Personal Space Violation

Staring in awe at the options presented before me, it looks like the show has outdone itself. I knew these would be bad. Maybe after the shock that was being puppeted around by Chrissi, I'll handle this a little better. Maybe. I can do this, just got to breath deeply, keep calm, and-

"Looks like our winner is Personal Space Violation by a landslide! Tech's, do your thing!"

Ok, this one maybe wouldn't be too bad. None of them were not bad, in fact all of them were awful. But maybe, just maybe, having to press myself into people all the time will be preferable to being ordered around by everyone.

No, that's a lie. I start crying as I realize what's becoming of me. Not only am I some sex puppet for whoever wants me, I'll be throwing myself at people constantly and practically begging them to take advantage of me. I don't know how I'll live after this is over. Falling to my knees, I hold my teary face in my hands as I feel the hum around my neck once again. I just ignore it for now, hiding behind my hands as the audience quiets down. Some confused murmurs start to rise from the fading applause, and I just sit there. It's the best I can hide right now.

"Kate, you doing ok there? Can't give up just now we have a show to make!" I slowly look up from my hands with blurry vision, and see Jack staring down at me from the other side of the podium. Looking at him over there, I feel a sense of discomfort deep within me. I've had that discomfort from his horrifying gaze before, but this was different. Deeper, eating away at me harder.

"This isn't worth it..." Wiping my eyes, I stand up and walk towards the grinning host. I take a few steps, and as the discomfort wanes I suddenly realize what I'm doing.

"N-No! This isn't happening!" I shout at Jack, who looks surprised by the sudden outburst. Shocking myself, I plant my feet in the ground and stand tall, even with the need to approach him yanking on my soul.

"Kate." Jack addresses me without any flowery stage language. "Realize where you stand here. You signed that contract, and you better play nice. I was patient with you before, but if you're going to use that tone of language with me..." Jack trails off while I stand like a statue under his scrutiny. He didn't need to say anything, I know that on this show, I'm at their mercy.

"Y-yes, of course! Jack." I stammer out as the audience is silent. The smile returns to Jack's face.

"Great! Glad we got that settled. Tech's can you boost that punishment a bit?" Still standing there with my soul being ripped out towards Jack, I feel the collar hum again and my legs take off towards the host. Fighting for my dignity trying to hold myself back, just like my hair puppetry I can't do anything but move towards him. Not daring to look, the audience roars as I feel myself press into Jack.

"Wonderful! Like a charm!" Is all he has to say to begin. I finally gain the courage to open my eyes, knowing I'll have to face reality eventually. Catching his face so close to me is unnerving, and as I stand there pressed into him I can't keep completely still. My hands slide up and down his back and chest, my own chest slowly moving up and down, rubbing my breasts into him. Worst of all, I feel my thigh sliding up and between his legs, brushing up against his dick.

"This is so awful..." I say in a weak voice, face only inches away from Jack's.

"Oh come on! I think this friendlier side of you is wonderful! Now, for the viewers, what Kate is experiencing right now is very similar to how her Kate-atouille punishment manipulates her. Direct signals from her brain! As such, it still feels like she's doing this even if she doesn't want to. Whether that's better or worse than being yanked around, who knows!"

Bastard was right. I know I don't want to do this, I know I wouldn't be doing this if not for the punishment. But it still feels like I'm the one doing it, and that makes it all the more dirty. Inside I'm screaming at my body to pull away, run, stop rubbing my leg along his growing erection. Yet on the outside I'm just doing heavy fondling and look really distressed. Reaching my hand down from his back to rub the outline of his cock through his pants, I flush even harder as Jack continues his speech undistracted.

"Now, this can get a little distracting or disruptive, so her compulsion to be right up next to you only applies when she's sitting idle, or if the task at hand can be conducted as such. For an example, Kate, could you kindly take those plates off the gentleman's hands?"

Still plastered onto Jack with my hand wrapped around his cock through the fabric of his pants, I turn my head to see the same man who had helped me up earlier holding out a stack of 4 white plates. Not wanting to get in any more trouble with Jack, I take a step towards him and take the plates.

Oh. That was effortless! Glowing with joy at the success of pulling away from my helpless fondling of the devil himself, Jack continues his explanation.

"As you can see, if Kate needs her hands for something, or can't be pressed right up into someone else, she doesn't have to be! So she won't have to worry about this punishment disrupting her life."

I roll my eyes at that idea. This is arguably worse than the hair, at least others don't have to puppet me around, even if many will still choose to. Backing up into Jack, I feel his dick between my ass cheeks and my eyes widen a little bit. I thought I was free!

"Oh my! Looks like Kate's a little more creative. Don't need your ass to carry plates I guess!"

I wince at his attempt at humor, as the audience chuckles a little. Red in the face, I slowly begin to acknowledge that I have two punishments that make me a sex doll of some kind for others.

"One last point, this effect can only trigger if she's in significant enough proximity to people. That means that if she's walking down a crowded hallway, she won't need to grind on everyone as she goes by. But if she sits down in the train next to someone, she's going to be ending up in their lap!"

Continuing to grind my ass on Jack, I clutch my eyes shut and try to ignore the hundreds of people watching, and millions more viewing from home, including my parents probably. At least I didn't have to touch him with my hands any more. The plates were starting to feel a little heavy, but I didn't dare give my hands that freedom and I definitely don't want to disobey Jack again.

"Ok Kate, you can set those plates down if you want."

Can he read my mind? It's ok though, he said I could do it if I want. I'm ok. Plates in hand still, I slowly bend over at the waist, wincing at the feeling of him against me, and place the plates on the floor. My eyes bulge out.

"Wait, I thought you said 'if I want'!" Standing back up shocked, I turn to face Jack, who seems to be stifling a chuckle. Grinding my pussy into his thigh, I grab his dick yet again as I stare at him in horror inches away from his face. Wanting to hide away from him, instead I press my chest up against his and look away from him in shame.

"You see, no cheating! Trying to occupy yourself just for the sake of keeping away from people is rude you see!"

The audience laughs and I feel a chill through my spine. There's no way around this is there? Apparently, this punishment knows if I try to sidestep it, and... Deep breath Kate. I manage to calm myself down a little bit.

"That's, a lot going on Jack!" I say into the microphone he was holding for himself. I'm close enough it doesn't make a difference.

"It sure is! But we at Bimbo or Billionaire have been just waiting to show it off. Now- Chrissi, could you grab Kate here and get rid of these plates?"

Grab me to...? Oh, of course. Swiveling my head around, I see it took Chrissi a little bit longer to realize than me, but once the lightbulb flashes she jumps for joy. Skipping over to me, she quickly pulls my reins and I stumble backwards from Jack. Grateful to be out of that hell, I have a new perspective on the other hell I'm thrust into.

Feeling myself move around under Chrissi's control, I walk back to the plates, noticing a significant sway in my step. The dumb girl must be having fun with this, I think as I blush. Bending over at the waist, my hands reach out to grab the plates, and I stand up again. Walking to the edge of the stage with that same sway, I hear a whistle from the audience. Chrissi is an expert on all things bimbo, and she's definitely putting on a show for the crowd even if I can't exactly see it. It certainly feels like a show, with the deep rocking of my hips and slight lingering of each step.

Getting closer to the stagehand, I hand him the plates and am relieved that the job is over. Turning around to go back to the podium, I get a few steps when I realize I'm still walking with a deep sway in my step. Wanting to stop and figure out what's happening, I keep going when I realize Chrissi never let go of my hair! I thought she'd be done once the task was over!

"Chrissi, you did your job! You can stop now!" I yell backwards to her in a panic.

"Aww, but this is so much fun!" Getting directed to my spot by the bimbo, I stand right where I was left when I feel my hair fall against my back. Breathing a sigh of relief, I back up a foot and plaster myself against the soft body that was leading me. My eyes widen.

"I thought you have to be by the boxes!" Turning to face Chrissi, my heart beats heavy as I'm directly face to face with her. Pushing a leg into her nethers, I'm helpless to stop myself as my hands roll over to the large curve of her ass. Giving her a squeeze, Chrissi parts her lips and looks at me with bedroom eyes.

"I'd rather stay here with you sweety." She leans forwards into my face and plants her lips on mine. Stunned, I quickly push her away and stumble backwards. It isn't until she's separated that I realize the significance of this.

"Ah yes. Kate might be touching you, but that doesn't mean you get to touch her! Putting your hands on her side of back might fly, but anywhere more private she won't have to put up with. Best let her do the work!"

Ok, that's good to know. At least I'm not completely helpless. The compulsion does say that I'll be the one doing all the touching, which is of course bad but this is better than I was thinking. Seeing the frown on Chrissi's face, she walks back to the cases defeated. Taking a deep breath, I know all I have to do is press forwards. Without the Reverse reward, this is just how I'll be, and I have to accept the consequences of my choices. Right, I can do this, I have to.

Somehow I'm only two cases in, yet it feels like it's been hours up here. These last two cases, the demonstrations have just been hellish. I'll have to pray hard that this next one is a reward case. I'm not going home until three Bimbo cases of course, but having something to show for this would be appreciated.

"So Kate, are you ready to pick your next case? If this is a Bimbo case, it'll be the last one you pick before going home to your parents."

"Yes, I'm ready. Case 1" Again, it's all random. I have to just accept it now. I see Chrissi give me a wink, and slowly walk over to the case. Tears well up inside me as I see the dreaded pink, but I hold it in. I'm strong enough.

"Three strikes in a row! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll have better luck next episode! Now before we send you home, let's take a look at our options for the Body category!" Jack turns to the screen and I just do my best to hold myself together. Once I'm home I'll just hide all day until I'm warped back here. God I hope I can figure out some workarounds. Putting my hair in a big hat? Putting really thick gloves on? As my mind drifts, the options show up on the screen.

1. Fit Girl: Kate's body will remain the same for now, but she will diligently work out at least an hour every day in skimpy workout gear. She will always work out in a public area with other people, and will pay particular attention to working on her legs and ass. Once she starts her workout, she won't stop unless she or others may be hurt, and significant interruptions don't count towards the hour.
2. Free to Enjoy: Kate's body will gain voluptuous curves. Others near her will feel a growing desire to touch her body, and while she may complain she won't be able to stop them. While being felt up, she will move to make it easier for them, but otherwise will attempt to go about her business despite the groping. Major increase to sensitivity of legs, ass, and breasts.
3. Hips Won't Lie Still: Kate's hips will widen, with a minor increase to her ass to match. No matter what she is doing, if others can see her she will always be moving her hips enticingly. When music plays, her lower body will dance on it's own. If she is asked, or ordered, to dance while music plays her upper body will join in as well, dancing as requested.
4. Assvertising: Kate's ass will swell to a perfect round bubble butt. In all her outfits, poses, and movements, Kate will be sure to showcase her ass and keep it the center of attention. She will ensure it's well appreciated both visually and physically, and allows and encourages all kinds of both with her speech and actions. Feel free to slap, grope, and grind, but only her ass!

"What! These are basically compulsions again, and two of them have outfit changes!" I can't believe it, there's no way this can be standard practice. I've never seen changes like this before, and the way Jack is smiling scares me.

"Yes, and your first Face and Hair change had a compulsion as well! The categories are more general themes than rules. Now, please try not to have another outburst. Audience, make your votes!"

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