Heavy Hangers

"Oh wow folks, you all were really split on this one! It was really close, but with only 26.26% of the vote, Heavy Hangers just barely comes out on top! Now let's bring Eve's top out, shall we?"

Eve couldn't help but roll her eyes at the incredibly lame **** pun, but as the collar sprang to life her attention became focused on the rapidly growing weight on her chest. As she watched her breasts started expanding outwards, quickly growing to dominate her small torso. Multiple times her bra began to tear, only to be repaired by the collar as it resized her it and her police uniform to fit her new frame. Eventually, the growth slowed, then stopped entirely, leaving her breasts at an utterly obscene size.

"As you can see, Evie now sports a permanent pair of all natural H-Cup breasts. However, those aren't your normal huge knockers on her chest there: these ones are more than twice the weight of normal breast tissue, and though we've made sure the skin and flesh of her boobs would be able to take the extra weight without deforming, they're still going to be a hassle to deal with, even for a strong little thing like Evie. Speaking of, how're you holding up over there, cutie? Are your new titties too heavy for you now?"

"N-No, I'm okay," Eve grunted. The truth was that her new boobs were making her feel like she had two bowling balls strapped to her chest. She reached under her top and attempted to adjust the bra strap digging into her shoulder, but it was futile. It wasn't even that her bra was too small, the cups themselves fit perfectly, but the sexy lingerie was not designed to handle the kind of weight she now had on her chest. After a bit of experimentation, Eve discovered that the only way she was able to get relief was to put an arm under each breast and heft the tits upwards. She wasn't sure it was a practical solution to the problem though, both because it meant she couldn't use her arms for anything else and because doing it pushed her breasts up and made it look like she was offering her boobs to whoever was looking at her.

"Nope, not buying it," Jack said with a shake of his head, "It looks more like you want to show off those brand new boobies of yours."

"I do not!" Eve snapped, her body getting warm with both embarrassment and arousal, "If I did want to show off my tig ol' bitties, I would do this!"

Defiantly she dropped her boobs, turned her chest directly to the camera, and flung the police jacket open to fully display her new chest. She began lifting and dropping her boobs repeatedly, letting them bounce enticingly and putting even more strain on her navy blue bra.

"Lookie here... everyone!" she huffed, "I've got... big fat... Heavy Hangers now! Look how heavy... and big they are...!"

Suddenly, there were a pair of loud snaps as she dropped her tits again, and the now broken bra fell to the ground, exposing her pink nipples and areola, both of which had also noticeably grown into large nubs. Several men in the crowd wolf whistled at this, and a woman let out a cheer of, "You go, girl!"

"Oops!" she squealed. She then turned to Jack and said, "But I didn't do that, so I don't want to show them off. There!"

"Yeah, good thing you didn't do exactly that and break your bra," Jack said sarcastically, "You really showed us you don't want to show them off..."

"Yeah, I... did..." Eve said, as she finally regained control of herself. With a scream of panic she closed back up her jacket and buttoned it up as much as she could. As the audience broke out in uproarious laughter she carried them (and herself) back behind the podium, her face crimson red.

"Well, after a show like that, I'm not sure how we can even make things more interesting," Jack joked, "But we can certainly try. Unless Evie wants to end it here..."

Eve took a moment to collect herself again, then with a sigh lifted up her now braless breasts and set them down on the podium. It creaked slightly under the weight, but managed to hold. On the screen, Eve could see that without a bra and with how the weight across her chest was being distributed, her nipples were now visibly pressing against the flimsy police jacket that provided their only covering.

With a growl, Eve said, "No. Keep going. 13."

"Ooh, unlucky 13..." Jack said ominously, "Chrissi, show us what's inside! ...Chrissi?"

Chrissi was distracted with bouncing her own boobs up and down, emulating what Eve had been doing moments before.

"Chrissi!"

"Huh?" The blonde bimbo looked up from her own chest, blinked, and said, "Sorry, are we still going?"

"Yes, Chrissi," Jack said with a sigh, and chuckles from the audience, "Open number 13 please."

"Okey-dokey!" Chrissi said, and went over to the case in question. Popping it open, she revealed to the camera a card with a back arrow on it.

"Oh wow, looks like 13 is your lucky number!" Jack said, "That is a Reverse Arrow, which allows you to undo one of your previous transformations!"

Eve broke out into an elated grin. Finally, she got it! It took forever, and several more changes, but she finally found the card she was looking for. Her recent humiliation fresh on her mind, she barely waited for Jack to finish his explanation before excitedly shouting, "Um, Actually! Get rid of Um, Actually!"

"Are you sure?" Jack asked, "You're not going to get another-"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Eve barked, "Do it!"

"Okay, okay, fine then!" Jack said with an exasperated sigh. He turned to the audience and said, "Bimbos, am I right? Once they're excited you can't get them to shut up..."

"I am not a bimbo!" Eve snapped as she came out of the brief fogginess of the change undoing itself. It still made her feel oddly aroused to be talked to like that, but her regained ability to say that someone was wrong without humiliating herself in the process was emboldening to her.

"Not yet you aren't," Jack said, "But choose another case and you might be."

"Oh ho ho, no way!" Eve said, shaking her head firmly, "You've done more than enough to screw me up for a lifetime! I'm out!"

"Alright, suit yourself," Jack said with a shrug, "But before you leave, show off those huge milkers of yours to the camera one last time, and tell the audience that you're a bimbo."

Eve was about to tell the smug prick of a host to fuck off, but then she felt a rising tide of dread at the thought of disobedience. Eve had been so elated at finally accomplishing the goal she had set out to achieve since her fifth case that she had forgotten the other change she had wanted to get rid of, possibly even more so than Um, Actually.

"Please... please don't make me do this," she whimpered as her hands started unbuttoning her top.

"Oh, none of that now, Evie," Jack said, "You need to do this happily, like a true bimbo would."

Though still distraught and panicking on the inside, Eve's face broke out into a wide grin as she obeyed the order. She was still slow to unbutton the top, and her hands were trembling as she stepped out from behind the podium. After nearly getting the air knocked out of her in the process as her new boobs slipped off the wood and collided with her ribcage, she made her way in front of the camera and hesitated.

Come on Eve, you can do it... resist it!

There was a tense silence as everyone waited to see if the still smiling Eve would complete the order.

Just when it looked like Jack was going to give up on waiting, Eve suddenly flung open her jacket, thrust her massive milkers towards the camera, and loudly proclaimed, "I'm a bimbo!"

The audience clapped and cheered excitedly at this, and Eve was completely humiliated. She'd never hear the end of this from everyone back home...

"And that's our show!" Jack said, "Thanks for playing, and have a lovely-"

"WAIT!!!"

The room went silent, and all eyes turned to Eve, her fists clenched tightly around the jacket she was now holding shut over her ample bosom.

"I... I changed my mind," Eve stammered, "I want to keep playing."

"But Eve, you made your choice," Jack said with a frown, "I've already started my end of show spiel. Go backstage and they'll get the collar off and-"

"Please! I need to keep playing!" Eve said, "I... I can't go back with that obedience thing! I have to get rid of it!"

"Even if I let you keep playing though, you already used up the undo card," Jack said.

"B-But there's other ways, right?" Eve asked desperately, "I, I could use the wish, or... or if I get all the good cases, I could get everything undone, right?"

"That's true," Jack said, "But you could also hit another Bimbo case. You've got five more of those."

"I know, but... please, just give me another chance! I'm begging you."

"Hmm..." Jack thought about it for a moment, then turned to the audience, "Alright folks, usually once a contestant has made the choice to leave or stay they're locked in, but I'm feeling a little bad for Evie here. So I'm leaving it up to you! Let's get a special vote going: should we show Evie some mercy and let her continue or send her home as she is now?"

Eve turned towards the audience, waiting on baited breath whether they would help her out or not.

(The vote is done! Stay tuned for the next chapter, and see the results here: https://strawpoll.com/48or2ogsv/r)