Round 2: Back to the studio

When Sophia came to, she was back onstage looking out across a sea of faces. Having been topless moments ago, she instinctively lifted her arms to cover herself before feeling the wedding gown squeezing in on her bust. She breathed a sigh of relief, never having believed she would ever be so thankful for such an objectifying garment. The dress lifted and displayed her breasts in the most humiliating way, but at least she wasn't exposed in front of all these men.

“Welcome back everyone! As you all witnessed, our lovely contestant has already gotten some mileage out of her new jugs. Wasn't that quite the little performance she put on for us all? If the chance to pleasure a fake cock drew that out of her, just imagine what a real one will do to her. It seems we've a naturally talented bimbo on our hands here, wouldn't you say?”

As a round of cheers arose from the audience, Sophia's eyes opened wide in alarm. All these people had somehow been watching her throughout the intermission. They'd seen her breasts bouncing uncovered and unrestrained as she went about her morning routine. They'd seen her friend forcing her to jiggle them in her hands while she declared that she wanted 'big, sexy tits'. And they'd seen her orgasm from the degrading act of pleasuring a sex toy with her breasts. Sophia bowed her head to her feet, unable to cope with meeting the eye of anyone in the audience.

“So Sophia, how did it feel to rub that dildo between those overripe pumpkins of yours?”

“It was horrible. The most demeaning thing I've ever done.”

“Aw, come now, princess. We're all friends here. You can be honest with us. Let's try that one again, shall we? Did it feel good to pleasure that dildo with your tits?”

Sophia felt a familiar jolt around her neck, revealing that the Control Collar was back in place around her neck and reminding her how completely powerless she was on this stage. Words **** themselves out of her mouth in a flat, emotionless tone.

“Yes, it felt really good to service the dildo with my tits. It was the most intense pleasure my body has ever felt.”

“And what was going through your mind as you serviced that dildo?”

“That it would have felt much better if it was a thick, throbbing penis.”

Sophia clasped her hand over her mouth at what she'd just said, too late to stop it spilling out.

> No! That's not true. That was just some ridiculous, fleeting thought I had while delirious with exhaustion.

“Well, well. It seems our delicate flower has a dirtier mind than we thought.”

“I-I don't- I- You made me say that.”

“Oh? So you're saying you prefer servicing a plastic cock to the real thing.”

“I didn't say tha-”

“In that case, we've got a little something you might enjoy.”

The host lifted his hand outstretched by his shoulder. Chrissi bounded up behind him and placed something in it, which he then held out to Sophia. It was a dildo, longer and thicker than the one Lena owned. Sophia looked at it in fear. Her fingers twitched as she felt the same compulsion inside of her she'd only recently satisfied.

> It can't be? They're going to make me do it again? Right here in front of everyone?

“No! Please!” she called out, **** not to go through that experience again.

“What's the matter, princess? I thought you'd like our little gift for you. Unless you're saying you really would prefer to rub a big, throbbing dick between those fat melons instead?”

“Yes, yes! I do, I do!”

“You do what, Sophia? Come on. Use your big-girl words. Tell everyone what it is that you want.”

Sophia's eyes were locked on the toy, but she could tell the man had a wicked grin on his face. He held the phallus half an arm's length from her chest, well within range to inflict her with an impulse to **** herself with it again. He was giving her the choice of two humiliations, and one was by far the lesser of them.

“I- I want to... I... Please don't make me say it.”

The host did not respond to her plea. He simply thrust the dildo an inch closer to her body. The urge to squeeze it against her chest grew stronger, and Sophia's hand began to rise on it's own to take it from him. In a state of panic, she had **** but to blurt out the words he wanted to hear.

“I'm sorry! I-I want to rub a big, throbbing dick between my fat melons!”

The host snatched the dildo back away from Sophia just as her fingers curled around it, putting an end to her compulsion. She bowed her head in unbearable shame as the audience laughed at her humiliation. No matter how many times Jack **** her to say lewd things about herself, it never became less embarrassing for her to do so. She felt so dirty having such crude words falling from her lips. Even though there was no truth to the lines he **** her to repeat, it felt like she was making a real confession to say them out loud.

“I'm sorry, we didn't quite catch that” the host said with a smirk. “Could you just say it again nice and clear into that camera with a big smile on your face?” He shook the dildo gently in his hand as he spoke, delivering a veiled threat. “Something about a big, sweaty, throbbing cock between those fat, heavy cow udders?”

Jack had rephrased the line to make it as gross and degrading for Sophia to say as possible. He appeared to have honed in on the word 'throbbing' as an especially effective means to trigger a response from her. The thought of a penis pulsing and twitching on the verge of ejaculation was one that caused Sophia a fair amount of unease. Thick, sticky semen was a lot of what she considered dirty about penises. The look, the feel and the smell of it were all so nasty to her, and she certainly couldn't bear the thought of tasting it. She hated the sight of the stuff spewing out of a man's member in stringy wads, and always had to look away whenever she stroked Alan off into a tissue. The times she had gotten it on her, it had taken several minutes of thorough scrubbing before she felt clean again.

That was why the word bothered her so much. A 'throbbing' penis was one soon to become a 'messy' penis, and the image of one erupting between her breasts and covering them with its sticky payload was one so unpleasant to Sophia, that she had been doing her best to ignore the implications of her 'Fuck Pillows' modification. Jack seemed intent on pushing that graphic image into her mind with his evocative language however, and Sophia couldn't help but imagine flashes of it that made her cringe.

Sophia took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. Despite all the mental preparations she'd made during the intermission, she had once again let herself become flustered and open to the host's vicious attacks. Jack had her eating from the palm of his hand. Behind his charming showman smile, he was a cruel and cunning schemer. Sophia never had a hope of keeping her cool against such ruthless manipulation.

She looked over to where the host was pointing to find a big studio camera pointed at her that she hadn't seen before. In fact, she hadn't seen any signs of cameras or production crew up until this point. It made her question whether this whole affair really was a show, but the showrunners likely had means to hide that all away from her. Jack probably had this one brought out into the open to further her humiliation by making her aware she was being recorded.

She had **** though. The host wanted her to be complicit in degrading herself, but he'd made it clear that he would do so much worse to her with the Control Collar if she didn't play along. She pulled her mouth up into a painted smile, before a buzz from the Collar pushed it further into genuine beaming grin. She heard the words it wanted her to say playing in her head. When she spoke them, her tone came out confident, playful and full of enthusiasm, contrary to how she felt in her heart.

“My name is Sophia Baxley, I'm an anal, oral and vaginal virgin, and I want to rub a big, sweaty, throbbing cock between my fat, heavy cow udders.”

Being made to declare her virgin status was an extra layer of humiliation. Sophia wasn't ashamed of her virginity, but it was objectifying to announce them like they were prizes to be claimed from her, especially when placed right beside her name in an introduction. It was akin to saying 'Hello, my name is Sophia and you could be the first man to ever put their penis inside of me.' They were disgusting words that reduced her down to nothing more than a set of holes.

“It's nice to see our lovely Sophia finally getting into the spirit of the show. She's putting on a great show for out audience at home.”

Jack once again addressed the audience like she wasn't there. What he said got her thinking about something that had been on her mind for a while though.

“Who?”

“What was that, princess?”

“Who's watching this? There's no way something like this could ever be broadcast on television.”

“Oh? That's strange. I would think you would know something about that.”

“What do you mean?”

The man spoke like she'd seen the show before, but that couldn't possibly be the case. She would remember witnessing something as perverse as a show called 'Bimbo or Billion...aire'...

> Wait...

Now that she thought about it, there was something tugging at the back of her mind. It pointed to a gap in her memories she didn't even know she had. Something was buried there in a thick fog and it responded when she recalled the name of the show. Sophia closed her eyes and focused on trying to recall whatever memory had been repressed. It was from months ago, back before Alan had even proposed to her. Slowly the details came into focus and sent her back to that night.

...

It was late into the evening, and Sophia was relaxing on the sofa, her head resting against her boyfriend's chest as he stroked her hair. Though she was already sleepy, they'd decided to find something on the TV to settle down to before retiring. Alan was flicking through the channels with his free hand as Sophia nestled in, listening to the comforting thump of his heartbeat. She first noticed something was off when she stopped feeling his fingers tenderly combing through her hair.

“Everything alright, my love?” she whispered.

When she received no response, she turned her head up to him to find her boyfriend staring intensely at the television. She twisted her body around to see what had caught his attention. On screen was the start of a show Sophia had never seen before.

“Welcome back everyone to another episode of Bimbo or Billionaire, the show where...”

Sophia blushed as she heard the name of the show. Why had Alan put something like this on? It sounded like the type of raunchy late-night show they would never dream of watching. She couldn't find it in her to open her mouth to object however. Something inside her told her to just keep looking at the screen.

“...welcome our latest contestant, Miss Catalina Wilson-Diaz.”

Sophia recognised the girl who appeared onstage. They had been on the same degree course at university. They hadn't been close but they had worked on a few group projects together. Sophia knew that her mother was Spanish, and thus she had taken both her parent's surnames as was a kind of tradition over there, and that she also preferred to go by Cat.

The way she appeared on screen was not how she looked these days however. She'd gone through a pretty sudden and radical full-body makeover a few months back. Sophia didn't see the girl much at all anymore despite still living in the same city, but the glimpses she'd gotten on social media were usually disturbing enough to her to make her click away in a hurry.

The show went on to explain that Cat had volunteered to come onto the show because her family was going through financial difficulty. She was after just enough money to cover their debts and secure their immediate future. The host did not seem too interested in her story though, more concerned with eying her down in the tight dress she'd come onto the show wearing.

Sophia noticed that she had pushed herself up into a seated position while she watched without realising. The show had captured her attention entirely. Everything else started to feel so distant like she was in a waking dream. Her thoughts were growing sluggish as she kept her gaze locked firmly on the screen. The world around her became out of focus like it was enveloped in a silent fog. Any notion of turning the show off had quietly dwindled away. She stopped listening as the host explained the rules, rather letting her mind absorb his words without objection.

Soon the first round began, and with it came the first punishment case, and the first change to Cat's body. Sophia sat silently as the studio audience conducted their vote. When it came to a close, the results determined Cat would be receiving a big enhancement to her posterior. Sophia watched on as the girl's hips flared out to be wider than her shoulders. Her dress clung tightly to her expanding body and rose up until it was barely cover her modesty. Her bum inflated out to become round and full, plump yet firm.

'No', a voice whispered to Sophia, 'Not a bum. An ass. What Catalina has now could only be described as a fat, bubbly ass.'

Sophia could not pull her eyes away from her old classmate's ass. There was something so eye-catching, almost hypnotic about it. Her whole body grew warm as her eyes traced the curves of it. Some part of her knew that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but that notion couldn't reach her train of thought. Her entire focus was on what was happening onscreen. Nothing else reached her conscious mind.

Sophia's hands began to slowly move on their own. They crept heavily across her body as though moving through honey. One moved up to pull the hem of her shirt to her neck, then down to cup and gently squeeze her breast. The other burrowed down into her pants to play with her nether. This wasn't something she ever did but she couldn't resist it. Her body was in a trance, and it felt so right to just relax and sink into a dreamlike state, to pleasure herself while she watched the performance onscreen.

The show went on for round after round. There were no intermissions, but between each set they would invite members of the audience on stage to demonstrate the changes made to Cat. When she was given plump, puffy lips like a porn star, she was **** to make out with one lucky man before kneeling down to wrap those sensual lips around the head of his penis. When she received a change that made her feel pleasure from having her ass spanked, and compelling anyone who came within arm's reach to do so, she was then made to strut her way along the front row of the audience. Every single blow she took **** a moan from her lips, and her legs were quivering under strings of involuntary orgasms by the end of the line.

Sophia continued to play with herself the whole time. The pleasure mounting inside her body echoed inside her mind. Sophia would never be turned on by a display so explicitly pornographic as the things they were doing to Cat, but that concern felt more and more distant to her with every passing second. Nothing could distract Sophia from enjoying these tingly tides of arousal that came so rarely to her.

As the game continued, the punishment cases continued to rack up. The host announced that Cat would now feel compelled to post frequent explicit images of herself on all of her social media accounts. She was made to bend over between two members of the audience as they shoved their penises into her from opposite sides, ravaging her mouth and snatch. Sophia could see the horror in the girl's eyes as she teetered on the verge of tears. Her hand rose with her phone at arm's length, shaking as she struggled against the compulsion to take the selfie.

'She deserves this' a voice whispered to her again. 'She volunteered to come on this show. She accepted all of this.' The words rang alarm bells deep within Sophia's subconscious.

> N-... No... She only went on... to help her parents.... She doesn't deserve... any of this...

It was so hard for Sophia to think, but something inside her told her to resist what was happening. Spurred on by empathy for her former classmate, she struggled to shrug off the fog enveloping her thoughts. The world around her slowly started to come back into focus. With extraordinary effort, she willed her hands to stop and pushed back on whatever influence was causing them to move. She felt awareness coming back to her of what she was watching and attempted to tear her eyes from the vulgar display.

As if responding to her wish, the television released it's grip on Sophia's attention. Instead, her gaze was nudged aside to land on her boyfriend sat beside her, whose attention was also locked onto the tv. His pants had been pulled down to release his manhood, which he now shamelessly stroked without a care for anything around him. His eyes darted to drink up every detail of the erotic exhibit being broadcast. His face was painted with the lust that had him enthralled by Catarina's performance.

Seeing her boyfriend captivated by another woman caused flames of jealousy to kindle inside of Sophia. No matter how hard she glared at him, he ignored her, only having eyes for the attractive Latina. She watched mesmerised as his hand glided faster and faster over his penis. She couldn't look away. She knew it was irrational to feel how she did with how little she cared for sex, but seeing Alan lust for another woman tied knots in her stomach. She was the only one he was meant to pine for.

'She deserves this' the voice whispered in her ear once again, but with the jealousy eating away inside Sophia, its words now sounded so much sweeter. Part of her agreed with it, angry at the girl's part in tempting her boyfriend, and that part urged her to give up the fight.

> Yes... She deserves this... She asked for this...

The fog bore down on Sophia's mind again as her willpower crumbled. She let it in, allowing it to expunge the empathy she felt for Cat. Sophia cast her eyes back towards her. The girl was similarly succumbing in the battle going on inside of her. Her lips curled into an involuntary smile around the penis plunging between them, as Cat posed for the selfie she was compelled to take. Her outstretched arm shook unsteadily as the two men delivered powerful thrusts into her at uneven intervals.

Sophia could still see the horror in the girl's eyes but it no longer stirred up any guilt within her. It felt right to see the girl being used like the slutty bimbo she was, and her resistance only made the show more enticing. Sophia ground her fingers inside herself faster and harder as she became more engrossed in the erotic display, pushing herself towards a climax.

Once the first shot was taken, Catalina's will completely crumbled. Suddenly she began taking quick series of shots from different angles, including closeups of her face as her aggressor's penis was thrust into her skull. She kept it up even as the men pulled out to splatter their load all over her. Once they were done she took one last photo; a selfie smiling with the men whose semen clung to her face and hair, before returning to her dais to post the picture to her social media profiles.

The show didn't go on for much longer after that. Catalina found the final cash case she needed for the £100,000 she'd come onto the show for and was finally given the option to leave or play on for the billion. She chose the former option without a second thought. Over the course of the show, she had been slowly transformed into the sultry woman Sophia now knew her as. The audience had given her the body of a Latina porn star: long, ebon hair, enhanced lips and spherical breasts, sun-kissed skin and a fat, bubbly ass. Thanks to her final alteration she was **** to act like one too, in order to gather the material she now felt compelled to post online for her friends and family to see.

“...give it up for Catalina, winner of £100,000!”

Before Sophia knew it, the show was being drawn to its conclusion. Cat was accepting her prize with an uneasy smile and the seed of several men plastered across her face. It felt like no time had passed at all while Sophia had been enthralled by the pornographic performance onstage. The host was not yet finished though. He still had one final sadistic trick for the unfortunate contestant to bring the spectacle to a heated climax.

“You know, a hundred thousand is a huge prize total to be taking home. Those kinds of winnings deserve a big announcement on social media, wouldn't you say?”

Catalina's eyes opened wide in terror as she realised what the man was saying, having thought she was finally through with her ordeal.

“Of course, it's completely fine for you to walk away, but we just wanted to offer you the chance for a steamy photoshoot with ten lucky members of the audience, right here on stage, to commemorate your time here on the show. What do you say?”

The struggle was clear in the Latina's eyes. She desperately wanted to just take the money and leave, but she simply couldn't. The host was absolutely right that winning a game show was the sort of thing she would post on all of her accounts, and that meant she needed pictures to go with it. The compulsion inside her was too powerful to resist. Sophia and the entire audience watching were silently willing her to succumb to it, and eventually she did. She nodded her head involuntarily and ten members of the audience were led onstage for the main event.

Cat was stripped of her dress then led to the circle of men. As though no longer having the will to fight her fate, she immediately impaled herself on the cock of one man lying on the ground. The other men quickly closed in on her and she began to pleasure them three at a time with her mouth and hands. It would have been difficult for Sophia to imagine this wanton behaviour coming from the Cat she once knew, but her mind was still too foggy to think of such things. All that filled her head was the desire to cum to the sight of the woman being used like the bimbo she was.

It soon became apparent that the talents of the new Catalina were too much for many of the men to handle. Cat's lips in particular seemed to milk them dry in a matter of seconds, as she swallowed them deep down her throat with a voracious hunger. It was unclear what about her performance came about from her alterations and what came from the natural slut drawn from deep inside of her. As the men each began to blow their load on and inside her, they were quietly switched out with other members of the audience. Even if Catalina noticed however, she was in no position to object. She just continued to suck and stroke and bounce on cock as more and more men painted her with their sticky seed. As long as it was in service to creating the perfectly slutty commemorative photos for her to tag her friends with, she couldn't stop them from doing whatever they wanted with her.

Sophia heard a grunt from her boyfriend beside her. As though by design, she could tell they were both approaching their orgasms in perfect sync. She felt Alan rise to his feet and twist his body towards her, preparing to douse her body with his cum. She likewise turned her body to receive it. Neither of them turned their gazes from the screen for even a second. Sophia wasn't even aware of what her body was doing.

“Say cheese!”

The bimbo assistant called out as she held Cat's phone ready to capture the climax. Cat was drenched in the jism of several dozen men. Only her lips remained clean as she lapped at any drops that came in reach of her tongue. The camera zoomed in to catch every messy detail of the final moments. Suddenly, both Sophia's and Cat's bodies began to spasm in perfect sync. Their moans rang out in harmony as they shared an orgasm. Sophia felt her boyfriend's seed splashing over her body for wave after wave. The moment went on for so much longer than any tide of pleasure she had felt before.

Eventually the moment did come to pass, leaving Sophia in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. Her mind was empty. Words were floating by on screen - perhaps the credits - but Sophia could not register them. She allowed her subconscious to absorb them as she basked in the gentle fuzziness that filled her core.

The programme came to an end and the television switched itself off. Without a thought, Sophia rose to her feet like she was in a trance. Her body began to move on it's own. She stepped through into the bathroom, discarded her soiled clothes, and began to clean her boyfriend's fluids from her skin. She did not register any of this happening. In her head she was already dreaming. By the time she got dressed and her head hit the pillow, the events of that evening had sunk into the deepest recesses of her mind.

...

Sophia opened her eyes once the memory played out. She couldn't believe she'd forgotten something like that but the vision had been too vivid in her mind for it to be fake. She had seen the show before, and things were so much worse than she thought.

“Oh, it seems our princess might be remembering something.”

Sophia looked up at the host as he caught her attention. She had so many thoughts going through her head and she needed answers.

“You... made me do that?”

“Whatever do you mean, my dear?”

“I-... You made me... you made me masturbate to my friend being... going through all that.”

It was clear the show had some sort of power. It had put her in some kind of trance, forcing her to mindlessly pleasure herself as she watched the poor girl being put through the same ordeals Sophia was going through now.

“We at 'Bimbo or Billionaire' are committed to ensuring that every one of our viewers get to fully enjoy the show.”

“You do that to everyone who watches?”

“Only those viewers that need a little... encouragement to get into the spirit of the show. We of course have many regular watchers, like our sponsor, who are happy to indulge themselves in our particular brand of entertainment.”

That answer didn't make Sophia feel any better. That there were people who willingly watched this sort of thing was perhaps just as bad as people being **** to watch it.

“But... why? Why me? It can't just be chance we caught the show as it was starting.”

> Especially when it was someone I know

“'Bimbo or Billionaire' is a lifechanging event for our contestants, don't you think? It wouldn't be right not to let their friends and family in on it.”

“W-wait. You mean...”

> My family is watching this!?

“Once a contestant leaves the show, we make sure to broadcast it to everyone they know. In fact, I believe we've arranged for this episode to be aired at your wedding reception.”

“N-no! You can't!”

“I'm sure everyone will appreciate such an intimate glimpse into the life of the bride.” Jack said, ignoring her.

“Please! There'll be kids there!” she called out, **** to plead to any sense of humanity inside this man.

“No need to worry. Your dream wedding will of course include a fully staffed day-care to keep any minors out of the way for the duration.”

“I-”

Sophia cut herself off. She knew it was hopeless. She knew that nothing she could say would stop them from sending that broadcast out. Everyone she knew was going to bear witness to her humiliation. She would never be able to look anyone in the eye again. That wasn't even the worst of it though, since that memory had revealed one more most horrifying truth.

When Sophia had first seen pictures of the new Catalina on her feed, she'd been utterly revolted by what she saw. Before she could click away however, she was immediately drawn to the girl's eyes and noticed the pain lurking within them. It occurred to her that her old classmate may not have posted those images willingly, that she might have been **** or been going through a mental episode. She considered reaching out to find out what the girl was going through.

After a certain point however, her attitude towards Catalina had completely changed. She started to think of the woman that she'd become as the 'real' Catalina. She forgot all about the way her old classmate used to look and behave. Any pity or empathy she had for the Latina turned to disgust overnight. She gave up on any thoughts of trying to help the girl, because in her mind there was nothing to help. Catalina simply was and had always been a slut, but had only recently decided to finally show her true face to the world.

Sophia hadn't even realised at the time that her way of thinking had been changed, but it was clear to her now what was the cause. The show had brainwashed her. The broadcast was a trap, made to warp the perspectives of everyone the contestant knew, to accept the changes they had been through and see the new version of them as their true self. Sophia's heart ached for Catalina at the realisation. She'd only went onto the show to pull her parents out of debt, and now they likely felt nothing but shame for their skank of a daughter.

Sophia could only spare so much thought for the other girl though, since she was in just the same situation. Once this show was broadcast at her wedding, any hope she had of anyone noticing that something was wrong with her would be quashed. Even Alan would believe that the woman he got engaged to was a big-boobed bimbo. The world was just going to accept whatever these perverted men turned her into.

There was one final nail to add to the coffin of Sophia's situation too. Catalina had been posting explicit images of herself on all her social media pages. That had to go against so many rules and yet those sites had allowed it to happen. Whatever changes this organisation made seemed to overrule any normal restrictions made by society. They could get away with anything they wanted.

“You don't look very happy Sophie. Would you like me to play with your boobs again?” Chrissi's voice pulled Sophia back to reality.

“Later Chrissi. For now I think it's time our contestant selected her next case.”

> Right... I need to keep playing

No matter how hopeless Sophia's situation might have seemed, she wasn't going to achieve anything by standing around.

> Stay positive Sophia. There must still be a way out of this. Just keep going for now.

Sophia looked out across the sea of cases and the beaming assistant ready to open one. None of them particularly stood out to her so she just had to pick one at random.

“I'll have number eleven please Chrissi.”

==Author's Notes==

Thanks again for reading. The flashback scene took a lot longer for me to write than I thought. I'm not completely happy with how the chapter turned out but I hope it conveys everything I was trying to get across while still being a fun read.

The chapter with the next vote should come out in the next day or so.