Respect My Authority

"And with a dominant 37.97%, the winner is... Respect My Authority!"

"Fuck..." Eve swore under her breath. She had a feeling that option would win the moment she saw it, but she had briefly held out hope one of the others might have won out on entertainment value alone. Now those hopes were quashed. As the collar activated and she felt the brief fogginess overtake her mind again, the only thought that managed to pierce through it was that she was well and truly screwed now.

Eve recovered just as Jack began his explanation, "From now on, Evie is going to find it very hard to disobey anyone she sees as an authority figure, more so the more power and authority they have over her. Something to note is that while having a high standing overall does help, the actual authority they have over Evie specifically is more important than the authority they have in general. So the police chief she works for or her landlord will have more of an influence over her than a CEO or president might, for example."

Eve thought back to Chief Donovan, the stocky middle-aged man she called her boss. He was a hard-lined, by-the-books type of person, so she was pretty confident he wouldn't **** the power he now had over her. Her landlord Mr. Garret on the other hand... that skeevy creep might.

Jack stroked his chin dramatically, "Come to think of it, as the host running this shindig, I imagine I might have some level of authority over her right now. You guys want me to test my theory out?"

Eve's eyes went wide with horror. She hadn't thought of that, and definitely didn't want to find out if it was true, but the cheering crowd made it clear the decision wasn't going to be up to her.

"Well the audience has spoken! Evie honey, go ahead and undo the rest of the buttons on that top of yours and show us some skin."

Eve gaped at him in shock, "W-What? I... n-n...."

Come on, tell him no! Eve thought to herself. But her mouth couldn't form the word. The moment she thought about refusing his request, she had felt a rising anxiety overtake her, the same she would get when she thought about talking back to her father as a child. There was an overwhelming dread that disobedience wouldn't be tolerated, and though logically Eve knew such a thought was ridiculous to have, her hands reached up and begin popping open the buttons of her police jacket one by one. Eventually the jacket was hanging completely open, giving the studio audience a view of her toned belly, not to mention a better look at the black lingerie bra she was wearing over her chest. The moment she was done, her anxiety was washed away by an intense feeling of satisfaction from being obedient, and she couldn't help but smile a little bit at how good she felt.

"Well would you look at that?" Jack said with a grin, "Seems like I do have some authority here after all! It feels pretty good to listen to me, huh Evie?"

"Yes sir," Eve muttered, before realizing what she said and scowling, "I-I mean screw you! That was... I..."

The audience began laughing, and Eve's cheeks went red. She reached down to begin buttoning the jacket back up, but Jack stopped her by saying, "Leave that open for a while, honey. We want to see the goods."

She managed to get one button fastened, but immediately undid it again at his command. Her hands went to her sides and clenched into fists, both out of anger and her growing arousal at the way Jack was treating her. If it was this hard to disobey him, what was it going to be like when someone with actual authority over her tried to give her an order?

"So Evie, are you ducking out now? Or are you-"

"I'm going to keep playing," Eve said quickly, before she could talk herself out of it. She was too deep in the hole now. There was no way she was going to leave here with this and Um, Actually. She had to find a way to get rid of one, or preferably both, of them, and fast.

"Alright then! What number is Chrissi opening next?"

"Um... 19."

"Alright Chrissi, you heard the lady! Let's take a look inside number 19!"

Chrissi went over to the case and popped it open, revealing the picture of a watermelon.

"Goddammit!" Eve shouted, kicking the podium angrily.

"Whoa whoa whoa Evie! None of that now," Jack scolded, "That podium is expensive! Okay, not really, it's just a hunk of painted wood, but it'll still come out of your winnings if you damage it. Anyway, looks like you're about to get a change to your Breasts! About time we got a physical change, wouldn't you say folks?"

The crowd cheered in affirmation, and even Chrissi clapped excitedly. The only one who didn't look thrilled was Eve herself.

"Okay, let's light up the board and see those options!"

1 - High Beams: Eve will no longer be able to wear bras of any kind, and her nipples will both increase in size and become permanently erect.

2 - Heavy Hangers: Eve's breasts will increase in size to H-Cups, and become more heavy and dense than normal (but still maintain an attractive shape).

3 - Hot Flashers: Eve's breasts will get hot easily, and at random intervals throughout the day will rapidly heat up to the point where any kind of covering will make them overheat, forcing Eve to expose her chest to open air in order to cool off.

4 - Sensitivity Training: Eve's breasts will become incredibly sensitive, and will continue increasing in sensitivity as Eve gets used to the feeling of them.

5 - On Tap: Eve will no longer need to pee. Whenever she would normally have to go to the bathroom, her breasts will instead fill up with whatever drink she last consumed, and will start leaking if she doesn't empty them right away.

"Oh, looks like we got some rarely seen options on there!" Jack said excitedly, "Usually Breasts is one of the first categories chosen, meaning the options end up being rather tame. But getting them this late means that we're getting to the more **** changes!"

Wait, the changes get worse the longer I play? Eve hadn't even considered that, but thinking back to other episodes she had watched in the past the trend was obvious in hindsight. And it made sense too: continually rising stakes made for good tension and a great show. Of course, that was little comfort for Eve given that it was her boobs on the line now. And pretty much every single change was awful, except maybe 1... but even that was going to be incredibly humiliating given her already restricted clothing options.

"Alright folks, let's open up the polls and see what change Evie here is going to get!"

(The poll is now closed. See the results here: https://strawpoll.com/6p5c4ze3o/r)