by Sasha Scott
Kim was hoping to get the same success that Lindsey did on her first spin and not suffer the same fate that she did on her second. She experienced the latter.
Her change wasn’t a breast swelling but it was a hair morpher. She had such dark hair, it was almost unnatural how black it was and the nanobots decided to change that. They decided to go the full opposite way and make her hair as light as they could.
The darkness of her locks was drained away as the color was quickly modified. That night sky shade was gone and replaced with something sunny. In a matter of moments Kim had been turned into a platinum blonde.
“Tough luck Kim, over to you Amy.”
After seeing two transformations in a row Amy was getting a bit nervous, she didn’t want to make it a strike. Luckily though she actually managed to hit a cash amount, a big $900.
“Is there an R?”
“Not just one but three R’s! That gives Amy a commanding lead!”
The last two words remained untouched but progress was going very well on the first two and suddenly Amy had the money to pick off the vowels.
“Can I buy an A?”
“There is one A.”
“And can I buy an O?”
“There is also an O.”
“And an I.”
“Take an I as well.”
She’d made good progress. It had costed her some of her cash kitty but she’d almost broken through. There was only one letter remaining in that first word as well. It was blank then ‘erris’. A lot of people at home, and in the audience, may have been able to figure it out but Amy didn’t know what it was at all. She needed to find that first letter. She had to spin again.
Around the wheel went, Amy hoping to find some more cash. She did not. All she found was her own bimbo transformation.
Unlike Lindsey, who had gotten just a large chest growth, Amy landed on the hourglass. While breast growth only hit the top and ass growth only hit the bottom, hourglass was the gift that kept on giving and a crowd favorite, expanding the contestant at both ends.
Amy’s B cup breasts were swollen just like the woman’s next to her, her tits bulging and straining into the front of her white, vest, top, those newly formed DD cups doing their best to escape the tight embrace of her clothing.
Likewise her ass was made thicker and fatter, her buns squeezing tightly into her jeans, making them bulge around her newly expanded backside.
Not only did Amy have to put up with developing the figure of a porn star, she also lost her go, the spin returning back to Lindsey.
Around the wheel went, Lindsey hoping for big money. What she got was big breasts… again! It wasn’t unknown for contestants to hit the same space twice, but it was definitely uncommon.
“Wow Lindsey you really look like you want those new jugs,” Bill mused as her balloons began to inflate.
“I don’t!” she whined as she tried to hold onto her tingling tits. The first time they’d been pumped up to a D cup, naturally they were gonna get much bigger after a second dose of growth hormone.
Her memories of being a D cup went quickly as she climbed through the sizes, soaring past an E and straight into the F territory, her tits looking absolutely huge on her thin frame.
F cups proved to be the breaking point for her outfit. The material snapped, the flaps of her dress flinging forward to expose those bear melons to the audience.
Lindsey gasped and covered herself with her hands after the people in the studio got a clear look at her pink nipples, now swollen nice and thick as a side effect of her breast growth.
“Now those are quite the titties, Lindsey is so proud of them she couldn’t help but show them off!”
“No… can I go make a wardrobe change?”
“Not until the end of the round at least. Next up it’s Kim to spin. Hey that almost rhymed.”
The show had gone full bimbo with the last spins but Kim put things back on track when she hit the $800 amount.
“I’m looking for a T,” Kim said, looking for a very common letter. However she was met with a disappointing buzz.
“Sorry, no T. That means the wheel is back to Amy.”
Amy spun again and once again managed to land on a money amount, a decent $700.
“Can I have an F?”
“You sure can and that was a good pick. There are three F’s.”
The board was basically revealed at that point, anybody who knew the movie should have been able to answer it. Ferris Something Something Off. The question was did the top scorer know it?
“Do you want to answer the board?”
“Erm… sorry, I need to spin again.”
It was so irritating for her, she just didn’t seem to know the movie. She’d have to try and fill the board, however her next spin landed on one of the wrong parts of the wheel. It was another bimbofication forfeit and it was a bad one. It was IQ.
At that point the changes had all been physical, however Amy was about to get a mental one. She was about to be given a bimbo brain.
The nanobots got to work plundering her mind. Amy released a moan in front of the entire studio as she shuddered in place, her mind growing fuzzy, her head seeming to spin. All of a sudden it became a lot harder for her to think.
“Alright while Amy is getting to grips with her new brain would you spin Lindsey?”
“Could you spin for me?” she asked, still hiding her nipples behind her hands.
“Sorry Lindsey, you know the rules. If you won’t or can’t spin you forfeit your turn.”
“Fine,” she growled, awkwardly trying to use one arm as a complete skin bra while she used the other to spin.
All she needed to do was hit a cash amount. Unlike Amy she actually knew what the answer was but she had to spin for a chance to answer. That was the rules on the show, they wanted that wheel spinning as much as possible for an added chance of the contestants hitting the forfeit tiles.
Again Lindsey hit a forfeit. Again her eyes bulged open. Again she couldn’t believe it. Breast expansion.
“What are the chances, that’s three times now,” Bill applauded as Lindsey was given yet another dose of breast expansion.
Her dress had already snapped due to her growth to a huge F cup and yet that wasn’t enough for the ruthless bimbofication game show, it was making that bust even bigger.
Lindsey still tried to keep herself hidden with an increasingly ineffective handbra but it was a battle she was slowly losing as her breasts swelled like inflating balloons around her grasping palms, her F cup chest growing up to an unbelievable H cup.
“Why is this happening?” she whimpered as she struggled to contain her newly expanded assets, those giant, soft, doughy tits rolling around her palm, trying to bulge around her fingers.
“It’s all just luck of the draw, or luck of the spin at least and now it’s Kim’s turn.”
With Lindsey still squirming, Kim spun the wheel, hoping to avoid a forfeit. She was in luck as she landed right on the $500 amount.
“I’d like to solve please.”
“Go ahead Kim.”
“Is it Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”
Ding ding! Amy may not have known the film but that chance wasn’t going to be escaping Kim who managed to correctly nail the right answer.
“Correct Kim, that’s the correct answer. It’s good to see at least one of you knows your old movies. Amy you really missed your chance to maintain that league. However that doesn’t mean you’re out of it yet, you have a chance to get back ahead in our next round but first a word from our sponsors.”
“And welcome back to the show. Currently we have Kim who is in the prime position with Amy just behind and Lindsey lagging, but at least she’s managed to get through a quick wardrobe change during the break.”
With that black dress ruined Lindsey was forced into accepting a replacement from the show which was why she was standing behind her podium wearing a micro sized pink bikini, barely managing to contain her massive bosom.
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sp; “Alright this round we’ll be starting with Kim. The subject is on the map so we’re looking for a location. Kim, take us away.”
Again the puzzle was twenty letters long but this time it was split into just two words, eleven and nine letters in length each.
Kim spun the wheel around, looking to consolidate her lead on the competition. However she didn’t carry her luck over and instead landed on a forfeit, one that was for lip growth.
In mere moments her lips began to swell, both the top and the bottom growing thick and puffy, developing into a permanent, duck face, pout. She could actually see the pink of her lips peeking back when she looked down.
“Tho big,” she muttered to herself before she gasped. Not only had those lips gotten so fat that they dominated her face they’d also forced her into developing a lisp.
“Listen to her, so adorable. But we have to move onto the show and Amy’s go.”
After remembering what she was there for the ditz twirled the wheel around and found herself in luck as she managed to land on the $800 amount.
“Can I has an S?”
“You can, there are two which means you get $1600 in the bank.”
The smart thing to do with a lot in the bank and control of the board would have been to guess for vowels, but Amy was no longer smart and that bit of the game completely slipped her mind. Instead she spun the wheel around again hoping to get some more money. She wasn’t in luck.
“Oo unlucky, that’s the tile for ass growth,” Bill announced as those lil bimbofication bots quickly got to work. The previous hourglass transformation had already made Amy’s jeans very uncomfortable and it was only going to get worse.
Her already stacked behind began to swell, each of her cheeks growing in size and thickness, forcing her hips to widen just to accommodate the added junk being put into her trunk. It wasn’t a small growth either, those buns were almost doubling in size. A material less durable than jean probably wouldn’t have survived growing to such a vivid size.
“Like too tight,” Amy complained as she squirmed around in those leg hugging bottoms.
“Sorry Amy no time for a wardrobe change but if it makes you feel better you can always take them off.”
“Like good idea!” she giggled as she dropped down under the desk and slowly began to tug down at her own bottoms, struggling to actually slip the waistline over her newly expanded assets.
It wouldn’t be a snappy job, removing those jeans, so instead Bill said to Lindsey, “Why not take you turn while we wait for her to change?”
Lindsey could actually spin the wheel again, her chest wobbling around as she made the pulling motion but a lot more decent than them freely wiggling around, if still not positively showing off.
Around the wheel went, Lindsey dreading the worst, dreading more breast growth. It was almost relief when she landed on a money amount; a heavy $900.
“Is there an L?”
“There is one L.”
“I’d like to buy an E.”
“There are two E’s.”
Again she spun the wheel, and again it was good for her, landing on the $800 amount.
“Is there a T?”
“There is one T.”
“I’d like to buy an O.”
“There are two O’s.”
“And I’d like to buy an A.”
“There are two A’s.”
The word was starting to come together. She had managed to come up with an ‘esota’ at the end of the second word but she had to spin again and hope for third time lucky.
Lindsey did not receive third time lucky, instead she went one over. Lindsey got four times unlucky.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she huffed, wide eyed and trembling. The wheel had landed on breast growth again.
“I don’t think we’ve ever seen someone hit the same space four times,” Bill commented as the expansion began again.
Lindsey had came onto the show with a small pair of A cup bee stings. Transformation one had taken her to a D. The next one had brought her to an F. The last chance had lifted her to to the lofty heights of a H cup. Where would transformation four leave her?
She squealed in panic as the swelling seemed to get more powerful every time, the increased size of her chest making the coming growth that much more impactful on her body.
Up the cup sizes she jumped. Her breasts bubbled upwards through the I cups without even stopping to say hello and pushed straight into J cup territory, only starting to slow there but with another destination in mind.
Lindsey watched on as her micro bikini top snapped and flung from her body as her tits grew all the way up to a K cup. She’d managed to go up ten cup sized in one show!
“Why me?” she whined as her breasts actually became too big for her to be able to hide, even with her hands. Everytime she tried to cover them they seemed to find a way to roll their softness and weight back into the open.
“I guess luck isn’t in your side today Lindsey. How about you Kim, will luck take you back into the lead?”
She spun the wheel asking for luck. Luck did not arrive. What she did arrive on though was the makeover tab. A very fun forfeit, for the fans anyway.
The nanobots got to work, showing their stuff, as they began to give Kim a coating of makeup on her face, a permanent one she’d never be able to remove.
Those huge, puckered, lips of hers were being transformed from their natural pink color into a bright and vivid red that meant those attention grabbers suddenly got even more noticeable.
It wasn’t just her lips getting painted. Her cheeks were getting thoroughly blushed with a bright red glow and her eyes were being plastered with a dark eyeliner that matched her new, dense, eyeshadow. A little bit higher up her lashes were being doused in eyeliner, making them both longer and thicker.
The makeover wasn’t just limited to her face though. Her nails were also receiving treatment as they grew in length, nice and long so they were big enough to get in the way of doing chores. Once they were made thoroughly inconvenient they were painted pink and coated with glitter to make them look utterly tacky.
“I don’t think that’s what she was after,” Bill commented as Kim’s whorish makeup was completed, “Amy the wheel is back in your hands.”
Two forfeits in a row put the odds in a newly depantsed Amy’s favor to get a cash amount. The odds, sadly, are not always right and the ticker landed on another forfeit; mindset.
“Like what’s that?” she muttered.
“Oo another mental transformation for Amy. She may not have the bimbo look of Kim but she’s going to have a pure bimbo brain.”
This wasn’t the same as hitting her IQ, this was giving her the mindset of a stereotype bimbo which the fans loved. This was turning her into a trashy, tacky, incredibly girly, sex loving man pleaser.
Her first mental change had made her entire head one, big, collective fuzz but thanks to the second change certain parts of her managed to see the light of day again. However it was parts of her that she didn’t know she had tucked away in the first place.
Suddenly she remembered shoes, high heels especially. She remembered how much she loved dressing up, and the color pink, and miniskirts. She remembered how much she loved big, hard, dicks. She remembered all the things a bimbo doll loved and none of the things that they didn’t.
“OMG head getting so dizzy,” she moaned, drool dripping down her lips as the transformation was getting to an end.
“I guess spinning a wheel too much can do that to you. Lindsey, it’s your turn to spin.”
The huge chested woman looked down at the wheel with all those forfeits, and one in particular which had been hitting over and over again and she just shook her head.
“No, I’m not gonna take the risk. I’m out.”
“Oo well it looks like someone has decided to take their money and run which means that it’s down to just Kim and Amy to see who makes it into that final. Kim it’s your turn to spin again.”
Kim spun the wheel again, hoping for her first go of the round. However she wasn’t going to receive it as the wheel stopped on… breast expansion.
“No way…”
“See, I knew it was after me!” Lindsey scoffed from the other side of the desk.
“No fair thith thould have been herth,” Kim tried to protest but no protest would save her from the changes.
The audience had seen plenty of breast growth but for the first time they were seeing it on Kim’s modest mounds rather than Lindsey’s wobbling melons.
