by Sasha Scott
“Erm… like, oh, sex!”
“Interesting answers there Madison. Let’s see if any of them are up on the board.”
He turned to the side to bring attention to the big screen. One by one her answers flashed up and then one by one her score. Presented itself. Nil. Nil. Thirty six. Nil. Nil.
“Yeay!” Madison cheered happily, applauding sharply, really without a clue.
“A good attempt Madison but sadly not much for your partner to work with. Please take your place back at your podium.”
“Okay!” she giggled before skipping away, still not having much idea what was happening.
“Now let’s welcome Emily back to the show,” the happy bubblegum haired bimbo skipping onto the stage in her huge platform heels, her expanded assets jiggling everywhere.
“Hiya Bill! Hiya everyone!” she cheered, waving to the audience with a big smile.
“Sadly Emily your partner didn’t do incredible well which means you’ll need a huge score to win the grand prize. Are you ready?”
“Like ready!”
“You have twenty five seconds, the timer starts once I finish asking the first question. Name something kids want to be when they grow up?”
“A bimbo!”
“Name something you sit on!”
“Oh, dick!”
“Name something you do with snow.”
“Make snow angels, hehe.”
“Name something you blow.”
“Like dick again!” she cheered happily but the buzzer beeped. Invalid answer.
“Need another answer.”
“But why? I do blow on dick. I do blowjobs real good.”
“Sorry Madison already said that. You need another answer.”
“Oh… erm… like… cock?”
“That’s the same thing.”
“Like… erm… hot things, yeah!”
“Name a contact sport.”
Emily looked stumped as she fell deep into thought, rubbing her chin as she entered the final few seconds. She had to come up with something quick or she’d run out of time.
“Like… sex?”
The buzzer sounded but this wasn’t the one for an invalid answer, despite the fact her answer was invalid, this was her running out of time.
“Oh I’m sorry Emily you ran out of time without managing to answer all the questions correctly and I can tell you that you didn’t get enough points to win our grand prize today.”
“Aww like really?” the thick lipped Emily pouted, “That’s right sucky and stuff.”
“It sure is but we’ve loved having you here, haven’t we folks?”
The audience applauded and cheered wildly for the bimbo duo who giggled happily and waved back, “Like thanks everyone!”
“So no winners this time. It seems our teams weren’t good enough to walk away with our huge prizes this week. Can next week’s teams do better? There is only one way to find out. Come back next week, same place, same time. Good night everybody!”
The Price of Bimbos
Bimbo TV was starting to amass bimbofication game shows like trading cards. They had already managed to produce three hit shows which the public loved but still they craved more, the people demanded even more bimbofication action and Bimbo TV was on hand to deliver.
Their next show was one they were calling The Price of Bimbos.
Of course there was only one man who could be relied upon to manage such a show and it was Bimbo TV’s resident serial game show host, Bill Manning.
“Ladies and gentlemen. put your hands together for your host, Bill Manning!”
Out strolled the suave hosting veteran to the loud applause of the crowd, looking smart as always.
“Hello folks and welcome to an all new episode of The Price of Bimbos. I’m everybody's favorite host with the most, Bill Manning, and I’m here to bring you some more bimbofication action. Are we all ready to meet tonight’s contestants?”
“Yeah!” the crowd roared back.
“Fantastic. I promise you we have some real cuties on the show tonight so ladies, come and play!”
Onto the stage they marched, the three contestants who would be competing on the show.
Contestant number one was Becky, a tall, leggy, twenty six year old blonde with wavy hair and a naturally curvy figure. She was proudly showing that body of hers off in a tight fitting red dress.
Contestant two was Maggie, a short, thirty three year old, thick bodied, strawberry blonde. She was dressed a lot more casual and was wearing jeans and a checkered shirt.
Third was Mercedes, a thin, nineteen year old, with olive colored skin and dark, straight, locks. She was just dressed in a pale plaid skirt and a basic white blouse.
“See what did I tell you?” Bill said to the studio, “Three lovely ladies tonight. We have Becky, a flight attendant from Cameron. We have Maggie, a housewife from Los Angeles and we also have Mercedes, a student from Dallas. Each of them will be competing for cash and prizes tonight while trying to steer away from our bimbo forfeits. So ladies, are you lady?”
“Ready!”
“I’m ready to play!”
“Ready!”
“Okay, then let’s have our first item.”
The main round was all about guessing prices. To have a chance to move onto a prize round the three women had to compete against each other to try and deduce the price of each item.
Each of them had one guess and it had to be a whole number. Whoever came closest to the actual price of the item would win the round.
The first item for the day was a digital camera.
“Alright we’re looking for a price for this digital camera. We’re starting with Becky. Prices please.”
“I’m gonna say two fifty,” Becky announced.
“I think it’s three two five, Bill,” Maggie said for her answer.
“Erm… I’m going with three forty,” Mercedes said to round off the answers.
“And the actual price is… four hundred dollars! Mercedes you’re playing in our first round!”
She cheered happily as she made her way from the podium towards where Bill had headed, ready to play the first prize game of the show and it was going to be one of the show’s most recognizable games; Uh-Oh!
Uh-Oh! was like a giant bean mean machine. Mercedes would be given five tokens to drop into the top. They would bounce down and land in one of the many buckets below and she would receive a cash prize or a bimbo penalty depending on what the bucket was labelled.
Five of the buckets offered cash amounts, including a huge amount right in the middle. However the other four, including the ones on the end and the ones surrounding the middle piece, offered bimbo forfeits.
The more tokens in the prize buckets the higher the cash amount won. The more tokens in the bimbo buckets the more forfeits received.
Mercedes climbed up so that she was behind the high board with her tokens, Bill looking on from below.
“Are you ready to play Mercedes?”
“Ready!”
“Then drop in your first token now!”
Down the token dropped. It bounced down and around as it went, moving one way and then the other, keeping the crowd guessing all the way down. Eventually though it landed in a cash amount.
“Good start Mercedes. You just won one thousand dollars! Now please, your second token.”
The second one dropped down as well and also managed to land in a cash slot, even if it was only the $500 amount but money was still money. It was better than where her third token landed, the entire crowd erupting together in a call of “Uh-Oh!”
“Unlucky Mercedes,” Bill said, “it’s your first forfeit of the game.”
There was no way to know what forfeit you were going to get in Uh-Oh! until it happened. Mercedes figured it out quickly as she felt her thin lips tingling all over before she felt them swelling up. Her first forfeit was lip growth.
Again the crowd cheered, they loved to see losers as much as winner, as her lips p
lumped up and developed out into a fat duck face pout that no amount of makeup would be able to hide.
She had managed to win a $1500 but it came at the price of fatter lips.
“I know having such luscious lips must feel pretty weird but you don’t need to stop yet. You still have two tokens to play.”
Contestants could pull out of Uh-Oh! at any time but Mercedes wasn’t using that option, instead she was going to play the last two tokens.
Her logic proved itself right as again she landed in a $1000 amount to take her cash haul up to $2500 and then instantly she proved herself wrong as her final token activated a forfeit.
Change one had been her lips, change two was her ass. She felt her buns tingle as the growing began quickly, her hips stretching wider to accommodate the changes to her backside.
She’d always had such a small, round, tight, butt, but the transformation was changing that. Rather than giving her a little rear as she was getting all of her junk jacked directly into her trunk as her ass was growing big, full and fat.
Those newly expanded cheeks stretched her skirt, proving she’d made a wise choice picking a skirt that went towards her knees, while making her panties sink down below, her meaty cheeks being indented by the tight fabric.
In the end Uh-Oh! gifted her $2500 as well as thick lips and a fat ass.
“Two forfeits but still a big cash amount Mercedes. How are you feeling at the moment?”
“Well the lips feel a bit weird,” she slurred slightly, “and everything feels a bit too tight now but I’m happy to have so much in the bank!”
“I bet that’ll help with those student expenses. Okay please return to the board. On this show we go right to left starting with our last winner so Mercedes you guess first for our next object, this luxury rice cooker.”
“Erm… one twenty?”
“I’ll go one fifty,” Becky said, being the next in the line.
“One sixty,” Maggie announced confidently.
“And the correct answer is… two hundred and eighty dollars. Congratulations Maggie, come join me on the stage!”
It was smart play by Maggie, in the prime position to shut out her competition when she knew their guess attempts were well off. She was the next one to play for prizes.
The game which was set up for her to play was one called Udderly Delicious. It was a very simple game. There were two prizes on stage, labelled A and B, and a single price between them which corresponded to one.
On the podium were two glasses of milk, also labelled A and B, and the contestant made their choice by drinking from one of the glasses. If they drunk from the right glass for the item which cost that price they would escape a forfeit and win both prizes. If they got the wrong glass… well the word udder wasn’t used for nothing.
“Okay Maggie. We have two items for you here. We have this lovely, charcoal, corner sofa piece with ottoman as well as this luxury, cordless, garden mower. All I need to know is which of these items costs three hundred and seventy dollars and the way you tell me your answer is by chugging the glass of your choice.”
It was A for the couch and it was B for the mower. Maggie thought over her choice and listened to the mixed cries from the audience before deciding to go with A. She chugged the glass down then played the waiting game.
Maggie didn’t have to wait long to see if she’d got the answer correct or not. Mere moments passed and she felt her chest tingling. That was bad, for her; it could only mean one thing.
She gasped out as her breasts began to swell, the quick expansion bulging into her shirt, making the buttons pop. Her bra snapped at the back as her growth through the cup sizes refused to be stifled, her already large D cup chest becoming a distant memory as she soared into an E and up into an F.
In the end her shirt entirely dragged itself open as her tits got too big to be able to hide comfortably, growing all the way up to a H cup, leaving Maggie with a pair of huge, soft, natural tits, even if they hadn’t been created through natural means.
However chest growth wasn’t all that the game had in store for her. Her thick, hard, nipples throbbed in place as she felt a heat bubbling through her insides, aching for release. Quickly the pressure became too great and she couldn’t hold it back anymore. Milk began to leak from her breasts.
“Unlucky Maggie,” Bill said from the side, “you got the wrong price for the wrong prize which means all you won was your own pair of udders.”
They weren’t literally udders like something which was hanging from a cow but they were milk leaking, fat, doughy breasts. The only way she could hide them was to forcefully drag her shirt over her exposed front but that just made the milk leak into the fabric to form large wet patches.
After suffering her first forfeit Maggie returned back to the stage for the next round and the next item reveal. The third item on the show was a 3D printer and Maggie was first to guess.
“I’m going for twelve hundred dollars.”
Next up was Mercedes who said, “I’m going for… seven fifty?”
“Nine fifty,” Becky said to round off the guesses.
“And the correct answer was… eight hundred dollars. Mercedes, come play again!”
She was already back up on the stage for a new game, the young, olive skinned, student. This time she would be playing something called the Salon Game.
On the stage there were six different seats like those found in a hair salon with a dryer style machine above each. Three of the machines contained prizes. Two were low amounts while one was a huge prize. The other three machines would, naturally, be forfeits.
It was a simple game of chance. Pick a machine and hope you picked right.
“Okay Mercedes we all know how to play this one. Pick a seat, any seat, and we’ll see what you won.”
There was no way to determine what a seat would do until it was too late so Mercedes just went with her gut and went with the second one on her left. She took the seat and allowed the machine to come down around her head.
“Now let’s see what’s in store for her,” Bill said as he pressed a button. A green light meant she was good, a red light was bad, for her.
The light flashed. It was red.
As soon as the light flashed there was a whiz as the styling machine got to work, scooping up Mercedes’ straight, dark, locks, giving them a makeover.
It didn’t take long for a pleasant ding to sound and for the machine to lift itself up, freeing its covering of Mercedes’ head while revealing everything that had happened inside.
Her hair had gone through quite a makeover in both color and in style.
Before going into the machine her hair had been a dark brown but once she came out her locks were multicolored. The main color her hair had been dyed was a bright red like a tomato. As it went further down the red color melted away into a bright orange, the color change very noticeable. That wasn’t all either. Once you got to the tips there was another shift as her hair became a bright yellow.
Her hair had been dyed like fire in very bright tones that would be impossible to mask and it wasn’t just that. Her straight style had been replaced, somehow, by two, long, pigtails that hung down from either side of her head like an oversized child.
“I don’t get to say this enough,” Bill laughed, “but Mercedes you’re on fire today. I guess we need to give you some time to cool down. We’ll be back shortly after a word from our sponsors.”
“Welcome back folks, hope you had a good break. No use wasting time, let’s carry on with the show. Alright ladies next up is this six burner, stainless steel, gas range. Mercedes your bid?”
“I think… fifteen hundred?”
“Two thousand, five hundred” Becky announced.
“Two thousand, two hundred dollars,” Maggie guessed.
“And the correct answer is... two thousand, seven hundred. Come on Becky it’s finally your time to play!”
Finally the leggy blonde was given a chance to play a prize round. The game she would b
e playing was called Clothes Shopping.
Becky would be shown pieces of clothing one by one as well as a price. She would then have to guess whether the price she was seeing was true or false. For every piece she got correct she would win a cash prize, however if she got one wrong she would face a forfeit. The further into the game she got the more serious the forfeit would become.
The game ended if the contestant retired, got all five clothing items correct or triggered a wrong answer.
