Results: Compelling Drama

The studio buzzed with quiet conversation as the audience conferred on which options spoke to them. The cameras had seemingly switched off while the vote was carried out, though Sophia still had no idea where they were hiding, and the host was busy refreshing himself in preparation for them coming back on.

Sophia was trying her best to clear her mind. She didn't want to think about anything right now. About the ways her life had already been irrevocably transformed. About the humiliations she'd been made to endure, or how she'd betrayed her beloved fiancé pleasuring the member of another man. Most of all she didn't want to think about the future, about how many more rounds of this twisted game show she'd have to endure, because she knew if she acknowledged that her hardships were only just starting it would break her completely. It was better to bury her head in the sand and tell herself that the trial that lay right in front of her was the worst she'd ever face.

Though if she was being honest with herself, that wasn't too difficult a reality to imagine. Sophia couldn't think of much worse than losing control of herself. She had just a few minutes left to enjoy her own autonomy. After that she would have rules imprinted on her mind superseding her own free will. She'd be trapped inside a body programmed to dance for the perverted audience's amusement. Just like her friend was being made to dance now. They hadn't retracted Heather's orders. She was still there, bent down and exposed, shaking her rear for these people's pleasure. That would be Sophia soon enough, except she wouldn't have the mercy of being **** while her body betrayed her.

> No... No, stop it Sophia. You always do this! You always give up as soon as things get tough... Do heroes give up when they're caught in the villain's scheme? No! That the time they show what they're made of! You have to keep fighting. You have to save Heather!

Sophia shook off her dark thoughts and turned her attention back to what really mattered. Her best friend was stuck with her on this perverted show, and the only way to save her was to find the three prize cases and put an end to it once and for all. If she couldn't find the strength to hold on for herself, she had to do it for Heather.

“Sophie!”

Sophia flinched as a familiar voice squeaked out from behind her. As she turned to face it the hostess pulled her in for a hug, smooshing their bosoms against one another, and planted a kiss on her cheek before pulling back. Chrissi still had the doll of her cradled in her other arm.

“Uh, hi Chrissi.”

“This has been such a good episode so far. You’re so lucky you got to have all those changes to your boobs. You must have the most specialest boobies in all the world now!”

Sophia blushed at the girl’s attempted compliment. She couldn’t have been further from the truth. Perhaps ‘special’ was one word to describe them, but not in the sense the girl meant.

“I hope you get the Full Commitment change you wanted!”

“Chrissi, I don’t want…”

Sophia trailed off. She’d met the sparkling blue eyes of the hostess, full of love and admiration, and realised it was pointless to contradict her. This woman could no longer conceive the notion that women didn’t want to be changed into smutty parodies of themselves. In her head, these list of options could only have a choice the contestant loved most, not hated least.

“...Thanks Chrissi. I appreciate it.”

The hostess paid her back with a warm smile. It was reassuring to have someone with her who wanted to be her ally, even if her warped worldview prevented her from truly being so.

“Say Chrissi, what was your compulsion when you were on the show?” Sophia asked with a sudden tinge of curiosity.

“I don’t have any compulsions, silly. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do.”

> Huh? Did they not give her a compulsion round?... Or... does she really think her compulsions are things she wants to do?

Sophia desperately hoped it was the former. The latter was too scary a thought to even consider.

“Oh, and I really wanted to say! I hope you have a super nice wedding! I wish I could see it. It sounds like it’s gonna be so magical.”

“Well-”, Sophia caught herself... before gathering her resolve and continuing. “...why don’t you come?”

“Really?! You want me to come to your wedding?!”

To her surprise, Sophia realised the answer was yes. For all of Chrissi's circumstances and faults, the friendliness, genuine care and interest the hostess had shown to her made it easy to like her. Sophia had really come to appreciate her presence as a beacon of positivity on the stage, and after seeing the genuine excitement the girl showed towards her wedding, she couldn’t help but want her there. She would have to explain to Alan and everyone else how she knew a girl that looked and acted like Chrissi did, but compared to the ordeals she experienced because of the show, that would be nothing.

“Yes Chrissi. You can come if you want.”

“Yay! Thank you so much Sophie! I’ll have to check with Jack if it’s okay to go, but I’m so happy I get to see your big day.”

Chrissi was openly bouncing in excitement. For a moment Sophia’s gaze was drawn down to the jiggling masses threatening to burst from the girl’s top before she dragged it back up to meet her eyes. The hostess’s beaming smile cast off any doubts Sophia had about inviting her.

“Chrissi, dear. Back to your place now darling.”

Their talk was interrupted by the host’s voice calling out for filming to start up again. Chrissi pulled Sophia in close for one more tight hug before skipping off back to her spot by the cases, leaving Sophia feeling the most light-hearted she’d been since she got back to the studio. The girl had an infectious cheerfulness to her, and Sophia was thankful for the chance to forget about her situation, if only for a brief moment.

Then Jack shot her his sly grin as he settled into place and she remembered what was about to happen.

“The voting is over and our winning compulsions have been decided. Let us turn our attention up to the screen to see the results.”

For what was starting to feel like routine, Sophia turned with dread towards the back wall to see the new ways her life was going to be irrevocably changed. The familiar axis of a graph flashed up on the monitor, and the hall went silent as everyone watched the bars begin to extend. It took longer this time for the first bar to fall, but once it did the majority all dropped off in quick succession. Only one bar extended further, eking out a few more votes to put it ahead of the others. A moment later it and the two runners up began to glow in gold: Picture Perfect, with Lap Warmer and Full Commitment trailing a little further behind.

Sophia felt herself tense up at the results. She’d been hoping for there to be only two winners, but a draw for second place had locked that chance away. At the very least she got the one she hated least and avoided what she hated most. What really worried her though was Lap Warmer. Having to sit in the lap of every person she sat with was going to be devastating for her reputation, and that was ignoring the other unmentionable acts it promised to have her perform.

> No, it’s okay. They’re compulsions, not commandments. I can fight them off if I really try. I was caught off guard last time, but as long as I really focus I can resist whatever they try to make me do. My love for Alan will overcome whatever control they have over me.

Sophia had turned her back on the screen as she thought it over, and it was just as she finished consoling herself that she heard it. A tone she remembered from her last time here in the studio. She twisted herself back around to the screen to see her worst fears realised. Six bars glowing in gold.

> N-No. Not again. This can’t be happening.

“W-why…?” was all Sophia could manage, with a whimper.

“What a result! It looks like our princess’s earlier struggles with her new ‘fuck pillows’ awakened quite the hunger, within many of you in our wonderful audience, to see Sophia struggle for control of her own body. With 60.7% of the vote, the Full House takes it once again!”

A deafening round of cheers arose from the audience while Sophia tried to process what was happening. This couldn’t be real. Normally contestants received one change each round, but she was to receive every single option from the first three? Was this entire show a façade to cause her misery? What had she done to deserve this?

“Not much visual spectacle to this one I’m afraid, so let’s just get right down to it. Control Collar, if you please.”

Sophia’s hands shot to her Collar but there was nothing she could do. It was flush so tightly around her neck she couldn’t even get a fingernail beneath it. It seemed to hold back its shock for a moment as though mocking her futile attempts to remove it, before delivering a jolt that went straight for her brain. The pain was incredible. It was like she could feel new neural pathways being forged inside her brain, ones that would ensnare her with addictive, compulsive behaviour she would spend near every moment of her waking life fighting to resist.

It took just a few seconds for the Collar to reprogram her mind. When it was done, Sophia was surprised to find she felt no different at all. She might have even deluded herself into thinking it hadn’t actually done anything, but she wasn’t so naïve to think Jack would hold back on any misery he promised. There was no doubt in Sophia’s mind that there were now seven triggers forever installed inside of it. Sitting down with others, having her picture taken, being asked for help, having anything phallic near her breasts, being caught in a compromising position, playing or spectating a game or wager, even just saying hello or goodbye to people. These were all things she’d have to be careful of going forward, make strategies around mitigating and prepare herself to fight off the mental urges they produced whenever they happened.

Yet despite being aware of the compulsions now lurking in her brain, Sophia realised she wasn’t as panicked as she thought she would be. She was still tense, anxious and fearful of course, but she’d expected herself to devolve into a nervous wreck after having her mind messed with like that. Perhaps it was the overwhelming sense of hopelessness at her situation dulling her other emotions. Perhaps it was the more covert nature of the changes not eliciting as strong of a response as her breast alterations. Or perhaps the Collar had once again messed with her emotions in order to keep the show running smoothly. Whatever it was, Sophia actually felt somewhat grateful. She hated feeling **** in front of Jack and the audience. The less these people saw her crumble under stress the better.

“Now normally at this stage, we'd have our contestants provide a demonstration of some of the compulsions they've acquired, but this time I'm afraid we'll be leaving you all in suspense. To tide you over however, we'd like to announce that with the Full House vote passing, Sophia has gained a level in its associated skill. Let's take a look, shall we?”

Jack directed everyone's eyes back to the screen. Where the graph had been a moment before now displayed the details of a new rule added to the game.

FULL HOUSE LEVEL 1
Running Start: When a Full House vote passes, Sophia immediately gains a level in each of the alterations that would have otherwise won the vote.

“That's right. It may well seem like the votes don't matter when all of our options get a pass, but we'll still be honouring our audience's favourites by giving them a firm boost right out of the gate. This applies to the compulsion vote that just gave her the level, though our princess might be happy to hear we won't be applying it retroactively to her breasts round. Any thoughts on the matter, my dear?”

All eyes fell on Sophia, but she made no effort to respond to the host. The initial shock was over, but she was still in no position to formulate any semblance of coherent speech even if she wanted to. Too much had happened in just a short space of time. Her mind just wasn’t capable of dealing with this much information under so much pressure. Just like when her breasts had been blown up to their current ridiculous size, Sophia would need time alone in a safe space to really process everything that had happened in the studio.

“Oh? It seems our princess is in no mood to talk, though it seems to me like she may have forgotten a little addendum to the Full House rule.”

> Huh? Addendum?... … Oh!

“My compensation! I get compensation... r-right?”

A faint glimmer of hope started to kindle inside Sophia but she tempered herself. Last time the vote passed, they'd used some technicality to deny her of what they promised. She couldn't get her hopes up until she knew they wouldn't cheat her again.

“Indeed. The Full House rule specifies that Sophia is to receive compensation every time the vote passes, and this time the audience has agreed to hefty recompense in order to push it through. Sadly that means we’ll be saying goodbye to three of Sophia’s breast alterations, as well as granting her a unity change for one of her remaining ones.”

> Th-Three?! They mean it?!

With those words Sophia felt much of the pent-up tension drain from her body, replaced with pure elation. She was giving up three of the alterations they’d made to her breasts! In exchange for the three compulsions that hadn’t passed the audience vote. Sophia would have made that exchange herself, and happily too. She’d no longer have these obscene, swollen sacks of milk dictating every moment of her life. For the first time ever here in the studio, Sophia felt a genuine smile rise on her lips.

But which three alterations would it be? Would her breasts no longer be the talk of the office and everyone else she met? Would she no longer need to watch every step in fear they might send her tumbling into an embarrassing collision? Would she no longer have to fear being **** to **** herself using them for the pleasure of gross perverts? Sophia hadn’t been this excited since her proposal.

“It looks like that really perked our darling up again. We’ll have the Collar make the selection at random and apply the unity change at the same time. Are you prepared, my dear?”

“Yes! Please, do it!”

For the first time, Sophia embraced the shock as the Control Collar went off again around her neck. The tingles of electricity ran down to her breasts, tickling Sophia as she tried to work out what it was doing. It was over faster than she expected. Her breasts were still the same size and shape they had been before, but something felt undeniably different than it had moments ago.

“S-So?” Sophia piped up with a voice brimming with anticipation, **** to know what punishments had been lifted from her. The host made no effort to keep her in suspense, immediately announcing the results.

“Knockers, Sweater Puppies and Mommy Milkers are the alterations selected for dormancy by the Control Collar, leaving Bolt-ons, Fuck Pillows and Cupcakes as still active.”

It wasn’t the greatest result Sophia could have hoped for, but she was still very happy with the results. Mommy Milkers in particular was a big one to drop. The lactation and growth it caused had dominated her life throughout the previous intermissions. Even if she had developed strategies to deal with it, it was so liberating not to have to deal with it anymore. Knockers and Sweater Puppies were also changes that had a constant effect on her life. With those two gone, she might finally have moments without her breasts being constantly on her mind.

“As for those of you who just lost your favourite among Sophia’s breast alterations, fear not. There may be opportunities late in the show to see some of them restored. Any skill tree modifications for the removed alterations will still be active as well, so long as they do not directly rely on the base effect to function.”

Jack’s talk of restoring the removed changes later on should have worried her, but Sophia was too happy in the moment to care. That was an issue to deal with in the future. For now she had to take her little victories.

“Ah, but let’s not forget about Sophia’s unity change. Let’s bring that up on the screen really quick.”

Unity Change (Bolt-ons): Others are no longer concerned about the changing size and shape of Sophia's bolt-ons, believing implants that alter themselves to be the most natural thing for Sophia to have. People will still judge Sophia based on her implants current size however, believing Sophia to still have total control over it.

“This change pre-emptively resolves a sticky situation our darling might have found herself in. As it was before, whenever Sophia’s implants were to change shape, others would have been **** to conclude that she underwent new surgery to get them changed. With this unity change, we’ve spared our princess from a reputation for addiction to cosmetic surgery.”

> I… I suppose that’s an improvement.

Sophia really didn’t see this change helping her much at all. It might spare her a few awkward conversations after her wedding night with Alan, but it did nothing for the main issue of people judging her for having big, fake breasts in the meantime. At the very least, it didn’t have any drawbacks like the previous unity change, the one now rendered completely useless before it even had a chance to take effect.

“Well then. Now that our darling is back in a good mood, perhaps now is a good time to apply her new levels from the Full House vote?”

With the mention of gaining new modifications, Sophia felt a little of the tension return to her. She knew it wasn’t really a question from the host, but she had no objection to it either. She had to get it done at some point or another, so there was really no point in putting it off.

Before she even had a chance to nod along she felt the familiar sensation of being pulled into her mind.

Picture Perfect advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Mannequin] - Sophia will become more gullible while posing for photos, believing her photographer's suggestions are normal ways to pose for photographs - [BLOOM]

[Influencer] - Sophia's social media will find a larger audience and is considerably more likely to go viral - REROLL 1

[Social Media Slut] - Any time Sophia tries a new outfit, she will send a selfie of herself wearing it to Lena. For each additional level of Picture Perfect, she will also send them to one man she knows

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

Oh, this feels strange. Like a switch has been flipped in my head... It doesn't feel bad though. It's sort of... liberating, like I'm free from a cage I didn't know I was in. It's like I'm a new me. One that has to share a body with that other stuffy Sophia who doesn't know what this slutty body is made for. Why would I ever want to escape this show? It's perfect! I hope I can open ALL the bimbo cages and get changed into a fuck toy beyond all recognition. That's the perfect comeuppance for a big-titted cock-tease like me.

-PLEASE CHOOSE A PERK-

Ow! That hurt, that hurt, I'm sorry. Okay, okay, what are my options? Hmm... option two comes with a reroll, but I don't think I need it this time. There's some good options here already, so why risk getting worse ones if I don't want the option it's attached to. There's no point in getting a bigger audience just yet if I'm not going to be showing off every inch of my body.

Those other two options though... I was really embarrassed when I found out I sent those pictures to Lena. I'd love to feel that way again. And I'd be sending them to my guy friends and colleagues too when I level up... It really is a strong option for the long term. But...

There's no way I can miss out on option one, turning me into gullible putty for all those perverted boys with their cameras. 'Oh, it's so embarrassing to squeeze my boobs together for a picture. Are you sure this is how the other girls do it?' And with the bloom trap I'll be halfway to level two before we even start the intermission. I'll become more and more gullible until I'm guzzling cocks in every selfie... Mmm, that does it. Option one is my choice!

Option 1 selected.

Sophia will become more gullible while posing for photos, believing her photographer's suggestions are normal ways to pose for photographs.

BLOOM trap triggered. Sophia will advance halfway to level 2 and selection will scale with each additional Mannequin modification she receives.

Lap Warmer advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Lap Dancer] - When sitting someone's lap, Sophia finds it most comfortable to press as much of her breasts against them as possible

[MILF] - When serving a man, Sophia makes sure to compliment and encourage him in regards to his physique, stamina and masculinity

[Lap Dancer] - While sitting normally, Sophia will experience a sense of yearning to feel an erection between her ass cheeks

Wh-what was that? Was that inversion? My head feels funny... like my brain was turned inside out or something... It doesn't hurt. It's just... weird... and fuzzy... And I chose... No, Sophia, focus on the present. Don't let it zap you again.

These are options for my... Lap Warmer compulsion, right?... That's one of the worst ones. I bet there's a lot of really gross mods to choose from in the pool for it. But... option two doesn't seem so bad. It's just giving men some compliments. Unless I'm missing some really pervy interpretation... Oh, wait! There's traps now. What if they've given me a nice option to lure me into a trap? Maybe I should pick one of the other ones... Ugh, but they're both so gross. Am I really going to willingly inflict one of those on myself for the chance of triggering a trap? No! I have to be brave. Option two!

Option 2 selected.

When serving a man, Sophia makes sure to compliment and encourage him in regards to his physique, stamina and masculinity

Full Commitment advanced to level 1 - please choose a perk

[Public Performer] - When giving a blowjob or tit fuck, Sophia will be compelled to make it as aesthetically pleasing as possible without sacrificing her companion's pleasure

[Oblivious] - Sophia always forgets to shut her bedroom curtains and her bedroom window looks out directly across from another man's bedroom

[Oblivious] - Sophia will believe it is safe to strip down in front of anyone with their face covered (by a mask, sunglasses, their hands etc)

Inversion triggered - Reversing priorities...

Aw, it's a shame I didn't wuss out of choosing the safe option. That craving for a thick sausage between my buns would have been the ideal punishment to talk myself into.

Not that there isn't some nice options here to choose from. Two of them nicely continue the theme of making me a dumb, gullible bimbo so easy to take advantage of. Imagine the neighbour timing their morning routine to watch this dumb slut getting dressed with the curtains open... or me thinking I'm safe to strip down in front of guys peeking through their fingers...

Oh, but my transformation into an oblivious ditz will have to wait. There's no way I can turn down that first option. It works so well with my fuck pillows and lap warmer compulsions. I'll hate them so much more being **** to put on a naughty show while I service a cock with my mouth or tits. I'll find it so much more objectifying, and that's just what I deserve.

Option 1 selected.

When giving a blowjob or tit fuck, Sophia will be compelled to make it as aesthetically pleasing as possible without sacrificing her companion's pleasure

Sophia felt disoriented as she came back to the studio. The concurrent level-ups were tough on her, like being caught halfway between dream and reality, and desperately wanting to wake up. The inversions only made it worse. It was like some switch kept flipping on and off in her head, like furniture inside her mind was being shuffled back and forth, completely changing her mental landscape along with it.

Sophia did remember her inverted self, vaguely. She'd sounded like a completely different person, revelling in those nasty, perverted thoughts, but that wasn't really the case at all. She'd still been the same person throughout. They hadn't swapped out her mind with that of some harlot. Every one of those lewd words and scenes she'd imagined had struck her with the same shame she always felt towards them, and that was exactly why she'd filled her thoughts with them. When Sophia was inverted, she'd wanted to be used, objectified, punished, humiliated and twisted into some caricature of herself; the exact thing she normally feared most from this show. She wanted to be embarrassed, even inside her head, by herself, by her own thoughts, because while she was in that state she was absolutely convinced that that was what she lived for. The love of her friends and family wasn’t even a consideration. Every one of her priorities in life truly had been inverted. And that was terrifying.

“Back with us princess?”

Sophia shook off the lingering strangeness and looked back over to the host, nodding her head to acknowledge him.

“No doubt our new Skill Tree improvements have led to some interesting choices being made with the first few levels of our darling's compulsions. And with that, we conclude Sophia's portion of this studio segment. Of course, we've one other lovely lady here to deal with as well before we head off into our next intermission, and our princess will have a pivotal role to play with that as well.”

The host took two steps over to Heather and began idly playing with her hair as she continued to display herself. With everything that had been going on, Sophia's friend had sort of blended into the background for her, but now she was once again back in full focus. This was the final hurdle before Sophia could go back to her regular life, and it was going to be the most difficult. She was going to have to watch, and participate, as her best friend was put through every one of the same ordeals she had been on the show - the transformation of her body, the humiliation and the compulsions planted in her mind. Heather had done nothing to deserve such a fate.

“Alright, my dear. It's time for you to wake up.”

==Author's Notes==

Thank you for reading everyone.

As you can see, the results for this round were remarkably close. Picture Perfect extended its lead a bit after I started writing this chapter, perhaps enough to be considered a solo winner, but since the Full House vote passed anyway I just stuck with what I already had.

I hope I didn't upset anyone too much with the breast alterations that were rolled to be disabled. I do have ideas to potentially reactivate those lost to Full House votes later down the line, maybe as a vote during a bonus round or as punishment for a high-stakes challenge for Sophia. They will be staying disabled for a few rounds at least though.

I appreciate anyone who filled in the survey questions as well. It's told me a lot about what you've been enjoying and what you want to see more of in the future.

I'm splitting Heather's breast transformation off into the next chapter as the start of my efforts to make chapters shorter and more frequent. I'll also present the options for her breast and compulsion alterations at that time. If you haven't already, there's still time to fill in the follow-up survey I posted and give your suggestions for alterations to give to Heather for either round.

Let me know if you have any feedback. I'm always thrilled to read your messages and comments.