Intermission: Private Show, part I

For the third time that evening Sophia’s doorbell rang. With agonising restlessness her legs carried her to the front door to let her friend in. Heather had moved her bags from the hallway and retired to the spare room with another bottle of wine to keep her occupied. The high from the bonding ritual had long since worn off for the girl, and she wasn’t yet ready to endure Lena seeing her with her new bosom.

“Fifi! Hello!”

The door almost flew open the moment Sophia held it ajar as her vivacious friend bounded inside. Surprised by the sudden closeness, her will immediately crumpled to the urge to greet the girl with a kiss. Against her control she watched as her body stepped in and craned up onto her toes to meet the lips of the taller girl. Lena offered no resistance, dropping her bags and leaning in to return the kiss like this was the most natural way for them to greet each other. Perhaps in her mind it was.

> That’s right. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just… being friendly.

The girls continued to get even friendlier as the weight of Lena leaning over her pushed Sophia back against the wall. Their bodies squished tightly against each other, Sophia’s bosom yielding to the other girl’s smaller firmer tits. Lena’s hands were on Sophia’s hips, and her eyes were gently closed as she sunk fully into the embrace. She took the lead completely, locking lips over and over in a captivating rhythm as her hands caressed Sophia’s waist. It was immediately evident the girl had a lot of experience in making out.

Sophia had never kissed a woman before. There were nights that nearly pushed her into it, drunken games and dares from her friends to give it a try, but she always squirmed her way out of those times. She couldn’t trust herself not to let it change things, to continue seeing her friends without remembering how their lips had entwined and their slender bodies had peeled against each other. It was crazy to think that this would have once been a huge deal for her. Now it was just another boundary the show casually tossed aside. Here she was with one of her closest friends, sharing a deep, intimate kiss like it was nothing, just one of the less startling ‘first times’ she’d been put through that week.

> …No… Don’t go numb to this… Fight against every change they make to my life…

The voice of objection was so small in her head, and if she was honest with herself, she wanted it to stop. It was so exhausting being ashamed of every little thing she did these days. Would it be so bad to let this slide, to accept it as a new, innocent form of affection between friends who loved each other so much?

The voice refused to yield though. Sophia couldn’t bring herself to relax in her friend’s arms. The seconds continued to tick by towards the moment that she could end the embrace, though she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to push her friend away. Perhaps she could endure it a little longer to see if the girl would break away on her own. In the meantime she continued to follow Lena’s lead as the girl pressed their lips tightly together.

Warm Welcomes advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

Critical Hit triggered - Upgrading selection to level 2…

[Molester] - Sophia feels an urge to give either the breasts or butt of those she embraces a thorough squeeze

[Molestee] - Once per week, Sophia gains a temporary modification as determined by the subconscious desire of a random person she embraces [Mod level scales with level of Warm Welcomes]

[Temptress] - The body of people embraced by Sophia temporarily becomes as sensitive as hers

…W-wait, another one? These levels are coming way too fast. Ugh… I should stop being so surprised. Those people are never going to stop changing me until the day I marry Alan. This is so exhausting… but that voice was right. I can’t just go numb and accept whatever is thrust on me. I need to keep working to choose the lesser of all these evils. Think, think…

Oh God, I can’t choose option one. It’s so gross! Being **** to grope people like some pervert?! What will Lena say when I get out of this and grab her bum?! Ugh, it makes me sick to think about behaving that way. No, I won’t consider it no matter what.

The third option is so embarrassing too. This show has made my boobs so sensitive. I don’t want to inflict that on anyone else, even temporarily. It’s gonna be so awkward, pressing our tits together and squirming in each other’s arms.

But option two is so foreboding. A random mod? That could be anything! What if it triggers when some pervert hugs me?! And turns me into the object of their filthy fantasies?! No, there’s too many ways that could go horribly wrong. I can’t choose it, but…

…but that only leaves me option three. It’s so awful, but I think it's the best option here. I’m so sorry, Lena. Please don’t let this bother you…

Option 3 selected.

The body of people embraced by Sophia temporarily becomes as sensitive as hers

Cascade triggered - Generating new selection at level 1…

[Molester] - Sophia's saliva is a mild aphrodisiac for others

[Make-out Artist] - Sophia’s skin is more sensitive to physical contact by other women - [BLOOM]

[Temptress] - Sophia will always arch her back and thrust her breasts out while greeting someone - [NORMALITY]

Inversion - triggering Sapphire personality

Another level up! Today might be my best day yet... Well I guess I was only really ‘born’ today but… Anyway, these options all sound so good, almost like a ticket to a private carnival. Sophia makes such weak choices, like that last one that didn’t change anything in our lives. What I would give to have us squeeze Lena’s ass right now. Such a hot bitch. I hope she joins us on the show some time. Alright, let’s go through what they’re serving me up this time.

My spit becoming an aphrodisiac? Mmm, that sounds promising. Imagine the hard cocks and dripping pussies of every person I meet. You just know they’re holding themselves back from bending me down on a table then and there! I like this one. Sweet, dense, instant tension. But let’s consider the others. I don't want to just go straight for the first option I see.

‘Skin more sensitive to women’s touch’ sounds tempting, but that ‘only women’ part is such a letdown. If it had said ‘from both sexes’, it would be so much more tempting. I want it to apply to everyone. I want any touch against my body to send me crashing helplessly into orgasm.

And finally, the chest thrusting. This one has a normality trap too. Ah, picture that. I step forward, smiling, ready to hug and make out, and the first thing they see are my tits, like two big marketing billboards. ‘This is us!’ People won’t realise anything was off. That’s just how we normally greet people after all. Even Sophia will give in and stop fighting it eventually, and once she does she’ll forget there was ever a world where we didn't make it clear to everyone we meet: ‘Look at my massive, heaving jugs. They’re the only part of me that matters.’

Option 3 selected.

Sophia will always arch her back and thrust her breasts out while greeting someone

NORMALITY trap triggered. Other individuals will perceive the effects of the chosen modification as natural. Compulsion effect of the modification is removed but Sophia will experience discord with reality to oppose it.

“Mmm!”

Lena noticed the sensitivity almost immediately, lightly moaning into Sophia’s mouth. On reflex her body pressed tighter against her friend’s, lewdly grinding their tits against each other to draw out the feeling. Sophia flushed but she couldn’t bring herself to push her friend away, nor could she pull back any further into the wall to escape. All she could do was hold the kiss as Lena’s nipples laid a canyon across her skin.

Though it felt like an eternity, it was only a few seconds before Lena’s head caught up with the sensations. It was enough to finally break her out of it. She opened her eyes and pulled away from her friend, affectionately leaving her hands on Sophia’s hips. Her expression told Sophia she didn’t see anything strange about what had just happened.

“I hope you’re ready for the big fashion show. We’re gonna make this one hell of a sexy night for Alan!”

“Ah… Y-Yeah.”

“I brought over a bunch of potential outfits to dress up in. We’ll have to get everything planned out ready. Oh, I know you’re going to chew me out for this but like I said on the phone, I bought you some more outfits as well.”

“Lena! You really shouldn’t have.”

“I know, but I can’t help myself. I’m so invested in you right now. I want to see my innocent caterpillar morph into a truly sensual butterfly. Any time I see something that’ll look hot on you I just have to buy it! Speaking of your transformation, you know what you have to do!”

“Huh? I don’t-”

Sophia didn’t realise what her friend was talking about until the girl grabbed hold of her hands and planted them on her boobs.

“Wait, come on Lena, I-”

“I told you. We’re gonna repeat this mantra every time I see you until I know you believe it with your heart and soul. Now come on, top up! Get those hands moving. I want you to really focus on internalising the words this time. You know I’m gonna make you say it again three times over if it's not convincing enough.”

“I-... B-But-... O-Okay.”

Sophia didn’t have a choice but to comply. Lena was never going to drop it otherwise. The girl pulled her tee up, exposing her tits, and planted her hands snugly upon them, starting them moving in opposite circles. It felt just as awful as it usually did, like Sophia was willingly humiliating herself, but that was simply the bed she’d laid out for herself.

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

> …‘B-big juicy melons’?! A-Again?! Why did I say that? I know it’s not a modification. Why is my brain making me say these things?!

“Wow, Fifi! You’re really starting to own them! I’ve never heard language like that from you. You’re damn right though! They’ve got to be the biggest, juiciest melons around! And by the end we’ll make sure everyone knows it! Anyway, good job with the mantra. A little shaky towards the end but I’ll let you off this time. I’m expecting you to own your boobs even more with every mantra though, okay? I want sexier, dirtier, sluttier names for them every time you say it. Let’s demolish any shame you feel towards your body.”

> …Sexier, dirtier, sluttier names… every time I say my mantra…

Sophia shook her head to regain her focus but couldn’t respond, too embarrassed by what she had done.

“Alright, let’s not waste any time. We’ve got a show to prepare for and everything needs to be perfect by the time Alan gets here.”

They started with the bags, lugging them through to Sophia’s bedroom for the time being. They were surprisingly heavy, definitely containing more clothes than the girls could hope to wear in one night. As they passed by the spare room Lena stopped to knock on the door, calling out to the girl on the other side.

“Hi Heather! Hope we’re not too loud for you this evening. Get well soon, okay? Get plenty of rest and water!”

“...Oh, uh, hi Lena. Thank you! Will do!”

“Poor girl. Hope she feels better by- Oh, had a drink to loosen up, have you?”

Sophia followed Lena’s gaze to the wine glass and empty bottle she’d left out on the side unit.

“Oh, uh, I guess.”

It wasn’t exactly true but she couldn’t admit to having a drink with Heather when the girl was supposed to be sick. It wasn’t exactly a lie either though. She did feel a little loose right now. Perhaps she’d had more than she should have.

“This is going to be such an amazing night. I can just tell. Anyway, we totally need to make a catwalk to strut our stuff on tonight. Help me out with that, Fifi.”

“Sure.”

Following Lena’s lead, Sophia dropped her friend’s bags off in her room then began arranging the living room ready for the show, first pulling the sofas back to make space then helping to bring the low table through from the snug. It was sturdy enough for both girls to stand on, ideal to use as a stage. Lena seemed satisfied to stop it there but it wasn’t enough for Sophia. Her friend had requested a catwalk and she had agreed to provide it.

Driven by the compulsion Sophia went rummaging around, searching for anything that could be used as a platform to walk along. Decorative units had their ornaments stripped from them and were flipped onto their front. Anything that could handle their weight was requisitioned to be used as a walkway. Lena was surprised but impressed by her friend’s enthusiasm. Before long they had a line of raised boards leading from the bedroom to the ‘stage’ in the middle of the lounge, covered up with blankets to even it out and soften the surface for their feet.

“Wow! This looks amazing,” Lena said as she tested out their makeshift catwalk. “Oh, watch out for that little bump there, but the rest is so smooth and sturdy. I think we could walk this in heels. Alan’s going to be blown away by all this!”

They finished setting the scene with some candles and mood lighting before Lena brought Sophia through to the bedroom to start going through their outfits. Sophia followed her lead, unzipping the bags to help her lay the clothes on the bed before Lena placed a hand on hers to stop her.

“Hold on, Fifi. Before we continue, I want to make sure you’re really okay with all this. Dressing up to show off your body and… me putting on a show for your boyfriend. You sure you won’t get jealous? The last thing I want is to put up nasty vibes between us. I can sit this one out if you want, you know. I know we’re trying to unlock your sensual self but now is the time to tell me if it’s all too much.”

“I…”

It wasn’t like Sophia had any choice in the matter. The compulsion was too strong now to even express not wanting to fulfil her friend’s earlier request. She liked to think jealousy had no part in it though. She barely had an interest in sex, certainly not enough to tame Alan’s sexual needs as a man. Lena was a beautiful woman. Why should it bother her that he recognised that she was attractive?

“I’ll put on a slutty fashion show with you.”

It was all she could say. She’d promised to help Lena put on a slutty fashion show. It wasn’t on her to express any doubts over what they were doing. She’d had more than enough time that day to accept the inevitability of it. Lena smiled and squeezed her hand as they met eye to eye.

“That’s my sexy babe. I can tell you’re really trying to push yourself. I’ll respect your wishes then. I’ll be the nudge you need to show your beau a sexier side to you. We’ll start out easy for you, then we’ll keep cranking up the heat all night. I’ve got a few ideas already actually. Here, take a look!”

Bouncing with excitement Lena began laying out the clothes she brought with her on the bed. Prepared as she thought she was, Sophia couldn’t help but blush at some of the things her friend expected her to wear; sheer veils of fabric, tiny scraps of underwear, garments that dressed her up like some pretty doll for people to gawk at. Not all of it was for her though. For each sultry outfit there was often a matching set with a smaller bust for Lena to wear. Some of those she paired with outfits from Sophia’s slutty wardrobe. It seemed she’d put a lot of thought into how things were going to go down tonight.

“I know I said we’d start off easy, but I really think we need to start the night off with a bang, surprise Alan with something that he’ll just know right away this’ll be one of the best nights of his life. What d’ya think of this?”

Lena slowed down from her whirlwind of activity, giving Sophia a chance to catch up with what was happening. In her hands she held a garment with some kind of fluffy white ball attached, along with a headband with two rabbit ears jutting out. It wasn’t something Sophia was proud to recognise, but it was impossible not to know the iconic ensemble.

“A-A playboy bunny?!”

“Well, close enough. You know, these are apparently pretty popular in Japan. I heard that from one of my past flings who got it for me. It’s so cute, I couldn’t resist getting one for you too. You absolutely strike me as a bunny sort of girl. Well, you make a sexy cow as well but we’ll come back to that one later.”

“Lena, stop.”

Sophia couldn’t help blushing as the memory of that came back to her.

“Hehe, c’mon. I’ll be wearing one too. What’ve you got to be embarrassed about? Think of the look on Alan’s face when two sexy bunnies greet him at the door.”

“Mmm…”

It was true that only Lena and Alan would see her in it. And she did want to be able to show her fiancé more of her. Looking around at the other things laid out on the bed as well it was far from the worst thing Lena could have given her.

“I… Alright.”

“Great! C’mon, shot it on. Let’s see if it fits. Here, I’ll put mine on too.”

Lena tossed the costume over onto the bed in front of her and began stripping out of her clothes. She’d never been the least bit shy about getting changed in front of the other girls. Awkward to just stand there and watch, Sophia moved around the far side of the bed and began stripping herself. Midway through changing Lena looked over with a wide smile like something had occurred to her.

“So, I heard from Farah you needed new names to give to the girls. Well, she certainly knows the right woman to ask. I’ll tell you all the hottest names to get the guys excited.”

> Huh? What is she talking abou-... No, I shouldn’t think about it…

“To start with, guys love it when you call them jugs, especially when they’re filling out a bra or bikini. I dunno why. It drives them wild. So definitely try that. Then, when you see you've got their dick rock hard for you, slip in something really filthy like Cock Warmers or something. You'll have them ready to blow their load right there! I mean, it works for me and I’ve got nothing up there to rub together. Oh, you’re really into that, aren’t you Fifi? The whole ‘dick between your boobs’ thing? Alright, we need some really hot names for when you’re talking about titty fucking. Cock warmers, fuck pillows… oh, fun bags is a good one! So playful and flirty. Here’s a tip too. Women don’t usually get the big O from tit fucking, but men don’t know that. Be sure to always say how fucking good a cock feels between your boobs and keep saying how its going to make you cum. Guys explode after that. Trust me.”

> Jugs… Filling a bra or bikini…

> Cock warmers… See a man’s dick is hard for me…

> Cock warmers… Fuck pillows… Fun bags… Talking about tit fucking… keep saying how much it makes me cum…

“You good there, Fifi?”

“Huh? Oh…”

The last thing Sophia knew she’d been taking her pyjama top off. She must have zoned out, because she hadn’t even noticed putting the new outfit on. The suit was clearly not designed for her proportions, having to stretch just to cover her nipples. The jiggling masses spilled out on all sides. They felt like they could fall out with the tiniest move, but the way her tits bulged inside them was almost as embarrassing as a wardrobe malfunction in itself. She would just die if anyone saw her like this.

“So fucking hot, Fifi. I told you you were the queen of sexy-cute! Alright, this one has to go in the album. C’mon, let’s take a picture.”

Lena drew a camera out from somewhere and set it down on the dresser facing them. Swept up by her friend’s fervour, Sophia had no time to object before the girl circled behind her back. Before she could react Lena wrapped her arms around her, pushing her boobs up in a playful gesture. The urge to defend herself never came, overwritten by the compulsion to pose for the camera. One hand went to her hip which she cocked up to the camera and the other behind her head as her lips raised into a smile. As the shutter snapped she could feel her friend leaning in behind her, resting her head on Sophia’s shoulder.

“Say Cheese!”

As soon as the shutter went off Lena raced over to snatch up her phone and take a look. Her face lit up and she turned the screen over to show her friend.

“Oh my God, yes Fifi! It’s so cute. Look!”

As much as Sophia hated to admit it, Lena was right. Subtracting all the embarrassing elements it really was a nice picture of the girls together, one of her better ones even. Picture Perfect really lived up to its name.

“That’s deffos going in the scrapbook! Alright, let’s figure out what we’re going to-”

*Ding-dong*

“What? He’s here already?! We’ve still got so much to sort out though!... Whatever, it’s fine. We’ll come back to this. Let’s go let the lucky boy in.”

“Yeah…”

Sophia was already halfway across the room before Lena started, driven by a need to answer the door. They walked together through the living room to the hall where Sophia prepared to turn the latch to let her boyfriend in.

“Hold on, Fifi! Aren’t you forgetting something? Boobs forward.”

“Oh, right. Sorry!”

Sophia felt silly she needed reminding. How could she have forgotten? She had to push her boobs out every time she greete-

> Hold on… That’s not right!

That was the mod she’d just gotten with her level-up, the one she’d chosen while inverted. She remembered that! It was ridiculous to think she almost thought that was normal…

…And… and yet it was normal. As humiliating as it would be to do, it felt so weird to imagine a world where she didn’t thrust her tits out at every person she met. Her back was aching to arch out like it was locked in her muscle memory. Only a small piece of her mind recognised that something was off.

“That’s, uh… I can’t, Lena. It’s embarrassing.”

“So what?”

Lena’s firm rebuttal caught Sophia off guard.

“You can’t not push your tits out when you greet someone. That would be weird.”

“Oh, uh…”

Her doubts wavered under pressure from her friend. Lena fully expected her to go through with it. Alan would be expecting to see her tits thrust out when she opened the door too. That was all perfectly normal… right?

“Don’t worry about how embarrassing it is, Fifi. That’s what we’re working to overcome! We’re going to keep fighting til you feel no shame to show off that killer rack. Just don’t go breaking the laws of reality in the meantime, okay?”

“Yeah… right.”

It still didn’t sit entirely right with Sophia, but fighting it felt even worse than just going along with it, and the whole world was against her on the matter. It was only for Alan, right? Why go against reality just to avoid showing her beau a little more skin?... She **** herself to smile, thrust her chest out to give her guest a generous eyeful and opened the door.

“Hi Alan! Gorgeous to see you again!”

It was indeed Sophia’s fiancé waiting for them on the far side of the door. She was too frozen in shame to greet him right away but Alan looked similarly stunned as he lay eyes on them both. Always the gentleman, he resisted the pull to cast his eyes for more than a second over the deep valley served up before him, but he seemed especially bashful to have another woman on display beside his beloved. His cute response helped take Sophia’s mind off the position she was in.

“Oh, Lena, hi, good to see you… I see you meant it when you said you were planning something.”

“Keep your pants on, babe. We’re not offering you up a threesome just yet. We’ll leave that door open for another day maybe. Fifi here wanted to put on a very special night for you so she brought me in to be her ‘backup dancer’. So listen up! You’ve just won a trip to the VIP suite, and now the club’s two hottest bitches are here to give you the private show of your dreams. Come on in!”

Lena grabbed Alan’s arm to drag him in past the threshold and shut the door behind him. He came to rest right before Sophia, warmly meeting her gaze. It was so good to be near him again. Just seeing his face was enough to bring a sense of peace to Sophia’s heart, even under the circumstances.

“Princess.”

“My love.”

Alan moved to gently wrap his arms around her but Sophia simply dove straight into them, pressing her mouth to Liam’s lips. If she’d allowed herself to succumb to the Warm Welcomes compulsion with others, she had no right to fight against it with her beloved. Alan stiffened up, completely bewildered by his girlfriend’s uncharacteristic romantic aggression. His hands raised and hovered like he was scared to touch her. He quickly softened though and allowed her tongue to push into his mouth. A French kiss was the natural way for Sophia to greet someone after all, regardless of how anyone felt about it.

She didn’t pull away at the first opportunity; she didn’t want to feel like kissing her beloved was something she was **** to escape from. They continued to trade spit for a while until it felt natural to separate. As she stepped out of her lover’s arms she saw Lena was beaming. Not wanting to hear a retort to make her any more self-conscious she took Alan’s hand and led him away into the other room.

“Wow, you girls did all this for me? I don’t know what to say.”

The state of the living room came as quite the surprise to the boy, with all the furniture pushed back or vanished under blankets to be used for the catwalk. One sofa remained in the middle of the room, set to be within arm’s reach of the makeshift stage, allowing Alan to be an interactive audience to the girls’ performance. She led him over there now, Lena padding in softly behind them. Candles around the side lit the room to a sensual ambience.

Alan went to sit up on the sofa at first, but Lena pushed him back as she went to perch beside him, sitting on her side to tenderly stroke his shoulders. She signalled for her friend to follow her lead and Sophia sheepishly did so, climbing up on the seat to drape herself over Alan’s other side, leaving her boobs hanging openly right beneath his face. He did an admirable job of resisting the pull to stare into them, but it was also clear that he was tense about making contact with Lena.

“C’mon babe, relax. Fifi’s not going to get mad at you. All she wants is for you to enjoy yourself tonight. Right, Fi?”

“She’s right. This isn’t a test. You don’t need to worry about upsetting me. I was the one who asked Lena to do this, so just relax and let go of everything that’s troubling you.”

Alan looked back and forth between the women leaning in to him on either side, his expression incredulous.

“You say that but I don’t think it's that easy.”

Sophia couldn’t help but smile to herself. It was sweet of him to be so hesitant to so much as look at another woman. It was no good though. She had to help Lena put on a slutty fashion show for him, and it wouldn’t work if he was intentionally avoiding looking at one of them. Alan was too scared he would cross a line in enjoying Lena’s presence. Sophia had to show him exactly where that limit was.

“Kiss him, Lena.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“And you, big boy?”

Surprised by the development, Alan turned to his girlfriend with uncertainty. Being asked to kiss his fiancée’s friend while she was dressed like a stripper was not likely something he ever expected from the relationship. It was what Sophia needed to happen for the night to go smoothly though, and so she took his hand to gently squeeze it and mouth him a silent ‘please’.

“Uh, y-yeah…”

With consent received from both sides, Lena lifted a leg and swung it over the boy to straddle his lap in a motion that seemed practiced. Alan pulled back and froze, his tense arms pushing into the sofa on either side. Lena simply leaned in, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull herself in closer until their faces were a hair’s breadth apart.

“Your boyfriend’s cute when he’s nervous.”

Alan opened his mouth to respond but Lena took the chance to dive in for the kiss. Sophia watched as Lena’s head turned and her friend’s lips enveloped her fiancé’s. Alan startled but with one final darting look for reassurance from Sophia he didn’t fight it. All she could do was spectate as Lena began to lead their lips in an elegant, sensual dance. Seeing it now from the outside it was evidently true that she was better at this than Sophia could ever hope to be. Alan had never been kissed like this before.

Sophia’s feelings were complicated. It was true that she had no qualms about Alan feeling sexual attraction to other women. Once or twice she’d even thought about letting him see other women to satisfy his sexual needs. But seeing him lock lips with another girl made something in her heart hurt. Kisses weren’t just a sexual thing; they were an icon of romance too. Alan’s lips were meant only for her, the object of his true love. She knew it was irrational. There was no connection between these two people. She was the one who asked them to do it. She’d kissed Lena herself not too long ago. But as much as she promised herself she wouldn’t feel it, an unmistakable pit of jealousy was slowly swelling in her gut, an urge to take back her beloved’s attention.

And yet that feeling clashed with another Sophia never expected to feel. For perhaps the first time since being **** on the show she actually felt in control. These people weren’t kissing out of lust or desire for each other. They were doing it because she wanted them to, out of love and wanting to see her happy, and she could shut it down at any time. Her objective may have been **** on her, but for once she wasn’t being dragged along on a chain to see it done. She’d chosen to ask Lena to kiss her boyfriend. For the first time in a long time she had agency, and that was so empowering.

But watching the two kiss brought another feeling bubbling to the surface as well. Alan was still holding back for Sophia’s sake but she could tell that he was enjoying himself, and that raised a fuzzy feeling inside. It was nice seeing her beloved so happy. His job as a team lead left him so stressed a lot of the time. He tried to hide it from her but she could just tell. He always gave so much to their relationship and it broke her heart that she couldn’t bring herself to be his in body as well as mind. Seeing him like this resolved her mind. Tonight would be the night she gave him everything. This fashion show… and everything that came after… would all be for him. It didn’t matter how uncomfortable or embarrassing it was, she would follow every direction Lena gave her to make it truly unforgettable for him.

And right then that meant showing Alan it was okay to sink into Lena’s touch. Taking his hand she moved it up to land on Lena’s leg and began guiding it up and down her body. Her thigh, her waist, her back. With every motion she mapped out where it was okay to touch the other girl’s body. She never wanted to touch something intimate, but as her tipsy hand slipped she instinctively pulled away, leaving Alan’s hand planted squarely on Lena’s bum.

> I… I should fix that… right?

Watching it though, she felt no sense of urgency. The damage was already done, the boundary already crossed. Was it really so bad to just let it happen? Just for the night? Tomorrow morning the boundaries would all go back to where they were. She trusted Lena and she trusted Alan. Should she not reward that trust by letting him fly a little bit closer to the sun, just this once? Maybe that was the drink influencing her, or even worse the show, but that was what she’d committed to.

Sophia didn’t track how long the kiss went on for, but Lena finally ended it pulling her lips away.

“Getting a little handsy, aren’t we, big boy?”

“I… I didn’t, uh…”

Alan turned his head to Sophia for help, his hands flying up away from Lena’s body, but the girl broke the tension with a giggle.

“Relax, I’m only teasing. You did nothing wrong. You’re finally getting into it. Now I’m afraid I’ll have to steal your darling away to finish getting ready but she’ll be back with you soon. Fifi, go put the kettle on then join me in the other room.”

With that Lena pushed herself up and sauntered away towards the bedroom. Alan watched her leave for a second then turned to Sophia for assurance. Out of the bottom of her eyes she saw a tent in his trousers but she could hardly blame him after what the girls had just put him through.

“You’re doing fine, my love. Tonight is a thank you for being so patient with me, so just try to relax and enjoy yourself, okay?”

They shared a few more words before Sophia left to follow Lena’s instructions, setting some water to heat up in the kitchen before joining her friend in the back room. She didn’t know what it was for but she figured she’d soon find out. The girl rounded on her right away as she entered the room.

“So how are you holding up, babe?”

“Uh, good. I… think it’s going well.”

She felt a lot more comfortable than she could have given the circumstances. The buzz from the wine was undoubtedly doing some heavy lifting in soothing her nerves, but she was honestly getting used to the ensemble Lena had her wearing. The fluffy bunny tail, floppy ears and shirt collar; it was all so cute and silly it distracted from how her tits were almost hanging out.

“Agreed. We’re crushing this for how unready we were. Alan’s really starting to loosen up. Now I still need some time to get everything ready so I’m going to give you some time alone with your hunk to unwind for a bit, alright? Let’s get you into something comfortable.”

“Okay.”

The way Lena said ‘comfortable’ made Sophia think they weren’t working under the same definition and though the garments Lena gave her seemed innocent at first glance, sure enough they told another story as she tried to put them on. The crop top she gave her had a high neckline not showing a hint of cleavage, but it was so small and tight she had no hope of pulling it all the way over her bosom, leaving her boobs bulging lewdly out of the bottom.

The yoga pants were somehow worse. They weren’t quite the material she expected them to be, and at first they seemed far too small for her to ever squeeze into. As she fed her leg in though, she realised they were remarkably stretchy. She had no problem pulling them up, but as they settled into place they were so incredibly skin-tight that they filled in every little crevice she had down there. She realised with horror she could see the shape of her knickers through the material.

“Where did you get these?!”

“Amazing, aren’t they? I was going to get Heather a pair as well but it might be a bit much for the gym. Creeps would never let her get a workout done. Perfect for yoga in the flat when it's just you and Alan though.”

Sophia’s reaction was tempered a bit when she heard her boyfriend’s name. That was right. It was just Lena and Alan going to see her in this, then she could retire it forever.

“Here, I’ll do your hair and makeup quick before you go out. You’re the star of the show tonight so let’s make sure you sparkle.”

Lena ushered her over to the vanity and sat her down, picking up a brush to run through her friend’s hair. She didn’t have much to do there, mostly straightening out the kinks that had formed in all the ‘physical activity’ she’d done that day.

“Not much to work with here. You know, with how much you try to be feminine, I always wondered why you didn’t grow it out longer.”

“Oh, uh… I didn’t want to lean too much into it. I want to be taken seriously at work.”

“You shouldn’t worry about that. If people are going to underestimate you, that’s their problem, not yours. Now that you’re starting to embrace your true self, you should totally think about finding the style that’s right for you and ignore what everyone else thinks.”

> That’s not really how it works.

With the way Lena was, it was easy to forget the girl was a bit out of touch with most working women. She was her own boss, chose who she worked with and had enough wealth she didn’t need to work at all. She had the liberty to present herself however she wanted whenever she wanted. Now wasn’t really the time to get into that though.

Setting down the brush, Lena fished for her own makeup case to start dolling her friend up.

“Alright, babe, we’ve lit the fire but we’ve got to keep it kindled or it’s going to go out. It’ll be up to you to keep Alan rock hard through your cosy time, so here’s what I want you to do…”

As Lena went on she gave Sophia a series of instructions on how to tease with her body. Her face started burning the longer she went on. It was humiliating to picture presenting herself in such a way.

> This is for Alan. This is all for Alan.

She needed reminding of that to calm herself down. Today wasn’t about her. She’d already committed to following Lena’s directions.

“I think… that should do it… Wow. Let me say, you best watch Alan’s heart doesn’t beat out of his chest. That’s one lucky man right there.”

Lena had done her makeup a lot heavier than she was used to but she couldn’t deny it looked good. The extra blush on her cheeks was probably not needed though with how much she was supplying that herself.

“Let’s not keep our boy waiting then. You remember everything I told you?”

“...Yes.”

“You’ve got this, babe. I’ll be right out when I’ve got everything ready. You go and have fun with your man.”

Lena practically pushed Sophia out the door and closed it over behind her, leaving her at the foot of the catwalk she’d helped construct. Looking at it made her nervous, but she had **** but to get on with it. As revealing and erotic as her outfit was, it was no doubt the tamest of them that Lena was planning to have her wear. If she struggled here, what did that say of her chances making it through the rest of the night?

Stepping up onto the boardwalk, Lena’s instructions began playing over in her head.

‘We’ll work on your walk later. Just focus on swaying those hips for now. Don’t worry if it’s clumsy. That’ll just make it sexier with that whole innocent vibe you’ve got on...’

Doing as Lena said, Sophia focused her attention moving her hips side to side as she began taking steps. Dancing lessons had given her plenty of practice in swaying her hips on the spot, but it wasn’t so easy to translate that into a walk when her head was gently spinning. Rounding the corner, Alan's head immediately snapped over to her, his gaze drawn to the swing of her hips just as her friend had said it would.

> Here we go… Do it just like Lena told me.

Stepping up on the stage, Sophia tensed her stomach and rocked her hips back, arching her back to push both chest and backside out. Bending low with hand on hip she slowly turned her back to Alan, swinging her bum round in a heavy, sweeping arc, grateful she couldn't see Alan's response to such a shameful bid for his attention. Bringing her bum to a halt, she continued to swing around with her chest, twisting her trunk to look back at her lover, her upper and lower assets on full display for him just as Lena had told her to.

“L-Like what you see?”

She couldn't hope to deliver the line in half the sexy tone that Lena had called for. The moment she saw her boyfriend's face all the blood rushed to her own. Everything was on full display for him. Her big round fake tits bulging out from beneath her top, the panty lines visibly crossing her butt cheeks, she was almost sure her lower lips could be seen through it as well. With how tight the fabric stretched across her figure she felt even more exposed than being naked, and the only thing that kept her from immolating on the spot was that the man she was displaying herself to was the one man she wanted to be able to do this for.

That very same man's eyes wandered over her for a moment, taking in a sight unlike any he had experienced in his life to date. It was rough to realise, with how much feelings of exposure had dominated her life, but this was only the second private moment she'd had with Alan since receiving her new jugs two weeks before, and the first time she hadn't even been conscious for. He was still getting used to the fact his girlfriend was now an even bigger fat-titted freak than she had been before. Now here she was, flaunting it all as if to say ‘look, your girlfriend's nothing but a bimbo slut, a fat pair of knockers with a squeezable tush.’

And now he was ogling her, eying her down like all those pervs she hated so much. He’d never see her the same way again. How could anyone after a sight like this? How could any glimmer of her true self hope to shine past such a carnal vision? She’d permanently poisoned his view of her. The man she loved would see her forevermore as nothing more than a sex doll, just like Jack and the audience and every other man in her life. It was all her fault, dressing up in these wanton outfits, spurring him to see her like meat, having these slutty sacks of flesh on her chest. That was probably all he ever saw in her, even. A prize to be won to warm his bed. That was all she was good for after all. He probably only pretended to care, biding his time until the day he got to claim these monstrous knockers as his own. He probably-

A hand rested on hers. Alan’s eyes met hers.

“I always like what I see when I’m with you.”

The look in his eye was not the lustful leer her mind had conjured up. It was warm, discerning, caring; piercing through the tumultuous storm raging in her head. Alan always knew when her thoughts were in turmoil. He always saw through the façade. Even the carnal vision offered before him was not enough to distract from the deeper connection he shared with his beloved. How could she have been so stupid? He never wanted her for her body. He loved her body for being part of her. How could she have ever let herself doubt it?

“We don’t have to do this if if you’re uncomforta-”

“No, I want to do this for you! I promise! Just… bear with me.”

She flashed him a smile with all the sincerity she could. The fact that love came before lust with him was exactly why she could put herself on display for him. It just… wasn’t so easy to flip that switch and be okay with any man seeing her like this.

“Okay, well, I made us some hot chocolate.”

“You did? Why would you…”

“I got the feeling you two weren’t ready after I got here early. Lena would never put on a show like this without doing her makeup. I figured she’d probably send you out to distract me while she finished getting everything ready. Was I wrong?”

“No, she’s still planning things out, but… you should’ve let me do it.”

After teasing a little show for Alan, Sophia was supposed to make them both drinks and snuggle in close beside him.

“You’re already putting yourself through so much for me. I know you want tonight to be all about me, but I want to at least do a little to ease your nerves. Here, sit with me for a bit and let’s forget about this show for a little while.”

Alan held out a mug towards her, an offer to relax beside him. This was why just being near him made her heart grow warmer. Even on a day dedicated to pampering him he was always thinking of what he could do to make her happy. It was a small gesture but just knowing he was always there for her like a guardian angel was enough. Looking in his eyes gave her hope for tonight, the show, and their future together. He was the one for her, and she would forever be his.

…There was just one thing she needed to do to make sure of that

“Just give me one minute, my love. I’ve made a decision and I need to commit to it while I can.”

“Oh? Absolutely, do what you need to, princess.”

Turning her back on her boyfriend, Sophia headed back through to the bedroom where Lena was still sorting through clothes, shutting the door behind her to ensure Alan wouldn’t hear.

“Fifi? Something wrong?”

“I need to talk to you, Lena.”

Her tone was serious, nervous but hopeful. Lena picked up on it right away and moved some clothes aside on the bed so they could sit down facing each other.

“Alright, babe. What did you want to tell me?”

“I…”

What Sophia was about to admit wasn’t easy, but it would only get harder the longer she drew it out. The only way was to come right out with it.

“I want to go all the way with Alan tonight.”

“Oh?”

The surprise on Lena’s face was exactly as she expected. She could barely believe she was saying it herself.

“I thought you wanted to hold off ‘til your wedding. You wanted it to be special.”

“I did, but…”

It was exactly because she wanted it to be special that Sophia made this decision. Looking into her boyfriend’s eyes just moments ago she resolved herself to be his. But then those images flashed before her eyes; Declan ravaging her mouth with his penis. Liam staking claim to her tits and throat. It had wracked her mind with guilt. Much of her virginal sanctity had already been torn away from her, and it wasn’t going to stop there. Her body was a prize in the showrunners’ eyes, her virginity the greatest one of all. Naïve hope had blinded her to the truth all this time. The show was never going to let her keep it, not for eight long months until her wedding. If she didn’t give her virginity to Alan tonight, she had the agonising fear it’d never be his to take.

There was no way she could tell Lena that though, that she was scared of losing her virginity to someone else. She needed some other way to explain it to her friend, but thankfully she had something planned out ready.

“I think it’s putting too much pressure on my wedding night to be perfect. I’ll be so stressed all day worrying if my first time will be special enough for Alan, if I will do something wrong, if I can even bring myself to go through with it.”

“I see. I think you’ve made the right choice, Fifi. Get all the awkwardness out of the way so your special night is all about love, fun and making a deep bodily connection. I’m so proud of you babe. I didn’t think you had it in you to make this kind of decision but you’re so full of surprises lately. God, this changes everything. I’m so excited for you.”

Barely containing herself, Lena leaned and wrapped her arms around her friend.

“Do you want the others to know?”

“Uh, n-no, not yet.”

Sophia blushed at the thought of her friends knowing. Tonight would change something fundamental inside her, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for that change to spread to how her friends saw her.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep it between us. I think it would be great to tell them together next time we’re at the Acre though. We can share a toast to the amazing news and everyone will be so happy for you. I can help you through it if you like.”

“I’ll… think about it.”

“Ooh, I can’t wait. Okay, we better get back to it or Alan will be wondering where you are. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything I can to set you up for a magical night. We’ll get Alan so horny for you he won’t be able to stand straight.”

With that Lena dismissably began rising to her feet, but Sophia placed a hand out to stop her.

“Actually Lena, there was something else.”

As big as it was to tell Lena her plans, it wasn’t the reason she’d come to talk to her. There was another matter she needed to commit to.

“I want to make a bet with you.”

“A bet?”

“I bet Alan will be more interested in you than me during the fashion show tonight.”

“Uh, Fifi? I don’t underst-”

“And if you win I’ll suck Alan’s cock before we have sex tonight…”

There it was. After she’d done it for Declan today she’d promised herself she would do the same for her beloved. The thought of it though… It still made her sick. A penis and… semen… inside her mouth. Without a compulsion acting on her she wasn’t sure if she could go through with it. So here she was, willingly submitting herself to her Prize Wife compulsion, taking advantage of her friend’s desire for her to deepen her intimate connection with Alan to be **** to offer it as a prize. It had gone exactly as she wan-

“...And I’ll let you coach me how to do it sometime too.”

> Wait, no!

Lena’s eyes widened for a second before her lips curled up into a knowing smile.

“Ah, I see how it is. It would be so horrible being **** to learn how to give Alan a good time. I guess in the likely event that you’ll win we’ll have to make the wedding night a threesome since Alan wants me so much. Alright then, we'll play your game.”

As Lena spoke thoughts were buzzing in Sophia’s head over why the extra line had slipped out. Was her offer not enough? Was sucking Alan’s cock not ‘worth’ as much as Declan’s? Did a simple bet deserve a bigger prize than a pool contest? She didn’t understand it at all. Every time she tried to take advantage of her changes it always seemed to backfire, forcing her into even more vulgar situations than if she had never tried.

“Fifi, hello?”

“Oh, um, yeah, thanks. I better get back to Alan.”

Whatever it was that caused it, there was nothing she could do about it now. There was no sense worrying about it.

“Be sure to knock him dead. I’ll be with you soon, babe.”

==Author's Notes==

Thanks for reading. This part was getting pretty long so I decided to split it into two. I also got a new pc and started using Stable Diffusion on my own machine in the middle of writing so you may notice a difference in image quality and some inconsistency, especially with Lena's appearance. Images 2, 4 and 5 were produced this way.