Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “It’ll depend on if I take home that prize or not.”

  “Oh she’s still got bite folks, but has she still got brain? Find out after this commercial break.

  “And welcome back to Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? I’m Jim Harris and we’re joined by Carol today. Five questions in and things haven’t gone exactly as planned, she wasn’t dressed like that when she came in after all. However she does have two correct answers to her name this far meaning the grand prize is still in sight. How are you feeling Carol?”

  “I’m still feeling alright, good enough to win this quiz.”

  “Well we’ll find out soon as we get on with things with our sixth question of the show. Vermilion is a shade of which colour? Is it A, Green? Is it B, Blue? Is it C, Red or is it D, Yellow?”

  Carol tried to rack her brain. She knew she knew this, she knew she knew vermilion, but it just wasn’t coming to her. Had these transformations really started messing with her mind this much? She sighed to herself as those eyes drew shut, fingers rubbing across her temple as she tried to remember, vermilion, what did she know about vermilion. And then, it came to her. Of course, vermilion was the name of a town in a game she used to play a lot when she was younger, how could she forget that? If it’s that then it must be obvious.

  “D Jim, I think it’s D, yellow.”

  “Yellow Carol, are you sure?”

  “Yep, positive.”

  She wasn’t one hundred percent actually, but she was sure enough. Like her childhood would be able to lie to her. Well, that’s what she though, because a red cross on the screen took away that belief.

  “Oh sorry Carol, the answer is actually C, vermilion is a shade of red. I guess this means it’s time for another round of ask the audience!”

  The answer came rushing back to her as he said it, how stupid of her to forget that at a crucial time like this, instead going back to childish thoughts and just making an answer up herself, stupid. And this next spin was going to make her even dumber as the next stage of her changing showed up on the screen.

  “Things are about to spice up Carol because because it seems we’ve reached the surprise round. Rather than a set criteria the audience are going to be given four random choices ranging from the subtle to the extreme, better hope the luck of the draw is kind because here we are. Vote A if you want to vote for Milky Momma. Vote B for Orgasmic Experience. Vote C for Tidy and Tanned and go ahead and vote D for, you’re going to love this folks, for all three!”

  The crowd almost tore the roof off the building as Carol stiffened up in her seat and screamed out, “WHAT!?”

  “I guess the luck of the draw didn’t favor you tonight, and neither does this audience as always option D has stormed to victory.”

  Carol could not have gotten worst luck. Option D was incredibly rare and had only shown up two times previously, and both those times it won in a landslide too. Carol squirmed in her seats as the nanobots got to making three changes at the same time. Her body began to darken, her pale skin burning to a light tanned brown as all the body below her head was slowly wiped away, along with its ability to grow back. Her nipples plumped up and bulged in the front of her girly bimbo brasier, leaky dribbles starting to bubble, building up an uncomfortable wetness within, and that wasn’t even mentioning the one throbbing against that lacey body hugging thong.

  “So how does it feel Carol?” Jim snickered, even he was finding it hard to contain himself.

  “Awful!” she whined out as she found it hard to even comfort her own body, because any touch stroking along her aching breasts made her want to comfort herself in a very different way.

  “Well try not to mess up the seat too badly Carol because we can’t waste any time moving on to question seven. Which religion emerged from the Bible Student movement, founded in 1872 by Charles Taze Russell? Is it A, Jehovah's Witness. Is it B, Quakers. Is it C, Mormons or is it D, Baha’i?”

  Carol knew she knew this question, for a quiz player like her this was common stuff but dammit, it was so hard to think at the moment. Her mind felt like it was in a daze as her body started to burn up in place. That last round was really having a negative effect on her body, it was making it harder to concentrate. Her mind kept wandering from trying to figure out the answer to thinking about those aching nipples and that needy pussy. She sat writhing in her seat as Jim leaned in closer, “Having trouble with this one Carol? You’ve been taking a lot of time with it, not being distracted by some downstair troubles are we?”

  “No Jim, just need a few moments to think about it. C, I’m gonna say C.”

  “You’re sure on Mormons? Certain?”

  “Yeah sure, go, go for it,” feeling rushed by his pressure, eyes dragging up to inspect the board, hoping her guess would prove correct. The red cross put another nail into her coffin, that cash prize slowly slipping from her fingers.

  “Sorry Carol, another incorrect answer which means another round of changes are incoming. Let’s see what you’ll have to tackle this time. Now this is an interesting one, next up it’s your speech which will be under the hammer and put to our fans to vote upon. So if you’d like to hear Southern Country Girl then vote for A. Vote B for Barely Legal. Vote C for British Beauty and finally vote D for Lisping Lily. Place your votes now. Any preference Carol?”

  “Well if everyone would be nice enough to vote for British Beauty, it’d be most appreciated.”

  “Perhaps the audience are feeling generous after that last round of voting. Sadly for you it seems not as they’ve voted for B.”

  Carol wasn’t surprised, the audience hadn’t been kind tonight and a nice classy voice was kept at bay. Instead she felt a tingling in her throat at that giggly teen voice was programmed into her speech, both sound and style. With her body and now even her mind changed by this dreadful game, how was anybody supposed to take her seriously? She needed that money more than ever.

  “So Carol, feel like giving us a sample of your new voice?” She shook her head, those platinum locks swaying around in a mist of flowing hair. “Looks like she got shy all of a sudden everybody. Would you like to see us give her a helping hand?”

  The crowd cheered as they could see what Carol couldn’t, and that was that glamorous young assistant from earlier sneaking up behind her. She pushed her hands forward and gave Carol’s huge boobs a tight squeeze through her top, causing the transformed woman to let out a large squeal as an orgasm shoots through her body, spraying messy juices down onto the soft chair below, dribbling onto the floor with messy droplets. Her chest was unhanded, left with wet spots over her bulged nipples as she whined up with a whimper welling in her front.

  “Like that was totes mean!”

  “Aww we’re sorry Carol, but we were just all looking forward to hearing that voice of yours so much. Don’t worry I know what will make everything feel better and that’s our next question. In what famous building would you find rooms named Vermeli, China, Red, Blue, Green and Yellow Oval? Is it A, Buckingham Palace? Is it B, The White House? Is it C, Palace of Versailles or is it D, Westminster Abbey?”

  Carol found her mind wandering to thoughts of living in a palaces herself rather than that flat she has, but then remembered she had to think of an answer to this question, and she had no clue whatsoever. This quiz was getting even harder!

  “Erm, is it B?”

  “You’re going to say White House?”

  It was the only famous building she could really think of after all, “Like sure.” When she looked up at that screen and saw a green tick she giggled about happily.

  “Well done Carol, another right answer. You may just be able to win our grand prize after all. But you’ll still have to get through two more questions with your mind on the line. Still think you have enough brainpower to see this to the end?”

  “Like yeah, I’m totally ready, give it to me Jimmy.”

  The audience chuckled at her silly high pitched voice and the way her words had changed as Jim moved on with the show like the true
professional he was. “Good then let’s move on to question nine, in which year did the Titanic sink on it voyage? Was it A, 1912. Was it B, 1904. Was it C, 1889 or was it D, 1927?”

  She had absolutely no idea. If this question had came up earlier she would have snapped it up but right now she just wasn’t able to think of such things, things like dates was a real struggle for her right now, she’d gotten lucky with the last question, and she was going to have to hope to get lucky again.

  “Well I think that it might be D, maybe.”

  “Maybe? Sorry this show doesn’t accept maybe as an answer Carol, are you going to pick D?”

  “Like sure, sure, D it is.”

  Another red cross flashed up on the screen as her heart sunk in her chest. “Oh I’m sorry but that’s a wrong answer. It was 1912 in fact, and I thought you said you were good at quizzes Carol.”

  “I thought I was!” she pouted to him.

  “Well not good enough for our show I’m afraid as we move onto another round of ask the audience. Now let’s see what could possibly be our last change with only one question remaining. Oh my, things are about to get very naughty as we’re going to fetish corner. Hope you don’t mind your sex life getting a bit kinky because the audience might want to give it a little spice. Let’s see our options shall we? Vote A if you want a bit of The More the Merrier. Voting B will help give Carol a dose of Sensual Spankings. Vote C if you’d like Exhibitionist Experience and vote D if you’re interesting in Lesbian Loving. Got a preference in this round Carol?”

  “Well I guess I’ve never been with another girl before, wait I mean NO!”

  “You won’t have to worry about the fairer sex just yet Carol as the votes are in and A won in a landslide. It looks like maybe the audience are hoping for some action tonight. Think our entire studio audience would be enough to satisfy you?”

  “Yes. Wait, no, I didn’t mean to say that. OMG, I’m so embarrassed.”

  “You don’t need a minute to calm yourself do you Carol? I’m afraid we don’t have time to let you get your fill.”

  “Like OMG stop that Jimmy. Just like hurry up and move on with the questions and stuff so I can head to the little girls room,” her flushed body fidgeting around in her skimpy barbie girl outfit.

  “Okay Carol, question ten. Who was the wife of the British playwright William Shakespeare? Was it A, Jennifer Lawrence. Was it B, Cameron Diaz? Was it C, Zooey Deschanel or was it D, Anne Hathaway?”

  Carol was really confused now. She was sure that Shakespeare guy was supposed to be really old so what was he doing being married to a famous person? This question was totally not fair on her.

  “Like I thought he was dead or something?”

  “Come on Carol you can do this, you only have this question to go before you’re competing for our five hundred thousand dollar prize.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot of money!”

  The audience chuckled at the difference that a few wrong answers and a lot of missing IQ points had made. “It sure is Carol, but first you’ve got to answer this question.”

  “And then I get the money?”

  “No Carol, you need to answer this question so we can move onto to the final one.”

  She whined out, “But I don’t know the answer!” her rose painted lips curling up into a spoilt pout.

  “But you need to give us an answer Carol or we can’t give you all that money.”

  “Well that sucks! Erm, I guess then I’m gonna say B, Cameron Diaz.”

  “You sure Carol?”

  “Well no, but she’s like the oldest one so and that guy is old so maybe they were married or somet.”

  See Carol knew she was smart, the way that she managed to work that out. Her expectant eyes looked up to the big screen to see if her brainwave had saved the day. A big red cross told her that answer.

  “Unlucky Carol, the answer was of course Anne Hathaway, but I’m sure most of our audience knew that already. And as a treat for them it’s time for our final ask the audience. But seeing as this is our final ask the audience, we already know what’s going to be asked, don’t we folks? It’s now time for the personality round, making sure those insides now match those new and improved outsides. So what will it be folks? Vote A if you’d like Loud and Vulgar. Vote B if you’re interested in Daddy’s Girl. Vote C for Nymphomania and vote D if you’d wanna see Cold as Ice.”

  Round ten was always the personality round, the one that would change the very way that the contestant acted and thought, not just another cosmetic change but a deep mental one. Managing to avoid this vote was seen as a major boost to one’s chances of winning, but Carol had tripped head first into the worst round around. And she has an idea which way it’s going to be heading. A and D are more alternative choices for either that loud mouth bar type or that no emotions cold as ice type, but today's crowd has been going for something a lot more fun and a lot closer to the stereotype image this show put in people’s minds. The final nail in her coffin looked to be approaching. Would she be a bubbly daddy girl type or a sex craving nymph?

  “And the votes are in Carol and I’ve got good news, your new fetish for group play is going to come in very handy as you’re getting an all expenses paid trip to Nymphomania!”

  And the crowd goes wild as did Carol’s body. She tried to plead and to beg but those nanobots didn’t understanding the concept of the word please, they went into overdrive rewriting the script of her brain to turn her into a full fledged sex freak. She felt the burning desire for sex bubbling up inside, body fidgeting uncontrollably on her seat as the hot flushed engulfed her fragile mind. Her thighs clamped shut from the tingling welling up in her tight pussy hugging thong, juices dripping onto the already matted seat below, fingers squeezing at the armrests, long manicured nails digging in.

  “Want to tell the audience how you’re feeling right now Carol?”

  “I think like I’d totes prefer we like move on, like quick and stuff!” her body unable to calm itself down as it writhed around in her slutty pink outfit.

  “Okay Carol we’ll move onto the final question of the night, just after this quick commercial break. Don’t go anywhere folks.”

  “Oh you have to be kidding me!”

  “And we’re back folks with our contestant, Carol from Boston. She’s managed to get three questions right so far but that still means a lot of changes have still applied. Will she have enough brain power left to be able to answer our final question and walk away with that five hundred thousand dollar prize? Without further ado, let us begin.”

  The studio lights darkened as a spotlight projected down and illuminated the red cheeked blonde, sweating heavily down into her pushed out cleavage as she panted from that uncontrollable heat stroke, doing everything she could to fight her strong desires.

  “Carol, for five hundred thousand dollars, what is the capital of the Unites States of America. Is it A, New York. Is it B, Washington D.C. Is it C, Boston or is it D, Los Angeles.”

  Ten questions earlier and this would have been a breeze, it would have been practically insulting to ask her that but with seven doses of IQ sapping changes made to her body and with sex very much on the mind, this was now a huge hurdle to get past. She had to try and push that thought of stripping out of these clothes and getting down onto her knees out of her mind and think, think super hard, what is the capital of the USA? Well she knows she is from Boston and that’s a nice city, so does that mean that’s the capital? She doesn’t remember it being, but she doesn’t remember anything about this. She always wanted to go and live in New York though so maybe that means that’s the capital city. It has a lot of big buildings, big large throbbing pillars… no she couldn’t get distracted now, her life was on the line, she needed that money for new clothes and stuff; like she’d be able to live with her current wardrobe, I mean get real. This prize was the whole reason she came on the show, if she didn’t win people would think she was an idiot, she wouldn’t like that one bit. She had to concentrate, she
had to ignore her leaking breasts, her throbbing pussy and her stupid ditzy mind and pluck out the crucial bit of information she needed. And then she gasped out to the camera.

  “Like OMG, it’s B, it’s B isn’t it!”

  “Are you sure Carol, you’re going to say Washington D.C?”

  “Yeah yeah, like please do it,” she crossed her fingers, and her thighs as she waited for Jim to confirm, the audience silent, letting the atmosphere build.

  “Carol, you just won five hundred thousand dollars!”

  The bubbly blonde jumped up from her seat “OMG I can’t believe it, I did it I won and stuff! This is like the bestest day ever!” the fans going wild with applause for the teary eyed bimbo who made her huge bosom shake with every bounce.