Public Property

Once again, I await what will undoubtedly be a horrible, life-shattering change. Apparently, it wasn't enough to make someone a jiggling pile of jello like they did with Chrissi anymore. They had to make every category as **** as possible it seems. Finding it hard to breath as the timer ticks down, my newly swelled lips quiver and remind me how much I've already been altered. And how much more they could do to me....

"And the winner is Public Property! Techs, do your thing!" My eyes water as the collar hums around me, feeling the fuzz take over my brain once more. This had to be one of the worst outcomes, how could I have been so foolish to come on this show. With the fuzz fading away, I find my eyes coming back into focus on Jack.

"Now, that was only the mental part of the punishment. Before we go into the physical changes, why don't we see what Kate thinks so far?" Taking a deep breath, I look down at my plain t-shirt. I don't feel any different yet. No deep seated compulsion, no physical change yet of course. I'm sure I'll learn what's changed soon.

"I-" Just breath Kate. "I don't feel any different really, your breasts are the same as-" I pause. I meant to say my breasts.

"I mean, your breasts are. Your breasts.....My. Your breasts-" Tripping over my tongue, the act gets a few cheers from the audience. I could think it, but I couldn't say it. Embarrassed at my tongue tying, I fill with dread over the the implication. I knew what was coming, but seeing it come to life makes it all the more terrifying.

"Quick learner! Those are in fact not your breasts anymore. They're everyones! Why don't you show everyone their new breasts!"

"No, please! Don't make me!" My **** cry is no use. The audience is hungry for my humiliation, and as my hands act on their own accord and move to the bottom of my t-shirt they cheer wildly. Lifting it up, my modest handfuls are displayed in all their glory, as I had neglected a bra knowing the show I'd be on. Crying as I bath in whoops and hollers, I heard a faint call from the audience.

"Pinch a nipple!"

"AH!" I cry, getting an even louder response. Helpless to resist, one of my hands comes down and gives a nipple a sharp pinch, sending pain into my chest as my fingernails dig in briefly. Sobbing, I can do nothing but stand there and face my new reality. Turning around to hide in shame, I stop when my chest faces the edge of the seats. It seems that I wasn't done fulfilling the order to show my chest.

"Please, let me stop!" I cry out to Jack, who seems amused by my suffering.

"Ok, ok. You can put the breasts away." Throwing my shirt down, I turn and run to backstage, only to be met with a wall of a man. Giving me a glare, he points me back to Jack. Right, the contract. If I leave, this will get extremely bad. The only way forwards, is through. Trying to calm down, I turn and slowly walk back to the devilish host.

"Thank you for returning! So, are you happy with your change?"

"No! This is awful, you've taken a part of me away and turned it into some, toy!"

"Taken away? Nonsense, they're still on your chest! We're just letting others enjoy them as well! Tell me, do you like your breasts?"

"I don't have breasts." I impulsively say before I realize it. Eyes widening, I interject against myself. "When I had them- they were fine...."

"Well, those breasts you've kindly- who am I kidding- we took from you are about to get an upgrade! Audience, select your size!" A much shorter timer appears on the screen, and after a mere 10 seconds the collar begins humming again, this time bringing about a tingling in my chest. Watching in awe, I see my chest expand against the shirt, causing it to bulge out considerably. Despite having no support from a bra, they stand proud, and it's quite clear I don't have a bra from the hard points sticking outwards.

"To summarize, the audience has selected 32H breasts for you, with extra perkiness, sensitivity, and large nipples. I'm sure you'll find these much nicer than the old ones you've given up! However, breasts don't seem like the right word for them, so I think it'd be best if you avoid using that from now on." Jack looks at me with his same old smile as he says the last part, but it feels like it's gained another level of evil.

"I- I- I guess." I don't know what to say, and I'm still awestruck at my new chest. Having had modest breasts my whole life, this new weight feels immense. I'm going to need to spend some time learning to run again, maybe even have trouble walking. And how am I going to sleep? Of course, as Jack liked to point out, these aren't exactly mine anymore, are they... Even as I stand here though, I can tell the sensitivity got boosted. Without a bra, my nipples rubbing against my shirt sends waves through my body and into my crotch, heating me up slightly against my discomfort of standing before this audience.

"Now, why don't you tell me a little about your breasts?" Jack prompts me, and I find myself answering before I can even process the intent of his question.

"They're not my breasts anymore, they're everyone's and they're everyone's big fuckpillows." My eyes widen as that leaves my mouth. "These melons are huge, I don't know if I'll be able to walk normally let alone run. They're really sensitive now and I don't know how I'll deal with this." Mouth running along even as my eyes dart around, my hands hang close by on either side as I attempt to cover it and fail. Finally, once it's done responding, my hands snap over my mouth as my red face wells up in tears.

"Oh, so you don't care if I do this?" Jack reaches towards me with clear intent, but despite my racing heart I stand still. As his hand grips me through my shirt, his palm brushes my nipple and my legs quiver a little. "Hello, Kate?" He asks again impatiently, presenting me with the microphone. I can't afford to get on the shows bad side....

"I- I do care! Please don't do this!" Crying to him, I'm helpless under his hand.

"But they're not your tits right? So why shouldn't I?"

"You- you-" I try to speak, but nothing comes out. "Please, I hate this just let me be!"

"Ok fine." Jack pulls his hand away to my relief. "I will say though, you should fix your shirt, you should leave everyone's breasts visible, show the cleavage." Following his order, I find my hands going up to the neckline of my shirt. With horror, I witness them pull apart the fabric creating a tear running down to below my nipples. With the newly- enhanced- shirt, my cleavage- their cleavage- is shown proudly to the audience, and the magically enhanced perkiness keeps them sitting high.

"Perfect!" Jack sticks his hand out and flicks a nipple clearly showing through the shirt and I flinch under his manipulation. "That's all for this demonstration, onto the next case!"

I take a moment to collect myself. This was bad. Really bad. But I have to stick it through. I just need to get my first way out and take it.

"Case 1!" I finally stammer out. Lucky number 1, I hope...

"Lets see....OH too bad!" The audience cheers once more at the newest bimbo symbol. "Looks like you're getting a new Sexuality!" The options pull up on the screen, towering above me.

1. The Right Price: Kate will always be compelled to negotiate a reasonable price for any sexual act others propose to her. Additionally, she will not be able to engage in any sexual activity without an exchange being involved, including masturbation. The exchange does not need to be monetary, and Kate will try to use sex in place of money when possible.
2. Always Helpful: Whenever Kate discovers someone is aroused, she will offer to help relieve their arousal. She will insist on letting them use her mouth, cum on her, any number of acts until they're either no longer aroused or leave. Kate will always follow through on her promises.
3. Under Her Spell: Other's will find Kate's sexual advances hypnotic, and be unable to resist following her lead. Kate will also be unable to bring herself pleasure, and will always be dominant in bed, reliant on using or ordering others to bring her pleasure. She won't be able to help herself from commanding women for her pleasure.
4. Fleshlight: Kate is unable to have sex or masturbate, but will allow her body to be used freely for other's pleasure. While being used she will ignore it and attempt to keep herself occupied. When others near her masturbate or have sex they will be compelled to use her as a toy.

Current Changes

• Hell of a Hello: Whenever Kate greets someone, she will give them a heavy makeout. Kate's lips will also fill out, and she will always wear red lipstick to match her hair.
• Public Property: Kate loses ownership of her breasts. She will follow all orders related to her breasts, and anyone is allowed to touch or use them as they please. Modifications to her breast such as implants or piercings will be voted on, and she will post sexy selfies online at least once a day so the public may enjoy their breasts.