Results: Gamechanger

Sophia waited quietly on stage as the vote was carried out. The only sounds were of the audience whispering to each other as they discussed their options. Sophia had no idea how much time had passed, but the silence on stage seemed to go on much longer than it had in the first round. Even Jack looked bored, tapping his foot impatiently and glaring into space. Suddenly he raised his hand to his ear and seemed to listen to something for a moment. As he did, his body relaxed and he looked over to Sophia with an amused grin. She felt her skin crawl as a sense of foreboding filled her mind. Anything that made that man smile was terrible news for her.

“Well, it seems the results are finally ready. Let's see what fate has in store for our darling Sophia this time.”

The back screen flashed to life, displaying the axis of a graph just like the previous round. Without a pause, bars began to extend along the graph and came to a stop one by one. Game show was the first to stop growing, then Skill Tree and Full House stopped in quick succession. The final bar continued to extend a moment longer, far outpacing the other options before it stopped. Both it and its runner-up started to glow.

“Well well. It seems our audience wasn't particularly moved by your plea after all. It looks like we'll be welcoming a new body on stage to accompany us throughout the rest of the show.”

Jack turned back from the screen towards Sophia, barely able to contain his delight, but she was still rooted in place, staring up at the bar that seemed to mock her with it's joyful radiance.

“What's the matter, dear? Are you not happy for the chance to face our game side by side with your friend? It's just like those fairy tales you cling to so much.”

> No... This is nothing like that. This isn't some magical story where the good guys win. We're just... toys... toys for you in your twisted, perverted little game.

Sophia wanted to throw those words of defiance his way, but they would not reach her lips. Instead she said the only thing she could bring herself to in her current state of utter powerlessness.

“Please don't do this. I'll take all the other options, but I'm begging you... please leave Heather out of this.”

The only thing she had to offer him was the chance to inflict further humiliations on her. That was all this man seemed to want from her. He wouldn't yield to sympathy or any sort of plea to his humanity. Sophia had to give him what he wanted. The thought of putting her best friend through this torment was so much worse than facing all of it herself alone.

“You'll take all the options, you say?” the man sniggered to himself as though there was something funny about what she'd said. “Well, you see... About that...”

Jack turned his head back towards the screen and Sophia hesitantly followed his gaze. The graph of votes was still displaying the winners of that round: Metagame out ahead and Full House in a narrow second. For a moment she was confused, wondering if she had missed something that would somehow explain the host's mirth.

> ‘All the options’... ‘Full House’...

Just as a connection was being drawn in her mind, something happened on the screen. Sophia watched as the bars for the third and fourth-place options slowly began to glow. She looked over to the host for an explanation.

“You see, love, with Full House also taking a winning spot, our showrunners decided it would be interesting to give our audience the chance to have it apply to this very round, and they snapped that opportunity right up. That means we'll be adding Game Show and Skill Tree into the mix as well.”

A cold chill ran through Sophia. It wasn't the thought of what the extra winners would mean for the game that caused it. That stuff seemed so inconsequential to her right now. What it meant was that she had nothing to offer up in exchange for her friend's freedom.

> Unless...

“But that's not all.” Jack's booming voice kept Sophia from taking the thought further, but she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of unease at what he said.

> Not all? He can't mean...

Movement out of the corner of Sophia's eyes pulled her attention back to the screen. Before her eyes the slide transitioned back to the results from the previous round, split evenly with three winners and losers. Somehow she knew what was going to happen. A weight settled in her stomach moments before the three shorter of the bars began to glow.

> No... N-no...This can't be happening... This is a lie... It has to be a lie.

“Our wonderful, discerning audience also decided you should receive the full experience you were missing from the Breasts round. How so very thoughtful of them.”

“Why?... Wh-why?...” Sophia muttered under her breath, her voice too weak to carry.

> Weren't the three that won already enough? Why must I go through this again?

After just three alteration, her breasts had ballooned to become a constant presence in everything Sophia did. With six alterations, they were going to completely take over her life. Was that what these people wanted? To turn her into nothing more than a walking pair of breasts?

> Maybe that's all I am now. Just a vessel to carry around these huge boobs around. That's all I-

“W-wait” Sophia pulled herself back, as she remembered the one silver lining she had. “M-my compensation! You said I would get a reward after two votes had passed!”

Jack turned to regard her with a smirk.

“Yes, well... These votes happened under rather unique circumstances, what with them both taking place simultaneously. Since the audience had no indication that any such compensation was on the line, our showrunners decided it wouldn't be fair to penalise the audience like that.”

> F-fair?

The word struck a nerve with Sophia. She wasn't the type to rise to anger, but something began smouldering inside as she listened to the host's excuse. It took a lot to bring it out of her, but the blatant way these people were taking advantage of her was grating on her, and this last excuse was the final straw needed to drive her to lash out.

“Fair?! How is any of this fair?! You're making up the rules as you go along! You've given me every single option that's come up so far! This isn't the least bi- Eek!!”

Sophia squealed upon receiving a sudden shock from the Collar. Before she could recover, her own hands rose to the neckline of her dress, and yanked it down in one forceful motion as her chest thrust itself forward. Her breasts leapt out of her bodice into the unobstructed vision of the thousands of people watching her. Her previous anger dissolved immediately under the shock and humiliation of being made to flash her audience.

> No no no. Don't look, don't look!

Despite her mental pleas, Sophia could tell that every eye in the room had honed in on her huge, exposed breasts. Many of them were looking past her but she just knew they had a closeup of her globes on the big screen, showing every tiny detail in perfect definition, from the beads of sweat rolling down the sculpted valley of her cleavage to the milky droplets slowly seeping from her delicate, rosy nipples.

> Oh God, they're just so big! This is so humiliating! They're just so big! I- I can't...

Though they hadn't changed at all, it felt like her breasts had grown another three sizes as they'd come out of her dress. Sophia's thoughts were trapped in a shameful loop, **** to focus on the huge, vulgar balloons that were now a permanent fixture of her chest. It felt like half of her body was comprised of naked boob flesh. The sheer mass of intimate skin she had on display made her position all the more degrading; a stance readily displaying her most sensitive parts like her body only existed for the pleasure of these shameless perverts. She felt exactly like that busty love doll her friend had shown her on her phone.

> Ah!...

Sophia felt another jolt run through her body, but this time it was not from the Control Collar. Though the room was warm, Sophia felt her nipples stiffening in the studio air. Her breasts were tingling under the weight of the audience's gaze.

> Wh-what is this feeling?

Sophia's heart was beating hard and fast. Her breathing was growing deep and erratic. She felt sweat creeping down her neck and shivers run down her arm.

> No. No, this isn't right! I... I'm not... enjoying this. I'm not! It's them! They're making me feel this way!

Sophia was flustered by the confusing sensations she was feeling. It was all so wrong. She knew it had to be some trick these people were playing on her with the Control Collar, but even knowing they were responsible, she couldn't deny how effective it was. She couldn't think straight. Her thoughts were scattered by the implication of the things she was feeling. It made her so uncomfortable, she had to deny it with every fibre of her being.

“Well now. Who knew our sweet kitten had some fire in her after all? But all that anger spoils that pretty, little face of hers. This cute blush rather suits her much more perfectly, don't you all think?”

“Y-you-” Sophia tried to deliver a line with the same conviction she'd done so before, to accuse him of making her feel things she didn't want to feel, but her voice immediately faltered as she let out the first word.

“Oh, I had nothing to do with this, my dear. The Control Collar detected your emotions growing to threatening levels and decided to intervene. It won't risk allowing you to do anything to disrupt the show, remember?”

> It... it won't allow it? Yes... Yes, that's right!

Sophia's addled mind was eager to cling on to any explanation that meant that these feelings weren't her own.

> This is a punishment. I've been a bad girl and I'm being punished. That's why I feel like this! That must be it!

“Now if you're done throwing your tantrum, I can let you put those away before we continue on with the show. Just say, 'I promise to be a good little kitty from now on'.”

It was all her fault for being a bad girl and allowing herself to lose her temper. She was being punished with these horrible, confusing feelings for it. That had to be the case. She was not some pervert who would find pleasure having these people ogle the most shameful part of her naked body. She'd never felt these tingles from being exposed to Alan or her friends. It had to be part of her punishment to mess with her mind. She was so **** for it to be so, that she readily convinced herself that she was the one in the wrong for getting so worked up.

“I guess we'll continue the show like this then if yo-”

“No, please wait! I... I'm sorry for getting mad before. I promise to be a good little kitty from now on!”

Though the promise was demeaning for Sophia to say, there was still some truth behind it. Jack was right. Anger really didn't suit her. She didn't know how to channel it into anything productive. The times she'd let vexation control her had only led to thoughtless actions she would come to regret; ruining Liam's life, and now bringing this humiliating punishment down on herself. It was never a good idea to let anger overtake her.

“Wow. That actually sounded genuine. It seems you've finally coming around to respect our game. I think we'll have the Control Collar lock that promise into your subconscious so you think twice about throwing a tantrum again.”

Sophia was barely listening to the host. She was too far inside her own head, desperately trying to ignore all the stares from the men in front of her along with the mix of uncomfortable feelings those gazes were giving her. Her body was trembling, and she desperately hoped that was due to her shame. Her breasts were heaving with every breath. Her nipples were achingly hard, more so than they had ever been before.

> Please just let me put them away. I'm begging you.

“Well you've been a good girl Sophia, so I'll let you fix your dress up, but that was very rude how you responded to the audience's generosity before. How about you give them a proper apology before you readjust.”

Sophia heard the words he wanted her to say in her head. They were the most degrading things he had made her say of her own volition yet, and the motion that was to accompany them was just as bad. There was no doubt she would say them though. Anything was better than enduring these confusing tingles of pleasure she felt under the audience's eyes.

Despite committing to do as Jack wanted though, it was still hard to do something so humiliating of her own volition in front of all these people. She couldn't bring herself to move.

> Just do it Sophia. You want this over, don't you? Or you really are a pervert getting off on this?... Just do it slut!

She goaded herself to take action. It was the only way she could think to get through to herself in her state of panic and confusion. It was much harsher than she liked to think about herself, but it gave her the push she needed to get over her inaction. Sophia's hands were still held in place by the Collar's command, hooking the fabric of her dress out of the way of her hanging breasts. Instead she began twisting her body from side to side.

The effect on her breasts was immediately obvious. At first they jostled and rubbed against each other chaotically, but they soon picked up speed and began to swing together. It was difficult for her to get the motion just right. Her breasts had such weight and mass that they shook her body as they moved, and it was deeply uncomfortable to fight against their momentum. She had to work out the rhythm they wanted to swing at and follow their lead until they reached a speed the Collar seemed willing to accept.

Sophia had been distracted from her thoughts while focused on setting her breasts into motion, but once she had found the right pace the shamefulness of her situation came back even stronger. She could now see the eyes of the people closest to her tracing their motion from side to side. It was even more clear now that she was presenting her breasts for the pleasure of her viewers, but this time she was a willing participant in the show.

> Focus Sophia. Just say the words and this will all be over.

Sophia began her apology without further hesitation. Her punishment was too close to an end now to think about what she was saying.

“I'm sorry for being a stupid, spoiled slut. I'm just a naughty, little kitten who doesn't know my proper place. Th-Thank you all so much for giving me such big, bouncy boobies perfect for a silly bimbo like me. P-please keep on voting to turn me into the perfect, little f-... p-perfect, little f-fuck-doll I was always meant to be.”

Despite trying not to think about it, Sophia's voice was shaking by the end of it. With the last word spoken, she finally felt the Collar release its hold on her hands. She immediately began stuffing her breasts back into her dress. It was considerably harder to get them in than it had been to release them. The action was coarse and undignified but she didn't care. She just wanted to put this nightmare to an end. With one last tug she managed to pull the fabric back into place. It went barely far enough to cover her nipples, but it was enough.

Despite being covered up once again however, Sophia couldn't bring herself to relax. Her body was still tingling with the residual sensation of being exposed. It was difficult for her to look at the audience now, knowing that every one of them had seen her bare chest. She was still flustered from the whole ordeal. Before she could even get a chance to catch her breath though, Jack was already pushing her into her next ordeal.

“Alright. Now that that little hiccup is out of the way, let's get the rest of those breast alterations applied.”

Sophia's eyes opened wide. In her daze she had forgotten about the detail that had led to her outburst. They were going to alter her body even more, and turn her breasts into an even greater disgrace to her character. She wanted to call out and oppose the changes but she couldn't.

> I promised to be a good, little kitt-... I-I mean, I promised I wouldn't make a fuss.

She'd already been penalised once by the Control Collar once for disrupting the show. Who knew what horrible punishment it would inflict on her if she repeated the offense. More than that, she somehow felt it in her core that she had to grin and bear what was to come, even while her mind descended into turmoil.

As the Collar heated up around Sophia's neck, she couldn't keep her thoughts from falling into a panic. They were striking her Achille's heel for a second time and it was too much for her to control the emotions swirling inside of her. She couldn't let them out, and so she held them back, allowing them to eat away inside of her as they spiralled into a storm of destructive thoughts.

> I'm nothing but a pair of fat udders, just a walking pair of 'fuck pillow's. Nobody cares how I feel. They just want to see me shake my big titties for them. That's all I'm good for now. I'm nothing but a pair of...

Sophia desperately wanted to tear the flimsy collar from her neck and escape her fate, but knew she'd only be punished further for the attempt. All she could do was stand helplessly as the heat built up around her neck, and allow the growing anticipation to further fuel her anxiety. She braced herself, ready to accept the jolt that would completely change her life.

Although Sophia was anticipating the shock, she was not ready for what happened after it was administered. She was shaken violently from her thoughts as her body lunged forward like someone had shoved her. Anxiety fell away as she stumbled to catch herself before she fell flat on her face. Her feet tangled beneath her but she managed to recover, straightening herself up to figure out what had happened. It felt like the weight in her breasts had shifted and was now pushing away from her body. She looked down confused and saw that they were still jiggling after the sudden motion.

“It looks like the first change has made itself immediately evident.”

Jack began to launch into his spiel off to her side, seemingly oblivious to the storm of emotions that had been raging inside Sophia's head. Now that she'd been pulled out of her downward spiral though, she found she felt surprisingly calm. Perhaps the dread and anticipation of what she had coming had been the worst part of the experience; or perhaps now she just felt apathetic now that it was too late to stop the alterations from happening; or perhaps the Collar had applied a tranquilising effect with it's shock so she could focus on the host's explanation; or perhaps she was simply too tired to muster up the energy to worry anymore. Likely it was a combination of all four.

“Thanks to the 'Knockers' alteration, our lovely Sophia is going to find herself feeling particularly top-heavy. She'll find her sense of balance frequently being thrown off by those big beach balls, especially when it would be most inconvenient for her. She'll be tripping tits-first into all kind of awkward situations, and anyone she does collide with will experience a huge surge of arousal to top it off. I hope you had no dreams of being a gymnast.”

Jack turned his head towards her for the last line. She'd noticed he much preferred talking to the audience than to her. He'd only address her to deliver a jibe, an order or to demand some embarrassing information out of her. It was more than just his instincts as a showman that had him facing towards the seats. She could sense an air of supremacy about him. He felt she was inferior to him, either simply for being a woman or for being one foolish enough to end up on this show. She didn't mind his neglect though. The less time she spent talking to this malicious psychopath, the better.

“They're also going to be subject to those special laws of physics that you'll only find apply to breasts in anime and video games. They'll be light when it comes to bouncing and swinging with every motion, yet heavy when it comes to maintaining that momentum. The results will be a sight that's always eye-catching and a delight to watch. Why not give us a bounce, my dear?”

Sophia knew it wasn't a request. If she didn't comply he would just use the Collar to make her do it in the most degrading way he could, and so she put in the minimum effort to jump as stiffly as possible just an inch from the floor, which was still rather difficult in the low heels they'd place her in. Even with such an attempt to supress her movements however, her breasts leapt up like they were under reduced gravity, then bounced half a dozen times before settling back into place. Even her dress, which clung tightly to her form, provided just enough give to allow them to jiggle as they liked. As they rubbed against the fabric, Sophia noticed they felt a bit more ticklish than before too.

“What a show, huh? Now we won't be able to demonstrate the other changes we've made here in the studio, but if you were to take all three of these alterations together, you could well summarise it as a complete destruction of Sophia's personal space.

“With 'Sweater Puppies' in particular, our lovely contestant is going to find her plump bosom has become a talking point for everyone around her. From the couple sitting across in the coffee shop to the little, old librarian at Sophia's university, discussing or commenting on the intimate details of her bustline will be akin to talking about what they saw on the telly last night. This fascination and lack of social filter also means that she'll be receiving open stares and even requests to play with her adorable puppies. Some might not even think to ask and just dive right in. Of course, puppies love to be played with so Sophia will always feel joy to receive such attention and she'll have a little boost to her sensitivity to reflect that.”

> That explains why this thing tickles so much

The dress had continued to rub slightly against her breasts with every movement. The sensation wasn't exactly strong enough to be called pleasurable though except maybe against her nipples. It would certainly prove distracting if she had to go a while like this, but wearing a bra would probably take care of it for her. It was a bit foreboding how her body would respond to stronger stimulations though, but she tried not to think about that.

“'Cupcakes' will likewise inflict those around Sophia with a fascination for her tits. Those affected by this one however, will instead feel a temptation to seek thrills or pleasure from her tits whenever they can get away with it. They might steal her bra and top in the locker room while she's not looking, cop a feel on a crowded train or spy on her in the shower. This temptation will outweigh any personal values they may hold. As long as they can get away without consequence, they'll take any opportunity they can find.

“Now this won't be affecting everyone at all times. It won't turn everyone around Sophia into a tit-hungry zombie just waiting for their chance to pounce on her. The more Sophia leaves herself **** however, the more she'll find people around her succumbing to temptation. Fall asleep in the wrong place and she might just wake up topless and covered in layers of jizz.”

Sophia cringed at the gross image Jack produced. She didn't have a habit of falling asleep in random places though and she certainly wasn't going to start now.

“As a nice little bonus, we've made Sophia's boobs taste tantalisingly sweet for anyone with the temptation to lick them. Combining nicely with 'Mommy Milkers', her lactation will now produce chocolate milk instead. As a kindness, this won't apply to the dribble that comes out when Sophia's reserves are full, so as not to stain the inside of her clothes.”

> How very kind of you...

“As a little demonstration of their tempting allure, you might have noticed Christi hasn't taken her eyes off Sophia's boobs since the changes went through.”

Sophia looked over to the co-host across the stage. Surely enough she was staring unabashedly at her breasts, and even looked to be drooling slightly.

“Hey, that's not fair. I've loved Sophie's boobs since before you changed them.”

“Ha, that is true. Chrissi might not make for the best example. Like I said, these changes can't be readily demonstrated in the studio, but I'm sure our lovely contestant will notice the effects when she returns to 'polite' society.

“That should cover all of our breast changes, I think. Now let's move on to the rules. I already went over these pretty in-depth before the vote so I won't cover everything again. We'll talk about 'Metagame' more once Heather joins us on stage next time. I'm sure you're all fully aware of the effects of 'Full House' now. 'Game show' means we'll be giving Sophia a challenge to complete over the intermission, and she'll be receiving a small reward or sizable penalty depending on her success next round. Let's talk about Skill Tree, and quickly explain how Sophia can expect to gain experience in the impressive ten skills she has to start out with.

“We've covered some of these before, but allow me to refresh you all. Mommy Milkers will gain experience whenever Sophia is milked; Fuck Pillows whenever she pleasures something between those whorish melons of hers; Bolt-ons whenever someone comments on her breasts being faked or someone reshapes them after sex; Knockers will gain a constant trickle of experience as they bounce around and a larger lump when she collides with someone; Sweater puppies whenever its effect causes someone to act inappropriately, such as playing with her breasts in public; and finally Cupcakes whenever someone sexually harasses Sophia or licks her tits.”

Sophia's head was spinning from all the information. It seemed intuitive enough, but it was a lot to take in all at once. If there was one thing to get out of it, it was that she was going to be seeing even more changes to her breasts in the days to come. It would likely bother her when that time came but right now she was just numb to everything.

“Now the 'Rules' skills have a few differences. They'll still get experience, but at a slower rate than other skills. These skills all have set effects when they level up; Sophia will not be given any choices. They are also the only skills that gain experience while Sophia is in the studio. Full House will gain some when one of its votes passes; Game show after Sophia succeeds at a challenge; Metagame for every change she applies to her maid-of-honour; and Skill Tree itself will fittingly gain experience every time another skill levels up.”

Again, Sophia was barely listening to the explanation. She was just too tired to stir up any emotion to what was being said. If anything, having all the options that were chosen for her after just two rounds listed out like this made it clear how much this game was stacked against her.

“Don't worry everyone. When we send Sophia back, we'll be sure to have her mind and body fully refreshed so she's ready to continue to take on our game.”

Jack seemed to have noticed how unresponsive she had become. He came to stand beside Sophia, then quickly brought a hand up to squeeze a breast. She yelped as an unexpected spike of pain and pleasure cut through her body.

“That should keep her awake through this last part” he chuckled. Sophia indeed felt a little bit of her focus return to her, but she didn't appreciate how the host had brought it out.

“Now before we head into the intermission, there's just a couple last thing Sophia needs to be aware of. Though she now knows that you are all watching her throughout the intermission, she won't remember that little detail when we send her back. Wouldn't want her getting shy now, would we?”

Sophia flushed at the thought of that. She didn't like to think what she might do, thinking that no one could see her. At the least it meant they'd be watching her in the shower, but she was more worried about her special intimacy training.

“As for the other thing... As you all know, while we have Sophia here in the studio we leave her body back home on autopilot. What we didn't tell you was that without Sophia's conscious mind to make decisions, the autopilot works by analysing Sophia's past actions, memories and intentions.”

Sophia suddenly felt an incredible sense of dread sweep over her.

“So when Sophia's only experience with her Mommy Milkers was continuously putting off having them drained, well...”

> Wait... No. No, you can't mean...

“Sophia's been a hermit for the last few days, but let's see what happens when she's **** to leave the house, shall we?”

== Author's Notes ==

Thank you all for reading once again. This chapter was a bit sporadically written so apologies for any sudden tonal changes in there. I'll clean it up when I have time later but I wanted to get it out quickly for feedback on certain things.

For those who didn't see, originally Skill Tree won out over Full House by a few votes. However, after I was asked about the possibility of Full House working retroactively, I decided to put that possibility out there in a survey, which caused the results to swing the other way with 75% in favour. To be honest, I was not expecting the Breasts round to also win this retroactive vote with how few votes some of the choices that weren't chosen got originally, but it was actually more popular than the Rules round with almost 90% voting for it. Since the votes were simultaneous and I made no mention of Sophia receiving compensation for either vote, I decided to waive it this time.

With that said however, I'm going to be making some adjustments to Full House going forward. My intention when writing it was for it to be used somewhere around 3-5 times across the length of the story on the rounds people most enjoyed every given option for. I didn't want to put a hard-cap on how much it could be used as that would overly discourage people from using it, but I didn't want it to be used freely as that might end up with it being used on near every round which would obsolete the point of voting.

As a middle ground, I came up with the system of compounding compensation for Sophia, which would start out very minor at first but become very impactful around the fourth successful vote. Reflecting on it, there's a big flaw with how I wrote it though. It encourages people to use the Full House votes early when there's little short-term consequences and punishes it being used on later rounds. Since you all have no idea what I have planned for future rounds, you don't know whether to use the vote on something you like now or 'save' it for something better in the future.

As such, I'm changing how the compensation works. Firstly it will no longer be compounding. Instead Sophia will always receive a Harmony change as well as one other reward, and that reward will be bigger the fewer rounds there have been and the more Full House votes have passed. Towards the top end of these rewards, Sophia will have some of her previous alterations undone, effectively turning the vote into an even trade rather than a straight gain. For instance, a successful vote during the next round will randomly remove two of Sophia breast modifications (weighted toward the ones that got least votes), but if you don't use it for a couple of rounds, the reward will reduce to something relatively minor.

Hopefully this change will keep the story from spiralling into a pile-on of modifications that detract from the impact of each individual change, without ever becoming too punishing for you to consider making use of the vote. Let me know what you think about this. I am open to suggestions on this if anyone can think of a better system.

I also have more details on the mechanics of how Skill Tree will work which you can find posted in a chapter below.

Also for those of you who have been enjoying the images I've included in the story, don't think I've forgotten about them. The image generator I use struggles with weird prompts like 'giving a dildo a titty fuck' so I couldn't get a picture that looked good enough for that scene even with manual editing. There'll definitely be more pictures to come in the future though.