Heather's Growing Problems, Part II [poll closed]

Guided by his voice, she found herself once again floating in an ocean of serenity, the sounds of the studio drifting so very far away. She didn't need to know what it said, just let the sound crash through her as it swept her up into deeper relaxation...

It was so very important that she relaxed...

She sunk deeper, deeper into her safe space... There was no judgement here... No reason not to let herself succumb to the tides of warm and comforting pleasure emanating from her core...

Deeper... Deeper...

The ocean continued to settle in on her... but there was something important she had to do. She needed to think about what changes to make to her friend's tits. There was nothing more important than that... Though she wanted so much to empty her mind and relax, she pushed back just enough on the dreamy waves of thoughtlessness to do what she needed to do.

Yes... I need to decide what changes to give Heather... Focus Sophia.. Don’t let your mind wander anywhere else…

...

But… where do I even start? There’s so many options to consider. There’s so many chances to give Heather something she hates. I don’t want to cause her any more pain!... So… maybe I can rule out Punching Bags as an option. That one makes people want to hurt her! But {it removes the pain she feels and makes her enjoy it instead.} And it’s absolutely necessary if Heather is to remain an athlete or her boobs will be too much of a hindrance for her... How could I even consider ruining Heather’s dreams and inflicting more pain on her? I’m a horrible friend. I should ask Jack to punish me with them as well. P-people punching and squeezing my boobs whenever they feel like it... M-maybe I do deserve that after what I did to Heather. Can I even ask Jack to give me extra changes though? I’m sure he’d be happy to transform me further… Wait, what am I thinking? I can’t let this show change me more than it already is. I’m being punished enough already!

I really did mess up with Heather last round though. I should really try to think about which of these options would be a benefit for her. Stewardship honestly doesn’t seem bad at all. Heather won’t have to worry about her breasts being too big, since they won’t really be hers anymore. {The alteration says that Heather will happily accept whatever her breasts’ owners do}, and she might even be happy without the shame of having huge breasts {since she’ll lose any mental attachment to them, and everyone else will recognise they aren’t really hers}. And luckily {her breasts will only be lent out to people who are friendly towards her}. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Heather truly is better off with someone else owning her breasts. She’ll never have to worry about those huge boobs I gave her ever again. E-even if some people get to do some naughty things to them, that’s worth the price of Heather never having to live in shame.

… B-but still, letting some random man *own* part of my friend’s body to do whatever pervy things he wants with? I know it’s objectively in her best interests, but I can’t shake the feeling there’s something incredibly wrong with that. Like we’re just toys to these people... Wh-which we are, I guess… Everything about this show is designed to ruin us. If this show had its way, it would make Heather and I free-use sluts, and our friends and family would abandon us. Who would ever love a slut? I have to fight for every scrap of our old lives I can, even if it means making Heather completely dependent on me.

I have to choose Impostor Syndrome to give me the tool I need to control her. Whenever Heather’s feeling down, I can compliment her breasts to boost her mood. And whenever she’s about to make a horrible decision, I can always use her implanted submissive tendencies to stop it; after all, she’s especially obsessed with my breasts, which means my opinion trumps any other woman that might use her. I’d just have to tease her a little with my boobs, and she’ll agree to anything I ask of her. Heather might hate me for it at first, but eventually, she’ll realise that I was only trying to protect her from the rest of the world, who would only use and **** her. I won’t forget the promise that I made to her. Heather is my responsibility, and I will protect her no matter what, even if it’s from herself. I don’t like messing with my friend’s free will, but Heather doesn’t have all the information. She’ll be so lost and confused with her new breasts and all the other changes I’ll be **** to make to her. If I make her submissive to me, I can shelter her through this **** stage of her life.

But imagining Heather being submissive towards my breasts feels so gross. It’s just like those pervs that are only nice to me so they can gawk at my body. I’m not some girl who flaunts their chest to get what they want. I don’t want that to be what my friendship with Heather turns into, e-even if it is the best way to keep her safe. Heather… you’ve always been the confident one out of us. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to keep you safe on my own. I need your support as much as you need mine.

So… maybe what I need is not to control you, but to bring us closer together. A Mile in her Bra would make a great bonding experience after we’ve been fighting so much. Heather’s already played with my boobs when we were drunk and it really wasn’t so bad. If I’m honest, I… I think I actually kinda liked it. It was cosy and intimate but not too debaucherous. Exactly the kind of connection I want with my best friend. I wouldn’t mind making that a recurring thing if it helps my friend deal with her anxieties. It’ll still be embarrassing to do it back… and to share all those shameful stories about my breasts. But it’ll bring me closer to Heather, and I… I don’t mind if she teases me about it. Plus it would let Heather orgasm with her breasts, and I know she’s always envied that I could do that {FORGET that Heather can only orgasm through her breasts and that it's addictive}. I’ve always wanted to confide in someone, and this option will finally give me someone who can understand my plights, even if she doesn’t remember what happens here.

But A Mile in her Bra and Imposter Syndrome both have one thing in common. They both make Heather ashamed of her breasts. It's already humiliating enough that she'll have to live with boobs like mine. I don’t want to make it any worse for her. Maybe I need to go the other way - give her a reason to enjoy the breasts I’ve **** on with. Attention Seekers means the attention that her breasts are getting will lead to joy and pleasure instead of pain. I obviously messed up with my choice for Heather's size, she is clearly already devastated. Maybe this option will help? At least this way {she'll actually be happy with them} instead of miserable. It's not great but most of the effects are private at least. She’ll be **** to let people {see her breasts} {FORGET she lets them have their way with them}, but otherwise she’ll just feel an urge to {admire them in the mirror} {FORGET her urge is to play with them and that this is addictive for her}. It’s the clear best option if I just want Heather to be happy. It’s just… a little too much. How can my friend live her life if she’s so obsessed with her own breasts?...

What other options do I still need to consider… Oh, Boob-linked! I almost forgot about that one, but it seems like the best option here! It can help me make up for my previous mistake, at least shrinking Heather’s breasts down to my current size. Why didn’t I see this before! It will help us feel so close and connected, like we’re in this together, and we could almost comfort each other when it {transfers our own touch and imposed stimuli to the other person.}{FORGET that all stimulation is transferred.} This has to be the one that I choose!

But… I feel like I’m missing out on so much if I choose this one. All of those other options have so much potential to help Heather out! I know I shouldn’t change my friend more than I need to… but part of me wants to give out every one of these options to her… I know that's just what all the perverts watching this show want from me though. I should… I should just stick with Boob-linked… It's for the best, righ-

‘Can you hear me, princess?’

Her scattered thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice reaching her. She could hear it so clearly this time, coming not from the endless space around her, but seeming to resonate from within her own head. She emptied her mind, ready to absorb his words of wisdom.

I can hear you...

‘I see you’ve reached a juncture in your decision. You've chosen one of our alterations to give to your friend, but you just can't commit to it. In your heart you just want to choose more. Isn’t that right?’

Want to choose more…

‘But something’s holding you back. You so desperately want to choose something else, but you can't justify making more changes to your friend. You’re so eager to choose another option but each one needs just a little something extra to have you convinced.’

Need a little more…

‘Listen to me princess. You’re only obligated to choose a single option for your friend. Anything beyond can be a little more flexible. There's no reason you can't ask for that little bit more. Ask for that something extra that you need to convince yourself to choose more options for your friend.’

Ask for it…

‘That’s right. You can ask the host to punish you too with Punching Bags to satisfy the guilt you feel, or have Impostor Syndrome make Heather only submissive to you. I want you to think about that now Sophia. Think about what little bit extra to convince you to choose more options for your friend. Do you understand?’

I understand…

‘But listen to me very carefully. It's very important that you forget that I spoke to you, princess. This was all your own idea. Do you understand?’

Yes… My own idea… Forget...

‘Very good girl. Now begin!’

Ah… wh-what happened? I… I decided to give Boob-linked to Heather. Right! But I… I can't just abandon all these options that will help Heather out so much, can I? I... I want to choose more. I could… negotiate with Jack, I guess. If I can get just a little bit more out of them to help my friend, I'm sure Heather won't mind me choosing another option for her. But what do I value most? Preserving Heather's athleticism? Sparing her from the shame of owning huge breasts? Keeping her safe? Growing closer to her? Or making her happy?...

I… Heather needs to be happy. I can’t let her suffer through the next nine months of this cruel game show. Attention Seekers will make her happy, even if it can be a little embarrassing for her. I… don’t want Heather to become obsessed with staring at her own breasts all the time though. Th-that’s just… Maybe I can ask Jack to make it only affect Heather some of the time. Yes! Just enough to make her happy but without disrupting her life too much.

That should be enough, right? I'm happy giving Heather those two… right? So why do I still feel so uneasy? Like my gut is telling me I'm doing something wrong? It's because I want to choose more, right? I… I made a promise to Heather to look after her. She trusts me to do what's best for her. So... I should just do what I think is right. I need to make up for my previous mistake. So just this once I'll... I'll choose more.

I may have **** Heather to live her life with the same obscene bosom that I have, but I won't let her bear the same shame I have all that time! Stewardship will remove her mental attachment to her breasts and make it so nobody judges her for them. That's her only hope of being able to live a normal life. If only her friends get ownership then they shouldn't **** it too much, but... just in case, I can ask Jack to make her always enjoy their attention so it doesn't bother her at all.

A-And… maybe I'm being selfish, but… I really want to give her A Mile in her Bra. I so badly want to be able to talk with my friend about everything I’m going through. It’ll give me the strength to face everything head-on. I got punished when I tried to talk to Amy, but maybe I can get special permission to talk to Heather. After our ‘bonding sessions’, maybe Jack can let Heather have her memories back for just a little while I talk to her. It’s a big ask, but maybe he’ll agree to it since I’m choosing four options for Heather.

Four options…

Am I really going to do this? They’re all so good for Heather though. I can’t imagine giving any of them up. Heather will probably be mad I chose so much, but I’m okay with being punished if it means doing right by my friend. I’ve made my decision!

“Aaaaahhhh”

Sophia awoke from her trance to the sound of her own moans erupting throughout the studio. Her nipples wrung with pain as she held them firmly twisted between her fingers.

> Why?! Why do they keep doing this?!

She pulled her hands away, and for a second she instinctively went to fix her dress, before the fact that it was pulled down slipped from her mind altogether. She dropped her arms to her side, blushing at the indecent noises she had just been making, while her breasts hummed with sensitivity from whatever they had her do while she made her decision.

“So? I assume you’ve come to a decision, princess?”

Sophia glanced across the stage to see Jack watching her expectantly, almost impatiently waiting for a response. Heather was waking from her own sleep. Sophia’s gaze wandered over the girl’s bare swollen breasts before her mind stopped registering that they too were exposed.

“I have, Jack…”

Sophia steeled herself to make her bid. Heather wouldn’t be happy to hear Sophia wanted to give her four options, but she had complete confidence that what she’d decided was in her friend’s best interests regardless of how Heather felt about it now. She was filled with the same relentless conviction that she’d felt after deciding that Heather needed S-cups, and though she’d ultimately made a mistake with that decision, she was absolutely sure that her confidence was well placed this time. That conviction would be crucial in her negotiations with the host.

“I want you to give Heather Boob-linked.”

Sophia studied her friend’s face as she made the announcement, worried that she would see the same critical response as last time. Instead however, Heather’s face lit up in a bright smile, reaffirming Sophia’s belief that she was doing the right thing. She ploughed on before Jack could assume she was finished.

“... but I also want to negotiate.”

It was Jack's turn to flash her a grin, like he was expecting those words to follow. That made no sense though. He'd given her no indication that this was even a possibility. This was something she'd decided to go through with entirely on her own.

“Oh? This is quite the surprise. And what exactly do you want to negotiate, my dear?”

“I want to choose more options for Heather, but I want to make some changes to them first.”

Heather raised her brow at this, the gears clearly turning in her head wondering what Sophia was up to. It looked like she wanted to say something, but her Collar must have condemned her to silence.

“This is quite unusual, but we at Bimbo or Billionaire are always up for anything that makes for an interesting show. Name your terms princess.”

“I want you to give Heather Attention Seekers, but I don't want it to affect her all the time. I don’t want it taking over her life.”

“I see. I suppose we could allow Heather to suppress her urges for some time if she is able to thoroughly satisfy them. Of course, it will require more effort on her part if she is the one satisfying them herself.”

> S-satisfy them?... I… I guess that's a reasonable price for Heather to be happy with her new breasts.

“Alright.”

The host's lips curled into a smug sneer like he knew something she didn’t.

“Anything else?”

“I want you to give Heather Stewardship, but I want you to make it so she enjoys whatever her breasts’ owners do with them.”

Sophia could see the confusion in her friend's eyes as she gave her demands. She knew that Heather wouldn't understand, but she mouthed a silent ‘trust me’ in the hopes she could put her faith in her.

“Interesting. I suppose we could make Heather enjoy herself on top of whatever other emotions she may be feeling.”

> ‘On top of’? I guess that means she’ll still get annoyed by what’s happening? That’s not really what I wanted, but as long as she isn’t ashamed of her breasts anymore, that’s fine. Her friends wouldn’t perv on her like that much anyway.

“And there’s one more thing…” Sophia braced herself, knowing her last demand was going to be the toughest sell. “I want to give Heather A Mile in her Bra, except… I want the chance to really talk to Heather about everything we're going through.”

Sophia spared a glance towards her friend and noticed her look of confusion shift into one of thoughtfulness. She hoped that meant the girl was starting to understand that Sophia was working in her best interests.

“Oh? You know we can’t have you discussing the show with anyone outside the studio, princess. You’ve already been penalised once for this. It is the showrunner’s explicit desire that your bridesmaids remain oblivious to the existence of the show while they’re not here on stage.”

“I-I know.” The host’s words were surprisingly firm, and Sophia felt her voice shake despite the confidence inside of her. “That’s why I was thinking it would just be temporary. Y-you all get to watch me have my bonding sessions with Heather, and I get a few minutes with her with all her memories.”

Sophia felt gross to be offering these people a lewd performance like this, but it was the only thing she had to offer that they were interested in. She wasn’t going to remember having an audience anyway, so she’d be free to enjoy that cosy intimacy with her friend without the thought of all these men watching her run her fingers over Heather's breasts. N-not that that was why she wanted A Mile in her Bra. The chance to confide in a friend who knew what she was going through was all she wanted from it, and having to grope Heather was just a means to that end. Even if it was just for a few minutes each week, it would make her whole ordeal so much more tolerable.

“Hm…”

Jack turned away for a moment, lifting a hand to his ear like he was listening to an earpiece, though Sophia had never seen him wear one. The audience chattered among themselves, their excitement clearly evident at how the show was developing. Sophia hated that she was making the show more interesting for them, but that was the price she paid to attain her own goals.

“Well, princess. It seems your offer is convincing enough. The showrunners are willing to give you a few minutes with your friend after each bonding session with all her memories intact, as well as grant all of the other adjustments you asked for… on one condition. The producers would like to give you an extra spicy Game Show challenge in your next intermission, along with a bigger penalty should you fail.”

“S-spicy?”

Sophia’s chest tightened as she parroted the word. In the show’s vernacular, that could only mean they wanted her to do something gross and shameful.

“Worry not my dear. What they want from you sits squarely within your comfort zone. Of course, you won’t know what it is until you receive it during the intermission.”

> Within my comfort zone? That can only mean… they want me to do something with Alan?

Sophia let out a breath to release the tension. It really wasn’t okay that they were going to watch her be intimate with her love, but it was better than being asked to betray him again. This was something she could handle, and it was a promise that they would give her some time alone with him - something she needed now more than ever.

“I accep-”

“Wonderful!” Jack announced before she even had the chance to finish, clearly impatient to advance the show. “Let’s fire the Control Collar on up, and then we can see how our cheerleader feels about all this as we go over her many new changes.”

Heather’s body jerked forward as her Collar once again directed her to centre stage. Her breasts jiggled lewdly beneath their covering as though desperately calling for attention in the last seconds of the brief time they’d spend at this ridiculous size. Heather made no effort to fight the Collar this time, eager to see the end of them, though she took a long cautious glance at Sophia over her shoulder, as though to say ‘I hope you know what you’re doing’.

Heather reached her place on the stage and flinched as another shock struck her body. Sophia watched as almost the opposite process of what she’d seen minutes before took place. The skin of her breasts rolled down and under, vanishing into the crevice beneath them as Heather’s breasts slowly lost volume. The process was much quicker this time, only dropping inches off their depth from the foot they’d previously gained. Heather clutched at her breasts the whole time, this time relishing the feel of them shrinking against her palms rather than making any futile attempts to stop it.

As the process came to an end, Heather stood taking in their new form for a moment longer, then all at once she seemed to grow aware of the audience’s gaze, throwing her arms across her chest with a yelp. Sophia jumped herself as she suddenly felt someone wrap their arms around her, squeezing her breasts tightly against her chest. Her mind jumped straight to the handsy hostess, but Chrissi was still at her place by the cases. The arms she felt were Heather’s, she quickly realised, phantom sensations from the very alteration she’d asked for herself. It was so strange to feel her breasts being squeezed in when she could see them resting undisturbed before her.

“Thank you darling. Now if you girls would kindly join me over here and we can have a little talk about what’s changed.”

Without any fuss, Sophia allowed her body to lead her over to the host. Heather joined her on his other side, and they both leaned in to allow Jack to wrap his arms around them, crossing theirs in turn behind him as though walking alongside an object of their shared affection. He smugly grinned as he looked down at the girl’s under his shoulders then turned to face the audience again.

“You know it's times like these that I remember why I love my job so much.”

The audience laughed at Jack’s objectifying joke while Sophia did her best to ignore it. After what he’d done to Heather before for wriggling out of his grasp, it wasn’t worth resisting the Collar just to disturb his power trip.

“Of course I jest. How could I ever tire of seeing our contestants transformed into the bimbo bombshells they were always meant to be? Sophia and Heather have only just begun their journeys to their new sexier selves. There are still plenty more cases to open to bring them there piece by piece. So let’s not waste any more time and see what exactly Sophia’s special deal has in store for her best friend!

“First we have Boob-Linked, and you can all certainly see the main effect that’s had on our little cheerleader. Two spectacular pairs of tits, identical in nearly every way. Size, shape and sensitivity; the moment any of these properties changes for one girl, it will instantly ripple over onto the other. From here on out the only physical difference between our girl’s marvels will be the tone of their skin, as well as any unique properties granted by their individual set of alterations. Poor Heather was cursed before with some pretty unresponsive nipples, but now gifted with her friend’s incredible sensitivity, she’ll never have to worry about that again. And speaking of sensitivity…”

Sophia wasn’t prepared for it, and flinched as Jack lifted his hand to cup her breast and give it a squeeze. The Collar suppressed her natural instinct to pull away. Despite only having one arm around her though, Sophia felt both of her breasts being assaulted by his fingers. She looked across to see Heather receiving the same treatment to her opposite breast on the host’s other side.

“Both girls will now also feel the sensations felt by the other’s breasts, no matter how far apart the girls may be. Every act of self-pleasure, every touch from a lover, the warm embrace of a shower, or the struggle of squeezing into a bra; the other will be aware of them all. This must be the ‘closeness’ you so desperately wanted with your friend, right princess?”

Sophia blushed at his statement. Boob-Linked was the option she’d decided on without any negotiating. She’d decided very quickly that she was okay with sharing every feeling with Heather, that they could both take comfort in the sensations shared between them. Thinking back on it now, that was kind of embarrassing for her. Sophia’s masturbation and practice with Alan always focused on her breasts. Heather would know now every time they happened.

“Of course, we’re not here to fry our girls’ brains through overstimulation, so any ‘white noise’ and minor feelings the mind would usually filter out will not be sent over. Meanwhile, the final effect of Boob-Linked is also very much a fun one. Whenever one of our girls has their goods exposed for any reason, the other will always follow suit. Doesn’t matter where, doesn’t matter why. Showering? Getting changed? Flashing the boyfriend? The other girl could be dining with kings and they’ll still unload the cannons without the slightest hesitation. Only when both girls attempt to cover up at the same time will they be able to pull it off. We'll no doubt get some phenomenal entertainment from this during the intermission, but we can’t really demonstrate it now for… obvious reasons.”

> Huh?... What does he mean by that?

Jack’s last words brought momentary bewilderment to Sophia. She gazed down at her body and with newfound clarity realised she was already topless… before the epiphany slipped from her mind and she stopped concerning herself with the strange thing she had heard. With the demonstration over, the host quit his irksome groping of her breasts, instead slowly running a fingertip in circles around one nipple, and the phantom sensations from Heather copied it over onto the other, forcing them both to grow hard against her will. For Sophia it was a mild distraction, but she could see her friend grow tense on the host’s other side, unused to the heightened sensitivity her breasts now held.

“Before we move on, we have one little amendment to make to our Boob-Linked alteration. A fix, if you will. You see, we at Bimbo or Billionaire are never fond of invalidating the choices made by our audience, or by our contestants. It was with very careful thought that our princess decided to give her friend her S-cup breasts, and we wouldn't wish to dishonour her by undoing her choice completely. And so, once each week, Heather’s bust will swell up to the size originally meant for it for twenty-four hours, after which they will return to whatever size they were before. Naturally this change will transfer over through the Boob-Link, but should our princess selfishly decide she is not happy with those expansive udders she all-too-happily inflicted on her friend, she always has a way out making use of her Bolt-ons alteration to shrink them down again.”

Sophia felt a pang of guilt at the host’s cruel jibe. Even after she’d done her best to undo what she’d done to her friend, it seemed like her mistake would continue to haunt her forever.

“I’m so sorry Heather.”

She whispered to the other girl under her breath hoping that her words would reach her. Still, she wasn’t about to let Jack’s goading get to her. He knew full well that she wouldn’t give up her virginity just to trigger her Bolt-ons transformation for her personal convenience. That was a gift meant specially for Alan on their wedding night. Once that day came though, that very alteration that vexed her now would be what finally gave her the smaller breasts that she’d always wanted. She could endure bearing these shameful behemoths until then.

“Now, normally that would be where we move on to giving Heather her compulsion, but our princess’s shrewd negotiations mean we have a few more alterations to go over. First we have Attention Seekers. Tell us, Sophia, what made you choose this particular option to give to your friend?”

“H-huh? I, um-”

“You didn’t request any changes to the effect of the alteration itself. It must have been something you were very excited for your friend to experience the full effects of. Isn’t that right?”

“I- I wouldn’t say excited. I just… I want Heather to be happy with her breasts, even if it’s a little embarrassing for her…”

“I see. So you’re saying this is an alteration you believe your friend will enjoy overall? Then let’s hear from the girl in question. Heather, dear, perhaps you’ve become aware of any particular urges that have recently overcome you? You won’t mind being completely honest throughout this conversation, naturally.”

“I want to play with my boobs” the girl blurted out in response to Jack’s question, causing Sophia a dose of second-hand embarrassment. She knew her friend’s Collar had some part in loosening her lips, but it was still a shock to hear that from her so suddenly.

“Indeed. Thanks to your friend here, you are now completely and hopelessly addicted to having your breasts played with. Feel free to satisfy these urges if you wish, my dear. Don’t hold back on our account.”

Heather didn’t do as the host suggested, but the way she twitched told Sophia she really was tempted despite the hundreds of people watching her.

“For as long as Attention Seekers is active, whenever Heather is alone, she’ll find herself idly pulling your boobs out of your top to play with. Like an irritating itch, it will simply feel like the natural thing to do whenever her hands are free. Ignoring her breasts will lead to them increasingly consuming her thoughts until their incessant need for attention is all she can think about. This urge will follow Heather wherever she goes. She’ll still know better than to start groping herself under the public eye of course, so she’ll look for any opportunity she can to dip away for a quick tweak of the nipple instead.

“Under Heather’s new addiction, the only thing more satisfying than giving her breasts attention will be to have someone else do it for her. Whenever Heather notices someone showing more than a passing interest in her new rack, she’ll feel a growing urge to offer them the chance to get a little more hands-on. Heather can fight this urge as much as she pleases, but once it’s out there she has **** but to honour her proposition. Should the other person accept, our frustrated bunny will always attempt to drag them away somewhere private to let them do whatever they want with her needy bosom.”

“Wh-whatever they want?...”

Sophia felt her face grow warm as she listened to the explanation. Was this really the thing she was so sure would make her friend happy? An urge to play with her breasts she could see perhaps, but to let anyone else have their way with them as well? Sure enough though, she distinctly remembered deciding she was okay tying her friend down with that ‘little’ embarrassment.

“Problem, princess? Clearly you have no issue with strangers helping themselves to your friend’s jugs if your next request was anything to go by. There’s a little more to finish up here before we go on to that though, so let’s talk about the terms you had for giving Attention Seekers to your friend. While you were eager for Heather to undergo the full effects of the alteration, you decided that having it affect her all the time would hinder her ability to live her life, and so we agreed that Heather would be able to satisfy her urges to suppress the effects for some time. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes... We agreed to that.”

“But you never specified how long that time would be, did you?”

“I-”

Sophia’s chest tightened at the reveal of her grievous mistake. She’d been so tense worrying if Jack would accept her arrangement, she hadn’t even considered that possibility. Now Jack had the opportunity to invalidate her request completely by ruling that Heather would be satisfied for mere seconds before her addiction started up again. Sophia looked up at him, ready to plead for mercy, to see him wearing an amused grin on his face.

“Worry not, kitten. We’ve many more rounds to savour the transformation of your maid of honour, and many more life-changing alterations to come. We wouldn’t want to completely deny her ability to function on her very first round. Where would be the fun in that?

“That said, we believe it would be most fun to keep things unpredictable. We’ll guarantee Heather an hour free from her addiction whenever she is able to satisfy it. Beyond that it could be anyone’s guess. Three minutes? A week? Regardless of how long it takes, the girls will know the moment it strikes, as Heather’s nipples will be perpetually hard and extra sensitive while her breasts are seeking attention; properties carried over to Sophia through the Boob-Link as a warning to prepare for the gratuitous stimulation to be received through it soon after.”

Sophia blushed as the host finished his explanation with a chuckle. She hadn’t been considering at all how each of Heather’s extra alterations would interact with Boob-Linked when she asked for them. She’d only been thinking of it as a means to make up for her last mistake and shrink Heather’s bust down again. The more she thought about these phantom sensations though, the more it started to worry her.

“Let’s move on to Heather’s third breast alteration. In choosing Stewardship, our princess has agreed to grant Bimbo or Billionaire full ownership of her best friend’s tits. To demonstrate what this ownership means, we’ll be lending them out to our lovely Chrissi whenever Heather’s here in the studio.”

“Me!?”

Sophia turned to see the hostess bounding towards them with surprising speed for a woman on six-inch heels. She made no move to hold down the huge masses threatening to break out of her top. They almost did as she came to a stop next to Sophia facing the group.

“Yes, Chrissi. For as long as she’s in the studio, Heather will let you do whatever you want with her tits without complaint, as well as follow any orders you give related to them.”

“Ooh, ooh, then… give Jacky a titty fuck!”

“Yes mistress.”

> Wh-what?! No!

Sophia could only watch in startled horror as Heather immediately dropped to her knees, turned and reached up to undo the host’s fly.

“Whoa, Chrissi! Let’s not make things messy while I’m giving explanations.”

“Oh! Don’t do it Heather!”

Heather stopped with her hand on Jack’s zipper as the hostess frantically called out, before pulling away and back to her feet. Sophia let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as the girl returned to her place.

“We like to wait until later in the show before we turn the heat up in the studio, remember darling?”

“I’m so sorry Jack. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t worry about it, my sweet. We all know you tend to get a bit carried away, though it does seem you’ve stumbled upon one of the major uses our bunny’s new rack will no doubt have among its new owners. Tell us Heather, what were you feeling when Chrissi gave you that order?”

“Disgusted at the thought of pleasuring a man like you with my body, and ashamed of myself for doing it.”

“A man like me, huh? Quite ironic given your dating history. And yet you were still going to do so anyway?”

“I had ****. My boobs belong to Chrissi. I must do whatever she wants me to do with them.”

“So the thought never crossed your mind to refuse?”

Heather paused for a moment before answering. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked up blankly at the host beside her.

“What do you mean? My boobs belong to Chrissi. I must do whatever she wants me to do with them.”

“I see, I see. Were you angry at Chrissi for what she told you to do?”

“Why would I be? My boobs belong to her. She has every right to have me do whatever she wants with them.”

Chills ran down Sophia’s spine as her friend talked about giving up her own bodily autonomy as though it was the most natural thing in the world. This was what she’d decided was in her friend’s best interests. She'd been so sure it was good for her, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember exactly why. Everything seemed so foggy for her, but she just remembered being convinced about giving ownership of her friend’s breasts to someone else.

“So we’ve heard. And finally, Heather, be honest with us. Was there anything else you felt as you got down on your knees to do as Chrissi commanded?”

“I-... I felt… turned on.”

“Indeed, thanks to her friend’s little addition, regardless of how Heather personally feels about whatever task she’s set to perform, she will also become highly aroused by it.”

“W-wait! That’s not what I asked for!”

“Isn’t it, my dear? You asked for your friend to enjoy whatever her breast’s owners did to them. You know full well what perverted acts men would get up to with such treasures. How else do you think your friend would enjoy such attention?”

“Wh-... I-”

Sophia wanted to deny the host’s words but she simply couldn’t. Jack was right. She knew what it would entail to let someone have ownership of Heather’s breasts. It wasn’t like there was anything they could do with them that wasn’t sexual in nature. She’d asked Jack to make Heather enjoy all the perverted things done to her. How else would that happen but to make Heather a pervert herself?

“Go ahead and have another go Chrissi. Think of something fun you could have our cheerleader do.”

“Cheerleader… Ooh, ooh. Do a cheer for us Heather!”

“Yes mistress.”

Once again Heather moved to obey Chrissi’s order without the slightest hesitation, taking a step away from the other to give her ample room. Despite the host’s preferred nickname for her, Heather had never done any cheering before or even known anyone who did. She looked to do the best she could, performing a series of jumps and kicks based on American shows she’d seen, but it was clear her attempts were beyond amateur. Sophia guessed that didn’t really matter to everyone else in the studio when all they cared about was the motion of those bouncy orbs on her chest. They flew high into the air with every leap and smacked against her ribs as she hit the ground with impacts Sophia could feel through the link. She had to hold her arms across her own breasts to escape the disorienting feeling of them being flung into the air over and over despite remaining still.

“Ha. I suppose I set myself up for that one. As you can all see, we’ve gone a little broad with what can be defined as a ‘breast-related order’. Any dance or activity that gets those jugs moving in a pleasing way will be fair game, as will having Heather dress or pose in specific ways that show them off, talk about them or carry something within her cleavage. A creative puppet master could have Heather doing just about anything he so desires, though other forms of sex will remain off the table no matter how silver their tongue may be.

“So let’s talk about who will have the pleasure of owning Heather’s sweet calcium cannons. We’ve great sympathy for any man who has to sit across from those on a date knowing that there’s a good chance that’s the closest they’ll ever get. We’d like to provide a little assurance that their time and money is well spent by giving them free access for one week from the day; a fact Heather will clearly explain at the beginning of each date. Just like with Sophia’s compulsions, knowing that she’s giving up ownership of her breasts to everyone she dates will have no effect on Heather’s dating habits.

“On top of that, we’ll also hold a weekly lottery of everyone Heather is well acquainted with. It could be her friends, her co-workers, her hairdresser, regulars at her coffee shop or even her own brother. We’ll see more of a skew towards straight men and lesbians who will get a lot more out of this, but that doesn’t rule out straight women completely. The winner will know right away that they have a week of unrestricted control over Heather’s tits. We’ll keep this lottery going until the very end of the show, at which point we’ll make arrangements to transfer full ownership to one very lucky individual based on Heather’s situation at the time.

“Now we want to encourage people to make full use of their privileges for the time they have them. We’re making it so that anyone who owns Heather’s tits will never be judged for what they do or order Heather to do with them. Others will simply consider it within their rights to do so. It will be up to them whether to extend this protection to Heather herself though. For instance, should an owner decide to play with Heather’s boobs in a coffee shop, it will be up to them whether the other patrons will simply ignore them both or react accordingly to the girl letting herself be felt up in public, whether by shaming her or enjoying the show. Either way no one will ever make any attempt to stop the owners of Heather’s boobs from doing whatever they want to them.”

Sophia grew paler the longer she listened to Jack’s explanation. What was she thinking when she decided this was an option she wanted to give to Heather? She’d told herself it was all to relieve her friend of the shame of owning such huge breasts, but there was no way this could be anything less than utterly humiliating for her. As though reading her mind, Jack turned to Sophia with a malicious grin on his face.

“So, princess, perhaps you’d like to explain to your friend why you wanted to give Stewardship to her, or the real reason you gave her Attention Seekers?”

“R-real reason…?”

Was there a real reason? It didn’t seem like anything Sophia had done on this show made any sense at all. She’d made all her choices with the best of intentions, but under the slightest scrutiny those reasons all crumbled to dust. What had convinced her that these sick transformations were in Heather’s best interests?

“It’s okay to admit it Sophia. You wanted to put your friend through the same things you’re currently facing. You wanted to shift all the attention onto her and throw Heather under the bus so you wouldn’t be the one in the spotlight.”

Sophia’s gut response was to be appalled at the host’s insinuation, but the more she thought about it, the more doubts started to creep in. Those were the very things she’d been thinking as she decided to give Heather an S cup. She remembered that now. ‘She can distract others away from me. She’ll be the one getting all the attention. She can finally know what it’s like to have her boobs dominate her body.’ She’d thought such mean things about her best friend… c-called her a ‘bimbo-titted slut-cow’… It had to be jealousy that made her think all those things, that tipped her over the fence into inflicting those slutty breasts on her friend. All those reasons she gave for why a bigger and bigger bosom would improve Heather’s life were just hollow excuses to drag her down to Sophia’s level.

And these breast alterations were just the same. Any reasonable person could see that none of those options were a positive, and yet Sophia had deluded herself into choosing four. Two of them allowed people to have their way with Heather’s chest. Her motive couldn’t be more clear, and they couldn’t be more selfish. All this time she’d told herself it was all to make Heather happy, but the truth was that she’d thrown her friend to the wolves to save herself. Every perv drawn away by Heather’s boobs meant less attention given to her own. She’d turned her own best friend into some kind of boob doll for perverts to play with just to spare herself from their leers.

“How dare you?! Sophia would neve-”

At some point Heather had stopped her cheer routine. She stood facing Sophia now, but her eyes were set squarely on Jack in anger.

“No Heather! He’s right! I… I’ve been so selfish. I can’t do this all alone. I can’t handle all the attention and all the perverts staring at me and touching me and everyone treating me like I’m just a big pair of breasts on legs and now because of me those perverts are going to do whatever they want with you and you’re going to think they have every right to it and…”

Once the dam burst, Sophia couldn’t hold herself back from letting everything out. She couldn’t bear to let Heather see the tears in her eyes, and so she cast them down to the curvy masses that were the source of all her problems, ones that now had identical twins sitting a few feet in front of her, ready to infect her friend’s life with their own array of awful issues.

“I know what you’re doing!”

A cry from Heather interrupted Sophia’s tirade. She raised her head, wondering what the girl meant, only to find the girl staring past her.

“Oh?” Jack met her steely gaze, responding with a challenging tone.

“You’re trying to turn me against Sophia, make me use the Catfight rule again. It’s not going to work!”

The host did not look impressed to have a contestant talking back to him. He stared hard at Heather for several long seconds before he spoke next. For a rare moment it seemed like things were not going as he planned, though for all Sophia knew this was just another part of his act to keep his precious show entertaining.

“The show has only provided the options for Sophia to choose from. It was your friend who ultimately chose to alter your life completely.”

“You’re using the Collar to make her do it!”

“Let’s make this clear, Heather. If our aim was just to use the Collar to turn you against each other, we could simply do this.”

With a snap of Jack's fingers, Heather stumbled forward with a scream of agony as her Collar delivered a shock to her neck.

“Heather!”

Forgetting her prior emotions the moment she saw her friend in pain, Sophia shot her arms out to catch Heather and hold her steady as she shook off her daze. As she came around however, her friend suddenly slapped her hand and pushed her away. Sophia stared up in confusion, and her gaze was met with one of unbridled anger that took her aback.

“You fucking bitch, Sophia! How could you do this to me?! First you gave me these fat fucking whore udders and now you’ve made me some fucking squeeze toy for random guys?! You deserve everything this show does to you, you backstabbing snake! You-”

Sophia was mortified by the vitriol spewing from her friend, too much in shock to even know what to say. Her words reflected what Sophia felt inside at her own betrayal. Her breath caught in her throat as a fresh wave of tears trickled down her cheeks.

“Alright, that's enough.”

At once the piercing glare of pure hatred melted from Heather’s face. She bolted forth to take the hand she’d previously slapped away, gently rubbing it in her palms.

“Oh my God, Sophia. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any of that, I swear! The Collar, it just filled me with so much hate.”

Seeing the state that her words had put her friend in, Heather pulled Sophia in for a hug without a care for what was happening around them or what it looked like to the audience. She rubbed Sophia's back to comfort her as she whispered calming words into her ear.

“You see now, my dear? We have no interest in staging our performances here on Bimbo or Billionaire. We occasionally give a guiding nudge to our contestants to make the show more interesting, but we abide strictly by the rules where it puts the decisions in their hands. Opting to give you four breast alterations this round was ultimately your friend’s decision to make.”

“B-but still… It was this show that made her do it. Put all this pressure on Sophia and make her feel like she had no one to turn to. Sophia has never been one to handle all that alone. We promised we would share the weight of this together, so I don’t mind if she splits her burdens with me. I won’t turn on my best friend!”

“Very admirable. Then I suppose we’ll see if you continue to feel this way as your friend shares more of her burdens with you.”

If Heather’s words had bothered Jack, he didn’t let it show. He delivered his last parting words before dismissing the girls to turn back to the audience as though nothing had happened. A buzz from the Collars **** the friends apart and back to their regular places, though Heather had thankfully done enough already to help Sophia calm down again. She still felt guilty over everything she had done to her, but if Heather insisted she did nothing wrong then it wasn't her place to dwell on it right now.

“Speaking of sharing, we have one more of Heather’s breast alterations to discuss before we move on to granting her a compulsion of her own, and this one really goes to demonstrate Sophia’s desire to push her own issues onto her friend.

“It seems our lovely cheerleader has grown a little tense since her Control Collar did its business. This, my wonderful audience, is thanks to A Mile in her Bra transferring Sophia’s body complex over to her friend. Ironic that the girl who spent so much of her life insecure about her breasts being too small will now spend much of the rest of her life suffering from the opposite mental hang-up. Any attention drawn to Heather’s tits will now send her blood pressure rising, and this will only grow worse over time until even the outline of her bust through a thick turtleneck sweater will push her stress levels through the roof. How about we turn it all the way up so we can see what that looks like?”

Snidely enjoying the chance to get back at the rebellious girl, Jack smirked as he snapped to send another shock coursing through Heather’s body. The effect was immediate. Heather’s whole body language shifted before Sophia’s eyes. The veneer of confidence the girl put on shattered in an instant as she collapsed into a squat to try and hide behind her knees.

“No, please! Stop looking at my boobs!”

Her tone was more urgent than Sophia had ever heard it, almost a shrill squeal of pure fear. As it became clear her legs would not be enough to cover the scope of her chest, she pushed herself back to her feet and tried to retreat to the back of the hall. Every time she tried to turn or cover up her breasts though, the Collar delivered a punishing shock until she turned back to the audience. She was **** to stand facing them with her arms down as her whole body shook from nerves.

“Please! Don’t look at them! Don’t look at them!”

“Please, stop doing this to her!” Sophia joined in pleading.

Seemingly content with the response he had gotten, Jack raised his hand and Heather’s frantic jitters came to a stop.

“As you can see, these feelings have the chance to grow pretty unbearable for our dear cheerleader. Fortunately, as you all know, there is one cure for Heather’s steadily creeping anxiety, and it’s entirely within our princess’s hands. A… unique form of bonding between these two best friends will be just what Heather needs to vent all her stresses away. For this ritual, both girls will need to grope and fondle the other girl’s tits to orgasm while holding a very graphic discussion of their recent sexual escapades and the embarrassing situations their bosoms have gotten them into. Just like her friend, we’re giving Heather the ability to have extra powerful boobgasms to make these sessions extra memorable for them, with the side effect that Heather may now only be able to orgasm while extensive attention is being paid to her tits.

“Properly performed, these relaxing bonding sessions will be enough to completely relieve Heather of all of her anxieties, and will temporarily banish her new breast complex to restore her trademark confidence for a little while. With Heather’s boob complex starting to really rear its head around two days after their most recent session, it will be up to Sophia how often she is willing to subject herself to this special treatment for her best friend’s stress.

“Finally, as promised, whenever our girls perform their little bonding routine we’ll reward Heather with a few minutes of lucidity. During those moments, our darling will have all of her memories returned to her as though she were here in the studio, and these will be the only times where Sophia is permitted to speak to Heather about the show.”

Sophia was relieved to hear that their arrangement had gone through exactly as she had asked for it. She’d been worried that Jack might have used some tricky wording to refuse her what she wanted. At least now she would always have someone available to confide in during her intermissions when she needed it. She hadn’t realised it until her outburst earlier just how close to her breaking point she was. She’d been burying all the stress of the game deep inside herself all this time. If she hadn’t been given Heather as a way to vent it, she wasn’t sure if she would make it much longer.

“That about wraps it up for all the changes we’ve made to Heather’s breasts this time around. I know you’re all raring to see what compulsions we have in store for her as well, so without further ado let’s get those up on the screen.”

• Like and Subscribe!: Gaming is so much more fun as a social activity. Whenever Heather has a gaming session, she will stream herself to the world. Throughout her stream, Heather will feel a desire to interact with her audience and meticulously advertise her donation tiers – a system of increasingly lewd compulsions the more money her viewers donate to her. Each time she streams, Heather will invite one lucky viewer to her flat to ‘assist’ her with the higher-tier compulsions. Heather’s social media will be run by her streamer persona, posting bubbly updates, advertisements for her streams and clips of her donation compulsions.
• Sorry, I’m Busy!: Sport and gaming both require intense levels of focus to succeed. While Heather is occupied by something, she’ll put all of her focus into it, becoming locked entirely into the activity. Whenever she does, it will be broadly understood that Heather’s body can be freely used as furniture or as sexual relief. Heather won’t resist any move made on her as long as it does not pull her away from what she is concentrating on, at most mildly protesting while she idly facilitates whatever they use her body for. Heather can never hold anyone’s behaviour towards her while she is in this state against them.
• Completely Straight!: Whenever Heather is near an attractive woman, she will feel a growing compulsion to touch, stroke, grope and kiss them. Once Heather succumbs to these urges she will become unable to stop herself unless the other woman breaks away from her. While in public Heather will attempt to keep her activity discreet, but the longer the compulsion goes on, the more she will be compelled to escalate things further. Whenever Heather is intimate with a woman, she will feel an overwhelming desire to reassert her sexuality by doing the equivalent activities with a nearby man. Heather will make these actions obvious and dramatic, only concerned with proving to herself and everyone else that she’s actually into men.
• Prove them Wrong!: Anyone’s doubts about Heather’s ability or nerve to do something will rapidly frustrate her, urging her to argue against her doubter and prove them wrong. Furthermore, Heather’s insecurities compel her to prove her sexual prowess at any opportunity. Heather will become unable to turn down any sexual dares, games or challenges, and she will feel compelled to do whatever it takes to win them. Whenever attention is drawn to another woman’s ass or tits, Heather will feel an urge to prove that hers are nicer by whatever means necessary. And whenever Heather services a man alongside another woman, or another woman is complimented on their sexual prowess, she will yearn to prove that she is the better sexual partner.

“Had a good look at them girls? We’re going to turn off Sophia’s listening comprehension once again so we can have another little chat with her friend.”

Jack didn’t give Sophia any further warning. She felt the Collar do its thing and suddenly sounds meant nothing to her anymore. It was just as deeply uncomfortable as the first time she’d felt it.

“Alright, darling. Give us the rundown. How do you feel about each of these options? Take us through them from worst to best.”

“I think… ‘Sorry, I’m Busy’, actually. It reminds me of sleep paralysis. Not being able to move my body is one of my biggest fears. Compel me to do something, whatever, but compel me to not do anything, to just be trapped frozen in my own body while things are done to me, that absolutely terrifies me.

“And I really hate Completely Straight. I… I know I did some things with Sophia but I’m really not bi. I’m not turned on by girls at all. I’d hate to be **** to act like I am.

“Then I think Prove them Wrong is going to cause problems too. After feeling how insecure I’m going to be about my boobs, feeling the need to prove they’re better than everyone else’s is going to really fuck with my mind.

“And then, yeah, Like and Subscribe is another compulsion. It’s not like any of them are good, making me do stuff against my will, but if I had to choose one I guess it would be the one that doesn’t mess with my head in any way.”

“Thank you, my dear. We’ll have to see if your friend holds the same assessment. Now let’s just switch you off while Sophia makes her decision.”

Sophia didn’t really know what was happening, but she watched as Heather seemed to droop in a trance-like sleep. Jack, however, still seemed to be speaking.

“As for you all in our wonderful audience. Only four options for our lovely Heather this time around but I’m sure you’ll find one of them to your liking. Take a good, long look and decide what situations you’d like to see our spunky cheerleader **** into. Devise some compelling arguments for Sophia to opt for your preferred choice and transmit those ideas into our gullible princess’s mind. You’ve had a few rounds to warm up now so I’m sure expecting some great things from you all. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

==Author's Notes==

Thanks for reading! Sorry it took so long to come out. This part of the year gets quite busy for me.

Surprise! I really wasn't planning to have Sophia give Heather four options this round, but with such strong arguments written in that framed each option as a positive that targeted each of the main things Sophia wants for her friend, I figured it was a reasonable thing both for Sophia to be persuaded into and Jack to allow in order to start the Metagame off with a bang. I felt A Mile in her Bra was particularly important to include with the story being told from Sophia's perspective so that we can actually hear what happens to Heather. (Though I could write occasional side chapters from Heather's perspective if people are interested.)

A lot of things lined up to make this result work out such as as Sophia's promise to Heather still being fresh in her mind and her being distraught about giving her friend breasts that she wasn't happy with, so don't expect things to go this way in all the future Metagame rounds. You'll be very hard-pressed convincing Sophia to choose more than one compulsion for instance.

Having Sophia negotiate with Jack to give Heather more changes was also more an exception than the rule, so I wouldn't recommend suggesting ways for her to negotiate with Jack in the thoughts you plant in her mind because it probably won't help. Sophia needs to first be firmly convinced that Heather will be better off is she chooses multiple options, and then she will come up with her own terms if she is truly on the fence between them. (Of course, feel free to suggest whatever ideas you like in the comment boxes on the survey, and I will certainly consider them if such a situation occurs.)

Now I'm going to get a head start with the next intermission's challenge since I I alluded to it this chapter. You may remember from a few chapter back that Sophia levelled her Game Show rule, and the new rule that was added meant that readers can suggest minor changes, obstacles or traps to be placed in Sophia's way as she tries to complete her challenge, and I'll implement two of your suggestions. Sophia's challenge for next intermission is as follows:

Complete your weekly intimacy training, edging yourself to pornography for forty-five minutes before orgasming.

I've brought up Sophia's intimacy training a few times in the story so far, but she's been putting it off ever since she found herself on the show. Now the showrunners are taking the opportunity to give the audience an insight into this unique aspect of Sophia's life.

Feel free to suggest small changes to the rule itself in the comments. Perhaps specifying what kind of porn she has to edge herself to, how she has to masturbate or something else she has to do during this time. You can also suggest traps or obstacles. Perhaps something will happen while she is edging herself, or her webcam will start broadcasting during it. Be as creative as you like but bear in mind the change/addition can't be super big.

Finally, on to Heather's compulsion round. I realise I forgot to do this with the last one, so here's Sophia's biases for the possible options this time around:

• Like and Subscribe! [0.5]
• Sorry, I'm Busy! [2]
• Completely Straight! [0.2]
• Prove them Wrong! [0.7]

Compulsions are an inherent fear of Sophia's, so this is very much about what she hates least rather than seeing any positives in any of them. Sophia considers Sorry, I'm Busy! to be the least exploitable of the options as it only freezes Heather in place. Sure, it gives anyone else carte blanche to do whatever they want with her, but it doesn't actually compel Heather herself to do anything lewd. Completely Straight! is the worst one in her eyes as it aims to mess with her friend's mind by muddling her sexuality, and she's worried it might somehow work in combination with one of her own compulsions to **** her to have sex with her friend with neither girl able to prevent it. The other two are quite even in her mind since she doesn't want to think too hard about the implications of them.

Be aware that it will be very difficult to convince Sophia that any of these options are positive and attempts to sell them as such are more likely to have her realise she's having intrusive thoughts. You'll probably be better off convincing her that one is less intrusive than she originally thought. Again, it is very unlikely that Sophia will choose multiple options this round so do your best to sell the one you want to win.

Follow the link below to place your votes on Heather's compulsion. As always, any feedback or ideas you have for scenes you want to see in the future are greatly appreciated.

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