Heavy Hangers(Alternative)

"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 giggled. 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. And she knew exactly which one; barely waiting for Jack to finish his explanation before excitedly shouting, "Respect My Authority! Get rid of it!"

"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.

Grinning ear to ear, Jack leaped on that opportunity, "Oh no, you absolutely are a bimbo sweetie."

"No way!" Eve said, shaking her head firmly, "Like how would ya even spell bimbo? "

Jack shrugged, "I'm sure you'll figure it out someday. But in the meantime, why don't you pick another case?"

Eve was about to tell the smug prick of a host to fuck off. Eve had been so elated at getting rid of that case that she'd almost forgotten the debt she needed to get rid of. Plus, whether or not she was a total pushover, no one was going to take her seriously with these breasts of hers. Not to mention how catching any criminal could take a turn into activating her loins or her stupid backtalk. If not a billion dollars, she needed to at least walk out with 1 million if she didn't want to ruin her life. Maybe I could even get the best of both worlds with that wish case...

Looking over the remaining metal briefcases, Eve's brow furrowed in thought. She couldn't screw this 50:50 up.

"I choose... 11."

"Alright Chrissi, show us what's in case 11!"

Chrissi skipped over to the case. "Okay! Case Number One-One coming up!"

"Wow, was that a callback?" Jack said with a grin, "Chrissi, I'm impressed! I didn't think you had enough brains left to do such a thing!"

"Do what thing?" Chrissi asked, tilting her head in confusion as she placed her hands on the chosen case.

Jack (and the audience) chuckled, "Nevermind, sweetie. Just open the case please."

Chrissi smiled and popped open the case, revealing a picture of a globe on it.

"And that card means that Evie is about to get a Lifestyle change! Looks like Lady Luck didn't stick around very long, huh?"

"No she did not," Eve muttered, gritting her teeth in frustration. During her research for the show she did before coming on, she had found a message board debate over whether Intelligence or Lifestyle was the worst possible option one could get on the show (not counting Grab Bag and the Wild Card, which were deemed impossible to rank due to their unpredictability). Given that Eve had risked, and lost, so much just to get rid of those 'worst options', getting the other worst option immediately after begging to stay on the show longer was a particularly vicious sting.

"Alright tech team, light up the board and let's see those options!"

1 - ...But I Play One On TV: Eve will no longer be a real police officer. Instead, her occupation will change to being one in porn parodies of police procedurals.

2 - Social Media Slut: Eve's social media profiles become centered around being sexy and showcasing her body. As if it was always that way. She'll be compelled to take more raunchy videos and act flirty online. Any photo Eve shows up in turns erotic.

3 - One Ring to Bind Her: Eve will become obsessed with finding 'the one' and getting married, to a degree where it takes priority over everything else in her life.

4 - A Change In Position: Instead of becoming a porn parody on TV, Eve will find herself in a new position specifically made for her: Relief Interrogation Officer. Underneath the table, Eve will do anything to get information out of her arrestees.

5 - Free Use Fridays: Every Friday, Eve will be unable to refuse any sexual advances made towards her. To help with this, she will be compelled to keep any doors between her and the outside world unlocked on Fridays.

"Wow, those are some harsh options!" Jack said, "Guess you're going to regret staying here sooner than you thought, huh?"

"Yeah," Eve admits, her heart sinking in her chest. Pretty much any of these would ruin her life, although 'One Ring to Bind Her' might not be so bad... other than the 'takes priority over everything else in her life' thing. She could see that backfiring on her horribly given the pattern of screwing her over established by her other changes. She could only hope the audience kept up their merciful streak... although she can't help but wonder if forcing her to leave would have been the truly merciful option at this point.

"Okay folks, you know the drill! Vote now on what kind of life Eve is in for from this point on!"

Note: Borrowed from other routes to branch this out the way I liked. Might continue this after I'm done with my other route.