"Aaaaaand we have-- breasts!"

YES. Tiny humiliating bikini: OVER. 

"And our options are--

"To 'E'ternity. A simple, classic bimbo option, this gives her E cup breasts! Actually, given the size of her torso, they're more like G cups, but none of you people know how bra sizing works, so let's just say E. Her breasts will be noticeably large, but not cartoonish like Chrissi over here."

Chrissi waves. "I like big boobs."

"On a tie, they will be cartoonish. Our second option is Valley of Pleasure. This makes every inch of her breasts as sensitive as her cunt, so having them played with feels like getting fingered and giving a titfuck feels like getting fucked. Of course, this one will also make them bigger so she can actually do titfucks. We don't want to leave her sexually unsatisfied!"

"Our third option is the Cleavage Show. Not only will she have larger breasts, but they'll naturally tend to stick together-- without chafing, of course. As such, she'll have amazing cleavage in whatever she wants to wear."

These all sound great! No way to lose this time. 

"Our fourth option is Man Handled! Man Handled will give Leah a craving to have her breasts played with, anywhere, at any time. If it looks like someone might want to touch her breasts, she'll grab their hands and put them right on her chest!"

OH COME ON

"So, Leah, what are you thinking?"

"Any of the first three would be fine with me, but"-- try to appeal to the audience, they're horny men, she doesn't have zero idea of what horny men like-- "it would be really embarrassing to have Man Handled with tiny breasts like this! So I hope I don't get that one."

"Well, you know what they say, more than a handful is wasted! I'm sure that a lot of men would love to grope these."

"Thank you, but I'd rather have a big pair"-- she can do this-- "so... even more... want to grope them?"

"That's the spirit!"

Leah emotionally prepared herself as the vote tallies came in. She remembered how the consent paperwork had said that, after the first transformation, the Collar of Fate reduced inhibitions and increased arousal. 

("Not too bad," the show's lawyer had assured her. "Like taking a couple of shots."

"If tequila makes your clothes fall off, at any rate!" the host had crowed.)

She would have to keep her wits about her. She'd never been drunk before, but she'd seen a lot of drunk people and they could continue to make okay choices. Maybe it would even help, if it made her more able to be sexy and therefore appeal to the audience. Right? Right????

"Aaaaaaand... it's Valley of Pleasure!"

Fog washed over Leah's brain. She felt... warm, and tingly, and very relaxed, and it was hard to think about much of anything. The fog was... pink, somehow? She didn't know how fog could be pink, but she knew somehow it was. 

She blinked back into consciousness, grateful that bodywarping didn't hurt. She'd seen the vapid expressions on the contestants on the episodes of Bimbo or Billionaire that she'd watched to prepare herself. She just didn't expect vapidity to feel so... nice?

She looked down. Her breasts were nicely sized: not as large as To 'E'ternity would have made them, but significantly more than a handful. They'd stand out in a tanktop or a sweater, that was for sure. They looked round and soft and like they were begging to be touched. 

"How are you feeling?"

She wasn't feeling anything! It felt like wearing a bikini normally did! ...Well, the host had said it would be sensitive like her vulva, and her vulva often didn't feel like much of anything. Like if she had a tampon in. So she wouldn't be running around getting turned on every time she wore a bra, which was convenient, if disappointing to the fanbase.

She couldn't wait to get back in the changing room and try them out for real though.

...unless.

It was the kind of thing contestants did on the show all the time. And it would probably make the audience like her more and get her options she liked better. And--

--there were all the eyes on her, there were so many people watching--

But she wasn't ugly anymore, at least not in her chest area. She had one, or rather two, things that guys would actually appreciate. Her face was still awful but they wouldn't be looking at her face, would they. 

The audience would like it. It would make them happy. They thought she was hot. 

She reached up and tentatively squeezed one of her breasts through her bikini. 

holy fucking shit

The crowd was cheering, but Leah was far too distracted to pay attention to it. That felt amazing. Waves of pleasure had spread through her entire body, just from touching it once. And if she were back in her room-- if she could play with them with her vibrator on her clit-- figure out what really felt good, what made her eyes roll back in her head-- and then she could--

She could get a guy to play with them. Probably. If she wanted. And it would be the best thing in the world. 

The host, she belatedly notices, is waiting for an answer.

"Good!" she says. "It's-- good. I like it."

"Well, as much as we'd love to watch you play with yourself all day, we do have a game show to finish! Pick your next one."

Right. Focus. She could focus.

--This one was all right but if she got more sexy-brain-altering physical changes she would have real difficulty with this game. No wonder it was purely random, if she'd gotten to play with her breasts for a few minutes longer she'd have trouble concentrating on anything more complicated than Tic Tac Toe. 

"Thirteen."

"Aaaaand it's money! You have ten cents!"

Score! Soon she will actually be able to buy something with her winnings!

"Let's try eighteen."

"Oh no, Leah, that's a Bimbo. It looks like you got Face."