Intermission: First Milk

The utility corridor was completely silent save for Sophia's breathing. Even at peak hours the basement level saw little use. The rooms here predated the university and no longer held any purpose. There wasn't really much reason to come down here apart from a few supply cupboards. As Sophia walked along, she felt comfortable she could make it most of the way to her office without being seen.

Sophia knew it wasn't really too late to turn back, but now that she reached the admin building, she truly felt she had to commit to staying here. Her indecisiveness was one of her worst traits, and in situations like this, she couldn't afford to let it paralyse her. She had made the decision to come here. She had to stop letting every little setback throw her off the course she had chosen.

In the peaceful stillness, Sophia had the chance to think about her task ahead as she walked, and the appointments she had scheduled for the day. Though it was her first day back at work, she would likely have several meetings with students already booked in. She worked as the University's accommodation liaison, and it was her responsibility to help students out with any issues or disputes they had with their accommodation, whether they were leased by the university or a private landlord. Not all the students she saw were meeting her about accommodation however. In fact, the majority of them weren't.

As a member of the student services, she was also available for students to book an appointment with to discuss any issues they were having with student life, provide assistance with applying for jobs, or even just have informal chats to help deal with anxiety, loneliness or general mental wellbeing. Sophia was a particularly popular member of the student services. She liked to think it was all due to her friendliness, positive energy, listening skills and the shrewd advice she gave, but she recognised that it was boys who made up the majority of her regular appointments, and she wasn't blind to the way many of them looked at her.

Sophia tensed up again as she reached the stairs up to the ground level. She couldn’t risk taking her hands away from her shirt, and so without the railing to support her, she took each step up at an agonisingly slow and careful pace, fearful that her breasts might take this moment to knock her off balance again. The entire way up she listened out for any sign of someone using the stairway, and breathed a sigh of relief when she finally made it up without incident.

Sophia leaned in to peek through the window of the stairwell and flinched back as her sensitised nipples felt the chill of the metal push panel. A second time, twisting to avoid the contact, she looked through with relief to see that no students had yet arrived. There were only a couple of her co-workers to contend with, discussing something on the far side of the room.

The offices on the ground floor were set up in a large open plan. The central space was arranged as a waiting area with the various offices of the student services encircling it. Sophia had come up the stairs closest to the corner where her own room was located, and though her office didn't have a door, she did have a folding partition she would draw for privacy whenever she was meeting a student. This was the last hurdle to cross before she could reach her sanctuary.

Sophia braced herself to head through as quickly and quietly as she could, and pushed through the door without giving herself a chance to hesitate. She didn't dare to look over and see if her co-workers had noticed her. She strode straight over to her office, set to ignore anyone who would call over to her. She breathed a sigh of relief as she made it in and pulled the partition across behind her.

Now that Sophia was in her personal space again, she finally felt safe to relax. The partition wasn't a guarantee of her privacy, but she had never known a co-worker to intrude on her when it was drawn. Just to be safe, she moved over to the sofa in the corner of the room that wouldn't be visible from the doorway, and as she sat down, she peeled the damp, spoiled shirt from her body and cast it aside.

The first thing Sophia wanted to do was check her breasts over for any cuts or grazes. Their curvature was too great for Sophia to look them over herself however, and without a mirror to examine herself, she was **** to scan them over with her hands. The first thing she felt was the constant trickle of milk leaking out from her nipples, dribbling down onto her skirt. She had no way to control the mess it was making. It was just one more reason to hurry and get herself expressed.

Sophia was slow and careful as she traced her fingertips across her bosom. Even such gentle motions sent pleasant tingles running through her skin. The alterations made to her breasts had ramped up their sensitivity, and Sophia couldn't help but imagine how intense it would be when she pleasured herself. The ordeals she was going through did a great job of subduing her already low libido, but at some point she was going to feel the urge to touch herself, and the alterations made to her breasts were going to make that a very different experience to what she was used to.

As she finished up her examination, Sophia was relieved to find that her accident had not left a mark on her. Likely the showrunners had made her bust more durable to account for any accidents they caused, not wanting to leave her body a bloody mess. She took the discarded garment to her side and draped it over her chest to try and soak up what milk she could. She had no intention of putting it back on in the state it was in, but fortunately she had a backup on hand. Paranoid that she might ever have her need of one, Sophia had made a habit of always carrying a spare tee in her handbag wherever she went to account for spills and tears. The only issue with it was that, even despite having switched in one from her order with a bigger bust size, the tee would never hope to stretch enough to contain the titans her breasts had become. One way or another, Sophia had to get them milked.

Ever since she'd decided that she would stay at work, Sophia knew deep down it would come to this. There was just no way she could get through her entire work day in this embarrassing state. She'd mulled it over in the back of her mind as she examined herself, and decided there was only one real way she could proceed. It was humiliating, but there was no possible way out of her situation that wasn't anyway. It was the only way she could think to minimise her own exposure and keep her dignity intact.

In half an hour's time, Sophia was going to have her first appointment of the day. She knew Jason Trent to be a polite, reserved and respectful second-year student, and one of the few she had never caught eying her down when she looked away. As a judgement of his character, Sophia was confident she could trust him to be discreet and understanding, and so, when he arrived for his appointment, she was going to ask him to milk her.

Sophia flushed just thinking about her plan. Nervous energy **** her to her feet and she began pacing the floor in agitation. The bounce of her breasts sent droplets of milk spilling in all directions, but Sophia had bigger things to concern herself with at this point.

> This is the only way. Only one person needs to see me like this.

She tried her hardest to convince herself. She didn't want anyone to see her in this state at all, but that just wasn't possible given the challenge she'd come here to complete. Her very last appointment of the day was a department meeting for student services. Every one of her co-workers was going to be there, and if she didn't have her milk expressed by then, every one of them would see her as some shameless perv with fake tits the size of her torso. It was only the logical thing to do, to get it done right away, before anyone else saw her, at the hands of someone she could trust not to take advantage of her.

> That's right. This is the best way forward.

She still didn't like it, but there was no easy way out of her situation. For as long as this perverted gameshow had its claws in her, her life was going to be a series of difficult decisions to hold on to who she was. She had to hold on to hope and the conviction to follow the path that was best for her.

The half hour leading up to her first appointment was one of the longest of Sophia's life. She tried to distract herself several times, diving into work or her emails to take her mind off the impending event, but it was too uncomfortable for her to sit down at her desk with her breasts exposed, constantly reminding her of her current predicament. She could only keep herself occupied for a couple of minutes before she was back to restlessly pace the floor, watching the seconds tick by. Her thoughts grew increasingly frenzied as she drew closer and closer to the appointed time.

She could have found a towel, gotten a blanket, done anything to cover herself up and make herself a modicum more presentable. But then she'd not just have to explain the situation to the boy, but actually strip herself in front of him. Watch him watch her expose herself as shed that layer of milk-soaked fabric. No, undressing herself in front of a student was an inexcusably slutty thing to do. It just felt so much dirtier. Better to let the dice remain where they had fallen. It wasn’t her fault she was like this.

Eventually, Sophia was pulled away from her thoughts by a light tapping on the partition.

“Miss? Sophia? Is it okay to come in?”

The familiar voice of her first appointment called out from the other side. Sophia froze in place, still in disbelief she was about to invite someone in to see her topless. She felt so **** and unprepared, but she no longer had a choice. Scrambling for that tight, tattered and stained shirt would only prove even more embarrassing.

“C-come in.” Her voice caught in her throat as she called out to him.

The partition slid aside, setting an unfortunate chain of events into motion. Jason took a couple of steps into the room before he came to a halt as his eyes processed what was waiting for him.

“M-miss Baxley?”

The partition remained open behind him. Sophia could see there were people now hanging about in the waiting area. Fighting panic welling up inside her, Sophia hurriedly rushed forward to close the partition again. As she did, the weight in her breasts shifted, causing her to tumble forward. Time seemed to slow down as she collided with the boy, her breasts cushioning the impact against his chest. Sophia closed her eyes and braced herself to fall with him to the floor.

After several moments however, Sophia was still waiting for the impending impact. She opened her eyes again to find she was in much the same position as when she closed them. Her body was almost frozen in place, moving at a tiny fraction of the pace it should have been, as was everything else around her. It really was like time had slowed down.

Before Sophia had a chance to wonder what was going on, she started seeing words in her head, almost like an invisible computer screen was floating before her eyes. The world around her began to fade away until there was nothing left but the words and the thoughts inside her own head.

Knockers advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Klutz] - Whenever Sophia would turn around, she will do so forcefully without checking out her surroundings.

[Klutz] - Sophia will have a great tendency to forget about or be oblivious to items resting in her cleavage.

[Cheerleader] - Sophia will have a tendency to bounce in place and grow highly animated whenever she is excited.

What's going on? Why is everything frozen?... There's no way those people are capable of doing something like this. Is there? Th-that's terrifying. This is part of that 'Skill tree' rule, isn't it? They want me to pick a change to affect myself with? And they'll just keep me frozen like this if I don't choose? I... Hmm. Then, maybe... I can use this time to figure out how to get out of this me- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Ngh, that hurt, that hurt. I'm sorry. I'll do it.

I really do need to choose one of these options then. There's no way around it. They're... not really that bad I guess. Compared to what's already been done to me, I mean. Jack did say the earlier ones wouldn't be so bad. They are a little embarrassing though, and it feels worse having to choose it myself.

Wait, I just realised something. All of these options affect my behaviour. I don't... How does that even work? When I get excited, will it just feel normal for me to bounce in place, or will it feel like I'm being **** to? Will I even notice the change at all? That second option says it makes me oblivious to things in my... How does that work? I just can't see or feel things that are in there. That's horrifying... but maybe I should pick it? I mean, when have I ever had things down there. The other two don't sound so bad but they affect me all the time. I'm going to be running into people all the time if I choose that first one, and that'll make me level up again faster. Yeah, it's got to be the second one. It's definitely the safest option.

Option 2 selected.

Sophia will have a great tendency to forget about or be oblivious to items resting in her cleavage.

As Sophia made her selection, the world around her rushed back to her awareness as her body hurtled forward, certain this time she would hit the floor. To her surprise, however, Jason braced himself against her weight, arms squeezing in on her bust as he raised them to plant his hands on her waist to catch her. He stumbled backwards half a step as she fell into his arms, but succeeded in holding her steady.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Relief flooded Sophia as the second fall of the day was narrowly avoided and she found herself cradled in powerful arms. Her saviour looked at her with worry, still holding her close in a perfect display of casual masculinity. She felt tingles throughout her body as she leaned in closer to her white-knight, pursing her lips to -

“U-um. M-Miss?”

Jason's confused tone dispersed the illusion Sophia was under and reality came rushing back to her. With shame she realised she was wrapped in the arms of a student. Her bare breasts were squeezed against his body, pressing her hard nipples into his ribs. Too focused on her wellbeing, Jason hadn't noticed that the hands he'd used to catch her were firmly cupping her backside. A prominent bulge was poking into her hips. Sophia flushed as she realised the collision with her 'knockers' had sent the boy into heat.

> Oh no, Sophia. What have you done?

An unspoken tension hung in the air between the pair as they stood in a lover's embrace. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw movement in the space outside her office. Her eyes shot wide at realising she was still in full view of anyone who looked her way. She frantically pulled herself from Jason's arms and swiped the partition closed for good, not daring to look out and check if anyone had seen her.

Sophia felt her cheeks burn at the disastrous start to her plan's execution. She needed to get things back on track. She had to just keep on ploughing through her humiliation. She paced back to her desk, too embarrassed to maintain such proximity to the boy, before resignedly turning back to him and giving him a full view of her naked breasts. His eyes widened and locked straight onto the erotic display offered to him. Sophia couldn't blame him. It was her fault he was so aroused.

“W-wow miss. I didn't think you would go for implants. Th-they look amazing though, don't get me wrong. They felt amazing too, of course. Really soft and warm. But, u-um, w-why are you naked?”

For a moment, Sophia was stunned by Jason's brazen remarks, before she remembered that everyone now considered it acceptable to speak openly about her breasts. That was going to be one of the more difficult changes for her to get used to. She reluctantly forgave him. She was about to make things a lot more intimate between them anyway and she needed to mentally gather herself for it. She leaned back on her desk to support her while she focused on getting the words out.

“Jason, I was hoping you would do me a favour. I-I, um... I started inducing l-lactation recently to help feed my niece, but I've been having trouble expressing myself and they're really starting to ache. I know this is a big thing to ask of you, but... d... do you mind helping me with that?”

Sophia's voice almost broke delivering the last line. She knew what she said made no sense, but she hoped Jason was too blinded by what was being offered to him to question it. She just wanted to get this over with as little hassle as possible.

“Y-you want me to, um... to coax you?”

Sophia blushed. Jason's offer was more innocent than what she had in mind. She feared at this point that just using his hands was not going to be enough to make any real progress in draining her breasts of their milk. She fixed him with an intent stare and a gentle smile to let him know that the offer was real.

“Actually, Jason, I don't think that will work. I was hoping you would... use your mouth... if you're comfortable with that.”

Jason looked dumbstruck on hearing Sophia's request. She tried her best to ignore how the bulge twitched in his pants.

“U-um... r-right. O-okay. I'll do it, Miss. I'll help you.”

“You won't tell anyone about this, will you Jason?”

“No, Miss! Of course not.”

Sophia's smile grew genuine despite herself. She knew she'd made the right choice in turning to Jason. Even teeming with arousal and with Sophia offering her body out to him freely, he still treated her with respect. She suspected many of the other boys she regularly saw here would have shown a different side to them.

“Okay, could you go and lie down on the sofa for me? Please.”

There were several positions Sophia could have used to breastfeed Jason. For her own sake, she needed to use the one that made her feel most in control of the situation, even if that made her have to take a more active, and thus embarrassing, role in the action. She waited for him to get comfortable on the sofa, then followed him over and kneeled down in a position where she could bend down and offer him her teat. From there beside him, she could feel how tense the boy was to be engaging in such intimate activity with his mentor.

“Just relax Jason. You're doing me a big favour so I want you to be as comfortable as possible. Just lie back and do whatever feels natural to you.”

Sophia had learned a little bit about breastfeeding from her sister. She'd heard that all humans had a primal instinct, ingrained in them from birth, to suck on a nipple that was offered to them. Their brains had a natural response to associate it with comfort and safety, and that was why teats and dummies were so effective at calming babies down. Heather had joked that that response was also why women ‘liked sucking cock so much’. At least, Sophia thought she was joking. Amy hadn't denied anything. Did other women really find it relaxing and comforting to do that kind of thing? In any event, Sophia knew Jason would start to relax once they both got underway, but she didn't know if that would help with her own jitters.

Doubts were starting to creep in on Sophia. She was about to enter a state of intimacy with another man. This wasn't a compulsion, like she'd felt with Lena's dildo. This was entirely her choice. She did have her reasons - she'd been pushed into this position by that perverted gameshow - but she was still betraying Alan nonetheless. She knew he would understand and forgive her if she could just explain it to him, but she couldn't. She would have to keep this a secret from him, and bear the guilt of being a horrible fiancée to him every time she saw him from here on out.

“Miss, are you sure you want to do this?”

Sophia looked down at the boy lying before her. He could see the worries written on her face. It was sweet of him to show concern for her even now, but she couldn't afford to let him voice concerns when she was so unsure herself. She bent forward, answering him by guiding a nipple to his mouth. She didn't have to stoop far. Her heavy bosom already almost hung down to his face while she was straightened up; a reminder of why this had to be done.

> It's too late to turn back now. There was no better way. I have to do this.

Jason stuck out his tongue as her body approached him, tracing along her skin to taste the trickle of milk seeping down her front. Sophia shivered as the contact sent tingles through her sensitive flesh. The feeling of his tongue was strange to her; gross and slimy yet not entirely unpleasant. His brows raised at the unexpected sweet and chocolatey flavour of her milky skin but he quickly relaxed and accepted it. His tongue lapped at her nipple and curled around it like he was trying to pull it to his lips. Sophia flushed as she let out a tiny moan. The physical stimulation was beyond anything she'd ever felt with her old breasts.

As her nipple reached his lips, Jason greedily took it into his mouth and began to suckle. A flood of new sensations began to flow through Sophia's body. Her offered nipple filled with a comforting warmth as milk began to flow from it at more than a trickle. A soothing blanket of serenity descended over her mind, making it so difficult for her to hold on to her anxieties. A general sense of ‘rightness’ subsumed her, like she was fulfilling a function her body was made to do.

> Do all women feel like this when breastfeeding?

It was obvious that the changes made to her breasts were greatly amplifying the things she was experiencing, but if the underlying feelings were natural, Sophia could understand why her sister and a lot of other women felt it was so important. Amy had even enjoyed it so much, she once confessed, that she had come to start including it in her private time with her old boyfriend.

Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad for Sophia to include this in her weekly intimacy training. It usually took Alan a while playing with her breasts to put her in the mood, but if nursing continued to feel this comfortable, it would help her to feel relaxed enough to engage in no time at all. Distantly she remembered her objections to doing it. She didn't like to place such great focus in their relationship on sexualising her breasts. It was so hard for her to think like that right now though. This feeling was so warm, so intimate, so comfortable. It was something she wanted to experience with her fiancé.

Beneath the feelings of peace and serenity, there was a much more primal feeling too. Sophia's breasts were an erogenous organ, and with their greatly heightened sensitivity, her body couldn't help but respond a little to the constant stimulation of her nipples. It was small, but there was an unmistakable heat forming between her legs, reminding her of the sexual nature of this shared intimacy.

Sophia was pulled from her thoughts as she felt fingers squeezing her unsuckled breast.

“Jason!” she cried out in surprise at his sudden groping. Sophia looked down at her breast to see the boy's hand recoil like he'd touched a hot stove, hovering in the air like he didn't know what to do with it. Something else had caught her attention however, and had gotten Sophia thinking.

In the brief moment his hand had rested on her breast, the stream of milk flowing out from her nipple had risen, all thanks to the added intimacy of their flesh-on-flesh contact. With the size her breasts had grown to, it would take them hours and hours to drain them at the rate they were currently going. Sophia simply didn't have that long. Her next appointment was due in less than an hour. She needed to have her breasts shrunk down as much as possible by then, even if that meant pushing things just a little bit further.

More than that however, Sophia could see the genuine apology in Jason's eyes at upsetting her. He looked so peaceful lying there with her breast in his mouth, so gentle. Perhaps some strange maternal sense had awoken inside Sophia but she felt a sense of closeness to this boy. She wanted him to be comfortable.

“Wait, Jason, it's okay. You just surprised me. You can touch them if you want to.”

The earnest tone in her voice was convincing enough, and the boy slowly moved his hands to make intimate connection with her naked flesh. His touch was gentle, like he was brushing a delicate flower. It tickled her skin, and she couldn't help but squirm in his hands. Sophia was rewarded with a stronger stream, and all her feelings of warmth, comfort and physical arousal grew with it.

Sophia continued on like this for a while. There was nothing else for her to do but bask in the glowing sensation of her milking while Jason did all the work. As time went by he really started to get into it, pawing at Sophia's breasts and sucking harder and harder on her nipples like the stream might stop at any moment. His eyes shut tight. The look of focus on his face was adorable to Sophia.

As the minutes passed by, she began to notice signs of progress. The breast she fed to Jason seemed a little smaller than it had been; she had to lean in a little closer to feed it to his lips. As she was musing on how well things were going however, she felt an odd but familiar sensation start to pass over her, as things seemed to slow down around her. She was dismayed at having gained another level already, but this time she was ready for what was coming. As time slowed down almost to a halt, the feeling of serenity faded away. Her thought became clear, free from the pleasure radiating from her body. Words appeared before her eyes again and Sophia lost track of the world around her once again.

Mommy Milkers advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Cow] - Sophia will moo happily while being milked.

[Milf] - Sophia will experience a heightened bonding response while breastfeeding an adult.

[Milf] - Sophia will feel a sense of pride and satisfaction when a younger man stares at her breasts (scaling with the number of ‘MILF’ modifications she receives).

Ugh. Option one is so humiliating. I told Lena I don't want to act like a cow. It's so dehumanising. There's no way I'm picking that one. The other two affect my emotions though. That's really scary, but... I don't have a choice.

I don't want to feel good about pervs staring at my chest, but what does a 'heightened bonding response' even mean? Is that what my sister was talking about that one time? When you breastfeed a baby, it triggers a hormonal response in you both that makes you feel a bond for each other. If that's what it means, then... it'll make me bond with anyone I breastfeed? I'm breastfeeding Jason. Am I-... Will it make me fall in love with him? I don't think it will go that far, but can I really risk it? I love Alan. He's the only one I'm meant to be with. I can't risk falling in love with another man...

But that only leaves option three. Feeling good about people leering at me. Only perverts feel good about men staring at their chest. That's not what I-... No, wait, hold on Sophia. It's fine. It only says it makes me feel satisfied about men staring. It doesn't **** me to show them off at all, and it doesn't say anything about removing the shame of having people stare. I'm still going to know it's a slutty thing to do. I'm not going to suddenly invite people to stare down my top. It's not going to change anything about me except make it feel a little good. I don't let myself gorge on ice cream because it feels good. I have complete control over myself. That settles it. It has to be option three.

Option 3 selected.

Sophia will feel a sense of pride and satisfaction when a younger man stares at her breasts (scaling with the number of ‘MILF’ modifications she receives).

As time resumed once again, Sophia was seamlessly immersed back into the emotions and sensations she had been feeling before like there was no break in them at all. Any concerns about her new modification were swept away by the serenity of her intimacy with Jason. With one hand she began to gently stroke his hair. It felt right for her to do.

“That's it. Keep going. Drink your fill.”

One of the boy's eyes cracked open as she spoke, taking in the sight of Sophia's bosom resting on his body. Something about that made her feel happy inside. She leaned in further over him to grant him a better view. She felt a bit embarrassed about doing so, but that feeling was drowned out by how good it felt to see the boy absorbed in them and her desire for Jason to be comfortable.

The peace was momentarily broken as Sophia felt the boy shift uncomfortably beneath her. She realised she no longer felt his touch on her breast, and looked down to see what the matter was. His hand had moved down to stroke the bulge in his trousers.

“Jason, you can't do that” she said to him in a breathy whisper.

“Please, miss. I need it.” Jason's lips left her teat as he protested, and Sophia felt the serenity of the moment begin to fade away.

She could almost hear pain in his voice as he spoke. His collision with her breasts had left him stiff with need for release before they'd even started breastfeeding. Being so intimate with a woman must have pushed his arousal even further past that point. Did men start to ache when they became too turned on? That sounded like something Sophia might have heard at one time.

This was further than Sophia ever intended to go, but she didn't want Jason to be uncomfortable. Looking at his pained face made her feel horrible. It wasn't fair to leave him this tense when he was already doing so much for her. As embarrassing as it might be to let a boy pleasure himself to her, it wouldn't actually affect her at all. If she kept her eyes on his face she wouldn't even see him touch himself. There was no problem with letting Jason bring himself the release he needed, except...

> I can't risk it. I can't risk setting that off again.

If Jason brought his thing out too close to her chest, the urge to take it between her breasts would overwhelm her. She would be **** to debase herself, shamelessly servicing the boy with her boobs until he was satisfied. The shame of doing it with her friend's toy had been bad enough for Sophia. Objectifying herself before a boy who respected her so much would be outright humiliating. She had more to lose than her dignity as well. Succumbing to the compulsion would consume so much of the limited time she had left.

But it was clear as well that Sophia's breasts were not draining fast enough. She had made good progress already in bringing them down to an acceptable size, but there was still so much volume to burn through that it felt like she had barely made a dent. She couldn't afford to hesitate in adding any element of intimacy she felt she could to the mix. Minutes were ticking away, and the scene that was playing over and over in her mind was walking out in front of all her co-workers with the breasts of a trashy slut.

“Let me do it.”

Sophia was just as shocked as Jason to hear the words pass her lips. She didn't know where they came from, but it was too late to take them back. They were out now and hanging in the air between them. Jason was looking up at her, eyes full of desire. She couldn't blame him after everything she had put him through; everything she was still putting him through. It was her fault his body was so tense with need.

It just made sense though. There was no risk of triggering her compulsion as long as she stayed in control. She needed more intimacy. There was no way around that. It was a nasty, treacherous thought but she couldn't see any other way. Minutes were ticking away before she would lose this opportunity for good, and what would she do then? Impose herself on one of her female appointments? Place herself at the mercy of a perverted boy? No, whatever state her breasts were in when she left this appointment would be the way she presented herself to the world, and the way it would judge her.

Guilt ate away inside Sophia as she came to her conclusion. Physical intimacy had never mattered to her except in how it mattered to Alan. She knew that, as a man, it was important to him to be the only one to enjoy the touch of her body, and that made it important to her. She wanted him to be the only man to know her as a woman, but...

Alan was an understanding man. The fact that he admired every part of her over her sex was what drew Sophia to him. If he knew that this intimacy would spare her dignity, she knew he would forgive her in a heartbeat. When this all came to an end and Sophia got to tell him about the hardships she'd faced, he would forgive her. Sophia knew that, at least in spirit, she had his blessing.

> I... I have to do this. I'm sorry Alan. I know you would understand.

Sophia couldn't completely shift the guilt from her heart as she gently guided Jason back to her nipple, but the comforting sensations of his breastfeeding returned just as potently despite her inner conflict. She allowed herself to submerge in those feelings to soothe her anxious heart.

“That's it, Jason. Just relax and drink up all my milk. Let me relieve you of that horrible ache.”

Her eyes cast on Jason's peaceful face as she ruffled through his hair, Sophia ran her other hand up his thigh to find his zipper. She hesitated for just a second as it trailed across his bulge, before she took hold of the tab and slowly eased it open.

As Jason's member sprung free of its fabric prison, Sophia couldn't help herself from turning to face the sudden motion of that which she’d been trying not to look at. Her gaze locked directly onto it, like the appendage held some morbid fascination to her. Sophia had seen few of these in her life, and only one she had truly studied. She felt gross just looking at this one, but all of the stimulation to her breasts had gotten her hot enough not to instantly recoil at the sight of it. Her fondness for the boy made it palatable to gaze at, and her curious mind couldn't help but want to compare it to the one she knew so well.

Jason's manhood was perhaps a little longer than Alan's. Both were comfortably big enough to wrap two hands around, not that Sophia would ‘comfortably’ ever wish to do so. What made Jason's stand out was its thickness. It stood up straight, strong and firm. Its girth gave it a dominating, masculine presence like it was unashamed to assert itself. Sophia couldn't help feeling a little intimidated by it.

> I-I think... I prefer Alan's... It's more graceful, more... humble.

Sophia couldn't deny that this one fit Jason well though. Perhaps she was influenced by her perception of him, but looking at this penis gave the impression it belonged to someone who would gently but firmly guide and protect his woman. She was sure the lucky girl that he would one day take as his partner would come to treasure the sight of it.

> W-wait... What am I thinking?

Sophia blushed as she realised where her thoughts had gone to. The warm sense of comfort radiating from her nipple made it easy for her mind to wander down roads it would never usually tread. It stilled many of the feelings of aversion, apprehension and discomfort she would normally feel with such sexual matters. Even so, the sight of Jason's member throbbing with desire to erupt and the smell of his musk drifting from it were enough to make her wrinkle her nose in distaste.

“I'm sorry, Miss. I'll put it away.”

Jason must have noticed her body stiffening. He could tell from her face that the thought of pleasuring his penis was not a pleasant one for her. She could tell from his that he desperately wanted her to do it anyway, but he was too much of a gentleman to push her into something she wasn't onboard with. She gave him the most reassuring smile she could manage and pressed his face to her bosom one final time.

“It's okay Jason. I want to do this for you” she lied. “Please, you just focus on sucking all of the milk from my breasts for me, okay?”

Sophia turned the boy's head to be facing straight into her bosom. She needed to calm herself down as much as possible for what she was about to do and his gaze on her chest gave her a nice feeling. It gave her a tiny tinge of pride in her **** mind that it was her breasts that made him feel so worked up. She squinted her eyes before turning back to his penis, as though direct sight of it might somehow harm her, and gingerly reached her free hand out towards it until she could feel its heat in her palm.

> That's it Sophia. You can do this. You don't need to look at it anymore.

Sophia turned her head back to Jason, but her full attention was still on her hand. She could feel his rod pulsing against it like a heartbeat, her stomach churning in time with its twitches. It gave off so much heat, like it was burning up with desire for her touch.

Sophia had never imagined she would ever do this thing for anyone but her beloved. Alan had thoroughly trained her on how to work his penis with her hand to make him feel good. It felt dirty for Sophia to have that knowledge within her, but knowing she couldn't satisfy her lover's sexual needs the way other women could, she'd attentively absorbed every scrap of information he could give her on this one manoeuvre so she could do the best for him that she could. And now she was going to use those lessons to bring sexual release to another man.

The very first step was of utmost importance. Her fingers slowly started to curl around Jason's erection until it was fully within her grasp. She had to concentrate to get this right. Her muscle memory would make her grip too tight for his girth. Her hold had to be strong enough to form good friction with his member, but not too much to hurt him or squeeze on his veins and hamper the flow of blood. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his spongy flesh against her fingers, feeling every twitch reverberate through her body as she tried to recall what the correct pressure felt like.

> I think this feels right... Um, I-I mean it doesn't ‘feel right’, but I think I'm ready.

Sophia cracked her eyes open to study the boy's face. He still happily watched her chest as he suckled away, his lips curling up around her nipple into a dopey smile.

> Okay, here goes...

She carefully began to gyrate her hands back and forth at a slow pace as she watched for any signs of pain. Instead she noticed the boy visibly relax as the action began and she breathed a sigh of relief. Emboldened by her success, she began to drive her arm harder, picking up speed faster than she meant to until her pumping reached a regular rhythm.

“Ahhh- nggh!”

Sophia suddenly found herself suppressing a moan. As though someone had turned a faucet inside of her, she suddenly felt the stream of milk from her nipple double in flow, along with the sensations that came with it. She blushed as she met Jason's eye looking up at her. He was certainly aware of the faster stream. She could hear him gulping every few seconds to keep it from filling his mouth.

“Does that feel good Jason?” she asked to distract him from her embarrassing slip-up. He nodded enthusiastically then turned his gaze back onto her breasts.

The joy and pleasure emanating from Sophia's bosom had reached something of a crescendo now. It drowned out everything else that happened around her, like she was floating in a warm ocean with nothing around her for miles. Any shame, guilt or disgust at what she was doing was washed away in the waves of pleasure crashing in on her. All she saw was Jason's peaceful face as she brought him pleasure. As long as she kept pumping her arm, they could both continue to feel this way.

Immersed in the feelings emanating from her chest, Sophia continued to work Jason's penis faster and faster. The boy was no match for her eager ministrations. He groaned into her breast. His body tensed up as he felt a swift approaching orgasm he had no hope of holding back. Just a second later he shuddered as an intense jolt of pleasure tore through his body. Strings of semen shot out of his cock high into the air before raining down to cover everything around it in a sticky mess.

Sophia noticed this only distantly however. Her attention was on her own ejaculation as a sudden surge of milk began to gush from her nipple into Jason's mouth. Her vision dissolved into whiteness as her senses were overwhelmed. The feeling was unlike any orgasm she had felt, less a peak than a comforting pulse that resonated throughout her body. Even when Jason's mouth lifted from her to moan aloud, the pleasure continued to flow through her. She arched her back without a care, spraying her milk across the room in all directions.

Over time the pleasure began to fade, leaving Sophia gasping for air as lucidity returned to her. Though her body still hummed with residual ecstasy, her mind was clear enough to be ashamed at how much she'd lost control of herself to the sensations emanating from her newly sensitised breasts.

Her shame was undercut however, as she looked down to see the shocking results of her erotic milking. With everything going on in her mind, Sophia hadn't even considered that the breast not fed to Jason's lips might drain slower than the other, rendering her bust a lopsided mess. Her right boob was not the titan it had started out as, but it had only made a fraction of the progress that the other one had.

Despite that, Sophia couldn't help but feel elated as her eyes cast across her left breast, now significantly smaller than what it had been. Jason's orgasm alone looked to have spouted two cup sizes worth of milk from her nipple. Though still considerably bigger than her head, when laid beside her larger breast it looked outright modest in comparison. It was far from ideal, but at least it painted her more as some extremely vain woman than a depraved pervert who'd shamelessly transformed her body to fulfil some debaucherous fantasy.

> I can't end it like this though. I need to fix my other breast. I need to keep going.

Sophia turned her eyes to Jason who lay basking in the afterglow of the orgasm she'd given him, his penis slowly deflating, streaks of semen covering his crotch. Sophia's face grew hot looking at the mess that she had caused, then in a spark of realisation looked at her hand to see the same sticky fluid upon it and winced at the sight. Her first impulse was to wipe the nasty substance from her body but there was nowhere to do so within reach. Her torn, filthy blouse would have been the ideal rag if only it was at hand, but she couldn't let herself lose all the momentum she'd gathered to get up and grab it. She was completely grossed out by the thought of the sticky fluid drying into her skin but she had ****. She had other matters to prioritise.

“Thank you so much Jason. That was such a big favour you did for me. Do you mind helping me with my other breast now?”

Sophia's voice woke the boy from his orgasmic stupor. He opened his eyes and looked up at her alarmed.

“Oh... Uh...”

The boy was hesitant to answer, unsure what to say. One of his hands unconsciously swept across to his stomach, prompting Sophia to realise what his problem was. His belly looked quite bloated after swallowing what must have been several pints of milk.

“I, uh... It's okay if you want to spit it out this time. The sofa is a mess anyway. Please Jason. It would be a really big help for me.”

Jason hesitated. Sophia could see the conflict written on his face but knew he was too nice of a guy to leave her like this.

“Alright Miss. I'll keep going.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this. Now come spin around to my other side.”

Jason did as she asked until the arrangement was a mirror of the original position. As Sophia leaned in to feed him her other nipple, she reached out with her opposite hand to begin to stroke his flaccid penis.

“U-um, Miss? It's okay. I already... you know... I don't need that anymore.”

“I-it's okay. I don't mind. How long until you can do... 'it' again?”

Jason looked at her in confusion, not expecting this kind of behaviour from his mentor. He had the look of someone re-evaluating everything they thought they knew.

> Oh god. He must think I'm such a slut, **** to get him off. I... I need to do it though. It won't be fast enough otherwise.

“Um... maybe half an hour?”

> Half an hour?! We don't have that long left. What am I going to do?

Sophia's mind scrambled to find some way to add intimacy back into the arrangement. Using her hands like this was already stretching the limits of what she was comfortable with. While she thought, her hand continued to stroke Jason's penis as if by some miracle her touch might revive it. She found it curious how it had kept most of its length as it went soft, as she'd only known Alan's to shrink right down when she was done with it. She had no way to know if this was normal for Jason. When she had first taken it out for him, it was already-

> Wait, that's it!

Sophia pulled her nipple back from Jason's lips as he went to suckle it, leaving him with his tongue lapping at the air. She pushed her chest into his. Her larger breast took most of her weight, spilling out in all directions while it sheltered the smaller one. She pulled back and tried again and again, compressing and releasing her boobs against his firm body in an experimental rhythm, the whole time watching his penis for signs of life.

“Sophia?”

> This isn't quite right... What if I...

“Just hold still” she told him as she started rising to her feet. Halfway up however, she paused, her knees off the ground and her body supported by her arms planted on the sofa. Without any warning she pulled them away, allowing her weight to fall back down a couple of inches. Jason only had time to flinch as Sophia's chest collided with him again.

“Miss! Are you alright?”

“Shshsh, I'm okay. You just relax, alright?”

Without any time to waste, Sophia quietened the boy before he could question why she had stood up just to fall onto him again. Her gambit seemed to have worked, as she saw his member begin to twitch back to life and slowly rise of its own accord. She needed it to be harder though, to maximise her flow. Without a second thought she pushed herself up and thumped her bosom down onto him a second time and then a third. Each time his penis twitched and rose until it jerked fully upright.

Before Jason had a chance to speak up again, Sophia shoved her breast into his face and he latched onto her nipple without resistance. As she began to rub his member with her other hand, she was relieved to feel her milk start to flow as smoothly as it had before. Sophia was glad that her plan had succeeded, but one pervasive thought now sat at the back of her mind.

> I... just used one of their changes... for my own gain. Is this show really starting to change me?

Sure, it had been to get out of one of the situations that those people had **** her into, but thinking like that was a slippery slope to start playing into the character that they wanted her to be. How many times using one of their alterations because it was convenient for her before she started considering these changes as normal and lose sight of who she used to be?

Sophia was rattled from the thought as she felt a hand grabbing her bum. She looked down at Jason and felt a chill run down her spine. The boy's breathing was heavy and laboured and his face flushed a deep scarlet. Gone was the peaceful expression he had worn while nursing at her teat. Now his eyes peeled hungrily over her feminine curves, hips bucking against air as Sophia pulled her hand back from his member in shock.

> Oh God. What have I done?!

Sophia was **** to witness as her student devolved into a lust-crazed zombie, kneading her backside with one hand and reaching for her drained breast with the other. Neither cared to be gentle, treating her body like a stress toy to be mauled freely for his pleasure. Sophia had been so foolish, thinking only of her repeated collisions as a means to speed up Jason's recovery without any regard for the effect they had on his mind.

Having her body molested like this was one of Sophia's biggest nightmares. It made her feel like she didn't matter as a person, only a curvy figure to make pervs happy. It highlighted the parts of her body she was most ashamed of and completely side-lined her personality. Sophia was fortunate in life to be safe from such harassment for the most part, but when it did happen her body would always freeze up, and she would wait it out a little to see if it would finish on its own before she thought about her escape.

Escape was not an option here however. This was instant karma. She was the one responsible for the state Jason was in, and she had to accept the consequences of what she had done. The boy would come to his senses once she'd brought him to orgasm again, but until then she had **** but to be his unwilling squeeze toy and hope that was enough to satisfy him.

Sophia tried to settle in against Jason's touch, but it was difficult to ignore such rough groping. His fingers pushed deep into her flesh, eliciting an awkward mixture of aching, discomfort and traces of pleasure. She was thrown off balance as the boy suddenly tugged her body into himself to get a better hold of her. As she shuffled to re-centre herself, she became aware of how much her knees and back were aching supporting such a pose for so long. As Jason continued to fidget she was **** to arch her back, pushing her breasts and bum out to give him better handholds. It felt disgusting to facilitate her own molestation but she didn't have a choice. She needed Jason to keep sucking, and that meant satisfying those urges Sophia had seeded inside of him.

Her hand returned to his penis, which had continued to thrust disturbingly into space without her attention, and continued where she left off. The moment she started pumping her hand along Jason's penis she felt her milk begin to flow quickly again. The comfort that she had come to associate with breastfeeding began radiating from her offered nipple and started to once again flow through her body. She accepted it wholeheartedly as a distraction from her situation, allowing it to pull her away from all the stress and anxiety her situation had brought her. Little by little she allowed it to consume her thoughts until there was nothing left in her mind but warmth and comfort. It didn't take long for Sophia to once again be washed away by the relaxing tides of her milking.

“Hah... hah... hah…”

Sophia panted heavily as she came down from the tide of Jason's second orgasm. This one had been no less powerful than the first, maybe even a little stronger, and had caused her body to drop down on top of Jason as she endured the wave of near-erotic pleasure crashing over it. Her nether had twitched as the creeping build-up of physical arousal throughout her milking almost pushed her to her own orgasm. She'd squeezed her thighs together tightly to hold it back as she rode out the rest of her nipple's eruption.

Now that she had the strength to do so, she pushed herself back up to her knees and watched the boy lying beneath her. His body had slumped into a state of utter relaxation, the only motion coming from the rise and fall of his chest. He looked up to meet her gaze. The lustful, crazed glare had vanished from his eyes with his ejaculation. In its place she thought she saw something like a mixture of relief and regret. Between ragged breaths he tried to speak out to her.

“I'm sorry... I don't know... what came over me... I'm sorry I...”

His words tugged at Sophia's heartstrings. Thanks to her carelessness, she'd pushed Jason into doing something he was ashamed of. It was probably the first time he'd ever laid his hands on a woman without her consent. She felt responsible to ease that guilt.

“I-it's okay Jason, really. Listen, I was the one who asked you to breastfeed me. I was the one who came to you with no top on and... and shoved my breasts in your face. That was me giving you permission to touch me, okay? You have nothing to feel bad about.”

“But I...”

“Jason.” Sophia lifted his chin as he tried to avert his gaze. “I really appreciate what you did for me, so thank you... thank you for milking me.”

She couldn't help blushing as thanked the boy for his assistance. Now that the ordeal was behind her and all those pacifying feelings had faded from her body, it felt increasingly embarrassing to keep talking about what they had done. Her words finally got a smile from the boy though, brightening his face up with the look of genial warmth she knew him so well for.

Sophia couldn't help seeing that smile in a different light now however. That lustful wolf-like stare of his had been etched into the back of her mind, and imposed itself in her mind's eye as she looked upon his face.

It had taken some time to bring Jason to orgasm again. Though he had been filled with a burning need for it, the supernatural effects of her breasts did not seem enough to make his body capable of ejaculating again so soon. To her relief, it had not needed the full half hour Jason had suggested it might. Less than fifteen minutes of carefully pampering his shaft was what it had taken for him to shoot his second load and bring about that blissful surge of milk from her teat that Sophia had gone through all that trouble for.

All that time, however, she'd been subjected to Jason's fingers prodding and squeezing her body. Even as she'd let herself drift into her dreamlike haze, she couldn't escape the unwelcome feeling of his hands crawling over her skin, lifting her skirt to grope the bare flesh of her bum. It was the longest that she'd ever been molested for. She knew it wasn't really his fault at all, but she was still left with a bitter taste from the experience. She didn't know if she would ever be able to purge that image from her mind and see him in the same light again.

No doubt it would be the first thing on his mind when he thought of her too. The malleable softness of her breasts, the sweet taste of her nipples on his lips, the ample curves of her body; he now knew the intimate details of her new body more than any student should, experienced it before her own fiancé even had. Would he think of this moment whenever he touched himself now? That was a level of shame she wasn't sure she could stand to bear.

> Stop it Sophia! Jason's a good man. He doesn't deserve this. Don't let this make things awkward between you.

Sophia mentally berated herself and tried her best to set aside what had happened to her, before fumbling for some way to break the silence that had formed between them.

“I'm... I'm sorry we didn't get around to what you came here for.”

She did feel a little guilty about using so much of the boy's time. She didn't even get to hear what issue he had brought to her to speak about. It was too late for that now of course, with only a few minutes before she was due for her next appointment.

“No, Miss, it's okay. I can save it for next time. I'm just happy I could help you out. I'm, uh... sorry about the mess.”

As Jason lifted himself up onto his elbows, Sophia followed his eyes to the large damp patch on the sofa around where his head had been laying. The milking had been a messy experience for both of them, with copious amounts of milk dribbling from Jason’s mouth as he tried to keep up with her bounty. The cushions were soaked by the leakage of her other breast as well. She felt bad about the prospect of asking the cleaners to fix that up for her, but on the bright side, there was barely a trace of semen on it to explain to them. All of that had landed on Jason's lap and also, to Sophia's sudden realisation, all over her hands.

Everything else momentarily forgotten, Sophia clambered to her feet holding her hands out in disgust. It felt so gross to have both of them covered with the nasty stuff slowly drying into her skin. The first thing she did was hurry over to her handbag and reluctantly reach one hand inside, trying her best not to spread the slimy substance more than she needed to. All she found within, however, was a couple of wet wipes. Enough to wipe the goo from her skin, but not enough to cleanse the dirty feeling from her pores.

While she'd been scrambling to clean off her hands, Jason had lifted himself up into a sitting position, courteously remaining seated so as not to drip the mess onto her floor. Once she'd gotten herself as cleaned up as she could manage, she turned her attention back over to him, wondering what they could do about it. Sophia didn't have anything left in her handbag or office that could deal with such a mess. Her eyes darted around in case she'd missed anything and landed on her tattered blouse laying discarded on the desk.

> I... I guess that's nothing more than a wet rag now. I won't be wearing it again.

The cloth was damp with milk and dew, but it was still better than nothing. She offered it over to Jason to clean his crotch with. He raised a brow at the green-stained rag he'd been given but didn't question it, rather beginning to swirl it in circles around his lap to sop up what he could.

“Please, don't worry about the mess. None of this was your fault.”

She gave Jason the warmest and most genuine smile she could, then turned to give him some privacy. She truly was thankful for what he'd done for her. What could have been a horrible situation the showrunners had put her in had been made relatively painless thanks to him. Her breasts were so much more presentable now. They weren't ideal, but having had those titans hanging from her chest made her appreciate how much worse off her breasts could be. There was still plenty more in them left to drain, but that could wait for a later time.

While Jason was busy, Sophia set about fitting herself into her spare tee. Even with her shrunken figure it proved to be quite a challenge stretching the fabric over her globes. She wriggled and squirmed in an undignified manner as she pulled it over her head, trusting Jason to look the other way as she did. She soon managed to pull it all the way down, but she didn't need a mirror to see how little the thin, stretched fabric did to cover up her assets. She could only be thankful that she could actually fit into it and she was finally in a decent state for people to see her.

“Um, M-Miss? Did you want this back?”

Jason was holding her blouse out, now visibly soiled with an even grosser fluid. Sophia wrinkled her nose at the sight of it.

“N-no Jason, you keep it- I-I mean dispose of it... Would you? Please? I, uh...”

They both blushed as Sophia stumbled over her words. She hated to ask that of him but she couldn't risk keeping a semen-stained rag around her office. Jason's brow furrowed in disgust at the thought of carrying it around the Uni but he accepted it anyway, and began to shove it into one of the compartments of his bag.

“Actually, Jason. I was wondering, would you mind if I called you if... you know... I need help like that again some time?”

Sophia hoped it would never come to that. Ideally she would get some arrangement set up with Alan to deal with her needs, but she couldn't guarantee that would always work out. It would be reassuring for her to have some backup plan in place in case the attention of her lover wasn't enough to keep her bustline in check. It was uncomfortable for her to proposition a student like this, but Jason had already shown he could be trusted with this responsibility.

“Oh, um... sure Miss. That's okay with me. I really enjoyed sucking on your boobs. Do you need my number?”

“...That's okay. I have it on your file.”

Sophia was silent for a moment before she'd answered. It would take her some time to get used to people speaking so bluntly about her breasts, and she hadn't expected Jason to openly admit he enjoyed it. Sophia couldn't really blame him for that though. He may have been a gentleman but he was still a man. It would be unreasonable of her to expect him not to enjoy intimate activity with a pretty lady. She did wish he could act uninterested though. It would have helped her feel less guilty about betraying Alan. She knew she had **** in the matter, but it still sat like a weight in the pit of her stomach.

> I'll make it up to you, my love. Once we're married and this game is finally over, I'll devote myself to you completely.

Sophia and Jason continued to stand, looking awkwardly at each other for a moment. It was clear neither of them were experienced with this kind of affair. What was one meant to say after everything they had done?

“Well, I guess I should be going,” he offered uncertainly.

“Right, right. I'll try and fit you in another appointment in the next couple of days to make it up to you.”

“Sure. Thank you. I'll let you know what times I'm available.”

Jason hurried out with those words, pushing aside the partition as he went. Sophia sighed once he was gone, finally taking the time alone to catch her breath. The worst was undoubtedly behind her now, but there was a long day ahead of her, and introducing the new augmented Sophia to her appointments and colleagues was not going to be an easy task, even despite having averted complete disaster.

As the knock arrived on her partition for the next appointment, Sophia checked herself over one more time to make sure she was as presentable as she could be, took a deep breath and called them in.

Author's Notes

Thank you all for reading. I hope you don't mind the longer length of this chapter. Even after splitting it up this one came up to over 10,000 words, one of the longest chapters I've written on this site.

There will be one last (shorter) chapter for this intermission where we will be introduced to the rest of Sophia's bridesmaids and level up a couple more of her skills before we get back to the studio for the vote on her first mental change. I'm looking forward to presenting the options I've come up with.

I'd love to hear any feedback you may have. Let me know what you thought about how I've arranged the Skill Tree selection. I was also wondering if people would like me to show pictures of the other bridesmaids in the next chapter or if you prefer I leave that to your imagination.

Finally, I've laid out a brief explanation on how exactly the Skill Tree selection works for those curious below.

I have a spreadsheet set up to randomly pick out a spec from the alteration I select based on the weights of each spec, which are determined by adding up the weights of their four attributes. The attribute weights are calculated as:

((P - 4)/5) + n/20

Here P is the average score of the attribute in the attribute survey and n is the number of times any mod with a spec with that attribute has been selected.

What this means is that for each score above 4 the attribute got in the survey, its weight will increase by 0.2 and each time a spec with that attribute gets chosen, the weight will increase by 0.05. (These values may change as needed as the story proceeds)

As an example, the Klutz spec in the Knockers skill has the Tease attribute. The average score for Tease in the survey was 7.25, which gave it a weight of (7.25 - 4)/5 = 0.65. After Sophia chose a modification from the Klutz spec, the weight of Tease increased by 0.05 to 0.7. The selections in this chapter used the results from the original survey but all future chapter will use the updated survey.

Once I've rolled the three specs that will be used, I roll a dice to determine which modifications will be offered to Sophia out of all the mods for the appropriate spec and level from the tables on the Skill Tree Suggestion spreadsheet. I then roleplay as Sophia to determine which of the three options will be chosen.