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Compulsion
Becky swayed slightly on stage, her thoughts still bouncing around like pinballs thanks to the Scatterbrained change. One second she was trying to focus on strategy, the next she was distracted by how good the tight fabric of her sports bra felt against her nipples, or how many people in the audience were staring at her toned legs.
“Alright, Becky,” Jack prompted with a smirk. “You’re still in this. Pick your next case.”
She blinked, forcing her racing mind to settle on a number. “Um… number twelve?”
Chrissi skipped over cheerfully and flipped the tile. The big screen lit up with the puppet-on-strings icon.
“Compulsion category!” Jack announced dramatically. “This one’s always a fan favorite. Let’s see what irresistible urges our audience has cooked up for you.”
The options appeared on the board:
1. Pose For Me — Becky feels an irresistible compulsion to strike sexy, photogenic poses whenever someone looks at her (or she thinks they might). She’ll do it constantly in public and at home.
2. Obedient Girl — Strong compulsion to obey direct commands from anyone, especially attractive people. She can resist for a few seconds, but it feels incredibly good to give in.
3. Exercise Addict — Compelled to work out or do sexy stretches/poses multiple times a day. Skipping it causes building anxiety and horniness.
4. Flirty Tease — Constantly compelled to flirt, compliment, and tease people. She can’t stop herself from making suggestive comments or light physical contact.
5. Exhibitionist Urge — Compelled to show off her body in increasingly risky ways — flashing, wearing even skimpier versions of her gym clothes, “forgetting” to cover up after workouts.
6. Performance Slut — Compelled to put on erotic little shows or dances for anyone who shows interest. The more people watching, the stronger the urge and the better it feels.
Becky’s cheeks burned. “Not this one… please not this one,” she muttered, but her scattered thoughts kept drifting to how her body already felt so good on display.
The voting was fast and brutal. When the results came in, Jack let out a low whistle.
“Looks like we have a tie, folks! Becky, you’ll be receiving both Exercise Addict and Exhibitionist Urge!”
The buzz hit her immediately.
A restless energy flooded her muscles. Her body craved movement—needed it. She could already feel the first hints of anxious itch under her skin, the building urge to stretch, to sweat, to push herself physically. At the same time, a wicked new impulse whispered in her ear: show them more. Let them see how good you look.
Becky squirmed, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Without thinking, she reached down and tugged the hem of her tiny athletic shorts a little higher, exposing more of the curve of her ass. The moment she did it, a warm pulse of pleasure rolled through her.
“Oh… shit,” she whispered, eyes widening. She tried to pull the shorts back down, but her hands trembled with reluctance. It felt better when they rode up like this.
Jack grinned. “Feeling the need to move already? Why don’t you give the audience a little demonstration?”
Becky fought it for a few seconds, but the compulsion won out. She dropped into a deep squat right there on stage, then rose smoothly into a standing stretch that arched her back and pushed her chest forward. The motion made her sports bra strain. A soft, involuntary moan slipped out as the dual compulsions fed each other—working her body felt good, and showing it off felt even better.
The audience cheered. Becky’s face flushed bright red, but she couldn’t deny the slick heat building between her thighs. Her Scatterbrained mind struggled to stay focused on her goal of winning the wish. All she could think about was finding a treadmill… or maybe just doing some jumping jacks right here while everyone watched.
Jack laughed. “We’ll give you a minute to compose yourself. But you still have more cases to open, Becky. What’s next?”
She straightened up, breathing harder than the simple stretch warranted, already fighting the urge to peel her top up just a little and show off her toned abs to the crowd.
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