by Sasha Scott
Under her clothing she had been hit on the belly button and on her nipples. Up above a ball piercing had been added onto her tongue and she’d been given a stud in her nose.
“What wath that?” she muttered out in shock, shocked again to find out the ball piercing had given her a lisp, “Oh no!”
“Oh yes, that’s a very good look on you. Are you going to risk the thousand now? Surely it can’t get worse than that.”
“A thousand.”
“Even a fountain pen was too much technology for this historian who took twenty years to write, “The Civil War”.”
“Erm… what…”
Again she was out of time.
“Sorry Leslie, you needed to say Shelby Foote. Now we’ll see if it can get worse.”
Worse was definitely subjective. What she was getting was something different that also stood out.
Again Leslie felt her skin began to crawl with tingles but this time it was concentrated around her belly button, on the small of her back and on her arms, slipping up her neck. Naturally that meant she checked her arms to see what was going on. What she found were bold tattoos coating her skin. She’d gotten them everywhere she felt a sensation, even if she couldn’t see them all.
“Wow Leslie I didn’t know you liked ink.”
“It’s not something I’ve ever thought about.”
“Sure it isn’t. Bet a rebellious thing like you has been dreaming of tats like those for years.”
“Have not!” she whined, stars running up the side of her neck from the source of her girly, pink and bubbly sleeves.
“Well try not to rebel on me too. I need another category.”
“‘ED’ for six hundred.”
“To add personal opinion to an otherwise factual account.”
“What is… ed...bellish?”
“Edbellish, that well known phrase.”
“Urgh,” she groaned. She was just making a fool of herself giving answers like that, and the show was happily making a fool of her back!
“How about editorialize?” Bill asked.
“I’ve never even heard that word!” she complained before she was interrupted by a bimbo assistant arriving on stage with Leslie’s next forfeit. In her hands she was holding a tiny, orange, miniskirt.
“Oh look it’s time for your next forfeit. I know you know what to do with this.”
“Yeah yeah,” she mumbled, body already feeling the strong urge. She couldn’t help but strip down out of her jeans and into that mini skirt. Her body suddenly couldn’t stand wearing pants. It had to be skirts, and the length of those couldn’t be more than the height of her heels. Luckily she liked those tall now.
Wearing a tiny, bright colored, mini skirt was embarrassing enough but it also meant that the fact she was filling herself with a dildo was almost exposed. Her panties were bulged with the shape and almost visible.
“Feeling a draft Leslie? I’m just joking around, you know I need a new category and I couldn’t help but notice that there is still one set of questions you’ve yet to touch.”
He was right, Name That Country had yet to be picked at all by her and there was a reason for that; Leslie was awful at geography. However it was either risk it, risk having her dildo exposed or risk whatever was worse than the fact she’d spent the entire second of the half grinding her thighs together and trying to ignore her throbbing nipples.
“Fine, countries for two hundred,” she finally said.
“Slightly larger than New Mexico it contains the northernmost point in continental Europe.”
She knew she’d made a mistake. Leslie didn’t know a thing about Europe. She didn’t know what to say.
“What is Germany?”
“Nope, sorry. You wanted Norway.”
“I haven’t even heard of that one,” she complained as the tingling sensation began again. This time it was strongly concentrated on one, specific, part of her body; her lips.
Leslie’s lips fattened up quickly thanks to the work of those bimbofication bots, growing nice and puffy like she’d been through numerous injections. Nobody would be able to miss them.
“What a gorgeous pair of kissers!”
“Thop et,” she complained but the lip growth had only made her lisp worse!
“That’s adorable but sadly being cute can’t save you from the quiz. What next?”
It was awful. She either had to fail on countries, give up her outfit or risk whatever was after slutty. Did she risk it?
“‘ED’ for eight hundred.” Not yet she didn’t.
“Aristotle called it “the best provision for old age”.”
“What…” but she couldn’t answer. Perhaps risking it would have been better?
“It was as simple as education Leslie. Maybe if yours was a little better you’d be doing better at the show?”
“That’s not fair!”
“And neither will this next change.”
Again a bimbo assistant went up to the podium with an item for Leslie to change into. It was a bright green tube top and again she felt the strong desire to put it on.
In front of the audience she peeled her grey top up, leaving herself in a white bra, before sliding the tube on above, hiding the strapless bra back underneath. The entire outfit looked deliciously slutty. It also meant that if she failed the same category again there would be a good chance that the next forfeit would be for underwear, what she was dreading the most.
“You know I think that wardrobe change suits you Leslie. Going to go for the same category again to see if you can get something else this time?”
“Triple double letters for a thousand.”
“Vociferous is part of the scientific name of this bird that may repeat its signature call four hundred times without stopping.”
Naturally Leslie’s response was to look in confusion as her mouth hung open, only able to mutter out groans as she had no idea what to say.
“Er… ah…”
“Time is up. Obviously it was the whippoorwill.”
What the hell was a whippoorwill? Leslie had no idea and the change she was being faced with wouldn’t be helping her out. She wondered what could be worse than extreme lust. The answer was lacking brains.
Her mind began to tingle again as a mist descended on her brain and began to make everything fuzzy. Leslie was a smart girl but very quickly she was starting to feel not very smart at all; the nanobots were dumbing her down.
She groaned as she felt her mind being engulfed in confusion. All of her thoughts were suddenly out of focus; it was hard to concentrate on anything.
“Hey Leslie, are you still with us?” Bill asked.
“Like… erm… yeah?” she replied, not sounding very sure of herself.
“Sorry if Leslie sounds a bit out of it. I’m afraid her last forfeit gave her a case of the dummies, isn’t that right Leslie?”
“Like, huh, like what are you on about?” she muttered, totally confused.
“Outstanding banter. Now Leslie, can that pretty little head of yours remember how to play the show?”
“Like yeah and stuff,” it wasn’t like she’d been left completely brain dead after all.
“Then pick your next category.”
“‘ED’ for the big one hundred.”
“Dropsy is an old term for this, a swelling in the body caused by a buildup of excess fluid.”
“Like what is an edrection?”
“You know you almost came up with a real word there but not an answer. We wanted to hear edema.”
That meant more forfeits and it was what Leslie had been worrying about. Suddenly her currently underwear felt unbelievably itchy and uncomfortable; she had to get out of it.
As she began stripping down the bimbo assistant carried over to her a small costume change. She didn’t need anything for the top but for the bottom she was being given a nice, slutty, bright red, thong. That was the only kind of underwear her body would be allowing her to wear from then on.
Befo
re Leslie got the chance to slip into her new panties there was a thud from behind the podium as something slipped out of her and struck with the floor with a wallop that made Leslie jump in shock.
“What was that sound?” Bill asked Leslie.
“Erm like… nothing?”
“Like not true, a dildo just fell out of her,” the bimbo assistant giggled, reaching down to pull it up off the floor, the pink toy dripping in juices.
“Leslie, have you had that thing in you all along?”
“Like not all along! Only from the break…”
“And I just thought you were being a good girl holding back your lust when in actual fact you were playing with yourself all along.”
“I’m sorry,” she moaned, suddenly feeling empty again, “can I have it back now?”
“Not until you finish the quiz and look it’s those country questions you’ve been saving until last.”
Oh no, the thing she didn’t know anything about when she was in a state that didn’t know anything, combined with her horniness making it hard to concentrate. However the longer she waited the hotter she became!
“Like countries! Four hundred!”
“Three rivers, the Minho, the Douro and the Tagus, divide this country into three distinct geographic areas.”
“What is Mexico?”
“Portugal, Leslie. Another question down but this means a forfeit for you.”
For a second she even managed to forget about the forfeits but that became absolutely impossible when her backside began to tingle all over and expand, those fat cheeks stretching out into her tight mini skirt and even digging her new thong into her soaked pussy.
The little, tanned, blonde gripped onto the desk by her long nails as her booty went through the motions and grew nice and fat, the weight impossible to ignore.
“Can I has my toy yet?” she panted.
“Do all those questions look finished to you?”
“No?”
“Then pick your next category.”
“Countries for like the six one.”
“Barren and arid, this troubled country hasn’t had a real working central government since 1991.”
“Like what is Africa?”
“Not exactly a country but the answer was in Africa. I needed Somalia.”
Again it was change time for her and the tingling moved from her ass up to her chest. The next thing to grow was her breasts.
Her tube top began to get tight as her bust expanded in size rapidly, inflating like two balloons which compressed together and attempted to make a grand escape from the tight outfit which stifled them.
When the growth slowed to leave her with breasts of a size never seen naturally on a girl her shape, her top somehow managed to stay in one piece.
“Ah, too tight!” she whined.
“Almost there Leslie, two to go now.”
“Like the next one then!”
“This Central American country is home to the ruins of Copan, one of the Mayan’s largest cities.”
“What is Texas!?”
“Close but… okay not even close. Obviously it was Honduras.”
The tingling spread from a concentrated part of her body to all over as the bimbofication bots began to work on her again, attacking her entire figure.
Her hips and her bust further expanded outwards as her waist began to flatten and narrow down. She was gaining the very emphasized hourglass shape that a girl would expect to see on a barbie doll.
With her orange skin, bleach blonde hair, small stature and new bimbo body, she practically was a living doll and she still had one question remaining too.
Before she could even ask for it she was on the edge. She was panting heavily, her cheeks were glowing red and juices were dribbling down her shaking thighs. She needed to hurry, she couldn’t take it much longer.
“Like the last question please,” she begged, barely able to stay standing.
“In World War Two, the British occupied this island because it maintained ties with Vichy France.”
“Like what is Hawaii?”
“Incorrect Leslie, the answer was Madagascar.”
How many questions had she gotten wrong in a row? She looked completely different to the girl who began the show and she still had one, final, change to go and still she was tingling all over. That could not be good.
Again her assets began to grow and this time it wasn’t just her lips, or her ass, or her breasts; each of them was growing together.
Her puckered duckface only grew puffier as the seconds passed, swelling together to a size where she would consciously have to part them just to stop herself from pouting like she was trying to take a selfie.
The wedgie continued as those buttocks grew in size and mass, her hips pushing out and making that waist look even narrower as her fat backside began to jiggle from the squirming of her horny body.
What the crowd paid the most attention to, however, was the battle between her expanding bust and her tube top. Every second the war continued as her breasts got bigger and her outfit struggled to contain them, the outline of her nipples only getting bolder as her chest compressed together.
Finally it burst.
The audience roared as her top snapped and shot off across the studio, those giant, natural quality but completely fake, tits wobbled around freely.
That sensation of her nipples suddenly being exposed and the way her thong dug in and flossed through her pussy lips and over her throbbing clit finally pushed Leslie over the edge. The bimbo contestant squealed out a high pitched moaning cry as her legs buckled as she dropped down to the floor, painting the studio in a glisten of her slutty pussy juices. That was one way to end a show.
She was completely out for it, that orgasm had put Leslie down for the count. Luckily the board was already cleared and the people had gotten their show. There was only one thing left to do.
“What a lucky girl. She managed to win $5200 and even climaxed her brains out on national TV. Give it up for Leslie everybody, what a player. With entertainment like this how can you afford to miss any episode of What Is A Bimbo? That’s what I thought so see you again next week folks. Until then, goodbye.”
America’s Got Bimbos
Bimbo TV, the station that the nation loves. It was always looking for new shows to add to its arsenal, to maintain and appease it’s ever growing fan base. That was when somebody came up with the idea for a brand new show that would pit three women against each other. It’s name was America’s Got Bimbos.
The concept was a simple yet effective one. Three women would be invited on for a chance to win a cash grand prize. All they had to do to win was prove that they were a bigger bimbo than their opponents.
However, seeing as this was a Bimbo TV game show, there was naturally a catch.
While the winner would be walking away with their pockets bulging with money, the losers would be given a special makeover to turn them into the bimbos they so clearly thought they already were.
Of course there was only one man in the world who was capable of presiding over such an event and it was Bimbo TV’s specialist game show host, Bill Manning.
With the studio filled to the brim with entertainment hungry fans, ready to see some hot bimbo action, that man himself wandered out onto the stage, ready to start things off.
“Hello everybody! Welcome to America’s Got Bimbos! We’ve scoured the country for those women who truly believe that they think in pink and can use that talent to win, win, win! Now we’ll meet our contestants in a minute but first, our judges!”
Sitting facing the stage, just in front of the audience, was the three strong judging panel who would be voting for whichever bimbo they believed was the best. It was these people that the contestants would have to impress.
“First up we’ve got the lovely Judy Jiggles!”
Jumping up to her feet, the brown haired, naturally stacked, dolled up bimbo waved to the audience to a big applause; a nation’s favorite for her realit
y TV work.
“Second we have the alpha male, playboy Harry Heaton!”
The sole man on the panel was the next one to play up to the audience. As a man who made a fortune through bimbofication it was only natural he was there.
“And last, but definitely not least, Bouncy Brenda Bubblegum!”
