Forgotten Night of Passion

It all happened a couple of years back. Heather had just broken up with her then-boyfriend of three months and was taking it particularly poorly, so Sophia had taken her best friend for a night out in the next city over to forget all about it. Heather had fully intended to pull herself a one-night-stand to go home with, but she'd gone so hard on her drinks that Sophia had worried about leaving her in the care of a stranger. With her other option being to babysit her friend back to some random man's house, to listen to them grunt and moan through the wall as they went at it, all while hoping he wasn't some creep about to lock two **** girls in his attic, she didn't have to think for a moment before calling them a taxi back to the hotel.

The scene established in her head, Sophia watched as it began to play out on the big screen above her. The door to the hotel room slammed open as Sophia stumbled in with Heather draped over her shoulder.

“...here now Heather. Let's get you ready for bed.”

The slur in Sophia's voice was easily noticeable. She'd been drinking as well of course, hoping to enjoy a night with her friend. Several G&Ts and a couple of shots had certainly taken their toll on her ability to walk and think straight. Perhaps that was why she'd let things go as far as she did that night.

Heather's face scrunched up as she took in their hotel room. She'd been hoping to go home with a guy to escape the pain of her breakup, there was just no way Sophia could risk her friend's safety like that. She could barely even stand up straight without Sophia to support her, and her makeup was a mess from crying through various points of the night.

“Why don't we stay out jus' a bit longer So? Some of them boys were really cute. Think a few had their eyes on you. Hehe”

Heather's voice was loud, heavily slurred and elevated by a carefree giggle that went against her usual quite tomboyish nature. The girly laugh was a funny quirk of hers that would always come out once she had a few drinks in her.

“I don't want a boy. I've got one at home, remember?”

“Oh yeah, hehe. Alan's soooo dreamy.”

Heather brushed Sophia's cheek with the back of her hand in a shaky attempt to tease her, but lost her balance in doing so and ended up stumbling backwards onto her butt. Sophia joined her in laughing as she helped her friend back to her feet.

“A sleep is what you need, clearly. C'mon, through here with me.”

Sophia led Heather through to the bathroom. Whatever impossible camera was used to film the scene was positioned to see in with them, but thankfully Sophia was obstructing its view to give her friend some privacy. She bent and hooked Heather's panties down to her ankles then guided her down onto the toilet with an instruction to pee.

“You two are so gorgeous together. Wish I had a man like that.”

“You'll find one Heath'. You just have to wait. You'll see.”

Heather didn't immediately respond, so Sophia took the opportunity to reach into her bag and pulled out a wipe to clean the streaks of makeup from her friend's cheeks. Heather was wildly kicking her legs about in an attempt to free her ankles from the panties dangling between them. Her fidgeting was no help at all as Sophia struggled to coordinate her unsteady hands and wavering vision to wipe the girl down.

“You sucked his cock yet?”

“Wh-what?!” Sophia stammered back, shocked at the sudden invasive question. “I... You know I don't like to do that sort of thing Heather.”

“You go' keep them happy so they don' run off y'know.”

“Alan's not like that. He doesn't want me for sex. He's... He's happy to be patient with me.”

“He's lying. All guys want sex So. 'Specially with a hot babe like you. Alan's too nice a guy to admit it though so I've gotta say it for him. 'E wants to fuck you so bad. Trus' me. I know guys. No man's happy in a relationship 'less they're getting their balls drained. He prob'ly wanks off every night at home alone thinking 'bout you.”

“H-He does?...”

Sophia blushed at the thought of that, not really sure what to make of it. She'd always liked to think of Alan as being like her, having no real interest in sex, but she knew in her heart that wasn't true. He had needs just like any other man, and he was intentionally ignoring them for the sake of making her comfortable. Was she being selfish in letting him do that? Was she letting her beloved down by allowing her own issues to get in the way of giving him what any other woman would do so readily in her place? Sophia considered it in silence as she continued to attend to her friend.

Back in the present, Sophia was surprised to hear this conversation going on. She had no memory of this part of the night at all, it being overshadowed by what happened later on. Some of what Heather said here must have stuck with Sophia unconsciously though, because this wasn't long before she'd decided to begin her intimacy training to prepare herself to meet Alan's sexual needs.

Back on the screen, Heather had finished up doing her business. With one last big kick she was able to fling her panties out of sight across the room. Sophia had gotten enough of the smudges off Heather's face to set her wipe aside and help Heather up to her feet, nudging her over to the door.

“You go sit down on the bed now. I'll be out in a minute.”

Sophia pushed the door shut a little behind her out of habit, unknowingly giving herself privacy from the voyeuristic camera. Heather stumbled over to the bed in the meantime and dropped herself down on it. Her whole body slumped out of exhaustion as her head fell forward into her chest. She remained like this while the video cut ahead a couple of minutes before another flush was heard, and Sophia soon emerged from the bathroom clutching her bra in hand, having undone the clasp under her top while she relieved herself to release the tension on her chest. She draped it over the dresser as she made her way over to the bed a little more gracefully than her friend had done.

“I'm here Heather. Let's get you changed for bed, alright?”

Sophia tried lifting her friend's top over her head but quickly gave up when it became clear that Heather wasn't taking part.

“Heather? You okay babe? You awake?”

She gently placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. Heather lifted her head to look at her friend and Sophia could see her eyes were red and teary.

“Why don't guys want me So?”

Hearing the sadness in her friend's voice, Sophia immediately shifted her attention to consoling her. She gave Heather the most reassuring smile she could before turning to settle down beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around the girl to pull her in for a hug.

“That's not true Heather. You've had lots of boyfriends. I told you, you just have to be patient and you'll find a man whose head over heels for you.”

Sophia knew her best friend well enough that this outburst wasn't too surprising for her. Heather was the type of girl to experience big sweeping emotions when she was drunk. Most of the time that amounted to harmless giggle fits. Other times she'd become lethargic or argumentative. It wasn't often that she'd break down into tears like this, so the fact she'd done so three or four times that night showed how much this last breakup was weighing on her.

“They all get bored of me. Nobody wants a flat, skinny bitch like me.”

“You're not a bitch!” Sophia shot back at her on reflex. “You're an amazing woman, and anyone who doesn't see that doesn't deserve your time.”

Heather continued to sob, but allowed herself to be pulled in for an embrace. Nothing more needed to be said after that. Sophia knew that Heather would soon bounce back to her usual cheery self of her own accord. Over the next few days she would realise that one man was not worth falling apart over, but tonight she just needed to get her tears out, and Sophia just had to be there to provide love and affection to remind her that she wasn't alone.

For a while the girls huddled together, Heather resting on her friend's shoulder. Sophia gently stroked her back, happy to sit there for as long as needed. The video cut through the touching but uneventful moment, time-lapsing ahead until Heather's body no longer shuddered and her tears had all but dried up. With each cut the camera pulled up closer to them until the two girls on the bed filled the shot. Heather's head had slipped down Sophia's body to be resting against her chest.

“Your boobs are so warm So” Heather let out dreamily from below, her eyes still red but her face no longer scrunched up in sorrow.

Sophia smiled down at her like a proud mother. It was one of those rare moment where she wasn't ashamed of her breasts. This was what her bosom was meant for in her mind, providing softness, warmth and comfort to her loved ones when they were stressed and weary. Like a mother providing succour for her child. If everyone else were to see them in that light then Sophia would have been proud to have them, but the dirty minds of society would never have it that way, and so it was down to fleeting moments like these that Sophia could feel thankful for her own body.

“Let's get you changed for bed, okay babe?”

Sophia would have been happy to remain like that for longer, to let down her friend's ponytail and tenderly stroke her hair as she fell asleep snuggled against her bosom. Sophia couldn't sleep like that herself though, sat up with Heather's weight pushing against her, and so she reluctantly began shifting her friend upright to get her undressed. If she was going to unsettle her friend anyway she felt it best to get her into something comfortable to sleep in.

Sophia tried once again to lift her friend's top over her head, and this time the girl was cooperative, lazily straightening up and raising her arms as Sophia directed her. The fabric lifted away to reveal a smaller, perkier pair of breasts than the ones Sophia was used to seeing in the mirror each day, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of envy on eyeing them. Heather hadn't worn a bra out either. With how determined she'd seemed to want to attract a man, Sophia would have thought she'd have worn one of her push-up bras to accentuate what she had, but weirdly Heather had told her friend there was 'no point' in doing so.

Back in the studio, Sophia felt herself flush in second-hand embarrassment at her friend's breasts being exposed on live television. She couldn't bear to look back to see the ocean of faces drinking up the sight of them with their pervy stares. Heather herself barely reacted however. Her eyes were locked on the screen with fiery determination, phasing out the world around her as studied the video for hints to the truth Jack had alluded to of this night she had no memory of.

Sophia felt a cold sweat run down her back at that. She'd grown more and more uneasy the longer the video went on, and now her anxiety was spiking on the precipice of the 'truth' she never wanted Heather to know. Everything until now had been mostly charming and wholesome if a little embarrassing. What happened next was going to change the entire tone and course of the video, and she could do nothing but watch it go down.

Back in the past Sophia had finished removing her friend's top and dropped it next to her bra on the dresser, stumbling as she turned. The last of the gin had settled on her mind as she sat with Heather and now the room was swimming in the edges of her vision. It was her turn now to strip out of her top. Without a clear plan on how to do so she began wriggling the hem of the fabric up her body, her sweaty breasts clinging to it every step of the way. Heather giggled from the bed as she watched her friend's body jiggling about under her efforts.

Slowly she managed to work the top around the bulges of her chest and lift the hem up over her head, obscuring her view of the room behind a veil of fabric. Her next step should have been to peel her arms down the sleeves and out through the arm holes so she could finally escape, but she found that her attempts were too clumsy to do so. Every move she made only seemed to wrap her further up in her fabric prison. The whole time she heard Heather giggling at what admittedly must have been a very funny display. It was after what felt like a minute of struggling that the girl finally seemed to take pity on her. Sophia heard her friend rise from the bed and braced herself for Heather to help pull the top away.

What happened instead was the last thing Sophia was expecting. She jumped as a pair of hands planted themselves on her chest, squeezing her breasts.

“H-Heather?!”

“Mmm. Your boobs are so sexy Sophia. No man would ever leave a hot babe like you.”

Sophia heard her friend's voice from right in front of her. She tried to back away from the girl's probing hands but she feared blindly stumbling into furniture too much to break away from her. With every step she became more disoriented, blind to what was happening around her and with arms trapped above her head, completely defenceless against Heather' advance.

“Heather, please, wh-what are you do- ahh!”

Sophia's plea was interrupted as she struck something with the back of her leg, knocking her unsteady. Unknowingly she'd backed herself against the foot of the bed, and those in the studio watched as Heather lowered her down onto the mattress before crawling on after her on all fours. Only when she had her friend pinned down between her limbs did she pull the ensnaring top from Sophia's head and toss it aside, revealing a face that had gone red with heat and embarrassment.

Heather looked adoringly down into her friend's eyes, either oblivious or uncaring to the distress she was causing as her hands wandered back to Sophia's breasts. Her body pressed down on the other woman's with no regard for personal space. Sophia was too much in shock to do anything, her arms splayed out to the side in fear of hurting her friend if she pushed her away. She had no idea what had come over the girl. Not once had Heather ever shown a hint of attraction towards her or any other woman.

“It's okay baby, just relax. You're such an amazing friend and a beautiful woman and you deserve to feel so good. Just relax and let me help you, okay?”

Heather's voice came out in a sensuous whisper bereft of its previous slur, her movements no longer as clumsy as they had been throughout the night. It was like something had taken control of her body, or like she'd passed straight through the hazy storm of intoxication and into the peaceful eye within. There was still no mistaking how drunk she was however. Sophia could smell it in the steamy breaths she felt upon her face, and see it in Heather's distant, glassy gaze like she wasn't entirely conscious of what was happening around her. Sophia knew right then that her friend had blacked out. She would have no memory of any of this the next time she woke up.

That didn't make it any easier to resist her friend's advance however. Sophia's body was frozen in indecision, forcing her to simply watch to see how it would all play out. Her heart was pounding in her chest, imagining all the possible ways that Heather could escalate the scene. Their faces were just inches apart, and Sophia could feel her lips twitching as though some part of her wanted to reach up and kiss her friend. She blushed deeper at the idea. Everything was so confusing right now and it was so hard to think. There was one thing Sophia knew for certain though. If Heather tried to take her virginity the she'd have **** but to fight back. That was a line etched in steel for Sophia. Her virginity was destined for her lover on her wedding night, and she wouldn't let anyone else take that away from her. Deep down she had faith that her best friend would never do that however, even in this uninhibited state she was in.

Heather's hands crawled across her chest, exploring every inch of her bosom. It was clear the girl had never really touched a pair this big before. Her movements were awkward like she didn't know where she needed to focus her attention. The look on her face told Sophia how enthralled she was by the situation though. Something about her body was undeniably fascinating for the other woman.

“This is how you masturbate, right babe? Hehehe. I thought it was so funny when you first let that one slip, but now I think it must be so special to be able to cum just from playing with these. I'm so jealous of you. Would you teach me how you do it So? Pretty please?”

For the first time since Heather laid her down, she finally seemed to stop and listen to her friend. Sophia knew right then was her best chance to put an end to all of this and forget it ever happened, but something inside her caused her to hesitate. Was it the earnestness of her friend's curiosity that made Sophia not want to let her down? Was it the **** drowning out her objections and telling her it was really okay to just relax like her friend suggested? Was it rebellion against the guilt she felt towards her own body and her honest wish to just feel good about herself? Was there some repressed part of herself, normally trapped within the cage of her low libido, that really wanted her best friend to touch her like this? Or was Sophia really that much of a pushover that she just couldn't tell her friend no? Whatever the cause, it was entirely Sophia's own will when she met Heather's gaze and gave a shallow nod of approval. She had no one to blame but herself.

Heather didn't need a second invitation to indulge herself. She took a hold of Sophia's hand and placed it over her own. Sophia thoughtlessly played along with her other one, and before she knew it she was holding Heather's hands against her boobs. Against all her better judgement she began leading her friend in slowly massaging them. She didn't even need to think about it. Her muscles held all the memories of how she tended to pleasure herself, and now they moved on autopilot to carry out her routine.

It was awkward at first, guiding someone else in how to touch her body. It was embarrassing to explain such intimate moments out loud, but Sophia had **** but to give occasional utterances to correct Heather on where she was going wrong.

“S-slower... ... ... Gentle, gentle... ... L-like that, yes... ... Now here... ... ... Gently squeeze...”

Heather was prone to be heavy-handed, eager to sink her fingers into Sophia's delicate skin, but it was a lighter touch that tended to get Sophia off. It took some work to correct that habit of hers, but over time she felt less and less the jarring sensation of Heather's fingers poking into her chest. She spared no embarrassing detail of how she did the deed. She showed Heather how and when to roll her breasts with her palms and her nipples between her fingertips to bring out their sensitivity. As she did she felt unmistakable tingles of pleasure tickle her chest. Heather was a surprisingly quick study given her state, and soon enough she was taking the lead in carrying out the routine.

Sophia never would have imagined herself ending up in a situation like this. The sober her would have died of embarrassment before allowing her best friend to straddle her body and fondle her boobs. That shame hadn't entirely eased up, but it had been washed down enough for Sophia to just go along with what Heather was doing. This was just an experiment, she told herself. All the women she knew had stories of times like these. There was nothing wrong with two drunk young women messing around like this. It would have been weird for her not to go along with it. It would be something to laugh about together when they sobered up.

“Your boobs feel so nice to play with, So. Do you let Alan touch them like this? Do you- do you let him rub his big dick between them, hm? Do you let him paint them white with his hot, sticky jism? Oh, that sounds so hot to do. Alan's such a lucky man, getting to do whatever he wants with these incredible tits.”

“I-I told you Heather. I don't do things like that...”

Sophia tried to object to what Heather was saying. She had yet to even let Alan see her fully naked, so it was especially embarrassing to suggest that she'd let him do all these lewd things to her. Heather was no longer listening to her though. Her gaze had drifted away from Sophia's like she was in a daydream, spouting off whatever thoughts came to her head.

“If I was you, I'd let him have them any way he wants them, any time he wants it. Alan's such a loyal, loving, caring man. Letting him own these completely would be the only fitting reward for him being such a perfect boyfriend.”

Heather was completely off in her own world now, staring into space with a dreamy smile on her face. Though her mind was elsewhere, her hands still continued to rub and fondle Sophia's bosom under her guidance, automatically applying the lessons imparted on them, and slowly she was beginning to coax a sense of physical pleasure out of her friend's body.

“I'd find him in the living room watching his favourite show. I'd come in completely topless and throw my arms up in a stretch. His eyes would lock onto me instantly, hungrily devouring my every curve with his eyes. I'd pretend to be cleaning, bending and stretching as I saunter around the room, teasing him with every move I made. Then, when I couldn't keep up the act any longer, I'd strut on over to him, kneel down in front of him and drop my fat knockers straight down into his lap.”

“H-Heather... Um...”

Sophia felt her face warm up again as her friend began recounting fantasies with her boyfriend. This was something she really didn't want to be privy to, but having already submitted completely to her best friend, she couldn't find the strength to interrupt. She tried her best to block out Heather's words, but with no other sounds to distract her she couldn't keep her focus from drifting back to the familiar voice. Sophia had an active imagination, and her mind couldn't help but conjure up vivid images of the scenes being described to her beyond her control. She was completely helpless as her head filled with visions of her best friend's fantasy.

“Right away I'd feel his bulge through his pants, already hard, twitching and ready to blow just from the show I put on for him. I'd wiggle my boobs on his lap just to tease him a little more before I pull down his pants and release the monster within. I'd tell him to try and hold on for as long as he can before finally sliding his fat dick between by big tits where it belongs.”

Sophia was so embarrassed by what was happening. Here she was with her near-naked best friend straddling her body, playing with her boobs and describing graphic fantasies involving her boyfriend and all she could do in response was lay there masturbating to the thought of it. How had everything turned out like this?

“I'd squeeze my boobs together tight and tell him he can set the pace. He'd know he should take it slow at first but he's just so excited he can't help himself. He'd just start thrusting as hard as he could, giving my tits the pounding they deserve. I wouldn't even need to touch my pussy. Just the feeling of his cock rubbing my sensitive, needy tits would be enough to get me off. I wouldn't let myself cum though, not until we were ready to do it together. He'd make me wait for it. Even as hard as I made him, he would still go for minutes before he was ready to blow.”

“H-Heather... Please... I can't...”

Sophia pleas were barely audible, having no strength to project them. Her mind's eye was filled with visions of her boyfriend's penis thrusting into her best friend's boobs while her own body hummed with pleasure from the girl's work on them. She felt like such a slut.

“Finally I'd feel his cock twitch as he approaches the edge. I'd squeeze my tits together as hard as I can as he gives one last thrust deep between them. I'd feel the orgasm hit just as I see the first shot erupt from his cock. His load would go everywhere; my face, my tits, my hair. He'd be like a fountain, and the whole time my body is twitching in ecstasy with every drop that hits me. By the time he was done, I'd be painted completely white with his seed, marked as his completely . Then, before his cock could deflate, I'd make him take a picture and save it to the home screen on his phone, so that every time he'd use it, he would be reminded of what he could have anytime, anywhere he wanted it.”

Heather's voice faded into a moan as she reached the end of her fantasy. She started sensually bucking her hips as though she'd somehow approached an orgasm just through speaking. Sophia cringed at the gross realisation that her stomach had become soaked with a little more than sweat.

From there the girls continued on in silence further into the night. The **** was taking its toll on their consciousness, leaving the girls too sleepy to talk as they settled in to peacefully massaging Sophia's breasts. The repetitive motion was comfortable for both sides. Sophia had reached a plateau of pleasure emanating from her chest, not aroused enough to orgasm from her friend's clumsy ministrations. Heather's eyes soon started to droop, unable to keep resisting the tides of sleep any longer. She tried her best to hold herself up, but eventually she sank forward against Sophia, hopelessly falling asleep as soon as she felt the warmth of her friend's bosom against her. Only then did Sophia allow herself to stop.

With the intimacy at an end, the screen went to black and for a moment there was silence across the studio. Even if Sophia could physically talk, there was no way she could manage a word at that moment. All she could do was watch her friend as she stood frozen in place processing what she'd just watched. Sophia couldn't imagine what was going through Heather's mind right then, but the look of absolute horror on her face gave a pretty good indicator. It took the host announcement to finally snap her back to reality.

“Well there you have it everyone. The final threads of the tapestry that are the feelings Heather holds towards her best friend's tits; those that only rise to the surface when she let's her inhibitions come down completely. After all the time they spent residing in our cheerleader's thoughts over the years, it's no wonder she's developed a bit of an obsession with them. I believe it best to leave the details of this one up to your respective imaginations.”

Heather's head snapped round to Sophia with eyes wide and mouth agape. She tried several times to get words out, but there was too much to say to know where to begin.

“I- Uh- I don't- I'm so sorry Sophia. I don't know what that was. I... I don't want to steal Alan from you, I promise!”

“Indeed,” Jack interrupted with a chuckle, “that night wasn't the first or last time our darling partook of that particular fantasy, but Heather was never the subject of it. This friend of yours has gotten her rocks off many a time to the thought of you and your beau getting hot and heavy. She, of course, always imagines him especially infatuated with those heavy hangers of yours.”

> R-really Heather? Is that true?

The deep blush appearing on Heather's face and the way she almost choked on the air at Jack's words indicated they probably were. Sophia felt so embarrassed to know that. With everything she'd learned about her best friend here in the studio, she didn't know how she was going to face her again once she returned to her normal life.

“I'm so sorry I- I **** that on you. I'm a horrible friend. Please forgive me.”

'I already did forgive you' Sophia wanted to say to her friend. She'd had years to think about what had happened that night, and one thing she was sure of was that it wasn't Heather's fault. Aside from pushing her down on the bed, the girl had never once been forceful with her. Sophia was the one with her faculties intact and could have stopped it at any time but never did.

And if she was being honest with herself, the whole event wasn't that big a deal either. Sure, sober Sophia was embarrassed by the memory of it, but it never caused her any harm in the long run. Just like how her drunk self had justified it at the time, it was just two drunk friends messing around. She never held an ill will towards Heather for what they did. The reason she'd never told her friend was because she was sure she'd have been mortified by what she'd done, and Sophia didn't want her to blame herself.

“Please Sophia, I said I'm sorry. Talk to me.”

“Well it looks like that's all we have time for.” Jack stepped in before Heather had chance to realise that Sophia couldn't respond. “You've been a wonderful guest, my dear, but we need to be getting on with the show. We'll catch up with you again in a little while.”

Heather's eyes opened wide, about to plead with the host to give her more time when he snapped his fingers. The response from the Control Collar was immediate, cutting the girl off before she could even get a word out. Sophia watched the life drain from her eyes and her arms fall back to her side as she returned to the mindless doll state she'd been in on first arriving on the show. She stared off straight ahead like a robot waiting for a command.

“Now,” the host smugly turned his attention to the audience, “wasn't that quite something. I hope you all enjoyed our cheerleader's first performance here on stage. I get the feeling our two leading ladies will produce some fantastic drama for us to enjoy as we move on further with the show. Speaking of ladies... Princess, you've been very quiet off to the side there. Perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts on some of the events that have transpired since we brought your friend on with us?”

For the first time in a while, Jack addressed Sophia intending for a response. She felt a rush of relief as the Control Collar finally lifted its pressure on her vocal chords. She hadn't realised how uncomfortable she'd been until every muscle in her chest and shoulders eased up at once. Jack was probably expecting to hear about the video they'd just watched, but now that she could talk there was one thing that took priority in her mind.

“Tell me about the male relationship round! Are you going to take Alan from me?”

Sophia had never made a demand of the host like this, but the issue was too important to her to dance around it. She couldn't keep going on with that fear inside her. Her outburst seemed to catch Jack off guard, the man used to to being the one to lead the conversation. He stood with mouth ajar and brows raised for a moment, before the mask came back down and he returned to his usual arrogant smile. For the first time since coming one the show, Sophia could see the host calculating how to proceed. It was just a few seconds, but it felt good for Sophia to throw the man off his game regardless.

“Well now. It seems my little comment earlier has gotten our princess a little riled up. I'll tell you what, my sweet. You've been a good girl standing quietly for us all this time, so as a little reward I'll answer your question by revealing a few little stipulations in the rules of the game courtesy of our sponsor.”

> Sponsor? So it was Liam who put these rules in place?

Sophia listened as intently as she could, not wanting to miss a single word of these stipulations that could entirely change how she approached the game.

“Number one. The final case drawing must happen before Sophia's wedding, which will take place on the day she originally planned. We may have her back in the studio after that time to resolve the show, but no more permanent changes will be made to her via the Control Collar.

“Number two. Sophia will be allowed to choose who she marries that day of her own free will. If any compulsions are in place that would **** her to make a certain choice, they will be temporarily suppressed.

“And finally, the one I'm sure our princess is waiting to hear. No changes may be made that directly affect Sophia's and Alan's love for each other or cause them to break up, nor may any changes be made that alter Alan's appearance or personality.”

Sophia felt a sense of relief as Jack finished speaking. It seemed these hidden rules were some level of protection against her greatest fear after all. They weren't perfect by any means; Sophia imagined these people would find ways around the rules to mess with her, especially with the word 'directly' in the final one. It did reassure her, however, that whatever this 'male relationships' round entailed, it couldn't target her relationship with Alan.

> Thank you so much Liam!

Some might have considered her crazy to be thankful to the man that got her trapped in this game responsible for giving her the ridiculous breasts that now dominated her life, but Sophia couldn't bring herself to hate Liam. She was angry at him for putting her through this ordeal of course, but mostly she just felt guilt tugging at her heart when she thought of him. The Liam she'd known was a good person with an unfortunate pervy side. He hadn't deserved to have his entire life ruined just for eying the girl he had a crush on. It was all thanks to her that he'd fallen far enough to resort to something like this. He had every right to throw her to the wolves without offering her such a lifeline and for the fact that he hadn't she had to be grateful.

But Sophia wasn't blind to the implications of the first two rules. They revealed a lot about Liam's intentions. The way the second one was written, with her 'choosing' who to marry, made her think of a love story with multiple suitors vying for a girl's attention. That could only mean that Liam wanted to take Alan's place at the altar beside her, and somehow this gameshow was meant to be his means to do so. She couldn't understand his line of thought there though. How was humiliating her and having her life moulded at the hands of a perverted audience meant to make her choose a man she hadn't seen in years over one she'd grown to love over almost just as long? Perhaps it was an act of desperation for him born of loneliness, and if so she felt sorry for him, but pity would never be enough to break apart the love that supported her through her hardest times. There wasn't a world where she ever chose to abandon Alan for someone else, no matter what trials this show subjected her to.

“I hope that answer was quite to your satisfaction. Now perhaps you'll let us in on some of your thoughts before we move on with the show.”

Jack's voice had a firm undertone to it this time around, as though to say he wouldn't allow Sophia to derail his show again. She felt the Collar tighten round her neck to emphasise his point, reminding her of how powerless she really was. She might have surprised the host by going off his script, but he only told her those stipulations because he wanted her to know. It was in her best interests to play along with his presentation to avoid facing his wrath.

“There was so much for me to take in. I had no idea Heather was so envious of me. I feel... guilty, I guess, for all the trouble I've caused her.”

Sophia knew it made no sense to feel that way. It wasn't like she was responsible for Heather's feelings or had any way to resolve them. She was sure her friend wouldn't be so consumed by envy either if she really knew what it was like to have breasts like hers. She guessed it was just in her nature to feel worse for the hardships of others than about her own misfortunes.

“Indeed. It's a cruel world that pairs up one that has little and wants more with one who has much that she wished she never had.”

A slight smile reached Jack's lips as thought to say he was happy with her compliance but wanted more from her.

“But it also explains so much about little things Heather's said and done when she's with me. All the teasing, the compliments, how she talks about herself.”

Jack had **** Heather to recount examples earlier on, but there really were so many little quirks and mannerisms pointing to these feelings her friend had bottled up all this time. Like when she teased Sophia about flashing the bartender for drinks. She really did get satisfaction from Sophia showing herself off.

“And to think all that stemmed from a little insecurity about her busty best friend being more popular with the boys.”

The host turned to regard the frozen Heather with a look of amusement.

“Ah, but it's never good to dwell on one's deficiencies, is it? You may be lacking in the titty department, my dear, but Sophia here told us you have an incredible fat ass. Is that true?”

Though it might have been her imagination, Heather's lifeless eyes seemed to shift slightly to glare at Sophia as he said that, and it cut right through her like a chilling knife.

> I'm so sorry Heather! They **** me to say that.

“Yes Sir. I have a fat ass.”

Though Heather's voice remained flat and emotionless as ever, in Sophia's mind she felt it dripping with disdain.

“Oh? Then perhaps you'd care to prove that to us? Bend on over and give that ass a nice shake for the audience.”

“Yes Sir. I will bend over and shake my ass for the audience.”

“Heather, don't!”

Sophia's call fell on deaf ears though as her best friend moved to **** herself at the host's command. She spun around on the spot and began to stoop down away from the viewers. Slowly the motion inched the girl's skirt up her body. Sophia tried to look away but found her gaze locked in place, **** to watch the objectifying show unfold. It didn't take much for Heather's tiny skirt to lift high enough to expose intimate skin. Sophia gasped as her friend's nether crept into view.

> They didn't even give her knickers?! Am- Am I not wearing any either?

A nervous thought nipped at Sophia for a second before her attention was dragged back to the sight before her. Sophia had seen her best friend naked before, but never in a context anything like this, and she'd never taken more than a passing glance at the girl's anatomy. Heather's butt was undeniably large and shapely. No matter how much cardio she did, it was the one place she could never seem to shed the extra pounds. All those hours spent squatting at the gym had made her backside tight, smooth and perfectly round. Sophia was **** to acknowledge that her friend was clean shaven too. Not a strand of hair was visible at all beneath her skirt to hide the girl's lower lips from sight. She was ashamed to take it all in but the Collar **** her to watch her friend's nether as the image burned itself into her brain.

Heather continued to bend lower and lower, not stopping until the fabric had ridden up to leave her completely exposed, then twisted her neck to regard everyone over her shoulder. Sophia might have imagined some considering the position alluring if not for the dead-eyed expression on Heather's face. She halted in place for a moment, then almost mechanically began to shake her bum as Jack had instructed. Her knees and shoulders remained locked in place. The motion took place entirely in her hips as they rocked back and forth in perfect rhythm. Sophia's eyes traced them from side to side as though watching a pendulum. She had no doubt that many of the perverts in the audience really were hypnotised by the disgusting display her friend was being **** to put on for them.

“It seems our princess was spot on with her evaluation. Normally our contestants have to draw a case to come away with an ass like that. She might even give our Chrissi a run for her money” the man joked, mocking the girl gyrating her hips for his perverted thrills.

“Ooh, shall we compare?” the hostess called out excitedly from the her dais. From the corner of her eyes Sophia saw her attempting to twist her body about to see how her own backside stacked up.

“Now that is one tempting idea Chrissi, but I'm afraid it'll have to wait. It's about time we had you open up our next case. We'll leave our cheerleader to it for now as we move on into the next round of our game. Would you be so kind as to choose your next case, princess?”

Sophia felt the Collar release its hold on her gaze and immediately dragged her eyes away from her friend towards the cases on the other side of the stage. **** to move on and rescue Heather from the degrading show, she called out the first number that she laid eyes on.

“Fifteen!”