Sophia, 26 year-old bride-to-be [ongoing]

> Huh, what's... what's going on?

Sophia's head was spinning and her vision unfocused as her consciousness returned to her. It almost felt like she'd been asleep but she was not in her bedroom or any bed for that matter. As she tried to make sense of the shapes around her, she realised she was standing in the wing of a stage. She could see a huge audience out in front. She had no idea how she got here.

“Welcome back everyone to another episode of Bimbo or Billionaire, the show where lovely ladies compete for the life of their wildest dreams or lose it all to become someone else’s wildest dream.”

> Bimbo?

The word jumped out to Sophie. It was one she hadn’t really come across before. She knew what it meant but it wasn’t a word she would ever use, and certainly not one she would expect to hear announced through a microphone. Where was she?

“I’m your host Jack, and tonight we have a very special episode for you all. Everything will be made clear to you in due time. But first…! I'm sure you're all eager to meet tonight's lucky contestant. Would you all please raise your hands together. For. Missssss... Sophia Baxley!”

Sophia was still in too much of a daze to process everything that was happening. All she'd gathered was that she was on some kind of show. The host was turned towards her now, his arm outstretched to welcome her onstage. She stepped forward without thinking and stumbled, before noting she was wearing a long dress and lifting it over her feet as she walked. Distracted by her brief embarrassment, she was already well onto the stage before she realised what she was doing.

Overhead lights turned to shine on her. Already in the literal spotlight, Sophia had **** but to finish her journey. Usually on game shows, there was some kind of podium to stand behind, but in this case, there was a small dais for her to stand on, giving the audience a clear view of her head to toe.

“Welcome Sophia. It’s good to have you on the show. How are you feeling?”

Sophia was finally regaining her balance as her head stopped spinning. As she looked around, she immediately became aware of the vast sea of heads watching her. Almost all of them were men, and their stares made her feel very self-conscious. She stood rooted in place, worried that even the slightest move might somehow embarrass her.

“Um, where am I?”

“Ah. It seems our contestant is still a bit addled from the trip over. Why, you’re on Bimbo or Billionaire of course! The show where you open boxes to reveal fabulous prizes or body- and mind-altering transformations.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m afraid we don’t have time to explain everything right now. We’ll have the Control Collar fill you in while I introduce you to everyone.”

Sophia felt a mild shock and heat build around her neck. She brought her hand up to find something wrapped around her neck, but she couldn't pull it away. It wasn't **** her or burning her though and so her mind was quickly drawn elsewhere. There was a jarring sensation in her head, like information was being directly burned into her brain.

“Now, as the most eagle-eyed among you all may have noticed, 'Miss' Sophia here is indeed wearing a wedding dress.”

> Wait, I am?

Sophia was surprised to hear that herself. She looked herself over to see it was indeed true. She could even feel the veil running down her back.

> When did I put this on? It, um... it shows a bit of skin. I wouldn't wear something like this.

The dress revealed a lot more flesh than Sophia was used to showing. It was tight around the bust, making them look a little smaller than they were, but it caused her breasts to bulge out embarrassingly above the neckline. Trying to adjust would only draw attention to her chest. It was a bit much for a typical wedding gown to lay bare, but she had **** but to endure the embarrassment. The symbolic nature of the dress somehow made her feel even more exposed in front of the audience.

“Marriage has always been a magical concept for our lovely Sophia, who has always been a great lover of fairy tales. Since she was a child, she’d always dreamed of being whisked away by her Prince Charming to find true love in a magical wonderland. Even the cold reality of growing up hasn’t kept our beauty from dreaming. Four years ago, Sophia found who she believes to be her knight in shining armour, and in just nine months from now, they are due to be married.”

Jack was referring to Alan, her fiancé. He was a wonderful, compassionate man that she loved with all her heart. Just the thought of him helped calm Sophia's heart in this confusing situation. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves.

While Jack was addressing the audience, the disorienting sensation in Sophia’s head finally started to clear. She realised she had become aware of many things she didn't know before: the nature of the show she was on, and the function of the Control Collar she was wearing around her neck, which had morphed to take the form of a white lace choker to match her dress.

With this knowledge now in place, it began to dawn on Sophia exactly where she was, and the stage she'd found herself on suddenly seemed a lot more threatening. She felt very much exposed, becoming conscious of the lustful way the audience was staring at her. Her exposed chest had not been an accident; she’d been dressed up as eye candy for the amusement of her watchers. This was the sick game of some twisted mind, and she now knew her purpose in it was to be altered to her audience’s perverted whims.

No longer caring for her dignity, Sophia tried to drag her dress up to cover her exposed cleavage from the perverted leers but found it way too small to do so. She tried to turn and flee from the stage but a painful zap to her neck stopped her in her place and she found her body refused to obey her. Instead it began to turn of its own accord to fully face the audience, like someone else was piloting her body. Her hands began to rise by themselves until they cupped her breasts, then began to gently massage them in circle through her dress.

“Plea-please no! Why is this happening to me?”

Sophia already knew the answer to that. The Control Collar was in place around her neck, marking her as a prisoner of the game. This was it demonstrating its influence over her.

> Please, not in front of everyone. This is so embarrassing.

Sophia couldn’t bear to look at the shameful display her body was putting on. Her hands were being far from gentle, squeezing and rolling her breasts around without a care for how it felt for her. Everywhere she looked she saw hungry eyes enjoying her humiliation. Her whole body grew hot, unable to ignore the stimulation.

“Heh. It seems our contestant has already attempted to break the rules of the game.” The man spoke directly to the audience, as if he didn't even consider Sophia worth addressing. “As I’m sure you’ve all noticed, the Control Collar will allow no cheating or refusal to play along. It looks like it let her off easy this time, but it would be best for her not to push her luck again.”

Sophia knew she should have been panicking more after learning the situation she was in, but the only thing causing her heart to race was the embarrassment of her public fondling and exposed bosom. In zapping the information straight into her mind, they had bypassed the stages of panic, denial, and anger that she would otherwise experience from learning about her position and dropped her straight into acceptance. This was the horrifying power of the Control Collar. It could make her believe anything and her mind would simply accept it as gospel. And that was just a taste of things the Collar would soon be doing to her.

Sophia now understood almost everything about her situation. The one thing she still didn’t understand, however, was why she was here. The information in her head seemed to indicate that contestants had to volunteer for the show, but she had no memory of doing such a thing. She would never agree to participate in such a demeaning and objectifying game, not for all the money in the world. She would never give these perverts such control over her. Before she could voice her complaints however, the host spoke again.

“Alright, I think that's enough of a warmup.”

All of a sudden Sophia's hands stopped their groping. After a moment to process she had control of herself, she quickly dropped her arms to her side. Her breasts still tingled from the overstimulation.

“Now I know you’ve all been wondering about the special nature of today’s show, so allow me to fill you all in. Tonight’s episode has a special sponsor, and one that knows Sophia very well. Tell me Sophia, do you remember a Liam Davies?”

> Huh? Liam Davies? It couldn't be...

Sophia did indeed remember the name. She remembered it as one of the greatest regrets of her life.

“Once upon a time there was a boy called Liam Davies. Liam was a socially awkward individual, as teenage boys often are, and was completely besotted with a girl called Sophia. Liam wanted to spend every possible moment with this girl. He would follow her around school like a lovestruck puppy. Sophia, for her part, accepted him as a friend.”

Sophia cringed at that last part. She felt a little responsible for his feelings. She had a chance to set boundaries, but she kept engaging with him, giving him hope that he might have had a chance with her.

“Filled with the hormones of a teenage boy, Liam couldn't help on occasion but to allow his eyes to wander over the object of his admirations. This, however, did not strike a pleasant chord with the girl.”

Sophia didn't have it in her to really hate anyone, but if there was one kind of person that unnerved her, it was perverts. Sophia had never been a big enjoyer of sex. The thought of it grossed her out a little. Her idea of intimacy was sharing a kiss under a moonlit sky then holding one another close as the sun began to rise. She appreciated that she had a weaker libido than most however, and never begrudged anyone their own enjoyment of it.

What bothered her though, was when people allowed their libido to rule over their interactions with her. Sophia knew she was curvy enough to draw the eyes of a lot of men, but she could never get used to it. It made her skin crawl whenever people checked her out, and even more so to imagine what dirty things they were thinking about doing to her. And so, more and more as she noticed the Liam's gaze lingering on her chest and backside, she started to feel uncomfortable about being around him.

“Our protagonist remained oblivious to the tension building inside our heroine. It kept growing and growing until one fateful day. As Liam trailed behind his crush through the dinner hall, she turned to see his eyes darting quickly away from her ass. All of a sudden, that tension she'd been keeping down all this time came bubbling up all at once. She turned to the boy and she screamed-”

“Leave me alone, alright! I would never go out with a creepy perv like you!”

Sophia's hands shot to her mouth too late as the scream rang out of her. The collar **** the words out with the exact tone and volume that they had been burned into her memories. She flushed, **** to relive the moment she'd lost control of herself.

“The girl immediately regretted it, but the damage was already done. Liam’s reputation was in tatters. Rumours quickly spread that he was the type to harass and prey on women. No girl would go near him. No boy would associate with him. Even teacher looked at him warily. Liam was **** to move school.”

Sophia felt an ache in her heart as she listened to the story. She never got the chance to apologise to Liam. It was one of her biggest regrets. The amount of pain she'd caused him over something so innocent as a crush. It was one of the only times she'd felt like she'd done something cruel in her life, and she had no chance to make up for it.

“Our hero had moved across the country to escape his past, and yet somehow it wasn't enough. The rumours followed him there, growing even darker still. Rumours that he'd **** himself on another student. Rumours that he'd **** and molested a teacher. No matter where he went, he couldn't escape them. He was outcasted. His grades tanked. Even his parents started to believe there may be some truth to what they were hearing. His life spiralled completely out of control, all of it stemming from one fervent rejection.”

> N-no... That can't be. I did this? I'm responsible?

Sophia was horrified over what she was hearing. She never meant for any of that to happen. Had she really ruined someone's life like that? Was that why she was here, as atonement for what she'd done?

“Fast forward to three months ago. Our hero is sitting alone in a rundown apartment, empty bottles littering the floor. He's no alcoholic but has no motivation to tidy anything up. Only one thing keeps him going at this point. He's sunken completely into the depravity he was accused of. He spends most of his day jerking himself off to hentai and porn. His only joy in life stems from fantasies of fucking all the women who looked down on him in his life.

“By chance he comes across Sophia's wedding announcement and thinks back on the girl who started it all. She has been the most frequent subject of his fantasies across the years. At times he imagined her saying yes to him, and taking her as his beautiful, meek and submissive housewife, dutifully serving his every sexual need. At other times he dreamed of humiliating her the way she did to him, showing the world that it was she who was the ****, slutty pervert all along. Upon seeing the news that the girl of his dreams was promised to someone else, his mind fills with despair.

“It was at this time in his life, when Liam had nothing left to lose, that fate decided to deal him a new hand. Just when our hero was having thoughts of giving it all up, he won the lottery. Seventeen million pounds.”

A round of 'ooh's arose from the audience. Sophia was listening too attentively to even acknowledge the gross things said about her.

“Now that amount of money didn't really mean much to our hero. Over the years, he'd given up on all his hopes and aspirations. There was nothing he wanted to buy in that moment. In fact, he only had one way in mind he could think to spend the money. You see, over the years Liam had grown to be a big fan of our show. It had become one of his outlets as the perversions within him grew. Once the money was in his bank account he reached out to us, and he offered every last penny of it if we would accept Sophia on to the show.”

Sophia's eyes widened at the revelation. Was that why she was here? Had they really let someone else volunteer her? They never allowed that from what she knew. There had to be more to it.

“Of course, that kind of money is mere chump change to us here at Bimbo or Billionaire, but we admired his spirit, so we agreed to work something out. We still took his money though.”

A round of laughter erupted from the audience. Sophia knew there had to be more to the story but it seemed the host was not up to tell it.

“Anyway, I think that went on long enough. Now I've told you all why this is a special episode, so let me show you what is so special about it. Please turn your eyes to the monitor for today's special rules.”

Sophia followed everyone's gazes up to a big monitor on the wall and started reading along.

1. Case Layout: There are only three prize cases to find in this episode. The first awards Sophia her dream home, the second her perfect wedding and honeymoon package, and the third will award £1 billion. Sophia may only leave upon claiming the third prize case. The Wish and Powers cases have been replaced with additional Harmony cases. Certain punishment case categories have been restructured.
2. Gemini Rule: The requirement for a tie verdict has been relaxed significantly. The second most voted result will be considered tied if within a reasonable margin of the top result.
3. Intermissions: There will be an intermission between each round, where we will send Sophia back to live her life in the months leading up to her wedding. Others will notice the changes to Sophia's appearance and behaviour but will not concern themselves with the cause of them. In the time between intermissions, a version of her will live out her life on autopilot and Sophia will gain these memories upon each return.

The first rule didn't mean much to her, but the second was greatly alarming.

> 'Reasonable margin'? They're just going to add changes onto me as they like. How is this fair?

“Let me just upload these rules to the Control Collar so that our contestant understands them.”

Before she had a chance to speak out, Sophia felt another jolt against her neck and her frustration died down in an instant, sending a shiver down her spine. The rules were there now, burned into her brain. She was frequently going to receive two changes in a single round. That was just a fact. She had simply accepted that.

As the creeping dread over the terrifying power the Collar had once again swept over her, a concern sprung to Sophia's mind. Were they going to do that every time she received a change? Just make her accept that those alterations were a part of her life without any chance to emotionally process them. As if reading her mind, the host addressed her quietly.

“Don't worry my dear. We're just pushing things along for expedience. Once the real game begins, we'll let you feel your full range of unfiltered emotions.”

Before she had a chance to respond, Jack turned back to the audience.

“Now I've kept you all long enough. It's finally time! Reveal the cases! Let the show begin!”

Curtains covering the other half of the stage began to roll back, revealing a platform with rows of boxes lined up. Amid them all stood a women with the most ridiculous proportions Sophia had ever seen. Her clothing made no effort to cover it up either, spilling intimate flesh out in every direction. Sophia felt embarrassed just looking at her. She prayed this wasn't an omen of what was to come.

“Welcome back Chrissi. You're looking as ravishing as ever.”

The woman excitedly bounced forward, her body jiggling with every step. She was clearly happy to have the attention on her.

“Aww, thank you Jack. You know it takes a lot of work to look this good.”

“Come off it. We all know the Collar made that makeup permanent for you.”

“Oh, its not hard work for me. I'm always gorgeous. I meant for everyone else.”

Laughter arose from the audience. Jack seemed honestly surprised that his assistant could even make a joke.

“Well colour me impressed. Maybe you'll remember all the numbers this time.”

“I won't let you down. I've been practicing real hard.”

“That's the Chrissi we know and love. Alright Sophia, there's all the cases lined up in front of us. It's time for the game to begin. Which one should Chrissi open first?”

Sophia stared out over the boxes in silence. None of this felt real to her. She couldn't make sense of it. It didn't help that her emotions had been tampered with. It almost felt like a dream but she knew it was real. The jolts she'd felt from the Control Collar confirmed that much.

Her life was never going to be the same. It was difficult to process that. She suspected it would only be during the first intermission, when she was back in a familiar place but with first of her permanent alterations applied to her, that she would start to grasp the situation she was in.

There was nowhere to run, no chance of escape. There was nothing else Sophia could do, and so there was no reason to hesitate.

“Box eight please, Chrissi.”

=Author's Notes=

Thank you for reading and checking out my branch of Bimbo or Billionaire. This story is ongoing and more of a slow-burn than some of the branches from other author's. This branch has a heavy focus on big tits, female degradation, objectification and various forms of mind control (compulsion, hypnosis, idea implanting, etc) among other things.

While you can find all polls for choosing the changes Sophia undergoes here on chyoa as they happen, I have recently opened up a discord so readers can have even more say over how the story plays out. If you enjoy my writing, please consider joining up even if just to keep up to date on when new chapters come out. I will have extra polls, images and previews posted over there for readers to enjoy. Thank you!

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Disclaimer: My writing does not reflect my politics. This story is presented purely as fantasy for entertainment and titillation and I do not condone **** objectification of women in real life.