down there again, the way she’d soaked through every pair of panties she’d put on that day? Was Alan seeing that crystal-clear sign of her arousal dripping off her inner thigh? Picturing that made Sophia feel so embarrassed, but a very loud and dominant part of her wanted Alan to know just how turned on she was for him.

“A-Alan… Could we…”

“Oh, sorry. Of course. Let me just lift your legs up a bit…”

With hands on her thighs Alan pushed himself up to straighten until their eyes could once again meet. She could see it in her face just how much he was enjoying this chance to finally become intimate with the love of his life and she hoped he could see that in her. Scooping his arms under her legs he began shimmying forward to close the gap between them, gently lifting them to tuck his own knees underneath. Closer and closer he came, their gazes a smouldering stare in the final moments before their union.

…And then she felt it. The unmistakable pressure of Alan’s member on her crotch, hot and hard and full of his masculine virility. Alan stopped his advance and moved a hand to guide it to line up with her snatch. Sophia’s breath stopped in her lungs. This was it. This was finally it. What she thought she’d have eight more months to prepare herself for, pushed forward by necessity. She was about to finally become one with her love. Alan’s stare turned to one last lingering look of concern.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this Sophia? Absolutely sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“Then say it for me, princess. Tell me what you want me to do.”

> Oh God. He wants me to say it!

Sophia knew exactly what her lover wanted to hear. That horrible, dirty word he knew she didn’t like. He wasn’t doing it to taunt her, just for proof of her commitment.

“F-F-Fuck me, Alan. I want you to fuck me! Make me your woman forever and always!”

“This is going to hurt for a moment, princess. Try to hold on, okay? It will get better.”

And with those final words Alan pushed in. His manhood spread her labia apart as it submerged itself into her. Pain surged through her body as previously undisturbed tissue was **** to grow flexible and yield to the encroaching manly organ. Sophia’s arms splayed to the side to grip the bedsheets beside her in a **** bid to vent the discomfort. Further and further he entered her, the pain only stopping when she finally felt his pubic hairs tickling her crotch.

“Is that too much? Do you need me to stop for a bit? That was just the feeling of everything stretching since you’ve never had anything down there before. I promise it won’t be like that in the future.”

Alan must have seen the pain written on her face, his own expression coloured with innocent worry for her. That beautiful face was enough to make up for any amount of discomfort.

“I’m okay, my love. Don’t worry about me.”

He wasn’t aware she’d been ‘stretched’ out that afternoon - a toy she’d used for the very first time in her intimacy training. This pain was nothing compared to what she’d felt then. This time she was turned on, her passage slick and ready to take Alan into her. She also knew from back then how much better it would feel as things went on.

“Alright, I’m going to start moving now. Tell me if it ever feels uncomfortable, okay, and I’ll stop right away.”

“It does feel… a little bit. I want you to do it though. Don’t worry about me, Alan. I want you to enjoy yourself. That would make me happier than anything.”

“A-Ah. I won’t disappoint you. Tell me when it stops hurting, okay?”

Testing the waters Alan started with slow thrusts, pulling away and back into her with the same deliberate **** he had entered her with. Her body shook under the **** it imparted, her knockers bearing the brunt of the motion as they bobbed back and forth on her chest like waves on the ocean. The pain damping with every push, Sophia bent her arms up to brace against the bed. The whole time she looked up at the man towering above her, losing herself in the depths of those beautiful blue eyes of the man she loved.

This was it. She was finally having sex, giving up a part of herself she held so precious for so many years, breaking through a barrier she once thought she would never so much as want to overcome. She had no regrets. Not with Alan. Not after her friend had gone through so much effort to make their first time feel special. For the first time since coming on the show Sophia felt like what she was doing was absolutely right.

And the icing on the cake was her Bolt-ons. Alan had entered inside of her. No matter what happened now they would be shaped to his heart’s desire next time he ejaculated. Never again would she have to deal with the absurdity of these big fake melons. Alan would shrink them down again, perhaps beyond what he had first met her with. It would be so nice to live with an average bosom. Not having to suffer the attention of countless pervs in her everyday life. She was so excited for those days to come to an end.

“It feels good now, Alan. It’s not hurting anymore.”

“It feels good for me too. I’m so happy I get to do this with you. I’m… I’m going to speed up now.”

“Yes, do it!”

“You got it!”

There was the briefest of pauses as Alan repositioned, leaning in towards her as he prepared to drive his hips with greater vigour. Then all at once he was at it, thrusting like someone had blown the whistle on a 100m dash. Gone was the careful, gentle precision of his earlier strokes. Now raw, messy, passionate penetrations stirred up her insides.

Bolt-ons advanced to level 2 - please choose a perk

[Enhancement Enthusiast] - Sophia can only express enthused positivity over getting her fake tits, subtly influencing opinions towards breast implants of anyone who hears. She will attempt to convince her bridesmaids to get some themselves whenever the topic arises.

[Hot Topic] - Material Sophia produces for students to read will include suggestive images of her, customised for the subject of the material. She will be more frequently tasked to produce such material.

[BE Model] - Sophia’s breasts will automatically swell to make any clothing worn appear one size too small, occurring when she first has an audience after putting them on (this cannot make them shrink).

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Oh? I wasn’t expecting to gain a level in the middle of getting fucked. Not that I’m complaining; what a disappointing way to lose our virginity. Why couldn’t we give it to someone who knows how to rail a bitch? This lovey-dovey ‘Is this okay?’ crap is sickening. Who cares what we think! Just grow a spine and ram it in us! Fuck dolls don’t get a say in it.

…Alright, alright. I need to calm down and think this through. Those are some wordy options. Just what I like to see. Looks like our plastic tits are getting an upgrade this time. I guess with Alan imminently getting to reshape them they got a ton of experience.

…Ugh, he’s really gonna shrink them down again, isn’t he? Fuck that! Just as the other me was starting to accept her place as a fat-titted freak. Enjoy your little victories, Sophia. By the end of the show these slutty fuckmelons will be a permanent fixture of our body.

-Please ch- Ow, fuck, yes, I know. Give me a second to think. I guess option three could help regain some of the mass we’re about to lose. But what, though? A cup size or two that goes away when we take off our top? It’s not enough. Compared to what she’s been through today, wearing tight tops with small boobs is barely going to phase us.

That leaves one and two. Two is certainly hitting some checkmarks. Our body deserves to be seen and enjoyed by people all across the Uni, and the shame of having to produce and distribute that scandalous material myself. Mmm. Of course, that gives us so many opportunities to flex that Picture Perfect compulsion as well. Every sheet we make would be sluttier than the last!

Option one is just too perfect, though. Finally the chance to start turning my friends into bimbo fuckdolls like me. Just imagine it. My mouth betrays me, telling my friends how wonderful my life is with fake tits over and over every time I see them, my words a little more convincing each time. The whole time I’m trapped in my own body, unable to do anything but watch as I snare those sluts in a deeper and deeper web. With enough insistence even frigid, flat-chested Farah can be pressured into getting them. She’ll probably start out small at first but I won’t relent. I’ll keep telling her to get them bigger and bigger until they could swallow up her head, and then prim and proper sexless Farah Dixon will have **** but to live with the body of a shameless porn star just like me.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia can only express enthused positivity over getting her fake tits, subtly influencing opinions towards breast implants of anyone who hears. She will attempt to convince her bridesmaids to get some themselves whenever the topic arises.

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 2…

[BE Model] - Any of Sophia's trips to a medical profesional will be accompanied by a visual and physical exam of her breasts and an implant booster administered via injection. - [NORMALITY]

[Hot Topic] - Sophia's 'fetish' for titfucking will become an open secret readily discussed among her bridesmaids, who will believe it to be a major reason behind her getting her implants.

[Boob Doll] - People sleeping or resting near Sophia will feel obliged to use her boobs as a pillow and Sophia can never deny them this. - [SIREN]

Inversion - maintaining Sapphire personality

Another one? I truly am blessed. I'll have to take full advantage of this luck while it lasts. I can easily imagine a streak without cascades or inversions or critical hits.

Let's see. The options are all really nice this time. I wish I could take them all. The SIREN trap especially makes the third one interesting. Pervs would always know they can get away with resting their head on my tits. It's probably the tamest here though and I really want to push through something spicy.

Option two fits so nicely with the last one I took. I can just imagine how embarrassing our next meetup at the Acre will be with those two working in combination. I want to see the look on Amy and Farah's face when they learn that truth.

Option one had so much potential too. Even medical visits wouldn't be enough to spare me from being groped and ogled. Plus the humiliation of having our boobs jabbed with a needle to make them grow. That could certainly help make up for the mass I'm losing… Again, though, it's still not enough. We see the doctor like, what? Every other month, at most. Perhaps Doctor Reeves might count for another couple of times? Then Sophia can just come home, have sex with Alan and undo all the progress we made. What an infuriating loophole. I hope Jack does something to seal it up. For now, though, I think option two is the way to go.

Option 2 selected.

Sophia's 'fetish' for titfucking will become an open secret readily discussed among her bridesmaids, who will believe it to be a major reason behind her getting her implants.

“Ooh.”

“You… You like that, princess? You want me to… keep going?”

“Keep going! Don’t stop!”

The air was like a furnace around the two lovers. Sweat dripped from Alan’s body to meet Sophia’s own. His voice was breathy and ragged as he put everything he had into their lovemaking. Over and over she heard the wet slap as his member drove into her.

The sensation was so weird to Sophia, so similar to how the hard plastic dildo had plunged into and yet so different. It felt more intimate, more natural to her body’s design, much better overall to be coming from her handsome lover, and yet… it wasn’t quite hitting the same. The Collar had known just the right spots to hit when it took control of her, bouncing on that dildo, to **** her body to sing with mounting pleasure. Alan’s sex was spirited but crude. Only every few thrusts did he find those same spots. It was entirely on her that he lacked that experience of course, and with time no doubt he would gain the skills and learn to bring her ecstasy like no dildo ever could. She just wanted their first time to feel as special as their love did…

Fortunately there was one more way to bring her orgasm, one much more tuned than her underdeveloped slit and one Alan was much more used to handling.

“Play with my tits, Alan! Feel my filthy cum pillows!”

> Wha-?!

So startled Sophia was by the dirtiest words to come from her mouth yet that she missed her lover’s response, only snapping out when he leaned in to do as she said.

“Ah!”

The difference was as night and day. Alan’s touch was like lightning on her needy body once again and this time she had no reason nor excuse not to indulge it to the ****.

“Feel me more, Alan! Squeeze my fat, dirty cock warmers!”

She couldn’t explain the words spilling from her lips but the shame only kindled the fire burning in her chest. She wanted more. More! She wanted Alan’s fingertips sinking into her skin, ribbing every pleasure receptor buried in her bosom. She wanted her tits encompassed by his strong, manly hands. She wanted him to give her that same sharp spike of ecstasy arching down her spine as when Heather twisted her nipples.

Her body hummed in unison. Pleasure reverberated through every nerve from her tits down to her nether, deepening the sensitivity of both. So wet she was now she barely felt anything down there, but what she did feel was a sweet symphony backing in perfect synchrony the orchestra of euphoria up top. This was what she’d been putting off all these years, getting to share this perfect sense of bliss with her beloved?

“I’m so close! Harder! Do it harder!”

She moaned out loud in a pitiful whimper, begging her love to squeeze her tits enough to send her reeling over the edge. That wasn’t what he heard though. With a heavy grunt he redoubled his effort, thrusting into her with enough **** to send the whole bed shaking, his face straining as he tried to hold himself back.

“I love you, Sophia.”

“I love you too, Alan. I love you so much! I’m ready to finish. Squeeze my tits, Alan. Squeeze them hard and make me cum!”

Getting the message at last, the man finally pressed his fingers in to give her boobs the rough treatment they’d been begging for. A jolt shot out to hit every nerve in her body as Sophia willed it to push her over the edge.

“I’m cumming, Alan. I’m Cumming!”

“Fuck!... I’m…”

The orgasm hit Sophia’s body like a truck. Many times she’d been made to endure sexual pleasure since being on the show but none of it she’d wanted anything like this. She let the feeling wash over every inch of her body as her hips spasmed from the stimulus. Only vaguely was she aware of what Alan was doing, sharply pulling out of her as her contractions **** on him an orgasm of his own. He twisted his body, trying to aim his shots over the bedsheets away from his girlfriend’s body. The first string splashed over Sophia’s thigh but she was in no state of mind to care.

Moments later Alan collapsed beside her on the clean side of the bed, letting out deep breaths as he recovered from the exertion. Sophia was on a cloud, her body humming in post-orgasmic bliss, and now the best part was before her. Her boobs were about to shrink. Already she was saying a much welcomed farewell to them in her head.

> Oh, God. I can feel it. It’s starting!

Right on cue she felt the heat rising in her chest, a sensation all too familiar to the times they’d been **** to grow. She was in prime position to watch it happen, her naked bosom resting right in front of her face. Any size lost at all was a win in Sophia’s book, but she was so excited to see how much smaller they’d become. It was the perfect way to cap off such an unexpectedly magnificent evening.

Ever so slowly it started. She felt the skin start to move as it rolled into itself, an exact mirror of the process that had given them their mass. Little by little she waited with baited breath as her boobs started to shed their mass. Ever so slowly at first but she knew it would pick up the longer it went. With growing excitement she watched as the first half an inch vanished from their circumference. Little by little they shrunk, and then…

…And then it stopped.

So unexpected was it to Sophia that she didn’t even process it did. For seconds she stared at her bosom waiting for the next increment before realising it was never going to happen.

The heat was fading from her chest. Her boobs sat unmoving with just the slightest of changes to their form.

> ………Huh?

This had to be some kind of mistake. Her implants were supposed to change to fit the heart’s desire of whoever she had sex with. Alan wasn’t like those hordes of pervs that only saw her for her boobs. He loved her as a person in spite of them. He knew how much trouble and strife her big tits had caused her throughout her life. He would want her to have the smaller bosom she had always dreamed of.

No, this had to be a trick! Some horrible, disgusting trick the show was playing on her, refusing to let her have the smaller bosom she was due. Jack had lied to her! He was cheating! Stacking the game against her so she could never win no matter what she did. It wasn’t fair! Having sex with Alan was supposed to shrink her boobs. Alan didn’t want her like this! He wasn’t that kind of man! He didn’t! He didn’t! When he approached her to speak in the Student Union that fateful day, it wasn’t because…

“Alan!”

“Wha-... What is it, honey?”

Alan startled at her voice. He was laid on his back, half-dreary and gasping for breath as his weary body recovered, but he jolted up at her words, hearing the urgency within.

“What made you talk to me at the Student Union?”

“P… Princess? I don’t… I-... When do you-… What are you talking about?”

“Tell me, Alan. That first day when we met at the SU, what made you talk to me? Was it because of my tits?”

“Because of your…?”

Gears were slowly starting to turn again in Alan’s head. He muttered to himself as he tried to process what was happening before his eyes locked with Sophia’s. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him what she was saying and his expression shifted to one of concern.

“Princess, I… I wanted to tell you.”

Sophia’s heart dropped like a stone at the words. This couldn’t be happening. There had to be some misunderstanding going on between them.

“Then tell me. Please.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Fighting his exhaustion, Alan straightened up to face her.

“I’ve, uh… I’ve always had a thing for busty girls, princess… Very busty, I mean. My friends knew about it too. Declan, he often, uh… teased me on it. One day we were in the SU and he saw… Well, he saw you, and he dared me to go ask for your number… That was the real reason I came over to talk to you.

“But then when we started talking I really started to like you. I didn’t want to try for a one-night-stand like my friends had dared me. I wanted to get to know you! The closer we got though, the more I learned about the struggles you have with your breasts. I felt so guilty that that was what attracted me to you in the first place. I wanted to tell you the truth but it kept getting harder and harder with each passing day. I was scared of how much it would hurt you.”

“I… I see.”

Tears welled in Sophia’s eyes as she struggled to contain them. It was exactly her worst fear. It wasn’t a lie. Even the man who loved her more than anything in the world saw her first as a pair of tits. That was all society saw her as. There was no escaping it. Even the man she loved more than the world was only drawn to her first for the swell of her ridiculous melons.

“I’m sorry, princess…”

The moment their eyes met the dams broke completely. Tears began rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, staining her face with eyeliner. It wasn’t Alan’s fault of course. Not for having preferences. Not having eyes to see what was on open display for the whole world to see. Alan was a gentleman. He made her feel like she was more than just a perv’s wet dream. That was why this hurt so much.

“I’m sorry, Alan. I need to go. I… I can’t stay here.”

She felt so **** and exposed. This wasn’t how she was meant to feel with Alan, not in the afterglow of celebrating their first union. Why had the show done this to her? What was meant to be sexy about crying after sex? She needed to cover up. She needed to get out of here. She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide away from every pair of eyes until all these feelings went away.

Alan made no move to stop her as she got up, scrambling for her underwear to put back on. Her hands were shaking. It was tough to get the clasp done on her bra behind her back. Neither of them spoke as she did. She didn’t dare to look back, fearing she would break into sobbing if she saw Alan’s face. She just needed space, time to settle her thoughts, but she just couldn’t see him right now. In the heavy silence she pushed out the door to the room where Heather was staying.

“Hm?... So… Sophia?... What’s up? What was all that just now? It was intense.”

The girl stirred as she came in, squinting dreamily from the half-sleep she was in. Sophia didn’t answer right away, crashing down into the bed beside her friend, burying her face in Heather’s shoulder. Her tears were falling freely now. Her body trembled with every sniffle.

“Alan started dating me for my tits.”

It was all she could manage. Heather lay processing the words for a moment before realising what her friend was saying.

“What? You mean… Oh my God, So, I’m so sorry! Come here. Come here!”

Immediately sensitive to her best friend’s fragile state of mind, Heather twisted around to welcome Sophia into her arms. Sophia accepted the invitation to settle in, flinching as the girls’ bosom pressed against each other - a reflex her friend picked up on.

“Oh, Sophia, my sweet, it’s okay. What happened? How did you hear about that? Did Alan tell you?”

“We… He… He told me his friend dared him to chat up the girl with the biggest boobs in the room. That was the only reason he spoke to me. Even with the man I love I can’t escape the fact I’m nothing but a pair of big filthy cum pillows.”

“Hey hey hey! Stop it, Sophia! Don’t talk about yourself like that. That’s not true at all! You’re an incredible woman and I know Alan thinks so too. He tells me all the time. Every time you’re out of earshot he’s gushing about what an amazing girlfriend he’s got.”

“I… I just-”

“I know, So. It hurts. I know what it's like to feel like nobody cares about you as a person. I know what it feels like to think all your worth as a person stems from one specific aspect of you, but it's not true. You’re more than just your breasts and anyone who thinks otherwise is not worth thinking about at all… I’m here for you, So. It’s okay to cry… That’s it. Let it all out. You’ll feel so much better, I promise… Come here. That’s it. Get comfortable. Take as long as you need to let all those tears out.”

With a hand around Sophia’s head Heather gently welcomed her friend closer onto the bed, her path dictated by what the shapes of their bodies allowed. Bare skin pressed and rubbed together. Sophia couldn’t care less about how it looked. All she wanted was for her friend to hold her. Her position placed her laid on her front, head resting on Heather's chest, arm scooping up one of Heather’s boob to bury her face in for warmth and comfort as it caught her tears.

“That’s it, babe. Let it all out.”

For several minutes she continued to sob, persistent horrible thoughts circling through her mind about all the ways her fat tits ruled over her life and every single relationship she’d ever formed with another human being. Even her lover and best friend were swept up by her big tits’ influence in their own separate ways. The show wasn’t responsible for any of that. All it had done was show her what she’d been willfully blind to all this time. Over and over those dark thoughts swirled about inside her head.

It wasn’t possible to stay sad forever though. With every tear that fell a little more of her sorrow faded away with it. Sophia was exhausted now, the events of that long day having finally caught up to her. The more she thought the less she wanted to think. Heather’s body was so cosy and warm, radiating a comfort Sophia clung to like an infant to its mother. Eventually the final tear drop completed its journey, drying on her cheek as Heather ran slow, gentle fingertips over her hair.

“There there. Does that feel better now?”

“Mmhm.”

Sophia nodded shallowly, nuzzling her face against her friend’s bosom. She’d cried all that she was able to. Though she did feel a lot better for it, her body was still tense. She wanted nothing more than to let it all go and sink into the inviting tides of sleep.

“You’re comfortable there, aren’t you? Hehe. See, big boobs aren’t all bad. They make a really nice pillow… They’re so comforting and warm, just like you are as a person, So… Anyway, we’ll talk about it once you feel better in the morning, okay? How about you just lie there and I whisper to you for a bit until you fall asleep? Like those ASMR videos. You ever listen to those? I sometimes do when I want to feel sleepy.”

“Thank you, Heather.”

“Don’t be silly. You’ve nothing to thank me for. We’re just two girls looking out for each other…”

“Yeah…”

Already the sleepiness was setting in as Heather’s soothing breathy whispers filled her ears. This was the feeling Sophia had wanted to end the night on - safe, warm and cosy pressed up against another’s body, though this chest was so much softer than the one she’d intended to sleep on.

“I borrowed a bra from you by the way. It felt… a little weird sleeping without anything on. You must have gotten changed a few times, did you? My body kept on moving on its own to take it off and put it back on. It made it pretty difficult to sleep, hehe… We’re, uh… We’re really gonna have to figure something out about that. Make sure we sync up our showers and stuff in the future. We’ll figure it out tomorrow.

“I’ll be doing my first stream tomorrow too. I’m kinda nervous. I don’t really know why I’m doing it to be honest. I’ve never thought about doing anything like this before but now I feel like it's something I just have to do. I’m not sure exactly how it will work yet but I’ve got this whole idea forming about my streamer persona and everything. You know how content creators sort of play up a character that’s not really themselves… Yeah, I’ve no idea to be honest. It’s like someone else is putting these ideas into my-...”

Silence fell over the bedroom for a moment as Heather trailed off.

“Uh… So, are you… playing with yourself… You know I can feel that too, right?”

“...Huh?... What do you- O-Oh?”

Her friend’s strange words stirred Sophia from her slumber. She started to ask Heather what she was talking about before realising the girl was exactly right. Somehow without realising it her hands had snaked their way up under her bra and begun massaging her own boobs.

“I’m sorry, Heather. I didn’t-”

“No no no, relax, Sophia. It’s okay… I get it. You’ve had a rough night. A lot of people masturbate to relieve stress. I do it sometimes too. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I, u-uh…”

That was easier said than done. Her hands continued their massage, unable to stop now that she’d been caught unless Heather invited her to. She’d completely forgotten about this nervous habit she’d been given. It felt disturbingly comforting and natural to run her hands across her boobs like this, even as embarrassing as it was to play with them in front of her friend so soon after the trauma they had caused her. She must have looked like some kind of addict, yet Heather was treating her so tenderly on account of the ordeal she’d been through that night.

“Listen, So… How about I take care of that for you? You need to get some rest. If this is what you need to fall asleep then… let me take care of it, alright?”

“H-Heather… You don’t need to-”

“It’s fine. You did the same for me when I was stressing out. I’d still be a nervous wreck right now if you hadn’t done that for me, and somehow I just know that won’t be the last time it happens. What kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t return the favour?”

“I… I guess.”

What Heather was saying wasn’t wrong. They’d already groped each other to orgasm that evening in the name of helping Heather destress. Wasn’t refusing here the same as admitting what they’d done wasn’t right, after all she’d said convincing Heather that there was nothing wrong with friends helping each other out like that? Would saying no make her the girl self conscious about what they’d already done?

“Alright then. It’s settled. Roll over.”

With uncertainty Sophia moved to comply with her best friend’s instruction, turning onto her back to allow the blonde to take her place. How weird it was that she simply went along with it. This was just a new norm for their friendship she guessed - groping each other for stress relief in a pure non-sexual way. She wondered if any other pair of girl friends in the world had that form of relationship.

“You just lay back and rest, So. I’ll work all that tension out so you can fall straight to sleep.”

Their positions were reversed now, Heather resting with a head on her friend’s bosom. She gently rolled one strap down Sophia’s shoulder, working one boob from its casing to expose to the open air. Sophia’s heart was beating faster. This was such a distortion of their friendship, and yet she didn’t want to fight it. All she wanted was to lay back and let Heather take care of her. This was all an expression of love and trust between friends, an extension of their bonding ritual. There was nothing weird about it.

“You like them being squeezed, don’t you, So? I won’t do it too hard… just enough to feel nice… Just relax, okay. Let me take care of you…”

“I don’t…”

‘...Like them squeezed’ she wanted to say. They were delicate parts of her, not some pervert’s squeeze toy to be manhandled. That’s what she wanted to say, but could she really? After all the times she’d begged that day for someone to squeeze them harder. After that same rough treatment was what she needed to make her orgasm twice. Was her body pervier than she thought it was?

“Shshsh. Close your eyes and relax. I’ll do this as long as it takes for you to fall asleep, okay? No need to think about things anymore.”

With that Heather started her massage, pushing her fingertip ever so lightly into Sophia’s boob, pressing the skin between her fingers. Rough enough to exert a comforting pressure but not enough to rouse her from the growing tides of sleep.

“There there. Doesn’t that feel nice? You’re doing so well, my sweet. Forget about everything else. It’s just you and me and this warm, comfortable bed.”

Heather’s voice was dreamy and slow, as though she was fighting off the urge to sleep herself. It felt so cosy, Sophia hated to admit. Her lips curled up unknowingly into the slightest smile. She felt a tug behind her eyelids nipping at her consciousness. A dull pleasure hummed through her body loosening up each of her muscles in turn.

“So sleepy, So. So tired. No more thoughts. Just sleep.”

Sophia couldn’t fight it any longer. Heather’s whispers were so soothing, her fingers felt nice sinking into her boobs. Her body and mind were exhausted. It had been such a long day, full of ups and downs. It was finally time for her to sleep… time to sleep… time to…

Solemn quiet filled the air. Rows of faces watched Sophia from the pews. Alan was there in front of her, dressed to the nines in his fitted suit. Joy swelled up in her heart to see him like this here on their wedding day.

“Do you, Sophia Clarice Baxley, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health?”

The officiant was speaking somewhere off to the side but Sophia only had eyes for Alan. His own eyes were beautiful, sparkling blue. She could get lost in them for days.

None of what she’d been through had been real. It had all been a dream; a terrible nightmare. A show that cruelly altered a woman’s body and mind? No, such a thing never existed. The proof was in her dress. The same ‘modest’ boobs she’d always had. She’d never appreciated them as much as she did right now.

But that was all behind her now. This was to be the happiest day of her life, one that defined her and her beloved’s life together forever. She couldn’t keep Alan waiting any longer. She was ready to embrace him, to take their relationship to another level.

“I do!”

…

…

…

The moment the words came out something seemed to change, like the whole air had gotten heavier around the church. Alan’s brilliant blue eyes, that were her anchor, looked down and her own attention followed.

Her boobs were out, exposed to the air and everyone around her. Instinctively she moved to cover up but it felt like her arms were moving through treacle. No matter how far she lifted them they never seemed to move from her side. ‘Alan!’ she wanted to call out but the sound died in her throat. What was going on? What was happening to her!?

Then she recognised the dress she was in. The same skimpy piece she’d worn at the studio. Eyes wide her hands shot to her throat to find the familiar unbreaking lace choker wrapped around her neck.

“Excuse me, ‘princess’. We’re in the middle of something here.”

> That voice?!

She turned to the pastor and was immediately met with that cruel, hungry gaze she knew all too well.

“Though I guess this isn’t the proper form for a wench like you” Jack sneered at her. “Time to give our groom his wedding gift. How would you like them, sir?”

“Bigger.”

> Alan, no!

She tried to call out but that very moment she felt something fill her mouth. A strap tied around her head as the gag settled into place. She tried lifting her hands to remove it only to find them tied behind her back, ropes wrapped all around her arms and chest to accentuate her tits. She was trapped in place, completely helpless.

“Very good choice, sir. We’ll get them pumped right up to suit your tastes.”

With a snap from Jack it began. The feeling she hated most in the world. The nauseating sensation of her boobs swelling in size, extending further and further out from her body and into the sight of every individual watching from the pews.

But they weren’t the only things growing. Hair flowed down to her lower back, its dark hues fading to a beach blonde as it went. Around the gag her lips inflated into plush pillows. Her dress tightened as her lower body strained against the fabric. Her body was transforming into the very picture of a bimbo, a pervert’s wet dream.

“Do you, Alan Lawson, take these tits to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold whenever you should like.”

The kindness was gone from Alan’s eyes now. He gleamed at her the same way every other man did, like a hunk of sexy meat to be devoured. Not one person in the church saw her as human with feelings, but as a pair of tits to be offered out and owned by one lucky man.

“I do.”

His words spurred one final burst of growth from her chest, sending an orgasmic fit of pleasure through her body that had her squirming in her ropes.

“You may now fuck the bride.”

She watched as Alan took a step back, loosening his fly to release his manhood right there at the altar. Her eyes opened wide. He really did that here? In front of everyone they knew!?

…And yet no one seemed to care. She could feel it. All their gazes were on her and her alone, judging every little thing she did, thinking what a slut she was for subjecting herself to this objectification. She could feel their thoughts like a relentless pressure pushing down on her. She knew that going along with Jack’s instruction would be to brand herself a whore in front of her friends and family and everyone she knew, just like Catalina had.

…And yet she couldn’t help it. From the moment she set eyes on Alan’s member she was trapped. That same familiar urge to swallow the phallus up between her hefty jugs, a primal urge deep inside her growing stronger with every passing second. An urge to kneel, an urge to service, an urge to be used like the sex doll the world wanted her to be.

Alan made no move to initiate. No one was going to push her into the act that showed the world what a slutty bimbo whore she was. She was going to do that to herself.

She barely put up a fight. Once she’d accepted the inevitability of it, it all drained out of her completely. It was like she was being pulled along on rails, stepping forward and dropping to her knees at the feet of the man now married to her tits. How could she have let this happen? Why was Alan treating her like this? The questions slipped from her mind the moment they formed. Everything was a blur. Nothing made sense and yet her mind just accepted it as truth.

It might have seemed like what came next would be difficult without her hands to help but this was exactly what her fun bags were built for. The moment Alan’s manhood slipped between them they pressed in so tight around it she doubted she had the strength to pull them away.

“She’s finally showing her real self.”

“I always knew she was a secret slut.”

“How disgraceful, doing that in a place of worship.”

Jeers and catcalls erupted from the pews, shaming her for her scandalous behaviour. She recognised every voice. Her friends, her co-workers, even her closest family members calling out and disavowing her. Every word of it seemed to echo in the empty space around her, a cacophony of disgust that stung deeply to her core. How far she had fallen, to lose every scrap of dignity she had ever accrued.

> Serve his dick. It’s the only way to drown out the voices.

Words spoke to her in her head, offering a means of salvation. They were right. She needed something, anything to pull her mind away from the hurtful words, but all she had was the dick between her tits. If that was what it took then so it would have to be. She would empty her mind, dissociate from everything, and play her role as booby fuck doll for her husband’s cock. Staring up into Alan’s cold blue eyes she began to bounce on her knees, focusing on the sensation supplied by the penis sliding between them to escape the heavy weight of judgement. She imagined it was someone else piloting her body and she was only seeing herself through a window, but deep in her heart she knew she was wholly responsible for her own whorish actions.

Up and down, up and down, she ignored the piercing stares and disparaging remarks as she focused all her efforts on bobbing smoothly along the length of Alan’s shaft. Ropes held her arms together firmly behind her but she had no need of them. Her tits produced enough grip and pressure on their own. All she had to do was provide the motion. That was all she was needed for in this union. If she could just put her full attention into it she could phase out the world around her and imagine she was somewhere far away from here.

That wasn’t to be…

“Woo, Fifi! Keep it up! Show them all what a sexy slut you are.”

“You’re doing great, sis, making Alan feel so good with your milkers.”

As if from nowhere she heard the voices of her friends. As she turned her head to look they were right there, but her brows raised in shock to see their appearance.

The show had gotten to them too. Their bodies were just like hers, sculpted to fit a pervert’s fantasy. Inflated lips, tits and bums, all four of them, each wearing matching dresses, lipstick and mascara in their favourite colours. Green for bottom-heavy Heather with her boob-linked bosom; purple for Lena beaming in pride; pink for Farah whose jugs looked most ridiculous dominating her petite frame; and red for Amy with the curviest body of all, tits like boulders on her chest dribbling milk, and lips too inflated to close leaking drool down her chin. All had the rims of their dresses pulled down, proudly putting their heavy knockers on exhibit for the world to see, and the hems of their dresses hiked up, touching themselves as they watched her in a shocking display of debauchery.

> No no no! What have they done to you?!

She wanted to scream but all that came out was moans around her gag.

> They’ve just become what they were always meant to be. We’ll be joining them soon.

There it was again. The voice in her head. It sounded just like her own, but it couldn’t be her. She would never think something like that.

“You’re putting on such a good show, Sophia. The new body really suits you. Show everyone the kind of girl you really are.”

> No, Farah… I’m not… This isn’t who I am!

She wasn’t some plastic blonde with a body built only for sex. She was… She was…

> Why can’t I remember?!

Trying to think back was like swimming through jelly. Her head was filled with fog. Every time she tried to summon a vision of who she was, all that came up was her current obscene body. Th-That couldn’t be right!

> It is right. This is all that we are. Or something like it. Whatever the audience demands. We only exist to meet their fantasies.

> Stop it! Stop talking! You’re not me!

“Seems I was right…”

Another voice cut through the cacophony of noises. There was Liam, seated in the audience a few rows back. His voice still reached her clearly despite the distance.

“You get off on trying to be a good girl but deep down you’re the biggest pervert of all. You’re loving every second of this.”

> No. No, you’re wrong!

> If he’s wrong then why aren’t we stopping this? Why is this making us so wet? Being objectified and humiliated in front of everyone we know? Showing everyone what a whore this good girl is? Why does that make us so horny?

> I-It doesn’t! I don’t-

She wanted to deny it but right then another figure stepped up out of nowhere. Alan looked aside and clasped a hand on his best friend’s back.

“How about it, Dec? I’ve seen you eying her lips. Let’s break her in together.”

“You bet.”

> What do you-… No! Nonono, not again! Why is this happening?!

Alan started moving back, waddling until the back of his knees hit a surface that hadn’t been there a moment ago, before lowering himself to lay back. The whole time her tits never once left their place wrapped around his cock. She scrambled awkwardly to her feet then hobbled along slouched down low so his manhood would never have to leave her bosom’s warmth. As they reached their final position she stood legs straight and bent at the waist, her body parallel with Alan’s horizontal position. Declan walked casually with them, unzipping his fly as he went. She knew what was coming and dreaded its arrival.

It happened without ceremony. The second she was settled Declan abruptly turned and thrust into her mouth, the gag vanishing in an instant without a moment of concern for it. She was in too great a shock to feel her mouth violated again. It didn’t feel real to her. As one the men began to buck their hips, thrusting into her lips and tits without a word of warning. The sensation was too much for her. She felt part of her brain clouding over at the overstimulation.

“What a whore. I never thought for a moment she was like this but I guess the sweetness was a facade.”

“I knew it all along. The way she always blushes when you mention her tits she was obviously a secret freak.”

“Yeah, I should have seen this coming when she chose to make them even bigger. She was never happy without every pair of eyes on them.”

“-horny slut-”

“-trashy perv-”

“-dumb whore-”

The voices from the pews were back and stronger than ever. Her ears picked out every one of the harshest words sent her way. She couldn’t escape them.

> Wh-Why? Why is this happening to me?

> Because this is what we were made for. This is what we were meant to be!

> S-Stop it… You’re… You’re not me…

> Oh, but I am. I’m the part you’ve been denying all along.

“Listen to it, So” Heather’s voice spoke up from behind. “That voice is part of you. The real you.”

“It’s in our blood, sis. Shameful, bimbo slutcows are what our family are.”

“No,” Farah interjected. “It’s what we all are, empty-headed fuckdolls destined to debase ourselves for the worship of cock.”

“Join us, babe,” came Lena. “Accept what you are and we can all be bimbos together. Accept that this is where you belong.”

> I… b-belong?...

> Even our friends think so too. We wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would we? We don’t HATE them, do we?

> No… No!...

> Who knows us better than our own best friend? Than our own dear sister? Than the people we confide everything in? They all see what we truly are. Unless they’re all LYING to us?! Unless they’re all HORRIBLE BITCHES trying to trick us?!

> No!... They’re not liars!...

> Then listen to what they’re telling us. Listen and accept the truth of what we are.

“Our purpose is to be bred like good submissive sluts.”

“Our minds and bodies are nothing but toys to be shaped for man’s sexual pleasure.”

“Shame and embarrassment just mean you’re fulfilling your role of pleasing men.”

“You can join us, babe. Just admit you only exist to worship cock.”

> We want to join them, don’t we? We want to be with our friends? We don’t want to be ALONE?

> Want to be with them…

> Then we’re READY to accept it. We’re READY to admit the truth we’ve been denying all this time.

> I… I…

> Yes, yes! Admit it or we will never be able to see our friends again.

> I… I only exist to worship cock…

> Again!

> I only exist to worship cock!

> More! MORE!

> I’m a shameful bimbo slutcow! An empty-headed fuckdoll! My mind and body are toys to be shaped. My purpose is to be bred like a good submissive slut. Shame is proof of fulfilling my role in pleasing men. I only exist to worship cock!

It felt so good to admit it. The feeling of pink puffy clouds filled her body as she did, charging her skin with erogenous sensitivity everywhere they touched. Last of all they reached her head, cleaning her brain out of any bad feelings or big thoughts. All the complicated words that made up those nasty thoughts that made her so unhappy all the time were starting to pop one by one.

She’d done a good thing and now she could be with her friends forever and ever. That made her so happy. All she had to do was serve cocks with all her heart. It really was that easy. Why did she make it so hard on herself? All her friends could see that was what her sexy body was made for. Serving cocks, serving cocks, serving cocks!

Like she was doing right now. Sucking Declan’s wiener with her big, puffy lips and pleasuring Alan’s dick with her big, juicy melons. All that stuff made her feel so embarrassed, but now she knew that was a good thing! The more shamed she felt, the better she was doing at worshiping cock and the happier that made her!

There was more she could do though. Silly her had just been sitting there letting the men do all the work. She had to fix that right now! Quickly she began pushing her head along Declan’s cock while bouncing up and down on Alan’s. Boing, boing, boing, sluuuuuuuurp! Her heavy fuck pillows bobbled all along Alan’s manly shaft. Her lewd tongue lapped at Declan’s swollen meat.

Her eagerness was too much for them. Their cocks immediately began to throb and quiver in unison, one spraying her tits with its nasty, sticky seed, the other blasting it straight into her mouth. She almost pulled back at the yucky taste of it but she managed to stop herself. That taste was her prize for being a good bimbo slutcow. It would be rude not to savour and swallow every drop! The same with the lot on her boobies. It felt so icky to have it all over her but it also made her so happy! It was a badge of honour to show everyone what a good fuckdoll she was!

“Well done, sis! What a good little bimbo you are!”

“Keep it up, So. Embrace the shameless cockslut you were always meant to be!”

Words of encouragement came from behind. Nothing made her happier than being praised by her friends. She loved them so much, and now she could be with them, serving cocks forever and ever and ever! She remembered they were touching themselves to the show she was giving them and that made her happier still. Even her friends would get to cum from her being a good little fuckslut! She had to do her best not to disappoint them!

She wasn’t done here yet though! As long as a single drop of cum remained for her to milk from her husband and his friend she still had more to do. The pink fog had filled her head to full by now. Gone were any worries or thoughts of anything but how good it felt to worship cock. She was horny too. So horny, horny, horny!

Perhaps at some point she would turn and invite the boys to fill up her pussy, but for now it would be a shame not to get full use out of the big bouncy orbs that made up who she was as a person. Before any role she held as a woman, she was a pair of walking bouncy fuck pillows. Jack had kindly tried to teach her that all this time and she’d been so rude to him. She felt so bad about that. He’d been so patient as her teacher, he’d married her off to sexy Alan, and he’d given her the big fake titties a true bimbo cow deserved. He’d been so nice to her all this time even though she was such a bitch! After finishing with her husband she would have to go over and properly thank him in any way he wanted! It was exciting to think of all the ways he’d use her body like a toy for being such a difficult cow to him.

That was for later though. This was not the time for thinking anymore. All she had to do now was empty her head like a good fuckdoll and make the boys cum again and again and again! That was her biggest and most importantest mission of all! With nothing else for it she set off on a new round of sucking and bouncing, determined to get ten more loads out of the boys before she finally had to give up.

==Author's Notes==

Hi everyone. Hope you're all enjoying the story. Only one more chapter to go before we're back at the studio for the next set of changes!

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