by Sasha Scott
Wearing pink all over, with platinum hair shaking, the curvaceous bimbo doll bounced in place and blew kisses to all her fans. As the world’s number one bimbo porn star her profile was definitely high.
Despite having such a stellar judging panel that drew a lot of attention, the show wasn’t all about the celebrities, it was also about the contestants.
“Now that we’ve met our judges,” Bill said to the audience, “let’s meet the three lucky girls who will be fighting it out for dominance! They are Traci, Faith and Sherrie!”
Out onto the stage walked the three beautiful young women who would be competing to be the best, the audience going crazy for the sight of the hot girls.
Up first was Traci, a busty girl with straight, platinum blonde locks and big, blue, eyes. She was dolled up in thick make up, had golden hoops hanging from her ears and wore the cheapest, nastiest, outfit possible. Huge red heels, fishnet stockings, a white mini skirt and a pink mesh top over a micro bikini. She sure wasn’t shy.
After her was Faith who had pitch black dyed hair that she wore in two pigtails which pretty much reached the small of her back. She was squeezed into a hot pink, cut out, mini dress which showed almost all of hers legs, which led down to huge high heels, and a whole lot of cleavage.
Finally there was Sherrie. Her honey blonde hair was also in pigtails, even if they were much shorter in length. The pretty thing was also in pink as well but instead of a dress it was a cute, glittery shirt with ‘BARBIE’ encrusted onto the front, with a white skirt below; a bit like a little princess had been allowed to dress herself.
“Wow!” Bill exclaimed loudly, “What a selection of hotties we have competing today. Alright ladies, I’m gonna go down the line. Tell me a bit about y’all.”
“I’m Traci, I’m twenty two, and I’m a naughty lil minx from Maryland.”
“I’m Faith, I’m twenty five, and I’m you pink and black delight from Nevada.”
“I’m Sherrie! I’m twenty one and I’m from Texas!”
“Oh my, three very strong contenders here folks. It’s just a shame that only one of you can win because you all look like top class bimbos to me. However there is only one way to make sure and that’s to prove yourselves. And Sherrie, you’re first. Take it away girl!”
“Okay!”
The fans cheered as it was time for those bimbos to show off their talents. However, rather strangely, the first thing which Sherrie did was skip straight off the stage and back into the backstage area, confusing everyone.
“Alright folks,” Bill said to the confused audience, “I’m sure she’s just going to get something to help her out with her… oh, here she is now.”
Again the fans began to cheer as Sherrie returned with a box, a box she carried with her straight to the judging table and handed over.
“Here, this is for all of you!”
Confused once more, head judge Harry opened the box up to see what she had inside.
“Muffins?” he asked. She’d given them a box of freshly baked muffins. Her strategy was certainly an unusual and unexpected one.
“Yeppers! I baked them myself! Please, give them a try!”
It wasn’t the show the judges were expecting but they weren’t gonna pass up some free treats. The threesome got stuck straight into the delectable snacks.
“Hmm, these are delicious!” Brenda purred happily.
“Like thank you so much!”
“So you baked these all by yourself?” Harry asked her.
“Yep! All my myself!”
“Do you bake a lot?”
“I try to! I love baking, and cooking in general too! I love doing stuff around the hou--”
“Oh sorry!” Faith interrupted, coughing into Bill’s microphone to draw the attention back to the stage, “Like I wasn’t aware this was a cooking show. Like I thought we were supposed to be showing off our bimbo moves?”
“You’re right,” Bill agreed, “I think Sherrie has had her turn now. Faith, would you like to show us what you can do?”
“Certainly! Hit my music!”
Unlike her ill-prepared rival, Faith was ready for her turn and on her command the music began to play. It was a thumping dance track, perfect for moving one's body to and that was what she began to do, wiggling her hips around in place, showing off the jiggle of her thick rear.
Of course the people expected a little better than just a simple dance act and Faith knew that. That was why, as she threw her head back, she reached behind and began to slowly unzip her dress, turning her simple dance into a strip show.
When her bare flesh began to peel out of the tight fitting pink outfit, the audience went completely crazy, enticed by the way she shook from side to side, shimmying the material down her long legs, exposing the limited outfit she had on below.
Once she had wiggled that rump around enough, leaving herself in a pink boobtube and a thong, she stepped out of her dress and picked it up, swirling it around in the air, driving the crowd wild.
After they were sufficiently rattled up she threw the dress to her people before finishing her performance with an athletic splits on the stage.
The applause rained down onto her, including from the judges panel, as she remained posing in place, confident she had it in the bag and for good reason.
“Wow, just wow!” Bill gasped out, “I wouldn’t want to follow that. Traci, I hope you have something special for us all.”
“If you thought that was good Bill then you’re about to get blown away.”
With her rival’s card shown, Traci hopped off the stage and grabbed a fan from the audience, dragging him back with her into the limelight. Then she kneeled herself down onto the floor and began to unbuckle his pants.
“Oh my god!” Bill cheered out, “Could it be? It is!”
Traci managed to completely overshadow her closest rival by pulling the man’s jeans down and exposing his hard cock which she began to kiss and slurp on messily before slowly opening up, taking it into her mouth.
At first the audience were too shocked to cheer but once they’d gotten over that they were going absolutely crazy. She was actually giving him a blowjob live on the stage. She was unbelievable!
She bobbed her head forward and back, making wet slurping sounds as she pumped his hardness in her mouth, down into her throat, getting hotter and lewder with every motion, truly showing off what a slut she was.
With her throat ever so tight, and her hands gripping into him from behind, she wasn’t going to let her prop go until he’d given her the climax to her scene which she desired and that was his hot, thick, orgasm.
Of course, even with the pressure of so many eyes on him, there was no way a man would be able to withstand Traci’s oral talents. With her pumping his hardness in her slutty insides, he blew his load and gave her everything she desired.
Traci sealed down to the very base of his shaft as he came, drinking up his full orgasm, not wasting a single drop, remaining locked in place until he was done.
Once her stomach was filled with his seed she pulled back with a hot slurp, strings of saliva swinging and slapping across her chin, giving the people all the evidence they needed about who the baddest bimbo in the room was.
If Faith had gotten an applause then Traci received a standing ovation. Nobody could believe she’d just done such a slutty thing live.
“Traci that was just… wow,” Bill sighed, needing to catch his own breath, “Do you even know who that man is?”
“Hmm, of course not. A bimbo sucks any man regardless of who they are.”
“What an answer. Is that little trick going to be enough to send you into the next round? I have a feeling it might but that’s not up to me, it’s up to the judges. Now judges, please, tell me which bimbo you’re going to eliminate from this round.”
Of course everybody knew that Traci was safe after putting on such an incredible show, they were just waiting to see who would join her in the final and who would be the first woman going thr
ough the bimbofication process today.
Finally the judges made their decision as head judge Harry rose to his feet.
“The bimbo we’re eliminating from the competition is… Faith.”
“What!?” the disgruntled contestant squealed, “What about my dance?”
“Well even though we really loved your dance,” Judy Jiggles told her, “it was totes overshadowed by Traci’s sex show. Like after seeing that how can we say you wanted it enough?”
“Yes tough luck Faith,” Bill interjected, “Maybe on another show you would have won but against such strong competition you just couldn’t prove yourself to be the best bimbo. However worry not because you’ll never need to compete again, not after we’re done with you!”
Out onto the stage the behind scenes team wheeled the device which would turn Faith from a wannabe bimbo into the bona fide real deal; the Bimboficator!
Faith was taken away and placed into the large machine, which was almost like a tanker, the glass front letting the entire audience see the barely dressed girl trapped inside.
With her in position, there was a three, two, one countdown for the audience to participate in before pink gas began to fill up the container, bathing Faith in lots and lots of bimbofication gas, fresh with body and mind altering nanobots.
The poor thing squeaked as she began to transform before the eye’s of the people in the studio, her midsection starting to narrow as her hips grew even wider and her chest started to get bigger, transforming from large to bimbo big.
Another thing which was changed was her hair color. Sure that black dye job passed for fake and was perfectly acceptable for a bimbo, but the machine wanted to give the audience a change so the black color was drained out and replaced with a classic, platinum, blonde.
Faith gasped, her hanging lips inflating like balloons to join her beachballs tits and her bootylicious behind, as she was turned from a girl acting fake to a girl who was naturally fake.
Her transformation didn’t take very long but it was very thorough, and easy to see thanks to her limited costume. Her ass had basically doubled in size mass and she’d gone up five cup sizes.
Still wearing high heels, the dizzy girl came wobbling out of the Bimboficator once it opened up, letting her back out onto the stage, next to Bill.
“So obviously today didn’t go the way you wanted it too, but we were happy to have you!”
“Oh like erm… thanks or something?” she asked, unsure, the pitch of her voice suddenly very high. Obviously the machine had modified that while giving her brain a bimbo makeover.
“No problem Faith! Sadly she’s out of the game but we still have two women competing for the position as top bimbo. Who is gonna prove they have what it takes to come out on top? Make sure you hang around after the break to find out!”
“Hello folks! Welcome back to America’s Got Bimbos! I’m Bill Manning and I’m joined by Sherrie and Traci who are now battling head to head to decide who walks away with the cash prize and who steps into our bimbo making machine for a dosing.
Well I have the two lovely bimbos with me right here, both raring to go. Last round Traci stole the show by giving us a look at her oral talents. So Traci, is there any way you can possibly top that this round?”
“A good bimbo doesn’t play all her cards in the first round.”
“I like it. Well then, the stage is yours. Show us why you’re the best bimbo here.”
Traci looked over the audience as she purred into the microphone, “Certainly, but first I’ll need a big, strong, man to come and join me up here on stage.”
Of course with the image of her blowjob still fresh in the mind of all the men in the audience, there was no shortage of volunteers. It practically turned into a race, which one could get on stage first.
The fortunate, young, stud who managed to get up before the others was called on over by the sultry bimbo slut who spelled out an even more devious showing that last time with a hungry look in her eyes.
Once he arrived on the scene she began her attack, grinding her way all over him as she slowly began to strip out of her whore like stripper garments with a sexual flourish. It was like Faith’s display in the last round taken up an extra notch.
Now after giving a live blowjob, just a lap dance wouldn’t have been very impressive. However Traci didn’t stop at stripping, that was just the starter to get her prop excited. By the time her upper half was stripped, her skirt was gone and she was down to wiggling out of panties, he was rock hard for her.
“Oh folks I don’t think this is about to end here,” Bill said to the audience in excitement, “I think this top quality slut has something even more incredible in mind!”
He’d hit the nail right on the head. Once she was naked and the entire building was throbbing in excitement for her, man prop included, she leant all the way forwards, bending down so her ass was lifted high into the air, her hands touching the floor.
“Well then big boy?” she growled back at the lucky guy, “Come and get it!”
The audience popped as he did just that, stripping his pants away and quickly penetrating his stiff, hard, cock into her juicy pussy, making her squeal out one hot, sexual, moan.
It wouldn’t have been too surprising if the roof had came off the building from the noise being generated by Traci’s unbelievable show. Last time it was a blowjob, this time it was full sex. Never before had Bimbo TV seen such a huge slut.
Even though the man was in the position to control the pace, his hips thrusting inwards, slapping into her thick ass as his cock pounded her insides, she still rocked herself back with him, making the sex that much more intense.
His groans flowed out, being muffled below the noise generated by the intense crowd, as her tight, wet, insides pumped up and down his hard dick, squeezing him tight like a sexual vice.
Faced with such prowess there was no way he would be able to last long. With his hands grasping at her hips he began to moan.
“I’m gonna cum! I can’t take it any longer.”
“Then do it, cum inside of me.”
Moving in closer, Bill put the microphone to her lips.
“Could you repeat that again Traci? So everybody in the building can hear it?”
“Cum inside of me! Fill up my slutty bimbo womb with your hot man seed!”
It wasn’t possible for the place to get any louder as the man entered into the final straight, his thrusts getting harder and faster as he didn’t have much more to give her, using all his remaining strength before sinking deep inside as far as he could go.
He groaned like a tribal man as he began to cum, unloading his hot jizz deep into her pussy, giving her exactly what she needed to end her act.
Once he’d finished draining all of his seed out inside of her, he stumbled back with a wet pop, staggering down to the floor, exhausted. However Traci was far from it. Instead she rose back to her feet and posed in front of her adoring fans, even as the hot cum trickled down her inner thighs.
“Wow, wow, wow!” Bill raved, “That was so hot you almost knocked an old man like me out. I’ve been doing TV for a long time and I’ve never seen anything that hot on one of my shows before.”
“Thanks a lot Bill. I’d do anything to prove that I am the best bimbo on this show!”
The people certainly seemed to agree. After all no ordinary girl who would do so many indecent things so eagerly, all with a smile on her face.
“Oh Sherrie, what you must be thinking right now, having to try and compete with something like that.”
“I know right? I mean like… OMG, I wasn’t expecting to have to go that far.”
“Afraid so Sherrie. We’re gonna need to see your best, your absolute best here. You can’t afford to hold back. You have one chance and one chance only to prove that you are a better bimbo than Traci. You think you can do that?”
“Like golly gosh I sure hope so!”
“Well then Sherrie, the stage is yours.”
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wd waited with bated breath as the nervy Sherrie crept her way to the center of the stage. In the first round she’d showered the judging panel with muffins and then watched as her big rival had performed all manner of devious, sexual, acts to prove her worth. What would Sherrie be able to pull out this time?
She took her position right in the middle, with the spotlight shining down upon her, the eyes of the studio locked onto her and only her.
With legs and hands shaking, Sherrie gulped to herself as she reached down and grasped the underside of her fluttery, white, mini skirt. Then, with a squeal, she pulled the front upwards, flashing her panties to the audience.
