by Sasha Scott
“Welcome back everyone, thanks for rejoining us. Today’s contestant is Bianca who has managed to get through to this point with only two right answers. Not the best haul was it?”
“Bite me,” she snapped, still fidgeting around in her seat as her body’s craving still had yet to be satisfied. She wouldn’t usually be craving it as such but with it being a new desire her body just begged to have it satisfied.
“Settle down now because we have one question left and this one is the big one, this one is for half a million dollars. So Bianca are you ready for the grand prize question?”
“Sure thing, ask away.”
“Okay, dim the lights, let’s play the final round of Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?”
The lights dramatically flashed before casting a spotlight down onto Bianca to draw all the eyes just onto her for the most important part of the show.
“Bianca, for five hundred thousand dollars, what is the closest planet to the Sun? Is it A, Mars? Is it B, Mercury? Is it C, Earth or is it D, the Moon?”
The question for most contestants would be very easy. Bianca ten questions ago would have easily been able to answer this but this was a Bianca who had been sapped of a lot of her intelligence and had been put through lots of embarrassing transformations.
She had big puffy lips, a giant ass, tanned skin, an anal fetish, a strip job and was dressed as a total slut, this show had taken its toll on the poor girl.
“Oh I think I know this, I think I know this one.”
“You do Bianca?”
“Yeah I remember being told this in school. The answer is A, Mars, right?”
“So you’re saying A, Mars?”
“I just said that didn’t I Jim?”
“Indeed you did, but is that a right answer? I’m sorry to inform you that that answer is incorrect.”
The audience sighed out their condolences as she went ahead and blew her chances at walking away with all that money.
“The correct answer is actually Mercury, Mars is-”
“I lost? What do you mean I lost?”
“Exactly that, you got the wrong answer, you’re a loser.”
“Hey don’t call me a loser.”
“Sorry Bianca but that’s what happens when you get such easy questions wrong, you become a loser but don’t worry we have a consolation prize for you. We know that you’ve been thinking about cock for quite some time so now that the show is over we’re going to give one lucky contestant the chance to take you from behind and get rid of that horny need which has left you squirming all this time. How does that sound?”
“I still wanted the money,” she complained as she stood up from her seat and marched on over to the audience, “Right which of you men is supposed to be the one fucking me?”
“Oh dear it looks like she’s already off. Well as you saw Bianca didn’t manage to win our grand prize, but could you be any different? Check out our website to apply for the show for your chance at half a million dollars. You’ve all been terrific and I’ve been Jim Harris; this has been Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?, see you all next week for more.”
“Right men get your dicks out, I wanna see who is the biggest to satisfy me with.”
Sadly for Bianca she didn’t manage to win the cash prize but she did manage to find a big studly guy to fuck her after the show had gone off air. In fact he was so dominant, so masculine and so hung that the two of them had decided to move in together, or more she’d went and moved in with him.
Even though she didn’t manage to walk away with the money she still had a big income coming in thanks to her new stripping job. With her tanned skin, puffy lips and most of all that giant booty she was very popular and made great tips, even if her feisty attitude did occasionally throw her into hot water. A few complementary doses of compensation in the backside were enough to calm any issues down though.
Overall Bianca was enjoying her new life. She was obsessed with her new boyfriend, he was so dominant and managed to keep her spicy attitude in its place; she felt so assured to have a guy who could control her as well, not to mention that the sex was fantastic and he loved giving it in her backside just as much as she liked taking it.
Once again the contestant on the show didn’t win the cash prize but they still walked away dumb, sexy and happy and what could be better than that?
Probably half a million dollars but this wasn’t bad as far as consolation prizes went.
Who Wants To Be A Porno Star?
The hand of the clock reaches nine and millions around the country take their seats because it’s time for BNC’s number one rated show, Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?
The studio lights sprung to life in time with the opening theme which echoed through the studio, causing a loud cheer from the audience, especially when the suit wearing elderly host came waving his way onto center stage.
“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? Let’s find out and see as we meet this week’s contestant, Kate.”
Applause and even a wolf whistle or two rang out from the cheering audience as Kate took to the stage, giving a small wave to all the fans in attendance.
Kate was a young, slender, pretty woman with blonde hair, tied up tightly as the back with a flower in place to add some decoration. She was dressed in a flowery blue summer dress which hovered above her knees and finished her outfit off with a pair of blue heels.
The stage for the show was the same as always. It was tacky and looked like it’d been built on a budget, everything painted in the same hot pink colour or glossy white with Kate taking a seat in a chair that looked like it’d been bought from a hair salon for a low price.
“Doesn’t she look stunning folks?” Jim called out to the audience, triggering some more wolf whistles. “Well while you’re here Kate why not tell us a little about yourself?”
“Well, I’m Kate, I’m twenty six years old and I’m an event planner from Manhattan.”
“An event planner? Does that mean that you’ve got this show all planned out in your head already?”
“I’ve given that a go but I usually plan weddings and parties, not game shows.”
“An event planner mustn't be a bad paying job. Is there any reason you’re on here today?”
“Well I’m currently planning for a wedding myself and even like my connections it’s going to cost a fortune. I’d like a big white wedding and I think half a million should just about cover it.”
“Well we’ll try to send you back to your husband to be in one lovely piece so without further ado let’s move onto our first question of the show.”
Who Wants To Be A Bimbo was a unique take on the quiz show genre. Rather than contestants answering to build up their cash prize they did so to preserve their IQ. The final question in the show would be for half a million dollars and would be incredibly simple but every wrong answer before that costs the contestant some of their precious intellect and also a piece of their current identity thanks to the transformation forfeit rounds.
The more correct answers across the show the better your chance at winning the grand prize. Wrong answers meant an IQ loss, a body or mind modification and an increased risk of going home empty handed.
“Okay Kate here is the first question. How many countries signed the Antarctic Treaty on the 1st of December 1959? Was it A, eight? Was it B, ten? Was it C, twelve or was it D, fourteen?”
Whereas lots of shows started with easy questions and got harder this show bucked the trend and started with the hard questions and on that note Kate was already stumped, not having any clue whe
re to go with this question.
“Wow, I didn’t even know that was a thing.”
“Sorry Kate but I can’t offer you to switch questions but as always we have four answers to choose from which means even if you don’t know there is a one in four chance of getting the correct answer.”
He was right, many a contestant had survived thanks to the skin of their teeth by guessing the correct answer. However that would only be able to get them so far if they found themselves totally clueless.
“Okay then. Erm, I guess twelve sounds about right. A dozen would be fine, yeah I’m gonna go with C.”
“You’re saying C, twelve. You happy with that answer?”
“Happy as I’ll ever be.”
“Well let’s take it to the board and see if you were correct.”
The huge black screen which was supported on the stage had two main functions. One was to show the audience what they’d be voting on in the forfeit rounds. The other was to show if the contestant had answered correctly with either a big green tick or a big red cross.
This time it was a big green tick which appeared on the stage, to the surprise of Kate and those not in the know.
“Absolutely correct! The answer was twelve. See Kate sometimes you just need to put some faith into your gut feeling.”
“I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”
“And that correct answer also means we can move straight into question two without having to do anything to modify that lovely body of yours. Let’s make it a roll Kate, question two. Which nautical term is used to describe the width of a vessel at its widest point? Is it A, beam? Is it B, draught? Is it C, stem or is it D, thwart?”
Kate rubbed her chin and hummed out softly.
“You know, for some reason I’m thinking the answer might be A.”
“Good on nautical terms?”
“I wouldn’t say so but my gut is telling me it’s beam and it was right last time so I’ll follow it again. Let’s go with A.”
“You’re saying A. Let’s take that answer to the board and see if that’s correct.”
The studio waited, holding their breaths to see what colour the icon on the screen would be. It was green. Kate had done it, she’d managed to get the first two questions right and make a blistering start to the show.
“Wow folks, what a start. Kate has managed to get two out of two questions correctly. Could we be seeing a clean sweep on our hands? Eight more questions will let us know that. How you feeling Kate? You excited yet?”
“Come on Jim it’s still early days, I don’t want to get too comfortable just yet.”
“That’s a smart move on your part. Don’t worry I’ll get excited enough for the both of us as we get started with question number three. The sackbut, which dates from the Renaissance, was an early version of which modern musical instrument? Is it A, bagpipes? Is it B, drums? Is it C, trombone or is it D, violin?
I’m going to go out on a limb here Kate and say by the look on your face you aren’t really much of a renaissance buff.”
“Not much of a musician either. Hmph, this is a really tricky question.”
“Does your gut not have another answer lined up for you to follow.”
“It does but it’s not like the last question when it was practically bellowing. Now it’s more like a quiet little rumble. I’m not too sure about this one.”
“Come on Kate, has your gut let you down yet?”
“True, true. I guess I’ll go with it then, B for drums please.”
“You’re saying B, let’s see if that’s correct.”
All eyes moved to the big screen to see if a big green tick was coming. It was not as for the first time in the show a big red cross projected itself outwards.
“So unlucky Kate, the correct answer was actually the Trombone. However you’re still ahead of the game which means you could afford to get that one wrong. Plus the audience must have been bored and waiting to use those pads so that they could vote away when I Ask the Audience!”
The audience chanted away with the name of their favorite segment on the show. Ask the Audience was basically the forfeit round in the show. A computer chosen subject would be cast onto the screen showing the audience from what topic they’d be voting on for that particular round, followed by their four choices. Whatever came out on top would be inflicted onto the contestant, Kate today, thanks to all those nanobots pumped into her body before coming on air.
“Alright folks let’s see what the first vote of the day will be. We’re not wasting anytime in making this show exciting as we’re moving straight into the body morph round.
Fingers on buzzers folks, here are the choices. Vote A if you think Kate would look better with some Top Popping Pillows. Vote B if you’re all about the Biggest Rear in the West. Vote C if you want a Sweet Schoolgirl Surprise and appropriately choose D if you’d like to Dial D for Dickgirl.”
Whichever choice won the vote would be displayed onto Kate’s body and this was no small chance that would vanish after the show. This change was for good which meant she would either develop a huge chest, a huge ass, a young, flat chested body or grow something unusual downstairs.
“Got any personal preference Kate?”
“Did they all have to be such obvious choices? I guess I’m closest to C anyway so…”
“Stop right there Kate as the voting has just closed and there is a winner, and it’s not C. It’s A, Top Popping Pillows!”
The ultimate outfit wrecker had been selected. Kate was comfortably in B cup bras before the transformation but after the few moments she was roaming her hands back to clip it off, her tits were bloating up big time.
Her chest tingled as the transformation took place, her bosom quickly expanding outwards into two huge breasts; her current bra wouldn’t be able to contain these. Even if she got a DD cup she’d be wearing something far too small, she was going to need custom sizes made.
Those boobs didn’t stop growing until they’d grown into two huge, soft, breasts which swelled out in the front of her dress and pulled the fabric up towards them, turning it into a mini skirt which threatened to reveal her panties to the crowd. Or her nipples if she tried to fight the rise.
“Usually a girl like you needs to get implants to end up with a chest that big. Maybe you could think of this as your lucky day?”
“There is nothing lucky about this,” Kate snarled out, wrapping her arms over her chest to hide her nipples now poking into her fabric, “Can we just hurry up and get onto the next question?”
“Hoping to get yourself a new bra during the ad break?”
She didn’t answer, she just kept scowling at Jim as he continued his showbiz snicker.
“Well we’ll try and set it so the fashion round shows up when you next get a question wrong.”
“I think I’d rather just get them right to be honest.”
“Honesty is the best policy. You know what else is a good policy? Moving right on with the show and starting up with question number four. Who was executed in 1936 for the kidnap and murder of Charles Augustus Lindbergh Jr? Was it A, Bruno Dorfmann? Was it B, Bruno Fleischmann? Was it C, Bruno Hauptmann or was it D, Bruno Neumann?”
“Keeping it light hearted aren’t we?”
“It wouldn’t be a quiz if we didn’t try and cover all areas. Not just trying to stall because you don’t know the answer are we?”
“Oh no, I’m pretty sure I remember this one. If my gut is right then it’d be C, I think.”
“You still looking to trust your gut after what happened last round?”
“This rumbling is pretty strong, I think I can let if off the hook for what happened with the last question.
“Well then you’re saying C. Let’s check the board to see if that is correct.”
A big green tick flashed up onto the screen and made it a three out of four for Kate, which was good form in anybodies book.
“Yes, correct, well remembered. It was called the Crime of the Century, but of
course that was for last century. Even the youngsters still remember the Lindbergh case, how refreshing. And extra refreshing for you Kate as it means you get to avoid a forfeit for this round and can keep that brain in tact.”
“Half a million dollars for just the inconvenience of these new breasts wouldn’t be the worst thing.”
“I’m sure your future husband would agree with that as well. Is he in the audience today?”
