Results: Expanding Options

“There we have it everyone. The voting stage for Sophia's breasts round has now come to a close. I'm sure we're all eager to see where this is going so let's get straight to the results.”

A cold sweat ran across Sophia's entire body. She could barely stand to look at the screen but she needed to know what was awaiting her.

The monitor switched to display an empty graph. In unison, six bars appeared from the axis and started to extend outwards together. The bar labelled 'Cupcakes' was the first to stop, then 'Knockers' a little later. The bars started to slow down as they grew, creating a sense of tension as everyone watched the numbers tick up in silence. Another bar fell out of the race. The remaining three kept going until they were reduced to a mere crawl. Then all at once, two bars stopped together and the third just a moment later. All three of them started to glow.

> Huh? What does that mean? Surely, they aren’t-

“Would you look at that? One round in and we've got a three-way tie. What a way to start the show. Give it up everyone, for our three winners of the first voting round: Bolt-ons, Fuck Pillows and Mommy Milkers!”

> What?! No no no. Tell me this isn’t happening. Tell me this is all a joke. Please…

“For a woman so insecure and ashamed of her own curves to be receiving three alterations on her Breasts round; It’s poetic really. Anything to say before we make the changes Sophia?”

“Please don't do this.”

Sophia knew it was pointless to plead at this point but she couldn't sit and say nothing. She was moments away from having her body transformed into a pornographic caricature of itself and she wasn't ready for it. She never would be.

“No can do I'm afraid” he said without a hint of remorse. “Right then, let's fire up the Control Collar.”

Once again, Sophia felt a warmth growing around her neck. In one last **** attempt to escape her impending curse, she brought her hands up to try and claw the lacy choker off her neck, pushing her fingers hard into her skin to try and get a hold of it. No matter how she tried though, her efforts were in vain. The material was so completely flush with her skin that she couldn't get even a nail under it.

The heat of the Collar continued to build up higher than it ever had before; an indication of the huge changes it was about to inflict on Sophia. She feared that it might scold her neck but it never caused her pain. Finally she felt a jolt run through her body and she knew it was all over.

For an agonising moment nothing seemed to happen. Sophia dared to hoped that the Collar had malfunctioned or it really was all a joke, but that brittle hope was crushed as she felt a new heat building up inside her body, now centred further down.

Ever so slowly Sophia felt a pressure building inside of her chest, like her ribcage was filling up with something spongy and viscous. That feeling continued to grow more and more uncomfortable with every second until it became difficult to breathe. Finally, just as it felt like her chest was going to explode, the sensation inverted, as though a valve had been released. The pressure began to recede from her chest only to drift elsewhere as she felt the viscous fluid-like substance begin to flow out into her breasts.

Sophia's skin began to tingle as the flowing sensation filled her bust to full. Even then, the stream of it eased but did not stop. It **** its way through, pushing her breasts beyond capacity. She felt the skin around her chest begin to stretch under the sheer strain of the pressure it exerted from within. Slowly Sophia felt her breasts approaching a tipping point, and she braced herself for the pain of the incoming growth.

What Sophia felt, however, was not pain but something she was completely unprepared for. The start of the expansion was heralded by a jolt of pleasure rippling through her body. Caught by surprise, Sophia let out a quiet moan before clamping her mouth shut in embarrassment. The surge of pleasure quickly passed, but her chest continued to radiate a soothing tingle, threatening to brush aside the anxiety she felt over her transforming body.

The growth was almost imperceptible at first. Sophia felt her breasts start to expand long before the results became visible. The process quickly gained momentum though, until they started noticeably swelling up before her eyes. It wasn't long before they had filled out her dress, but still they kept going. The dress itself morphed to accommodate their expanding contents but at a lingering rate, so she could always feel the material straining to contain her.

Sophia wrapped her arms across her body, **** to hold back the tide of expansion, but it did her no good. The **** was too great and her strength was simply not enough to contain the growing mass. There was a significant gain in weight as they grew. It felt like her whole body was being pulled forward and she might topple forward at any moment. Sophia was **** to throw her shoulders back to stabilise her balance, which only worked to further accentuate the new additions. The weight didn't seem to affect her breasts themselves however. Rather, they rose higher on her chest as process went on.

It felt like an eternity had passed while her breasts continued to inflate, but finally the flow dwindled to a halt. Sophia's entire body was thrumming with pleasure now. It almost distracted her from how horrifying her transformation was. Each breast had grown to a little over the size of her head, and they completely dominated her view when she looked down. She had no hope of seeing the rest of her body below them, but there might as well have been nothing down there. In Sophia's mind she had been reduced down to nothing more than a walking pair of boobs. There was no hope for her now, that her life wasn't going to revolve around the two bags of fat strapped to the front of her chest. No one would ever look at her the same way again.

Sophia still held her arms wrapped tightly around her breasts, in a feeble attempt to cover them up in front of her onlookers. She had never felt so ashamed to be seen in her life. Jack was watching her with a malicious grin on his face.

“Come now, Sophia. The audience is eager to see the results of their efforts. Be a doll and give everyone a nice show of your new assets.”

Before she even had a moment to recover, Sophia felt a jolt around her neck and suddenly her body was no longer her own. Her arms rose straight up into the air, rendering her breasts exposed to the thousands of onlookers. At their peak they folded backwards, crossing behind her head and pushing her chest even further out into their hungry gazes. Her body began to gently twist from side to side, providing a show of her bosom in motion. The corners of her mouth were **** to curl up, but the smile did not reach her eyes, where a single tear had formed.

Sophia had never felt so degraded. They'd made her look like a proud exhibitionist but that couldn't have been further from the truth. Every lustful gaze she felt upon her filled her with shame. They had transformed her body into some pervert's fantasy and every one of them in this room was devouring her with their eyes.

“Wow, our team has really outdone themselves this time. Even our contestant loves them. See how happy she is shaking her new melons for us.”

A round of laughter arose from the stalls as the audience revelled in Sophia's misery. To her side she saw Chrissi skipping closer for a better look.

“Ooh. They look so sexy and fun. Can I touch them?”

> Please, don't...

“Go right ahead Chrissi. Why don't you tell everyone here how they feel.”

Sophia was still stuck with her arms in the air, completely defenceless as Chrissi came up behind her. With an exaggerated arc, the girl swung her arms around Sophia and planted her hands on her breasts. As she gave a firm squeeze, Sophia felt a jolt of pleasure she wasn't prepared for and another moan escaped her lips, making her cheeks grow even hotter.

“They're soft?” Chrissi squeaked out in surprise from behind her back, while her fingers sunk into Sophia's chest.

“That's right Chrissi. Bolt-ons may have been a winner, but that doesn't mean they have to be all firm and rigid. We've given Sophia enhancements unlike any money can buy, combining the soft feel and jiggle of natural breasts with the sculpted shape and lift of fake tits to create the masterfully crafted results before you. How do you like them Sophia?”

“I hate them. I feel gross.”

“I'm sorry you feel that way Sophia. Everything is still subject to change however, as these implants will morph in size, feel, shape and rigidity to the whims of whoever Sophia has sex with. They could just as well have been big bimbo beach-balls, but in our generosity we opted to start you with this beautiful, tasteful pair. Buuut... I guess if you really don't appreciate them, we could always-”

Sophia felt the Collar slowly staring to grow warm again around her neck again. A foreboding dread filled her body as she imagined the process happening once more, blowing her up even bigger with obscenely large and blatantly plastic breasts. A fit of fear broke her from her hopelessness, and she instinctively dove to her knees at Jack's feet, pulling away from Chrissi's embrace. Her new breasts jiggled in an undignified display as she looked up at him.

“No, no, it's okay! I love them really. Please let me keep them!”

“What's that? Let you keep what Sophia?”

Jack looked down at Sophia with a smug grin that made him look outright devilish from her angle. He was enjoying pushing her humiliation, but with the heat building around her neck, she had **** but to say whatever degrading words were needed to appease him.

“Please let me keep my big bolt-ons Jack. I love them so much. They look so... so s-sexy and they feel amazing. I-I love having everyone s-stare at my big fake breasts. Please, please let me keep them!”

“Hm. I guess if you want them that badly, I might let you keep them. That was rather rude how you pulled away from Chrissi before though. Why don't you apologise to her for being such a prude, and offer to let her play with your big fake tits as much as she wants to make it up to her.”

The heat had stopped building around Sophia's neck, but it continued to linger as a threat to comply with the host. She hated how he had her wrapped around his finger but she had ****. He had the power to ruin her life if she didn't play his games.

She rose to her feet again and dusted herself off before turning to the co-star, bowing her head to her not out of remorse, but of embarrassment to look her in the eye.

“I'm sorry for being such a prude Chrissi. P... please play with my big f-fake t-tits as much as you like.”

It was a struggle for her to get the words out. It felt so degrading to hear those words come out of her own mouth.

Sophia froze like a deer as the other girl suddenly dove at her. She braced herself for Chrissi's hands to attack her breasts again, but instead the girl's arms wrapped around her, pulling her in for a hug. Still unused to her new body, Sophia was winded when the blonde's breasts smashed into her own.

“Don't be sorry, silly. It's okay. We're friends now, aren't we? We're going to have so much fun together.”

It was her instinct to pull away from the girl's clutch, but something gave her pause. There was something strangely comforting about the embrace. Sophia had only known Chrissi for a short moment but she could already tell the girl was genuinely warm and caring. There was no malice hiding beneath that bubbly personality. She truly wanted Sophia to be happy, even if these people had warped her perception of what made a woman happy. It felt nice to have some kind of ally in this messed up situation. Sophia couldn't help returning the embrace.

“Aww, how touching. Isn't the sight of these two making up just wonderful?” Jack said, infantilising the pair.

Sophia suddenly became aware of how their hug looked to their observers. The girl's busts were pressed tightly together between their bodies. Chrissi was an affectionate hugger, causing their breasts to rub against each other in a suggestive display. Sophia could feel the girl's hard nipples poking into her even through their clothes. Feeling uncomfortable, she slowly squirmed her way out of Chrissi's grip and stepped aside.

“Excellent show girls. Now I think you'd best make good on your offer before we continue on Sophia.”

The heat around Sophia's neck was finally starting to fade, indicating that the danger of being given ridiculously excessive breasts was now over. She didn't know what might happen if she went back on her word now though so she hesitantly took her place back in front of Chrissi.

Sophia thought the Control Collar might go off and **** her back into position but no such command came. She looked over at Jack and found him glaring at her expectantly. She realised he was expecting her to assume the position herself and flushed. It was so much more embarrassing to consent to her own objectification than to be **** into it. She hesitantly lifted her arms back over her head.

Having received an open invitation and oblivious to Sophia's discomfort, Chrissi had no reservation about laying in to Sophia's breasts. She pulled Sophia in close against herself to cushion her back against her own breasts. She began to rub and roll Sophia's bust through her dress with experienced fingers. Sophia was ashamed to admit her body was already responding to the girl's touch.

“Settle in there darling. A nice pair of tits can keep Chrissi entertained for hours.”

Sophia blushed as the audience sniggered at her. She wasn't sure what would happen if she kept this up for too long.

“Now, the mechanism for how Sophia's sexual partners alter her implants is a little interesting. As soon as a man's penis enters Sophia's pussy she will become primed, and the alteration itself will be triggered the next time he orgasms. What that means is that the man in question doesn't actually need to finish inside Sophia to qualify for the change to happen. He can cum down her throat, on her tits, into a towel and it will still work. In fact, even should they be interrupted before the climax, he can finish himself off later at home to trigger the change. As soon as a man enters Sophia, he is guaranteed his chance to shape her chest to his liking. He won't have to make a conscious effort to sculpt them either. The Control Collar will know exactly what they want in their heart.”

Sophia was barely listening to the host's explanation. It didn't matter to her since she was never going to be unfaithful to her fiancé. Instead she placed all her focus on trying to supress the uncomfortably pleasant feeling Chrissi's hands were giving her.

“But no matter what form Sophia's tits may take, it will be immediately obvious to everyone who sees her that she's sporting enhancements. Sophia's big fake titties will always be the first impression anyone gets of her. They will 'know' that she went under the knife of her own accord to acquire them and judge her accordingly for it. The bigger and faker they look, the more of an impression they will give.”

Jack paused for a moment to watch the show put on by the two women. Sophia frowned as deeply as she could to show she did not approve of what was happening.

“It seems our sweet Sophia does not realise the blessing we have given her. Her body will always take the form of her lover's ideal. What greater a gift could she give them? Why, if the man that ploughed her so desired it in his heart, her tits might even go back to their original form.”

Sophia's eyes widened as a revelation struck her. Alan was a man who loved her for herself. He never wanted her for her curves like many other men had. If she were to let him have her, she would recover her original modest bust. Perhaps he'd even want them smaller and she could finally shed the lustful gazes of all those perverts who eyed her down. She just needed to endure what she had now for the nine months until their wedding, when she could finally unite with him.

> W-wait a minute... Something's not right...

Even as joy began to rekindle inside of her, Sophia still held some niggling doubts in her mind. Why had Jack told her this? He was clearly trying to give her the idea. Up until this point he had done everything in his power to crush her spirit. Why was he now giving her hope? Something about it all made her feel uneasy. Nevertheless, it was only the only hope she had to cling to right now.

“Of course, even should Sophia manage to shrink her bust down, she can't expect them to stay that way for long. Thanks to her second change, 'Mommy Milkers', Sophia's lovely udders are going to be continuously producing milk from now on. And once they fill up, they'll be **** to expand to keep up with production. They will start to leak to indicate they've entered the growth phase.

“The rate they grow will depend on several factors. For instance, the smaller they are to start with, the faster they'll need to expand. At minimum Sophia can expect to be gaining a cup size every four hours, and she'll likely have quite the backlog to deal with every time she wakes up. The only way for her to return them to their original size is to have them drained of their milk. Chrissi, how about a demonstration?”

“Um, you want me to milk Sophie right?” she asked, clearly having not been paying much attention.

“That's right.”

“Yes sir.”

Sophia received a short reprieve from Chrissi's stimulation as she prepared her for her milking. Sophia realised what was about to happen as the girl's fingers curled under her bodice. She tried to bring her hands down to stop it but another jolt from the Collar kept her body in place.

In one smooth motion Chrissi pulled down the top of Sophia's dress. She was now stood completely helpless with her bare breasts exposed in front of thousands of people. Her most shameful parts were on public display to rows of perverts burning the image into their minds. The only relief was that none of these people knew her. She wouldn't have to carry this shame into her daily life.

With the fabric out of the way, Chrissi moved her hands into position. In what looked like a practiced motion, Chrissi curved her hand around Sophia's nipples then began to firmly squeeze the flesh around them. After a few moments of repeating this, Sophia felt the milk begin to flow. It started to stream out, trickling down her bare breasts into her dress. Sophia felt an intensely warm pleasure in the tip of her nipples as it came out, and she let herself sink into it just to escape the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Now no matter how hard Sophia may try, she won't be able to drain them herself. Whether it's by hand, pump or breastfeeding, her nips will simply refuse to yield. Sophia will be **** to ask another adult to milk them for her, but even then it won't be so simple. The rate that they drain will depend on the erotic stimulation they receive. A very clinical milk expression may only yield a few drops per minute, while mouth-suckling during an intense love-making session will have her positively gushing. Depending on how she goes about it, Sophia may have a bit of trouble draining herself completely. As you can see, that doesn't seem to be a problem for her right now though.”

The twin streams of milk didn't go on for very long, having not had much time to accrue since Sophia's alteration and with the brisk pace it spilled out of her. Once she was done, Chrissi's hands returned to playing with her breasts, this time making direct contact with her skin. Sophia was ashamed to admit it, but her entire body was now coursing with pleasure under Chrissi's attention. She purred involuntarily as the action resumed.

“It seems our contestant is experiencing the increased sensitivity given by her final adjustment, 'Fuck Pillows'. Our lovely Sophia was already quite sensitive before the boost so you can imagine what she must be going through.”

Chrissi was talented with her hands and determined to bring Sophia pleasure. She was like a machine, noting every motion that sent shivers down her target's spine and adjusting her technique accordingly. Her skills were growing better by the minute, and Sophia had no hope of resisting the pleasure building up in her body.

> Oh no. I can't help it. I can't hold it back. It's too much. Please, stop! I'm going to... I'm going to orgasm... right here in front of everyone. Please, no!

“Of course, the sensitivity is just a cherry on the top. The main effect is to optimise Sophia's slut cushions for the act of titty fucking. We've come together to brainstorm every possible way that tits can be improved upon for their primary purpose in order to compile this tight little package.

“The first thing one will notice as they go to slide their dick into place is that the passage is already well oiled. Sophia's body will produce it's own special lubricant with the properties of raising a man's sensitivity and staying power. This lube oozes from the pores of her cleavage while the action is going on, and is soaked right back into the skin afterwards so clean-up is never an issue.”

Sophia was losing control of herself. Her body was squirming restlessly under the constant tide of pleasure. Her thighs rubbed together underneath her dress. Her face burned in shame at the vulgar show she was putting on for her audience. She wanted desperately not to orgasm but her body wasn't listening to her.

“Furthermore, the heat within Sophia's boob channel will always be reminiscent of a vagina, whereas the skin has been retextured to maximise penile stimulation while maintaining an effortless glide as you thrust your way to heaven. We're confident that any cock that gets a taste of Sophia's cleavage will find pussy just doesn't hold the same lustre anymore.

“This change isn't just for the man though; Sophia too will get to experience her own little slice of heaven. Just the thought of pleasuring a man with her tits will send shivers down her spine. She'll feel a powerful urge to rub anything phallic between her breasts, and when she does she'll feel an intense and addictive pleasure stemming from it. We won't be demonstrating this now, but we're sure you'll get plenty of chances to observe it throughout the show.”

With one final squeeze from Chrissi, Sophia reached her breaking point. Her whole body jerked and a moan rang from her lips uncontrollably as an overwhelming surge of pleasure rushed through her body. For one rapturous moment Sophia forget where she was before reality crashed in again. As she realised what had happened, any trace of an active libido drained from her body.

> What have I done?

Sophia looked back on everything that had happened to her with horror. She'd had her body perversely transformed, her intimacy exposed and **** to orgasm in front of thousands of people. It was a waking nightmare. There was nothing the show could throw at her right now that would be any worse than this.

“Yay! I'm so happy I made you cum. We're going to be the best of friends now.” Chrissi called out as though she hadn't just traumatised her 'new friend'.

“Excellent work Chrissi! What a start to the show. Just in time for our first intermission too.”

Sophia sunk to her knees defeated. She was finally going to get away from this place for a while. She needed some time to build herself up again before she could face these people once more.

“Now we glossed over the intermissions before so let's give a quick explanation for our watchers at home. Between every round, Sophia is going to be sent back to a time sometime between the day this all started and her wedding. The intervals between her being sent back and the time she spends there will be completely random. She may be sent back seconds after she left or entire months. During those intervals she is away, an exact copy of Sophia will continue to live her life as she normally would, and Sophia will receive those memories of her life the moment she takes over again.

“Of course, while she is back in her world, Sophia is not going to be able to tell anyone about her time on the show. The people in her life will be able to notice the changes she is going through, but they won't bother themselves with what the cause of those changes are. Otherwise, Sophia is free to live her life as she likes, and that's all there is to it. Are you ready to return to your life Sophia?”

“Please.”

The one word was all she could manage. She got one last look at the face of her tormentor sneering at her before her vision faded and she passed out.

=Author's notes=

Thank you for your participation everyone. I was amazed by how close the results were after so many people voted. Both of the second-place options were my personal selections and I just couldn't choose between them. It's early to be going back on my word like this, but I decided it was fitting to make an exception to my own rule of only allowing two winners in this case, as this is one of few rounds that I had six options planned for and it would make a more explosive start to to the story. Going forward I will rule that no more than half of a round's results can be selected, and there will be a lot less margin for three-way ties than two.

The results themselves were pretty interesting. Cupcakes actually took a huge lead at the start with nine votes in the first hour. It completely fell off after that though where Mommy Milkers took the lead and managed to stay there for most of the poll, only being overtaken a couple of times by Fuck Pillows.

Total Votes: 199 . . . Total Participants: 114 . . . 1.75 votes per participant

As always let me know what you think of the story. I got a little rushed towards the end as I wanted to get it out before the weekend when I wouldn't have any time to work on it. I hope that doesn't show through too much in my writing. I may come back later and do a little editing.