Intermission: Catch-up with Reality

Sophia opened her eyes, her head once again throbbing from the whiplash of waking up somewhere else with dozens of new memories all at once. This time she immediately recognised the space around her however. She was so glad to be back safe in her bedroom after what had felt like hours at that hostile studio. Her hair was damp and her body wrapped up snugly in a fresh towel, evidently placing her in the shower moments before. Sophia wished she could have come back then instead. A warm soak was exactly what she needed right now.

Sophia pushed herself back and down onto her bed, sinking into the welcoming embrace of her bedsheets. There was no harm in giving herself this small comfort as she pondered over everything that had happened while she was away. As she did though, what should have been an all-too-familiar routine was disturbed by the intrusive weight of her breasts pressing down on her. She'd forgotten just how uncomfortable it was to have these masses bearing straight down on her. Her old breasts had been a nuisance, but they were at leasts still manageable for Sophia to lie on her back with. These new ones threatened to squeeze the air from her lungs as she slept.

“Aah-”

> Wh-what was that?!

Sophia blushed as the slightest of moans pushed its way through her lips. For some reason the thought of being unable to sleep with the weight of her chest upon her had sent a tingle running down her spine and between her legs.

> P-probably just tension… That’s right…

After all the stress of being in the studio, finding peace in her sanctuary was bound to send strange feelings through her body as it unwound. That’s what Sophia told herself at least.

> …But still, I miss having lighter breasts.

In Sophia’s memories she’d had no problem sleeping on her back over the last few days thanks to the floaty physics of her Knockers alteration. Sophia couldn’t believe she actually kinda missed one of the perverted changes they’d made to her body. Was the game show affecting her that much already?

With a grumble Sophia pushed the thought away and hefted herself over into her side.

There was a lot for her to go over in her mind now that she had some time alone. Foremost was what situation she'd found herself back in and what her ‘other self’ had been up to in the time she'd been away. It was still such a strange experience for her to be able to remember events she had never consciously been through, and it felt like she'd been robbed of moments of her life to look back on those of them that had filled her with joy…

Moments such as her time at the Fifth Acre with her friends. She'd been stolen away not long after meeting up with everyone. In her memories though, she'd stayed there well into the evening, laughing and exchanging stories with her friends as drinks flowed, even mingling a little with the extra guests they'd brought along. Lena had made a toast to the future Mr and Mrs Lawson, and then again a few drinks later to Sophia's new boobs and her 'journey to discover her sexual self' in the coming months, to which Sophia had been just drunk enough to be pressured into blushingly raising her glass.

And when all that was done, Sophia had fulfilled the promise she'd made to herself, taking her fiancé home with her and giving him the rest of the night to massage her new boobs to his heart's content. She'd taken the chance to let him suckle the rest of the milk from her bosom, bringing them back down to their new ‘normal size’. She’d finished him off with her hand, and though her skin itched for her to run straight to the bathroom to wash it off, she'd let his seed linger on her hand to show Alan how much she was trying to change for him. The memory of Alan falling asleep with his arms wrapped around her and a gentle smile on his face should have made her feel so warm inside, except…

Did it really count as keeping her promise if she wasn't actually there for it? Sure, it had been her intention to do those things for Alan, but it was her ‘other self’ that had taken the helm of her body to carry out her will. It was like giving a work project over to someone else - It wasn’t right for her to take credit for it. Bearing her lover’s semen wasn’t some great show of love when she wasn’t once conscious of how it made her skin crawl. No sacrifice she’d made for Alan that night had ever been more than a distant memory for her. She couldn’t accept that as her atonement for masturbating another man, not until she was there and conscious to make it up to Alan herself.

But Alan was far from her only cause for concern from that night. Thanks to her own wilful ignorance she’d gotten her sister involved in the game as well. Amy was now aware that Sophia was being **** into some humiliating game against her will, though she believed the root cause of it all was simple ****. She had no idea of the power behind the organisation bent on changing her sister’s life, or that they now had their eyes set on her as well. Jack had promised that Amy would receive her own **** demands at some point in retribution for Sophia's breach of the rules. She didn't know when or how they would contact her, but she was terrified of what they would make her sister do. Amy was always one to make personal sacrifices for the sake of her little sister, and Sophia had a sinking feeling that she would have agreed to any one of the degrading demands Jack had taunted Sophia with back in the studio. She couldn’t even warn her sister in case that provoked the showrunners into swifter and harsher action. All she could do was try to keep an eye on Amy to know if she started acting weirdly.

And then there was Lena as well who, thanks to a series of mistaken assumptions and shoddy cover-ups by Sophia, had now made it her mission to push her friend into becoming more ‘sexually liberated’. Sophia had fumbled every shot that she had to fix the miscommunication and now she feared it was too late. No matter what she said to deny it now, Lena would just think she was being too squeamish to commit to being ‘the woman she wanted to be’. She’d become an unwitting pawn of the showrunners to pressure Sophia to accept the changes that were being made to her.

The problems with Heather of course went without saying, so just about the only one of her friends Sophia didn't need to worry about was Farah, which honestly came as a surprise. Back in Uni she was always the most stubborn and opinionated of the girls, prone to butting her head into issues she had no part in. Maybe the hypnotherapy she’d spoken about really had gone a long way in helping mellow the girl out.

> Hypnotherapy, huh...

The word continued to linger in Sophia's head. When Farah first mentioned it, the idea had filled her with unease. She just didn't like the idea of having anyone mess with her head like that. It was one of her greatest fears.

…But someone had messed with her head. Completely and thoroughly. Filled it up with horrible compulsive rules she would now be **** to follow. She couldn't rely on her willpower to fend them off. She had to be proactive in fighting for control of her mind. There was a solid chance that hypnosis would have no effect against the Control Collar's handiwork, but it would be absolutely worth the effort if it suppressed even just one of her compulsions. The least she could do was enquire about it.

Sophia: Hey Farah. About that hypnotherapy you mentioned…

Sophia quickly typed a message out for her friend on her phone from the nightstand. She didn’t expect the girl to respond right away, as Farah was always making herself busy with something or other. Sophia took the time to glance over her most recent conversations while she was at it.

Evan: Hey Sis. Sorry I missed the party at the acre. I’ll make it up to you this weekend. xx

Sophia: It’s okay. Your exams are more important. Looking forward to seeing you and Good Luck!!! xxx

Sophia’s brother was the only one from her extended friend group that didn’t make it to the Fifth Acre. She couldn’t exactly blame him for having a midterm exam later that week. If she was honest with herself, she was kind of glad that he didn’t come. More so than Alan or any of her bridesmaids, Evan was the one person she was most anxious to see her new breasts. She simply didn’t want her little brother to see her like this.

She briefly wondered if Evan had already heard the news but somehow she doubted it. His sister’s breast implants was just not a topic she could imagine anyone bringing up to him. If anyone had, it would probably have been Terry, Heather’s brother. Apart from Alan, he ended up as the only boy with them at the Fifth Acre that night. Sophia had seen him eying her up from the other table a few times and tried her best to avoid him. He wasn’t a bad person by any means, but she didn’t want to deal with the hormones of a nineteen-year-old boy.

But if Terry hadn’t spoken to Evan about it, then that meant her brother was still in the dark about her recent growth, and he would surely find out first-hand when he met up with her in a few days' time. With just the two of them there, there would be nothing to distract her from her brother’s judgement. She’d have to look him straight in the eyes as she gave the same explanation she had to everyone else… that she saw having huge boobs as essential to her identity as a woman… and watch in real-time as Evan’s image of his older sister was forever painted over in sluttier colours. Sophia wasn’t sure if she could handle that on her own. With a face scrunched up in shame, she quickly typed out a new message to him.

Sophia: Hey, do you mind if we invite Amy out when we meet up tomorrow? We can celebrate you acing your exam as a family! Xxx

She really hoped that was okay with the boy. Having her sister there, the one person who knew these breasts were not of her own volition, would really help to ease a lot of the anxiety she felt towards seeing him.

With nothing to do but wait for a response, Sophia turned her mind away from the matter and looked over her most recent conversation. She’d been texting back and forth with her best friend all morning while the girl was at the gym. Now conscious again, Sophia couldn’t help but look at the last message sent from her friend with a sense of foreboding.

Heather: Gosh, I’m so tired all of a sudden. These reps shouldn’t have worn me out that much. Think I’ll go for a nap when I get in.

Sophia felt tense as her eyes danced over the words again and again. There was no doubt that this was an effect of her imminent transformation. Was her friend’s chest ballooning up at that very moment while she slept? Or had it all happened in an instant when Sophia returned from the studio. Either way, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. Heather had no idea as she went to bed that she’d just experienced the last moments of her normal life. Once she next woke she would be under the influence of all those alterations that Sophia had chosen out for her. She would wake up to the exact same view that Sophia had now, of two mountains rising from her chest entirely eclipsing the view of the rest of her body. And no matter who she went to for help, they would tell her that she must have gotten big fake breast implants out of jealousy for her best friend. And unlike Sophia, she would have no idea what was behind all the horrible things that would soon happen to her. She would be entirely in the dark, alone and confused.

But as much as Sophia’s heart ached for her friend, there was nothing she could do for her at that moment. Heather was part of the game now. She couldn’t tell her friend what the source of all their woes was. All she could do was wait for Heather to wake up and reach out to her, then offer a supporting shoulder like she had promised to do. Until then she had her own life to sort out.

It was Saturday now, four days since she had been pulled away from the Fifth Acre on Tuesday night. Sophia had continued to live her life in that time, even going out to work each day. She was glad she didn’t have to live through those days. The word was out around the student services that Sophia had gotten breast implants in the time she’d been away, and just about all her immediate co-workers had brought some excuse to nip into her office to see her. Some had been subtle about satisfying their curiosity, but with the Sweater Puppies effect still in play at the time, most had not seen the need to. She’d endured countless questions about why she got them, what volume she went for, how they felt, how Alan felt about them and more. Sophia for her part had been cagey about giving any response at all, mostly trying to change the subject, but it was all she heard anyone talk about whenever she went out into the common area.

Her co-workers weren’t the only ones taking notice of Sophia’s new additions either. Throughout the week she’d had meeting after meeting with students who came to her for advice or issues with their accommodation. Each of them had met her with the same wide-eyed stare and exclamation of ‘Wow Miss! You had a boob job!’. No matter how many times it happened, she never got over how embarrassing it was to open every single meeting like that. Afterwards most would follow up with some compliment to the size, lift or natural look of her ‘fakies’, filling Sophia with enough shame not to look her mentee in the eye for the rest of the meeting. Even the girls were no strangers to passing comment, though theirs were a little more critical. ‘You were already gorgeous enough Miss. You didn’t need to get those done’. At the very least she was respected enough among the students for no one to make any truly nasty remarks. She didn’t know how she would have responded if anyone had voiced the words often said of women with such enhancements.

But the longer the week went on, the more word was starting to spread around campus about the student support worker who’d gotten huge breast implants. Sophia had done her best to minimise the number of people who saw her at work, slipping into the office in the early hours while it was quiet and remaining there until it was time to head home for the day. Even so, people were spotting her out and about, and she couldn’t stop the students she mentored from going out and telling their friends. The rumours were relatively contained right now, but if Sophia knew anything about the spread of gossip on campus, then she was certain that everyone in the Uni would know by the end of the month.

At the very least though, Sophia would no longer have to worry about those rumours being brought up in her very presence. She stood by the fact that Sweater Puppies was the worst of her breast alterations by a wide margin. Worse than the one that made her do those gross, perverted things to her friend’s toy, worse than the one that gave her these big, fake tits that everyone was commenting on in the first place, worse than the one that led to that awful day when her bosom swelled up with milk, worse even than the one that led to her being helplessly groped by a stranger at the bar.

Each one of those was humiliating for her, but they were isolated incidents she could recover and move on from. Sweater Puppies seemed so benign in comparison but in reality it was so much worse. She couldn’t do her work, see her friends, or even walk down the street without being reminded that she was a woman with an abnormally large pair of breasts and that’s all that people saw in her. Every time someone greeted her with ‘your tits look nice in that top today’ or she overheard two of her co-workers play a game of guessing her cup size, it made her feel like those two lumps that were her biggest source of shame and insecurity were the only part of her that mattered to people and she just existed to cart them from place to place. Now that Sweater Puppies was gone and people would keep those gross thoughts to themselves, it would do a lot to combat that destructive mindset, and she might have a shot at a life without her two heaving globes at the centre of it.

In that sense, Sophia was glad that the Full House vote had passed. Though it would soon be seen whether that was worth the trade-off of three extra compulsions...

> Anyway, enough about work. I can deal with all that on Monday. I can’t put this off all day.

Deciding she’d spent long enough on her catch-up with reality, Sophia pushed herself upright and dragged herself to her feet. There was a reason she was getting ready on her day off from work. She had a promised meetup with her fiancé. That was something she normally would have been thrilled with, but this time she was a little more apprehensive.

Months back Sophia and Alan had made an agreement to try and build a relationship with each others’ friends ahead of their joining at the altar. Alan, for his part, had done a wonderful job of integrating with Heather and the other bridesmaids. He’d always come to mingle for a bit when dropping Sophia off for their girl’s nights out and the girls all loved to see him.

Sophia, on the other hand, was dragging her heels a bit when it came to her part of the arrangement. It wasn’t that she hated Alan’s friends. They were just-… Sophia liked to see the best in people but even she had to admit they were a bit full of themselves. They’d been on the same engineering course as Alan at uni and were the type of people you might typically refer to as ‘lads’; guys who were only into football, tech, drinking and hitting on women. There was a level of egotism and casual sexism too that put Sophia off from wanting to spend time around them. Alan insisted they were good people at heart though and said that Sophia should really try and get to know them better before she wrote them off. After all the effort Alan went through to integrate into her life, she felt it was the least she could do for him in return and so she reluctantly agreed to occasional meetups.

And so here she was preparing to meet them at a bar early that afternoon.

Sophia was about to throw her towel off to get dressed when the sound of her ringtone rang out from behind her. She grabbed her phone and answered upon seeing the name on the dial.

“Hey Farah.”

“Hey Sophia! So you’ve thought about giving hypnotherapy a shot have you?”

It was just like her friend to launch straight into business at the start of a call.

“Well, maybe. I thought I might as well at least try and see if it can help with some issues I’m having.”

“Oh, I promise you it will. It’s been working absolute wonders for me. I actually have a session booked in for four this afternoon. I can ask if he’ll mind making it a taster session for you instead if you like.”

“Uh, t-today?...”

“That’s right.”

It was very short notice for Sophia, and she would have to cut her time with Alan a little short, but she supposed that would still give her a few hours with him and the sooner she worked to counteract these compulsions the better.

“Alright Farah. That sounds good to me.”

“Great. I’ll text you the address once the doctor tells me it's okay. See you then! Love you!”

“Love you too Farah.”

The girl had hung up before Sophia even finished her farewell. Farah lived such a busy life it could be difficult to hold her down for even a minute. As Sophia went to put her phone down she noticed she had a new message from Lena.

Lena: Hey babe. U try a little ‘cowplay’ with Alan yet? U gotta tell me how it went! xxx

Sophia winced as she read her friend's message. It seemed Lena really was determined to move her in a lewd direction, and right now she was obsessed with getting Sophia to wear the revealing clothes she’d bought her for her boyfriend. She glanced across to the corner where those gifted outfits dwelled. She hated that she still had them, but Sophia would have felt awful to throw away hundreds of pounds worth of presents.

Still, it had been way too much to be met by the sight of a pile of smutty clothing every time she entered her bedroom, and so Sophia had gotten to work over the last few days clearing out her second wardrobe to make space for them all. The result wasn't much of an improvement overall though. It was probably even more embarrassing for Sophia to realise she now had an entire wardrobe dedicated to slutty outfits in her bedroom. She felt like she would just die if anyone other than Lena were to open it.

Sophia: I can’t Lena! I told you, it’s way too embarrassing!

The message went ‘seen’ almost as soon as Sophia sent it, and a response arrived before she even had the chance to set down her phone.

Lena: I’m calling u

Within seconds of reading the response, Sophia's phone was buzzing with an incoming call. She rolled her eyes before picking up to answer her friend.

“Hey Lena.”

“Hi babe! This isn't a bad time, is it?”

“I'm just getting ready to go see Alan and his friends.”

“Oh, um, Declan, right? The best man? I don't think we've met.”

“That’s him. Alan's going to organise a get-together for all the bridal party to meet up.”

“Oh, nice. Well you know I can make myself available whenever. Anyway, I won't keep you long then, but what the heck Fifi! I thought we talked about this. There's nothing embarrassing about sharing your body with your special someone. This is something we need to fix babe. What are you going to do on your wedding night if you're too shy to even get undressed for Alan?”

Sophia didn't have an answer for that. She wanted so badly to make their wedding night special for Alan, to do things for him that she'd never done before. She'd been working so hard with him to get herself ready for it, but what if she couldn't? What if she fumbled and made a mess of one of the most important days of their life?

“Alright, I've got an idea! Alan's spending the night at your place, right?”

“Yes, he’s staying over.”

“Alright, I’m dropping over tonight then. We’re gonna get you kitted up and get you over this hump of dressing sexy for your boyfriend.”

“T-tonight? I… I can’t, Lena. I’m not ready for that yet.”

“Fifi! You’re never gonna be ready if you keep putting it off! I promise you it'll get easier for you after the first time. We’ve just gotta get you over that first hurdle. I'll be there to support you through that first step. Hell, I’ll even dress up with you if it makes you more comfortable. I'll put on one hell of a slutty little fashion show for Alan with you if that's what it takes to make this happen! Help me out here, Sophia!”

“I'll do it!”

The words burst from Sophia's lips before she even knew what she was agreeing to.

“I knew that would get you excited,” her friend giggled back. “But seriously, you know I was only teasing. I just want you to be as comfortable as possible through the whole thing, so I’ll be sure to hang back in the other room while you’re strutting your stuff. I wouldn't want you to get jealous having another girl in there.”

Sophia was too shocked to listen to what Lena was saying. She hadn’t expected to be hit by a compulsion already, still within the ‘safety’ of her own bedroom, but Heather had stumbled over the magic word and suddenly the urge to say yes had hit her like a train. It didn't matter that Heather had said it as a joke. Her compelled need to assist her loved ones had taken her all the same.

And now even just the thought of taking it back filled her heart to overflowing with guilt. Lena was going through all this trouble to help her, even offering to put her own body on display in solidarity to make things as easy as possible for her friend, and Sophia was just making things difficult for them both. Lena had committed a great deal of her time and effort to helping a troubled girl with her intimacy issues, and now Sophia was really considering refusing to do even one little thing to help herself? The thought made her sick to her stomach.

> But it would be so s-slutty to- Ngh, I’m such a horrible friend… But Lena was only jok- Why are you such a selfish bitch, Sophia!?

It was like two sides were waging a war inside of her. Every time she tried to formulate a logical reason why agreeing to the request was completely ridiculous, it was shot down by a knee-jerk emotional reaction to saying no to Lena. As nonsensical as it was, as horrified as Sophia was by the thought of going through with what her friend had suggested, she knew she would hate herself more if she turned her down.

“It's okay, Lena. I'll do it. I'll put on a s-… a s-slutty little fashion show for Alan with you.”

The line went silent for a moment while Sophia cringed under the weight of embarrassment.

“...Wait, you're serious, Fifi? You want me to dress up with you? I mean, I don't mind. I just… I wasn't expecting something like this from you, wrangling up a two-girl strip-show for your boyfriend. Were you planning this out the whole time? You're quite the saucy minx beneath that Disney princess makeup, aren’t you? I love it!”

“N-no Lena- I’m not- I don't-”

> Look how excited she is. How could I turn her down after that? I’m such a bitch for even thinking about it.

The mental pressure compelling Sophia to keep her word and the gut-wrenching guilt it conjured up were too dire a combination for Sophia to overcome. Yet again she was **** to scramble to defend the perverted changes that had been made to her in whatever way made her look least like a slut.

“I- I'm just too nervous to do it alone, Lena. I… I want to be able to wear those things for Alan, b-but the thought of anyone seeing me dressed like that makes me… I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise! I told you already, I think it’s so special to have someone you can be completely open with, and I’m incredibly honoured you chose that person to be me. I get it, Fifi. You’ve spent your whole life telling yourself you have to be ashamed of your body and hide it away. That’s why you could never tell anyone that you wanted bigger boobs until you took a leap of faith and got them. And it’s why you’re having so much trouble showing it off to even the person you love and trust completely. You’re trying so hard but you just can’t get over that stigma on your own. You need someone there to show you it’s completely okay for a woman to show herself off in those skimpy outfits.”

“I-... Y-yes, Lena. You’re right!”

Sophia hadn’t expected such an insight from her friend and couldn’t keep herself from exclaiming. She wasn’t usually so good at reading people. There were things the girl was off about of course, like her insistent belief that Sophia wanted bigger breasts, but Lena was too far gone to see the light on that issue at this stage. Sophia really didn’t want to get over her stigma either, not completely. She was determined never to normalise perverts leering at her body, and she would never willingly dress herself up to give them a better view of it. She would happily live in shame for the rest of her life to not become what Bimbo or Billionaire was trying to turn her into.

But with Alan it was different. It was for him and him alone that she wanted to be completely comfortable in her own body. She wanted to be able to offer him what any other woman could, but it was a cruel reality that her skin crawled just the same under his gaze as any other man's. In all their time together, Sophia had barely gotten over her body complex enough to even take her bra off for Alan. He would often put a hand on her arm and tell her to keep it on to spare her the discomfort. It was a caring gesture but it only further reinforced her inability to bare herself to him.

Perhaps then her friend's ‘request’ wasn't so terrible after all. Maybe she had it wrong all along and it was her hesitation that was the real knee-jerk response. Just because she was compelled to say yes didn’t mean it was a bad thing, right? As much as every nerve in her body was screaming to fight for her free will, having a friend there to support her and take away some of the pressure might be just what she needed to get over her fear. This was finally her chance to get over an issue that had been vexing her for years. It wasn’t like Lena hadn’t already seen her in those outfits in the photos she’d sent her. What was the harm in succumbing to the compulsion this one time?

“Okay, Lena. I think I can do this.”

“Fantastic, babe! That’s what we like to hear! But… you’re not gonna get jealous with Alan looking at another woman, are you?”

“It’s fine. I don’t get jealous of Alan having… thoughts about other women. I know his love is only for me.”

She’d even told him so herself. It wasn’t fair on him to feel otherwise when she wasn’t able to satisfy his needs as a man, and sex just didn’t mean much enough to her to be possessive of his physical attraction towards women. She knew that he would never betray her and that was all that mattered.

“Aw, that's beautiful Fifi. That's the sort of love I want some day. Alright, I'll be over around eight, yeah? I'll bring my sexiest and sluttiest outfits over, and we can build like a little catwalk or something. Oh, and I've got a couple more pieces I bought for you to give you.”

“Lena, you don't need to keep buying things for me. You've got me more than enough already!”

“I don't mind it babe. I keep seeing things I know you'll look so hot for Alan in. It's my new favourite hobby.”

“Lena…”

> Ugh, there's no point arguing with her

“Alright, I won't keep you any longer, Fifi. Go see your man. I'll see you at eight?”

“Yeah, eight is fine. Love you, Lena.”

“Love you too babe. Ta ta.”

The line went dead and Sophia set her phone down on the Vanity with a sigh of resignation.

> I guess I've got a much busier day ahead of me than I thought. Anyway, it's about time I put some clothes on.

Sophia strode over to her less sluttier wardrobe and opened it, determined not to let anything else get in the way of her getting dressed. She rummaged through the options available to her, many of which she'd never worn before, and ruled out any sweaters and her work blouses first of all. If she was going out with her beloved, she wanted to at least try and not appear like a total prude. She also cast aside the ones ordered to fit a much bigger bust size too, which all seemed pretty useless now that her breasts no longer swelled up with milk.

That didn't leave much she was comfortable with wearing out though, especially around Alan’s leery friends. Lena had bought this stuff to put Sophia’s body on open display. It was all low cuts, high hemlines and figure-hugging tightness. There wasn’t much of anything that showed close to a tasteful amount of skin. After fretting back and forth for several minutes, she reluctantly decided on a solid grey tank top to wear. It had a much more daring neckline than Sophia would have ever wished to wear in private, let alone public, but there simply weren't better options available.

As she pulled the garment from its hanger, her eyes gravitated towards the safe, comfortable sweaters still hanging up, longing to hide her body away beneath those thick fabrics. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t take the easy way out though, and so she shut the door over to hide them from her sight. She might have worn the same off-shoulder top she did for the night at the Acre, but there was no time to wash it now and it brought back uncomfortable memories of being groped. She’d have to settle for the tank top. It was at least plain enough not to seem like she was purposely drawing attention to her chest. She was just going to have to accept there would be gazes going down her top.

> I really need to buy some tops myself so I’m not relying on what Lena got me.

Most of her bras were also now either too big or too small, but she managed to find one that was completely covered up by her tank top at least. Having her underwear visible was one of those things Sophia tried to avoid at all cost. Her bottoms were the same familiar ones she'd always worn as well. Given the choice between jeans and leggings, she chose the latter. She wanted to be as comfortable as possible to get through today.

Finally dressed, she moved to apply her makeup in front of the Vanity. Her muscle memory betrayed her however, and her heavy breasts brushed across the surface as she sat down, sending her cosmetics scattering to the floor.

> Oh, Sophia you ditz- Oh!

Sophia squeezed her thighs together tight as a jolt of pleasure darted down her spine and between her legs.

> A-Again?! What is going on with me today?

She blushed as she slid from her seat and knelt to the ground to retrieve the fallen items. Something definitely felt a little off to her this morning. Why was her body acting so strangely every time her breasts got in the way of doing something? This wasn't some weird repressed, perverted thrill rising to the surface she hoped.

She finished gathering everything up and sat back down to apply her makeup. She didn't intend to put a heavy amount on but she had to make an effort for her love. It was as she was applying her makeup that the next unexpected sensation occurred, this time of a much more invasive nature.

“Ah! Wha- whe- w-wh-!?”

Sophia felt hands roughly groping her breasts, throwing her into sudden panic and fear. For a split second she thought someone had broken in to **** her, grabbing heavy handfuls of her boobs as they launched their attack. She let out a cry and instinctively pushed back against the intruder. Her chair caught nothing but empty space however, and she only narrowly managed to swerve and avoid crashing into the floor. Sophia spun to scan the room in utter confusion. There was no one there to lay their hands on her, and yet she could still feel fingers prodding and probing at her chest.

> Wh-what is going on?! Why am I- Oh!… It's Heather! It's just Heather!

All at once, every muscle in Sophia's body relaxed in a collective sigh of relief as she realised what was happening. She wasn't in danger. It was the special connection she now had with her best friend that she was feeling. The Boob-Link had completely slipped her mind with the girl out of sight, on the other side of the city no less. Jack really meant it when he said there was no range limit.

> So… Heather's awake then… She must be panicking.

Sophia couldn’t blame her. She’d panicked herself when she first woke up looking like she’d come out of the world’s most absurd breast op, and she’d known where they came from. Heather had no memories of her time on Bimbo or Billionaire. From her perspective, she’d gone for a nap and woke up with her body completely transformed out of nowhere. Sophia couldn’t imagine how terrifying that was.

The tale of Heather’s discovery of her swollen breasts was told in the sensations Sophia felt in hers. Heather was lifting and squeezing her new additions, no doubt in disbelief that they were really there. A sharp pain, causing Sophia to flinch, was likely a pinch to confirm that she wasn’t dreaming. She had to sit back on her bed and brace to endure the uncomfortable ribbing of the phantom fingers. There was little in the way of pleasant sensations coming through. Heather was likely too desensitised by shock to notice her newfound sensitivity.

For a second the sensations stopped and Sophia dared to hope they’d come to an end. Then without any warning she felt an overwhelming urge to take off her top. No, not an urge, but a need. She needed to take her top off and her body moved to comply without a mote of resistance. Only when it was completely off and resting on her lap did Sophia realise what she’d done. She immediately tried to put it back on, but any attempt to do so seemed to slide off some mental barrier against the idea of covering up. A moment later she felt the same need to remove her bra. She brought her hands up to unclasp it without a thought and set it off to the side, thankful at least to still be in her own private bubble.

There was no other explanation. This had to be the other effect of the Boob-Link. Clearly Heather must have stripped off to get a better view of her chest, forcing her friend to strip off on the spot with her. Sophia wouldn’t be able to put her clothes back on until the other girl did.

> Please, Heather! I don’t have time for this. I need to get ready.

Heather had no way of knowing what effect she was having on her friend though, and a moment later Sophia felt the phantom hands return to her breasts as Heather started to re-examine them now in the nude. Sophia didn’t have time to wait for her to satisfy her curiosity though. She’d wasted enough of it already that morning and she was going to run late at this rate. She did her best to ignore the prodding and rubbing of her breasts as she returned to the vanity to continue applying her makeup. This proved to be an increasingly difficult task however. As Heather’s shock started to wear off, the sensitivity of her breasts began to return and the uncomfortable probing slowly became a distracting caress. Sophia’s hand forcefully slipped while applying her lipstick when Heather surprised her with an experimental pinch of her nipples.

> Please, Heather, this isn’t the time for that!

Almost as though her pleas reached Heather this time around, the sensations came to a rapid stop. Sophia breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what had caught her friend’s attention to pull her hands from her chest, but she didn’t waste the opportunity for some uninterrupted focus on her routine. She had embroiled herself back in her makeup for almost a minute before she noticed another strange sensation gnawing at her attention, and she instinctively knew it meant Heather was trying to cover up. The restriction went both ways, meaning the girl could make no effort to do so unless Sophia complied.

> Wait, did someone walk in on her? Is that why she stopped? Oh my God, I’m so sorry Heather! I wasn’t thinking!

Sophia dropped everything and scrambled for her bra and top, picturing her friend **** to stand exposed in front of whoever found her in that state. The mental barrier against putting her bra on collapsed before her efforts now that Heather was trying to do the same. Once it was back in place she went straight for her tank top, only stopping for breath once she was back in a completely dignified state. Her heart thudded with second-hand embarrassment for her friend. She didn’t know what situation Heather was in, but what else could explain her sudden drive to get dressed? She lived with three other men. One of them must have walked in on her.

Sophia hung about to see if she would receive any further sign of life from her friend, but the phantom sensations never came back. After a couple of minutes she figured it was safe to get back to her own business. There was nothing more that she could do for her friend now that she’d let the girl get dressed. She decided not to return to her vanity though. She’d tried enough times now to get her makeup done and what she’d gotten through was good enough. She was in a state she felt as comfortable as she could be to go out in. That gave her a few minutes to relax and steady herself before she headed off.

> Time for a selfie!

Apart from the embarrassing ones her ‘other self’ had sent to Lena, Sophia hadn’t taken any pictures of herself since the start of the show. Now was as good a time as any to get back into routine to set herself up for a normal day. She grabbed her phone and held it up at arms length just above her shoulders as she pressed the camera app.

As her face showed up on the screen she felt a niggling insidious urge to show off her body, like an incessant itch at the back of her mind, and Sophia mindlessly succumbed to the need to scratch it. Without thinking she leaned forward, giving the camera a clear view of her ample cleavage revealed by her top’s uncomfortably deep neckline. Her free hand rose and rested on one breast, almost like a suggestive invitation to stare down into the valley. Finally she pursed her lips into the slightest indication of a kiss. Her itch scratched, she immediately uploaded it to LinkU, her university’s social media app, along with the caption ‘Up and ready for a very productive day off’.

It was only as Sophia glimpsed the picture uploaded on her wall that she thought about what she was doing, and realised how racy such an image was to be coming from her. She’d been trying so hard all week to keep word of her implants from spreading, and now she’d just posted a revealing picture of them out to the entire university like it was nothing. It never even crossed her mind not to do it. And now looking at it on her profile, she couldn’t bring herself to delete it. Her chest tightened as she realised she’d unwittingly trodden right into another compulsion.

This was clearly the result of her Picture Perfect alteration, but it wasn’t like any of the other compulsions she’d felt. Unlike the guilt-fuelled sledgehammer that was her Happy to Help compulsion or the relentless tide that was her… ‘breast pillows’ alteration, this was like a quiet nudge to show herself off while the camera was trained on her, so subtle she didn’t even recognise it as one. Sophia didn’t realise there were so many different forms a compulsion could take. How would she ever be able to fight them off successfully when they all worked so differently?

Sophia looked back again at the picture she’d uploaded with cheeks swiftly reddening. It was so mortally embarrassing for her to have a photo of her like this on her social media. All this time she’d been carefully curating what she’d published to downplay her sexual appeal as much as possible, ashamed of the signals even the slightest slipup would send out. This single picture flew completely in the face of all that effort. Her face burned at the thought that it was out there now for anyone to see, that any man who wanted it would have free access to the sight of her suggestively baring her cleavage to them.

Her only slight consolation was that LinkU wasn’t a global social media platform, but the emphasis there was on ‘slight’ when you considered its actual purview. LinkU was the university’s official social media app developed as a collaboration between the social studies and software engineering departments. A lot of its features were only available to students and faculty, but anyone within the city’s bounds was able to download and use its basic features. Pretty much anyone she knew or ran into in the street had access to anything she posted on there.

And Sophia posted a lot on that app. She was one of its big promoters as a social media platform and regularly posted personal updates and selfies throughout the week. She hadn’t done any of that since being on the show, but that wasn’t really an option any more, was it? She couldn’t exactly stop uploading selfies just because they came out a bit more slutty than she would have liked. That was like refusing to sit down at work just because she knew she’d end up in a student’s lap. The thought of it was completely ridiculous. She couldn’t break her own routines just to avoid triggering her compulsions. That just wasn’t an option. No. Rather, she’d have to be ready when she did take pictures of herself, to resist the urge to show off her body. Because once she’d taken them those pictures were going online. And once they were, they were never coming off again.

Sophia watched mortified as the views were already starting to trickle in, creeping over the triple digits. Sophia’s presence on the app had built her quite the following to promote the good things the university was doing, but now that popularity was working against her. Tens of thousands of people were going to see her leaning in to proudly show them her newly enhanced breasts and there was nothing she could do about it. All that effort cultivating an online presence independent from her curves was about to go up in smoke. Sophia couldn’t tear her eyes from the view count as it continued to grow faster and faster. Every increment was one more person seeing her flaunt herself like a slut…

Sophia’s **** stare was thankfully interrupted by the buzzing of her phone indicating an incoming call. Sophia readily turned her focus to it, especially upon seeing the name on the caller ID. Of all the calls she’d taken this morning, this was the most important. She took a breath to centre herself and tried to act like she didn’t know what the call was about.

“Hi Heather.”

“Sophia! Some- Something’s happened.”

With the urgency clear in Heather’s voice, Sophia allowed some of her concern to shine through.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“I- It’s my- Y-you’re not going to believe me. I need to show you. Are you free for me to come over?”

“I, uh-”

Sophia mentally kicked herself. She knew she needed to set some time aside to be there for Heather when she woke up, so why had she made so many plans for today? She had no problem cancelling them of course. This was much more important than anything else she had going on. Before she got to answering though, Heather sensed her hesitation and stopped her.

“No, no! It’s okay! Don’t cancel your plans. I- I need some time to process this anyway. Is it- Do you mind if I stay over at yours tonight?”

“Of course you can, Heather. Um, Lena’s going to be over this evening, and Alan will be staying the night. Is that going to be a problem?”

“Uh, Um…”

“You can stay in the spare room if you don’t want them to see you. I’ll tell them you’re sick.”

It was clear Heather hadn’t completely overcome the shock from the big change she’d undergone, so Sophia did her best to guide the conversation.

“Y-yes, please!”

“Do you need me to come pick you up?”

“No, no. Uh, Terry will bring me over. I, um- What time is Lena getting there?”

“About eight she said.”

“Can I come over around seven then?”

“Not a problem Heather!”

“R-right, then… I guess I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you at seven, and… whatever you’re going through, we’ll get through it together, alright?”

“Yeah, thanks Sophia.”

Sophia let out a sigh of relief as Heather hung up, glad to have at least made some progress towards keeping her promise. Her high was short-lived however, as her phone automatically returned to the embarrassing picture she’d uploaded. At this point there were now well over a thousand views and a dozen or so comments accompanying it. Sophia knew she shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t help herself from scrolling down to read them.

‘Kathleen Gillhook: Love to see you posting here again! Was worried something happened xxx’

The first comment at least was heart-warming, reminding Sophia that despite this embarrassing mishap she was still loved by the community. She quickly shot off a reply saying she was okay and she’d just been too busy to post for the last few days.

Some of the other comments weren’t so sweet though and were more in line with what Sophia had been expecting to see.

‘Wow, so the rumours were true. I need to get myself down to student services’

‘Luis Dean: OF tease? Hit me up, I’ll be your highest subscriber’

‘Damn. Nice tatas. You’d look so hot if you grew your hair out’

The app gave the option to post comments anonymously, so Sophia had no way of knowing who most of them were from. Outright harassment would get an account banned, but the uni was pretty liberal with what it would allow people to say so most of these remarks skirted the line of what was acceptable. Sophia blocked the ones she didn’t want to see regardless even though she knew there would soon be more to take their place. A couple though were so explicit that Sophia had to report them and wish that she'd never read them. None of them got to her as much, however, as one that she read down near the bottom.

‘They really look as good as they feel. Was fun running into you at the Acre the other night. I know you enjoyed it too. Drop by if you fancy another go.’

It took Sophia a moment to process what the message was talking about. Another go at what? Good as they felt?-… It suddenly hit her who this person was as her eyes shot wide open. This was the man who had groped her back at the Fifth Acre on Tuesday night! The man who’d been affected by her Cupcakes alteration. He knew who she was! How was that possible?! Was it someone she knew, or did they recognise her after randomly coming across her on LinkU? Panic began to rise in Sophia's chest at what that meant for her.

> ‘Drop by if you fancy another go’? Tha- That’s not a threat, is it? It’s an... invitation? He thinks I want to do that again?! ‘I know you enjoyed it too’? Oh God, he means…

It was true that her body had responded to his touch back then, but none of that was her fault. It was the show that made her breasts so overly sensitive. She’d tried her best to suppress the charge building in her body that night, but she couldn't help being **** to the very brink of orgasm before the man was driven away by Heather’s arrival. Was that what he’d meant by that? Could he tell that Sophia’s body had been on the verge of buckling to his ministrations? Did he really think she was the kind of perv that enjoyed faceless strangers groping her in the corner of a shady bar?!

Sophia blushed as she quickly blocked the comment, unable to handle the sight of it anymore. How was it that someone had admitted to molesting her and she was the one coming away feeling ashamed? It didn’t seem like he was a stalker at least, but who exactly was he? He had to be a regular at the Acre if he expected to see her back there, and that worried Sophia. Would he be there the next time the girls went out, wondering if she was there to let him have his way with her again?

She didn’t want to think about it anymore. Sophia had enough to concern herself with today. She quickly switched off her phone, gathered her things and made for the door. It was as she was locking up that she was given something else to think about.

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

The sudden scare from the synthetic voice ringing out inside her head was enough to make Sophia drop her keys. She knelt down and started blindly fumbling around for them, unable to see her feet for the large bumps protruding out in front of her. This time she managed to catch the moan as the pleasant wave crashed through her body, still with no idea what was causing it. As her fingers finally grazed their prize Sophia was sure she heard the door to another flat opening. She quickly snatched them up and made for the stairs before any of her neighbours could see her like this, giving thought to her newest challenge as she went.

> M-my intimacy training?! Of course those pervs would want me to do that… I guess it is important I keep it up, even with all this gross stuff happening to me. It is for Alan, after all… But forty-five minutes? I’ll have to do it around six before Heather gets here. I won’t have any other time today.

It seemed Sophia wasn’t going to have a minute to spare at all today, rushing from engagement to engagement. She’d hoped she’d have a little more time to relax before she was thrown back to the studio but it seemed that was asking too much. That was fine though. Seeing her friends and fighting back against what the show was doing to her was way more important than sitting around sipping tea.

The trip to the car park was thankfully quiet, allowing Sophia to slip into her car without running into anyone. Back in the driver’s seat, she was reminded of how she’d woken up during her last intermission with those horrifyingly gargantuan breasts. She was so glad that she’d never have to go through that again. It made her really appreciate that no matter how bleak things looked, they could always be worse.

Sophia was doing her final checks before setting off when she heard her phone buzzing again. Curiously she retrieved it from her handbag and saw it was Alan trying to contact her. She wondered what it could be that it couldn’t wait half an hour for the meetup time. She had a bad feeling about it.

“Morning, my love. Is everything alright?”

“Hey princess. I’ve got some bad news, I’m afraid. There’s been a bit of a screwup at work. We’ve lost some very important files so we’re having to scramble to replace them to get them off to the client. I’m sorry, love. I won’t be able to make it today.”

“Alan…”

Sophia couldn’t help feeling a little upset at the news. Alan didn’t usually work Saturdays, but as the project lead he had to go in that morning for a last minute review and to send it off to the client. He said it would only take an hour at most.

“I know. I did make a promise to you. I’m really sorry, princess. The boss is giving me Monday off and an extra day’s holiday though so I will definitely make it up to you. You can still go see the guys though. I’m sure you’ll still have fun.”

“I don’t know, Alan. I’m not comfortable around them without you there.”

“You just need to give them a chance, babe. I promise you they’ll surprise you. If you really find that you can’t get on with them, I won’t press the issue, but you need to at least try to make a connection. Would you do this for me?”

“A-Alright, I’ll do it.”

Sophia barely had time to try and stop the words from coming out but she wasn't fast enough. She chided herself under her breath. This time she knew what to expect and yet she still wasn’t ready for it. How many times was she going to let these compulsions control her without even a shred of resistance? Now she had no hopes of taking it back. For the man she loved most in all the world, the guilt she felt towards turning him down would be unassailable.

“Thank you darling. I’ll still be coming over tonight though. Lena tells me you two have quite the surprise planned for me but she’s being unusually tight-lipped. It’s got me intrigued.”

“Um, y-yeah. That’s right.”

“Not going to spill it either, are you? Haha, well I’ll be looking forward to it all day while everyone’s running around over here like headless chickens. Anyway, I better get back to it. I’ll see you soon, princess.”

“Yeah, see you soon.”

Sophia’s final words were dour as she hung up. This was not a change of plans she was happy with. She’d been relying on Alan to act as a wall to minimise her interactions with his friends. Now she would have to deal with them alone.

> Why am I being such a bitch. I haven’t even given them a chance. Alan went through all that effort to get to know my friends and I can’t even return the favour. What a selfish girlfriend I am.

It was hard to know how much of the guilt stemmed from the compulsion and how much was her own feelings. She did always feel a little bad that she could never put in as much work as Alan did. Maybe she really just needed to give his friends a chance, as much as the thought of it gave her goose bumps. It was the least she could do for her love.

As if waiting on cue for her to give in to the compulsion, Sophia felt a familiar sluggishness as time grinded to a halt and she was pulled away into her own mind.

Happy to Help advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Public Servant] - If someone refuses Sophia's help, she will becomes more and more **** to get them to still accept her help, even if it's not the original request, for 5 mins or until help is accepted - [SIREN]

[Devotee] - Whenever Sophia's romantic partner makes a joke request, Sophia will never ask for confirmation that he really wants her to do it

[Second Class] - Sophia is unable to meet the eyes of those she perceives to have higher authority or social standing than herself

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

So Happy to Help gained a level already? I guess that's not surprising with how much I already triggered it. I never expected the urge to be so strong when Alan asked me to do something, though. I couldn't even think about saying no. I should definitely take advantage of that if I get the chance. Alan's not likely to make any truly obscene requests, but if I could just trick him into asking me to cheat on him, hm... That second option definitely seems like a good step towards that. If I can just find a mod in the future that makes him joke about me fucking his friends... oh, that would be so perfect. Let me think about the other options though.

That first option seems like a fun one too. It's got that sexy Siren trap attached to it. Unfortunately it doesn't guarantee that I'll wake up for the next level-up if I chose it while inverted, but it does mean all those pervs will know just how **** I am to assist them. Who knows what dirty things they can get this dumb little bimbo into agreeing to. But... seeing as we're still at level one, I can't imagine the effect is as strong as I would like. I doubt those pervs will be talking me into getting their rocks off any time soon, but maybe I'm wrong.

Option three is just perfect too. It would go such a long way into helping me realise my proper place. And it will only grow more and more potent once I start to accept that all men are above me. I wonder how timid and broken I'll feel, unable to even meet the eye of my beloved Alan. Ooh...

All three of these have a lot of potential this time around. They'll all work so well with mods I might get in the future. But I think I have to go with my first instinct on this one. The absolute devastation I will feel if my beloved jokes about me getting with another man, and me being completely unable to get him to take it back... It will take some work to get there, but I think the payoff is too good to pass up.

Option 2 selected.

Whenever Sophia's romantic partner makes a joke request, Sophia will never ask for confirmation that he really wants her to do it.

Sophia almost felt dizzy as she returned to the real world. It was such a strange sensation to be inverted. Her head was a little fuzzy on the details of what she'd been thinking, but she still remembered the outcome of it. Her perverted, traitorous self was banking on Alan making some nasty jokes about her, but she knew in her heart that would never happen. Her beloved was too pure to even think about himself doing such perverted things with her, never mind talk about other men doing it. She'd gotten off easy this time. There was no way this mod would ever affect her, and so, there was no sense in dwelling on it any longer.

With a heavy sigh Sophia set her car into gear and set off to meet with the guys.

==Author's Notes==

Thanks for reading everyone. Not much action in this chapter, but it sets up for everything that's going to happen in this intermission so I hope you're all looking forward to that. There's still time to post your suggestions for traps and additions to this round's challenge. The amendments will be chosen when Sophia gets round to attempting the challenge in about 3-4 chapters time. If you enjoy how the story is progressing, be sure to leave a like. It really motivates me to write knowing people enjoy what I put out.