by Sasha Scott
“He is actually, cheering me on hopefully.”
“I wonder what he voted for in the last round. Well I don’t want to stir the pot too much when instead I could be moving on to question number five. Which South American capital city is served by El Alto International Airport? Is it A, Buenos Aires? Is it B, Caracas? Is it C, La Paz or is it D, Lima?”
Kate’s face wasn’t that of a joy filled woman as she heard the category and answers for this particular question.
“No gut feeling again.”
“Not an expert on South America?”
“Never been so no, not really. The only one I’ve heard of is Buenos Aires but then that might be too obvious for that reason. But then it could also be a trick and it actually could be that one. Hmph, how annoying.”
“At the moment you’re still doing well Kate you can still afford a wrong answer here if you guess, it would not be the end of the world.”
“Still doesn’t mean it’s ideal but I really have no clue. I’ll try and call the bluff, let’s go with A.”
“You’re saying Buenos Aires?”
“Yeah, go for it.”
“Unfortunate Kate, the actual answer was C, La Paz, the administrative capital of Bolivia and the. The airport is also one of the highest altitude wise in the world and by the look on your face I can see you don’t really care about any of that but you’re sure to care about Ask the Audience!”
The crowd was being starved today so they cheered along to the name of their favorite segment wildly. While Kate, and her future husband were supporting a win everyone else would much rather see her bomb so they could get all the transformations in possible.
“You’re in luck Kate as we’re going to be giving you a new wardrobe, it’s fashion time! So audience, vote A if you’re into an Exhibitionist Experience. Vote B if you like Saucy Schoolgirls. Vote C for Barbie Girl and Vote D if you’re into a Raunchy Rancher. Now tell me Kate, any preference for yourself?”
“I guess if I had to choose one it’d have to be D.”
Being dressed as a Southern cowgirl did have to be better than being constantly naked or dressing like a slutty teenager; schoolgirl or barbie.
“What do you think your fiance will be voting for?”
“It’ll be D unless he wants to be sleeping on the sofa tonight.”
“If he did vote for it he didn’t manage to sway the voting as the winner is A, Exhibisionist Experience!”
This was the worst choice a modest girl could ask for. Even the other slutty choices allowed you to wear clothing but the only thing that Kate would be able to wear would be pasties, small stickers over her nipples and her pussy. It was a disastrous choice.
Her head throbbed as the changes took over in mind and began to cause her a massive distress. Not because she would now be practically naked at all times but because she wasn’t now. Being in an outfit was not causing her major alarm but the show was generous so the glamorous, barbie girl style assistant came to the aid, guiding Kate off before she had a panic attack.
“I bet you’re all dying to see just what Kate will look like with her new wardrobe. Well there is one way to find out folks. Don’t go anywhere and I’ll see you back here after this commercial break.”
Keeping it on a cliffhanger. Typical television.
“Welcome back to Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? I’m Jim Harris and we’re rejoined by Katie who’s had a small wardrobe change since we last saw her. Hope the studio is warm enough for you.”
Just because Katie’s brain was now hard wired to only wear her new particular style of outfit didn’t mean that she particularly had to like it. She was just completely unable to help herself.
The only piece of clothing she was actually able to wear where heels, Katie still wearing the same blue high heels she’d been wearing to begin with. Apart from that the only thing she had on where bright, yellow, star shaped pasties over her nipples and a hot, pink, heart shaped pastie over her crotch. Not much of her modesty was saved; she was as good as naked.
Too much of her body was exposed for her to be able to hide it behind her arms. Luckily the most important parts were covered but they were all that was covered.
“This is humiliating,” she growled out in frustration.
“Sadly this is the risk you take for the chance to win half a million dollars. You’re going to need a very different style of dress for that white wedding now.”
Katie had bitten off more than she could chew. Even if she won the prize now it could be a disaster. If she didn’t it was confirmed. She was no longer in any mood for the teasing small talk with the host, totally blanking the so called banter.
“Okay, okay, let’s move onto our next question. Question six, what is the name of the tallest structure ever built? Is it A, Burj Khalifa? Is it B, CN Tower? Is it C, Grollo Tower or is it D, Taipei 101?”
It was a bit harder for Katie to concentrate now that she knew she had a room full of lustful men eyeing up her practically nude body. Also as far as Jim’s earlier question was concerned the studio wasn’t very warm either, her goosebumps were popping and her stiff nipples were tenting out the star shaped pasties on her chest.
“Well, it’s B isn’t it?”
“I can’t answer that, unless you’re trying to say that you want to select B as your answer.”
“Of course that’s what I’m saying. Just hurry up with it and get it over and done with.”
“You’re saying B, the CN Tower. Let’s check the board to see if that’s correct.”
Almost like the game was teasing Katie the screen which flashed up the answer was taking a long time to react. There was no real reason for such a suspenseful pause, it was obviously just to make her feel ratty.
Finally, while her scowl was in its full effect, the board flashes up that big red cross that the contestants hated but the fans loved.
“Oh how unfortunate Katie, that was incorrect. In 2010 you would have been correct but the tallest building is now A, the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. Unfortunately for you that means you’re going to have to play another round of Ask the Audience!”
Katie just wanted to get out right now. In what possible way could this get any more humiliating?
“And it looks like we’re onto the name round. Katie was such a lovely name but I’m afraid you’re going to have to give it up. Audience, fingers on keypads and let’s help Katie choose a new name to work with.
Vote for A if you think Katie would be better as a Barbie. Vote B if you think Bubbles is the name to go with. Vote C if you’re partial to a bit of Candy and vote D if you think Kitty is simply adorable.
So Katie, the last time I’m gonna be calling you that actually, any preference?”
There was no reply as she was keeping up her current pose of having a face like thunder. The name round was an interesting one as not only would the show itself handle a name change by law but the nanobots would warp the contestants mind into using the name for themself; there was no escape.
“Well the votes are in folks and it was a close one but let me introduce to you our newest contestant, Bubbles!”
Katie’s head throbbed as the machines got to work and overwrote the part of her mind which thought of herself as Katie, transforming her into Bubbles in a matter of moment.
Her body and the rest of her remained the same, apart from the intellect hit which came with every forfeit, but now she saw herself as Bubbles.
“So Bubbles, do you like your new name?”
“How should I know? I can’t remember my old one I just remember I was called something else but… I don’t know what it was.”
“Aw what a poor girl. Well I wouldn’t want to confuse you too badly, I’d rather just move onto question seven. Would you like that Bubbles?”
“Yes yes, just hurry up and move on with it.”
The less time Bubbles could spend being broadcast all around the nation, and to a further sixty countries around the world, in such a skimpy outfit the better.
“Okay, time for question number seven. Which Apollo mission landed the first humans on the Moon? Was it A, Apollo 7? Was it B, Apollo 9? Was it C, Apollo 11 or was it D, Apollo 13?”
Katie wasn’t actually doing too badly on the scoring front. Three questions out of six wasn’t too bad but it was still taking its toll on her intellect as she tried to rack her brain around the question.
“Hmph, which one was it again.”
“Come on Katie you need this or you’re going to fall behind in right answers.”
“I know, I know. It’s just, it’s getting annoying,” she growled out in frustration at the increased fuzziness in her head. She gave a loud sigh as she tried to relax and shake away the cobwebs, not too easy while she was shivering in her practically naked form. “Okay, I think it’s D.”
“You’re going to say D, Apollo 13?”
“Yes, I think that’s right. I hope it’s right.”
“Okay let’s take it to the board and check that answer. Oh no, that’s incorrect. I’m sorry Bubbles the actually correct answer was C, Apollo 11. To think kids these days don’t even know one of the greatest days in this countries history. Well as punishment it’s that time again. Let’s Ask the Audience!
And this round will be the kinks round. Oh, things could be getting naughty. Okay folks, let’s see just how naughty a girl Bubbles is going to be. Vote A for The More the Merrier. Vote B for Orgasmic Oral. Vote C for some Lesbian Loving and vote D to give her a second touch of Exhibitionist Experience. You must be hoping for that final one, mustn’t you Bubbles?”
“I don’t want any of this,” she growled out. This round was give her a major desire for a certain type of sex of pleasure. With her current outfit choice, D would be a disaster.
“Well you’re getting it as a landslide has decided to give you the D, the second half of Exhibitionist Experience.”
This particular choice gave the contestant a desire to expose themself in public, to be seen showing off their skin and looking naughty. Seeing as those were the only kind of outfits, hardly even outfits in all honesty, that she could wear it meant arousal was impossible to ignore.
Her head throbbed as the changes took over her body and straight away her heart began to pound and her cheeks began to glow a hot shade of red. There was an audience full of people eyeing her up and millions more watching her at home and she was dressed in a few pasties and nothing more. Arousal began to bubble up in her body as her breathing increased.
“You okay Bubbles? You’re looking a little under the weather.”
“No, just fine. Please, continue on before it’s too late.”
“As you wish. Please let us know though if you need any assistance. But with right answers desperately needed, let’s move on to question number eight. Oceans hold what percentage of the Earth's surface water? Is it A, sixty seven percent? Is it B, seventy seven percent? Is it C, eighty seven percent or is it D, ninety seven percent?”
Bubbles wasn’t in much of a state to think. Her heart was throbbing in her chest as heat enveloped her entire body as she felt a warmth and wetness growing between her thighs, only being covered by a thin, heart shaped cover which stuck over her dampening pussy.
She writhed around in her seat, thighs grinding together as her fingers scratched down along the arms of her seat, unable to calm her body down.
“Come on Bubbles we’re gonna need an answer today please,” Jim called out to her as she panted heavily.
“Erm, B. Yeah B, I think it’s B.”
“You’re saying B. Is that your final answer?”
“Yes yes yes!” she hurried out, her body uncontrollably hot.
“Let’s check to see if that’s correct… oh unlucky. The answer was actually D, ninety seven percent. I fear you were getting confused with how much of the Earth is water which is actually seventy one percent. Sadly this means another wrong answer and another round of Ask the Audience!”
The changes were just getting worse and worse for Bubbles. She needed to hope, for her own sanity, that this round was going to be something gentle for her.
“It’s the surprise round and a surprise to see it now. Let’s see what surprising choices it has in store for us today! Vote A for, oh boy, Orgasmic Experience. Vote B for Fountain of Youth. Vote C for Race Remodeling and Vote D for Filthy Flirt. Already I have a good idea where this one is going to go. Bubbles?”
She didn’t really look like she was paying much attention, a hand having found itself fitted down between her clamped thighs, body rocking itself forward and back as she firmly bit down upon her bottom lip.
“Okay, that’s something. The votes are in though and I’d watch that touch if I was you Bubbles as the winner by some distance is Orgasmic Experience!”
She was getting a lot of ‘experience’ today and all of it was doing its best to give her one that she’d never forget. Once the nanobots had done throbbing around in her brain the touch on her own pussy became like an electric shock, making her breath squeal out and her body jerk in place.
“Oh god, I can feel it coming. It’s coming, it’s coming out!” Bubbles began to scream out as she rocked into her own hand, back arching as she forced herself to an orgasm, her last transformation making them a lot easier and with her current arousal already at the limit it was going to be an eventful evening.
“Come on Bubbles, we have a show to get on with. Please try and act appropriate for the remainder of the quiz.”
Her face was burning crimson as her eyes were hazy and her tongue hung over her panting lips, hand sliding back down between her thighs as she rubbed in circles over her wetness with a moan.
“So many people can see me, it’s too good.”
“Okay… moving on to question number nine. Who plays Lara Croft in the Tomb Raider series of films? Is it A, Angelina Jolie? Is it B, Minnie Driver? Is it C, Nell McAndrew or is it D, Jennifer Aniston?”
Bubbles didn’t even look like she was much interested in the quiz anymore. The lust from having so many people watching her in such a revealing outfit, combined with the increased sensitivity leading to more orgasms was chaining her into an endless loop of orgasmic bliss followed by more lust and more bliss. Her juices were even soaking the seat beneath her and dripping down onto the floor below.
“So Bubbles, do you know this one?” Jim tried to ask, being blanked by the moaning exhibitionist.
“Yes, look at me more. Judge me with your eyes,” she moaned out, her hips held up high as she pleasured her own body.
“Bubbles, we’re going to need an answer.”
“So good, amazing.”
“Bubbles…”
“I’m cumming again, cumming again.”
“If you don’t answer I’m afraid you’re going to have to forfeit this round.”
She just kept on jerking her hips around and squealing out to the room as she dripped down onto the floor, “Amazing, amazing!”
“I’m afraid time is up for you Bubbles. It’s rare to see somebody actually fail to answer a question. I hope you don’t think this will save you from a forfeit because… and you’re not even listening to me. What are we going to do with her folks? I guess we’ll just give me some new changes through Ask the Audience!
And it’s the job round. Well there wasn’t much more we could really do to her here, time to give her something fun to go back to. Mr. Bubbles if you’re watching in the audience, hope this doesn’t mess with your income too much.
Okay folks go ahead and vote for A for a Slutty Stripper. Vote B for a Buxom Babysitter. Vote C for Pornstar Paradise and Vote D for Trusty Teaching Tool. Bubbles any… well she’s probably not paying me much attention anyway.”
She was not, she was still deep in her lustful ways, her crotch completely soaked and her nipples tented hard through the thin pasties which covered her modesty, the same modesty she was so openly throwing away.
“While she’s having her fun let’s see how the voting came through. It seems you’ll be seeing a lot more
of this girl as you’ve voted for C, Pornstar Paradise. Seems the split between A and D allowed your porn fantasies to leap through to the lead!”
This change would be a lot more subtle now, in fact it wouldn’t make an appearance until later as this round was exactly what it said on the tin, Bubbles would be forced into a new job. Her days as an event planner were over and that of a porn star we're just beginning. She was already giving an impressive audition.
“Should I even bother with question ten?” a snarky Jim asked to the audience, “I don’t think she’s in much state to answer anymore of our questions. Should I just move on to the next forfeit round?”
The audience began to chant their decision in unison. Yes, yes, yes! They wanted more forfeits, Bubbles was too lost in lust to do anything now.
