Intermission: A Visit from a Friend

Sophia opened her eyes to a familiar sight. Above her was the same ceiling and same lighting fixture she saw first thing every morning when she woke up. She was wrapped up in her fluffy blankets and all around her were the pastel pink walls of her bedroom. The sheer normality of it all fooled her into thinking that everything she'd just been through was some terrible nightmare. For a blissful moment she allowed the whole ordeal to slip from her mind.

It was only when Sophia breathed in and felt the shifting of an unfamiliar weight on top of her that the illusion finally broke. It felt like another person had snuck into her bedroom and fell asleep draped across her, but Sophia knew in her heart that that wasn't the case. With a sense of dread her hands crept to pull the blankets down and confirm the truth. What awaited her was a horrifying view of her own chest inflated to fill her entire vision, causing her to cry out involuntarily.

Sophia sprang to sit up and was thrown off balance by the momentum of her own body, crashing into the headboard with a thud. She stared down at herself in shock over what she was seeing. She gave each globe a gentle squeeze just to prove they were actually there and flinched at their delicate response. They were sensitive beyond what Sophia was used to and even the light brush of her bed top was causing them to tickle. She flushed as she remembered how they'd responded in Chrissi's hands. The pleasure had been so much that she'd lost control of herself. Was it always going to feel so intense from now on?

Her pyjama tee was being stretched to its limit to contain its contents, and was now more like a hammock wrapped around her bosom. It squeezed in on her chest, making it a bit difficult to breathe. Two wet patches had formed over the nipples, reminding Sophia of one of the many changes made to them.

> This is awful. They're even bigger than I remember! They must have inflated full of milk overnight like that man said. I'll... I'll have to deal with that later.

There was so much Sophia needed to figure out and so many concerns to address, but she could only deal with things one at a time. For the moment she needed to pry her top off before she started hyperventilating.

Swallowing her anxiety, Sophia began to lift the hem of her shirt up her body. It was not easy work. She had to squeeze and jostle her breasts around in the most undignified manner, but with no one watching, Sophia managed to push through her shame. With one final tug, both breasts fell out and bounced back into place, allowing her to breathe. She dropped the sweat- and milk-stained garment to the side and spun her legs to sit on the edge of the bed facing the mirror.

For a while Sophia sat and stared into her reflection. What she saw was a caricature of a woman impossible to take seriously. When Sophia placed a hand to her breast, the woman brought hers up to heft her enormous, attention-grabbing tits. Every tiny movement was magnified to make them jiggle distractingly and they jutted out from her body like they were inviting everyone to look and to touch.

Sophia had been right before, when she said it wouldn't really sink in what had happened to her until she returned to somewhere familiar. It was hard to believe that this woman she was seeing was herself, but when she saw her own eyes staring back at her, it was impossible not to feel the connection. This was her obscene, whorish body now. For the rest of her life she would have to lug these slutty melons around for the pleasure of pervs to gawk at, to be the subject of their fantasies as they imagined her doing dirty things with them.

She'd once been shown a picture of a life-size plastic doll with vulgar proportions. She'd been told that the doll's only purpose was to satisfy a man's every sexual desire. It had felt gross to look at that doll's uncanny, lifelike features, imagining her being used that way and then tossed aside until her owner next needed to slake his lust. Sophia's body looked much like that doll now. She couldn't help but think that in the eyes of many men she existed for the same purpose. Perhaps that was all she really was now.

> No, stop it Sophia. There's no sense in thinking like that now.

Sophia snapped herself out of it before she let her thoughts spiral any further out of control. That kind of defeatist attitude wasn't becoming of her. No matter what befell her, she always had to hold on to hope. If she let her spirit break it would all be over for her, and she really would become a doll for those twisted pervs to do whatever they wanted with. No doubt the people behind the show were doing their best to make that happen. There was no way she had picked the case that she had first by chance. They must have used some kind of trick to **** that selection on her, in order to target her with what would wear her down the most. She couldn't let them break her so easily.

Things were different now to what they had been on the stage. Back there she'd been thrust into a high-intensity environment without warning, in front of a host that belittled her and a crowd that cheered for her downfall. It wasn't in her to deal with that kind of pressure or to handle unexpected situations. She was the type to freeze up and let others take the lead in a crisis, and Jack had taken full advantage of that facet of her personality to string her into playing along with her own humiliation.

Now though, she was in her safe space. She had time and space to think things over and prepare herself for the ordeals to come. She couldn't waste that chance allowing herself to fall into a depression. That was exactly what they wanted her to do. She needed to gather as much information as she could and come up with ways to adapt to the changes that they had made to her.

Sophia continued to watch her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths to calm herself. It might have been her imagination, but she swore that she could feel them growing, millimetre by millimetre. It was a process far too slow to see with the naked eye, but there was an undeniable constant pressure within her breasts, urging them to inflate and make room for even more milk. Every so often as she looked on, a droplet would seep from one nipple and trickle down her breast, like a constant reminder that they needed to be drained.

Sophia had watched her sister express herself several time, and went to copy the motions she had seen, pressing her thumb and finger into her breasts an inch back from the nipple. After a few minutes without result, she then tried to copy what Chrissi had done, wringing her breasts like she imagined the way a farmer milked a cow. That method earned her a few tingles of pleasure, but still her nipples would yield no more than the occasional drip. It was clear she really couldn't drain them on her own.

The thought of asking someone else to milk her, however, was immensely embarrassing for Sophia. It would have been one thing if she could give Alan or a friend the excuse that she was struggling to do it herself, but Jack had made it clear some level of intimacy would be necessary to drain her effectively. There was no way she could ask Heather or Farah to suckle on her, and she didn't want to turn her special moments snuggling up with Alan into lewd milking sessions. Sure she could get it done during her weekly massage from him, but was one draining a week going to be enough to keep her expanding bust in check?

Growing flustered by the idea of it, she decided to put the issue aside for the time being and turned her thoughts to the show that she'd **** into. 'Bimbo or Billionaire' they called it. The latter was clearly a trap, meant to bait greedy or **** women in to become their toys. They touted it as a show of great risks and rewards, but the odds were heavily skewed in the house's favour. Few women came out of the experience a billionaire, but every single one came out some flavour of bimbo, slut or whore at the whims of their perverted audience. An innocent maiden like her probably made for ideal prey to unload their depraved desires. They must have loved the idea of dragging her down to their level, twisting her mind and body into a gross parody of itself and turning her-

> Stop it Sophia! You're doing it again!

The pressure was getting to Sophia more than she wanted to admit. Every time she thought about the hopelessness of her situation, her thoughts began to spiral into despair. She had to keep herself positive and focused on gathering information. There was still things she didn't know, like how they had taken her and when. She didn't seem to have any blank spots in her memories for when they might have **** her. She even remembered going to bed the night before. She certainly didn't recall being thrown into the back of a van or anything of the sort.

It was clear, however, that it was no ordinary people behind all this. They had demonstrated the power to control her against her will, implant information in her mind and transform her body in the matter of minutes. Given all that, the answer that the Control Collar had stuffed inside of her brain didn't seem all that unbelievable; that they were transmitting her consciousness into another place and leaving an autonomous version of herself here to live her life on autopilot. Perhaps her most recent memories were not really hers and had actually come from this 'other Sophia'.

There was one place Sophia could think of for where to go to for answers. If there was anyone who would know if anything strange had happened around her recently, it would be Alan. The couple had yet to move into a place together, but they saw each other often and he was only a phone call away. She grabbed her phone from the bedside table and dialled his number.

“Morning princess. Everything alright?”

Sophia cringed as she remembered the condescending way her tormentor had called her that, but she couldn't let that man affect her time with her betrothed.

“Good morning, my love. I was hoping I could ask you some things.”

“I've got time. Shoot.”

“Listen, I've been-”

The words suddenly caught in her throat as she felt her throat tighten. Without the Control Collar in place around her neck, she'd thought to try telling Alan about her whole situation, but the moment she tried, it felt like ghostly hands started wrapping around her throat. Clearly those people did not want her to be looking to anyone for help and had insurances in place to keep her from letting anything slip. She really was going to have to deal with all of this alone.

“You've been what?”

“Um, have you noticed anything... weird lately?”

“Anything weird, huh? Let me think... Hm... No, I don't think so. What were you thinking?”

“When was the last time you saw me?”

“We met up just yesterday, didn't we? Don't you remember that?”

Now that he mentioned it, she did remember seeing him for coffee yesterday afternoon. Either they'd taken her after that, or she'd already been replaced by her autonomous self by then.

“No, no. I remember. Um, have I been acting strangely at all?”

“Other than right now you mean?” he said with a chuckle. “No, you've just been your normal self.”

If there was anything off about Sophia, Alan would be the one to know. That meant if he had been interacting with the 'other Sophia', then it really was indistinguishable from the real her.

“You didn't see any vans or anything following us?”

“Vans?! You think someone is following you, Sophia?!”

Sophia cursed herself for speaking so carelessly. His response confirmed that there likely wasn't anyone tailing her though, just as she suspected.

“No, I, uh, it was just my imagination. Honest. Please just forget about it.”

“How could I-”

“I mean it Alan! I don't want you worrying over nothing.” Sophia didn't like to be so forceful , but she couldn't have her boyfriend becoming paranoid over something he had no control over.

“...Fine,” he grumbled after a moment, “but you would tell me if anything was happening right? I won't have you feeling like you're in danger. I'd do whatever I need to to make you feel safe.”

His response got a smile out of Sophia. The way he would drop everything for her sake was part of why she loved him. She wished she could tell him all about what she was going through but it was something she had to go through alone.

“I know you would, my love, but I'm so happy to hear you say it. I always feel safe knowing you're there for me.”

“I'm so glad to hear that... Um, was that all you wanted to ask about?”

“Actually there was one more thing.” Sophia was hesitant to ask her final question, but she needed as much information as she could get. “Did you notice anything strange about my... breasts yesterday?”

“Your, uh... No, I don't think so.”

It was cute how Alan was even more shy to mention them than Sophia was. He wasn't averse to sex like she was, but he was polite, and knew how touchy she could be about the subject.

“And what size were they?”

“S-size? Um, well, I think I saw your bra was 30H. I'm not an expert, but I think it fit you alright.”

> Right. I did wear a 30H before this all started. I'd be lucky to fit on the letter scale now.

Sophia could glean a couple of things from what Alan had said. It meant any changes they made to her applied from the moment she returned from the studio, and that they weren't retroactive. The Collar had told her it had the power to alter the past, which was a terrifying prospect for Sophia to imagine. It also meant they hadn't altered the memories of the people she knew in any way related to the changes she'd gone through. Unfortunately, Alan was in for a shock the next time he saw her. Sophia had no idea how she would explain it.

“Thanks honey. You've really helped me out.”

“Uh, yeah. I'm, uh... I'm glad I could clear things up.”

“I'll talk to you later.”

“Right, see you soon princess.”

Sophia hung up the phone and lay back on the bed with a sigh. It seemed her fiancé was in the dark about anything happening to her. Whatever organisation was behind this was adept at covering their tracks. She couldn't expect help from anyone she knew. With the seemingly unfathomable power at these people's disposal, perhaps her only option truly was to endure and try to win the game. Unless something else opened up, that would have to be her plan going forward.

> Right... Well... There's no point in lying around here all day.

It felt weird to Sophia to consider just going about her business after what had happened, but she couldn't just put her life on hold for the next nine months. She had no idea how long it would be until they took her away again. It could have been as little as ten minutes or as long as a couple of weeks before they next brought her back to the studio. It made no sense to just wait around for it, and so the only thing she could do was continue to live out her regular life.

Sophia tried her best to clear her mind and go about her morning routine. She felt it would do her mental state some good to experience some normalcy. Though it did work to help to calm her down, it became increasingly clear that it was impossible to ignore her new assets. Whether it was making extra effort to scrub them in the shower, having to sit back from the breakfast table so as not to have them obscenely resting on it or outright abandoning some of her usual yoga positions, Sophia was constantly having to make accommodations for them in everything she did. She couldn't go a minute without them making their presence known. Their weight and bulk **** her to re-evaluate every move she made. They were always in sight and on her mind.

Nothing in Sophia's wardrobe fit her anymore. None of her bras had even a hope of housing her new curves. She'd had to spend most of the morning topless. It was only when she'd grown sick of the sight of her own breasts that she dug to the bottom of her drawers and found an oversized t-shirt she'd once used as a painter's smock. Before it had hung down loosely to just above her knees. Now it hugged her upper curves and fell down to her hips to form a baggy tent around her stomach. It didn't look flattering in the slightest, but it was better than looking at the inflated sacks that had taken over her life.

A sudden buzz from her phone distracted Sophia from her thoughts. She checked it to see she'd received a message.

'Be there in 5 xxx'

It had been sent by her friend Lena, whom she hadn't seen in a while. She'd been away for a few months visiting family and recently returned. Reading her message, Sophia suddenly remembered that she'd arranged for Lena to drop by for a catch-up, or at the least her doppelganger had. Under normal circumstances, she'd have been thrilled to see the girl who was set to be one of her bridesmaids. Given the situation however, she found herself growing tense.

Throughout the whole morning Sophia had put off thinking about making a public appearance. It made her nervous to think about how her friends, co-workers and everyone else would respond upon seeing her with her new body. She'd hoped she could get through at least one day without having to worry about that inevitability. Perhaps it was for the best though. She couldn't hide herself away forever, and Lena was probably the gentlest starting block she could hope for in revealing herself to the world. She was the most open-minded of Sophia's friends, and if anyone was going to let her off easily, it was her.

Sophia rushed around to make the place presentable for her guest. It wasn't long before she heard a knock at the door and went to let her friend in.

“Hey Lena. It's good to see you” she said, partially shielding herself from the girls sight behind the front door as she opened it.

“Fifi, hello. I'm so happy to see you. We've got so much to talk about. We should-”

Lena had stepped past Sophia into the hallway when she stopped dead in her tracks mid-sentence. She turned to her friend with a double take as her eyes opened wide.

“Alright we have got to talk about this. When did these happen?”

Sophia was already shaking. She was not prepared to explain the sudden change that had happened to her overnight. She knew that anyone who saw her would believe that she'd gotten them through cosmetic surgery though, and she was not up for trying to convince the girl otherwise.

“U-um, yesterday. I got them yesterday.”

“No. Way. I never expected you of all people to go for fakies, Fi. I thought you had that whole... thing about your boobs.”

“I-I did. I just-”

“Hold on.” Lena cut her off before she could say anything else. “Let's not have this talk out in the hallway. Let's go inside.”

Sophia did as she asked and led her through into the kitchen, taking a moment to steel herself as she did. She leaned up against the kitchen table for support as Lena moved around her to take in the sight from different angles.

“You mind if I have a look at them?”

Sophia paused for a moment. Before her growth, Lena was one of the few people that she had felt comfortable enough to be undressed around, but now it felt so daunting to let anyone see her bare chest.

“Would it help if I took mine off too?” Lena offered up.

“No, Lena, you don't have to-”

Lena was already in the process of unbuttoning her top before Sophia could finish. Without a moment of hesitation, she took it off and unclipped her bra to expose her modest bust to the air. Weirdly, her actions did help Sophia feel more relaxed. Lena's casual attitude to nudity between girl friends was part of what Sophia feel comfortable being **** around her.

“Alright Lena. You can look. Just... give me a minute.”

“No worries, Fi. Take all the time you need.”

Lena turned her attention away and began to pour herself a glass of water, giving her friend some space. It felt surreal to Sophia watching the topless girl wander around her kitchen. Her breasts were much smaller than Sophia's had been even before her transformation. Their perkiness completely matched their owner's confidence. She walked around with them exposed so nonchalantly, in complete contrast to Sophia earlier that morning.

As Lena settled herself and turned her attention back to her friend, Sophia realised that watching her friend had indeed calmed her nerves. Without a word, she lifted her top over her head and set it down on the counter. Lena's eyes widened on seeing her bare flesh.

“Holy jeez Fi, you did not mess around. These are insane! I never would have expected this from you. They look great though, don't get me wrong. It's just... wow. I'm sorry, do you mind if I touch them for a second?”

This brought a little of Sophia's nerves back. Even before her transformation, Sophia didn't often have people enter her personal bubble. Her friends respected her body-sensitivity, and always made sure she was comfortable whenever they had to invade her personal space. Lena could be spirited, but would never push Sophia out of her comfort zone without her consent. Sophia knew that if she couldn't even handle letting her friends in though, that she would have no chance of enduring being out in public.

“O-okay.”

Lena carefully brought a hand up to her friend's breast. Sophia flinched as made made contact with her bare skin.

“Wow, still sensitive, huh? They almost feel real too. You can't even see the scars. Your surgeon did such a good job with these. You should be proud.”

Sophia blushed at her friend's attempted flattery. Pride was the last thing she needed to be feeling.

“Wait, Sophia, are you lactating?!”

She looked down to see her breasts had responded to Lena's touch by dribbling a line of milk into her hand.

“I, uh, I don't know why. It just started happening.”

“You're not pregnant, are you?”

“No, of course not! I'm still a virgin.”

“Huh? I wonder if your surgery caused it somehow.”

Lena paused silently for a moment, likely trying to recall if she'd ever heard of a breast op causing milk to flow.

“...Well, anyway. I bet Alan must be delighted with these. Oh, oh, that must be why you got them, right? He must have pushed you into it. Your sweet prince wanted some new toys to play with? I never knew Alan was such a horn-dog.”

“No! He didn't! Alan would never ask me for that!”

Sophia blurted those words out before she could help herself. She couldn't allow her fiancé to take the blame for this. Whatever her friends thought of her, she couldn't let them think Alan was some kind of pervert. He didn't deserve that.

“I... I... got them for myself.”

“No way, Fi. You're saying you wanted these? I thought you hated how big your boobs were?”

“I did! I just...” Sophia scrambled to come up with some excuse as to why she would undergo the procedure. “These are... They make me feel more...” Slutty? Trashy? Gross? What positive trait belonged to breasts of this size? “...F... feminine.”

“Feminine...? You mean... like, you think they let you express yourself as a woman?”

“Y-yeah” she said, letting Lena come up with whatever interpretation she needed to to believe it.

“So Alan never pushed you into this? This is how you picture yourself in your head?”

“Right! Alan had nothing to do with it. I did this to myself.”

“Huh. I never knew that about you. Well, you did always have those fairy tale ideals of men being strong and brave and women being, uh... busty I guess.”

Sophia squirmed as her friend's eyes ran over her body. She could tell Lena was forming judgements about her just like Jack had said she would. She would have rather had her friend think her a slut than tarnish her beloved's reputation though. She was braced ready to receive her friend's harsh verdict. The last thing she was expecting, however, was for Lena to step forward and pull her in for a sideways hug.

“I'm so proud of you Fifi.”

“Huh? P-proud?”

Sophia was stunned by the response. Thinking back on it though, they didn't say that all judgements made about her would be negative.

“You've cast aside all your insecurities to achieve the image of what you believe a woman should be. You're not letting what anyone thinks of you get in the way of being your ideal self. You're ready to tell the world that you're not ashamed to have a womanly figure anymore.”

“No, I-”

Sophia's instinct was to tell her friend she was wrong but she held herself back. It had been her excuses that had led Lena to this conclusion. If she started to turn back on herself now, it would look like she'd been covering for Alan.

Lena seemed to notice how tense Sophia had become. She pulled herself back from her friend and looked her in the eye.

“You're... not ready, are you?”

“No, Lena. I'm not ready. I don't want people to see me like this.”

“That's... even more amazing, Fi. You're so brave to just take the plunge like that, to **** yourself to face your insecurities and commit to being the woman you want to be without looking back.”

Sophia didn't know what to say anymore. Lena was convinced that Sophia saw these huge breasts as a vital piece of her identity, and that acquiring them had been a lifelong dream of hers held back by what people would think of her. This was the hole she had dug for herself and there was no way she could talk her way out of it.

“Give me your hands.”

Lena took Sophia's hands in her own, turned them palm up and planted them firmly on the underside of her breasts.

“This is the real Sophia. You are a voluptuous, feminine woman with big sexy tits, and you are becoming exactly what you were always meant to be. I want you say that, okay?”

“Lena, please...”

“C'mon. I'm not going to take no for an answer. We're gonna face that insecurity that's eating away inside of you until you're proud to show everyone the real Sophia. The first step of that is for you to tell yourself out loud that you wanted this. C'mon. I'm gonna keep pestering you until you do.”

Sophia sighed to herself. Her friend was persistent, and would certainly stick to her words. She had **** but to play along.

“Th-this is the-”

“No, no, c'mon. Put your hands back. These are what you need to accept. And say it like you don't care whose listening. I know it feels silly but you'll feel so much better about yourself. I promise.”

Lena planted Sophia's hands back on her breasts after she tried to pull them away, and made her bounce them in her palms as she said the lines. She was right that it felt ridiculous, but she insisted the hand motions were part of the affirmations.

“This is the real Sophia. I am a v-voluptuous, feminine woman... with big s-sexy tits... and I'm becoming exactly what I'm meant to be.”

Lena had the best of intentions at heart, trying to nurture her friend's confidence in her body and herself. Sophia knew Lena had a trans friend, and she probably made them say those exact affirmations to positive effect. To Sophia, however, the exercise was objectifying, reducing her identity down to nothing more than her breasts and legitimising the transformations she was being put through. This wasn't what she was meant to be at all.

“Well done Fi. I want it louder next time though. I'm going to make you say it every time we meet up now, no matter where we are, until you're shouting it out cos you want the whole world to know that this is who you are.”

> What have I gotten myself into. She's never gonna let this drop.

Sophia was embarrassed by her friend's overbearing body positivity, but she had to admit it was still marginally better than being condemned a pervert. The rest of the world was unlikely to judge her in such a positive light. At least some of her friends would be on 'her side', in some twisted sense of the word.

“To tell you the truth, I was considering getting some work done myself.” Lena said, nodding down to her own bare chest. “I've always envied those lush curves of yours. I had this crazy idea that it might boost your confidence a little to see a friend rocking the same cups too. Guess that won't be happening anymore, huh? But hey, if you had the courage to get the boobs you always wanted, maybe I should just go with it too. Especially seeing how well yours turned out. What surgeon did you use anyway?”

“Oh, uh, I'm not sure.”

“Oh really? Well, I'll do some reading anyway while I think about it. They must have some glowing reviews online with work like that. You'll let me know if you remember, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.” Sophia said, a little dismayed she had inspired her friend to get her own enhancements, but it wasn't her place to tell her friend what she couldn't do.

Lena looked considerate for a second. Her eyes fell on Sophia's discarded top on the counter with amusement.

“I bet your new wardrobe must have cost a penny. I hope you found things that fit you better than that though.”

“Uh, well... actually, I hadn't bought anything yet.”

“You haven't got any? Fi, did you come back from the surgery topless? How are you going to go to work? You know what, forget about catching up. We've gotta to get you some clothes ordered now. Come on.”

Sophia understood her friend's urgency. She'd been burying her head in the sand all day about anything related to her new proportions but having no clothes to go outside in was a huge problem she couldn't afford to ignore any longer.

“Hold on Lena.”

Sophia wanted to put her top back on but the other girl was already pulling her by the hand. She relented with a sigh and allowed herself to be led away. Lena dropped her bag on the kitchen counter and ushered her friend through to the lounge, grabbing her tablet as they went.

“So let's see. We need you some summer tops, winter wear, club tops, work tops, maybe a couple of dresses, lounging, workout, underwear, swimwear, lingerie and PJs. Am I missing anything?"

“Um. I'm not sure I can afford all that right now.”

“Oh, don't worry about that. I'll cover it for you.”

“No, Lena, that's too much.”

“It's fine. Just... call it an early wedding present.”

It was no secret that Lena was rather well off, thanks to her father owning a real estate firm. She didn't care to brag about it though, so it was easy to forget that was the case outside those times she'd offer to cover her friend's expenses without batting an eye. Sophia didn't like to take advantage of her friend but Lena would never take no for an answer.

“Thank you Lena. I really appreciate it.”

Sophia caught the girl's eye and received a warm smile. It was reassuring to have friends who loved her enough to help her through any situation, even if they didn't have the big picture.

“Don't mention it Babe. Now make yourself comfortable while I find out what we're working with.”

Sophia sat down on the sofa and booted up her tablet. Having been to her place many times before, Lena knew what she was looking for and she quickly returned with a tape measure.

“Arms up.”

Sophia complied, sitting forward in her seat to allow the girl to measure her bust and under-bust. The process was a little clumsy as neither girl were used to handling such expansive assets.

“I make these out to be 32... um... P? Yeah, 32P. Phew. I'm amazed they let you go so big so quickly.”

It occurred to Sophia as they were taking them that the measurements wouldn't exactly be accurate. Her chest had inflated a few sizes with milk since she'd been at the studio, and without knowing she would have the chance to drain them frequently, it was possible they were going to fluctuate in size wildly over time.

“Do you mind if we try a few different sizes, Lena, and I'll send back whatever doesn't fit.”

“No problem babe. It's kinda hard to measure them this big so I'm probably a bit off anyway.”

Lena reclined beside her friend on the sofa and the pair settled in for their shopping spree. Sophia couldn't rely on her regular outlets to buy fitting clothes from anymore so they had to search out more specialist retailers.

Her main concern was to find clothes that would hide her body away from leery eyes. She didn't want to provide anyone any more encouragement to stare at her body than it already did itself. Lena allowed her to choose what outfits made her feel comfortable, but for every turtle-neck or baggy sweater Sophia picked out, she would add something low-cut and form-fitting to the basket herself.

“You can't just hide yourself away forever. You need to get used to people looking if you're ever going to get comfortable with these things.”

> I don't want to get comfortable with them. I don't want people looking at me like that at all.

Despite her distaste, Sophia had no place telling her friend how to spend her money. She didn't want to appear ungrateful after the incredible generosity she'd been shown. It wasn't like she was being **** to wear the clothes Lena chose for her anyway. It would just be a little embarrassing for her knowing she had them hanging there in her wardrobe.

Even without Lena's input, many of the choices Sophia had to make were enough to make her blush. She couldn't wear sweaters to work every day, and it prove quite difficult to find appropriate blouses. She essentially had two options available to her. The first was to try a regular fit and keep several buttons undone to relieve the tightness in her chest. Sophia did not like this idea at all. It gave the completely false impression that she was a flirt or wanted attention drawn to her body, giving perverts an excuse to harass her. Her other option was to order tailored fits with extra material around the chest, creating what Lena called a 'boob pocket'. It was the more embarrassing option for Sophia, giving a clear outline of her breasts that left little to the imagination, but it was the option she had to go for regardless.

“Okay, that should cover you for work. Now let's spice things up a bit and check out some lingerie.”

“No, you really don't have to get me anything like that.”

Sophia had no interest in lingerie and didn't own any herself. Her plain underwear was enough for the times she would lie with Alan, and even then she would often keep her pyjamas on.

“Oh come on Fifi. No one's gonna see you wearing it except Alan. I know you got your new boobs for you, but surely you want him to have some fun with them too? Why don't you treat him a little.”

“Um, well I...”

What Lena was saying wasn't exactly wrong. Sophia wanted Alan to enjoy intimacy with her, and she wanted to enjoy intimacy with him too, but it was a difficult path for her to go down. The thought of wearing something designed to objectify her body made her uncomfortable, and specifically sexualising her breasts was outright humiliating. They had been working to try and overcome those feelings of hers, but she was still far from comfortable enough to dress up like a harlot for him.

“See, you're thinking about it! I bet you're secretly really excited to show him how proud you are of your new tits, aren't you? Here, let me find you some pieces that will truly blow him away.”

Lena took the tablet off her and soon found a site selling lingerie for bustier women. Sophia watched as she scrolled through listings of corsets, garters, harnesses and baby dolls. Her body grew increasingly hot as she looked at some of the skimpy pieces on display. The thought of wearing any of these outfits was too much for her. She couldn't bear to see what her friend would choose out.

“Um, I'm gonna grab a glass of water while you look.”

Lena looked over at her with a sly grin.

“Yeah, you are looking a little flush, babe. Grab my phone for me outta my purse while you're in there, will ya?”

Sophia rose and hurried her way to the kitchen for some air, trying not to imagine herself wearing any of the things she'd seen onscreen.

> It's okay Sophia. She's just going to buy it for you. You don't actually have to wear it.

That was true. Lena wanted her to have the option to wear things that showed off her body, but she would never push her into wearing them unless Sophia asked her to. Swimwear was going to pose a similar issue. Sophia avoided ever going to the pool or the beach, but Lena would likely insist on buying her some bikinis. She just wasn't comfortable showing that much skin. Perhaps there would come a day when she wanted to wear that sort of stuff for Alan, but it seemed like it would be a while off.

Sophia took a sip of water as she gathered herself. She wiped up the sweat that had formed and the milk that had dribbled down her front. She still had no idea how she was going to drain herself but that wasn't a problem she had to deal with right now. She took a few last breaths to compose herself before she was ready to head back.

Sophia crossed over the kitchen to where Lena had left her bag, and started to rummage through its contents it in search of her phone. As she did, her hand came upon something long and hard. Without thinking, she wrapped her fingers around it and lifted it out. Upon seeing the object in her grip, she almost dropped it in surprise. Her hand was holding the shaft of a plastic imitation of a penis.

Sophia had seen dildos before in her life, but she had never understood the appeal of them. Penises had always been the least attractive part of a man to her. She knew it was juvenile, but she'd never gotten over the thought that there was something kind of dirty about them too. Even in the depths of arousal, she'd never really felt the desire to touch one. She still did so for Alan during their lovemaking because she understood it was an important thing for men, but she couldn't understand how penises could be so important to a woman that they would want to own a replica of one.

Sophia felt dirty holding her friend's dildo in her hand. She wanted to stow it back where it came from and pretend she'd never seen it, but something held her back. She couldn't tear her eyes from it. It was longer and thicker than Alan's penis, but that just made it less attractive. This was the closest Sophia had ever studied a phallus but even from this point she couldn't see the draw.

As she finished eyeing the toy over, Sophia realised she'd brought it several inches closer to her without noticing. It felt like there was a string tied around her wrist drawing it in towards her, slowly growing stronger as it came in close. Sophia had never felt anything like this before, and simply allowed her hand to drift as she observed what was going on. It was only as it approached its destination that she realised what was happening and immediately grew flush.

> No, wait! I don't want to do this. Stop!

Her hand refused to listen though. She tried telling her arm to stretch out but the order never reached it. Something weird was happening in her head. It was like some part of it had thrown a mutiny and was jamming the signal to her body from her brain. She tried several times to get her arm to stop, and quickly started to panic as it dawned on her she was no longer in control.

She knew exactly what was happening. This was the effect of her 'Fuck Pillows' alteration; an irresistible urge to bring the fake penis between her breasts and 'pleasure' it. Sophia had never done that sort of thing before, and the mere thought of it filled her with shame. It was the exact thing she knew went through the mind of every one of those perverts who eyed her chest like meat. It was the filthy act that threatened to erode her entire identity into the two fatty lumps hanging down her front. The idea of devoting herself to pleasure a penis with her breasts filled her with so much shame, she couldn't even stomach the thought of offering it to Alan.

And yet despite her wishes, she couldn't help herself from slowing drawing the dildo closer into her chest. If she had realised in time, she might have thrown the thing away while it was still at arms length, but now the impulse was too great. She couldn't muster up the will to fight the compulsion growing inside of her.

Sophia gripped the dildo by the base and laid it flat within her cleavage. To her surprise, her breasts moved on their own to swallow the rod up and squeeze it tightly between themselves.

> O-one of the 'improvements' they made? I guess this is what my body is built for now.

It was an idea that disturbed Sophia; that she was trapped in a body programmed to service penis and there was nothing she could do to stop it. That wasn't entirely true though. Her body wasn't moving on it own. She knew what it felt like to move her arm and what it felt like to have it moved. This was entirely the former. Her mind was telling her to hold the dildo between her breasts. She could just as easily tell it not to. The only thing stopping her was herself.

“Ah!”

Sophia's hand suddenly began to thrust the fake penis into her bosom, causing an unexpected jolt of pleasure that **** a moan from her lips. Just like Jack had said, some kind of lubricant had lined the space between her breasts to make the motion smooth, but the flesh within had ribbed itself to provide resistance, causing every thrust to be slow, powerful and intense. Sophia was sure the Collar had made this experience divine for any man who was involved.

The dildo was not the only thing to be pleasured though. A delightful feeling was emanating from Sophia's bosom that pulsed with every thrust into it. Chocolate, warm baths and massages were her benchmarks for pleasure, but none of them compared to how incredible it felt for her to rub this dildo between her breasts. The physical sensation was overwhelming, greater than any she had received at her own or Alan's hands, and yet it still couldn't hold a candle to those times. Her body was more sexually charged than it had ever been, but not a mote of that energy could reach her mind.

There was nothing arousing about servicing a dildo. Sophia was barely turned on servicing her fiancé's real penis, so a fake, impersonal imitation of one never stood a chance. She found no joy in what she was doing, and so the physical pleasure rang hollow no matter how intense it became. Rather, every passing moment filled her with shame at what she had become. She knew she could resist this impulse if she really tried to, but some part of her had given up without so much as a fight. Perhaps it felt she truly deserved this.

“Sophia? You alright in there?” A sudden call from the other room startled Sophia and sent her into a panic.

“Yeah, I'm fine. Just sorting something out. Be there in a minute.”

Sophia tried to keep her tone flat as she called out. Even as she spoke, her hand continued to thrust the phallus into her breast channel. Her impulsive need to service it eclipsed her earnest desire not to be caught doing so.

“Alright. I got a bit carried away and ordered a few sets. You don't mind, do you?” Sophia heard Lena's voice getting closer as she spoke.

“No, no. It's fine. Get me whatever you like” she called out, **** to stop her coming in.

There was a moment's pause before Lena responded. “I knew you wanted them really. I'll get you a few more then” she said, her voice growing distant again.

Sophia breathed a sigh of relief and took a glance at the clock. She'd been here for almost fifteen minutes without realising. She had no idea how long this would go on for, assuming it would usually continue until the man receiving was satisfied, but no dildo was ever going to reach an orgasm. There had to be an end to it at some point though. It wasn't like the perverts behind this would make her keep doing this until she collapsed... surely?

The continuous action was starting to take its toll on Sophia, both body and mind. It was mentally exhausting to constantly feel so anxious and ashamed of herself. It was getting harder and harder to resist her body's call to stop fighting it; to simply relax, empty her mind and sink into the pleasure she was feeling. Sophia knew that was the thing all those perverts wanted her to be though - an empty-headed pleasure doll - and so she did her best to stay focused.

Even so, it was becoming difficult, so very difficult to pay attention as Sophia watched the dildo slowly driving into her breasts. Up and down it went. In and out...

Thrust... Thrust... Thrust...

The sight of it was almost hypnotic. Each thrust caused her body to sway gently on the spot in a perfect rhythm...

Thrust... Thrust...

Her mind was locked onto the sensation of the toy pushing her heavy breasts aside, as it penetrated her cleavage, over and over and over. It was so difficult to hold onto those feelings of anxiety and shame...

Thrust... Thrust... Thrust...

Each one rewarded her with a jolt of pleasure, rendering her body so completely relaxed. It was so soothing, so comfortable. It wouldn't be so bad to fall asleep to this, to allow the impulse to take full control as it continued to thrust...

Thrust... Thrust...

All her thoughts were drifting away, leaving her mind calm and peaceful but for a single line.

> Would feel so much nicer... if it was warm... Fleshy... Throbbing...

Sophia blushed as the word entered her mind. Normally she found it so disgustingly graphic, but right now it just felt so right. There was nothing to concern herself with as she watched the pink phallus slide in and out of her boobs. She was so tired, and it felt so good to just ride the wave of sleepiness, let the compulsion move her body in such pleasurable ways and absorb it's suggestions as it filled her mind with soothing whispers.

> A dildo feels cold... and impersonal... I need a thick... Throbbing... Cock between my fat tits...

Sophia let the image flitter into her minds eye. A hard... throbbing... penis, thrusting between her boobs in time with the dildo. Up and down it went, so soothing to watch. It really did feel so much warmer than a dildo, more personal. It would have been so much nicer to have one between her boobs now instead. Warm... Thick... Fleshy... Throbbing... Cock between her tits.

> Wa... ...p... I nee...to wak...p...

Something inside of Sophia stirred, but it sounded too distant to be heard. Her eyelids were so heavy now, but she pried them open just a crack. She couldn't fall asleep right now because... because... because Lena was waiting for her. Yes, she needed to get back to her friend when all this was over. But that didn't mean she couldn't relax and watch the dildo slide in and out of her boobs... in and out...

It felt so soothing to watch it vanish and emerge from her bosom with every thrust. She couldn't tear her eyes from it. It felt like it filled more and more of her vision with every crest. Something felt off about that, but she was just so sleepy to reason out what.

Every time it drew close she felt her lips twitch, as though their instincts were to open up and accept the shaft between them. The dildo's head was so close now. All it would take was to tilt her head forward, pucker her lips wide and she could take it into her mouth. It felt so right to follow her body's instincts. It felt so good to just relax and let the compulsion take control of her. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, ready to accept the dildo inside of her. As her arm delivered its next thrust, she tipped her head forward, lined herself up to take it, and-

> Wait, what am I doing!?

The taste of hard plastic was enough of a shock to break Sophia from her spell, and she immediately jerked her head back on reflex before the toy could pass her lips. She shook herself wildly to fight off the fatigue, a cold dread gripping her spine as she realised how close she'd been to falling asleep and letting the compulsion have complete control of her body. Even while she slept her body would have kept it up, continuing to thrust the plastic penis between her breasts for who knew how long. Or something even worse. She was sure she'd felt it just now - the unmistakably tug of another compulsion. Much easier to resist, but a compulsion nonetheless.

> But why? Neither of my other alterations mentioned anything like that. The only compulsion I should have is the, uh... the 'Fuck Pillows' one, and that just makes me-...

An uncomfortable epiphany struck Sophia as she recalled the details of her changes. It was true that none of her other alterations had inflicted a compulsion on her, but the one that had seemed to run much deeper than she realised. Jack had said her body had been modified in every possible way he could imagine to make the sexual act of rubbing a penis between her breasts as pleasurable as possible for men. He'd said some of those changes would come as a surprise for her once she'd succumbed to the compulsion. Well now she had a pretty good idea of what those changes were.

Sophia wasn't completely naïve towards matters of sex. She knew it was one of most men's greatest desires to put their penis in a girl's mouth. It was an idea that always disgusted Sophia. To have the organ she used to express herself instead used solely to fulfil a man's filthy desires, to **** her to taste his dirty, sweaty member and then swallow gross, sticky sperm for some pervert's own amusement. Such an act should have been an expression of complete love, trust and devotion, and yet men seemed to expect women to offer them out freely.

Well if Sophia's breasts really had been modified to make rubbing a penis between them as pleasurable as possible for any man, then what could possibly be greater than having their thing between her breasts and in her mouth at the same time? No doubt that was the thinking of whatever nasty pervert had made up that alteration. Most likely the weird lube her breasts produced caused a man's member to expand. Then, as it grew to approach her face, she would feel a growing impulse to offer her mouth as a warm, wet hole for it to slide into.

> Why... why do they have to make this as degrading as possible for me?

They couldn't just choose one or the other? The objectifying act of pleasuring a man's penis with her breasts, or the disgusting act of doing so with her mouth. Why did they have to make her suffer both indignities at once? Of course the answer to that was obvious. These people didn't care about her. She was just a tool for them to use to fulfil their perverse fantasies. In fact, they probably enjoyed humiliating her as much as possible.

> Come on Sophia. You can't let them get to you. Stay posit-

“Fifi, are you coming back? You've been gone ages.” Lena once again called to her from the other room, jolting her from her thoughts.

“I'm nearly done here. Why don't you order me some bikinis.”

Sophia heard no response from her friend and so she let her attention drift back to the situation at hand. The whole time she'd been thinking, her arm had been continuing its work thrusting the dildo into her bosom. The toy was so long now, poking up in front of her face with every crest. The compulsion to suck on it was still there, still weak, but she feared if this went on for much longer that she would lose control of herself. She still had no idea how to bring the compulsion to an end though. Would it stop on its own after a certain length of time?

Her whole body had grown hot as the action continued. Her skin was clammy with beads of sweat rolling down her face and breasts. A pool of dribbled saliva formed around the pit of her cleavage the toy erupted from. A constant trickle of milk was spewing from her nipples and dripped down onto her arms. And down below she could feel the slightest hint of moisture as it responded to the pleasure radiating from her breasts. She was a complete mess of bodily fluids, and she could feel every one of them crawling across her skin.

There was an undeniable feeling of sexual pleasure cascading through her body. Her boobs hummed with every single thrust of the dildo between them. Her breast channel was an order of magnitude more sensitive than anything she'd felt before, and even the lack of mental arousal couldn't dampen how good it felt. She felt a familiar feeling creeping up on her deep within her core.

> No, please. Not like this.

It was unmistakable. A switch had been flipped inside of her. Her body was building up to an orgasm. Her mind had lost the war of arousal to the sheer waves of pleasure emanating from her body. She could buy herself minutes holding it off, but she was about to climax whether she wanted to or not.

> Please, not like this. It's too embarrassing

Outside of her control, she was being **** to orgasm through sheer physical stimulation. She was going to orgasm while sexually servicing a dildo. She was going to orgasm while being compelled to use her breasts like a whore. She was going to orgasm because some perverts, treating her mind and body like a toy, wanted her to.

“Ah!!!”

Sophia tossed her head back to vent the pleasure as a moan, and as she did she spotted movement from the corner of her eye. She spun around and stopped dead as her greatest fear came to fruition.

“Lena?!!”

Her friend was right there, stood in the doorway. She said nothing, simply watching the commotion with eyes opened wide. Sophia froze in surprise too, apart from the arm that continued working the dildo into her bosom. Whether out of proximity from her impending orgasm, or to further humiliate her in front of Lena, the arm began to pick up it's pace against her will, thrusting the toy between her breasts at almost twice the pace it had before. Lena's discovery did nothing to impede her imminent orgasm. To her embarrassment she felt it approaching faster instead.

“Please Lena, look away!”

Unable to stop or hide what she was doing, Sophia begged her friend not to watch her orgasm instead. The girl was too absorbed in what she was seeing to even notice Sophia was speaking however.

> Sh-she must think I'm such a slut, g-getting off while she watches me like this. This is so humiliating! Ah! No, no, no. Here it come. Here it comes!

It was too late to do anything. She could already feel the pleasure breaking the dam inside of her. She was about to cum while her friend watched her service a dildo with her tits. Why did that feel so good?

“Aaaah!!!”

With one final thrust of the sex toy, Sophia's breasts ignited in an inferno of pleasure that quickly engulfed her entire body. Her back spasmed and she fell back into the counter as her knees gave out beneath her. She moaned with an intensity her voice had never reached before. She couldn't stop the tsunami of pleasure as it swept right over her.

“Sophia?” Through the overwhelming tide, she heard her friend's voice.

“Lena, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!!”

Her friend was watching her cum right in front of her but Sophia just didn't care. All her cares were lost to the deluge of ecstasy. It just felt so good to moan and scream and let out all the energy that had built in her chest. Her hands continued to work at her tits, fondling and thrusting the toy into them as hard as she could to eke out every drop of those incredible sensations she could. She didn't care who was watching. The shame of it all just felt so good.

“Ha... ha... ha...”

Sophia tried to hold onto the feeling as long as she could. Eventually, though, it started to fade, and the world around her came slowly back into focus. At some point she'd slid down the counter, landing on the floor on her bum. The dildo that started this whole mess was clutched in her hand beside her. The compulsion to pleasure it must have ceased with her orgasm. She watched as it slowly shrunk back to it's original size in front of her, and the lube that clung to it seemed to evaporate, leaving it completely clean. She took a moment just slouched against the counter, taking in deep, heavy breaths as she recovered from her orgasm.

“I... see you found my dildo.”

“Eep!!”

Sophia jolted upright in surprise, completely forgetting Lena was there. She looked up, frozen in shock, her mouth hanging open as she struggled for words.

“I wasn't... I didn't... I was just...” There was no way for Sophia to explain what Lena had just seen her doing. There was only one way it could all be taken in the eyes of someone who knew nothing of the show.

“You looked like you were really enjoying yourself there. That was... one of the loudest orgasms I've ever seen.”

Sophia blushed and looked down at her lap. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life, even in front of that audience of thousands.

“Geez, Fi. That was amazing. I've seen a real wild side to you today I never knew you had. I'm so glad I came around today. This is going to bring us so much closer together.”

“P-please don't tell anyone what you saw!” she begged her friend.

“It's okay, it's okay. It'll be our secret.” Lena reassured her. “...So you've got a thing for titty fucks, huh? That's so fun. Oh, that's probably one reason you got your implants. You just wanna smother Alan's cock between them, don't you? Have you two already-”

“L-lena...”

“Oh my gosh, Fifi, I'm so sorry. You're still embarrassed about all this aren't you? You don't have to worry about judgement from me though! I'm all for girls just being open with each other, you know? I'll let it go for now, but you should know you can talk to me about sex stuff anytime. I know you find that stuff difficult, so if you're trying to-”

“S-sure, Lena” Sophia cut her off, too embarrassed to hear anymore. “I appreciate it.”

She really meant that. She knew Lena had her best intentions at heart, and she really could trust her to talk about that stuff if she ever did need it, but she was always too embarrassed to ever approach her about it. Lena gave her a warm, reassuring smile at her acceptance.

“Right, then how about we watch a movie before we finish up with your shopping” Lena said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I'd like that” Sophia said returning the smile.

“And, uh... you can keep that if you want. I guess you two have gotten real close now,” she said pointing at the dildo still clutched in Sophia's hand. Sophia blushed as her friend teased her, and hurriedly dropped the toy back on the counter next to Lena's bag. She had to admit she felt a lot more relaxed though.

“So what movie did you want to watch. Something X-rated perhaps? Oh, but I guess you won't be in the mood for that anymore?” Lena teased her again as she stepped out of the room.

Sophia rushed to follow her friend back through into the lounge. As she passed through the doorway of the kitchen though, her vision started to grow blurry. Before she could even wonder what was happening to her, everything went black.

==Author's notes==

Thank you all for reading.

This chapter turned out way longer than I expected. Sorry for keeping you all waiting. In the future I'll probably split longer intermissions into several chapters. Let me know if you spot any mistakes or think anything could be written better. Feedback is always welcome.

Next up will be a quick trip back to the studio followed by a vote I hope many of you will find quite interesting.