Intermission: Fun at the Fair, Part I

“-No no no!”

Sophia awoke with a start, jolting upright in a cold sweat. The pink fog had lifted in her waking moments and in its place arose abject panic at what was happening around her. Her heart raced as her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Where was she? Not the church, not her bedroom. It took a second to recognise the layout of her guest room, and even longer for the events of the previous night to sink in.

> It… It wasn’t real? It was all a dream? Oh, thank God!

Every muscle in Sophia’s body relaxed at once as a wave of relief crashed over her. It wasn’t real. That horrifying circus of debauchery hadn’t been her wedding. She hadn’t abandoned every one of her values and faculties to become the very thing she hated most. She hadn’t… She hadn’t debased herself sexually for the most despicable man in all the world…

That scene still appeared so fresh in her mind and it sickened her. Once Alan and Declan were done sharing her she’d scrambled disgracefully over on her knees to the man she hated most. She’d knelt before him, groveling and begging for him to **** her like a ‘filthy, used cumrag’ for ‘being such a stupid, horrible, difficult bitch to him’. He’d had her turn around and offer herself up to him, folding herself up to push her backside as far into the air as she possibly could, her heavy knockers squashed against the ground as they were **** to support the weight of her pornographic body. Then he entered her.

There was no pretence of foreplay or build-up. Jack only saw her as a meat puppet, doubly so the version of him that lived in her head, and that was exactly what she became. Taking a greedy, firm hold of her ample ass cheeks he began thrusting into her with might and speed that sent Sophia’s body reeling. Not even her huge, squishy fuck pillows being rammed into the ground were enough to absorb the sheer **** behind his thrusts. The side of her face chafed painfully against the floor. The entire time she did nothing but mewl and moan and drool and cry out demeaning remarks like what a ‘stupid cunt’ she was for resisting Jack’s efforts to make her into the ‘perfect woman’.

The memory of it disgusted Sophia. She could see the whole thing in her head like she’d been watching her own body from the outside. The pliant, lust-addled look on her face, the obscene, humiliating posture of utter submission, the sight of Jack’s penis vanishing over and over as he buried it inside her all the way up to the base. She could almost feel the bile rising in her stomach. To think she had dreamt of having sex with such a repulsive man in the most degrading way she could imagine. Only a handful of sex dreams she’d had in her life and now this ranked as one of them.

And the worst part of all was that it just went on and on and on. For what felt like hours until her final waking moments Jack had taken her from behind, sending her dream self to repeated orgasm, filling her body with load after load of his disgusting semen. All the while she’d watched as her bridesmaids sauntered out into the pews, propositioning every man and woman they came across with their sultry new bodies, turning what was meant to be a celebration of the purity and sincerity of her love for Alan into a carnival of lecherous sin. Her dream fog-addled self had lapped it all up.

…And that voice. Her own voice that she heard in her head, that convinced her to sink into debauchery. It claimed it was a part of her she’d been suppressing, a pervy deviant side of her that wanted to be treated like a sex doll to be used. Did that mean Liam was right, that deep down she really was the biggest pervert of all, getting off on being put through all of this? No, it couldn’t be! That was all just a dream, a horrible nightmare! The whole thing was a vision of her greatest fear, brought about by a troubled mind after the whole thing with Alan the night before. It didn’t reflect what she wanted at all!

> Alright, let's calm it down. It was just a dream. It doesn't mean anything.

Already the vision was beginning to fade from her mind as dreams did, though somehow she doubted she’d be able to forget this one completely. Something struck Sophia as odd though, and that was having the dream at all. Or waking up in her apartment. She was so sure the second she closed her eyes she'd be whisked away back to the studio and, if she was being honest, she kinda wished she had. Then she wouldn't have to deal with the mess that was everything that happened yesterday. She knew that was a cowardly thought though. She had to face the consequences of her actions, not bury her head and pretend it never happened.

She’d sucked cock yesterday. Three of them. And though one was her fiance’s and one was not in any way her fault, there was no denying her part in letting Liam shoot his seed straight into her stomach. She was the one who let him in. She was the one who laid there passively as he had his way with her body. She was the one who simply nodded along while he called her a pervert in denial. She’d blamed her compulsions, she’d blamed her guilt over what she’d done to Liam, she’d blamed her confusion over the revelation that she’d agreed to be on the show, but in the end there was no excuse for the things she did with Liam. She did it because she was weak.

That didn’t mean she could let Liam off the hook either though. He had just as big a role to play. Yes, she felt terrible about ruining his life, but that was a mistake, a single moment of weakness. She never meant for it to spiral out of control like that. Perhaps in some twisted karmic sense she deserved to be **** onto this show, but that was as far as it went. She didn’t owe Liam any inch of her body, and she wasn’t going to spend her life catering to his every perverted whim just because he had it in his head that she was just like him. She needed to make that clear to him next time he showed his face.

Blowjobs were far from the only thing that happened yesterday though. There was much more than that swirling around in Sophia’s head. Like her bonding session with Heather. The girl was nowhere to be seen right now, no doubt up making breakfast like the early bird she was. It was surreal what happened with her the day before, the state she was in when she pushed in past Sophia’s door. It was so disturbing to see her best friend like that, the swipe of a feather enough to knock her down. Sophia could never let her get back to that state. As embarrassing as that mutual groping was, she would put herself through it every single day if that was what it took for her friend to be herself.

Then there was the fashion show and all the shameful things that entailed. The things she’d worn, the things she’d done, they made her blush to remember all the ways she’d allowed herself to be pushed outside her comfort zone, all thanks to the heat that pulsed through her body throughout the night. It was clear now that Sophia’s body responded to the idea of her dirty cum pillows getting in the way. She loathed to call it a fetish, but… it did her no good to pretend otherwise. She was turned on by the inconvenience caused by her big, juicy melons.

And those words, why wouldn’t they stop? ‘Big, juicy melons’? ‘Dirty cum pillows’?! They were so disgusting, degrading, objectifying. They made her flinch internally every time she thought of them and yet those were the names she kept giving her boobs. She’d long since given up on remembering the proper word for them. It fell right out of her head the instant she heard it, like her brain didn’t want to know it. What could this all mean other than Liam’s closet pervert theory? She refused to believe it and yet the evidence was stacking up in front of her face. The source of her greatest shame was at the centre of her new lewd behaviour like she wanted them dominating her life.

And there was no denying that they dominated her life. Not after last night and the revelation that saw her running to her friend in tears. More than anything else, that was what she needed to face. Before ever knowing her as a woman, her perfect Prince Charming had fancied her as nothing more than a fat pair of tits.

…And if Sophia was being truly honest with herself, she didn’t blame him. That was how she appeared to the rest of the world. Why should she put Alan on such an impossibly high pedestal, thinking he wouldn’t have his own sexual interests like every other person on the planet? He’d done nothing wrong. She was the one getting worked up over something so silly as her lover finding her body attractive. She was the fool who’d naively convinced herself that the man who came to chat her up in the Student Union wasn’t simply there because she had the biggest rack in the room. She bet everyone else in that room had been laughing at her in their heads, her thinking their meeting some fairy tale happenstance and not just another man trying to get his hands into her blouse, because that was where all her value as a human being stemmed.

She wasn’t mad at Alan. It just hurt. It hurt so much that the foundation of their relationship was built upon her boobs. All their love, their shared dreams, their special moments; the whole time they’d been tainted by the same perverse desire for her bosom that fuelled her insecurity towards them. He’d done such a good job hiding it all this time for her sake, but now that she knew she couldn’t help seeing their entire relationship in a new light. It wasn’t the bastion of purity in romance she thought it was. It was something else, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to accept that.

Alan was out there somewhere. Perhaps still sleeping soundly in her bed, or perhaps he’d had as rough a night as she did. She needed to talk to him. Part of her was hoping to avoid it, and she feared if she didn’t see him now that part would win out. They needed to talk this out before things became too awkward between them.

Rising from her bed Sophia quickly slipped on some pajama bottoms but not bothering with a top, knowing she couldn’t put one on anyway without Heather’s cooperation. It felt especially **** for her to be going into this conversation with the cause of the issue so bare on display but she didn’t have a choice. She took a deep breath and headed out into the hallway.

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‘Princess, I’m really sorry about what happened last night. I wish I didn’t have to put you through that but I can’t change the past or the way that I am. I know you must be really hurting so I’m giving you time and space for yourself until you’re ready to talk about this. All I’ll say is that last night was truly special for me and will live with me for the rest of my life and I hope you feel the same. My deepest love, Alan xxx’

The note was left on the kitchen table. Sophia’s heart ached with bittersweet love as she read the final line. Their time together had been truly special for her as well. She just wished it hadn’t ended so sourly.

“So what are you gonna do?”

Heather spoke up from the far side of the kitchen where she stood leaning against the counter, munching away at a bowl of cereal in hand. She’d been there when Sophia came in, and after a quick ‘good morning’ she’d pointed out Alan’s note. Evidently she’d read it herself already but Sophia didn’t mind. She’d chosen to confide the issue with her friend. They were in it together.

“I don’t know.”

If she was honest, part of Sophia was relieved to find Alan gone when she came out of her room. It wasn’t that she wanted to avoid him. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for the uncomfortable conversation to follow.

“If he’s offered you space, there’s no shame in taking it. This isn’t a conversation you want to get into without a clear head. Alan will feel the same.”

“Yeah… I guess.”

It felt like putting off dealing with her issues, but she guessed Heather was right. Alan was likely just as affected by what had happened. She was doing him a service giving him some time to think as well.

As she stood lost in thought she heard Heather lay her bowl down and come up beside her, knocking into her side with a playful hip bump.

“Hey, it’s not all bad, right? Look on the bright side. Now you know Alan will be all too happy to give you those nipple twisters you love so much.”

“Come on, Heather. I don’t ‘love nipple twisters’.”

“Hmm, are you sure? I seem to remember a little something when we did it last night. Maybe we need a little test to see.”

Heather raised her hands to her jugs, teasingly stroking her nipples through her bra with her fingertips.

“No, please, Heather. Don’t do that!”

“I won’t have to if you tell me the truth.”

“Fine! Fine, alright. You’re right, Heather. I love having my nipples twisted.”

She spoke with a blush. She meant to say the words sarcastically to quiet her friend down but they came out sounding more genuine than she thought. Could she really claim they were a lie after what had happened the last few times? She always used to despise the idea of her big knockers being treated so roughly and carelessly but now her body couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Another sign of an inner pervert being suppressed?

“Hehe. I’m really starting to dig this new boob link. So many new ways to mess with you and they all sound like so much fun. Maybe I’ll take my top off today while you’re out with your sister in town.”

Heather continued teasing her own nipples, giggling like a schoolgirl as Sophia’s began poking through her bra hard and erect.

“P-Please don’t… We need to talk about that anyway, Heather. We’re going to need to be careful about when we take off our clothes.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Heather stopped teasing as she turned serious for a moment. “I think we’re going to have to sync up our showers from now on. And we’ll need like some kind of text code to warn each other we’re going to be taking our top off. Oh, being asleep doesn’t save you from it by the way. I tested it earlier while you were out and you sat up and started taking your bra off in your sleep until I put mine back on. I dunno if I’d have been stuck topless if you stripped off all the way.”

“Oh… That’s good to know.”

“Anyway, it’s starting to get on. Let’s talk more after we’ve both had a shower, alright?”

“Yes, yes, of course. I’ll go now while you finish your breakfast.”

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Sophia was sitting at her vanity when she heard the water go off. She was taking the time to do her makeup, unable as she was to finish getting dressed until Heather was done in the bathroom. It was while she was there poring over her face that she started noticing how dry her skin was on her face and her tits.

Unfortunately she knew all too well what the cause of it was. One of the disgusting mods her inverted self had chosen out for her made semen the only ‘skincare product’ that proved effective for her body. It made her gag to think about. There was just no way she would use that nasty, sticky slime as a face balm. She would just have to be more diligent with moisturiser in the future instead.

The door opened behind her, and Sophia watched in the mirror as Heather stepped into the room from the ensuite, towel draped around her waist, boobs hanging out as they were **** to be while she finished drying her hair.

“Hey, So, you feel any brushing on your- What are you doing?”

Heather stopped dead in her tracks, staring down at her friend with a puzzled look in her eye.

“Hm? What do you mean? I’m just doing my makeup.”

“No, why are you brushing your breasts with it?”

“I… just said. I’m doing my makeup.”

“That’s not… You’re winding me up, aren’t you?”

“I’m not, Heather. This is normal.”

“This is normal? You’re telling me this is something you normally do?”

“Y-... Yes.”

Sophia didn’t understand what her friend’s issue was. Sure she’d never done this before but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a normal thing for her to do. She had found the kit for it in her handbag after all.

“But why? Why though?”

“B-Because…”

Sophia was growing flustered the more her friend drew attention to it. Yes, it didn’t really make much sense. Her boobs already looked way too big without it and it was embarrassing to be painting shadows and highlights to draw eyes deeper into her greatest shame, but that was why she was trying not to think too hard and just get on with it.

“There’s no way this is a thing. You’re- I’m googling this.”

Heather grabbed her phone from the side where she left it and began tapping rapidly away at it, only for her eyes to widen as she checked out the results.

“Breast contouring? This is a thing?... But there’s no way it’s meant for girls with boobs so bi-”

“See, I told you, Heather” Sophia took the chance she was given to interrupt her friend before she grilled her anymore. “Why don’t you try it out for yourself?”

“Me? I don’t think I-”

“You want your boobs to look nice, don’t you?”

Sophia kicked herself the moment she said it. She very much did know her friend wanted her boobs to look nice, all thanks to the changes the show made to the girl’s mind and the inferiority complex she had surrounding them. Sophia felt awful taking advantage of her friend like this just to get out of an embarrassing conversation but it was too late to take it back now.

“...Nice?”

Sophia almost thought she saw her friend’s eyes glaze over as she repeated, so potent the effect the word had on her mind.

“Yeah, it really draws out what you’ve got and makes them pop. It makes them look so nice.”

“So… nice?… I… I guess we could give it a try then. I am livestreaming this afternoon. I do want to look my best.”

“That’s good. You come and sit here and I’ll get your boobs looking so good for you.”

Sophia felt her heart twisting in knots. At least she wasn’t doing any harm in taking advantage of her friend. If doing makeup like this was normal for her there couldn’t be anything wrong with getting her friend into it as well. She might even end up liking it. That was what Sophia told herself anyway as she picked out just the right shadow to accentuate Heather’s curves and draw eyes deep into her friend’s cleavage.

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“See you after, So. Have fun with your family. I’ll send my brother out for you.”

“Thanks Heather. You too. Best of luck with your stream. And remember, please don’t take your top off!”

As Heather pushed the door shut Sophia was left alone in her car waiting for Terry to arrive. She’d done everything in her power to fulfil her friend’s request, making all the girls agree to switch their phone off for the next two hours. Farah had a business phone Heather didn’t know the number of, and Lena had agreed to play along without question. The only issue had been Alan.

It felt too weird for their first contact after last night to be her asking him to turn his phone off. She asked Lena to do it instead, asking her to only drop her name if she absolutely had to to convince him. That much had drawn concerned questions from the girl. Sophia reassured her she hadn’t fallen out with Alan over the sex last night, but she would have to explain the rest of it to her later. There was no point in trying to hide it from Lena. She would manage to drag it out of one of them at some point anyway.

Now there was nothing left to do but go about her day and hope her friend’s stream didn’t turn out too bad. She didn’t know all the details of Heather’s streaming compulsion. She just hoped it wouldn’t **** her to do something she regretted.

A knock on the window got Sophia’s attention. She pressed the button to open the side door and let her friend’s brother in. He dropped himself heavily on the passenger’s seat the way that boys did.

“Hey Sophia.”

“Hi Terry.”

Without missing a beat she leaned in and pulled his head round to plant a kiss on his lips, arching her back to push her tits out against his arm.

> No, no, I forgot!

So focused was she on her friend’s compulsion, she’d completely lost track of her own. Not that she had much chance to resist it in such a small space but it took her completely by surprise. Terry was also caught completely off guard, freezing in place as Sophia was **** to make out with him like two lovers meeting for a date. It was the full thirty seconds before Sophia was able to pull away. There was an unmistakable pitch in Terry’s jeans as she did.

> Nice going, Sophia.

So much for managing normal conversation as she drove them to meet her siblings. At the very least it was considered normal for her to do that, but from the look on Terry’s face it was clear it wasn’t regarded any less lewdly.

“You ready to go?”

“...Y-Yeah. Thanks.”

With those lines spoken the awkward car journey began. Not a word passed between them for a long while, though Sophia could definitely feel the boy’s gaze tracing her figure in profile as she kept her eyes on the road. She knew she should have done something to discourage it and allow Terry to recompose himself, but… something about the way his eyes lingered on her jugs felt strangely satisfying. Like a young man discovering an older woman’s body for the first time. She felt weirdly… proud, proud that her body could hold a young man’s interest.

Surely it wasn’t so bad to let him look. It was so rare that she had the chance to be proud of her body. So long as he didn’t know that she knew he was staring, where was the harm in it? Young men snook peeks at women all the time and it never hurt anyone. If she just stopped glancing over, kept her eyes on the road to let him have long uninterrupted eyefuls of her full, heavy bosom… If she kept her eyes locked squarely forward, she would never know if his eyes were glued to the swell of her pendulous knockers as they rose and fell with every breath. And what she didn’t know she could do nothing about.

“Does my outfit look summery enough to you, Terry?”

She kept her gaze locked on the road as she asked the question, giving the boy an excuse to ogle her body directly. She bit her lip, knowing the boy must be looking but having no direct confirmation of where his eyes were wandering.

“U-Um… Yeah, I think so. The skirt looks nice.”

“The skirt, hm? What about the top? You don’t think it looks too small, do you? It’s so hard to find a top that fits me these days. Most of them are a little tight around my boobs. What do you think, Terry? Does it look good to you?”

Sophia blushed, certain that her teasing was a little too on the nose and Terry was sure to notice what she was doing. If he did he didn’t say anything about it. She was sure his eyes were glued to her curves now though, studying exactly how the fabric clung to her titanic hooters, and she couldn’t help but wallow in the guilty pleasure. For a while after she stopped talking, just basking in the thought of how she imagined Terry to be looking at her.

If Sophia knew then the consequences of teasing the boy she would never have done it. It started halfway to the address that Amy had sent her, with Terry unexpectedly breaking the silence.

“Sophia…”

“Oh, Y-Yes, Terry?”

“C-Can I… Can I ask you a question?”

Sophia should have taken the nervous tone of Terry’s voice as an omen but she was riding too high on the buzz of satisfaction to notice.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“You, uh… A-Ahem… How often do you masturbate?”

> Excuse me?!

Sophia almost swerved her car into the other lane, surprised as she was to hear the question. What was Terry thinking, asking her something so personal?!

“I used to do it around once every month or two, but my masturbation habits have changed a lot over the last few weeks.”

She had to answer him of course. In her head she knew it was the effect of a mod but it felt like the most natural thing in the world to fully answer any and all questions about her masturbation habits no matter how humiliating it was. The only question was why Terry was-

> Oh, the Siren trap!

So much had happened since Sophia had started on the show that it was hard to keep track of, but she had the faintest recollection of a trap activating when she chose that mod. Suddenly it occurred to Sophia that this was entirely her fault. She’d teased Terry enough for him to want to do something pervy, and the Siren trap had given him the idea of exactly what he could do.

This was a lesson for her. This was what she got for indulging herself, for thinking it was harmless to encourage someone to be a perv to her ‘just this once’. It was still a long drive to the place they were meeting up, and now though it all she would have to answer embarrassing questions on a most intimate area of her life. It was completely natural after all.

Beside her Terry took a few seconds to recover, shocked as he was that Sophia had answered him. She could sense his excitement quickly grow however, as he realised what he could get away with.

“How do you do it? Be explicit with as much sexy detail as you can.”

Sophia gulped as all the blood immediately rushed to her face. Terry clearly had a pervy side to him she hadn’t known about. These questions were going to be so much worse than she imagined. Just for asking them, however, he had a right to know.

“Okay, well, like I said my masturbation habits have changed a lot recently. When I first started doing it I was very squeamish about touching my pussy. I didn’t realise that was how other girls did it and so I learned to masturbate by playing with my boobs instead. I would always be very gentle with them, stroking my hands gently all over them to build up the pleasure then softly brushing my nipples to make me cum. By doing it that way though, I was training my boobs to become extra sensitive without even realising it.”

“How sensitive are they?”

“They’ve grown a lot more sensitive recently. If someone plays with my tits they can **** me to cum without me wanting to.”

Glancing over at Terry she saw the tent in his jeans twitch vigorously at her words. She was so embarrassed. Her response wasn’t related to masturbation but it was the best way she had to convey her answer to a question that very much was and he asked for as much explicit detail as possible.

“Back to the previous question. How has your method changed recently? Did you start using your pussy?”

“I still masturbate by playing with my hooters but recently I’ve taken to liking them treated a bit rougher and also I’ve started rubbing a dildo between my boobs to pleasure myself.”

Sophia was surprised to hear that answer from herself. Sure she’d done it once with Lena’s toy and she’d told Heather that was how she did it as well but surely that didn’t constitute a new routine.

“You like titty fucks?”

There was awkward silence between the two of them for a moment before Terry realised the question he’d blurted out didn’t relate to masturbation.

“I-I mean, with as much explicit detail as you can give, why did you incorporate rubbing a dildo between your tits into your masturbation routine.”

“I’m… completely addicted to titfucking. My fun bags are built for titty fucking and whenever something phallic comes near my boobs I feel an uncontrollable urge to start rubbing it between my fuck pillows. My cleavage is incredibly erogenous and tit fucking gives me some of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had in my life.”

Terry couldn’t see how much Sophia cringed as she gave her answer. The first line wasn’t exactly true but she couldn’t mention the show and addiction was the closest idea she could get to ‘synthetic compulsion implanted in my head’. The rest was so humiliating to admit to a boy. Terry was learning way too much but he had every right to know it. She could only hope he was a good enough man not to use this knowledge to take advantage of her.

“When was the last time you did it?”

“Yesterday.”

“For how long?”

“Forty five minutes.”

“Wow, uh… How did you do it? Did you rub a dildo between your boobs?”

“No, this time I used a dildo in my pussy for the very first time. I stuck it to the sofa and bounced up and down on it while watching degrading porn videos and repeating everything that the women said in them.”

> God, no. Please, make it stop!

This was way too much. She was giving away way too much. The meeting spot was getting closer by the minute but it was still way too far to save her from what she knew was coming next.

“Fuck… Tell me about that. Full, explicit detail. Make it as sexy as you can. What you watched, what you thought about, what you said.”

There it was. The most humiliating act she’d been through on the show. She’d thought it was squarely behind her, that she’d never have to think about it again, but now she was going to dig it all up again and share every sordid degrading little detail with her best friend’s little brother for his sexual thrills. She didn’t blame him for asking. It was natural she answered any and all questions about her masturbation habits. He’d asked for every lewd detail and that was exactly what she was going to give him.

“Like I said, I started by planting the dildo on my sofa and squatting over it. I was a bit uneasy because it used to belong to Lena. She said she had cleaned it but I knew it had probably been inside her before exactly like it was going to go inside me. I was wearing lace lingerie because I always wear that when I masturbate, but I had pushed it aside to give easy access to my tits and pussy. I began lowering myself down. It was painful at first because I wasn’t wet yet and I had never had anything inside my pussy before but I managed to get it all the way inside me as far as it would go. That was when I put on the porn to pleasure myself to.

“I searched for objectifying and degrading videos of women with huge tits like me. Every time I put one on I imagined it was me and my friends in the video being humiliated. The first one I watched was a woman slapping herself with a dildo while saying disgusting things about herself. I repeated after her, calling myself a stupid cocksucking whore, a worthless cumdump and a walking pair of tits. The video wasn’t degrading enough though, so I switched to another.”

Sophia felt just as humiliated as she did back then, recounting the story back to the boy. Again she couldn’t reveal the existence of the show so details changed to make everything look worse for her. Whatever illusion had caused her to see herself and her friend in the videos became her own imagination in the retelling, and all the things she was **** to do for her challenge became things she did entirely of her own accord. Terry must have thought her the most depraved perverted slut he had ever seen with what she was revealing to him, but that only got worse as she moved onto the disgusting videos the collar had **** her to watch.

“With the next video I imagined having my sister tied up naked in my bedroom, offering her out to Alan to use as a breeding bitch. At that point I lost control of my legs. My body was moving on its own driving me harder and faster onto the dildo, making me wetter and wetter as I edged myself to the sight of my boyfriend using my sister in any way he wanted, the whole time saying what a good little bitch she was fulfilling her purpose as a set of wet holes for a manly cock to plug.”

> No, please! Stop giving him the wrong idea. This isn’t what I masturbate to!

If he had only asked what she usually touched herself to, then she would have told him of gentle caresses, romantic build-up and shared intimate feelings. But no, he asked about the one time she was **** to pleasure herself to the most disgusting scenes she could possibly imagine, and so here she was painting him a picture of losing herself to lust at the thought of her sister being abused like a ‘breeding bitch’. It made her feel sick to her stomach, and the worst part of all was that it wasn’t just a lie. She had masturbated to that horrible video and felt pleasure building in her body. There was no excuse for it and now she had to bear the weight of that terrible shame.

And now she was spending a day with her sister and a boy who knew what she had done.

“The next video had me kneeling down in a circle of men playing with their penises. I begged them all to cover my big titties with their sticky, yummy cum, telling them how I wanted to lick up every last drop of it off my boobs. I used my mouth and hands to help them along until they splattered their loads all over my body.

“With the last video I imagined I was a dumb and pregnant human cow, nothing going on in my head as I lay there on my hands and knees as a machine sucked the milk from my heavy udders. I imagined Lena there as well, offering me out to be used by men to use as they like. I gave a deep moo every time the woman in the video did, but I also repeated the lines that Lena was saying, telling everyone how this slut-cow’s only use was in milking and breeding. It was during that video that I was **** over the edge. I wanted to keep going for longer but I couldn’t hold myself back from cumming any more. I squeezed my thighs tight around the dildo and continued riding it even as I was orgasming. By the time it was over I was completely exhausted. All I could do was sit there with the dildo still buried deep inside me.”

With that Sophia brought her story to an end. She was so embarrassed. Every change of details and lie of omission to protect the secrecy of the show had made her look like an even bigger slut. Once again she had completely flipped someone’s view of her in the course of just minutes. Now her best friend’s brother would see her as some massive pervert that got off to all manner of humiliating things.

“Wow, that’s… intense.”

Terry had straightened up during the telling, shifting uncomfortably in the tightness of his jeans. A quick glance at his face showed an equal mix of surprise and arousal.

“...Yeah.”

Sophia could have tried to cover for herself, tell the boy that that wasn’t what she usually thought about, but was there really any point? He knew that any answers she gave about masturbation were the ‘truth’. He knew that she really had masturbated to those horrible ‘fantasies’ of her and her sister’s humiliation. There was nothing she could say to cover that up. The fact that Terry now knew about her Fuck Pillows ‘addiction’ was especially worrying. Any time in the future now he knew he would be able to pull out his manhood and have her debase herself for his pleasure, thoroughly convinced by her own admission that she would get off on being treated like a sex doll. All she could do was hope Terry didn’t take advantage of her with the knowledge he now had.

“Alright, I think we’re here.”

Finally spotting the sign for the car park where her siblings were meeting them, Sophia turned onto the dirt road with relief that the conversation was finally at an end. It was looking to be a much rougher few hours than Sophia anticipated.

---

“Soph! Over here!”

The two siblings were already waiting around in the car park when Sophia and Terry arrived. Evan began jogging over the moment he saw her car pull into a spot with his sister trailing behind. She watched his approach from over the top of the vehicle as she stepped out, giving a timid wave back.

This was the moment she’d been dreading. Evan was about to see her for the very first time with her new ‘surgically-enhanced’ fake tits. To Sophia that was more damning than anyone else seeing her like this. Her own innocent baby brother was about to see his sweet older sister had sexualised her own body in the one of the sluttiest ways possible. What would he think after seeing that? Would his whole estimations of his big sister turn on the spot? Would it suddenly strike him that his sister was a shameless slut? It broke Sophia’s heart to picture that happening. It felt like some irrevocable rite in accepting the show’s vision of her.

As the boy drew close Sophia braced herself and stepped out from the side of the vehicle. There was no missing the sight of two prominent spheres and Evan immediately stopped short a few feet away, thankfully outside the range of her needing to kiss him.

“Soph, you’re-... You, uh… Your- Your chest, you… You, uh-”

“I got boob implants.”

Sophia interrupted her brother as he short-circuited. It was hard, but if she wanted to mitigate damage she needed to stay in control of this conversation as much as possible.

“B-Boob…”

Sophia flinched at her own mistake. Never before would she have used that word around her brother. Now more than ever she needed the word that her mind refused to recall. What would Evan think if she wouldn’t even use the proper word for them, if she said out loud those dirty words she’d been using for them in her head? What if he heard her call them ‘hooters’ or ‘big, juicy melons’? Wh-... What if she called them ‘cock warmers’ out loud?! Why was her brain doing this to her? Did she want everyone to think she was a slut?

“Y-Yes, Evan. I got my… I got my boobs bigger.”

Sophia watched his face flush red before her eyes. In what must have been shock he stared wide-eyed at his sister’s bosom. She shifted uncomfortably under his ogling but she understood. He just needed time to process the change. She knew there was nothing perverted behind it.

“B-But why did you-... I thought you were-...”

As a boy he wasn’t privy to Sophia’s feelings on her tits the way Amy was, but he still had eyes to see she had obviously always been uncomfortable with them. This must have been so confusing for him.

“I am- I just-... I wanted-...”

It should have been easier. She’d been through this lie so many times, convincing everyone that she had the work done because it made her feel more like a woman, but it was still so difficult getting the words out. Lena had done all the heavy lifting before and she’d just had to confirm it. It was different having to present that lie herself, to Evan of all people. It felt so much more real, like she was about to accept it as the truth.

“It’s okay, sis. Let me explain.”

It was right then that Amy caught up to them, pulling up to Evan’s side. His gaze drifted from one bosom to the other, still clearly addled. Had Sophia’s growth warped Evan’s perception of their sister’s body too? She dearly hoped not.

“You know about body dysmorphia, right, Evan? How some people can’t help but constantly feel like there’s something wrong with their body, like how they’re always too fat or that their nose is too big or they were born as the wrong sex? Well your sister has that too. Despite knowing it wasn’t true, Sophia couldn’t help but feel like her bust wasn’t big enough. She kept getting this nagging feeling that it needed to be bigger that kept getting worse over time. The only way Sophia had to feel right again was to go through surgery. Do you understand, Evan? Sophia didn’t get bigger breasts because she wanted to, but because there was no way she could feel comfortable in her own body if she didn’t.”

“I-I see.”

Amy shared a secret look with her sister as though to say ‘I hope that’s okay’. She was the one person who knew that Sophia hadn’t gotten her implants willingly, and she probably understood just how difficult it was for her to tell everyone she did. Sophia gave her a smile in return. She was pleasantly surprised by the explanation. It was so much more appropriate than telling her brother she thought real women had huge tits. It did so much to salvage her reputation with him, and she wished she thought of that the first time when Lena first started probing her for answers.

> Thank you so much, Amy!

“So understand your sister is still very sensitive about her chest, okay? Just because she’s had some work done doesn’t mean she’s okay with people staring.”

“S-Sorry! I, uh…”

Having been admonished Evan quickly jerked his head away from his sisters’ mounds. He bashfully raised a hand to scratch at his neck as he looked around for something to change the conversation.

“Oh, Terry, I didn’t see you there. Hey, man. How’s things?”

Terry was standing a little bit out from the circle, no doubt feeling the conversation was too awkward to enter in on. He’d been looking confusedly between the girls before Evan called his name, the story Amy had given a little different from what he had heard back at the Fifth Acre.

“...Yeah, hey, Evan. I’m good, mate. Been a while. We missed you at the bar last week.”

“Yeah, sorry. You know how it is with cramming. I was up all night at the library reading about…”

As the two boys launched into conversation some of the previous tension began to abate. For the moment at least it looked like they might manage a reasonable family day out after all despite everything. She took the chance to move in and whisper a quiet ‘thank you’ to her sister before watching the boys launch into a rowdy argument about some show they were watching. She didn’t mind hanging around just a moment to let Evan recover from his earlier shock but after a minute or so she quietened them down to have Amy start leading them towards the park.

“A fairground? I didn’t know this was here.”

Sophia had been to the park here before but there wasn’t anything there like rides or amusements back then.

“I saw a board advertising it before. It’s set up here until the end of the summer. All the kids are at school right now so it shouldn’t be too busy. I thought it might be a nice thing to do together as a family.”

Amy smiled warmly as she presented her idea. She was always looking out for nice ways to spend time with her friends. It was heart-warming for Sophia that she spent so much time in her sister’s thoughts.

“Well I think it’s a sweet idea. Nice thinking, sis.”

Evan responded in cheery spirit, and his sister looked relieved to see he liked it.

“Well, we’re here to celebrate you getting through your exams, so you tell us if there’s anything you want to do, alright?”

“In that case, how about we start with a rollercoaster?”

Evan responded cheekily to Sophia’s offer. It wasn’t that she disliked rides like that. Evan just knew how much they got his sisters screaming.

“Okay, Evan. Just one to start with.”

“Yes! Come on, Terry. Let’s find a good one where we don’t have to wait in line.”

The boy immediately began running on ahead, dragging his friend behind him. Terry looked toward Sophia as they went, causing her to unconsciously bite her lip. He still looked a little flush from their… moment in the car. In a flash the pair were almost out of sight, bounding off into the park with youthful exuberance.

“Hold on, Terry! We need to take a photo!”

Sophia didn’t expect Evan to hear Amy from such a distance but he stopped short and signalled that he’d wait. For a moment the sisters were left alone together as they walked to catch up.

“How are you holding up, sis?”

“I’m, uh… Yes, I’m fine.”

For a second Sophia worried that Amy had noticed something off between her and Terry, but then she realised the concern in her sister’s voice came from what they had discussed last time they were together, how Sophia had told her she was being blackmailed.

“We’ll find some time to talk inside, alright?” Amy offered.

“Sure, sis.”

Amy gave her a reassuring smile, then turned the topic to lighten the mood as they followed after the boys.

“You look good today.”

“Thank you. Your dress is nice too.”

In an effort to dress more conservatively on a day out with her siblings Sophia had squeezed herself into a white tee that was a little too small for her. She’d thought she heard tearing as she put it on but she didn’t see anything off in the mirror so she’d just carried on. A pink miniskirt added a touch of colour and spring to her ensemble.

Amy, on the other hand, wore a tight low-cut green sundress. Even on this trip out with her family she still lingered in the mindset of needing to highlight her body to attract herself a partner. She couldn’t bring herself to abandon it even for a day. Sophia felt bad about how much the need to find a father for her children had affected her sister’s mind.

As the two of them approached the others Evan jogged back a few paces to meet them.

“You want a picture, Ame?”

“Yes, please. A family photo while we have the chance. Remember, no phones allowed today but I did bring this.”

Amy reached into her bag and drew out a digital camera to hold up in front of her chest and show the others. Amy had always loved taking pictures of nature, of animals but most of all of smiling people.

“Terry, mate, take this picture for my sister, will ya?”

“Yeah, no probs.”

Amy shuffled over to tie the wrist strap for the boy and show him the buttons. Sophia noticed he took the opportunity of closeness instead to stare shamelessly down into her sister’s cleavage without her noticing. Had Terry always been this much of a pervert or had Sophia’s actions in the car worked him up that much? She hated to admit it was probably the latter. She had seen him ogle her before but no more than any other decent man did. Mostly he’d just acted shy around her, like a schoolboy with a crush. She didn’t like to think that beneath all that her best friend’s brother was one of those shameless pervs that made her so uncomfortable.

“Okay, you two. Line up.”

The siblings converged on a spot in front of Terry. With Evan in the middle he wrapped his arm around his sisters and they in turn leaned in towards him, the side of their boobs pressing into his chest. Unconsciously Sophia squeezed them between her arms to make them bulge out even more. For a moment Evan stared down with brows raised at his sisters’ soft masses before shaking himself alert and looking up to smile at the camera with the others.

“Everyone, say cheese.”

Amy rushed over the second the photo was taken then excitedly waved over the others on seeing the result. The photo looked great. It made Sophia so happy to see a nice smiling picture of the three of them after everything she’d been through recently.

“Are we good, sis?”

“Yes, thanks Evan. And thank you Terry for taking it.”

“Alright, Terry, let’s go find a ride for real this time!”

“We’ll catch up with you boys in a minute.”

---

“Damn, that was awesome! We’ve got to go on that one again before we leave. Hey, Terry. Did you hear my sisters screaming? How funny was that?”

“Don’t make fun, Evan. I felt like I was going to fall out!”

“Aw, come on, Ame. You gotta admit that it was funny. You did enjoy yourself though, right?”

Sophia was following the others off of the roller coaster, her blood pumping with adrenaline. The boys hadn’t started them off easy. She’d been thrown about so much on the ride she didn’t know which way she was facing half of the time.

“...Alright. I admit it wasn’t bad. You two can go on it yourself next time though. I think us girls will stick to the lighter rides from here.”

“Hehe, we’ll see about that. How about you, Soph? What did you think of the-... Jesus! Where did your top go?!”

“Huh? What do you-?!”

Everyone turned at once to look at Sophia as she turned her eyes down on herself. Her brother was right. Her top was completely gone! It must have… It must have ripped off under all the jostling she’d received on the ride, leaving her in just the green bra underneath. She never should have worn it after she heard the fabric tear!

Her arms shot up immediately to try and shield herself from view, but they refused to do as they were told, instead folding up to plant her hand above her big jugs and onto her chest. She’d been caught in a compromising position. She couldn’t cover up.

“I… ah…”

Sophia looked between the others, finding the same uncertainty and shock she felt. Evan was rubbing his neck bashfully, trying not to look but failing horribly to fight the magnetic pull of attention caused by the heavy swollen masses of his sister’s jugs. Terry wasn’t so tactful, and as she locked eyes with him she cast hers away shamefully. She didn’t want to know what lewd thoughts were running through his head after what he heard in the car. It was so shameful, and yet under the gazes of the boys there was another underlying feeling swelling in her chest; pride that her bosom held such fascinating appeal to these young men. She immediately tried to push the feeling down. Why was she feeling this way around her own brother?!

“Let’s get you covered up, sis. I’m sure we can find something somewhere.”

Amy was the first to break the tension, stepping in to try giving her sister some partial cover.

“No-no. It’s alright. I can go on like this. It’s fine, really.”

Sophia held a hand out to hold her sister back. Unless everyone who caught her agreed to it she could do nothing to get out of her situation, and there were plenty of people around starting to take note of the girl in her bra.

“Are you sure, sis?”

The others didn’t seem so convinced. It was an uncomfortable situation for all of them to be in.

“Yes, yes, it’s okay. Don’t worry about me. Let’s just go and have some fun, okay?”

Amy pursed her lips in response, clearly uncomfortable with letting something be that she thought was an issue for her loved one, but she pulled away regardless.

“Well alright then. If you say so.”

“I-I don’t think it’s so bad. It’s like a bikini top. It looks good for the weather.”

Terry spoke up from the back. For the first time Evan noticed the generous eyeful his friend was getting of his sister’s tits. Reflexively he grabbed the boy’s shoulder to turn them both away.

“Come on Terry. Let’s, uh… Let’s go… do something.”

Without further hesitation Evan tugged on his friend and began dragging him away. Terry’s gaze stayed locked onto Sophia the entire way until he was **** to look ahead.

“Evan, wait!”

Evan didn’t respond to his sister’s call, retreating as quickly as he could from the uncomfortable situation and running off somewhere into the park. The girls watched them both disappear from sight before turning to each other.

“I’m sorry, sis. This was supposed to be a fun family outing.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure we’ll meet up with them later. Let the boys have some time on their own.”

Sophia did her best to console her sister who sounded dejected at the departure of their brother. She understood how important plans like these going well were to the girl. It was obvious that Evan wasn’t comfortable being with or leaving his friend with his sister in this state of semi-undress but that was better left unsaid. All she could do was hope some natural reason came up to go somewhere private so she could put on the spare top she always kept in her handbag. It was unfortunate she’d used the bathroom before they came out. She didn’t think that opportunity would come up any time soon. It was so frustrating that she had a solution to her embarrassing predicament so close at hand but she just couldn’t access it thanks to the compulsion.

“Yeah, you’re right. Just us girls for the time being then. Um… Why don’t we get ourselves an ice cream?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Let’s go.”

---

“Mmm. Mint choc chip. My favourite. How is yours, sis?”

“...It’s good, yeah.”

The girls had just come away from the ice cream stand, holding their cones of choice. Sophia had gone for plain vanilla, though she was having trouble enjoying it. Between the bra of one and low-cut sundress of the other, the busty sisters had been garnering quite a lot of attention from those around them and it was really getting to Sophia. She’d never felt so exposed in public before. Going about with her underwear so blatantly visible was close to feeling entirely naked.

Amy looked at her for a moment, a troubled expression crossing her own face.

“Listen, Sophia. There’s, uh… someone I need to go see. Do you mind if we meet up again in ten minutes, over by the gate?”

“Huh? Oh, uh. Sure. I don’t mind.”

Amy’s request took Sophia by surprise. Though not worded in a way to trigger her compulsion she had no problem with letting her sister take care of an errand. She wondered what it was Amy needed to do here in a fairground. Did she know someone who worked here? The look on the girl’s face worried her a little but she felt it was best not to ask. Amy would have told her what it was if she wanted her to know.

“Thank you. I’ll keep an eye out for the boys as well. Remind them about the ‘no phones’ and let them know where we’ll meet up later.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit.”

With one last lingering look back Amy turned and walked away, leaving Sophia standing there worrying if she did something wrong. Should she have asked her sister what was the matter? No, surely she was imagining things. Everything that was happening to Sophia recently had drawn a pessimistic attitude out of her. She needed to remember not everyone was trapped in a twisted game run by an egotistical psychopath. If whatever was bothering her sister was really that bad she would talk to one of the girls about it without a doubt.

Sophia sighed. She hadn't been expecting to spend time alone on her family day out. She figured she might as well head to the gate right away and wait for her sister there.

As Sophia headed to move out she noticed two men around her age loitering on the corner, leaning back against a fence. One pointed her out and said something to the other that got both of them laughing. No doubt it was some crude remark about her appearance. Sophia needed to go past them unfortunately. She tried her best to look away and not pay them any heed. As she passed the point where they both were she felt a tug on her feet.

“Looks like your laces are undone there” one of the men addressed her.

“Oh, r-right… Thank you.”

Sophia was wearing trainers with her more casual outfit. She swore she felt someone standing on her laces but the men were still there where she saw them. Was she being paranoid and she simply stood on them herself?

“Here, let me hold that for you.”

One of the men held out his hand, offering to take the cone from her while she sorted her laces out. Sophia was wary of trusting them, but she didn't see she had much choice. She couldn't see her feet over the swell of her chest. She'd never be able to tie her laces while holding an ice cream and she greatly risked tripping over herself if she tried to move on.

“Okay. Thank you.”

She handed the cone over and squatted down as far as she could in order to begin tying, not wanting to put herself in any lewder position than necessary. She had great enough difficulty just finding her laces as she fumbled around blindly with her fingers, keeping an eye on the boy to make sure he did nothing funny with her ice cream.

In paying him too much focus to the one man, however, she didn't notice what the other was up to until it was too late.

Too quick for Sophia to react he stepped round in front of her, pulling back and thrusting his hips to bang against her tits. Sophia instinctively tumbled back onto her bum in horror, ingrained fear of her Fuck Pillows triggering. The men snickered at her distress as she lay there stunned.

“Nice jugs, love. How much did they cost you?”

“They didn't.”

> Wh… Why did I say that?

Sophia didn't mean to engage with the men. The words just slipped out of her as naturally as the dirty names she gave her boobs.

“Oh? Someone's got a sugar daddy, have they?”

The men laughed again. Sophia was flustered by their behaviour but not surprised. This was far from the first sexual harassment she'd suffered. That didn't make it any less distressing though. She lay there, prone on the ground unable to move. Her muscles had stopped working the second the pressure mounted. The men stood together, admiring her figure from above. It seemed they were content with their little ‘prank’ on her, but it still took a minute to overcome her freeze response.

“I-I need to go.”

“Is that who you're meeting?”

Sophia ignored them as she pushed herself to her feet, her laces tucked into her shoe to do up later. They made no move to stop her rise, but as she turned to escape they called out one last time.

“Here, you forgot your ice cream.”

Without thinking Sophia turned back to take it. Rather than place it into her hands though, the man surprised her again by stepping in and pushing the cone deep into the tight crevice of her cleavage.

“W-What do you think you're doi-”

“Don't worry about it. Don't you have someone to meet?”

“I-... Y-Yes.”

“Best not keep them waiting then.”

Taking the opportunity to escape while she could, Sophia turned her back to the men one last time and strode off as fast as she could. She heard them laughing behind her, louder than ever, and she was sure she heard one call her ‘oblivious cow’. She did her best to shut them out, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of riling her up any further. She hated pervs like them, harassing **** women for nothing more than enjoyment and sexual gratification. No doubt they weren’t the only ones lurking around the park either. With a sigh of frustration she started heading for the gate, having no intention of letting anything else stop her until she got there.

As she went though, she found those crude men were far from the only ones pointing her out. And it wasn’t just the fact she was walking around in her bra. She was getting far more attention than she had before her sister left her. Some groups were even laughing, giggling among themselves as they made comments to each other that Sophia couldn’t hear. It made her feel like she was the butt of some joke she wasn’t aware of. She had the distinct impression she was missing something but she had no idea what.

“You looking for someone to lick that off for you, babe?”

“I’m good, thank you.”

One man catcalled her as she passed but she had no idea what he was talking about. She just kept walking, avoiding eye contact with others as she kept an eye on the road ahead of her, hoping to catch a glimpse of her sister to be back with someone she knew.

---

“Sophia! I’m here, sis!”

Sophia turned her head to see her sister calling out as she made her approach. Amy had taken a bit longer than she suggested she would, forcing Sophia to stand around for fifteen minutes after reaching the gate. In all that time she’d continued to be laughed and pointed at. She’d been **** to endure it, unable to hide herself from the public eye all thanks to being caught in her bra.

“Sorry, sis! Sorry for making you wait. That took longer than I-... Oh?! What happened!? Why are you covered in ice cream?”

“Hm? What do you- Oh my goodness! I completely forgot!”

Sophia had looked down at her sister's words only to find a wafer cone sticking out from her cleavage and blobs of melting ice cream all over her boobs. In a fit of panic she realised why people had been laughing at her all that time. After those pervy men had pushed it in she'd completely forgotten to take it out. Been completely oblivious it was even there. All this time she'd been proudly walking around in her bra with a melting ice cream stuffed between her heaving jugs. She was so embarrassed.

“You forgot?” Amy looked her up and down with confusion and concern at the ridiculousness of the statement. “Sophia, someone didn't ‘ask’ you to do this, did they?”

The way that Amy said it, Sophia immediately knew what she was insinuating. She was worried this was some demand from her sister's ‘blackmailer’.

“No, Amy, I promise it wasn't him. I really did just forget!”

“Why is it in there?”

Carefully with her fingertips Amy began pulling the soggy wafer out from its sheath, holding it out away from her as it dripped. The tip of the cone was damp with sweat. There wasn't a place to hold it that wasn't gross and wet.

“I…”

Sophia hesitated to answer. If she said she was harassed the moment her sister left Amy would absolutely blame herself. She didn't want for that to happen on their family day out.

“I… put it there myself. When I was tying my laces. There was nowhere else to put it. I’m so embarrassed.”

Another embarrassing lie. Sophia was growing used to those by now. Amy looked her in the eye, and for a moment she worried her sister was going to see right through her, but then her gaze softened and she returned a smile to try and reassure her.

“It's okay, sis. Don't be embarrassed. I use my boobs to carry things too sometimes. Might as well use them if they're right there, right? Just try not to do it in public in the future, okay? I know I've been caught with things stuffed in there once or twice, and you're certainly not the first girl in the family to have gotten them all sticky in public. We'll get them cleaned up, okay? No need to feel bad about it.”

“Y-Yeah, right.”

Once again Amy showed her knack for comforting, placing a gentle hand on her sister's arm. Sophia still felt tense though. She couldn't believe how many people had seen her in such an embarrassing state.

“He… Hehehe.”

All of a sudden Amy let out a muted giggle like she was quietly recalling some funny cat video she had seen.

“What's so funny?”

“I was just thinking how similar we both are. These things have given us so many experiences in common. It's funny how much they unite us. We really are the ‘Boobsley sisters’.”

“I… Y-Yeah… I guess we are, hehe.”

Sophia flinched at the nickname, but her sister wasn't exactly wrong. They always would have been close, but a lot of their deepest bonding moments in the end were thanks to them both having such big boobs. She couldn't say she found that fact half as amusing as her sister, but Amy's good humor was contagious enough that Sophia found herself giggling along. The laughter was enough to lighten Sophia's mood until the two girls were left smiling together.

“Alright, first we'll get you cleaned up, then how about we go have a ride on the ferris wheel or the teacups or something? We can find somewhere private to have a chat too. I did see Evan before and I told him we're going to meet up at the picnic benches in about ninety minutes from now. Does that all sound good to you?”

“That sounds good, sis.”

Amy quickly stepped away to drop the cone in a nearby bin to be forgotten about then came back to help her sister up. Taking Sophia by the hand she began leading them both towards the sign for the nearest toilets.

---

“Look, sis! A photo booth.”

Sophia looked over to where her sister was pointing and sure enough there was a booth labelled just as Amy had said. Around twenty minutes on from Sophia's mishap the girls had gone for a stroll into the quieter part of the park. The area seemed reserved for a bunch of stalls and games that weren't open during off-peak hours. The automated photo booth appeared to be the only thing operating over here.

“What do you think? Some photos would be nice. And it’s a private, cosy place for us to talk.”

“Oh, sure, that sounds good.”

“You head on in first then. I’ll pay us up and be with you in a second.”

Sophia followed along her sister’s suggestion, pushing aside a thick curtain to head into the booth. The interior was spacious, wide enough to fit four people side-by-side. There wasn’t much to look at, but what was there looked neat and comfortable; a plush red sofa lined with cushions encased in a room of blue metallic panels. Sophia placed herself down, confirming the seat was as comfortable as it looked, and thought skittishly about the pictures they were going to take.

Even with an excuse to head to the restrooms, Sophia hadn’t found the privacy necessary to redress herself. Amy had been there with her, and though the girl had proposed her sister get dressed earlier on after the wardrobe malfunction, it seemed that suggestion had expired as permission to shake off her Full Commitment. All she’d needed was for Amy to suggest it again and she would have been freed of the compulsion, but that suggestion never came. She must have given her sister too strong an impression that she was fine walking around in public in just her underwear.

Things definitely could have been worse though, because the sticky mess all over her tits was another compromising position Sophia had been caught in. She might not have been able to clean it off if Amy hadn’t taken the initiative to do it herself, wiping her sister down with a wet cloth. She didn’t quite get all of it, not wanting to indignify Sophia by reaching in to sop up the cream that had seeped down into her cleavage, but she managed to get everything that was visible. Sophia counted her blessings.

Settling into a comfortable position, Sophia reclined back into the cushions waiting for her sister to arri-

She needed to take her bra off. She needed to take her bra off. Nothing else mattered. Sophia leaned forward to give her hands space to undo the clasp. Only when she lowered the cups and set the bra down on the seat beside her did Sophia realise what she had done.

> Heather! No! Why did you…?

A chill ran down Sophia’s spine. Her boob-linked friend must have taken her bra off on stream. This was bad! Sophia was stuck here until Heather tried to put it back on. There was simply no way she was ever leaving the booth topless! For once she’d gotten lucky though. There were so many worse times this could have happened. At least she had privacy to help keep her calm while she worked something out.

She needed to contact Heather. There was no other way. She knew how risky it was to turn her phone on but she needed to tell her friend to put her bra back on. She would need to switch it on, send a quick message and turn it back off before Heather had a chance to respond. Her heart thumped in her chest as she went to do so. As her phone came to life she soon found Heather’s fears were well-founded. Ten missed calls from her friend, the most recent just five minutes prior. Seeing that put Sophia in a panic. She had to be quick! If Heather phoned her now it was all over. She’d be **** to leave right then and there and head to Heather’s flat to take part together in whatever perverted challenges the show had in store for them in front of who knew how many people. Frantically she typed out the fastest text message of her life.

‘Heather please put your bra back on!!! Please!!! I'm stuck here naked!!!!’

The second it was sent Sophia shut her phone down. She knew as soon as Heather received the text she would attempt to dial her friend again. She accompanied her message by willing herself to put her bra on again, hoping that Heather would feel her attempt to do so through the link. All Sophia could do after that was hope her message got through to Heather through whatever compulsion was affecting her. As she set her phone back in her handbag at her feet she heard the rustle of the curtain as her sister came in.

“Okay, that should be payment covered. I paid for twenty pictures so we can take a bunch and find the best- Oh?”

It was only on sitting down did Amy turn to her sister and notice her state of undress.

“...You wanted to make it that kind of talk? That’s okay. I don’t mind, sis, but don’t you think we should take the pictures first?”

“I, uh…”

Sophia needed to think of something to say. It was going to get awkward if she just sat there refusing to put her bra back on and she didn’t know how long Heather would keep her waiting.

“I… wanted to take a photo like this… It feels more cosy.”

“Cosy?...”

Amy looked back with lips pursed in puzzlement, but after a moment they curled back into a smile.

“I understand what you mean. You’re thinking about what I said earlier, aren’t you? We take them out every time we have our sister talks when we need to be open and comfortable with each other. It’s always been a special part of our bond that helps you feel safe. You want some pictures to represent that?”

“Um… y-yes, that’s right.”

“Well… I guess it’s okay if it's just between us. It would be nice to have a picture to show just how close we are. Alright, sis. Let’s do that.”

It surprised Sophia how readily her sister agreed to take pictures topless with her, but then she remembered how one of her mods made it easier to convince other women to take risqué photos with her. Once again she’d used her changes to take advantage of a friend without realising. She hated that that came so naturally to her.

She watched as Amy pulled her dress down her front, a very common sight for their sisterly talks, but then her brows knit in confusion at seeing the girl wasn’t wearing a bra. She thought she saw her sister wearing one when they first came into the park. Was she just imagining things?

“Oops, it looks like I’ve had a bit of a leak. You don’t want me wearing pads in the pictures, do you, sis? I guess a little dribble won't hurt anyone.”

As if reacting to Amy’s disrobing tiny trickles of milk had started flowing down her front.

“I see that’s not a problem for you anymore though, sis. Was your milk only a temporary thing in the end?”

“Yeah… It stopped flowing a while ago. Thank you for those pads though, Amy. I didn’t get to use them but I appreciated it.”

“That’s okay. Let’s get ready for the photo though. The first picture needs to be taken within three minutes, but then we’ve got some time to talk after, before we need to take the rest.”

Amy pointed to a countdown on the screen in front of them, just gone ten seconds before the first picture was taken. Seeing it made Sophia aware of an itch she felt inside of her that she knew to be the Picture Perfect compulsion. This one was so much more subtle and insidious than the other ones filling her mind. It was weak for now though, and Sophia was able to brush off its influence easily enough to lean into her sister’s side and take a pleasant photo together.

“Say cheese!”

“Oh, that's a nice one already!”

The picture flashed up on screen as it was taken. It would have been a lovely photo if not for the sisters’ nudity, but Sophia smiled and nodded along to Amy's assessment anyway. There was a button below it to start a ten second timer for the next shot, and along the side there were fourteen empty boxes for the photos still untaken.

There was silence for a moment as the girls leaned in and admired the photo. They both knew the conversation was about to turn a lot more serious.

“So have you had any more demands from… you know.”

Sophia's blood ran cold at the mention. In a lot of ways she was happy that someone knew something of what she was going through but she also felt awful that she'd dragged her sister into all of this. It was too late to take that back now though so she might as well use the advantage that afforded her in talking to her sister.

For a moment Sophia considered if there was anything she needed to tell Amy. There hadn’t been any outward changes made to her last round that would be immediately apparent to the girl. All those horrible alterations were entirely inside her head. Should she tell her sister what she'd been **** to do? That… seemed a huge step to be taking. It would mean admitting that she’d cheated on Alan… admitting that she’d put another man’s penis in her mouth. There was no way she could do that, even with her own sister. She was sure that Amy would take her side, would support and comfort her through the trauma it had caused her, but she couldn’t live with her sister thinking of her as a cheater, as someone who had betrayed the love of her life, even if she’d been ‘threatened’ into it.

No, this shame would have to be hers to bear alone, forever.

“No… I haven’t heard from him.”

Amy looked at her for a second, an unreadable expression on her face.

“I see… That’s good. You’ll let me know if there’s any way I can help, won’t you? You know I’d do anything for you, sis.”

“I know, and I will. I promise.”

“Good, good.”

There was another moment of silence during which Sophia saw a hint of sadness in Amy’s eyes. She hated to see that look from her. Amy bit her lip and turned her head away, deep in thought.

“Sophia… How serious is this? Say, if you didn’t do what that man said…?”

“I…”

Sophia wasn’t sure what the best way to say it was. She didn’t want to make her sister worry but she also felt it was a big mistake to undersell the power the show had over her. She didn’t want to give the impression that her hands weren’t completely tied in following along with the ‘blackmailer’s demands’.

“It’s very serious, Amy. This man, he… he’s so powerful. He can do so much harm to us if he chooses. Alan and me. He could completely ruin both our lives.”

Fear flashed on Amy’s face. It broke Sophia’s heart to inflict that on her but she knew it was truly for the best. The girl cast her eyes down and murmured something Sophia barely caught.

“I don’t have a choice…”

“What was that, sis?”

Amy looked back up reflexively at the question. For a briefest second Sophia caught a glimpse of the depth of sadness behind her sister’s eye, the one she always kept hidden from the world, before the mask came back up with a reassuring smile and a comforting hand on Sophia’s arm.

“We’re going to get you through this, Sophia. No matter what. That man won’t get to hurt you. I promise you.”

“Thank you. That makes me feel a lot better.”

“I’m glad. You don’t need to worry about anything. There’s nothing we can’t make it through together.”

Amy twisted in for a hug, smushing the two girl’s soft bosoms together. Sophia eagerly accepted the comfort and returned it in kind, and in their familial embrace she completely forgot about her sister’s odd mumbling from before. As they pulled apart a moment later Amy brushed away a milk droplet that had stuck to Sophia’s tit.

“They really do get in the way, don’t they?” she said giggling, her mood a little more lifted. “Hehe. It’s no wonder they call us the Boobsley sisters.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Sophia sheepishly replied. She knew exactly how much they got in the way. Her body wouldn’t let her forget it. She still couldn’t understand why that turned her on so much. It wasn’t like her to have such an intense reaction to anything, let alone that which filled her most with shame.

“You always did hate that nickname, didn’t you? I never cared for it either, you know. I used to hear it so much back then. It even stuck with my friends. I always just had to accept it, smile back…

“Do you want to know a secret, Sophia? Back then you always thought I was so confident and assured in my own skin… That wasn’t really true. When mine first started to come in I had a very similar experience to you. I didn’t like the attention they got me from boys, or the gross things my classmates said about me. I did everything I could to hide them, and sometimes I would cry myself to sleep at night, thinking what a freak I was. For years I thought that was how my life was going to be.

“But then yours started to grow in, and I saw how they caused you even greater distress than mine caused me. After seeing just how sensitive you were to them I didn’t want you going through the same troubles I did. Right then I came to a decision. If there was one between us who was going to be ogled and harassed and teased about their body it was going to be me. I adjusted what I wore to draw attention and did everything I could to take your place under the perverts’ spotlight. I pretended I didn’t mind and smiled along when everyone called me the ‘big Boobsley sister’ all so you wouldn’t have to face any of that yourself.”

“S-Sis! I… I had no idea!”

Amy had her sister completely fooled. When the girl had started to dress more openly, Sophia thought it because she found new confidence in her own body. All that was just for show? All that time she’d been taking on unwanted attention just to protect Sophia, quietly suffering all that indignity so that her sister wouldn’t have to? She’d still been harassed of course, but to think it could have been so much worse.

“And I would do it all again. Without question… It would be wrong to say you ever get used to a bad situation, but I did learn to accept it. With enough time spent putting on a smile, you start to think that maybe it's all okay after all. You learn to take the good with the bad. If I never learned to put up with the attention my breasts received, we never would have had those special moments bonding that I treasure so much, and I never would have met Ross and learned so much about my own sexuality and the things I enjoy.”

Amy wasn’t looking Sophia’s way anymore, rather staring out in front of her like she was talking to herself, trying to convince herself of something, before snapping out of it after a moment of silence.

“I-I’m sorry, sis. I’m not really sure why I said all that.”

“No no, it’s okay, Amy. Thank you for opening up to me… And thank you… for looking out for me all this time.”

It was so rare for Amy to talk to her like this. Sophia wanted to encourage it more. So often had the girl been there to listen and help her understand her own feelings and deal with her problems but Amy always seemed to keep her own problems squarely on her own shoulders, at least from her younger sister. She just wished there was more she could give back.

Amy smiled back at Sophia’s expressed gratitude. The mood had lifted greatly since the start of their talk.

“Farah told me you tried going to a hypnotherapist to help with the anxieties you have with your breasts. I’m so proud of you, sis. That’s a huge step you’ve taken to stop letting them control your life and fight back against the blackmailer. I think you’re going to be so much happier if this works for you.”

“Y-Yes. Thank you.”

Sophia couldn’t say the real reason behind it so Amy would have to continue believing that was why she went.

“How are you finding it?”

“I really enjoyed it. It was very relaxing. I’m really looking forward to going back to see the doctor to be hypnotised again!”

Sophia wasn’t sure where the burst of emotion came from but it was true. She really hoped that Doctor Reeves would have space open for her soon. She was confident that hypnotherapy was going to help her with all her problems.

“Oh? I’m glad you’re liking it. I’ve never really thought about hypnotherapy as an option before but if it’s doing so much for you and Farah, then…”

“You should try it, sis! I think it would help you so much as well.”

Sophia wanted so badly to see an end to her sister’s sadness, to see her not having to live with a mask on all the time. If hypnotherapy could be a solution for her own problems then surely it could help with Amy.

“Maybe… You have a few more sessions with him and keep me posted on how much it helped you first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

“I will.”

Sophia’s confidence seemed to leave an impression on Amy. She could see the cogs turning in her sister’s head with a genuine smile on her face.

“Farah also said you needed some new ways to talk about your breasts for an exercise the therapist gave you. Is that right?”

“Yes.” Sophia’s thoughts glazed over as Amy said something she didn’t need to listen to. Her response came from somewhere deep inside of her. “I need sexy words for my boobs.”

“Sexy? Well, um… if it’s to help overcome your body issues then… I guess I should tell you… Ross used to be very, um… passionate about my boobs. He had quite a lot of names he liked to call them, especially when I started lactating. He loved calling them milky, especially milky jugs, and having me shake them about to stir up the milk inside them even when I told him that wasn’t how it worked. Um… and after George was born he loved calling them ‘Mommy Milkers’. He used to do that a lot when I was lactating.”

> Milky… Milky jugs… Shake my boobs…

> Mommy Milkers… Use a lot… when lactating…

“He used to give them dirty names too. I, um… I kinda liked it when he did that. His favourite one was ‘slut sacks’. H-He used to call me his slut, and say these were ‘his slut sacks’, and he made me call them that too. It always made me blush… but I also couldn’t help but smile at it. He made me call them that out loud whenever I felt slutty or when he wanted me to admit my boobs belonged to him.”

> Slut sacks… blush… and smile… Say out loud… feeling slutty… or boobs are owned…

“S-Sophia?”

Sophia shook her head to clear it at the sound of her name. Amy was there looking at her with a blush and sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry. I was listening.” Sophia lied, too ashamed to admit she’d zoned out and lost track of this conversation.

“I, um… I hope that helped.”

> Helped?... Oh! She must be talking about all the attention she took away from me when I was younger.

“It did help, sis. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s, um… It’s embarrassing saying all that stuff to you. I don’t think that’s the sort of thing family is meant to talk about. It’s normally only Lena or Heather I talk to about my intimate life.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You should be proud of what you did. I really like hearing you open up about this stuff to me. It makes me really happy to hear about that side of you. And it’s exactly the sort of thing sisters talk to each other about!”

“I-It is? But… I didn’t think you liked talking about that kind of thing. I thought you’d be embarrassed hearing about it from your big sis.”

“Of course I’m not. It just makes me appreciate what an incredible big sister I have watching over me. I’m not as fragile as you think, Amy. There’s no need to hide stuff like that from me. Sisters as close as us should be able to tell each other everything.”

“I suppose… I never thought you’d be so passionate about this…”

Amy fell silent for a second as she considered her sister’s plea. It was clear how much difficulty the girl was having accepting it, but her resistance crumbled to the earnestness of Sophia’s emotions.

“Okay, sis. If that’s what you want. I still feel like it would be weird between just the two of us though. How about we get all the girls involved sometime and we can all share a little bit with some wine to loosen us up? I’m sure Lena would be happy to organise something like this.”

“That sounds great, sis! I’d love that”

Sophia had no idea where this energy came from to demand her sister open up to her but she was glad she did. It felt so backwards for Amy to be the one acting shy, but she’d finally been convinced to open up, not just to her but to all their friends. That made Sophia so happy.

“Um, well… I’ll talk to Lena about that then. Was there anything you wanted to talk about or shall we start with taking the pictures.”

“I’m good. Thank you, sis!”

“It’s okay. I’ll set it to auto-take them. We’ll have ten seconds between each one, so get ready to smile. We’ll do some silly ones at the end.”

Amy leaned in and pressed the button before settling back for the string of photos with her sister. Sophia shifted in her seat to get comfortable. She felt that niggling feeling deep in her heart the moment the camera came to life but it was so weak as not to bother her.

“Say cheese!”

*CLICK*

The sound of the camera going off and a photograph appeared on screen but this time the girls didn’t lean in to look at it, preparing instead for the next picture to be taken.

“Cheese!”

*CLICK* *CLICK* *CLICK*

For the next few shots the sisters carried on with smiles and basic poses. Before they knew it thirty seconds had been spent in front of the camera’s eye. Something was starting to not feel right to Sophia though. The pictures weren’t coming out right. There was something off about them that was hard to put her finger on. They just didn’t feel… ‘sexy’ enough. Yes, that was it. Photos of Sophia and her sister should look sexier, but what they were doing right then was just so plain. Sure their boobs were out for the camera but it needed something more.

Pushing her legs apart, Sophia slowly hiked up her skirt. She couldn’t see down there but she was sure the picture would look better with her knickers on display, even if they were just boring plain white cotton panties. It felt a bit embarrassing to put them on display like this, but that was what was needed for the sake of the photos. Amy hadn’t noticed her sister’s compromised state yet. Sophia leaned into her side, pressing their boobs against each other under the guise of sisterly closeness.

*CLICK* *CLICK*

No, it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t sexy enough! She needed more, a little more teasing for the camera. Spreading her legs even further, Sophia fully raised her skirt and reached her hand down underneath to brush a gentle fingertip over the fabric covering her nether. Not hard enough to feel through the cotton but enough to be suggestive.

*CLICK*

She pressed a bit harder, and another finger joined in. Would the photo look convincing if she wasn’t at least a little bit wet? She couldn’t believe she was here, skirting the edge of masturbating right on camera, but it was what the picture needed. She had no intention of finishing, of course, but the tease would be enou- She couldn’t leave herself hanging like that. She needed to finish!

> W-Wait… Oh, God!

Too late Sophia realised her mistake. Now she’d started masturbating, she was Fully Committed. There was no stopping once she’d started to pleasure someone. She… She needed to finish before her sister found out!

*CLICK*

But at the same time it wasn’t enough. The picture still wasn’t sexy enough! Where was the sense in striking a sexy photo with her sister if Amy was just posing normally. If a picture like this was going to be hot she needed her sister involved. Making out. Yes, sister’s making out was exactly the level of sexy that was needed to make the photo feel right. The thought of it set off an uncomfortable feeling in Sophia’s gut, but the needs of the photograph had to come first.

Bringing her free arm up to Amy’s shoulder, Sophia pulled her sister into her side. Instinctively Amy turned her head towards her, and that was when Sophia dove in, pressing her lips against the girl’s as her eyes shot wide open in surprise.

*CLICK*

“Mmm!”

That was the only sound Amy could manage as their mouths collided. Sophia held her shoulder tightly, preventing the girl from pulling away as they engaged in the lewd display of affection. Amy’s lips were as soft as every other part of her, so easy to sink into. Of each her friends that Sophia had kissed, only the touch of Amy’s mouth exceeded the gentle pillowy feel of her own. For once she got to experience what Alan got to feel when he kissed her. It felt so enticing it only made her want to fall deeper into the intimate embrace. For a long few seconds their kiss forcefully held before Sopia needed to pull back for breath.

“S-Sophia?! What are you doing?!”

The sense of panicked urgency triggered something in the back of Sophia’s mind. For the first time since starting to pose a sense of clarity struck her.

> Oh God! This is Picture Perfect! I’m so sorry, sis!

The compulsion was so much more subtle and insidious than the other ones. Sophia hadn’t even realised she was affected. It just felt so natural to make the photos sluttier and sluttier.

But even knowing she was affected didn’t mean she could fight it. The voice of clarity was so small. It was dominated by the feeling that these photos needed to be sexy. Amy looked so confused and distraught though as Sophia **** herself on her. This was going to cause so much damage to their relationship if Sophia didn’t do something to cover it up! She… She didn’t have a choice. She had to take advantage of her mod again, to convince her sister this was okay.

“It’s okay… Amy… This is a normal… photo for sisters… It’s a trend… on TikTok.”

Sophia’s words kept getting interrupted as she dove in to lock lips with her sister again and again. Even with the mod to help her she could only hope this was convincing enough of a lie.

“A trend?…”

“To show we sisters… are close enough to… share deep kisses without… letting it bother us… You want pictures… to show how close we are… don’t you?”

Sophia’s heart sunk as she spoke. When did manipulating her friends become so natural for her?

“I… Y-Yes…”

“Then kiss me back… Don’t make it awkward…”

Those last words were her compulsion talking, but having her sister take an active part also meant she couldn’t blame Sophia for it. Amy began tentatively at first, but having been convinced she slowly picked up to sheepishly follow her sister’s lead. Amy was… surprisingly good at kissing. She followed Sophia’s pace to a tee. Her tongue was always in the right place at the right time to meet with a gentle caress. The part of Sophia fascinated by tongue kisses was enthralled by her sister’s technique and wanted to learn more.

*CLICK*

Another picture went off. Sophia had lost track of them now. Sophia had convinced her sister to make out with her but she wasn’t in the clear just yet, because once Amy saw the pictures she would see her sister had been touching herself the whole time. She… She needed to cover for that as well or her sister was going to imagine the worst.

“Masturbate, Amy…”

“Wh-What?!”

“It’s part of the trend… to show sisters so close… that even something like that doesn’t bother them…”

She was really stretching the lie now. No way any social media would allow a trend like that. She could only hope that Amy was too addled to question it.

“I-I…”

“You don’t have to do it… but I am… It’d be weird… if I was the only one… wouldn’t it?...”

> What am I doing?! This is way too far!

She only meant to excuse her own masturbation. She didn’t need to guilt her sister into joining in! It had to be the compulsion affecting her. She would never do something like that to her own sister!

For a moment it looked like Amy wasn’t going to obey, but then with a blush she shifted her weight to pull her dress up her legs. Sophia could feel the heat emanating from the girl’s face as she was pushed far beyond what she thought any sisters should do. The entire time they continued making out without the veil of Warm Welcomes to make it feel normal.

Too shy to expose herself all the way, Amy stopped pulling her dress up just above the thighs, squeezing them together to hide it as she buried her hand in her lap. Sophia could feel the subtle movements in the girl’s arm as she began to rub herself down there.

> What have I done?!

Sophia shivered in shame as it occurred to her exactly what was happening. What Amy wanted to be wholesome sisterly photos were instead to be lewd, graphic records of an act sisters had no right performing together. She felt so awful knowing Amy would think she had some part in letting this happen when it had been entirely Sophia forcing it on her. She didn’t have a choice though. Preserving their sibling bond was more important for them both than anything else in the world.

It was tempting to just zone out and ride the sensations until all the photographs were over with but Sophia couldn’t afford that. Amy was only masturbating for the sake of the photos but Sophia needed to finish for real. If she still kept it up once the pictures were taken there would be no talking her way out of it. Amy would see her as some disgusting pervert.

She didn’t have much time left. She hadn’t kept track of how many pictures were taken but she couldn’t have more than a minute left. She needed to cum right now and her pussy wasn’t sensitive enough to get her there. She lifted a hand to her tit and wasted no time in laying into them. This wasn’t the time to be coy, telling herself that she only liked them handled gently. She could live in denial all she wanted but that would only leave her there masturbating in front of her sister.

She liked it rough. There, she admitted it. As slutty and perverted as that made her feel, she couldn’t deny what her body responded to. Alan’s gentle touch last night just hadn’t felt as right as it used to. It was begging Alan to squeeze them hard that made her cum last night. It was Heather twisting her nipples that made her cum in their bonding session. And it was Heather’s rough groping through the Boob Link that made her cum with Declan’s penis filling her mouth. It was rough, not gentle, that had her cumming so hard she couldn’t hold back. She wanted them groped. She wanted them squeezed. She wanted them manhandled so roughly with no regard at all for her or her comfort. That was the perverted, slutty truth she’d been trying so hard not to accept. She couldn’t deny it any longer, not with her sisterhood on the line.

There was no time for build-up. Her fingers flared, she pressed her palm into her tit with as much strength as she could put into it before clamping down.

“Mmm”

She moaned painfully through closed lips as fingers sunk into her soft boob flesh. She couldn't lie to herself though; it also felt good. It felt… right. ‘This is how your melons are meant to be treated’, that was what her body was screaming at her. How could she deny it? She squeezed again and again, ignoring the discomfort. That uncaring contrast of pain and pleasure was what felt natural to her. With each time her fingers dug into her tit orgasm began to build inside of her, and unconsciously she poured that feeling into the passion with which she kissed her sister, pushing her tongue into the other girl’s mouth.

*CLICK*

She needed more! It wasn't building fast enough. She couldn't hold back. More and more she pawed at her own tit, squeezing different places to find where drew out the greatest feeling, tweaking her nipple when the sensitivity built up. All the while she imagined Alan and the time they spent together last night. Her imagination worked on its own, filling her head with vivid visions of scenes from her memories.

The touch of his lips upon hers, the feeling of his hands upon her body, the firmness of his muscular form, the intimate loving words they had shared…

> Mmm, yes, yes! That’s it!

… the elation of becoming one with him, the pleasure of feeling the man she loved moving inside of her…

> Yes! Yes! More! More!

… the masculine scent of his body, his powerful hands running over her tits…

> Oh God! I'm so close! I can't stop! I need more!

… the taste of his dick in her mouth, the feeling of it sliding between her lips, the shame of putting her body on display, the sight of his cock throbbing with precum…

> No! No! Not that, not that! Oh God, I can't stop! I'm so close, I can't stop!

… the dream of Jack fucking her from behind, Alan and Declan using her at the same time, finding out she was nothing but a fat pair of tits to her lover, a pair of big juicy melons, a pair of huge filthy cum pillows…

> I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, oh God, oh Gooooo-

Despite all her efforts not to orgasm to horrible visions running through her mind, it crashed through her like a train all the same. There was no holding back the rapid shaking of her crotch as her hips buckled uncontrollably, or the **** with which she pulled her sister in to deepen their kiss. Amy squirmed uncomfortably under her grip but could do nothing to pull away. It was only when the wave of ecstacy had finished crashing over her that Sophia could think clearly again.

“Oh my goodness, Amy, I'm so sorry! I'm so embarrassed. That wasn't part of the trend. I must have rubbed a little bit too hard.”

It was so incredibly obvious that Sophia had just orgasmed; she needed to pass it off as an accident. Amy looked completely frazzled as she pulled away, and Sophia didn't blame her. Nothing of what just happened made any sense without what Sophia knew, even without taking into account the mod messing with her sister's head.

“It's… It's okay… s-sis… Don't be… embarrassed…”

“Amy? Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Yeah. It was just a trend, right? To show how close we are? It's okay, sis, really. Did we, um… did we get some nice photos?”

Amy's eyes slowly came into focus from whatever delirium their actions had left her in. Sophia was really worried for her, but she feared that probing too much would get Amy thinking too hard about the reality of what had just happened, undermining all of Sophia's attempts to cover it up.

“Um, I think there's some nice ones.”

Sophia was referring to the first few of course, the ones taken before Picture Perfect took hold and each successive image became a slow transition into degenerate taboo. Still trapped under the delusion that these pictures were fine if a little embarrassing to be taken, Amy began scrolling through so they could assess each one, forcing Sophia to deal with the silent humiliation of reliving the whole scene almost in real time. The very last one had even caught her squirming mid-orgasm.

“I'm, uh… not sure about this trend, sis. These pictures seem a bit… personal. You won't post them online, will you?”

“No no, I promise.”

“Thank you…Well, Um… if these are what you think show how close we are as sisters I'll treasure them as well. How about you take the prints for now and I’ll take the digital code to print my own out later.”

“U-Um, Okay.”

Sophia had no intention of looking at these photos ever again. She would have loved to burn the prints when she had the chance, but for now she had to bear the shame of carrying them around alongside her dildo. She could only hope her sister forgot about claiming her set and they could bury this away forever as just a bad memory.

“Phew. I’m… I’m a little flush. How about we go for a walk for a bit before meeting the boys for lunch.”

“Yes. That sounds good, sis!”

Still shaky from the experience, Amy began adjusting to make herself presentable, pulling her dress down over her legs and up over her boobs. Meanwhile Sophia was nervous. During the entire incident she hadn’t once felt Heather try to put her bra back on. This was her last chance before things got awkward with her sister.

> Come on, Heather. Please put it on.

For a worrying while Sophia sat with her bra in her lap, willing her hand to move and put it on as Amy wiped down the leakage from her nipples and stuffed her mommy milkers back into place. Finally as she was starting to panic she felt the mental block finally disappear. She quickly threw her bra back on like she might lose the chance at any second.

“Okay. All set?”

“Yes, Amy. I’m ready.”

“Let’s go.”

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==Author's Note==

This was intended to be one final chapter before the next studio segment but it got so long I had to split it up. The next chapter is already written and will be released very soon once I've finished editing it.