Kiss & Reading

Jennifer found herself waking in some sort of fancied-up interrogation quarter. Across the table, behind her ex-friends' expectant faces was a camera, surely awaiting to capture a golden clip for later. Before she found herself in this comfy couch cushion it had been a sliding slope of embarrassing revelations. Frustratingly she realized how obvious she was being about her feelings. If her head was still misty like before, she wouldn't hesitate to resort to physical ****. Maybe she could ram through those doors off to her left; maybe Jennifer could rush out into the free world without any consequence. But surely if they could turn her into some burlesque model, Jack would certainly find a way for her to return. Usually, she'd push her haughty front and barrel through whatever was in her way, but her time asleep had allowed Jennifer's brain precious processing of what was going on. Retrospectively it is a bit illogical to blame her friends for signing her up for this sort of crazy, even if they happened to be involved. Even with their somewhat peculiar tastes, something like this wouldn't be in their wheelhouse. And really, she was going to be stuck jiggling her juggs, talking like the dumbest ditz—it was best to just wait and sit in this silence.

The wife, noticing Jennifer's inaction, squeezed her husband's hand. "To receive something like this was certainly something unexpected. I like it, but doing this—doesn't really repair any bridges... Like why not just try contacting us ever??"

Confusion colored her hair but Jennifer's jiggling instantly spouted a reply. "I would never forgive someone who'd ruin something like that..."

"And yet you still did it, didn't you?" Scoffing at her former friend, the wife rolled her eyes. "Did you ever feel shame?"

"I spend nights sobbing about it Kat." A blush crept into her cheeks as she turned her face. All she could really be thankful for is that she wasn't doing any of that baby-talk bullshit, but the honest truth was not something she wanted to talk about. And yet it looked like Katrina wasn't buying her answers at all.

"Y'know, it's hard taking you seriously when your breasts are jiggling like that."

"DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DO THIS?!" Stomping to emphasize her frustration, Jennifer was tired of being so upfront. How much more until there's no hope left—has she already passed that point of no return??? Pacing around thoughts panicked into place as she tried to hide steam boiling around her cheeks. All of Jennifer's upfront thoughts were boiling up without her consent but at this point whatever magic occurring had been played out rounds ago. "Do you actually think I would tank my presidential aspirations just so we could be friends again?!"

'Kat' waved at the bobbing breasts as she brushed off that comment. "Don't you want to fuck my husband? Isn't that what this is all about??"

"What EWWWW no!!!" Just like that Jennifer's panties were now everyone's property. Anyone and everyone could control whether she wore them, how she wore them and which type she put on. Sitting down as she took both things in her hair scattered in ten different directions.

"Really now..." Gears were spinning in Kat's head. While Jennifer was short-circuiting, Katrina thought about the gameshow some more. Technology hasn't really progressed so far to deceive her eyes in person.. has it??? Sure her ex-friend could've had a mental breakdown to the point where she'd show off wild implants in some random ass porno and tank her chances at any professional career; Similar to the chances of whatever machine playing cartoons with her hair existing. And while before seeing was believing, maybe it wasn't all just reality tv. Clapping her hands together Kat then honked Jennifer's honkers, sending Jen's eyes rolling upwards just like her pleasure. In-between gasps she moaned trying in vain to resist the probing. Meltingly good feelings of endorphin euphoria came in conflict with everything she was trying to keep in her mind.

Katrina on the other hand was marveling at how real and natural they felt. It's not like she even got the chance to feel up any boobs but her own but it was definitely not excused by the production staff's words. "Huh... They told us these puppies were holograms and a whole lot of other technobabble nonsense. Are you sure you didn't get the latest implants or something?"

Somehow Jennifer's mind was able to compartmentalize the conscious' mind-melting pleasure and answer coherently-albeit moaningly. "I woke up here after crying myself drunk, how the fuck should I know?"

Puzzled, Katrina took a moment to process everything herself—allowing Jennifer a break from mind-melting pleasure. To a point, Katrina was just content that whatever was going on didn't really involve her in any serious manner this time. Whenever happens after the commercial break wouldn't affect their lives unless she wanted it to. Real or fake, this was all something that they didn't need to figure out or solve for Jennifer. Who knows if they were truly on some rich billionaire's sick and twisted transformania game show, or if the person they were talking to was a hired stripper. What she did know is that the precursor to all of this was completely and utterly childish. Her wedding was a sacred event and if Jennifer didn't come out of this game with a great deal of karmic justice, Kat would need to carry it out on her own. In any other circumstance, she was entirely ok with their close bond deteriorating over Jennifer losing her marbles. But she also wanted for Jennifer to come to a mutual understanding and to be able to come to terms with each other's personalities. They were a part of each other's lives for years and to ruin that forever still crushed both sides. And hey, supposing Jennifer came out of this without anything reversed: It's going to be so much fun. Trying to contain her excitement, her husband whispered plans as they walked over to their panting friend. Jennifer's eyes instantly shot up as Katrina's index finger slowly approached her fore head. Lacking the strength or the mind to take any action, all she could do was listen to her friend's smiling goodbye.

"Well, I did enjoy it a lot." Drawing a circle, Katrina couldn't help giggling. "But apparently the host would like us to hit the road. So we'll just get you all presentable and send you off. Remember to call us this time, 'cus I have a feeling you'll need some financial aid in the coming weeks. Ciao!"

Once again, Jennifer's world fell pitch black right when Kat's finger booped her forehead.

"As you can see folks, that's Jenni's Hypno Prone in action!" Cutting from the screen showcases all that off to the live audience, Jack introduced a tranced Jennifer back on stage. Blowing a big bubble, she mindlessly walked onto center stage without a care in the world. Clothed in just a thong and a half-zipped hoodie, she didn't even notice how indecent she was dressed even as the trance left her standing there. Another bubble popping, Jennifer was trying to get a small victory by calming down before the next case. The quicker she got the billion dollars the quicker she could be done with all of this.

"Now it's time to find out the size of Jen-Jen's new smoochers!"

Confused, Jennifer almost choked on her bubblegum as she tried to retort "I didn't choose any boxes yet though!"

Chuckling to the audience, Jack wagged his finger. "Maybe you don't remember, but after your friends sent you to la-la land they had you pick a box on your way out. And wasn't it worth it, because we have a tie between Kiss and Tell and Lip Reading!!!!"

Instantly Jennifer felt her lips plump up as they naturally started to separate into a glossy red pucker. Without any time to argue about the results, she just decided to drop the problem. They could honestly do anything they want to her and she wouldn't really be able to be believed whether a fair game or not. There must've been a girl who pissed them off so much to get constant four-way ties, and she wasn't aiming to be the first if it hadn't. At-least it wasn't as bad as it could've been. "Whatever... Just give me case 10."

Case 10 revealed a character powering up ala Dragonball Z.

"Another new box!!!!! Our Aura card transforms the vibes our contestant sends out. Though slightly redundant alongside a lot of physical and mental changes, it will surely create shenanigans and strife for our lovely modern girl!" Jack pointed to the board as the options flashed on top of the screen.

She Can't Help it - Whenever Jennifer is around all anyone can think of her is how much of a toy she is. They expect nothing from her, and anytime she tries to do anything, they will constantly act as if she's dumb. Condescending misogyny that only thinks of her as a sex tool, to the point where Jennifer might get caught up in her own vibe.

Naughty Naughty - Nobody will ever believe Jennifer's over 21 again. They'll treat her like a misbehaving child, always looking for when she'll act up. They'll take matters into their own hands when it comes to discipline, and will never believe what she says to the contrary. After all, it's just a phase.

What a Slut - Everyone will be offended when Jennifer walks into the room. As if she's the most provocative girl on the planet, they'll find something to latch onto as they start throwing snide remarks and insults her way. Constantly, even if there's no reason to, they'll find ways to denigrate her.

One of the bros - Jennifer gets a free pass into any guy group she wants and they'll tend to treat her as just one of the guys. Though oddly, Jennifer will find that sometimes the gayest people are a group of straight best friends.