Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  “Twenty six. Is that your final answer?”

  “It is, it is.”

  “Well, Kelly, I can now reveal that you have just… got that absolutely correct!”

  The studio lights flashed back up as Kelly nailed the question right on the head, causing the tanned, bimbo boy to smugly chuckle to himself, the audience wildly cheering.

  “However,” Jim added, “I’ve been informed by the men upstairs that our prizes are only actually available to female contestants which means as a guy you are not eligible to win our cash prize. So unlucky. You probably should have read that contract before you signed it.”

  If his face hadn’t been permanently made a crisp, golden shade then all the colour probably would have drained out of his face .

  “Wait, what do you mean?”

  “Exactly what I said, as a guy you aren’t eligible to win our prize money but still thanks for playing, I hope you had a lot of fun.”

  “Zis cannot be!” Kelly screamed out, “I did all zat work, you cannot do zis to me!”

  “See we thought you may have reacted this way so Elijah, please do your thing.”

  The large, muscular, black male who was standing in position next to Kelly reached to his bottoms and peeled them down, revealing his thick, hard, ebony member. Instantly the bimbo boy’s eyes were hooked and his mouth hung open.

  “Well I...erm…” he was lost for words at the majestic sight before his eyes. He was just his type.

  “Lost for words are we? That’s new. Well I’m sure Elijah here won’t have any problem with consoling you a little. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  He nodded his head, a trickle of drool running down over his lips, “Huhuh.”

  “Well then we’ll leave these two lovebirds to get acquainted. Today I think we proved not to believe every rumour you hear and I think we gave a great show in the process. I’ve been Jim Harris, this has been Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? We’ll see you again next week!”

  Jim waved to the camera as the audience applauded, Kelly twisting around and wiggling his large ass for Elijah.

  “So, how are we going to do this?”

  “We’re done today Kelly, great job.”

  “I know, I was zere.”

  Kelly wiggled his fingers as a wave as he placed his sunglasses back on, grasped his bag and strutted his curvy, feminine body, dressed in a silvery, gem encrusted swimsuit.

  Since being spotted on the show, Kelly was quickly scouted as a swimwear model and became a miniature celebrity due to his beautiful looks despite being a guy. Even though he wasn’t given the prize money he hadn’t done too bad from the show. He was now a stunning girly boy who could get work flaunting his body wherever he wanted.

  The added charm of his strong French accent and his sophisticated manner, despite the fact he was really a ditzy slut, only helped to add to his appeal with some.

  It was very fortunate for him that was he was now doing well for himself because since that show he’d became a boy of expensive tastes. All his swimsuits were now designer models, only the type which celebrities wore or those encrusted with gems. Only the very best for Kelly.

  He made his way back to his luxury car were Elijah was waiting for him. Since the show he’d been been employing Elijah as his personal assistant which meant a lot of work. Driving him places. Looking after his finances and mainly railing his ass with that huge, black, cock.

  “Elijah. Have you prepared yourself?”

  Taking part in a photoshoot always got him feeling very horny so as soon as he came out he always wanted the same thing. To be bent over the bonnet of his car and fucked with that huge, black dick.

  “Yes sir,” Elijah said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick manhood, “I’ve also set up to the orgy you requested for later.”

  “Hmm excellent,” he purred out, bending over the car's bonnet, wiggling his way out of the bikini bottoms to reveal his thick, tanned behind, “Zen you may now get started.”

  Once again, despite what the result might have been, another very happy contestant.

  On a side note that show only increased the amount of male applicants for the show. Seems there are a lot of boys who wouldn’t mind being a bimbo after all.

  Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? - Halloween Special

  It’s that time of the year when the ghosts and the ghouls come to play and every show on the air gets in the occasion, and Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? was no exception. It’s time for the Halloween special.

  The studio has been given a special Halloween touch-up which meant decorations everywhere. It didn’t exactly look like a horror film with the white, glossy, stage and the pink, tacky, set pieces still present but some novelty ghost cut outs, pumpkins and hanging toy bats at least got everything into the holiday mood.

  Speaking of holiday moods it was Jim Harris, the host of the show, who strutted himself out onto the stage to the sound of the opening music and the clap and applause of the audience. He’d ditched his usual conventional suits and had taken on a more vampiric approach. Being close to his sixties really helped bring some authenticity.

  “Hello everyone, I’m Jim Harris and welcome to a very special episode of BNC’s number one rated show, Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? It’s the Who Wants To Be A Bimbo Halloween Special!”

  The audience let out a showy whoop as he made the big announcement they all already knew in the first place.

  “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 as we welcome our spooky guest for the show, Maggie.”

  That crowd put their hands together as Maggie made her way to the stage. She was an attractive woman who looked to be in her late twenties with long, dark hair flowing over her shoulders. Her outfit was a standard red dress, with matching heels, but she still found room to go along with the festivities by wearing a pair of novelty devil horns.

  Maggie settled herself down into the black, leather, seat in the middle of the stage, getting herself comfortable as Jim leaned over his glossed desk.

  “Hello Maggie it’s good to see you. Will you tell the viewers a little about yourself?”

  “I’m Maggie, I’m twenty eight years old and I’m a veterinary from Seattle, Washington.”

  “What a devilish veterinary we have here. Helped out any three headed hounds lately?”

  “Nothing like that,” she chuckled, “But I have helped a lot of other pets in the Seattle area.”

  “And if you won our cash prize today would you be planning to treat yourself?”

  “With that much money I think I could find room for a few of treats. A holiday would definitely be on the cards.”

  “Seems Maggie is ready and eager to go folks. Shall we move onto the questions? It’s time to play Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?!”

  Who Wants To Be A Bimbo was a unique take on the game show. Most game shows involved answering questions either to survive to the later stages or to build up a cash accumulator. This show was a little bit different but definitely leant towards the former. Instead of answering correctly to stay in the game the contestants answered correctly to save their intelligence and dignity.

  Every incorrect answer the contestant gave would force them to take part in a forfeit in which they would lose a slice of their intelligence and have to go through a transformation, as voted for by the audience.

  At the end of the ten questions there would be a grand prize question for five hundred thousand dollars. Any contestant would have a chance but naturally those who had been answering correctly and still had most of their IQ in check would have the best opportunity of winning the prize; especially as the last question was so simple even a child could answer
it.

  “Okay Maggie, question one. What type of creature is a three-bearded rockling? Is it A, a bird? Is it B, a fish? Is it C, a mollusc or is it D a reptile?”

  “Well I think it might be a type of fish.”

  “This an area of specialty for you Maggie?”

  “Well I am an animal lover so this question is right up my alley.”

  “She’s saying B, let’s see if that is a correct answer.”

  All focus was taken to the big screen on the main stage. The big screen had two purposes in the show. One was to show the subject of the forfeit rounds and the other was to show whether or not the contestant had answered a question correctly; a big green tick being correct and a big red cross being wrong.

  For the first question of the show a large green tick flashed up onto the screen, drawing an applause from the audience as the first difficult question was easily and effortlessly slain.

  “That was absolutely correct. Well I suppose that’s what we get for serving up an animal question to a vet. I can promise you though our next question will be completely animal free. Think you have what it takes to get that one correct as well?”

  “I guess we’ll find out shortly.”

  “I guess we will. Question number two. The Bofors anti-aircraft gun was developed in which country? Was it A, Czechoslovakia? Was it B, Germany? Was it C, Russia or was it D, Sweden?”

  Just as he promised not another question on animals, that would just make things too easy and the producers wanted their contestant to struggle, especially on the Halloween special to show off all those fresh, fancy, transformations they had just for the occasion.

  “You know I wish you’d just kept it on animals,” Maggie joked as she clearly didn’t share the sentiments of the producers.

  “Animals your specialty. Anti-aircraft guns I’m guessing not so much.”

  “Not so much no. See you watch this show at home and you seem to know every answer and then as soon as you get here you end up with questions like this and… well I’ve never even heard of a Bofor before.”

  “Trust me,” Jim chuckled, “You’re not the first contestant to say that.”

  “Yeah I guess I’m not but when you’re back at home you just think they’re exaggerating… I’m going to have to guess, aren’t I?”

  “Well unless you think you know the right answer or would rather just forfeit the question.”

  “No chance. If I’m going down I’m at least going to go down fighting. I suppose I’ll go ahead and say that sounds like Russia?”

  “Okay she’s saying C, Russia. Let’s take it to the board and see if that is a correct or an incorrect answer.”

  Unlike the first question where the board flashed up a large green tick which was greeted joyfully by Maggie a big red cross appeared on the board to condemn her to a wrong answer.

  “Unlucky Maggie, that is an incorrect answer. The correct answer was actually D, Sweden. Who would have thought it, right folks? However we all know what an incorrect answer means on this show, don’t we? It’s time for Ask the Audience!”

  The audience cheered along to their favorite part of the show, the forfeit round. A category would be flashed up onto the board and the audience would be given four choices to vote from. Whichever choice received the most votes would be inflicted to the contestant who before the show had been pumped with body changing nanobots which meant any chance, physical or mental, was possible.

  “As this is a special Halloween edition of the show we’re going to have some very special Halloween choices for you, the audience, to choose from. However our categories themselves are still the same as ever which means a tasty new haircut is about to be coming your way.

  So audience, vote A if you’d like some Long Vampire Locks. Vote B if you’re a fan of the Bride of Frankenstein. Vote C if you like it Menacing Medusa or Vote D if you’d like to give Maggie a Horned Surprise.”

  Usually the contestants at least went into the show knowing what the changes would be, having seen them taking place on and off every week. But this was the very first Halloween special which meant that the choices had never been seen before.

  For that reason the audience had actually been given extra information about the potential choices that would be coming up, but Maggie was completely blind to it all.

  “So Maggie,” the host of the show asked, “Got a particular choice you’d prefer.”

  “I don’t even know what these choices have in store for me Jim.”

  “Of course there are all new special choices after all. Don’t worry we’ll move swiftly to the result which is just coming in now. It’s been a tight one but Horned Surprise has just managed to squeeze to victory. I’d take those toys off your head if I was you, they’ll just be getting in the way.”

  What he said made a lot of sense, with it being a hair transformation but she couldn’t help but wonder about the actual name of the change. When her hair began to curl together on the top of her head and began to build up into two horn shapes she began to get the picture.

  A gasp fluttered from her lips as her hair wrapped up like a cotton candy machine and curved into demon shaped horns similar to the novelty ones she had been wearing. They hardened up and changed to a shade of red as they formed into two actual horns; after all horns are made from the same material as hair is.

  “What is this?” Maggie asked as her hands reached up to squeeze at the horns. They were firm but she could still feel the force of her hands. They were really attached to her.

  “Well it was a horned surprise and there is the surprise, a pair of horns. Not really a surprise when you think about it. You won’t be needing those fake horns any longer.”

  When they say some special themed changes they weren’t kidding. She looked like a true devil. That may have been pushing it a little bit but the change was definitely there.

  “You’re kidding me? All the changes aren’t going to be like this are they?”

  “If you get anymore questions incorrect I’m sure you’ll find out. Moving on to question number three!”

  “I don’t know what’s worse. This or being a bimbo,” Maggie’s sighing voice flowed in softly from out of shot.

  “What type of weather phenomenon is a Fata Morgana? Is it A, a blizzard? Is it B, a cyclone? Is it C, a mirage or is it D, a sandstorm?”

  Maggie wasn’t even getting time to get used to her new adornments before she was being forced straight into the next confusion and once again it was a tricky one for poor Maggie.

  “Fata Morgana? Hmm, never heard of it. Ah and I did so much research for this show as well but you never know what is going to come up… I’m going to have to make another guess won’t I?”

  “Well that’s how it’s looking at the moment.”

  “That was a rhetorical question. Just gimme a moment to think about it.” Maggie sighed as she rubbed her fingers across her temple, trying to concentrate. “I really have no idea. It sounds like it could be some sort of cyclone?”

  “So do you want me to accept cyclone as your final answer.”

  “I suppose I’ll have to.”

  “She’s saying B, cyclone. Let’s see if that was the correct answer.”

  There was another wait for the result to flash up on the large board, Maggie hoping for a big green tick while the audience awaited a red cross. The audience were the lucky ones as the cross sprung onto the screen.

  “Unlucky Maggie that is incorrect. The answer was actually C, mirage. The phenom is actually named after Morgan Le Fay, the half-sister of King Arthur, rather interestingly. But I’m sure you’re more interested at our next round, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Well let’s not leave you in suspense for any longer. It’s time to Ask the Audience!”

  As always the audience cheered along with every word for their favorite part of the show. Not only did every wrong answer mean that Maggie had to go through this humiliating charade it also saw her get a chunk of intelligence
snatched away so avoiding these rounds was essential to winning; as well as simply saving face.

  “It’s the facials round. What spooky surprises do we have in store for this one? Vote A if you like a Fanged Fancy. Vote B if you’re into Vampire Visions. Vote C for Nuts and Bolts and Vote D for Stitched Up.”

  Maggie wondered if maybe she’d made a mistake coming onto the Halloween special. Most of the choices sounded very unusual. At least if she turned into a bimbo she could go about her normal business, just looking a lot sluttier. But with horns and whatever these choices would do to her? She could be a walking freak show.