Intermission: Private Show, part II

Author's Note: This chapter turned out much longer than I imagined. I didn't want to break it into any further chapters and so I have placed page breaks at the most appropriate places if you wish to break it up.

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> Alright. There’s nothing else I can do right now. It doesn’t do me any good to keep worrying. Let’s just snuggle up with Alan and relax for a little bit.

Stepping up on the catwalk, Sophia rounded the corner and was met by the comforting gaze of her beloved.

“Hey, princess. Did you sort out everything you needed to?”

“Yes, thanks. Everything is going to be okay now.”

“I’m glad. You ready for your drink now then? I’ve been trying to keep it warm for you but I’m not sure you can really call it hot chocolate anymore.”

Alan lifted his hands from his lap, where two mugs of cocoa were nestled between his thighs, one his own that he’d allowed to cool just so he could drink it with her.

“That’s okay! I’m sure I’ll enjoy it anyway.”

She was eagerly crossing the last few steps, blinded by the chance to nestle in next to the man she loved, when it happened.

“Would you like me to warm your lap?”

Alan looked up at her, the slightest quizzical glint in his eye.

“Of course you can, silly. These two have been doing a decent job of that already, but you know I’ll never turn down the chance to hold you close.”

It seemed that Alan had completely misunderstood, raising his arm to let Sophia in under it. That wasn’t at all what the words that had **** themselves from her lips had meant though. The compulsion that snuck up on her when she least expected had something completely different in mind.

The way it manifested was unlike anything Sophia had experienced thus far. Space itself began to warp and twist in her mind's eye. Though nothing changed to the naked eye Sophia could feel it all squeezing in around her, a stifling atmosphere that threatened to crush her with its relentless pressure. All of a sudden the space beside Alan looked horrifically unappealing, a place of exhausting and agonising discomfort. Even the idea of sitting there sent chills down her spine.

There was another spot just a single foot away though, and her entire body ached to place itself there. She could see it, shining like a golden beacon in her mind’s eye. She just knew in her soul that perched there on Alan’s lap was the only place where she could find comfort, the only place where her body could rest, her only sanctuary in a cruel and oppressive world.

There was no thought behind what Sophia did next, just pure animal instinct. She turned on the spot and dropped her butt down onto Alan’s legs. He barely had time to react, moving the mugs out of the way just in time before his girlfriend’s backside came crashing down.

“Woah, careful, darling. I almost spilled everywhere.”

“S-Sorry.”

It had all happened so fast Sophia barely had time to process it. She slid back all the way into her boyfriend's lap, causing him to shift in place beneath her in reflexive fear for the safety of his intimates. With drinks held out in his hands at both sides there was nothing he could do to keep her from settling into place on top of him.

“I didn't think you meant it like that.”

“S-Sorry.”

Sophia knew her repeated apologies sounded ridiculous with what her body was up to. That was just the start of the Lap Warmer compulsion though. Sitting there she felt an incessant itch building in her head. It told her Alan was the one responsible for her sole source of comfort. He was the one providing his lap to rest on. It was only right to pay her debt back with what small form of comfort her body could manage. That was what her body was telling her. It yearned to grind against him.

And so it did. Without a word of warning she started pushing her hips further into his crotch, her bum probing for the tent in his pants even as he straightened up to escape it.

“O-Oh, oh God, that's, uh… I guess Lena put you up to this?” he whimpered, finally realising what she was up to.

“Sorry,” she repeated for the third time, her cheeks burning with shame.

“No, don't apologise. I, uh… I don't hate it. Just let me put the drinks down, alright?”

Ignoring his request, Sophia continued rubbing against Alan’s lap as he leaned carefully across to place the mugs down. There was no way she could hold herself back, even for a second. She’d spent all day fighting and failing to resist these compulsions. She just didn’t have it in her anymore. To go against it was to risk being cast from her safe space. That threat alone was enough to keep her in line.

The worst part of all this, though, was not knowing what her boyfriend thought of all this. He said it was fine but was he just being polite? The thought of Alan making such a spontaneous advance on her made her deeply uncomfortable but was that just another instance of her sexual abnormality? She couldn't see Alan's face to know what was really going on in his head and that made her ten times more self-conscious about every lewd movement her body was making.

“P-Princess! If you keep going like that, I'm gonna…”

Shifting beneath her, Alan brought his free hands to her hips in a bid to take some control. Whether the compulsion heeded his wish this time or not, Sophia felt her body able to slow down. The rapid grinding of her hips became a slow, deliberate and sensual rubbing of their bodies.

“Sorry.”

There was nothing else she could say. Her thoughts were so scattered. Being swept along like a puppet on strings right in her boyfriend’s arms, the place she was supposed to be safe, was too disorienting to do anything more than babble the same word over and over again.

“I told you, darling, there's no need to apologise. I'm happy for you to do whatever you want to do.”

“O-Okay.”

Seemingly taking his words as instruction to commit even further her body leaned forward, planting her arms behind her to deliver maximum power to her hips. She was so embarrassed. She just wished she could see Alan's face to reassure herself he wasn't as uncomfortable as she dreaded, but her body refused to turn enough to look him in the eye.

“You're, uh… You're pretty good at this.”

“Th-Thanks.”

Her blush only deepened at the compliment. She knew he was just trying to be nice, but this was not a skill she was happy to learn she was a prodigy at. Alan's manhood was responding to her attention, hard and gently throbbing. Even through four layers of fabric she was acutely aware of it sitting between her cheeks as her hips gyrated over it. Her bum had always seemed small when placed next to Heather, but up against Alan's crotch it felt disgustingly huge, like it could easily swallow his rod up entirely. It made her queasy to think about.

“So… how has your day been?”

“M-My day?”

“Yeah, like, what have you been up to?”

“Oh, uh…”

The question caught Sophia off guard. She hadn't expected such mundane conversation in the middle of such a sexually charged moment. It wasn’t unwelcome though. It was the sort of thing he'd ask as she curled up on the couch under his arm. Even with his beloved fiancée struggling to put on such a slutty performance, he was still trying to inject a little cosy routine into the evening just for her. It was exactly what she needed right now.

There was just one problem, however… Her day had been far from routine. Visions of gross penises filling her mouth flashed before her eyes as her mind jumped back through the distressing events that day. As much as she hated keeping secrets from Alan, there was just no way she could admit to cheating on him when she couldn’t explain why she'd been **** to do so. It was a topic she would have to dance around, as much as it broke her heart.

“I went to a hypnotherapist today.”

“A hypnotherapist?”

“Yeah, Farah’s been recommending it a lot lately. I thought I’d go with her and give it a try.”

“Has something been stressing you lately?”

“...Not specifically. I do worry about a lot of things.”

She hated avoiding the question. This time she was glad that Alan couldn’t see her face and the look of guilt plastered across it. She worried for a second he would see right through her, but his trust for her was enough to move on without question as he chuckled at her last statement.

“Don’t I know it. You would tell me if something was really bothering though, wouldn’t you? I don’t want you to feel like you’re suffering alone.”

“I know, I know, my love. You don’t need to worry. I’ll always know I’m not alone as long as I have you.”

“That’s right. I’ll always protect you.”

Alan’s hands rose from her hips to her shoulders, initiating a massage to soothe the tightness within. The effect was almost immediate. Euphoric tingles flowed through every muscle in her back and arms under her boyfriend’s loving attention.

“So how did you find it? With Doctor…?”

“Reeves? I liked it. I didn’t think I would but I really enjoyed being hypnotised by the doctor. I was planning to book some more sessions with him when he has some available. I think it will help me a lot with the things that bother me. I’m so glad Farah introduced me to him.”

“Oh? That good, is he? Well I’m glad he’s helping you feel better.”

“You’re not jealous, are you?”

“Jealous? Never. If there’s one thing I can count on, dating you, it’s that I never need to worry about you running off to sleep with other men. I’m the only one who gets this sort of treatment from you, and that makes me the luckiest man in the world.”

Alan laughed to himself, but his words cut deep at Sophia’s heart. She didn’t respond, fearing the guilt would shine through in her voice. She only sunk further into the compulsion, pressing herself deeper into his lap, like that would in any way make up for what she did that day.

> I’m sorry Alan. I’ll make it up to you a hundred times over. You’ll get this special treatment every day once we’re married and so much more. I'll be the perfect wife for you.

With that promise to herself she let her mind drift back to the comfort of her lover’s hands on her shoulder, setting aside all her worries of the day and the fact she was grinding her backside into a man’s crotch. He had her like putty in his arms, knowing just how to tease her body to untie every knot that had settled there. He kept it up for a solid minute, giving her body time to relax completely before they picked up conversation again.

“So how was your meetup with the guys?”

“Hm?... Oh, uh… fine.”

The question was a rude awakening from the ocean of bliss she’d been floating in. It wasn’t a time she wanted to revisit, but she'd been naïve to think Alan wouldn’t follow up on it. She was lucky enough just to get a couple of minutes to bask in his presence.

“...Declan called me earlier on.”

“Oh? He did?”

She did her best to hide it, but the words were enough to place Sophia back on edge. Though her hips kept rolling beneath her, the rest of her froze up, waiting with baited breath to hear what Alan would say next.

“He said there was a bit of a… uh, a miscommunication,... I think… at the pool lounge today. He said that something upset you and made you storm off and that he wasn’t sure what he did wrong but that he was sorry. He said he thought ‘that’ was something you wanted and he never meant to **** anything on you. I don’t know. I couldn’t get a straight answer out of him. He sounded just as confused as I do about what exactly happened. What’s this all about, princess?”

“Oh, I, uh…”

Sophia understood what had happened. Declan must have been so confused about everything that happened at the pool lounge, about the way she’d… wantonly seduced him and then ran away in tears after the act. He must have been panicking after she fled, fearing she’d run to Alan with the story he’d **** himself on her. It… She knew it wasn’t fair to pin all of the blame on him, but that didn't change how frustrated and angry she was at him that he could let it happen, that he would do something so heinous with his own best friend’s fiancée. A simple apology wasn't going to make things better between them.

That was a matter between her and Declan though. There was never a chance of her bringing it up to Alan, and she hated that Declan’s panicked attempt to cover himself had dropped her in this situation. There was nothing she could say, no story she could come up with to explain what Alan had already heard. All she could do was bite her lip and pray that something would happen to save her.

“Was it anything serious?”

“Serious? I, uh… N-No, it wasn't.”

As much as she hated to make light of the incident, it was her only hope of deterring him. Saying otherwise would only lead to Alan investigating what had happened, and it was better for everyone that he never found out.

“Alright. You don’t need to tell me what happened if it makes you uncomfortable, but I would hate for my fiancé and best friend to fall out over a little misunderstanding. Could you do me a favour, princess? Whatever it was that upset you, just blame it all on me, okay?”

“On yo- No! A-Alan?!”

> No no no! Please, not that word!

It was impossible to contain the panic in her voice as she called out his name. The second he’d asked her for a favour she felt the familiar urge building inside of her. Alan continued on completely unfazed though, having not the faintest idea of what he’d just done.

“I was the one who sent you there alone, dropping you in among all my friends without being there to make sure you were comfortable. If I'd have been there it probably wouldn't have happened.”

“No! That’s not true!”

Sophia shuddered to think how things would have gone if Alan really had been there. She'd have been dragged into offering herself as a prize all the same, and though Alan would have likely won the contest in that timeline, there was no way she could play off offering that prize to his friends. The compulsion would never let her pass it off as a joke. It would make her insist, right to his face, ‘If your friends beat you at pool, I’m going to suck their cock’. Just the thought of that was a cold dagger lodged into her spine.

“Wh-What I mean is, you can’t blame yourself. You had no way of knowing. Please, take it back!”

“I do feel responsible though. I knew you had issues with my friends. I should have known better than to pressure you into going alone.”

“I… Th-That’s true, but…”

Each passing moment it was getting harder and harder to disagree with what Alan was saying. She tried so desperately to hold on to the reasons he wasn’t to blame, the mistakes she had made and Declan’s own part in it, even as she felt the growing urge to let them slip from her mind. The guilt of turning him down was welling up inside her more and more. Why was she so determined to deny her beloved anyway? He was only trying to do something selfless for them both. He wasn't exactly wrong about anything, was he? Why was she being such a horrible bitch about this?...

“Please, princess. Do it for me.”

A tender hand trailed up her neck to run through her hair. His voice was quiet in her ear, spoken like a dashing gentleman pleading for a kiss. How could she possibly deny him such a simple request after that?

“O-Okay.”

A single moment of weakness was all it took, one fleeting moment of wanting to give Alan the world. In her mind’s eye she saw her own failure to fight the Prize Wife compulsion, the ultimate reason that made her cheat on her beloved, and she made the choice to let it slip through her grasp. In an instant it drifted away, pushed to the shady reaches of her brain that she wilfully ignored. Her other objections soon followed, immediately forgotten as the compulsion erected fences around her train of thought, guiding her towards a single conclusion.

It was all Alan’s fault.

It felt so liberating to accept that. All of a sudden the lump of sickening guilt she’d been carrying around in her stomach all day felt so much lighter. She been blaming herself for that awful experience all this time, but looking back on it now, everything shined back on her in a cleaner, less murky light. She’d done everything she could to fight the Prize Wife compulsion, to win the game so she’d never have to deliver. There was nothing she could have done to get out of it. Why blame herself when she did nothing wrong?

And Declan… She felt so guilty for blaming him. All this time she’d been angry and frustrated, acting like he was at any fault for what had happened. How was it fair to blame him? He had no idea she was under compulsion. She was practically throwing herself at him. Splaying herself across the table, rubbing up against his friends, teasing how good she would make him feel with her mouth. What was any man supposed to do in that situation?

No, there was only one person she could possibly blame for it. It was just like Alan had said himself. He was the one who sent her into the meetup alone. He knew how uncomfortable she was around his friends and begged her to go anyway, setting off the compulsion that started the entire chain of events. All this time she’d been thinking of her actions with Declan as some great betrayal of trust when in reality Alan was the one who **** her into a situation she had no control over. It was all thanks to him. It was Alan’s fault she’d sucked his friend’s cock!

That didn't mean she loved him any less though. It sure hurt a lot, knowing that the man she trusted most was responsible for putting her through such a traumatic experience, but it wasn’t like he meant for any of that to happen. Alan was still the same wonderful, loving man she fell in love with. It was a selfless act, accepting all the blame onto himself. Everything he did was for both of them to be happy. What he did was simply a mistake. A careless, thoughtless mistake that **** her into a position that she hated with all her heart, but a mistake nonetheless. He never meant to hurt her.

“Are you sure, princess? You’re willing to give Dec another chance?”

“I… I feel awful for blaming him.”

“It’s okay. He’ll understand, I’m sure. It was all just a misunderstanding… How about this then? Declan’s already called to apologise. Why don’t you send him one back and then you can both put this behind you. Would you do that for me, darling?”

“Of course.”

Sophia didn’t even try to fight it this time. Alan’s request sounded perfectly reasonable with the guilt settled in her stomach. She had no reason not to apologise for her own wrongdoing.

“Thanks, princess. I realise now it was a mistake sending you in there alone, outnumbered by all the guys. It doesn’t matter to me so much if you can’t mesh with the others, but I really want you and Dec to get along. He’s been a good friend to me over the years. I think maybe if you two went somewhere alone together, neither of you would be under so much pressure to put on appearances and you’ll realise he’s really not such a bad guy. I can come too if you want me to, of course. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable again. How does that sound to you?”

“Um… yeah, I guess we can do that.”

Sophia still had her reservations about her lover’s friend. It was more than just the one incident that had rubbed her the wrong way. She felt guilty enough about her mistake to at least give him another chance however.

“Would you do that for me then? Send him a voice note, tell him he has nothing to apologise for, that you enjoyed your time together today, and that you’d love to do something like that with him again some time. Does that sound good?”

“Okay.”

Sophia had already agreed before she fully realised the implication of what Alan had said. Such a message sounded innocent enough from his side, but the context of what happened at the pool lounge filled the words with filthy connotations enough to make her blush. She had **** though. She’d already let the compulsion sweep through her.

“There. Your phone’s on the side table. Let me get it for you.”

Reaching across, Alan handed Sophia her phone and she began recording a message to send off to his friend.

“Hi Declan, it’s me, Sophia. I’m so sorry for running off earlier. You really have nothing to apologise for. I… I actually really enjoyed what we did today, a-and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to meet up sometime to, um… to carry on where we left off.”

She felt dirty for saying it, knowing that Declan would hear it as insinuation that she was eager to swallow his manhood again. That was all it was though, she reminded herself; an insinuation. She wasn’t compelled to follow through on those disgusting undertones. Her experiences that day had solidified her disdain for the perverted act. She would never again take that man’s horrible member into her mouth. Her lips were meant for no other man than for Alan.

That promise in turn brought her thoughts over to Liam, the other man she’d done the unmentionable with that day. Until now that had filled her with such guilt too, the way she’d given him free use of those tits that should have been reserved for her lover’s eyes alone. Now, she realised how unfair it was for her to think that way. She wanted to be perfect for Alan of course. She truly did. But how was it fair to hold herself to that standard after forgiving Alan for making the same awful mistake. Both of them were responsible for an incident forcing her to cheat, humiliate and debase herself orally for another man. Both of them had made a horrible mistake and now it was time to move on.

…Right? It was okay to just move on from everything that had happened that day? It was fine to just put everything behind them? The things she did with Liam… All of that was atonement for the pain she had inflicted on him, reparations to the pervert she had turned him into. She didn’t need to feel guilty for it anymore. To Alan, to Liam, to Declan or herself. It was okay to spread forgiveness all around and end this long, difficult day in the arms of her beloved? That was what she wanted more than anything else in the world right now; to move on and forget this day had ever happened.

“You seem a lot more relaxed now. Did that help you feel better?”

“Mhmm.”

“I’m glad.”

It was nice not having to lie to Alan anymore. She did feel a lot better having cast that weight off her shoulders. There was nothing left to worry about now. She could sink into her lover’s warmth with a lighter heart.

“I’m… surprised you’ve managed to keep this up so long. I never expected you to go through with something so, uh… well, I thought you’d find this too embarrassing.”

“Oh, uh…”

Their conversation had been distracting enough for Sophia to forget what her body was doing. She’d all but phased out the monotonous motion of grinding against Alan’s lap. Now that he was drawing attention to it though she had **** but to acknowledge it again.

“I,uh… I wanted you to feel good tonight.”

“Well it’s definitely working. This is, uh, certainly different to when you use your hand.”

Heat crept up Sophia’s neck. Sexual stuff was always an embarrassing topic for her, but somehow it had always been especially bad hearing it from Alan. He was far too much a gentleman to expect such language from often. His squeamishness was contagious to her, and she didn’t like it tainting their relationship.

“...So what is it you want from me tonight, princess?”

The question confused Sophia. She wasn’t sure what he meant by it.

“I… just want you to enjoy yourself.”

There was silence for a moment as Alan considered what he was going to say.

“I know this night is meant to be all about me but I still worry about you. I know you hate having any sort of attention on your body. Even during our… intimate moments, I do my best to rein in my appreciation of it so you can be comfortable. Now with Lena here, I… I’m not sure how I’m supposed to...”

“I don’t ha- I mean, it’s true it makes me uncomfortable when people look at my body, e-even you. I can’t help thinking that’s all I am when I see that from you. I wish I was okay with you showing love for every piece of me, but I get this awful feeling that once you start seeing me like that you’ll never stop, that your… desire for me will eat into our everyday lives and corrupt the intimate bond that I cherish so much… I know that’s irrational though and I don’t want you worrying about any of that. I want you to be able to look at me like any real lover would. I… I just don’t think I can handle it-”

“All the time?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“And Lena?”

“I… It’s okay for you to look at her like that too. I don’t get jealous about that stuff, I promise. It’s unfair to expect you to have eyes only for me when I can’t give you everything that you need. I know I’m the only one you love.”

“You’re right, princess. My heart is only for you. And you don’t need to worry about my, uh… ‘desire’ bleeding into our everyday lives. We can keep that contained to those special moments where you feel comfortable. I know how much that means to you… How about we give it a try tonight? Just for once I stop holding back and show your body the appreciation it deserves. And then if it works out okay we can work it into our intimacy training from now on. How does that sound?”

“I think that sounds nice.”

“I’m glad you’re going to see a hypnotherapist. This sounds like exactly the sort of issue they can help you with. I get the feeling the doctor is really going to help you out.”

“I think so too.”

There was silence for a moment. Sophia took the chance to bask in the even warmer glow of their closeness before Alan spoke up again.

“I wasn’t sure about all this at first, you know; you diving outside your comfort zone and… involving Lena in this. I thought she might have strong-armed you into it. But then you told Lena to kiss me and I realised you’re the one who's taking charge. Nothing is happening tonight without your complete approval. You must’ve put so much thought and effort into this and it’s patronising of me to worry that you’re letting Lena **** you into things you don’t want to do. I trust you to know exactly where your boundaries are, so tonight I’m going to let my inhibitions go and just enjoy whatever you girls have for me.”

With those words Alan’s hands left her shoulders and trailed down her body to reach her hips as he turned his full attention towards her lap dance.

“These trousers have gotten a little, um, tight. Do you mind if I…?”

“S-Sure.”

Leaning back and raising his hips, Alan started shimmying his trousers down his legs. Sophia’s compulsion lifted for just long enough to allow him to do it before dropping down on top of him as he finished kicking them off. The difference she noticed immediately. Without the thick fabric of his work trousers to cover it the bulge in his pants was unmistakable, like a thick branch pressed against his stomach. The earlier grinding against it had left a delve in Sophia’s yoga pants the organ settled into now. As she resumed her sensual massage she felt it there, rubbing between her bum cheeks. It would have been mortifying for Sophia had their earlier conversation not settled her nerves.

Alan didn’t speak anymore after that, focused on enjoying himself like he had said. She didn’t blame him for it but it did mean Sophia had nothing to distract her from the manly organ rubbing up against her. There were but a few thin layers of fabric stopping her from feeling every detail.

> It’s fine. It’s only Alan. Why do I have to be like this?

For a few more minutes she rocked back and forth along the full length of its shaft. She swore she could feel it engorging and swelling with every rub, making her stomach tighten time and time again as she held back her body’s response to the gross sensations. Finally she heard the voice that would save her from the situation.

“Hey~, you two.”

Lena's head was poking around the corner, smiling from ear to ear as she watched the pair of them. Sophia's face burned brighter than it had since the start of that evening. She felt Alan stir uncomfortably behind her as well to be literally caught with his trousers down.

“Oh, Lena?! We were just, um-”

“Having fun already? You don’t need to explain yourself to me. Anyway, Fifi, everything's ready back here. Time to get this show started.”

‘And grab those’ she added in a fake whisper, pointing mischievously at Alan's disposed garment, seemingly having no intention of letting Alan reclaim his modesty. Sophia craned her neck around as far as she could towards him, wanting his reassurance before doing anything to further embarrass her boyfriend.

“It’s, uh… it’s fine. If you ladies are going to dress down for me, I guess it’s only fair.”

“What about our drinks?”

“Ah, I guess they’re not really ‘hot chocolate’ at all anymore. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. We can snuggle up tonight once this is all over. We’ll put on a romcom and I can stroke your hair until you fall asleep. How does that sound?”

“I… yeah, I’d like that.”

“Alright, that’s what we’ll do. Now you best not keep Lena waiting.”

As much as it frustrated Sophia that their short time to relax together was wasted being further objectified by her compulsions, she had **** but to leave him now to prepare the ‘slutty little fashion show’.

With a reason to stand up the Lap Warmer compulsion began to abate, and suddenly the air around Sophia felt so much lighter than it had. In her mind's eye the world around was no longer unsettling. It almost felt silly that Sophia had been so **** to take refuge against such a mundane room that she had been willing to embarrass herself, but she knew in the moment the pressure had felt so real. At least she could say it was in her lover's arms that she had learned how this compulsion worked. There was no time to dwell on it now though, not when she had a fashion show to get through. With skittish trepidation she followed after Lena into the bedroom, nervous to see what her friend had picked out for her.

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The girl turned as she entered, regarding her friend with a playful grin.

“I see you started the main event without me, hm?”

“Th-That wasn’t… You told me to-”

“Keep him hard? You certainly managed that alright. You secretly take some stripper classes you never told me about?”

“No! No, I’ve never-”

“Relax, Fifi. You did amazing. Tonight is going so much better than I imagined. You’re taking your metamorphosis so seriously and I couldn’t be prouder.”

“But I…”

Sophia trailed off. She wanted to justify the slutty things her body was doing but there was no explaining it, especially after Lena had expressed so much positivity towards it.

“But you know, they really do do classes for that sort of thing. And all kinds of sex stuff. I know a girl who went to a blowjob workshop and she said it really improved things in the bedroom. If you ever feel like that’s something you need, I’m always happy to sign up with you for moral support, or maybe even learn a thing or two. I think it would be fun to try something like that together. Maybe we can get all the girls in on it for the hen night. That would be a laugh, don’t you think? Seeing Farah try and work a pole, hehe... Anyway, enough rambling. Come check this out! I’ve got our outfits for the evening lined up right here.”

With excitement growing, Lena whisked her friend over to the bed where most of the clothes had been cleared away. What remained were a few neat piles of folded outfits laid out in two rows, seemingly one each for both of them. Before Sophia had a chance to take it all in, the girl grabbed her shoulder and pointed to a pile that looked very much at a glance like her work uniform.

“A little sexy roleplay is the perfect segue to start the show off properly, and what I’ve picked out is perfect for us. You’ll be playing the stern and sexy school mistress and I’ll be the bratty schoolgirl you need to discipline. It’s an absolute classic in porn videos. Men just love a little girl-on-girl power pla-”

“H-Hold on,” Sophia interrupted her friend, overwhelmed by everything she was hearing. “Roleplay? You want me to…?”

“Roleplay, yes! It’s like a game people play during sex to make it more fun. Obviously we’re not going that far, but we’ll be sure to make it sexy for Alan. You’ll be playing the strict school teacher dealing with her naughty student.”

“Strict? Discipline?! I’m not sure I can do this, Lena.”

“Sure you can. You’re planning to have kids, aren’t you? You’re not just going to let them walk all over you, are you?”

“Um, well…”

“Just give it a go. You might enjoy it. I always say everyone should try out a dominant role once, just to see if they like it. If you decide to stick being a sub, at least you'll know it’s right for you.”

“O-Okay, fine… What's next?”

Sophia was eager to move the conversation away from her sexual preferences. Lena slid over to point out the next bundle of lacy purple fabric.

“Alright, this one here's a full lingerie set. Bra and knickers, garter, gown and stockings. And heels underneath. Never worn anything like that I bet, have you?”

“No…”

“I think you might like it though. Very sleek and sexy but it covers a lot more than regular lingerie. Leaves more to the imagination. I think you'll prefer it. It's quite a lot to put on. A lot of women just bring this sort of thing out for birthdays and that, but if it makes you more comfortable initiating sex I think it's absolutely worth the extra effort and Alan will certainly appreciate seeing you in it.”

“...We'll see, I guess.”

Sophia couldn't imagine being comfortable in anything meant to put her body on display but she guessed she was going to find out regardless. Lena swept her hand over to the next spot on the bed and at first Sophia thought there must be something missing, but then she realised what she was seeing at her heart almost skipped a beat.

“We're pulling out all the stops for the finale and leaving Alan's jaw on the floor. This is-”

“I can't! I can't wear this!”

“You know what it is?”

“It's… It's tape. It's just tape! It's not even clothing. How would you even wear this?!”

“It goes over your nipples.”

“My-my…”

Sophia's head flooded with embarrassment as she pictured what that would look like.

“You get some knickers with it” Lena responded, holding up the skimpiest scrap of fabric Sophia had ever seen as though it was any reassurance.

“I can't, Lena. It's too much.”

“Aw, come on. Don't be like that. You're making such good progress. This would be so huge for showing yourself you can overcome your insecurities. What have you got to be scared of? Everyone here has seen you naked. We're both here to be nothing but supportive. Don’t you want to make Alan’s first time truly special? Come on, do it for us.”

“O-”

Almost succumbing to the compulsion without realising it, Sophia caught herself right in the middle of saying ‘okay’.

> No, not again! Why does this keep happening?!

She never would have thought back at the studio that ‘Happy to Help’ would be the most oppressive of the compulsions she received, but again and again it was weaponising Lena’s best intentions against her. She felt the urge to give in and agree to wear the objectifying ‘outfit’. She felt the raging guilt growing inside her. What a bitch she was for refusing to help herself. What kind of girlfriend would refuse doing something like this for their boyfriend?

But one liberating emotion still stood out stronger than the urge or the guilt: disgust. Disgust at the thought of wearing something so humiliating and objectifying; something meant to dress up her as nothing but a big, bouncy pair of tits to be gawked at. No support, no modesty, just gratuitous swinging to draw the eye, endless rolls of intimate skin and worst of all the slightest coy little covers treating her nipples like a coveted prize to peel back the tape and unveil. She’d have rather walked out naked than put herself on such display.

“I- I can’t, Lena. Please, don’t make me wear it.”

The girl's face scrunched up into an expression of mild disappointment as Sophia fought back the urge to pacify her, falling into a look of deep contemplation.

“Fifi~... We can’t just end the show without some big finale. Tonight you and Alan are making love for the very first time. We need something big to make this night as special as it should be. Something that will set a blaze in Alan and leave him unable to keep his hands off you. Something sexy and fun that will be part of a memory you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Hm… Oh, I know~! The message that started all this off. You told me you were too shy to do any cowplay with Alan. Well this seems like the perfect time to give it a try. How about we bring your cow dress out instead?”

“M-My cow dress?!”

Horrible visions were brought about by that word. The video she’d been **** to watch as she masturbated. Herself as a vapid human cow, belly full with child and mooing thoughtlessly as machines pulled milk from her nipples. Lena had been there in that video too, inviting others to use her body for their sick carnal fantasies. Her whole body reviled in disgust at the thought of it.

“No! I told you before, Lena. I can’t! It’s so demeaning! Alan will-”

“Alan will love it! Listen, Fi. It’s only demeaning if you let it be. It’s just roleplay. I’ve had boys lead me round on leashes before and do you think they treat me any less as a woman after? No. Because I only sleep with men who I trust to respect me and understand there’s a difference between real life and what we do in the bedroom. Alan loves and respects you so much more than those men did me. Some daft little dress-up is not going to affect what he thinks of you.”

“B-But-”

“This was all your idea, right Fifi? You wanted to do a sexy dress-up for Alan? That’s why you asked me to be here to give you that push? I’ll back off if you really can’t do it but I know that deep down you just want an excuse. If the tape is too much for you, just wear the cow dress instead. I know you’ve got it in you. C’mon, Fifi. You promised to work with me. So work with me, please.”

> No… stop it, Lena!... Stop saying those words. Please!…

Another urge to agree with Lena. Another lump of sickening guilt twisting in her stomach, telling her she was the worst kind of friend. She was barely fighting off the first. They were both in her head, dragging her mind apart in opposite directions. All her disgust, all her objections to being dressed up like a slutty doll; they weren’t enough to fight off the compulsion on two fronts. If she didn’t let one go she’d end up agreeing to both. She didn’t have time to think. She had to choose one.

“Alright Lena, I’ll do it! I’ll wear the cow costume!”

The pressure let up as soon as she let the words out. Even the urge to wear the tape eased up in her mind like it was satisfied with how things had gone. A chill ran down Sophia’s spine at the thought of what she’d agreed to but Lena only beamed warmly at her.

“There you go, Fi. I’m so proud of you. I knew you wanted to wear it really. Don’t worry, we can say I wouldn’t take no for an answer if you don’t want to admit it to your boo.”

“Please, Lena. Don’t make me wear it last. I don’t want this to be Alan’s lasting impression of me.”

“Hm?... Ah, I get it. You want your first time to be romantic, don’t you? Want to finish up with the lingerie then?”

“Ah… Y-Yes. I’d like that.”

The thought hadn’t been on Sophia’s mind but losing her virginity while dressed as a cow would have been a painful memory for her.

“Not a problem, babe. Um… We’ll just swap those two over. We lose our big finish but maybe it's better to finish on a simmer before you head to the bedroom.”

Muttering to herself, the girl immediately got to work switching out the outfits. As she opened the wardrobe Sophia noticed Lena had organised and filled it up with the new clothes that she’d brought. The tape found its way into a drawer with the gifted dildo. One side of Lena’s lips curled up when she saw it. Did she somehow realise it had been used? Sophia quickly spoke up before her friend could pass comment.

“S-So you want me to wear this one first?”

“Yes please. Careful. There’s a pair of glasses with that one.”

Separating the pile, Sophia found the glasses her friend was talking about along with tights, a blouse, thigh-length skirt and what appeared to be a metal stick. Lena noticed her examining it as she turned back around.

“That’s an old-timey pointing stick. It’s painted metal but it's plastic really so don’t hesitate to swat my ass when I misbehave, alright?”

“R-Right.”

Dreading to imagine what the roleplay would involve, Sophia turned her attention towards getting changed. There was no bra included with this set of clothes but it seemed Lena did expect her to slip into a pair of red lacy panties. She headed around to the far side of the bed for cover and quickly switched her underwear before stripping off the rest of her clothes. The blouse lay at the top of the pile. As she picked it up something prickled inside her mind but she didn't realise what was bothering her until she fed her arms through the sleeves.

“Um, Lena, I think it might be too small for me.”

“No no. It’s exactly the size it needs to be. I made sure of it. It’ll look gorg’. Trust me.”

“A-Alright.”

It looked like Lena meant for the top to be small on her, leaving no inch of her body to the imagination. Sophia wished she could object but was **** to swallow the words instead. She had to put on a slutty fashion show for Alan with her friend after all, and squeezing her body into outrageously tight outfits was just a natural part of that process. Neither her mind nor body would allow it any other way.

Starting from the bottom, the extent of its tightness soon grew evidently clear. The cloth squeezed her waist as she pulled it taut, keeping her from quite managing to thread the buttons. Sucking in her stomach and pulling as firmly as she could it felt like the two sides could just barely meet, but that still left the difficult task of getting the buttons through the holes. The biggest hindrances were definitely her boobs, blocking her view of her hands, forcing her to reach around them, requiring constant support from her arms to keep them from falling onto her hands. Her boobs were always in the way.

…In the way... In the…

“Mmm.”

A sudden shiver between Sophia’s legs caught her by surprise, causing her arms to jerk just as she was managing the first button. She only barely managed to avoid letting out a lewd noise right where Lena would hear her. Why did that happen? What was going on with her body today? Every time her big boobs became an inconvenience for her she felt this strange pleasure coursing through her. That didn’t make any sense! She wasn’t some pervert getting off on being a big-boobed doll! It had to be stress. Her body had been **** through a lot of sensations she never agreed to today. All that burden had just made it go a little haywire. That was all it was!

She couldn’t just stop what she was doing though. She’d just have to press on. It was impossible to ignore how much her big boobs were in the way, and that made her nether throb. Another distraction to add to the pile. She just needed to focus and get through it. That was easier said than done though. Her huge boobs had been making that difficult enough before, and now every time she acknowledged that she felt another quiver between her legs. Her hands were shaky, her breaths were heavy and heat was building in her groin the longer it went on.

“Lena, I… I don’t think I’ll be able… to button this up… all the way.”

Sophia was embarrassed to notice how breathy her voice had gotten. What she said was true though. The fabric was already tight across her tits and it wasn’t even over her nipples yet.

“I never said you have to button it all up. The bottom four should do.”

“The bottom four?!...”

The fourth button was barely past her navel. What Lena was suggesting would leave her neckline plunging below her tits, barely covering her nipples. The thought of wearing something like that in front of Alan… in front of…

…Well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Feeling his eyes on her. Feeling his hands on her. That sounded kind of nice right now. Feeling his lips on hers too. Maybe… Maybe leaning in to find her big, juicy melons got in the way of their faces meeting.

“Mmmm…”

A powerful jolt rolled through Sophia’s body, sending her eyes rolling back into her head. She couldn’t deny it. She was so turned on, more than she had been in a very long time. She wanted to be next to Alan so bad, to feel his fingers tracing the nape of her neck, to lie with their bare skin pressed against each other, to… to maybe do something for him she would never usually do. The thought of that didn’t seem so bad right now.

“You alright there, Fi?”

Sophia hadn’t even noticed the sounds she was making. Lena was looking at her funny, already half dressed herself, though Sophia was too far inside her own head to take in what her friend was wearing.

“Mhm. It’s just… very tight. Would you… Would you do the buttons for me? My, um… My big boobs are in the way.”

As nice as it sounded for Sophia to stop thinking and continue struggling with the buttons as she let the feeling consume her, part of her knew that she had to move on, at the very least to get to see Alan again. She would have to resort to being dressed by someone else like a child, all thanks to those big, juicy melons of hers making it impossible to function like a normal person.

“Hehe. Alright, babe. Get yo’ big boobs down on the bed and I’ll get you sorted out.”

Sophia did as she was asked and blushed as her friend leaned in towards her noticing the clear signs of arousal.

“Wow, something’s got you fired up. Thinking about tonight, are you?”

“Uh… Y-Yeah” Sophia lied, too embarrassed to admit what was really turning her on.

“That means you’re truly ready for it, you know? Oh, I can just tell tonight’s going to be magical for you both.”

Lena fiddled with the buttons while she spoke. It was clear even she was having trouble doing them with her advantage of being able to see.

“Actually, let's get your skirt and tights on first. Not sure you’ll be able to bend down after we get it on without blowing a button. Though that would be a sight to see alright.”

Sinking into her fantasies, Sophia resigned herself to letting her friend dress her up the rest of the way, moving her body as instructed until Lena had her skirt and tights in place. If she thought delegating the task to her friend would free her from her body’s growing need though, she was horribly mistaken. The second Lena returned to buttoning her blouse it became evidently clear her boobs weren’t just a hindrance to herself. The girl struggled to wrestle the fabric around them just as much as she had. The thought sent a fresh heat radiating from down below.

Her boobs were in the way. Her big boobs were always in the way.

“Mmmmm…”

Another pulse sent her thighs grinding together and a barely restrained moan reverberating in her throat. Why was she like this?! She wasn’t a pervert. She wasn’t a pervert. She wasn’t a pervert!

“Damn, babe, you’re really wilding for him. You sure you’re not in heat or something?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. If every girl had someone just the thought of fucking made them gush like this, the world would be a happier place.”

“I… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Relax. There’s nothing wrong with you. A lot of women go through this sort of ‘honeymoon phase’ after their wedding and get insatiably horny. Deciding to sleep with Alan must have triggered something like that for you. You’ve not become some raging slut for your first chance at some D. Tomorrow you’ll wake up and be the same squeamish Sophia we know and love. Enjoy it while it lasts. Now hold still… one more… and… there we go!”

With one final effort Lena slotted the final button into place and stepped back, the **** of it causing Sophia's chest to jiggle in its half-covering. Looking down she couldn’t even see where the two sides of her blouse came together, just an exposed tender valley of intimate flesh where the top lifted and pushed her boobs together. In her right mind the sight would have made her recoil at the idea of showcasing herself like this. Though the immediate source of arousal was gone she was far from thinking rationally. Every ounce of restraint was spent on holding back from touching herself to fantasies of Alan kissing her all over.

Sophia barely noticed Lena getting dressed until she was back in front of her. For the first time she really took in what the girl was wearing. Lena donned a white blouse just like her, but rather than buttoning it the girl had tied the two sides in a knot beneath her boobs to lift her bosom and expose her waist. A lacy purple bra peeked out from underneath and a loose red tie dangled down from her neck to disappear between her jugs. A tartan skirt just long enough to satisfy dress codes completed the ensemble.

“Here, don’t forget your stick and glasses. Alan’s going to jizz himself when he sees you like this, hehe. Ready to play your part? Here, let’s get your hair nice and straight while I tell you what the deal is.”

Lena began applying the finishing touches as she explained the story she had cooked up for them both. Sophia would play the role of Miss Baxley, teacher at an academy for affluent and ‘adventurous’ young women sent by their families to be ‘straightened out’ and taught decorum and business sense before receiving their inheritance. ‘Mr Lawson’ was a board member sent to assess Miss Baxley with one of her students. Lena was intent on showing up her ‘bitchy’ teacher and had planted a powerful aphrodisiac in her coffee prior to the assessment.

“Just follow my lead if you struggle, alright? And I’ll follow yours. Don’t be afraid to spice things up. I’ll go along with whatever kind of show you want to put on. Now let’s go! Before Alan gets any softer.”

With barely a chance to compose herself, Lena pushed Sophia out of the door and onto the catwalk. Not that she had much choice to delay. Time was getting on and she needed to put on a slutty fashion show with Lena. More than that though she was **** to see Alan again. Rounding the corner, Sophia did her best to get into character and lead with a proud strut with one hand on her hip and the other swinging her cane in sweeping arcs by her side as she walked forward.

Alan was right where they left him, bare-legged and laid back on the couch in front of the stage. Sophia’s gaze locked on him from the moment she entered the room. Never had she known a more beautiful man. His powerful jaw, his nose, his sparkling eyes full of wonder, wisdom and love. Sophia wanted so badly to jump him, to peel back his shirt and feel his warmth emanating as he wrapped his powerful arms around her. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

Those sparkling eyes of his were locked on her too, taking in every inch of her figure in the smutty garb she presented it in. Down below she saw his manhood spring back to life, the gradual decline of it reversing in an unhidable portent of his mutual desire for her, though his manly fantasies likely ran much deeper than hers. Sophia wished she wasn’t such a prude, that she was able to fulfil every one of his needs as a man. But she couldn’t.

Stepping up onto the stage, Sophia swivelled around to face her beloved, Lena following a pace after. Her friend had given her some instructions on how to start off. The words felt a bit silly to her but they were just another part of the show.

“Good afternoon Mr Lawson. My name is Sophia Baxley and this is my student, Miss Lena Parks. I hope your observation of us tonight is much to your satisfaction.”

“Hehe, I hope you like what you see.”

While Sophia did her best to put on a stern and serious face despite the fire burning inside her, Lena’s voice was playful and mischievous. Her attention on her man, she had no idea what had gotten her friend so giggly like she was up to something already.

It took a long second for Sophia to manage to tear her eyes from her lover, darting to see her friend posing beside her then doing a double take as she witnessed the girl lifting her skirt to her navel.

“Stop that at once, young lady” Sophia parroted one of the phrases Lena told her earlier, her voice more shaky than stern.

“Stop what, Miss Baxley?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“You taught us to always speak clearly and say what we mean, Miss Baxley.”

“Put your skirt down this instant! Stop showing this man your knickers!”

Sophia channelled every instance of strictness she’d seen from teachers in movies and from school. The words started to flow from her without much thought.

“Oh? But I think Sir likes it, don’t you, Mr Lawson? You like it when I lift my skirt, don’t you, sir?”

“Don’t you speak to him like that!”

“Hehehe. I think Sir is looking a little flush. It’s bad manners to leave our guests sweating, isn’t it, miss?”

Ignoring her last remark, Lena stepped down from the stage and practically pounced at the man seated on the sofa, planting her arms to his either side so she could jump up and straddle him.

“That shirt is looking awfully stuffy, Sir. Why don’t you let me help you with that.”

Before Sophia’s eyes she watched as Lena leaned in to start undoing the buttons on her boyfriend’s top. Alan did nothing to stop it just like he promised, allowing the girls to do as they wanted. Part of Sophia was transfixed, horny and willing her friend to finish her task. By the time she broke free of her stupor and realised she still had a role to play most of the buttons were already undone.

“Get off of him at once, young lady!”

“I’m just helping Sir with his shirt, Miss. He’s going to feel so much better with it off. There!”

The final button removed, Lena raised her hands to Alan’s collar to peel the fabric down his arms. Sophia couldn’t bring herself to interrupt it. Her fiance’s chest had never looked so appealing to her in all her life. As the sleeves came off Lena was left leaning into Alan's bare body. Sophia wanted so badly to be in her position. The same jealousy she felt on seeing the pair kiss began wallowing inside.

“That's enough!”

She didn't need to fake emotion in those words.

“Oh no. I've made Miss Baxley mad. I'm going to get a spanking now, aren't I, Miss?”

Lena turned to her with a sly grin, goading her to take the action further, and Sophia, swept up by emotions, followed her lead.

“Th-That's right.”

Lena sprang straight up like a kid being offered some sweeties. Dropping down to her hands and knees on the padded stage she circled round so Alan could see the full length of her body with a giddy excitement unlike anyone being told they were about to be disciplined. Settling into position she stooped down low and rolled her hips to make her skirt ride up her waist, putting the purple lace panties she'd been teasing Alan with before on full display. At some point her tie had come undone, now dangling from her neck to garnish her suggestive position. In just seconds she'd gone from preening over Sophia's boyfriend to prostrating to have her bottom smacked, watching with delightful anticipation over her shoulder to see her friend’s next move.

Sophia knew this was coming. Lena had made it clear in their preparations that no schoolgirl roleplay was complete without a spanking. That didn't make it any less uncomfortable for her, inflicting pain on another. Even if Lena insisted it was fun, that just made it weirder. If this was something people did for sexual pleasure it felt gross to be making a show of it with a friend.

And yet Lena had said this was fine for two friends to do. And yet she'd promised herself she would go through with whatever her friend suggested. And yet this was just another obstacle between her and snuggling up with the man she craved to hold against her. Lena was moving things so, so fast for Sophia but she didn't have much choice but to try and keep up.

> Alright, on three… one… two… three.

With a short shuffle forward Sophia swung her arm back then brought it down squarely on the exposed hind quarters of her friend. She could barely bring herself to look but there was no mistaking the moment she connected as a resounding clap and her friend's voice sounded out across the room.

“Ooh!... One.”

The sound of it made Sophia feel horrible. It took some effort not to break character to ask if the girl was alright. She glanced at the others, nervous and uncertain. Alan was watching them both, his expression undiscernable. Lena turned to the side away from him, shooting her a wink. ‘Harder’ she mouthed so Alan couldn't see it.

> Harder? But I…

Sophia gulped at the girl's instruction. She could see her friend's bum shine a faint pink where she'd already hit her. She didn't think she had it in her to hit her any harder. ‘I can't’ she tried to mouth back, but the girl had already turned away. There was no helping it. If Lena said it was fine then she just had to go through with it.

Stooping down so as not to extend herself so much, Sophia stepped forward to deliver another blow to her friend’s backside. She had to hold her eyes open to aim but she couldn’t bear to look straight at her target. From the corner of her eyes she saw the slap connect. The padding of Lena’s backside yielded to her palm.

“Ah!... Two.”

The smack that time left a more prominent patch of red. Sophia worried she might have overdone it but the way Lena wiggled her bum at her was as if to say ‘is that all you’ve got?’

> Was that not any better? I… If that's what she wants.

She had to keep reminding herself that this was what she signed up for. Lena knew what she was doing. She wouldn’t let her friend seriously hurt her. Sophia had to stoop right down to deliver the power needed. She had no idea what that looked like to Alan but then she didn’t see the appeal in any of this to begin with. Perhaps this was exactly what he liked to see.

“Oh!... Three… Ahh!... Four.”

Each number was accompanied by a wiggle of Lena’s tush, encouraging her to keep going. She had no idea how long this was meant to go on for. Ten, maybe? With each spank she attempted to deliver more power than the last. For a second she spied a flirty smile on Lena’s lips as she turned back to her with a wink and a mouthed instruction to put everything she had into it.

“Five, ngh… Six…”

The impact echoed through Lena’s body, sending it into motion with captivating jiggles. Sophia was starting to realise she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was. Only now, pushing herself beyond her limits, did it appear like Lena had even started bracing against her strikes. She’d been so worried at first about hurting her friend at the start of this, perhaps she wasn’t even capable of doing so.

“Seven… Ah… Eight…”

Was her performance so far not good enough? She was too embarrassed to look Alan in the eye to see what he thought of all this, and Lena would never express it if she was disappointed. What more could she do though? Was part of her still holding back?

“Nine… Ooh…”

One last look from Lena over her shoulder, biting her lip, pleading for a little bit more. An image flashed before Sophia's eyes. The kiss she'd shared with Alan. The nonsensical jealousy. That was it! She could channel that emotion. The irritation at seeing Alan romantically engaged with another woman. Alan was hers to kiss! Stepping back she lifted her arm to swing down with everything she could muster.

“Ahh!”

The swing was wild, fuelled by emotion, holding nothing back, but it wasn't Lena who cried out. She hadn’t been paying attention, so focused on her target she lost track of her own extremities. Unexpected pain surged out from where Sophia's own body had been right in the path of the blow. Her boobs were in the way. They were always in the way. Sophia's cry was pain and shock but most of all a **** moan.

> No, please, not again.

She clamped her thighs together, a futile attempt to keep herself under control. Her gaze locked straight to Alan like a starving wolf, the animalistic urge to pounce on him stronger than ever. The eyes looking back at her were confused and uncertain, having no idea what was going on with her. She didn't know herself. Why was she like this today? This wasn't something the show did to her. This was all herself, some deep repressed feeling come spilling out.

Lena must have seen the hunger in her eyes. She darted back to the sofa, cosying up on Alan's side, running hands up and down his figure, whispering teasing words into his ear.

“Teacher's hot for Sir~. I slipped something special in Miss Baxley's tea earlier so Sir can have some fun too.”

Alan looked at the girl, not sure if she was serious. The sight of them sharing a glance was too much for Sophia. She collapsed to her knees at the foot of the sofa, any notion of roleplay abandoned. Her head was too overloaded.

“Hehehe, see? She wants you so bad.”

Lena pressed up against Alan, rubbing their bodies close together as she slid down to join Sophia on the floor. A little too close. Alan’s bulge was strained against his underwear and somewhere in the jostling it managed to break free from its cradle, springing to full mast through the hole in the fabric.

Three bodies froze in stunned silence at once, all eyes on the penis asserting itself between them. Two of them had gazes cast in uncertainty, unsure if this mishap went beyond the third’s limits. They pulled their eyes from the member to look her way, waiting for her word on how to proceed.

Sophia barely noticed them. Seeing Alan’s manhood was like cracks in a dam for her. Her body surged with need, confusing urges that always felt so repulsive to her before. She hated this. She could barely contain herself. She wanted so badly to let go. To do things for Alan. To let him make her orgasm to free her from this torment. But she couldn’t. Not here in front of Lena. Not here dressed up as some slutty parody of herself. Not here with this unromantic backdrop of a ramshackle stripper stage. That wasn’t how she wanted her memory of her first time to go.

She needed to control herself. She needed to rein it in. She needed… She needed so many things. And so did Alan. His penis was right there, begging for her attention, but she couldn’t give him it. Not yet. She… She needed to give him something. She couldn’t just leave him like this. She…

“Lena.”

Her voice came out a hoarse whisper. Her throat was so dry. The girl was already looking her way, studying her face. Sophia couldn’t bring herself to say what she wanted from her but her friend seemed to understand from the look in her eye.

“You sure?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Just a little… right?”

“M… Mhm.”

She couldn’t believe what she was doing, what she was allowing to take place. She was really asking her friend to touch her boyfriend’s penis. Some tiny, pulsing part of her was aching with curiosity. Some part of her just wanted reminding of how nasty it was in some futile attempt to curb her arousal. She was running on instinct at this point, what little brainpower she could muster spent suppressing the urge to lose all control.

Just like that the stillness was broken. Lena circled around to position herself between Alan’s legs, the schoolgirl veneer propped back up as though it had never dropped.

“Miss Baxley says that I’m allowed to play with you. I think you’ll enjoy the games I like to play, hehe.”

Lena’s position was the same one Sophia had been in hours before; on her knees, between legs, penis looming over her, several pairs of eyes locked on her in anticipation. The context could not be more different though. Lena was doing all this out of love for the couple. She oozed sexy confidence and her gaze smouldered with playful intent. Nothing had **** her to do this. She was in complete control.

Alan was completely transfixed by the seductive redhead before him. With Sophia’s permission he had allowed himself to relax into what was about to happen. Lena started by adjusting her top. Dragging the fabric down, she pressed her boobs against her knuckles and lifted them from their holding, squeezing them against her chest in just the right way to make them look doubled in size. Teasingly hiding her nipples in her palms, she leaned in just enough for her assets to brush against his manhood.

“You like that, don’t you, Sir? Miss Baxley’s are so much nicer than mine though, aren’t they?”

For a moment Alan broke free of his spell to look at Sophia.

“Mm… Yeah.”

He blushed as he said it, second guessing himself over what his girlfriend wanted to hear. She tried her best to return a warm smile. Just a second of his attention was enough to shoot tingles down her spine and send her body begging for his touch once again.

Movement drew his gaze back to the woman between his legs. Lena had started moving her chest in tiny, deliberate motions, brushing her boobs against his member like it was a delicate work of art, enough to tease and tantalise but not to work him up any further.

“Miss Baxley’s boobs would be so good for this, wouldn’t they? Imagine sticking your cock in those big, soft pillows, watching it get all swallowed up, hehe. Wouldn’t that be so wonderful? Don’t you want to give that warm, beautiful bosom the loving it deserves?”

“Mm, yeah…”

The word leaked from Alan’s lips, too mesmerised to let those earlier concerns bother him anymore. This time it was Sophia’s turn to blush. She knew what Lena was doing, trying to plant ideas in her boyfriend’s head, nudging the boy to indulge in her ‘fetish’. Once again she regretted not shutting her friend down on that particular belief.

She didn’t have time to dwell on that though. Lena’s movements had captured her almost as much as they had Alan. The sensual performance spoke to something deep inside of her that so rarely got to come out. Never before would Sophia have thought she could be so fascinated by something so indecent, such was the confounding depths of her arousal right now. Jack would claim this was her true self, her repressed slutty nature clawing to break free. Even humouring that idea was horrifying, but what other answer was there? The show wasn’t responsible for her feeling this way. Not directly at least. This terrifying hunger consuming her thoughts was entirely her own.

Every move Lena made was both steamy and calculated, one step in a carefully planned and perfectly executed routine. Perhaps she’d done this same dance dozens of times before. Lena seemed almost in a trance herself, carried along by muscle memory as she gazed up at the man whose cock she was teasing. Her next move was to lean in, sticking out her tongue ever so slowly and gingerly to brush the surface just below the head of his penis.

“Ngh!...”

So high-strung by the atmosphere, Alan held back a grunt as his member twitched at the contact. A single droplet of pearly fluid emerged from the tip. Sophia watched wide-eyed as the drop split in two, half dribbling down along the length of his shaft, the other rolling forward to land delicately on Lena’s tongue.

A terrible flush was spreading across Sophia’s body. She’d permitted this performance hoping the lewd display would temper her unwanted urges but it had only made things worse. Despite the prospect of feeling that nasty fluid on her tongue, Sophia found she yearned to be in Lena’s place between Alan’s legs. The two of them shared a gaze so tender and intimate. How could this girl make something so vulgar look so romantic? Jealousy bubbled up in the pit of Sophia’s stomach, threatening to well up and lash out.

“Lena…”

Her voice came out quiet but it was enough to stir the girl from the moment. Without missing a beat Lena pulled back and rose to her feet, stuffing her boobs back into her top and dusting herself down.

“I hope you enjoyed this little appetiser, hehe. It’s time your girlfriend and I started getting ready for the next part.”

Taking Sophia’s hand and pulling her to her feet, Lena began leading her along the side of the catwalk. The whole way along she looked back at her boyfriend slumped back in his seat and the trace of pearly goop still dribbling down his shaft. Their time together had only made her pine for his touch even more. As they rounded the corner into the bedroom Lena shut the door over behind them.

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“Oh my God, Fifi, I’m so sorry. I took things too far. I shouldn’t have-”

“Lena,” she called out, cutting her friend off. “I… I don’t think I can take this much longer.”

Her body squirmed as she spoke. She hated feeling like this. This incessant horniness, filling her with uncomfortable urges, pulling her mind in different directions, making her want things that went against her very nature. It was every bit as bad as the compulsions infesting her brain. Was this what other women felt during sex? She hated it. She hated it so much.

Lena looked her up and down, taking in every sign of arousal her friend was giving off. The full-body flush, the way she ground her thighs together standing on the spot, the heaving of her chest with every fevered breath she took.

“Oh, wow, babe… I get ya. I thought it was something I did. Alright, we can get this wrapped up then. We can skip the cow dress and finish up with-”

“No,” Sophia interrupted her again, compelled by her earlier promise, “I’ll wear the cow dress. First I mean.”

As nice as it would have been not having to wear that humiliating outfit, it wasn’t an option unless Lena outright told her not to. She was **** to insist on wearing it to her friend. If this was anyone but Lena she’d have died of shame, but where others would have teased or stared in judgment, this one only smiled proudly.

“Alright, alright, but let’s make it quick. I’ll strap you in. You go out and moo and shake those sexy udders and all that and I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Sound good, babe?”

“Yeah, sure.”

While it didn’t sound very good at all to Sophia she was relieved to hear it would only be a couple of minutes at least.

“It's a plan then.”

Lena didn't even give Sophia the chance to start undressing herself. Seeing the helpless state her friend was in she immediately took charge of stripping her of her clothing. Sophia let herself get swept up in it, her body too wound up for her to care even as Lena slid her knickers down her legs. It was the very same outfit she’d tried on to send pictures of the week before, essentially a holstein bikini held together by leather strips crisscrossing her body, fishnet tights attached to the bottoms. She had to be stripped down completely before Lena could start feeding her limbs into it. They both did their best to ignore the juices leaking onto the bed.

This may not have been Sophia’s first time wearing the dress in her memories, but it was certainly her first time conscious of it. It made her boobs bulge up so much more than she remembered. She could have sworn Lena must have shortened the straps at the top to push her tits out even further in front of her. A hairband with horns and ears went on over her head. The entire ensemble felt so dehumanising, but the worst part of all was the leather collar, strapped around her neck with a cowbell attached. Every time she moved her head the bell would ding, forcing her to sit still to avoid the humiliating noises. The collar, just like the ones she and Heather were **** into at the studio, felt just as much a symbol of everything she hated most. Her friend remained oblivious as she tied it round her neck.

“Wow, this dress shows your boobs off so nicely. Though I guess we shouldn’t call them boobs when you’re being a cow, should we? More like udders, yeah? Huge milkers. Big fat milk bags, hehehe. Gosh, it just feels wrong not to address how big these things are when they’re out on open display like that.”

> Udders… Milkers… Milk bags… Being a cow…

> Huge… Fat… Feels wrong not to address… how big they are… On open display…

“Hello? Fifi? Don’t zone out on me now, babe. It’s nearly time to head out again. Remember now, no talking when you go out there. Cows don’t talk, they moo.”

“Ah…”

The demand sent a chill down Sophia’s spine. She couldn’t help but think about being **** to moo during her intimacy training, seeing that horrifying vision of herself pregnant, dopey and attached to a milking machine. Was she really going to put herself through this?

“You can do that, right, Fifi?”

“Um, s-sure.”

It wasn’t like she had much of a choice. She’d promised her friend to put on a slutty little fashion show and she’d promised herself to follow every instruction to make it special for Alan.

“No holding back, okay? I want to hear every one of them from back here. I promise you, it’s going to be fun. You’ll want to be a cow for Alan every time he comes over, I’m telling you. Now come on, hands and knees. Ass up, udders out. That’s it. Alan better have a tissue ready, cos he’s gonna jizz himself when he sees you like this, for real.”

Sophia brushed off her friend’s crass encouragement with a blush. The floor burned against her knees, a stinging reminder of the subhuman posture she had been **** to adopt. She’d told herself so many times that she never wanted Alan to see her like this, and yet a big part of her didn’t care about any of that right now just for the chance to feel her beloved’s masculine presence beside her again.

> Why am I like this? I hate this so much!

For a second she thought about making herself cum, putting a stop to these uncomfortable urges that made her feel like this was okay. She knew this feeling wouldn’t last. And that when it faded, shame at all the ways she had let it control her would rush in to take its place.

She couldn’t do it though. For as much embarrassment as this feeling put her through, it was also key to achieving her goals tonight, to push through her hangups and make her first time with Alan truly special for them both. She needed to want him as much as she did right now. It was just a few minutes, a few short minutes she needed to endure before the final costume change and she was free to whisk her lover away back to the bedroom.

“Off you go.”

With a swat on the butt Lena sent her off back into the hallway. On hands and knees she crawled along the padded walkway back to see her beloved, the bell around her neck ringing out to sound her approach,

“Moo!”

She rounded the corner mid-noise, her face immediately heated up as she locked eyes with Alan from across the room. She hadn’t seen herself in a mirror but she was devastatingly aware of how she must look. Bum billowing up in the air, her body encased in nothing but fishnet tights, leather straps and scraps of cow print fabric, her fat milkers swinging from side to side below her.

> F-Fat milkers?!... Wh-Why did I…?!

What had possessed her to call them that? Sure she was being a cow, but… but she didn’t need to dehumanise herself like that. And calling them fat?!...

> I-I mean, I guess they are fat, it’s true…

There was no hiding that, not when they were right there, hanging out on open display, right in everyone’s faces. They… They were just so big. It felt so wrong not to address that. There was no sense in living in denial.

“Moo!”

She continued to crawl, her… huge udders pushed out in front just as Lena had told her to, the brass bell ringing around her neck with every step as if to announce to the world ‘I’m just a filthy animal’. Half her mind was begging to know why she was putting herself through this while the other half sent shivers down her spine at the thought of Alan patting her on the head.

“Wow, I… I never expected something like this from you, princess.”

“Moo!” she agreed, her breath ragged. She was drawing closer now, but one major obstacle stood between her and her goal…

Alan was in much the same position she left him, leaned back, comfortable against the sofa’s backrest, naked save for his underwear. And his penis, erect and sticking out the front of them. Sophia knew the second her heavy hanging milkers got near it, the curse of her Fuck Pillows would take hold, forcing her to rub it between them as she mooed along. Visions of recent memories flashed before her eyes. No, not again!

Deviating from her path, Sophia crawled over to the far side of the sofa, clambering up to approach her lover from another angle. The motion sent her bell jangling discordantly and her big milk bags swaying with rhythmic, humiliating weight, both irritating reminders of her bovine position.

Even from this vantage point, however, it seemed far too risky to approach. Alan’s manhood was in the worst possible location, promising to be right there beneath her big udders if she got too close. Alan’s gaze was glued to her the whole time, oblivious to her dilemma. She wished she could tell him what the problem was, but even with human words she couldn’t have possibly explained it. And the best she could do now was…

“Mooooo!”

Alan continued watching her, a mix of amusement and attraction written on his face. Sophia blushed as his eyes trailed up and down her body taking in every bit of her.

> Oh, please don’t let this be his lasting impression…

Sophia eyed him down in return. She was **** to move things on. Every second here etched ‘cow Sophia’ deeper into his memory. She couldn’t see a way past this though. His member was right there. No matter how she looked at it, her fat udders were in the way of things.

> No! Don’t think that!

Too late she stopped the thought running through her head. Her body shook as another surge of arousal ran through it, cutting deep with need for her lover. She couldn’t help herself. Her arm lunged out, grabbing Alan by the shoulder and pulling him towards her. Caught completely off guard, he tensed up just a second before allowing himself to be dragged round onto his back.

In a flurry of desire Sophia bowed down to plant her lips on his, running her arms up to finally feel the chest of the man whose body she’d yearned for all night. It was so rigid, so firm; the chest of a man she could trust to lean on, and that was why she loved him. Until the feeling passed she allowed herself to indulge in demonstrating that love. Even as they parted, a piece of her yearned to stay kissing him all night and see where that took them.

“I’ve never seen a cow do that before.”

Sophia smiled back at her boyfriend’s attempt at humour but her mind was elsewhere. This position, gazing longingly and caringly down into her lover’s eyes, her heavy bosom filling the space between them, reminded her so much of one of her earliest experiences on the show. The warm intimate glow deep inside as she fed her nipple to her mentee’s lips. She’d told herself she wanted to share that experience with Alan. No milk flowed from them now to recreate that feeling of maternal connection, but this was her chance to make up for everything she owed him, even if just for a few minutes.

Alan’s face looked so serene as he stared up at her from below. Without a sound she brought a hand up to push aside her top, freeing a nipple to lean in and feed into his mouth. Alan looked surprised for just a second before he readily accepted it. This wasn’t their first time breastfeeding him after all, just the first time that she was conscious for.

“Mooo-OOOoooOOOO-aaahhh!”

What started as an affectionate moo devolved into a deep frantic moan the moment Alan’s lips wrapped around her. Her body was so charged, her nipples so sensitised by an hour of growing need that even just the slightest suction was enough to bring her right up to the edge. Alan took the cry for encouragement. He wrapped an arm around her back to keep her from pulling back, eager to inflict as much pleasure as possible.

Sophia was so embarrassed. He must have thought her such a slut. A single night’s promise to try and let her inhibitions come down and he had her moaning like this at the slightest touch. She couldn’t help it though, how much her body yearned for him. Her bell rang wildly as she squirmed under his attention. Her bum wiggled about in the air uncontrollably like a dog excited to be by its master’s side. She couldn’t even hope to handle a coherent word with the state she was in. As much as she tried to deny it, she was just as much an animal in heat as she looked in this humiliating dress. Second by excruciating second her thoughts descended into madness as everything she had went into holding herself together.

> Aaahhh, nonono not like- ngh ohgodohgod I can’t, I can’t- ah, nonoplease, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-

Alan was relentless, relishing the rare chance to make his girlfriend feel good. He had no intent of letting up. He’d pushed her udders together, guiding both of her nipples to his lips at once to rapidly run his tongue between them. The stimulation was simply too much. She was going to cum. All that effort holding herself back for tonight, all of it was going to waste. She couldn’t help it though. Her lover was not going to stop until he’d sent her convulsing in ecstasy.

The moment she realised that, she let go.

“AAAAayyyyeeeEEEeeeEEeeeEeeee…”

The crash was instant as she opened the dams. Her moan was ugly and primal. Her hips bucked the air as she lost control of her muscles. Her bell rang out a cacophony but she barely heard it. She’d been **** through many orgasms since starring on the show, but this was the first one she’d wanted with her heart and soul. It hit her so much harder than any that had come before.

“Please, Alan, stop! I can’t take anymoOoOore!”

Her plea came out weak and shaky. In the moments she managed to hold her head still to look down at her love she saw his lips curl into a smile. He gave a few more teasing licks before letting her go and she immediately fell back in a heaving, panting mess. Her roleplay was long forgotten. She just couldn’t spare a thought for it.

“You enjoyed that, princess?”

Alan had pushed himself back up. He was facing her with a big warm smile on his face, no doubt overjoyed to finally see her truly enjoy intimate contact between them. It was embarrassing for Sophia, but she knew it would be cruel to her lover to deny it now.

“I-I did… Thank you.”

Lying there in the afterglow, however, something was growing rapidly apparent. Her body wasn’t cooling down. Her aching yen to feel Alan’s skin against hers was not going away. Even as she sat recovering from her boyfriend’s suckling, part of her urged to dive back in. What was going on with her? During any one of their intimacy sessions an orgasm had always been enough to satisfy her body’s needs, but now it only made her hunger for him more. What was wrong with her!?

“Fifi~, it’s time~”

Hearing her friend’s voice, Sophia looked over to see Lena watching them from around the corner. Of course she had seen the whole thing. Where Sophia might have been self-conscious though, her thoughts instead were racing. Lena knew more about sex than anyone else she knew. If anyone knew what was going on with her body it was her. Not even bothering to fix herself up Sophia padded through to follow her friend into the other room, leaving the man she craved behind in search of answers.

“This is going so well, Fifi. Y’know, when you invited me round to do this I was worried you weren’t ready to let go and make this a fun night. I’m so glad to see you both enjoying yourselves. Now let’s get you changed quickly so you can get about returning your man the favour, hmhm?”

“Lena, please, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I… Alan, he… I had an… an orgasm, but this feeling won’t go away.”

“Oh, Fifi, honey. Girls don’t finish like that so easily. You’re so high-strung, it’s going to take much more than one big O to see you satisfied.”

“I don’t like this. I want it to be over!”

“You’re just scared because it’s new to you. You’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll wish you could go back to feeling like this, trust me. Let yourself enjoy it while it lasts.”

“B-But I-”

“Come on. We’ve reached the final stretch. Hurry up and get changed if you want it over with so badly.”

“I… O-Okay.”

There was no sense arguing with that. It was true they were approaching the end, the very thing Sophia had been enduring the feeling all this time for. She could hold out just a little bit longer. Leaning back against the bed for support she resigned herself to letting her friend dress her up for the final act.

Her nerves starting to settle, Sophia finally took note of the world around her once again. A fair bit had changed since she was out. Foremost was the copious level of skin Lena was showing as she leaned in to pull apart the various leather straps across her friend’s body, on par with how much Sophia’s cow dress revealed. The girl had gotten changed into her final outfit in the time she was away, now donning a frilly deep green lingerie set with garter and stockings, complimenting well the red of her hair. Bearing all the beauty and poise of a lingerie model it almost felt completely natural for Lena to be walking around the apartment like this. That level of confidence in her own body was something Sophia could never hope to emulate.

Lena wasn’t the only thing different though as she looked about the room. The lights were dimmed, candles lit, and slow sensual music was playing through the speakers.

“I got it all ready for you, babe. I know you’d have wanted to plan out your first time to be as romantic as possible. It’s been a little short notice but I did what I could.”

“Thank you, Lena!”

Sophia was genuinely touched by her friend’s thoughtfulness. In deciding to guarantee her first time with Alan that night she’d been so sure she was giving up her shot to make the moment as magical as she’d always wanted it to be.

“Don’t thank me 'til it's over, alright?”

Having freed her friend from the web of straps that was the cow dress, the lace-clad attendant set the outfit aside and returned with Sophia’s own pile of frilly garments.

“Watch carefully, babe. You’re gonna have to take this off on your own in a little bit.”

The girl led her through each of the articles as she put them on her. The bra and panties needed no explanation and the stocking were much like her tights from work but everything beyond that was new territory for Sophia. Lena showed her how the garter belt tied around her waist then hooked into the stockings before pulling the whole thing tight. A night gown with no fastenings was stepped into and lifted up into place to avoid dragging the sleek, delicate garment across her heavy bosom. Lena explained how she needed to pull the fabric off her shoulders then drop her arms and the whole thing would drop seductively to the floor. Finally a corset was pulled snug around her waist, forcing the gown to cling to every one of her curves. Lena tied a necklace with a blue gem around Sophia’s neck before stepping back to admire her work.

“Oh my God, Fifi! I cannot believe how stunning you look. You look just like a real princess. Here, take a look!”

With bounding excitement Lena took Sophia’s arm and pulled her over to the full-length mirror. What Sophia saw there caught her completely off guard. With how the night had gone, every outfit Lena had her put on sluttier than the last, Sophia had fully expected the one she would lose her virginity in to be the worst of them all, that Lena would take the climax to dress her in the most salacious, revealing and objectifying outfit she could. That her and Alan’s memories of their special moment would be tainted by the vision of her dressed like a whore.

That wasn't the case though. Lena was right. The gown she’d dressed her in was flowing, elegant and beautiful, hugging her body in as tasteful a way as any garment designed for sex appeal could do. Only a hint of her skin showed through the rosy hue of sheer fabric veiling her body in her favourite shade of pink. This was exactly the sort of thing she could have seen herself wearing for Alan after overcoming her issues with intimacy. An ample amount of cleavage was on display where the bra pushed her boobs up and together but that was only to be expected. Sophia was horny and tipsy enough to not let that dampen the moment. Perhaps that night really would feel special for her after all.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Lena!”

“Oof-”

In a flurry of emotions Sophia had spun around to embrace her friend. The surprise impact of their boobs knocked the wind from Lena’s chest before she returned the hug with a loving smile.

“I just knew you’d like it, babe. Alan’s gonna love it too, I guarantee.”

A single tear of joy welled in Sophia’s eyes. She was just so happy with how things had turned out. Lena wasn’t just pushing her to mindlessly sexualise herself. She really did want her friend to find her own style of intimacy. For all the stress and embarrassment Lena’s guidance caused her, it was showing it really did hold the potential to improve her life, helping her break free of the mental cage she was stuck in without compromising who she was… If only she was receiving it under better conditions. In another world she would have liked to go on this journey together with her friend, a world without the show manipulating them both to turn her into something she didn’t want to be.

“I guess I’ll say my goodbyes now seeing as how we’re hugging and all. I won’t hang around while you two little lovebirds are getting busy. All my stuff’s outside the door ready. Have the most amazing night, alright, Fifi?”

Sophia didn’t bother to fight the compulsion this time. She’d already kissed the girl in greeting on the way in. Leaning in, she planted her lips on those of her friend, feeling the heat of her uncovered skin through the sheer material covering her own. One hand brushed over Lena’s bare back, the other rose to run through her silky red hair and pull their faces together. Her heightened emotions poured into the intensity with which their bodies entwined. Sophia zoned it all out, letting the compulsion lead her muscles along. It didn’t mean anything. It was just being friendly.

“I will, Lena… Thank you for doing all this for me… It means so much…”

It took effort to get the words out, snatching opportunities in the moments she pulled back for breath. The conversation went on despite how engaged both their lips were. It all felt so surreal to Sophia. She barely knew what was going on.

“I told you… don’t mention it… If you want to thank me… promise… you’ll tell me exactly how it goes tonight… I want to hear every sordid detail, hehe…”

“I will…”

In the heat of the moment Sophia barely noticed what she agreed to. Only as the promise locked itself into her mind did she realise she’d stumbled into another. A promise to divulge every lewd little detail of her first time with Alan. Her face burned so bright with the thought of the story she would tell, she poured all her focus into the kiss just to run from the shame of it, pressing their faces tightly together so that neither of them could say a word. Lena’s eyes lit up with amusement but she humoured the effort, tilting her head to lock their lips further. Her hands were tracing Sophia’s hips, no doubt like how Alan’s would later that night. How she wished it was his lips on hers instead.

It wasn’t until Lena wrenched herself apart that Sophia realised she’d been absorbed in the kiss far longer than she needed to.

“I know you don’t want to see me go, babe, but it almost seems you were starting to enjoy yourself.”

“I was just thinking of Alan.”

Sophia attempted to defend herself. She still wasn’t sure what people thought about the way she kissed them in greeting. While people acted like it was perfectly natural at first, that pretence seemed to wear off the longer the kiss went on. She needed to be careful not to let them drag on in the future.

“Oh, I’m sure. Let’s not keep you apart then. This is the grand finale. Let’s make it a show to remember.”

Lena explained how she wanted things to go. The final act would be a typical catwalk. Lena would go out first, strutting her stuff and setting the mood ready for Sophia’s appearance. Then it would be all up to her to put Alan fully under her spell.

“You ready for this?”

“I’m ready.”

Sophia’s mood had only lifted as she listened to Lena’s guidance for her final act. Compared to everything that had come before that night, what her friend wanted her to do was not so bad. It wasn’t mooing or spanking or grinding in Alan’s lap. It was daresay romantic, nothing like the slutty acts she’d been dreading Lena had been leading her up to. She couldn’t be happier.

“Knock him dead.”

With those final words Lena turned to leave the room. A moment later Sophia followed after her, heading to watch her friend’s performance from around the corner and wait for her cue. What she witnessed there blew her away.

The second Lena stepped up on the catwalk her whole posture shifted. Like a switch had been flipped, she suddenly exuded a confidence that seemed to demand the attention of everyone in the room. Clearing her throat to grab her audience’s attention, she started a practiced sexy stride around the corner and up to the stage. Her hips rocked from side to side with every step. Her hands trailed up and down her body to accentuate its curves. She made it all look so effortless, like unadulterated eroticism was part of her very nature.

Reaching the stage, her attention fell completely on Alan. With one hand on her hip she bent down towards him, offering a generous view of her shapely jugs. From her vantage point Sophia could only just see as Lena raised her hand to gently blow the boy a kiss. Alan was entranced, watching her raptly with eyes and mouth agape. Never had he seen a show like this before. His prude fiancée had no hope of matching a performance like this.

And yet she needed to. She hungered for her lover’s attention like she never had before. She wanted him to look at her like he looked at Lena now. Even if that meant stepping out of her comfort zone, putting herself on sexual display for him.

Even if that meant using her one advantage over Lena, her greatest shame and insecurity.

“Um…”

She wasn’t sure the best way to do it, but she needed Alan to look her way. Her utterance worked well enough, as two pairs of eyes turned her way. Now she needed to remember Lena’s guidance. She’d styled this act after those scenes from the movies, with the girl turning up to the prom or the ball and stealing the spotlight as heads turned at her arrival. Such a romantic idea had made Sophia giddy with excitement. She didn’t know if she could pull it off, but she wanted to so bad.

“May I come in?”

‘Play to your strengths’ Lena had said. ‘Play the shy girl who doesn’t realise how beautiful she is.’ And so as she felt attention shift to her she lingered by the entryway, hands up on the wall beside her, smiling coyly back at Alan, teetering as though summoning up the courage to enter.

“Please do.”

Alan’s eyes were entirely on her now. Him nearly naked with his penis erect and hanging out wasn’t the most romantic thing for her to walk into, but… it wasn’t the worst thing either, at least with how she felt at the moment.

Now was the time to focus on herself though. Ever so slowly she began to move forward, all of her effort put into enacting the pointers Lena had given on how to be alluring and irresistible. It all started with the hips. ‘Take it as slow as you need to. Focus on a smooth, seductive rhythm. Draw a figure eight with your pelvis, slightly out of sync with your footsteps.’ It was a similar motion to some of the dances Sophia did, though she had never done any dance as sensuous as this. She couldn’t see her hips but she could imagine the corset accentuating every move they made, turning every sweeping step into a sultry bid for attention, so out of character with how she usually presented herself.

If that was all Sophia needed to do she could have lived with the shame of it, but any walk would look stiff if it was only the lower body that was moving. Her hips weren’t the only thing that needed to sway, and though she’d just told herself she would gladly use her boobs to grab Alan’s attention, it was a different beast altogether now his eyes were set on her.

Her mind was split in three. Some small, horny, tipsy side of her was so tired of being ashamed. It wanted so badly to let it all go, to tear her dress down and scream ‘Look at them, Alan! They’re part of me! Love them like you love me!’ The thought that such an idea was even remotely appealing to her was horrifying to Sophia. The rational, sober part of her still clinging to dignity urged her to pull her gown tight and cease embarrassing herself, though it had all but been drowned out this far into the night, its only influence a nagging reminder of how shameful her behaviour was being.

The greatest part of mind though just wanted to keep her promise. Not the compulsive promise to put on a slutty fashion show with Lena, but the promise she’d made to herself, to go along with all her friend’s suggestions in order to make this the most special night for Alan she could. Tonight wasn’t about her dignity. It was about thanking her love for all his time spent putting up patiently for a woman who couldn’t give him everything he needed and deserved. It was about deepening their bond at a time when the show was doing everything in its power to put obstacles between them. That was why she would fight through any amount of shame and self-consciousness to keep going.

> Alan and I are going to make love for the first time tonight. Why should it matter that I’m showing him my boobs?

And so with a blush she began twisting her shoulders in opposite directions, swinging her jugs from side to side like a big, heavy pendulum in time with the sway of her hips. There was no ignoring how exposed they were. The neckline fell beyond Sophia’s line of sight, placing her fat tits on open display. Her cleavage glistened with sweat as though to further her embarrassment, and though her Knockers alteration was no longer active, their immense weight still threatened to knock her off balance on her high heels with every swinging step.

Slowly she made her way forward, swaying her body to a rhythm unheard, feeling the gazes of her friend and lover crawl over every one of her curves. Lena shot her a subtle wink, letting her know she was doing everything as she was meant to. Alan was dumbstruck, taking in this new alluring side to his lover. His hand unconsciously rose to take hold of his twitching member, aching to indulge itself to a sight he clearly enjoyed just a little too much. Sophia’s stomach turned but then immediately settled. It was okay. It was perfectly okay for him to be excited by such an erotic display from his lover. She had all of his attention now just like she wanted and it felt just as good as it did embarrass her, knowing he wanted her just as much as she needed to feel his touch. No amount of squeamishness was going to get in the way of them basking in each other’s presence.

Sophia didn’t make her way to the stage. Stepping down from the catwalk she made her over to stand in front of her beloved, offering out her hands for him to stand up. He did just that, straightening up to look her straight in the eye, their bodies as close as Sophia’s bosom would allow them to be. Bringing all her feelings to bear, she spoke the line that would finally bring the fashion show to a close.

“Would you care to come to bed with me?”

“I would go anywhere with you, princess.”

Sophia felt a flutter in her chest. She could feel Alan’s love and his warmth through her chest. She wished she could abscond with him right away but there were still some small matters to deal with first. She looked back to her friend.

“So, lover boy, did you enjoy our little show for you?”

“It was amazing, truly. I can’t believe you girls went through so much effort for me. That you were both willing to… show so much. I’m truly blown away by it.”

“And who would you say put on the sexier show for you?”

Sophia watched the exchange with baited breath. She knew Alan was the kind of man to always choose her. That was why she’d wagered against herself. She couldn’t deny that she was the least bit nervous, however. A blowjob was on the line if he chose her, an act that just the thought of made her viscerally uncomfortable. Perhaps it would be better if he chose Lena after all. There was no shame in losing to such a beautiful and sensual woman.

The tension only continued to grow as Alan looked between the girls, looking nervous over what he was thinking of saying. Was he really considering choosing her friend?

“Just be honest, my love. I promise you no one will feel offended.”

The line seemed to reassure him, as he finally started to speak.

“Lena, I have to say you are a phenomenally attractive woman. Your confidence is contagious, you’re funny and there’s never a dull moment with you around. It would be an obvious lie to say I wasn’t incredibly turned on when you kissed me before or when you… knelt between my legs. Such talent and passion for mutual enjoyment almost had me on my knees myself, and if I wasn’t a taken man I’d have no doubt been completely taken in by your charms…

“But Sophia is just something else entirely. Everything she does is so full of love, care and commitment. Her cute blush as she mooed and shook her cow bell; how flustered she got sitting in my lap; and most of all her heart-warming smile whenever she realised she was doing something right. She doesn’t need to dress up for me to see her true beauty shining through. But the fact that she did so anyway, pushed herself outside her comfort zone for me, I couldn’t help but be enthralled. Sophia isn’t sexy because of her body; her body is breath-taking because it belongs to her. And everyday I count myself the luckiest man in the world that I’m the one she chose to share it with.”

Alan was nearly blushing himself as he came to a stop, sheepish to have said so much, but Lena purred appreciatively at the compliment received.

“Ooh, look at you, Mr smooth talker. Words like those are what earn you an encore. Not tonight though. I feel like there's someone here raring to get you alone.”

Sophia was staring heatedly at Alan. His words had fanned the flames burning deep within her loins. There wasn’t a more attractive man in all the world to her right now and she wanted him so bad. It took all she had not to dive forward and start kissing every inch of his beautiful body. She wanted to make him feel good.

“I get the feeling you’re going to get extra lucky tonight.”

Lena slipped around behind his back, rubbing the man’s shoulders as she turned him straight to face his love, her lithe body rubbing against his back as she whispered playfully into his ear.

“Lucky?” he asked, struck by the wording and the way his lover was eying him.

“Why don’t you tell him what you have planned, Fifi.”

“I want you to sleep with me… t-to have sex with me, I mean.”

“A-Are you sure, princess!? I didn’t think you were ready. I thought we were going to wait til our wedding.”

“I’m positive. I want this, Alan. I want to be yours.”

“She thought it would be too much pressure to leave to the wedding day. She wants to get it out of the way, get in plenty of practice so she can be confident your wedding night will be special.”

“I… I see. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say a thing. This night is all about you, remember? The prize you’ve been waiting for all this time is standing right in front of you with open arms. Be the man you were meant to be and claim her.”

With a gentle push from Lena, Alan came stumbling forward into Sophia’s arms. Unable to save herself she dove in to wrap her arms around him and deliver a quick kiss to his lips. The moment her body had been yearning for so badly over the last hour was finally upon her. As she pulled away she took his hands back in hers, pleading with her eyes for him to join her.

“Alright, lead the way, princess. I’m ready.”

Without a second wasted she turned and pulled him by the hand, dragging him towards the bedroom.

“Have fun, you two. Speak to you tomorrow.”

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==Author's Note==

Thank you all for reading! I hope you are all enjoying the story. As usual the chapter ended up a bit longer than I had planned so apologies for making you wait.

A friend of mine has been suggesting to me to open up a Discord server for readers to make the story more interactive. I'll be posting my first drafts of chapters on there among other things so be sure to join up if you want to read ahead on the story and keep me on track to publish chapters quicker. (All of the major polls for Sophia's and Heather's alterations will still be posted to chyoa as usual.)

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