by Sasha Scott
“‘Merica!”
“Are you trying to say D, America?”
“Damn right, USA! USA!”
“Well that’s rather patriotic of you Emma, but is it a right answer, let’s take it to the board and see?”
All eyes were peeled on the board, just as part of the show. Only one person in the room thought that that might actually be the correct answer, and it was the person actually playing the game. A big red cross condemned her to an incorrect answer, not that she was going to be doing anything with the money herself. With the show’s past reputation for screwing winners out of their money, she probably wouldn’t even be getting any in the first place.
“Oooo unlucky Emma, the question wasn’t America silly, it was actually option A, Europe.”
“Dern tootin’”
“I’m sorry Emma but you do not win today’s grand prize, but I’m hope that you had a lot of fun here today.”
“I had a right good time sugar, ya’ll treated me so good.”
“Well Emma, you may have lost but we can at least offer you a consolation prize. How about you stay here and we let the studio audience come down and drink from those fat milky udders of yours?”
“Ya’ll leavin’ me smilin’ like a goat in a briar patch. Reckon this is the best cotton pickin’ show ever.”
“You heard it straight from the cow’s mouth, another happy customer but sadly not another winner this time. But join us next time and see what we have in store for our next contestant and if they’ll be able to go all the way. And if you want to see extra scenes like Emma’s upcoming milking session then make sure you look out for our special edition DVD coming out later this year. I’ve been Jim Harris and you’ve been watching Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? Good night everyone.”
Emma loved the show even more after it had gone off air and she was drowned in pleasure as the audience set on her and began feeding themselves on those giant milky breasts, making her squeal in bliss as they drunk down her cream.
It wasn’t too much of a shock that one thing lead to another and the next thing it wasn’t just her bosom getting attention, those horny men took her body in every hole, easing their throbbing elections with the help of her hot, inviting holes, training her body to be the pleasure providing cowgirl her chubby new body allowed her to be.
She may have not gotten the money she needed and she may have lost her business but she at least found a way to pay off that debt. The farm she worked agreed that they’d pay off all the money she owed and the only thing they asked in return was that she stayed them as their personal human cow.
The daily milking sessions of her breasts even helped to engross them to even larger sizes, her milk production multiplying, making those boobs inflate with the excess milk and helping those nipples to grow thicker, fatter. It wasn’t long before she became the farm’s highest seller, her milk going for huge prices. They needed more of it.
Getting their prized cow pregnant was the next natural step. Not only could they hope to get a new batch of milk producing human cows in the future, they also saw a considerable rise in her milk production, the only answer to that growing demand.
And through all of it Emma was in bliss, living as a cow girl pet was perfect for her, spending her days having her milk drained out and milking out the farmers in turn, taking their hot meat and their warm seed. She may not have walked away with any money, but once again Who Wants To Make A Bimbo had produced one happy customer. Or should that be customoo?
Who Wants To Be A Neko?
Ladies and gentlemen, live from Studio 69, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for. BNC proudly presents, Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?
The arena lights flash while the audience applauds wildly, being streamed to just about every home across the country, it’s time for the nation’s favorite gameshow to kick off once again. Finally the lights settle on a single spotlight, illuminating the host we all know and love.
“Hello everyone, I’m Jim Harris and welcome to another episode of BNC’s number one rated show, Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? Tonight our lucky contest will try and win five hundred thousand dollars, and all they have to do is answer one question correctly, a question so easy even a child could answer it. However, there is a catch. Before that they have to answer navigate their way through ten tricky questions, and in each one they put their body and mind on the line. Can they get to the end with their mind in tact and win our grand prize? Today’s contestant must certainly think so as we introduce, Maria.”
Applause rains down as out onto the stage walks the glamorous Maria. She looks to be in her late twenties, her crop cut brown hair helping her to look even younger. Her outfit was a long deep blue dress which trailed down around her feet, encrusted with glitter which glistened under the studio lights.
Her sophisticated appearance didn’t really match up too strongly to the studio she was in. Bright pink and white blocks, a set taken straight from the 1980’s with just a new coat of overbearing paint, she looked overdressed, or maybe the studio was just inadequate to start with.
She took her seat down in what appeared to be a hairdressers chair taken straight from the shop without modification. Sometimes it was hard to believe this show offered half a million dollars in prizes.
“It’s great to see you Maria, and may I just add how lovely you look today.”
“Why thank you Jim, when I win I make sure I do it in style.”
“Ooo, she sure is confident isn’t she folks? But I hear you have a good reason to be, can you tell us what you do for a living Maria?”
“I’m actually a scientist Jim.”
Even the audience let out a long ooo at that one, they knew how to do their part too.
“A fancy job like that sounds like it’d pay rather well, so you hoping for the prize money for anything special?”
“Indeed I am, I’m looking to win that money to help fund a big research product which I’m hoping will help validate my position in the industry.”
“You’re taking a big risk though Maria, get this wrong and I don’t think you’ll have much of a future playing with test tubes.”
“Not at all, a genius like me is going to win. Just like most of your other contestants, it’s a no brainer.”
Another ooo at the burn being delivered by the confident Maria. She wasn’t a quiz player in particular but she knew she was incredibly intelligent and had a vast knowledge. She’d seen this show a few times in the past and knew the questions they were flunking so was her confidence fake? Not at all, she believed a clean sweep was in the bag.
She wouldn’t be the first person to do a clean sweep. In the shows time on air it had previously been sweeped two times by contestants; exciting in their own way then.
“Well I’m sure a smart woman like you doesn’t need the rules explaining. Ten questions to save your mind and then one more afterwards for the grand prize. Are you ready to begin.”
“Ready.”
“Okay, then it’s time to start playing Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?”
The lights fluttered again as the audience cheered for the start of the show.
In total Maria was going to be asked eleven multiple choice questions. The first ten had no money on the line but did have her intelligence. For every question she got wrong her IQ would be sapped away and she’d suffer through a transformation voted on by the audience. Once all ten questions were finished the show would then move onto the final question with half a million on the line. The question would be incredibly easy so those who kept their intellect along the way would win while those who couldn’t keep up the pace would be going home empty. Apart from the raft of changes made to their body of course.
A lot of cash was on offer but there was also a lot to lose as well, it wasn’t a surprise it was the country's favorite gameshow, and it was just about to begin.
“Maria, here comes the first question. In Greek mythology, who rescued Andromeda after she'd been chained to a rock by a sea monster? Was it A, Achill
es. Was it B, Agamemnon. Was it C, Odysseus or was it D, Perseus.”
“Easy, D, Peresus.”
“You sure sound confident, are you sure?”
“Sure, Greek mythology isn’t going to stump me I’m afraid.”
“Well let’s check the board to see if you’re right.”
On Who Wants To Be A Bimbo, lots of points on the board were projected onto a large screen. It’s main job was to show the current choice for forfeit voting, along with the results of the questions. It’d either show a big red cross for an incorrect answer and a green tick for the correct one.
Maria already knew what she was going to see though as a big green tick flashed across the screen, the audience applauding her intellect, even if deep down they were probably annoyed a round of ask the audience had escaped them.
“Well you were absolutely correct. On his way home from slaying Medusa, Perseus rescued Andromeda from the sea monster Cetus. That correct answer means you avoid our first transformation vote, a very good start.”
“As expected from someone like me. I hope I’ve shown I’m not all bark and no bite.”
“Isn’t she feisty folks? I bet you’re just itching to move on to question two, aren’t you Maria?”
“Sure, let’s continue, I’m feeling good.”
“Okay, here comes question two. In which century was the Taj Mahal built? Was it A, the 16th century? Was it B, the 17th century? Was it C, the 18th century or was it D, the 19th century?”
Maria curled up a finger and pressed it onto her chin, humming as she was deep in thought.
“Hmm, I know I know this one.”
“You ever visited the Taj Mahal Maria?”
“Indeed I have, India is such a fascinating country and if I do remember correct the Taj Mahal was built in the 17th century.”
“Well let’s take it to the board and see if you’re correct.”
She didn’t have the same extreme confidence as before, but she was still confident enough that it made seeing a green tick anything but a surprise.
“Absolutely correct, construction began in 1631 and was completed in 1653. A bit like me in the makeup room then.”
Humouring laughter, the kindest kind there is.
“You’re on a real roll Maria, two on the trot with all of that scientist brain still in tact.”
“Well I didn’t just come here to win I came here for a clean sweep, so bring on question three.”
“Now she’s telling me what to do, how confident can you get? Let’s see if the confidence remains after magic number question three. Which Swiss city is home to the soccer team Club-Grasshopper? Is it A, Basel? Is it B, Bern? Is it C, Geneva or is it D, Zurich?”
Maria scowled as she retook her thinking position, rubbing a small circle on the tip of her chin.
“You don’t look happy about this one? Been to Switzerland before Maria?”
“I have, but I can’t say I was paying too much attention to any soccer while I was there.”
“So not a soccer person are we?”
“Not a sports person in general.”
She held her head down as she thought, humming to herself as she tried to remember. Even the smartest of people had blind spots in their intellect and this quiz had just took advantage of one of hers.
“Sadly we won’t be able to let you think forever, if you take too long you’re just going to have to bite the bullet and guess.”
“I was worried something like this would happen, but I guess I don’t have a choice. I’ll say A, Basel.”
“You’re saying Basel, let’s see if that’s a correct answer.”
Maria stared nervously as the screen, she was seriously hoping for a clean sweep but that was not put in danger by the most evil of all categories, sporting knowledge.
The flash of a big red cross was what Maria was dreading the most, a question wrong and a transformation incoming, along with a drop in her intellect.
“Unlucky Maria, that was incorrect. The correct answer was actually D, Zurich. Grasshoppers are actually a record twenty seven time champion back in Switzerland. Congratulations to them but condolences to you Maria. I’m sure you know what this means don’t you?”
“Time for ask the audience?”
“Oh I’m supposed to say that. It means it’s time to ask the audience!”
The crowd cheered along as it was their favorite part of the show. Time for them to be able to vote on one of four transformations that would be randomly selected from a category by the studio computer.
The board scrolled through all the different options before it began to slowly stop like a single slot on a machine.
“Well it looks like things aren’t too bad for you. First up for voting it’s the hair round. Now let’s through the options. Put your figures on the button and either place your vote for A, Salty Sea Blues. Vote B for Buried in Black. Vote C for Shades of Platinum and Vote D for Pretty in Pink.”
The hair round was always a common early round to get up and made a small but very distinctive change to the contestant in the form of a new haircut and colour, would that couldn’t be changed no matter how hard they tried.
“Got a preference what you’d prefer for this round Maria?”
“I don’t really know the specifics of each of these, but I guess new hair isn’t too bad.”
“Not a big watcher? Well I hope we don’t catch you by surprise because the votes are in. It seems the audience likes things to match as the winner for this round is Salty Sea Blues.”
Her crop length hair began to change in colour as soon as the winner was announced, the brown colour being overwritten and replaced with a light, bright, deep colour of blue, even brighter than the very bluest of the seas.
It was hard for Maria to actually get a good look of her hair because of how short it was, and she didn’t exactly have her bag on her. She had to try and check her reflexion in the shiny arm chairs, being able to see a deep flash of blue.
“I guess having blue hair isn’t the end of the world.”
“For your sake let’s hope that’s the only change that you’re going to receive this evening. Not that I can say the same for our audience. A new haircut wasn’t too distressing I hope, are you ready for the next question?”
“I guess so, let’s get this over with.”
“You haven’t lost all that confidence just because of a small haircut have you?”
“Of course not, it’s just a small blip on my way to cash glory.”
“Well let’s hope you can handle question four. Which small creature is also known as a pollywog? Is it A, Caterpillar? Is it B, Dormouse? Is it C, Tadpole or is it D, Vole?”
Maria let out a small sigh of relief.
“I think I know this one, I guess I’m not going to find myself in trouble after all. Pretty sure that’s C, a tadpole.”
“Are you certain with C?”
“Certain enough for my liking. Let’s go with it.”
“Congratulations Maria, another correct answer. Three out of four is a great, you’re really on track to win our grand prize.”
“Well naturally, I did tell you so didn’t I? Shall we just get continued onto the next question?”
“And she still wants to just race onto the next question, I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything like this before. So let’s move onto question five. In which film does Paul Newman play the character John Russell? Is it A, Hombre? Is it B, Hud? Is it C, Sweet Bird of Youth or is it D, Winning?”
Another issue presented itself, the general knowledge was fine for her but when it started being about sports and films she was finding herself with an issue.
“Film buff Maria?”
“Can’t say that I am, can’t say I know who John Russell is, or any of those films either.”
“Oh dear, does this mean you’re going to have to guess for this one?”
“I think so, and we say how that turned out last time.”
Her hand pushed up into the side of her blue c
rop, brushing it with her fingertips.
“I guess then I’m going to say, maybe C again?”
“Are you sure about that answer?”
“Sure? Not at all, but I’ve got no chance of knowing this one. I’m just going to have to hope it’s C.”
She drew her eyes to the big screen, hoping there was going to be a big green tick in her immediate future. A big red cross was instead the response.
