Intermission: Meeting the bridesmaids

- Alan: You on your way princess?

- Sophia: I'm in the taxi now. I'll be there in 5 minutes.

- Alan: I'll be waiting for you outside xx

Sophia set her phone down and turned her gaze back to the scenery going past the window. She was on her way to the Fifth Acre bar where her fiancé and closest friends were waiting for her. She was honestly surprised that she was still around to join them. She'd been expecting to be whisked back to the studio the moment she stepped out of work, but here she was still living her life almost an hour later.

She wasn't about to complain about this opportunity she'd been given though. This was their first time meeting up since Lena was back in the country and Sophia was thrilled for the chance to see everyone together. Beneath all of her excitement, however, she couldn't help but feel a little tense. The rest of her workday after seeing Jason off had not gone quite as smoothly as she had hoped.

Of all the humiliating changes that had been made to her breasts, Sophia had predicted that 'Sweater Puppies' would be the one to bother her the most, but she'd had no idea just how difficult it would be for her to endure the trial of her most intimate and shameful body part being on the lips of each and every person she spoke to. Every one of her appointments had set the tone of their meeting with comments or compliments on her 'new fake tits', ensuring she could never forget for a moment what her body had become. Once upon a time Sophia had been able to plead wilful ignorance to the attention her body received from her mentees, but now she could almost feel their gazes burning through her top as a dark, damp patch spread from her nipples over the course of the day.

Everything had come to a head with the department meeting. Sophia had tried to slip quietly into the conference room in the vain hope that she might get through it unnoticed, but she'd been stopped almost immediately by someone greeting her as she came in.

“Oh, hey Sophia. Nice to see you back. How was your... Woah, you had some work done!? Your boobs are huge now!”

Her co-worker's exclamation was loud enough to draw the interest of everyone else in the room, and the buzz of conversation died down as a dozen heads snapped around to lock onto her chest. Now the centre of attention, people began to rise from their seats and crowd around Sophia with excitement and curiosity to inquire and pass judgement on her new enhancements.

“Wow, Sophia, when did you get those done?”

“Geez Sophia, those things are ridiculous. I never expected something like this from you.”

“Don't listen to him Sophia. Your boobs are lovely. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Seriously, where did this come from? Your boobs were already big enough as they were.”

“Those look amazing Sophia! What size are they now if you don't mind me asking?”

“What's that damp patch? Are you lactating Sophia!?”

“Hey, Sophia, do you mind if I see what they feel like for a second?”

“Wow, your surgeon did a much better job than mine did. Your boobs look so natural.”

“I, uh... I don't... Please, I…”

The cacophony of voices begging for her attention was too much for Sophia to handle, and her protests too mild to be heard. She tried to retreat from the crowd, but ended up with her back against the wall, causing her breasts to be pushed out further into her co-workers' sights. In that moment she'd wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow her up, but instead she'd felt the now familiar sensation of time grinding to a halt.

Sweater Puppies advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Hot Topic] - People talking to Sophia will express their opinion on her breasts at least once each conversation

[Attention Whore] - Clothing covering Sophia's breasts will become more transparent as she becomes aroused

[Play Doll] - Sophia will thank people for squeezing her breasts during conversation

Please, no! These options are all horrible. I couldn't possibly cho- PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK - Ngh! Okay! I'll do it. I'll do it! Just please stop hurting me.

I can't handle this though. All these people talking about my body. It's just too much. I have to put up with this every time I talk to someone? My friends? My sister? M-my dad?! No, there's no way I can live with that. I'd shrivel up in shame hearing my dad's opinion on my breasts. I can't choose option one.

But the other options aren't any better. Thank people for molesting me?! That's so humiliating. But that would only leave option two. I want to believe that a change like that would never affect me. Before today, I've only ever become aroused in my bedroom... but after what happened with Jason I just can't see that being true anymore. This sick game is going to find ways to **** me to become aroused, and then I'll be stuck with my breasts exposed and no way to cover them up. It'll be just like this morning, terrified that anyone might see me. I don't want to go through that again!

It's... It's so degrading but I don't have a choice. It has... It has to be option three...

Option 3 selected.

Sophia will thank people for squeezing her breasts during conversation

Sophia immediately came to regret her choice, as mere moments after time resumed a pair of hands emerged from the crowd to grapple her bosom. Their palms pressed in on her nipple as they gently rolled her breasts around beneath her tee. The unexpected contact got a gasp out of her, and she looked about with pleading eyes for someone to rescue her from her harassment. To her shock however, nobody protested their co-worker's blatant molestation, and some even started to query the offender about how her boobs felt instead.

“So, Mike? What's the verdict? Can you tell they've been pumped full of silicon?”

“No, actually. They're all soft and supple. You can barely tell they're fake at all.”

“Really? They feel natural too? She must have had a really good surgeon. There's nowhere that good around here. Did you go all the way to London just for these, Sophia? Wow, you must have really wanted this fat rack, huh? I really misjudged you.”

Sophia tried her best to shut out the voices but there was just too many, some probing for intimate details on her body and others condemning her for her obscene additions. But the greatest shame was having her body toyed with right in front of all these people she knew.

> Is no one going to object to this? Please, someone?

Sophia knew it was hopeless though. She remembered now that the Sweater Puppies alteration allowed people to touch her breasts as a part of a conversation. In their mind there was nothing wrong with anything that was going on. Sophia was too wound up to defend herself. All she could do was press herself further into the wall as though she might fall through it and escape.

Finally after what felt like an eternity, salvation arrived for Sophia as a voice rose out above all the others like a call to action.

“Alright, alright everyone. You'll all have your own time to grill Sophia on her enhancements later. It's time we got on with the meeting.”

There were grumbles of disappointment in response, but the crowd reluctantly started to disperse. The hands assaulting her finally pulled back and her aggressor casually began to turn away as though nothing had happened. Before she even knew what she was doing however, Sophia found herself calling out to him.

“M-mike!”

The man looked back to her on hearing his name. Sophia knew what was coming and tried to hold herself back, but just like when the Control Collar had **** those embarrassing confessions from her mouth, her efforts were fruitless as words bubbled up from her throat and escaped her lips.

“Thank you for squeezing my breasts. F-for, uh... I-I mean, for, uh... to answer everyone's questions! Thank you for helping me answer everyone's questions.” Sophia blushed profusely as she scrambled to come up with an excuse for thanking the man for groping her as soon as she regained control of her mouth.

“It's okay. I could see you were struggling with everyone talking at you at once so I thought I'd help you out. It's no big deal.”

Sophia stood speechless to hear the man talk as though he'd molested her entirely for her benefit, and he turned to head for his seat before she had a chance to formulate a response. She had **** but to accept he would receive no repercussions for what he had done and take her own seat.

As the meeting began, Sophia bowed her head and shrunk as much as she could into her chair, only participating when she was called upon. The entire time, even without looking, she was aware of the curious, judging and lustful gazes she was receiving from her co-workers. The end of the meeting could not have come soon enough for her, and as soon as it was called she immediately made for the door before anyone could continue their questioning.

The department meeting had been Sophia's final appointment of the day. Though she did not receive any confirmation ringing out in her head for it, she knew her challenge was over and she had no obligation to remain at work any longer. She rushed straight back to her car, head down to block out anyone she passed by, and only once she was back in the privacy of her vehicle did she give herself a chance to breathe again.

For a while Sophia simply sat in silence, taking deep breaths to finally calm her nerves after the hours of shame she'd endured. Uneventful minutes ticked by as she watched her chest rise and fall with every lung full of air.

> Are... Are they not going to take me away?

Sophia had thought that those people would whisk her away straight back to the studio once she was done with work, but it was seeming more and more clear with every second that they had no intention of doing so. She'd been so sure of her assumption that not once at any point that day had she considered what she was going to do afterward.

> Um... What do I do no-... Oh, that's right. I'd arranged to meet up with the girls.

Her sudden revelation was only technically true, since the arrangements had been made while Sophia was at the studio, but she had no objections over the chance to see her friends again. With the way this game catapulted her through her life, there had always the chance that she wouldn't get to consciously see them again until it was all over.

That did come with the embarrassment of them all seeing her with her new breasts for the first time though, as only Lena had met her up to this point. Perhaps that was the reason why the showrunners were letting her see them now. That wasn't nearly enough of a hurdle to dampen her newfound excitement though. She couldn't pass up this opportunity to see the people who mattered most to her.

And so here she was in a taxi as it pulled in to the location of choice for their meetup; a small, cosy bar that the friends often frequented, away from the Uni and its halls. It had taken Sophia some time to head home and get ready, so the girls were already waiting inside for her. The most important person of all though was hanging back for her right outside. As they turned into the parking lot, she caught sight of the man she had promised herself to. Finally seeing her beloved again after everything she’d been through sent her heart aflutter, but she also felt nervous trepidation at how he would react when he saw her.

As the driver pulled up by the side of the street, Sophia thanked him and awkwardly hefted herself out of the car chest first. It seemed the more she'd gotten used to the size of her bust, the more sporadically the weight inside it shifted to ensure every move she made remained clumsy and top heavy. It made her worry about her ability to dance. She and Alan were choreographing their own to perform at their wedding, but at this rate what was meant to be a romantic, graceful performance would devolve into a shameful, bumbling mess.

She pushed the concern from her mind for the time being and made her way over to Alan leaning against the front of the building. He was staring at his phone but looked up as she approached him. A warm smile filled his face as he saw his beloved, before he straightened himself up and stepped forward to meet her. As he did his eyes trailed down her body, and his loving beam was quickly replaced by wide-eyed surprise.

“Sophia, my love. You, uh... you've changed. I thought Lena was just messing us around when she told us. Why didn't you tell me you were planning this?”

His tone was more questioning than accusatory as he looked her over. Sophia had done her best to minimise her bust before coming out. She'd purposefully chosen a bra too small for her in order to compress her chest, though it only seemed to cancel out the volume that her breasts had put back on since her session with Jason that morning. She'd also rooted through her wardrobe for a top that would cover them up as much as possible, which was especially difficult with how Lena had planned her new wardrobe to do almost the opposite, but she did manage to find a tasteful off-shoulder top to wear that showed only the smallest hint of cleavage. Despite her best efforts though, Sophia was now simply too busty to hide it.

“I, um... wasn't really planning it. It just sort of happened. I just... wanted to do something spontaneous for a change. I, uh... Are you mad at me?”

“No, darling, of course not. I could never be mad at you. I mean, it stings a little that I heard this from Lena before you, but this was entirely your decision to make. I just don't understand. I thought you were embarrassed about your... you-know…”

Alan didn't like to bring up his partner's insecurity, but though he refrained from gesturing towards them, his words pointed straight to Sophia’s breasts all the same.

“I am embarrassed. I just, uh…”

Her voice trailed off as she realised she didn't know what to say. Sophia felt a spike of annoyance at herself that it hadn't occurred to her to go over her cover story in all the time she'd had to prepare. Her excuse to Alan had to line up with what she'd already told her friend.

> What did I tell Lena again?... So much has happened since then. Something about my femininity?... Come on Sophia, you need to say something!

“They make me feel like a woman” she blurted out, prompting Alan to quirk an eyebrow. “I've, uh, always had this vision of what a man and a woman should be, and I wanted to be that version of a perfect woman for you.”

That much was true at least, but though Sophia's love for tales of gallant princes rescuing maidens hadn't given her the most feminist ideal of a woman, she'd never ever considered them as merely objects of sexual desire for men to pursue.

“You thought you needed bigger breasts to be a real woman?”

“N-... Uh, Y-yes, I did.”

> I can't believe I'm saying this. I feel so gross.

Sophia struggled not to cringe at what she'd told her lover. Yet Alan just absorbed every word she said with eyes full of love, never believing for a second that his love might be hiding something from him. She hated lying to her fiancé like this, but she couldn’t talk about the show without her throat literally tightening up, so how could she possibly explain that she'd been given breast implants against her will without making everything worse.

“I'm so sorry Alan.”

“I told you, Sophia, there's nothing for you to apologise for. You never needed to change a thing about yourself to be the perfect woman for me, but I will love and support you no matter what through whatever changes you feel you need to make.”

Alan's words touched Sophia's heart despite the turmoil raging inside of her. With a flutter in her heart, she stepped forward and pulled him close to her, burying her head in his chest. Her soft breasts squished against his firm body but she didn't care. She'd gone too long and through too much without her lover's embrace. His arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in his comforting warmth. She allowed herself to enjoy it for a tender moment before she spoke up again.

“I'm sorry I skipped out on our intimacy training last week. I'm going to make it up to you tonight, I promise. We'll have an extra long massage today. I'll... I'll rub your thing as much as you want while you suck all the milk from my breasts.”

Alan was silent for a moment as he processed her offer.

“Uh, milk?”

The word made her envision what she'd done with Jason and caused guilt to well up inside her again. Sophia was too embarrassed to explain her lactation to her fiancé, but she needed to make it up to him. Tonight she would do everything she could to pamper and spoil her boyfriend and go out of her comfort zone to make him feel good.

Sophia wanted to stay wrapped in Alan's arms forever, but when she felt him stirring she knew it was time to part. Today was also her chance to see her friend's again and she couldn't waste that opportunity. The couple shared one more glance as they pulled apart before she took his hand and playfully dragged him towards the entrance of the bar.

The Fifth Acre was an odd building as far as city pubs went, essentially two separate buildings converted into one when someone bought them both out centuries ago. It was laid out like a crooked barbell with two larger open rooms at either end of the building, each with their own entrances and facilities, and joined by a long, narrow and winding hallway between them. The counter itself ran the full length of this hallway, while the opposite wall housed a series of dim alcoves where tables sat.

“They're in the other half” Alan offered from behind her, and Sophia thanked him for it. It could often prove difficult finding somebody's table in here.

They headed past the main room and began following the hallway as it zigzagged towards the other side of the building. The buzz of conversation faded away behind them as they went. There wasn't as much light here, owing to a lack of windows in the corridor. To Sophia, this part felt very much like the courtyard in a nightclub; a place to have a quiet conversation away from the noise and chaos of the rest of the place. It was an atmosphere Sophia very much enjoyed and why she liked to come to this place in particular.

After a few more turns, the pair made it to the other main room. It was a bit more spacious here, having tables peppered around the middle of the floor as well as the sides. It was quite busy at this time of day and many of the tables were occupied. Sophia didn't need any guidance from here however, immediately spotting her friend's distinctive red hair at a table along the side of the room.

“Hey Fifi! Over here! Everyone's dying to see you!”

Lena just as quickly noticed Sophia come in and waved her friend over. She'd taken a fairly minimal approach to dressing up, wearing a short black skirt and tank top that clung to her body to show off her slim figure.

Lena rose from her seat to greet Sophia and the other girls at the table turned as she called out to her. Sophia took a deep breath to brace herself. Feeling Alan's hand on her shoulder helped calm her nerves as she stepped forward.

“Hello Lena, Farah, Sis, Heath- ah!”

As Sophia stepped up to the table, she was caught off guard by the weight in her chest lurching forward. She managed to catch herself but not before stumbling into Lena, who had stepped out from the table to greet her.

“Woah, watch it girl. I know you're top-heavy now but geez,” Lena laughed as she hauled Sophia back upright, her hands drawing tingling lines across the girl’s breasts.

Sophia blushed at the embarrassment of her trip and her friend's comment, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way her body shivered at the contact. Then her blush deepened further as she realised what had happened.

> No, no, not again...

A flash of her collision with Jason came to her mind as Lena pulled her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. Any hopes that her friend went unaffected by her Knockers were dashed as she felt the taller girl's hard nipples poking into her collar bone and felt the flush rising on the girl's neck.

“Do you remember your words babe?”

“Words? What wor- Oh!... Lena, you can't mean...”

It was Sophia's turn to flush as memories of what her friend was talking about came back to her.

“I told you, didn't I? I’m gonna make you say them every time I see you until you fully believe in them.”

“I... But…”

Sophia's eyes darted from Lena to each of the girls sitting around the table. It had been embarrassing enough just repeating those words back to Lena before, and now she was wanting her to announce them in public to all of her friends.

“It's okay Fifi. I've explained everything. I've already told them how much this operation meant to you, and everyone is fully supportive and wants you to learn to be comfortable with your new boobs. We're all with you!”

“Yeah, you got this Rory!”

Heather piped up, using her dumb, childhood nickname for Sophia to try and lift her mood. Her beaming smile told Sophia the girl was fully onboard with Lena's plan. Sophia looked over to the other two girls too. Though Farah and Amy both similarly wore warm smiles for her, the emotion did not reach their eyes. Farah had always had a bit of a judgemental streak so Sophia was not surprised to see that from her. She had no idea what thoughts were lurking behind her sister's gaze but her eyes looked a little sad. Neither of them seemed like they were about to make an objection.

Sophia turned towards her lover in one final plea to get her out of this embarrassment, but he simply shrugged his shoulders at her. It was clear to him how uncomfortable she was but it appeared Lena had already convinced him too of the importance of her plan.

Sophia was not surprised that none of her friend's were going to speak up for her. It was all her fault after all. She had poisoned their view of her with her thoughtless excuses. All throughout their friendship they had known that Sophia's large bust was a powerful stigma for her, and they'd tried to be respectful and sensitive to the issue around her. But now here she was before them with obscenely huge fake boobs, telling them this was what she'd wanted all along and had just been too ashamed to admit it. They were probably rethinking everything they knew about her. 'Perhaps the girl so squeamish about sex is really a raging nympho slut in denial'. The thought of it made Sophia queasy.

“Come on. Leave your hands to me. ” Sophia was caught off-guard by Lena slipping behind her and grabbing her wrists, distracting her from her destructive thoughts. Her nipples poked into Sophia's shoulder blades as she wrapped her arms around her, grabbing her wrists to plant her palms up under her bust. “You just focus on getting the words out. You do remember them, right?”

Sophia was ashamed to admit she did. Though it had been a week since the first time they'd done this, to Sophia it felt like less than a day, and the words were burned into her brain like all the other embarrassing situations she'd been **** into on the show. She resignedly nodded her head, accepting that Lena would not let her out of debasing herself in front of her friends under the belief she was actually helping Sophia out.

Lena began moving her hands, making Sophia bounce her breasts in her palms. She was thankful she wasn't topless at least like the first time they'd done this but her breasts hadn't seemed to get the message. Despite the tight bra she'd put on to suppress them, they still found a way to bounce and jiggle like they were unrestrained, and Sophia was glad most of that was hidden by her top.

“Th-This is the real Sophia. I am a voluptuous, feminine woman with big... with big s-sexy tits... and I'm becoming exactly what... I'm meant to be.”

Sophia let out a sigh of relief as she got the last word out, but it was drowned out by the cheers of her friends.

“Wow, good going Sophia.”

“Well done sis.”

“Nice job babe! Now one more time but say it like you really mean it.”

“L-Lena, please...”

From the corner of her eye, Sophia could see people at other tables begin to take notice. People were twisting around to see the spectacle of the girl playing with her breasts in public. To her horror she thought she saw a phone or two pointing her way and yanked her head away to hide her face. She was glad at least that their table was up against the wall to give her cover.

Lena began to lead Sophia's hand in a new motion, sweeping them in big circles to roll her breasts around beneath her palms. Once she had Sophia performing the motion smoothly she let go, leaving her to perform the embarrassing act of her own accord. Sophia kept it up, fearing that Lena would only drag this out longer if she didn't comply.

“Come on, Sophia. Say it properly or I'll turn you around to say it.”

Lena's playful threat finally spurred Sophia to action. She knew her friend would never really do it, but the thought of making that announcement facing a room of hollering men as she rolled her breasts in her hands was distressing enough to push her to get it over with. She closed her eyes and centred all her focus on getting the words out without stuttering, delivering them with as much intention as she could.

“This is the real Sophia. I am a voluptuous, feminine woman with big, sexy tits, and I'm becoming exactly what I'm meant to be-”

The last word was cut short as the wind was knocked from Sophia's lungs by Lena suddenly smashing into her for a hug.

“That was amazing! I am so proud of you babe!”

“Th-thanks.”

Sophia responded to the compliment out of habit, but she didn't feel proud of what she'd done. She was too ashamed to look around and see how many people had been watching her. She only hoped there weren't any students about to start spreading rumours about her.

“Come on, Sophia, sit down! We saved a seat for you!”

A voice called out to Sophia, breaking her from her daze. She looked up to meet Farah's piercing blue eyes, the lithe girl indicating an open space beside her. Farah was the only grown woman Sophia had ever known to wear a headband, though she had to admit it suited her well. Of all the girls, she was the one who most shared Sophia's love of romance and wonder.

There was only space for one on the seat next to Farah however, and looking around, there were no other spaces for her boyfriend to sit down either.

“Where's Alan going to sit?”

“I'm gonna go sit with the others, darling.”

“Others?”

He nodded towards the next table over. Sophia hadn't noticed as she came in, but it was occupied by faces she recognised. Farah's girlfriend, Heather's brother and Lena's cousins; the people the girls would bring along on their wider social gatherings. They gave Sophia a wave as they saw her looking and she returned it with a blush, realising they'd seen the show Lena had had her put on.

“But Alan-”

“It's okay princess. We'll have plenty of time to talk tonight, right? You just talk with your friends. I'm sure you've got a lot to catch up on.”

Sophia wanted to object to that. If she let him go, she had no way to know if she would still be around to see him that night. As much as it pained her however, she knew it wasn't reasonable to make him stay. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze then left to join the others.

“C'mon Sophia, sit down already. He ain't leaving the country” Heather called to her, and she shot Alan one last glance before turning to sit herself down, Farah lifting the hem of her dress to clear the seat for her.

“Well I hate to be a pain but I need a trip to the loo before we start” Lena announced before Sophia even had a chance to settle.

“I'll come with you Lena.”

“No no, it's alright Heather” she quickly blurted out. “You kids just talk among yourself.”

Lena rose to her feet and rushed off before anyone could get another word out. Sophia watched her back as she vanished from sight. The look her friend had on her face as she left brought a certain thought to her mind.

> She couldn't be... could she?

Sophia shook the errant thought from her mind and turned her attention back to the table. Heather was already locked in conversation with Amy about something, but before Sophia could start listening in, Farah started to speak up from beside her.

“Y'know Sophia, if body confidence is your issue, you should give hypnotherapy a try. I can give you a recommendation if you like!”

“Hypnoth- Um, I think I'll have to pass on that. Thanks though Farah.”

Farah meant well, but having someone try to plant the idea in her head that she liked having these big breasts was perhaps the last thing Sophia wanted at the moment.

“It really works, you know. It helped me out with both my smoking and my confidence. We both get a discount if I recommend you. We can probably arrange to have a session together if you're worried about going alone.”

“Oh? Hypnotherapy helped you with that?”

Sophia knew Farah had gone to see someone about her smoking habit but the other tidbit was news to her. She'd used to be quite a quiet girl even among her friends, but she'd at some point gained the confidence to go for a promotion at work to become a junior manager at her clothing company.

“Yeah, see. I told you it worked. So are you interested?”

“I'll have to think about it, Farah.”

The idea certainly sounded like it might be helpful for something, but just not for the issue her friend was suggesting. Perhaps she could use it to undo some of the changes made to her, like the compulsion to pleasure things with her breasts that had been burned into her brain. That was probably just wishful thinking though.

The conversation dropped off for a moment after Farah's final attempt to push the subject. Sophia noticed Heather and Amy had gotten deep into conversation about some show they'd been watching. She was caught off guard by Farah's more serious tone when the girl next spoke up again.

“Why did you get the surgery Sophia?”

“Hm? Uh, well, it's just like Lena said really.”

Sophia wasn't prepared or enthused to go over her fake reasoning another time and so tried to brush off the question.

“But I thought you hated women who did that sort of thing.”

“I never said I hated women like that. I just, uh... It makes me feel gross to think about behaving like that.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I don't know Farah.” Sophia struggled to keep her voice down, not wanting the other two girls to get involved. It was exactly on brand for Farah to confront her on the lies she'd spun for herself. “I just... felt like I had to. I don't know why I feel the way that I feel.”

Silence descended between the girls again. Sophia wanted to drop the issue, but it wasn't right to leave things hanging in the air between her and her friend.

“Do you feel betrayed Farah? I'm really sorry.”

Farah's face softened at Sophia's words. She looked up and they met each other's eyes.

“No Sophia. Please don't apologise. I'm the one being ridiculous. I just... I got scared. I couldn't understand why you would do something like that after everything we talked about. I thought I knew you.”

“You do know me, Farah. I promise! I never lied to you. Everything I talked to you about was how I really feel. It's just... confusing sometimes. You understand what that's like, right?”

The appeal was enough to finally placate Farah, who nodded her head in acceptance. Farah was one who truly knew what it was like to not understand her own feelings. She'd been through her own confusing journey of self-discovery to figure out that she was both asexual and romantically interested in other women. She'd confided all that in Sophia in their talks as they shared their experiences of a world obsessed with sex. It felt like a betrayal to use that to silence her friend, but Farah was pressing for answers Sophia just couldn't give her.

“Hey, So? You not got a drink yet?”

Sophia turned in response to her name being called. She found her best friend, Heather, leaning over the table in a bid to grab her attention. The shadows cast across her body really showed off the toned abs the girl worked so hard for beneath the crop top she'd worn out to show them off.

“No, I haven't been to the bar yet.”

“Well, I just finished mine. You wanna go up together?”

Sophia looked to Farah, who nodded her assent, then began rising to her feet.

“Alright. I'm coming.”

The pair slipped out from the table and began making their way back towards the hallway for the bar.

“I really missed you last week, you know. It's been a while since we've gone a whole week without seeing each other.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry Heather. I just had a little trouble adjusting to my... you know.”

“Eh, it's whatever. But if you really are sorry theeeeen... you'll come play some games with me tonight?”

“I'm having Alan stay over tonight I'm afraid.”

“Ah, figures.”

“I've got Thursday off work though. We can do something then if you like.”

“Ooh yeah, that works. Then we can check out that new spa in town. I've seen they've got some great opening offers.”

“Mm, yeah. That would be nice actually.”

A spa day with Heather sounded exactly like what Sophia needed to destress right now. Unfortunately she doubted she would get to be conscious for the experience, but perhaps the memory of it would be soothing enough the next time she returned to her body.

They followed the counter as it snaked around a couple of corners, passing by the tills that had people milling about to head for a quieter spot further on. Only once they had reached a stretch of the corridor with nobody around did Heather have them step up to the bar.

“Uh, Heather? There's no one about to serve us here.”

“That's fine. Someone will pass by eventually. I wanted to ask you something somewhere quiet.”

“Oh?”

“It's just... did it bother you what Lena made you do? I mean, I know you weren't very comfortable with it, but do you agree that it's helping you out or has she just pushed herself on you again? I know what she's like.”

“Um... well...”

Sophia wasn't sure what to say. It was undeniable that her friend's attempts to make her comfortable in her body were mortifyingly embarrassing for her but it was still relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things. The cover story Lena had made for her kept her friends from asking questions that she couldn't answer. How else could she explain why the girl notoriously squeamish about her body suddenly had breast implants without sending them into a panic? There was simply no way.

“Me, I think it's great what you two are doing. You've always had an amazing body Sophia, and I've always hated that you're so ashamed of it. It's really awesome that you're finally fighting to overcome that hang-up. But if you think Lena's pushing you too hard, I can tell her to back off, alright?”

“I-it's okay Heather. I don't mind it, really” Sophia put on the most convincing voice she could, not wanting to rock the boat after both Lena and Heather had shown such enthusiasm for her.

“That's my girl! Then no dodging the beach then this year alright? We're gonna have you rocking the hottest bikini to make all the boys jealous. It's gonna be so much fun!”

Sophia blushed at the thought of it. She never liked going to the beach for exactly that reason but that never stopped Heather from pushing for them to go together.

> What have I gotten myself into?

“Oh crap, Sophia, I've left my purse on the table. Hold our spot for a minute.”

“I can buy you this one Heather. I don't mind.”

“You're always buying me drinks So. I have to pull my weight some time.”

As a barista, Heather was the one with the least disposable income of the girls, even opting to live in a flat share to save on rent. The others had offered to put her up but Heather insisted she didn't want to mooch off her friends.

“We've got a minute 'til they get round to us. Just wait right there.”

Heather was already away before Sophia had another chance to object. She sighed to herself and began to wait patiently by the bar, wishing Heather had at least told her what to order for her before she ran off. Choosing the quietest place to order from at least gave her a bit of time before the server got around to her. The muffled buzz of conversation from either end of the building produced a comfortable ambience to daydream in.

It was as Sophia was starting to let her mind wander that something unexpected happened. She felt a presence step up behind her, and flinched as hands curled around her waist then began to slither up her body towards her chest.

“H-Heather?! Lena?”

Sophia called out, hoping it was just one of her friends playing a trick on her. She could tell from their size, however, that the hands belonged to a man, and Alan was not the type to touch her like this in public.

> I'm being groped by a stranger!

Sophia froze up at the realisation, allowing the man's hands to finish their journey to her breasts. Without a hint of hesitation, they began to knead her flesh like soft dough.

> Wh-where did he come from? Did he follow us here?

Sophia was sure there had been nobody sitting in the shadowy alcove behind her when they'd gotten here, but that really didn't matter right now. She knew exactly why she was being molested. There was one final breast alteration Sophia had received that she'd yet to see the effects of. She'd been aware of it at the back of her mind all this time as it loomed over her, and gotten lucky that it hadn't triggered while she was at work, but now that she was here around all these people it was inevitable. Whether her assailant had already been here or followed her in, he had succumbed to the temptation her 'Cupcakes' had posed, been inflicted with a desire to **** her and seen his opportunity once her friend left her alone.

Sophia was far from unfamiliar with the ministrations of touchy, drunken strangers. Every single time her body responded the same way, tensing up and freezing until the stranger grew bored or her friend came to rescue her. Under the influence of her breast alteration, Sophia wasn't sure the former was likely to happen any time soon, but Heather should have been on her way back momentarily. She hated that her instinct was to let such perverted men have their way with her, but the paralyzing fear of escalation should she resist kept her compliant. It was better just to wait it out until her friend came back.

As though sensing her acceptance, her assailant showed no hesitation in taking greedy handfuls of her boobs and squeezing on them like stress balls. This was the third time Sophia had been molested that day but it was easily the worst. It wasn't the lustful but caring touch of her mentee Jason or the curious but careful probing of her co-worker. It was the rough, selfish fondling of a man who held no connection to her. He made no attempt to be gentle as his fingertips dug deep into her flesh.

After a few quick squeezes to sample her body's tenderness, the man seemed to grow irritated with the thick layers of fabric impeding his access. He fumbled his hands down her body and hooked them under her top, lifting her hem and exposing her stomach to the world as he ran his arms underneath. Sophia simply raised her arms slightly to let him do it while her face grew hot with shame at her own inaction.

She expected the hands to go straight back to her breasts, but was surprised to feel them crawl up her back instead. Not content with removing just one barrier protecting their goal, the man now reached for the clasp holding her bra in place. Time seemed to slow down as she waited in anticipation of the release. Only when the world around her grew distant did she realise it really was drawing to a halt.

Cupcakes advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Molestee] - Sophia will feel pangs of loneliness the longer she spends alone, urging her to seek company and physical contact with others

[Perv Magnet] - There is a popular game among students to attempt to land small objects in Sophia's cleavage

[Temptress] - Sophia will believe it normal to use makeup to accentuate her cleavage every day

Another level... This is happening way too often. Just focus on the options though, Sophia. You don't want to get shocked again.

This one seems... easy though? Option one doesn't even seem sexual like everything else has been so far. And, well, I get lonely on my own anyway. All last week I just wanted to be with Alan. If this change just makes me want to be with him more, then... Is this some kind of trap? It is still level one. Maybe they're just letting me catch a break? It doesn't matter. I can't overthink this. I've made up my mind.

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will feel pangs of loneliness the longer she spends alone, urging her to seek company and physical contact with others

Sophia immediately felt time resume as the clasp on her bra was undone and all the tension she bore in her chest was released at once. The garment was practically tossed aside by the **** of her bosom springing to its natural position. She hadn't realised just how tightly she'd packed her body, but the gasp of relief she inadvertently let out was almost a moan with how good the release of pressure had felt.

> Stop it Sophia! Don't encourage him!

Sophia clamped her mouth shut, resolving not to make another sound. There was no noise she could make that would not either spur her assailant on or potentially drive him to silence her. She needed to time her calls for help right for when a possible rescuer showed up.

Sophia's bra had been dragged away somewhere in the time she'd been distracted, and she had the awful impression that she wouldn't be seeing it again. She was spared from the man's groping for just a moment while he stowed it away before his hands dove back to her chest. He took one more moment to remove his final obstacle and Sophia's last trace of dignity, pushing her top right up and out of the way to leave her breasts fully exposed to his fondling and the world at large.

> Please Heather. Come back quickly! I can't stand this much longer!

The man began with a firm squeeze to both her breasts, pulling Sophia in close to his body. The **** he effortlessly exerted on her confirmed that he was much stronger than her and reaffirmed her fear to step out of line. He followed up taking her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, tweaking and twisting them in alternate motions. It was an entirely new experience for Sophia and she couldn't help whimpering under the newly intense sensitivity of her nipples. By far the greater part of it was pain, but Sophia couldn't deny the trace of erogenous pleasure that had started smouldering in her chest.

Once the man let go, he began to gingerly trace his fingers over the lines of her breasts. Sophia had been expecting him to maintain his boorish handling of her bosom and was unprepared for this more tender approach, reminiscent of how she would play with herself or how Alan would touch her during their intimacy training. Her body was trained to respond to this, and her skin began to bristle with pleasant tingles against her will. The man kept up his teasing for a moment longer then once again plunged his fingers into her flesh. Sophia had to bite her lip to keep any sound from leaking out.

The assailant seemed to take Sophia's silence as a challenge. He began cycling his approach, building up her skin's responsiveness with teasing, gentle strokes until her body hummed with it, then delivering powerful groping assaults to the sensitised skin. The hands held more sexual experience than Sophia was used to dealing with, and she hated how effective they were. It took all of her focus not to respond to the sensations, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as she tried to **** them out, but with each repetition a little more of the discomfort was transformed into unsolicited erogenous pleasure building in her breasts.

“Lucky git!”

Sophia was startled by a voice from her side. She hadn't heard anyone approach but she turned to head to see a man walk past them down the corridor, watching her fondling over his shoulder without any attempt to step in. Sophia was too stunned to say anything as she watched him disappear.

> W-wait. Did he think we're together?!

Sophia blushed as the realisation struck her. The passer-by had really thought that she was the pervert, letting her boyfriend grope her in public.

> Could he not tell I'm being molested? It's obvious I'm not comfortable with this... right?

A hint of doubt began to creep into Sophia's thoughts. She was clearly making no show of resistance, but one look at her face should have revealed her unease. She'd been too focused to notice what face she was making, but it had to be some form of grimace.

> But what if... No, it's dark in here. He had to be mistaken...

Sophia cast the thought from her mind and turned her focus back to her molestation. The interruption had only spurred the man on. He'd stopped teasing her body with gentle strokes but the foreplay was no longer needed. He'd succeeded completely in drawing out the sensitivity of her breasts, and now they responded to every move he made. Sophia always claimed she hated having her breasts treated so roughly, but right now her body was saying otherwise. Every painful squeeze and twist her breasts and nipples received was met with equal levels of pleasure, and its accumulation was threatening to breach the dam built up inside her.

> Oh God. Please don't let me orgasm to this! Heather, where are you?!

Every ounce of Sophia's attention was on holding back the impending surge of pleasure building in her chest. She could no longer spare any thought to hiding the effect it had on her. Her body shuddered with every squeeze. Her breath came out in ragged, audible gasps. Her knees quivered, forcing her to lean forward onto the bar for support. Sweat rolled down her skin as it burned up with the heat of her body's arousal. She tensed up as she felt the dam inside her start to break, and the pleasure inched her closer and closer to a **** orgasm.

And then it stopped.

All at once the pleasure stopped building as the assailant's hands left her body. Sophia braced herself, expecting it to be a tiny pause before he delivered the final blow. It never arrived however, and Sophia was left panting against the bar counter on the brink of orgasm. With hesitation she craned her neck around to see what was happening. What she found was an empty corridor with no trace of her molester ever being there.

“Sophia!”

Heather's voice suddenly rang out, startling Sophia as she scrambled to pull down her top. A moment later the girl rounded the corner and pulled up to where she was standing.

“Really sorry. Got caught up at the table. The barman not been yet?”

“Uh, n-no.”

Sophia tried her best to regulate her breathing, embarrassed to be seen in such a state even by her closest friend. She was glad the dim lighting hid how flush she'd become.

> Should I tell her what happened?

“Oh, here's someone now!”

Before Sophia had a chance to consider it, Heather pointed out a man approaching along the other side of the bar, dashing her opportunity. Heather grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her to face the counter. As the man drew near, he pulled a cord on the wall to flicker on a lamp that lit up his work area just a little more brightly.

“What can I get you ladies?”

Heather turned to her friend to order first, but too flustered to speak Sophia just nodded her head to signal her usual. The girl quirked a brow at her odd behaviour but turned back to the barman to make their order.

“I'll get a rum and coke then, and my friend will have a gin and tonic please.”

“Doubles?”

“Yeah, go on then.”

While the man set about making their drinks, Heather leaned into her friend to speak quietly to her.

“Everything alright, So?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing really.”

Sophia felt it wasn't the best time to mention what had happened with the barman around, but more than that she was too embarrassed to do so. Her body was still high-strung, her breasts humming with pleasure teetering on an orgasm and it felt like one strong squeeze might be enough to set it off. She'd never been aroused in public before, never mind feeling her body teeming with such desire. It made her feel so ****, that she might be **** to cum at any moment in front of anyone who happened to be there. She considered excusing herself to the toilets to take care of it.

> Ew, no Sophia! That's disgusting!

She immediately banished the idea as it came to her. She wasn't some pervert who would masturbate in a public toilet after some stranger had molested her. She held herself higher than that. Her body would calm itself down eventually. She just needed to endure the feeling of need that pervaded it until then.

“Sophia?”

The questioning tone did not come from Heather, but from the man setting down drinks across the counter. Seeing him up close, Sophia felt a flicker of recognition on seeing the young man's face. She'd never seen him working the bar in all the times they'd been here before, but did know his face from spotting him around the university a few times. She didn't know his name though. It was common for students to know Sophia without her knowing them back in return.

“Um, hi...”

The boy smiled as she confirmed he was right in her identity.

“Wow, I never thought I'd see a member of staff working here.”

“Well, teachers have lives too,” she offered meekly. It seemed there was no getting away from students anywhere she went in the city.

“Right, of course.”

The man smiled at her for a moment more before his gaze slowly dipped down her front to land wide-eyed on Sophia's breasts, which she ashamedly noticed were sitting right on the bar counter. He seemed to grow a little more bashful on taking stock of the titans resting before him.

“I-I'm sorry. I don't want to keep you from your night. I'll get your drinks rung up for you.”

While the boy spoke, he never once took his eyes from Sophia's bosom. She knew it was artificial, but she couldn't help feeling a tiny sense of pride that the younger man was so interested in her breasts. In another world, Sophia had chosen the modification that made her top transparent while aroused, and that Sophia would have now been left completely exposed in the middle of the bar. She was glad she had the foresight not to choose that option.

Heather seemed to have noticed the boy's fascination with her bosom too and snorted from beside her.

“Hey bud, would you give us a discount if Sophia flashed you her boobs?”

“H-Heather?!”

“What? I'm not saying you'll do it. I'm just checking if the option's open. Don't ask, don't get, you know?”

Heather spoke in a jovial manner like there was nothing wrong at all with offering her friend's breasts to a total stranger. Sophia shrunk herself back in a bid to pull them from the conversation as much as possible, still shaken from her earlier groping.

> This must be the Sweater Puppies effect again. I'm never going to get used to this.

Sophia's best friend often tended to tease her on her breasts, but before that change had been made she would never embarrass her in front of random strangers like this. The boy seemed to be seriously giving Heather's options consideration as well. He looked up and down the bar, likely checking to see if his supervisor was watching as he made up his mind.

“Ummm. Ah, screw it. I'll give you my friend’s discount if she does it. You can have the drinks free if I can get a picture too.”

“Oooh. What do you think, So? Go a little wild and you get us free drinks.”

Sophia was ashamed to admit she considered it for a second. Though her mind was telling her the idea was deplorable, her body was begging her to lift her top and squeeze her tits to orgasm without a care for who might see it.

“I'm not flashing a student my breasts!” she hissed through gritted teeth, as much to herself as to her friend.

“Ah, well, I tried for you bud. I'll make sure she's sloshed for you next time.”

The boy appeared to come to his senses on seeing the look on Sophia's face.

“Ah, I'm sorry I offended you. Here, let me give you my friend's discount anyway.”

He quickly rang up their total so the girls could pay. Despite acting a lot more bashful after his offer was cast down though, he still took every opportunity he could to ogle Sophia. Sophia grabbed her drink and walked off as soon as the drinks were paid for.

“He seemed nice. Hope we get to see him again” Heather teased her as she caught up to Sophia.

The girls steadily made their way back to their table. Sophia pretended to be careful not to spill her drink, but really she was being absolutely mindful not to brush her breasts up against anything and risk pushing herself over the edge. Ever so slowly she felt the tingling in her chest begin to fade away.

Once they got back they found that Farah had moved around the table to talk to Amy. Heather took Farah's open space as they set their glasses down on the table.

“Huh? Lena not back yet?” Heather asked the girls as she settled.

“Haven't seen her, no.”

Sophia felt an unsettling chill at Amy's response.

“I'm going to go check on her” she blurted out hurriedly. She had a suspicion she needed to know if it was true.

Sophia spun around so quickly that her swinging breasts knocked her off balance. She caught herself however, and began to stride over to the toilets, too focused to pay mind to anything else around her. As she reached the other side she leaned in to push open the door, only for it to swing away from in front of her.

“Woah girl, steady. One time was enough, alright?”

Sophia narrowly avoided crashing into Lena again by leaning to catch herself on the wall. Her friend planted a hand on her shoulder to steady her as she pushed herself back up.

“These big things have really thrown you off your balance, huh?”

> More than you know Lena.

As Sophia straightened herself up she finally got a decent glimpse of her friend. She could see the girl was a little bit out of breath, her cheeks tinged a bright red, and her hair slightly dishevelled. Those were all signs she could be played off on their own, but together they painted a very incriminating picture. Sophia couldn't help but notice Lena's nipples were no longer poking through her top either.

> Did... Did she really do it?!

Sophia had hoped it was just her imagination before, but now she was all but certain that Lena really had come here to masturbate after their collision. She felt a pang of shame and guilt to have inflicted such an urge on her friend.

> W-was she... thinking about me?... No, don't be ridiculous Sophia. Jack never mentioned anything like that.

It didn't say anything in the Knockers description like that it would direct people's dirty thoughts towards Sophia after she collided with them. Lena was probably just thinking about one of her one-night-stands. Sophia chose to believe that was the case. She wasn’t sure she could ever look her friend in the eye again knowing that she’d been the object of some raunchy fantasy of hers.

“Sooo... did you want me to wait for you while you go?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I was just looking for you Lena.”

“Ah sorry. I guess I was gone for a while... Oh, but before we go back!”

Lena grabbed Sophia's top and dragged her into the restroom letting the door swing shut behind them. She pulled out her phone and gestured for Sophia to come up beside her as she leaned back against the sink. She scrolled through her phone for a moment then turned it round to show it to Sophia, who immediately recognised what she saw on the screen.

“Those were some seriously hot snaps you sent me last week, Fifi. I'd never expected something like that from you!”

Lena began to flick through the images depicting Sophia in the various skimpy outfits she'd bought for her last week. Sophia had been trying to put that particular memory out of her mind. Even though it wasn't her conscious choice to, she felt so ashamed that she'd sent such smutty selfies to one of her friends. There were pictures of her in sheer nighties, degrading roleplays, dresses composed of tiny straps winding around her body, even ones with her nipples on open display.

“I- I...I'm so sorry Lena.”

“Don't be sorry. I've told you these are incredible. My very own Fifi oozes cute and drop-dead sexy all in one outfit! I can't believe you've been hiding this away all this time.”

“I don't-, I-...”

Lena stopped Sophia with a hand on her shoulder, turning her around to look face-to-face.

“Come on, Sophia, don't be embarrassed. I think it's so, so awesome that you're taking this journey to rediscover your sexuality and accept who you are, and I'm really honoured you chose to share that journey with me. You have nothing to be ashamed about for sending those pictures to me. They're a sign you're ready to grow into a new, sexy, confident Sophia and you should feel nothing but pride in that.”

Lena's overwhelming positivity left Sophia completely disarmed. She couldn't help but catch the girl's contagious smile despite the very personal nature of the conversation. Somehow she did feel a little less embarrassed about sending Lena those pictures.

“I want you to know you can come to me anytime with any questions you have about sex without fear of judgement. If you see something in a video and you want to learn how to do it for Alan, or if you're curious about some new kink you think you might be into. We can watch those videos together while I give you pointers, or I can help you practise on one of my toys. I don't want there to be any barriers between us, okay? I know that sounds weird to you now but I think it's so special to have a friend you can be completely open with. I just want to do whatever I can to make that journey to your dream self as smooth as I can.”

“I... I don't know what to say. Thank you Lena. That really means a lot to me.”

The content of Lena's speech was questionable, but the sentiment behind it was so powerful that Sophia just had to express her appreciation. It was reassuring to know she had somewhere to turn if she ever needed a 'specialist' during the trials the show threw at her.

“That's what I'm here for babe” Lena said to her before looking back down at her phone. “So I was thinking. How about we start to capture your transition into a new Sophia. With these photos and some more we take for you on your journey, we could make you like a montage or a special album or something to give to Alan as a wedding present. What do you think?”

“Um... I don't know about that Lena.”

“It's okay if you don't want to, Fifi. I'm not going to **** you. This is all about your journey as you become comfortable with your body and your sexuality. But trust me. Alan would be blown away to receive a present like this, to show him everything you went through to become his own personal slutty princess. You did say you were trying to be that for him, right?”

It was much cruder than how Sophia had originally put it, but Lena was right in that regard. It was easy to forget, with everything that had happened, but before this whole ordeal with the show Sophia had been trying to learn to overcome her sexual hang-ups for Alan. She wanted so much to be able to provide for all of his needs as a man. With the guilt from that morning's activity still eating away at Sophia's heart, it was only right to try and channel as much of the changes being **** on her into becoming the perfect woman for him.

“Alright, Lena. Let's do it.”

“Yes babe! I'm so happy you're on board! I can't wait to see what Alan is like when you give it to him. I'll keep an eye out for any more really sexy outfits you can wear for him. But we can talk deets later at yours alright? Let's get back to the others for now.”

As always, Sophia felt agreeing with Lena was like getting swept up in a hurricane, but one that wanted the very best for her in its own clumsy, misguided way. Lena grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her out of the room, evidently excited about their new arrangement. Sophia could only wonder if she'd made the right choice as she was pulled along back to their table.

“Alright, I'm back girls. Let's get this thing started” Lena announced as she collapsed into her seat at the head of the table. Sophia squeezed past Heather to take her spot beside her. “This is a massive year for us. There are so many plans we need to make and one magical fairy tale wedding to arrange. Fill me in, what have I missed while I was away?”

“Sophia and I have already chosen the venue,” Amy offered up. “There's a lovely place called the Enchanted Glade that my sis really took a liking to.”

“Yeah, I think everyone's going to love it!” Sophia said excitedly. The ceremony was held in a little clearing in the woods, and during the winter months it was adorned with handcrafted lanterns and biodegradable fake snow that made it all look truly magical.

“We've sent out the invites too,” Farah followed up, “and Sophia's got her dress fitting coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“Wow, good work everyone. We are really on top of things! How are we doing with the hen-do Heather?”

“I've got a few ideas. I'll talk to you about it later.”

“Awesome! I am really looking forward to that. I was thinking we should all try and get away this summer too, just us girls.”

“Oh, like a beach holiday? I just suggested something like that to Sophia earlier.”

“Ooh, I like that. A beach resort in, like, Italy or Spain or maybe Florida. What do you think, Sophia?”

Sophia was conflicted at the idea. She never really liked the thought of having her body on display in a bikini before, never mind with her new lewder body with boobs that could barely be contained. Her friends all looked so excited at the mention of a beach holiday together though. How could she possibly deny them that?

“...Alright.”

“Woo! This year is going to be amazing.”

The girls started to buzz with excitement now that a holiday together was on the table. They spoke together for a little bit to figure out the best time for it and then some more about planning the various events in leading up to the wedding. Eventually the conversation drifted to other matters like work and family. It was around forty minutes before the next time someone rose from the table

“Well, I think it's time I filled my glass again,” Lena announced as she got up.

“I'll come up too. I'll tell you what I'm thinking about for the hen-do” Heather said, having drained her drink in the time they'd been talking. Sophia felt a little concerned to see the two conspiring. If she knew those two, her hen party was going to feature something that would make her blush, but she had complete trust in her friends not to take their antics too far.

The two girls rose to their feet and headed off in the direction of the bar. Farah, taking the opportunity from the momentary lull in action, also excused herself to see her girlfriend on the next table, leaving the two sisters sitting alone across the table from each other.

“How are you holding up sis?” Amy filled the silence, addressing her with the same gentle demeanour Sophia had always known her for.

“I'm doing well sis. What about you?” she said, returning the smile as she gazed upon her sister.

The resemblance between the siblings was immediately apparent to anyone who saw the pair together. Amy wore her hair longer and has an overall curvier build than her younger sister, giving her a more mature look fitting of her position as a mother. She'd also inherited their family's busty genes, and before the show had given Sophia her obscene enhancements, Amy's two pregnancies had caused her to inch out her sister in that department.

“I'm good sis.”

Amy's smile never faltered, but for as long as Sophia could remember there had always been a hint of sadness behind her sister's eyes. Amy was always one to keep her troubles close to her chest, not wanting to be a burden to anyone else, but sometimes she did let slip what was weighing on her mind.

Sophia knew, for one, that her sister suffered from loneliness, having few friends to call her own. She'd come to the decision to invite Amy into her own circle of friends, and was forever glad that she did. The girls welcomed her sister with open arms and Amy seemed a lot happier these days having frequent guests to host at her house.

“George and Lily with mam tonight?”

“...Yeah, Mam and Dad have them overnight again.”

Amy's smile briefly vanished and she averted her eyes as she replied. Her children's father had left shortly after Lily was born, leaving her as a single mother. Their parents, feeling their daughter was too young to be shackled to such a life and not wanting to see their grandkids grow up without a father, had come to an arrangement with Amy to frequently watch them for her while she focused on enjoying her youth and finding them a new father.

Amy rarely spoke about how the arrangement was affecting her, but Sophia had gleaned a little on how it was taking it's toll. Though her kids spent upwards of four days a week at their grandparents, Amy acknowledged it was just a temporary situation for their own good despite the guilt it made her feel. The real issue seemed to lie in the obligation she felt to spend as much time as possible finding a partner.

Amy was frequently on dates these days or spending her evening at bars giving any man who hit on her a chance. Where once she wore more conservative clothing when going out, now she felt she always had to wear more tight, revealing outfits in order to sell herself. Sophia could only imagine how dehumanising that must have felt for her but there was no help she could really offer to her sister in this case except pray that she find the right man in a timely manner.

“Sophia?”

The concerned tone of her sister broke Sophia from her musing. Amy's gaze was on her chest, and she looked down to realise she was staring at a damp patch on her top. Now that her bra was gone, her milk was once again leaking down her front. She blushed as she lifted her head again but her sister just gave her a knowing smile.

“Let's go get you cleaned up sis.”

Amy offered out a hand to help Sophia to her feet. She took it and they both rose and slid out from the table to head for the restroom hand in hand.

Sophia tried her best to ignore the stares as they made their way across the room. This kind of attention was all too common when she and her sister were together. Back in school she'd heard the term 'Boobs-ley sisters' and all manner of other disgusting nicknames for them both thrown around behind her back. Amy had always had a thicker skin for it but Sophia had never been able to handle the sexualisation and distanced herself from anyone she heard speak about her like that.

And now that they were walking side by side, the changes made to Sophia's body became all the more blatant. Amy had the biggest natural breasts of any woman she knew, but her own boobs now completely dwarfed them. Where Amy had once been the one to pull attention from the other, now her bosom only served to demonstrate how obscene Sophia's had become in comparison. She could almost feel every pair of eyes in the room upon her as her breasts now jostled unrestrained beneath her top.

The trip across the room to the restroom felt like an eternity. Only once they were inside did Sophia realise she'd been holding her breath. She dropped her shoulders and let out a sigh to release the tension that had built up inside her. One of the stalls was in use but there was no one around otherwise to judge Sophia in this quiet space.

Amy led her across the room to the counter beside the sinks and they lifted themselves up to take a seat, setting their handbags in the space between them. As the girls got comfortable, Amy began to pull her arms out from her dress's shoulder straps and shrug herself out of the garment.

Back when Sophia had first started to stress about her growing bustline, her big sister had been there for her as someone who knew what she was going through. Amy had taken off her own top then to show her there was nothing to be ashamed of, and from that day it had become a custom for Amy to do so whenever her sister needed to undress around her, whether at the doctor's, a dress measuring or Sophia just needed to hear her older sister's reassurance to calm her after some pervy boys or jealous girls had brought her down.

Strangely even now Sophia found the ritual incredibly comforting, as though seeing her sister topless signalled that it was safe to let her guard down, like she'd been conditioned to find comfort in her sister's bosom. She felt the stress of that week's event evaporate as she watched Amy wriggle out of her dress, peeling the garment down to reveal her shapely breasts, and settling it in place around her stomach.

For a second Sophia's gaze trailed further down, unconsciously drawn by the way the girl's dress tightly hugged her lower body. Amy had always had a fuller figure than her sister, with wider hips and a rather... generous cushion down below that spilled out to her side as she sat. Amy had gained some weight after her boyfriend left and a lot of it had gone to her bum, but setting aside the lewd undertones it summoned, Sophia felt Amy suited the fuller figure. It really added to the motherly vibe that fit her so well.

“Hands up sis.”

Amy had settled herself into place and reached over to grab the hem of Sophia's top. Sophia gave a nod and raised her arms to allow the girl to undress her, naively expecting the fabric to glide smoothly over her head and not immediately get caught on her boobs. At first Amy tried to take it gently to maintain her sister's dignity, but her breasts refused to be evicted without a thorough jostling. Sophia sat awkwardly in embarrassment with her hands in the air as Amy struggled to shake them loose from their housing.

Finally the garment released Sophia from its hold and her sister pulled it up clear over her head and set it aside. She was spared the shameful sight of her breasts dropping from her top by the fabric but she certainly felt it reverberate through her body.

> At least they didn't collide with her.

At this stage Sophia appreciated that her boobs could always make any situation a lot worse for her than it was. Despite this embarrassing blip though, her heartrate was already returning to normal thanks to her sister's reassuring presence.

Amy and Lena were the two people Sophia felt completely comfortable going topless around – She still felt a bit squeamish exposing herself to Alan, and Heather was close to featuring on the list if not for her frequent teasing that left Sophia blushing. It was no coincidence that Amy and Lena were the ones who treated nudity with her so casually, exposing themselves to her without a second thought to show that it was no big deal. They were the people she could be with without a care that she was being judged, ogled or viewed in a sexual light.

Amy gave her a little time to recover, not even acknowledging the little incident that had occurred between them. She didn't so much as glance at her sister's chest until she could see she was ready.

“May I?”

Sophia nodded her consent and leaned back slightly to allow Amy to take a proper look at her breasts. Amy carefully lifted one in her palm with a gentle touch, beginning an almost medical examination as she looked and felt across her skin for any abnormalities.

“I don't see any scarring or bumps anywhere. These were impressively done.”

“Th-thanks."

As Amy ran her fingers across Sophia's breasts, a trickle of milk started to flow from her nipples. Amy noticed it immediately; the reason she'd brought Sophia here in the first place.

“Is this a side effect of your surgery?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Sophia responded, thankful Amy hadn't just assumed she was pregnant.

“Does it happen a lot?”

“Quite a lot, I guess. It's nothing serious though,” she said, not wanting her sister to worry.

Amy looked thoughtful for a moment, then rummaged into her bag to pull out a small box of something.

“These should help a bit with the mess.” From the box she took what looked like two discs of fabric. “Nursing pads,” she explained. “They soak up any leakage.”

“You use these?”

“Sometimes. I don't leak very often anymore but it's good to be prepared. Shall I?”

“Please!”

Sophia pushed out her chest to allow Amy to apply the pads. She hadn't realised that something like this existed but she was so glad to find a solution to her leakage issue. Once again she was so glad to have such a thoughtful sister. Amy began carefully applying them to her nipples, gently pressing them on with the back of her hands.

“You know sis, you should really be wearing a bra with these if you don't want people looking.”

Sophia blushed at her sister's comment. She hadn't said it in a judgmental way, but it was embarrassing that Amy thought she'd come out without wearing one. She couldn't exactly say that she'd let someone steal her bra while she was wearing it.

“Anyway, that should be good now. You shouldn't need to worry about any more leaking under your top. You can take the rest with you as well,” Amy said, offering her the box.

“No, sis. That's too much.”

“Don't be silly. You said you needed them more than me. That's what family is for.” She thrust the box forward, forcing Sophia to take it.

“Thank you so much!”

“Don't mention it. Now how about we do your makeup while we're here.”

“You're really spoiling me sis.”

Sophia was already wearing makeup, but she really liked the way her sister did it and Amy enjoyed doing it for her. Since they were kids she'd always found it relaxing to sit still while her sister brushed her face.

Amy rummaged again through her bag and drew out her various implements, setting them down on the counter. She started with a facial wipe to clean off the makeup already there. Her touch was just as careful and gentle as it had always been as she rubbed around Sophia's eyes and across her lips. Once her face was clear, Amy picked up a brush to start reapplying her foundation.

A flush sounded out from one of the stalls and the door swung open. Sophia had forgotten that one of them was in use. As its occupant emerged, she felt a little self-conscious about her state of undress. The woman gave them a side-eye as she washed her hands but didn't say anything as she left. Sophia let out a sigh but Amy's smile and the soft brushing on her face helped her relax again quickly. They sat in silence for a moment in the now empty restroom while Amy continued to work on her face.

“So what's the real reason you got these done?”

Amy broke the silence with a question Sophia completely wasn't expecting. Her voice was still soft but there was a more serious edge to it. It seemed she'd been waiting for privacy to bring it up.

“Huh?”

Her query was more a show of surprise. There was only one thing her sister could be talking about.

“I've known you long enough sis. I know the stories you like to read. You've never idolised princesses for their big breasts, and you've always been ashamed of your own. This has never been your secret 'lifelong dream'. So please sis, tell me what's really going on.”

Amy's eyes locked on her sister with a look of deadly seriousness that took her completely aback. Sophia had never seen her act like this before, but she had also never tried to hide anything from her either. If anyone was capable of seeing right through her, it would be her sister.

“I-... I didn't get them by choice.” Sophia flinched, expecting to feel her throat to tighten as she came clean to her sister but nothing seemed to happen. Amy continued to brush her face, but she was watching intently as she waited for Sophia to go on.

“I... I was made to get them by... by someone who, uh... who considers me as nothing more than a pair of breasts to please men.”

Sophia continued to be shocked that she was able to get the words out. Perhaps she was allowed to reveal a little of the truth to her sister as long as she didn't reveal the existence of the game show.

“Sophia, did he...?”

Amy's voice was full of concern. Sophia immediately understood what she was thinking.

“No, sis! It's okay. He never touched me. That's not what he was after. I promise you I'm safe Amy. This man, he just... he sees humiliating me as a game. He enjoys seeing me squirm in shame of my body.”

“...I see. And you haven't told everyone because...?”

“It's part of the game. I can't tell anyone about it. I hate lying to Alan but... everything would become so much worse if I told him. That man... he's so powerful Amy. He could ruin our lives if I don't do what he says.”

“Sophia...”

“But it's okay, sis. He said the game will only go on until Alan and I are married. After that he's promised me enough money for us to enjoy our lives together without worry, and I'll never have to hear from him again.”

“Can you trust him though Sophia?”

“Y-yes. I'm absolutely certain of it.”

“Then once this is over, you can have your implants removed again?”

“I, uh... I'm not sure sis.”

Sophia had avoided thinking about it until now. She had just assumed the game was like a fairy tale; that if she managed to win the show, she would be able to undo all the transformations she'd received and live happily ever after with her husband. Now that she was **** to think about it though, she was starting to have her doubts.

“I may have to live with this for the rest of my life.”

> This might just be my life now. I might just forever be 'the girl with the huge tits'.

Even if that was the case, Sophia had to believe that everything was going to be okay. Even if the most shameful part of her body became her sole defining feature, it didn't matter how the world would come to see her as long as she had her friends, family and lover to support her.

Seeing the grim look on Sophia's face, Amy gave her hand a gentle squeeze and ran her hand along her arm to rub her shoulder.

“Has this man asked you to do anything else?”

“N-no. Not yet.”

“I see. I understand if you don't tell the others sis, but please tell me if he asks you to do anything else. Tell me if this game gets too much for you. I don't want you going through this alone, okay? I will support you through anything that man throws at you.”

Sophia felt a tear well up at her sister's show of love. Amy raised a hand to wipe it from her eye.

“Thank you Amy. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Sophia. We'll get through this together.”

The sister's sat in comfortable silence for a while as Amy finished applying Sophia's makeup. The momentary despair Sophia felt was wiped away as she realised how lucky she was to have such supportive people in her life. Every one of her friends had tried their best that night to help Sophia feel comfortable and their efforts had paid off. She was so much more hopeful about her future now than when she had left work.

“There we go. That should do it” Amy said, putting her makeup case away. She looked over her work then met Sophia's eye with a smile. “Just relax tonight sis. Enjoy your time with your friends and we can deal with this all another time, okay?”

“I will. Thank you!”

Amy fixed her dress back into place then helped Sophia back into her top, careful not to smear her makeup as she pulled it over her head. They stood up from the counter and straightened up their clothes to make themselves presentable for heading back out.

As Sophia followed her sister to the door, she felt she was finally in a good state of mind to enjoy the rest of the night. It was right as she stepped through the door however that everything went black.

==Author's Notes==

Thanks for reading everyone.

Apparently I am just not capable of writing a short intermission chapter. Apologies for the delay with this one as well. I had a bad case of sinusitis over the winter months which made it difficult to get into a writing mindset. Since the survey I posted revealed that people were greatly in favour of Sophia corrupting her bridesmaids, I also wanted to take some time fleshing them all out and setting up for future plotlines with them. I hope you liked the images I made for each of them and let me know what you think of think of the girls and the ways you want to see them used in the story.

Coming up next we're back to the studio for a little while. Thankfully those chapters are a lot more straightforward to write and I've already made headway into them so it shouldn't be long until the next voting chapter. We'll also have the first round of changes made to Heather and I'll explain how that works once the results come in for Sophia's next alteration.

Feel free to comment or dm me your thoughts on any aspect of the story so far. I always love seeing engagement from readers whether its suggestions, criticisms, discussion, predictions or wishes for future chapters.