Round three: Back to the studio

“Welcome back to the studio everyone! What another phenomenal performance our contestant put on for us over the break.”

The roar of the crowd took Sophia by surprise. Even having experienced this twice before, it was impossible to get used to being somewhere else completely without warning in the blink of an eye. It took Sophia a moment to process what had happened before alarm and anxiety started to kick in.

> No! Not now! Please, I just need a little more time!

She wasn't ready to leave yet. She'd only just been starting to relax and enjoy her time with her loved ones and now she'd been ripped away from them again already. She wanted to laugh and conspire with her friends about all the things they had planned for the year. She wanted to take her beloved home and feel his warmth against her as she nestled into his chest. All of that had been stolen away from her by the man who now stood flashing her a fiendish grin.

“Now, this is the third time you've been with us in the studio, princess. You must be getting used to how things operate?”

It made Sophia sick to hear the man use her pet name again. Now that she was faced with the source of all the humiliation she'd endured over the intermission, she could feel all of her frustrations welling up into a burning wad of anger at her core. She wanted to scream at the host to let her go. She didn't want to spend a single second interacting with the vile man. She knew to lash out would only see her punished though, and so she bit her lip to hold back the emotions that threatened to erupt from within her.

“I don't ever want to get used to this place!”

She poured her ire into the venom of her tone and the intensity with which she stared the man down.

“Well looks like someone's a little grumpy today” he said without a care, dismissing her emotions completely. “We've got quite a few announcements to get through, so I think it's best we help calm you down before we get on with the show.”

> Wait! No! Don't you dare!

Sophia's temper flared as she realised what the host meant, but the Control Collar was already warming up around her neck before she could react. She tried to hold on to the anger, reminding herself over and over why she felt the way she did even as the ball of rage inside began to whittle away. She needed that emotion! Anger came so rarely to Sophia, and it gave her the drive to fight back against the injustice being dealt to her. Without it she didn't have the strength to face off against Jack, could do nothing but accept her lot as he dismantled her piece by piece.

There was nothing that she could do though. She was completely powerless against the seemingly limitless capability of the Control Collar. Every second more of her anger drained away. Her fists unclenched, her jaw loosened and her grimace vanished. She couldn't hold on to the feeling that kept her whole body tensed up, and so little by little her muscles relaxed until all of her willpower had completely evaporated.

Sophia's other emotions moved in to fill the void that had been created. Shame at what the audience had seen her do over the intermission; nervous apprehension of what was going to happen to her next; lingering guilt at betraying her fiancé and the fact she would now not be there to make it up to him; and fear of the man who had done all this to her. All of that was crudely plastered over by a sense of calm, ensuring that she would comply as the host did his thing.

> 'Allowed to feel my full range of emotions'? They just want me to be helpless and submissive. I'm just some toy to them.

The thought brought Sophia no anger however, just mournful acceptance of her powerlessness.

“Aww c'mon, you can do better than that, sweet cheeks. Go ahead and show our audience that pretty smile of yours.”

Before the Control Collar even had the chance to cool, it sprang back to life at his command, and a new feeling arose within Sophia to overwhelm the others. She was just so happy to be here, so thrilled to have the opportunity to entertain all these people! A beaming smile rose to her lips despite the patronising way Jack spoke to her. The thousands of perverted gazes that once made her so uncomfortable now filled her with joy. She straightened up and pushed out her chest with pride to have her ordeals broadcast to millions of people and all her friends and family. She knew the feeling was artificial but knowing that didn't make it any less real to her.

“There we go. Isn't that a lovely smile for our aspiring bimbo. Now then…”

Seemingly done toying with Sophia, the host turned away again to address the audience. The artificial joy she'd felt began to fade again, and horror at what had happened swept in to replace it. It was terrifying to Sophia how real it had felt, and humiliating for her to have revelled in a show centred on her own degradation. To her dismay, Sophia found she couldn't relax her body either. She was stuck with her chest lewdly thrust out, **** to beam silently at the audience like a ditzy showgirl.

> At least they're not so big right now...

The state of Sophia's body in the 'real world' didn't seem to translate fully to the studio she'd noticed. For one she'd always been **** back into the same uncomfortably cleavage-baring wedding dress whenever she'd come back. More to her relief however, her bosom always seemed to freed of milk while she was here, regardless of how much they'd swollen up throughput the intermission. After spending the entirety of the last one stressing about her breasts expanding to ridiculous sizes, she felt real joy at finding herself with boobs 'merely' the size of watermelons.

“...A lot happened during the intermission, but I think we can all agree the highlight was our contestant's rather... striking growth spurt.”

Jack clicked his fingers and the screen overhead flickered to life to illustrate his words. Sophia's jaw dropped as she saw the footage on its display, depicting her just as she'd picked herself up from the grass outside the admin building's utility doors, back when her boobs had been the size of beach balls. She could hardly believe her own body had been so monstrously vulgar just hours ago. It all felt more like a fever dream to her now, and this video was the only proof she had it really happened.

But the footage they were showing should have been impossible. Sophia knew there had been no one around to take that shot, and the angle was too far off to be CCTV. The camera even moved as she did, maintaining a fixed distance ahead of her. Sophia had no reason to doubt the power the showrunners possessed after everything she'd seen, but this confirmed these people could see every single thing she did, even when she was sure she was alone.

And she would be sure she was alone. Once they sent her back for the intermission, they would make her forget she was being spied upon. Under the illusion of privacy she would show everyone watching the show her most private moments. At some point they would no doubt catch her during her personal intimacy training; her weekly sessions where she **** herself to masturbate to pornography to ease herself into the idea of sexual intimacy with Alan. She'd have no idea that those private times had become a raunchy show for these voyeuristic perverts and all of her friends and family being made to watch this.

Meanwhile, the sight being broadcast on screen was even worse than Sophia had imagined. It depicted her clutching at her inflated breasts as she desperately tried to hold her tattered shirt together. At the time, she'd been so focused on getting inside while holding her top together, she'd barely paid a thought to how it all appeared to others. The Sophia on screen looked to be shamelessly groping her own cartoonishly large boobs as they bounced and jiggled beneath her palms. If it had been anyone else in that position, Sophia would have no doubt written them off as some gross pervert playing out some fantasy of public indecency.

“Our heroine's first instinct on seeing her new bimbo titties was to hide herself away, but after receiving our challenge she decided to stick it out and head into work. We're so glad that she did because what a show she put on for us there!”

The host snapped his fingers again and the video shifted to a more visceral scene; Sophia nursing Jason against her breast while she tenderly stroked his penis. She immediately began to burn up in shame as she saw it, realising every sordid detail of that event would forever be burned into the minds of both her and Jason. As she watched the boy's ravenous suckling of her teat, her body still recalled the comforting sensations the teen's lips had imparted on it. Onscreen Sophia was gazing down at Jason with glassy eyes, her lips parted in an unfiltered expression of bliss and desire normally reserved for her lover.

> I really looked like that?! I'm so sorry Alan.

“We believed we would have to dig deep to start revealing the bimbo buried inside our innocent, little princess. Who would have thought all it took was some new Mommy Milkers to have her offering out handies to her students?”

Sophia tore her eyes from the screen, unable to bear watching the scene any longer, but the sound of it continued to haunt her still. The volume had been raised to echo throughout the entire studio. Jason's enraptured moaning into Sophia's nipple as she brought him sexual pleasure and Sophia's own fevered panting as she endured the suckling both filled her ears. Though it made her shrivel up inside to listen to, her face was still locked into a dopey smile like she was loving every second of the smutty show.

In a futile attempt to clear the image from her mind, Sophia looked for anywhere else to steer her focus. Chrissi was at her spot amid the cases, eyes wide with excitement as she watched the big screen, one hand rubbing between her legs and the other caressing her own expansive bosom through her clothing. The girl's shamelessness was so far beyond Sophia's realm of imagination, it took a moment for her to even process that Chrissi was brazenly masturbating to the video right out in public. Sophia quickly cast her eyes away, feeling gross for having witnessed such behaviour, but looking out into the audience proved no better either. Others had begun to follow Chrissi's lead in pleasuring themselves. Small partitions between the seats gave the audience members privacy from each other, but Sophia was affronted with the clear view of dozens of men and a handful of women rubbing themselves off to the pornographic display with varying degrees of subtlety or lack thereof.

Sophia froze for a second as she locked eyes with one man in the front row slowly running his hand up and down his penis, feeling her face grow hot as they stared each other down. Deep down she knew full well that many, many people fantasised about her and pleasured themselves to thoughts of doing dirty things to her, but she'd always avoided facing that fact for her own peace of mind. She couldn't stand the paranoia of wondering if even the guys closest to her held such perverted visions of her. Being confronted now with the sight of a man doing their nasty business to the thought of her made her feel gross enough in her own body to twist her face in disgust.

As she looked about in search of anywhere safe to look, Sophia noticed for the first time that something had changed since the last time she'd been in the studio. The side of the stage behind her and opposite the cases was now completely enveloped in darkness. Peering into it, she thought she could see a figure lurking silently and completely still within the shadows, but the stage lights were too bright for her eyes to adjust to the gloom.

“Well then, speaking of challenges, I think it's time we saw the results of Sophia's premiere.”

Jack had seemed to have noticed Sophia's attention drifting from the screen and decided to move on with his show. He snapped his fingers once more and immediately the sounds of moaning died down. With no hope of unravelling the mystery of the shadowed figure from where she stood, Sophia cast her eyes back to the screen. After all she'd been through to do so, she needed to confirm she had indeed passed the challenge.

Challenge 1: Remain at work until the end of your workday, attending all appointments
Results: Success
Rewards
Unity Change (Mommy Milkers): Sophia's breasts will no longer leak milk while her nipples are covered up or when lactation is undesired by her intimate partner

“Very well done indeed. Our lovely contestant has passed her debut challenge and been awarded her very first unity modification, designed to make living with her alterations a little bit easier. Sophia has demonstrated a real problem with making a milky mess of her tops, so the first change we're giving her will help keep her looking a little more presentable. While we're at it, we'll be turning off the spouts if Sophia's sexual partners aren't in the mood for it, so there'll be no forecast of unwanted rain while she's riding someone cowgirl. Of course, fixing up those leaks is going to see Sophia's breasts expand a little bit faster, but with a frequent milking schedule that shouldn't be a problem, right my darling?”

The host smirked at Sophia right as he delivered the last line, and without the fire burning within her she had **** but to simply smile and accept his goading. It was no coincidence this 'boon' had come right as her sister had offered her own solution to Sophia's problem. It was a clear message from Jack to not bother going to her friends for help, lest she have that assistance used against her. That did raise one important question in her mind about her conversation with Amy though.

“Why did you let me tell my sister about the game? I thought you didn't want me talking to anyone about it?”

Sophia spoke just loudly enough for the host to hear. Jack had just turned to continue on with the show when she interrupted him. He turned his head back towards her with a glint in his eyes and responded loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“That's right, my dear. It is indeed against the rules for you to speak to anyone outside of the studio about Bimbo or Billionaire. Normally we would have prevented you from doing so, but our director believed it might lead to some interesting television down the line for you to confide a little bit in your lovely sister. You never know. Perhaps lovely Amy might find herself receiving her own contact from this 'mysterious blackmailer' sometime in the future.”

“No! Please! Leave my sister out of this!”

“Oh, Sophia, but I'm afraid it is you who involved your sister in all of this. What did you think would happen when you started telling people about our little game?”

“I…”

Sophia couldn't respond to that. The truth was that she hadn't been thinking. She'd just wanted someone to know what she was going through. She hadn't even considered that talking to Amy would be getting her involved in the show.

“I do wonder how far Amy could be pushed for the sake of her sister. Give up her job to become a prostitute? Publish videos of herself getting gangbanged on her social media? Get herself permanently inked up to tell the world what a whore she is?”

Jack continued to twist the knife with his words, making Sophia feel sick with despair. It was horrifying that the host could even make such disgusting suggestions. Surely even he would not have the heart to inflict such punishments on an innocent woman. The entire time he spoke, she was still being **** to smile at the idea of her sister being abused like that.

“Oh, but don't worry, princess. We have no intention of making demands of your sister as of right now. Just consider that possibility as your punishment for breaking the rules. Now why don't you apologise to everyone so we can move on?”

The Collar gave Sophia the words Jack wanted her to say but this time didn't push her to do so. Nevertheless she delivered them as loudly as she could in the slim hope her compliance would spare her sister's involvement. A few seconds of patronising humiliation was easily worth that chance.

“I'm sorry for being a naughty girl. I promise to follow the rules and not be a big dumb-dumb anymore. Mister Jack always knows what's best for a silly bimbo like me.”

Despite trying her best not to let it get to her, Sophia couldn't help but feel the blood rush to her face as the audience laughed at her juvenile apology. Even Jack cracked a smile at the absurdity of the lines she'd spoken. The only one not laughing was Chrissi, who was looking around confusedly, wondering what everyone found so funny about what she likely considered a perfectly normal thing for a woman to say.

“Aww. Now who can stay mad after an apology like that.”

Jack had already turned away from her by the time he finished his line. He launched back into his presentation as though Sophia had never even spoken up in the first place, eager to press on with the show.

“We also started to see Sophia's skill tree begin to shape up over the intermission, gaining levels in four of her six Breasts skills, and no doubt the other two will catch up in short order too. Those were not the only skills that Sophia gained a level in however. Some of you may remember that the Rules changes are also subject to the Skill Tree rule in their own special way. Sophia won't be making any choices for these ones. All of their levels have pre-set effects that will be announced right here in the studio. Our darling princess has secured two more levels for our rules alterations. Let's take a look!”

With a sense of dread, Sophia followed Jack's gaze to the screen and began to read the words that had started to scroll across it.

GAME SHOW LEVEL 1

Interference
The audience will now have a chance to sabotage Sophia’s challenges. Each challenge will be revealed to the audience before the intermission, and members of the audience have a chance to suggest minor changes to it or obstacles and traps to be placed in Sophia’s way as she attempts to complete it. Two of the audience’s suggestions will be implemented per challenge.

“That's right. Sophia's first challenge completion has already earned her an addition to the Game Show rule. This change will open up an extra avenue for audience participation, so you can set your imaginations wild with tricks and traps to add a little spice to our darling's intermission challenges.

“Let's take Sophia's first challenge as an example. Had this addition been in place before our last intermission, we might have told you all something to the likes of ‘Sophia will begin the intermission on her way to her first day back at work. Her tits have grown out excessively due to lack of milking. Her challenge is to ‘remain at work until the end of the workday, attending all appointments’’. With this information you might have suggested a small addition to the challenge such as ‘Sophia must spend her lunch break in a public space’; or added obstacles such as ‘A new intern has been arranged to shadow Sophia throughout the day’, ‘Sophia has an appointment with a photographer to update her faculty photo’ or ‘One of Sophia's appointments is a bisexual girl looking for advice on whether to get breast implants’. The changes can't be too grand in scope for now, but with a little creativity you have the chance to land Sophia in some interesting situations.”

> That's not good! That first challenge was difficult enough for me as it was. I don't know if I could handle any more obstacles in my way.

Sophia didn't have too long to think on the implications of the first addition however. She watched, increasingly despondent, as another great wall of text scrolled across the screen to reveal her second addition.

SKILL TREE LEVEL 1

Inversion
Whenever Sophia gains a level in a skill, there is a 50% chance for Inversion to trigger, causing Sophia's priorities to be reversed for the duration of the selection process. She will favour modifications based on how much they objectify, sexualise and humiliate her.

Traps
Certain options presented to Sophia during selections will now have traps attached to them: hidden modifiers with additional effects that will trigger when the option is chosen. While Sophia is inverted, all traps become visible to her. Additional traps will be made available as Skill Tree gains levels.

New Traps: Justified, Bloom and Reroll

• Justified: Sophia will lose all memory of the modification she chose. She will become incapable of realising the modification was caused by Bimbo or Billionaire, and will come up with her own rationale to explain and justify why its effects are happening.
• Bloom: Sophia will immediately gain half of the experience needed to reach the skill's next level. The modification's effect will grow more potent the more modifications Sophia acquires of the same specialisation.
• Reroll X: An additional selection process will immediately trigger after the first one. The pool of modifications available for this bonus selection will be those at level 'X' with the same specialisation as the modification that triggered the reroll. Modifications with reroll traps will not appear in this bonus selection. Some modifications may have their reroll traps revealed to Sophia before selection.

“The Skill Tree skill itself houses some powerful level-up effects and this one is no exception, adding several new features into the mix. Some members of the audience seemed concerned that Sophia would always choose the tamest option available to her on levelling up. Well worry no more, my friends. Inversion is a state that makes Sophia her own worst enemy. Whenever it triggers, our princess will fully believe that she needs to be punished with the worst modifications we have to offer. All of that brain juice will be devoted entirely to working out which option will have the sexiest impact on her life.”

Sophia felt her blood run cold as she listened to the host's explanation. She's already been offered some disgusting options on her first few levels, and this was saying that on a coin flip she'd be willingly choosing to inflict herself with them? That just wasn't fair.

“And then we have traps. Exactly what the name suggests. These will spring into effect when Sophia chooses the modification they're attached to. Some will have immediate effects on Sophia when she triggers them, while some will affect how the modification that they're attached to works. The traps won't be randomly distributed, but carefully placed with the modifications we believe work best with them. We have three different traps to start with, but we'll be adding a couple more with each new level our princess gains in the Skill Tree.

“Now, rather than just drone on about what these first traps do, I think an example should prove to be a little more entertaining. We're retroactively applying Justified and Bloom traps to one of Sophia's existing modifications. Specifically, the one that states ‘Sophia will feel joy when younger men stare at her breasts’. In just a moment, our lovely contestant will completely forget she has this modification, not even questioning why she gained a level in Mommy Milkers without gaining a mod. She'll still experience its effects though, and will fully believe that any joy that stems from it came from within herself.

“It will confuse her at first, but she will come up with an explanation, any explanation, as to why she now likes it when her students ogle her. She'll brush it off with excuses at first, but with every MILF modification Sophia receives, even from skills other than Mommy Milkers, that joy she feels will slowly blossom into elation and then ecstasy. Once all her flimsy excuses fall apart, Sophia may have **** but to admit that she is really just some slut who loves to show off her tits to students. What are your thoughts on that, my sweet?”

“No! Th-that's not fair. You can't just- ngh…”

A sudden shock around Sophia's neck shook her body, sending her reeling for a moment. The world spun around her and ringing filled her ears. She raised a hand to her head to overcome the sudden dizzy spell, and as her vision came back into focus, she realised the host was looking at her like he was expecting some kind of response.

> Huh? Did I zone out? Come on Sophia. This is important. You need to focus.

She had absolutely no idea what the host had said to her. His cocky grin gave nothing away. It may just have been some nasty quip he wanted her reaction to, but if it was a question her Collar would likely punish her for giving no response.

“I-I'm sorry. Um... I wasn't listening” she admitted demurely, hoping he would repeat his question.

A round of laughter from the audience sent Sophia into confusion. Had Jack said something at her expense while she was zoned out?

“Don't worry about it my dear” he said dismissively. “I just wanted to make sure you were listening carefully, whilst I explain the last of the traps you have a chance to blindly stumble into. Or perhaps in this case intentionally. Reroll works a little differently from the others, you see. While there will still be some of them hidden from sight, the majority of these traps will be revealed to you before selection, making for some interesting dilemmas. Perhaps you see a more gentle modification among your options, but you know selecting it will **** you to choose an extra mod from the level below. Perhaps you might even be offered a unity change but have to risk a selection from the level above in exchange. This little addition adds a whole new dimension to choosing your mods.”

> U-um... well... I guess more options doesn't hurt me at least...

Sophia still felt a little addled from her moment of disorientation. She couldn't work out what had happened, but she guessed it mustn't really have mattered anyway if Jack had moved so swiftly on. She had to keep focused on what was happening now to make sure it didn't happen again.

As that thought came to her, Sophia realised the hall had grown silent. The host had paused his presentation and was silently regarding the audience. She had the nagging feeling he was building up to something big.

“Now, you've all been very patient waiting for the next case to be opened, but bear with me just a little longer. We've got one more matter to deal with before the next round begins; one many of you have been waiting for with great anticipation. We have a special guest here with us onstage, and I think it's time we gave them a proper welcome. Lights!”

Spotlights around the studio flashed on to illuminate the shadowy side of the stage, catching Sophia in their glare. They dazzled her momentarily, forcing her to bring her arms up to cover her eyes. As she adjusted to the light, she peered through the slits of her eyelids to uncover the figure that had been looming there all this time.

==Author's Notes==

As always, thank you so much for reading. This chapter was originally planned to be twice as long, but thanks to a bit of writer's block with the second half, I've decided to publish the first half separately. I've gotten through most of the issues so I'm hoping the next part shouldn't be too long to wait. The next voting chapter is already written so it will come out at the same time. Also if anyone is interested in giving me feedback on chapters before they release, let me know.

I hope you all like the little additions to the rules. For future reference, traps will be shown to the reader during Sophia's mod selections but any that she is unable to see will be shown in square brackets.