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Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 01

By: ChrystalWynd



Words: 5690

Potential categories: mc mf ff gr

Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

This story takes place in the fictional town of Chrystal Heights. This is not significant in any way other than I hope to continue creating stories involving this town.

The people and events in this story are fictional and do not represent anyone or anything from real life.

Synopsis: An all-girl criminal gang is captured and sentenced to appear on an unusual television gameshow where the losers are bimbified little by little.

Note- This story can stand by itself, but it makes more sense if you read "Crime: Night at the Museum"

Round 1

"Steven, tomorrow is the show. You have got to get the appeal pushed through!" I said.

Steven sighed. I was hoping for a more positive response from our lawyer, but apparently that wasn't to be.

"Look," he said, "I've already pushed it, and it's been denied. Judge Hanover works from a special charter. Nobody is going to interfere with that."

"What the hell charter is that?"

"Well," said Steven, "it's the Special Laws Utilizing Tolerance Zero charter, to be specific."

"The what?" I asked.

"The SLUTZ charter. It's based on a treatise the judge wrote himself."

"Oh, come on! What kind of methodology does he use?" I said.

Steven answered, "Daily Intervention and Tolerance Zero."

I gave Steven a flat stare. "You're telling me he uses the DITZ methodology?"

Steven nodded, his face set in a way that made it impossible for me to tell if he was kidding or not. Either way, I wasn't amused.

We were gathered in Steven's office for a final meeting. Steven was sitting behind his desk. I was sitting across from him, but as far away from Chrissie, Laura and Tonya as I could manage. And I was planning to keep it that way.

The four of us had worked together as a crime gang for several successful jobs. Chrissie was the leader, but I didn't agree with the way she did a lot of things, and the tension between us had grown to the point where we couldn't work together anymore. Our most recent job- a museum heist- was going to be our last job together. The artifacts we stole during the heist turned out to have unexpected properties that disrupted our lives in spectacular fashion, and we had to return the artifacts to the museum. Chrissie and Tonya betrayed me during the return, however, but messed it up so badly we all ended up getting caught.

That was how we ended up in the courtroom of Judge Hanover, a mysterious and powerful figure with unexplainable abilities. After hearing our case, he sentenced the four of us to appear on "Bimbomania!", a new game show where female prisoners competed against each other for a big money prize and freedom, with the losers allegedly ending up as bimbos. I assumed the bimbification effects were staged, but after encountering Judge Hanover, I wasn't taking anything for granted. Besides, Blonde Concepts, a new corporation in Chrystal Heights with an unusual line of products, produced the show and who the hell knew what they were capable of.

"Don't worry," said Chrissie. "After we're done with the show, I'll take good care of your bimboed butt."

I narrowed my eyes. "As if. I'll be taking care of your bimboed butt, you mean."

Steven cleared his throat. "Actually, that brings me to a point you need to know about. Regardless of who, um, wins, the four of you will have to remain living together for at least five years. The winner has to, um, support the losers for the five years as well. That includes Tonya's baby, should the state give her back, and any other children that may, um, occur. This sentence the judge gave you will keep you out of jail, but you're still under probation of sorts. In other words, the judge wants to make sure the winner is punished as well as the losers."

There was grumbling at Steven's announcement, but we knew complaining wasn't going to change anything. Besides, if the game show was legit, three of us wouldn't have enough I.Q. left to take care of ourselves afterward anyway, and those three would need a caretaker.

Steven stood up, indicating the meeting was at an end. "Good luck to you guys," he said. We all shook hands and exited the office.

Just outside the office, Chrissie turned to me. "We just want you to know," she said, "that the three of us are in agreement about one thing. Regardless of which one of us three win, the winner is going to make sure your ass is turning tricks. You're going to be giving five-dollar blowjobs every night, and you'll be the backroom entertainment at every party we throw. You're going to be the biggest slut in Chrystal Heights."

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Chrissie was so obsessed with taking me down that she had lost all perspective.

***

"Good evening, and welcome to Bimbomania!, the show that turns criminal young women into hot little sex toys! I'm Biff Brewster, your host and guide through the land of blonde debauchery. You want giggles and gasps? We aim to please! You want bouncing boobs and wiggling derrieres? We're here to deliver! You want curvaceous cuties and blonde wet dreams? We're all that and a bag of chips, too, because we know what you really want! You want..."

"Bimbos!" cried the audience in one voice.

"Bimbos!" cried Biff, pumping a fist into the air.

"Bimbos!" cried the audience once more.

Backstage, I rolled my eyes at Biff's rhetoric. I couldn't believe this was the top-rated show on television right now. Yes, Biff was charismatic and he knew how to play the audience, but come on!

A few feet away, I could see that Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were having the same thoughts. Black-haired Chrissie stood with her arms crossed, obviously disgusted with the production, and redheaded Laura and blonde Tonya mirrored her pose. They weren't looking forward to this any more than I was.

On stage, Biff ran a hand over his perfect hair. "We have a special treat for our loyal viewers tonight. Our contestants today are none other than the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang! And judging from how well that venture turned out, it may be that they don't need our help to become bimbos!"

The people in the audience laughed themselves silly as Biff described- with some exaggeration- our failed museum job. I wanted to strangle Biff and rip that perfect hair from his scalp. Grrrrrrrrr.

"Alright, then, let's meet our bimbos-to-be!" said Biff. "Paul?"

At the mention of "Paul," the lights dimmed and several hunky beefcake types dressed in tuxedos lined up outside the stage entry door, forming an honor guard of sorts. A single bright spotlight shone on the door. The unseen Paul's deep baritone boomed throughout the studio.

"Thank you, Biff! Our first contestant is a five foot, four inch natural blonde who just gave birth to a healthy baby girl after a mere nine day pregnancy. Everybody give a warm welcome to twenty-two year old Tonya Stuart!"

On cue, a brief old-time burlesque short played as Tonya stepped through the stage door and walked between the tuxedoed hunks. The spotlight followed her until she stopped next to Biff amid heavy applause. As the applause began to die down, a few notes of Paul Anka's "Having My Baby" sounded. Tonya blushed as the crowd laughed appreciatively.

"Our next contestant is a five foot, seven inch red-headed sophisticate who managed to get in touch with her inner child when she was arrested while wearing a diaper. Say hello to twenty-four year old Laura Sadler!"

Sleek, cool and collected, Laura strolled through the stage door to the sounds of Bruce Springsteen's "Red-Headed Woman." She made her way between the hunks and finally stopped next to Tonya. As the song faded away, the belled notes of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" sounded briefly. Laura's mouth tightened as the crowd laughed once again.

"Our third contestant is a five foot, six inch brunette who stood tough against her former gang mates when they turned on her, leaving her trapped on all fours with a dildo stuck deep in her rear end. A big welcome to twenty-two year old Erica Mullen!"

Oh, fuck. That was my cue, and I should have realized they'd make some reference to the embarrassing position I was in when the police arrived at the museum. Grrrrrrrr. I walked through the door- almost stomping- as the words to Heart's "Barracuda" suddenly sounded. I made my way past the beefcakes, practically blinded by the spotlight, until I was standing next to Laura. Just as I settled in place, the song stopped, followed briefly by Jim Morrison singing, "Oh, I'm a backdoor man..." The crowd laughed again, although I certainly wasn't amused.

"And finally, the five foot, nine inch black-haired leader of the gang who masterminded the botched break-in and arranged Erica's betrayal. A warm welcome for twenty-three year old Christine Collinsworth!"

Chrissie walked through the door to the sounds of Santana's "Witchy Woman." There was a great deal of applause, but several boos could be heard as well. The song faded as Chrissie stepped in place next to me. Then the line "I'm a bitch" from the Meredith Brooks' song sounded clearly. There were several snickers from the audience. Apparently many in the audience did not favor back-stabbers.

Biff turned on his thousand-watt smile as the house lights came back on. He looked at us as he spoke, although he was actually speaking for the audience's benefit. "Alright, ladies, you know how this works. You four will compete in a series of events. The winner of each event is immune to that round's consequences. Each loser will receive a letter from the word 'BIMBO'. Each time you gain a letter, you will receive a pre-determined level of bimbification and then spin the accessory wheel. Once you receive all five letters of 'BIMBO', you are eliminated and must visit..." Biff cupped his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" screamed the audience.

Biff laughed. "That's right! The Bimbo Throne, where your intelligence will be dimmed down and your sexiness ramped up until you are every man's wet dream! Koomba!" Biff punctuated his exclamation with a pelvic thrust that would have looked ridiculous under normal circumstances, but in this setting achieved comic effect. Biff had the chops to pull off silly maneuvers like that. That's why he made the big bucks.

Biff waited for the applause to fade, and at exactly the right moment said, "Alrighty, then, let's get started! Our first event of the evening has been specifically selected based on the young women's combative relationship with each other. Ladies, please change into your outfits and get ready for...the Catfight!" Biff took in the applause for a moment, then half-turned, giving the camera a profile of his best side as he said, "And we'll be right back after these messages from Blonde Concepts."

The camera light turned off and Biff deflated. The other girls and I quickly went backstage to change into our catfight outfits, which consisted of nothing more than simple bikinis. Chrissie was wearing a black bikini, Laura a red one, Tonya had gold and I was in emerald green.

We exited the changing area. A youngish Asian man with a state-of-the-art headset stood there, nodding. This was Michael, the backstage manager and all-around Man Friday, and he was obviously getting directions through his headset. He nodded, saying, "Yes, sir. Got it, sir." He looked up and smiled as he saw us coming.

"Hey, you guys are great so far, alright? Great! The camera loves you! This is going to be the best episode ever! Anything you need, you just say so, alright? You're doing great!"

Chrissie gave Steve a look. "Yeah, I got something for you to do. Can you kiss my ass?" she said.

Michael blinked, caught unaware by Chrissie's unexpected retort, then laughed. "Oh, I'm sure you're kidding, Christine. Funny! The camera loves you!"

Christine rolled her eyes, then filed back onstage with the rest of us.

*****

"Three and two and...go!"

"And welcome back to Bimbomania! It's time for the opening event...the Catfight! And what's a catfight without women in bikinis?"

We were standing in a makeshift-wrestling ring, each in our own corner. The ring was slightly smaller than regulation and the ropes were bright neon pink, while the floor was neon green. Biff was standing in the center of the ring speaking into a hanging block microphone, much like an old-school MC for a wrestling match.

"Alright, ladies, the rules are simple. The idea is to be the last girl in the ring wearing anything. For that to happen, you must strip the bikinis off your opponents. However, we want a clean fight! That means no claws. You may not slap, scratch or kick your opponents in any way or you will automatically lose the event. However, any type of hold or bodily contact is allowed...and even encouraged. Rowr!" Biff waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

I looked across the ring at each of my opponents. Chrissie was directly across from me, and she would likely make a beeline for me. I'd have to strip her quickly, then move on to Laura. Laura was taller than Tonya and more likely to give me a problem.

Biff stepped back against the ropes, out of the way. "Alright, ladies," he said, "Get ready...set...and..." He rang the ringside bell. "...go!"

I rushed straight for Chrissie, but stopped in the middle of the ring. I was the only one who had moved. Too late I realized that, rather than forming two separate matches, Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were all focused on me.

Oh-oh.

Moments later I was slammed breathlessly to the mat as all three of my former gang mates converged on me in a screaming, screeching, squealing cacophony. I grabbed the sides of my bikini bottom and held on for dear life, realizing there was no way I was going to strip all three of them at the same time. My top was untied and pulled off almost instantly, and just like that I was topless on national television. My cheeks burned at my topless state, but I was *not* going to give up my bikini bottom, no matter what they did.

"Hold her!" said Chrissie, struggling to roll me onto my back. I could feel hands all over me, grabbing, pulling, pushing. I was eventually rolled onto my back, with Laura holding me in a headlock from behind while Tonya was sprawled across my legs. I was still holding the sides of my bikini bottom in tightly balled fists, however, and their efforts to uncurl my fingers had failed. Unfortunately, the ringside camera had swung around and was focusing directly on my bare boobs. There wasn't any way for me to cover up, so all I could do was clench my teeth and hold on for dear life.

With Laura holding me from behind and Tonya lying across my legs, Chrissie was free to do whatever she wanted. Chrissie leaned forward, making sure not to block the camera's view of my bare boobs, and whispered in my ear, "Let go, sweetie. You'll just make it harder if you fight."

I wriggled defiantly. "Bite me, bitch," I said.

Chrissie smirked. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I know you want me. Your nipples are hard," she said. Then she reached out and pinched my nipples into full hardness, making a show of it for the camera. "See?"

Omigod. She was humiliating me on national television. I was so going to kill the bitch the first chance I had.

I still hadn't released the sides of my bikini bottom, however, so Chrissie finally said, "Alright, fuck this," and she held up all ten fingers. "This will be fun," she said. She then slid her fingers over my bare ribs and belly as she began to tickle me without mercy.

My eyes widened as I realized too late what she was doing. I wriggled and squealed helplessly but her fingers and nails found every sensitive spot without fail. I screeched so loud that Laura clapped a hand over my mouth and whispered, "Shhhh...just take it." I wiggled and writhed and tried desperately to buck Tonya off my legs, but I couldn't budge either of them. Finally, in helpless desperation, I let go of my bikini bottom and used my hands to slap Chrissie's hands away. It was technically illegal, but it didn't matter, because Tonya grabbed my bottom, sat up and slid my bikini bottom off my legs in a single movement, leaving me naked. I had officially lost the first event.

The other three girls laughed and high-fived each other as I was motioned out of the ring. I wasn't allowed to get dressed after I left the ring, however. I had to stand between two of the tuxedoed beefcakes- whom I was beginning to realize also functioned as security and rule enforcers- and wait for the Catfight to end.

The crowd was certainly getting their money's worth. After finishing with me, the three had scrambled to their feet and prepared to strip each other. They were close friends, but Chrissie and Laura had been friends longer, and they teamed up against Tonya. The little blonde was scrappy, but she was quickly stripped, and Tonya was soon standing next to me, just as naked and just as embarrassed.

That left Chrissie and Laura. Laura was kind of tall for a girl, but Chrissie was even taller, and Laura was more of a lover than a fighter, so the outcome was never really in doubt. The crowd cheered loud when Laura was fully stripped, however. The attractive redhead had evidently already gathered a fan base of sorts, and an early chance to see her naked had psyched up several members of the audience.

Chrissie strutted around the ring soaking in the applause while Laura, Tonya and I squirmed nakedly at ringside. There was a heightened sense of anticipation in the buzzing of the audience, and it wasn't difficult to guess why. The first competition was over, and the first bimbifications were about to take place. We glanced at the giant electronic scoreboard, which now showed:

Tonya....................B...x...x...x...x Laura....................B...x...x...x...x Erica....................B...x...x...x...x Christine................x...x...x...x...x

Biff stepped back into the ring, thousand-watt smile in place. "Congratulations, Christine! You are the first winner in this round of Bimbomania! You looked great out there! What were you thinking while you were battling on the mat?"

Chrissie thrust her hair out of her eyes. "Well, it wasn't easy, Biff. It was really a war out there, but I knew I could do it if I just focused on what I had to do."

Biff put his arms around Chrissie's shoulders. "Well, congratulations, Christine. You've earned the right to watch your opponents go through the first level of Bimbomania Bimbification! Give it up for Christine, folks!" Thunderous applause filled the studio and a number of Chrissie fans began to chant her name.

Meanwhile, the tuxedoed hunks led Laura, Tonya and me back to the stage, which had shifted again. An ominous machine now dominated that side of the stage, resembling an old-time mainframe computer, but with sleek modern lines. Three bars protruded from the machine, each with what appeared to be rubber leggings suspended from them. We were each led to an individual station. Then we heard Biff speaking once again.

"Alright, Paul, tell the audience about the first level," he said.

The unseen Paul's baritone sounded once again throughout the studio. "Certainly, Biff. Every good bimbo should be centered, so the first level focuses on the center of the bimbos-to-be. Specifically, the hips, buttocks and waist. Our three naked young women will put on the rubber leggings that you see in each station. Inside each pair of leggings is a pair of dildos that will penetrate our lovelies in both orifices! Through these penetrating protrusions, the Bimbomania computer will reprogram the muscles, cells and DNA that make up those areas of our bimbos into shapes much more befitting of hot little sex toys! This is all possible thanks to those great folks at Blonde Concepts, who say, 'The only good bimbo...is any bimbo!'"


Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 01



Laura, Tonya and I looked at each other and shrugged. It all sounded more like hype than anything else. The producers using special effects for the people watching from home seemed more likely than a machine making major changes to our bodies. The rubber pants with the double dildos would certainly keep the ratings high while distracting from the likely lack of anything actually happening.

The hunky guy standing next to me indicated the rubber pants, and there didn't really seem to be any way out of it. Besides, I was getting a little tired of standing around naked for the whole world to see. I reached over and pulled the rubber pants off their hanger. I slipped my bare feet into the leg holes and slid the pants up my legs, adjusting the dildos so they lined up with my openings. I *really* wished the cameras weren't watching my every move, but there wasn't anything I could do about that.

I wriggled and adjusted, and finally the rubber pants were in place. The waistband reached the smallest point of my waist, while the hem of the legs were halfway between my pelvis and my knees. The elastic rubber hugged my curves and molded itself around my hips and ass. The double penetration left me feeling a bit breathless, and I knew that if the cameras performed a close-up now, they would see that my cheeks were flushed. I shifted slightly, my bare feet jitterbugging slightly as the dildos shifted inside me. My movement was somewhat restricted by the wires running from the rubber pants to the mainframe computer.

A monitor screen at approximately eye level suddenly came to life. On the screen, I saw green lines against a black background, and I realized it was a grid reproduction of a female form. I shifted my hips and the grid outline on the screen performed the same movement, and suddenly it dawned on me that the grid form on the screen was *me*. Indeed, every move I made, the grid form made as well.

Numbers appeared on the screen as the grid form rotated, and it was clear the numbers represented measurements. The grid figure rotated again, looking very science-fictiony, and the numbers began to change. As they changed, the curves on the grid figure became visibly more enhanced. The hips widened slightly as the waist pinched in, and the buttocks swelled as well. This was all visible on the screen, and presumably to the television audience, but my actual body was unaffected.

I nodded to myself. My theory was right. It was simply special effects to entertain the masses.

Biff's voice suddenly boomed. "Alright, our ladies are in position and the measurements have been downloaded. All that is left is to..." Biff paused dramatically, cupping his ear.

"Push the button!" cried the audience.

Biff whirled his hand dramatically and re-cupped his ear. "I can't hear you!" he said.

"PUSH THE BUTTON!" screamed the audience.

"Are you saying I should push this big pink button right here?" asked Biff, as he stood at a console that had a huge bright pink button on its surface.

"PUSH THE BUTTON!" they screamed once more.

"Your wish," said Biff, "is my command!" And with that, he flipped open the clear hinged cover and pressed the huge pink button.

I gasped as the rubber pants hugging my hips and ass began to thrum. It felt like a current of electricity was passing through the tight shorts, and I realized I was unable to bend my knees or even move my legs voluntarily. Then the dildos filling my pussy and ass began to pulse, and I could feel my pussy and ass gripping those dildos tighter and tighter. My nipples hardened and I could feel my hips bucking helplessly, then horrible sensations of pressure and helpless sensory manipulations. I felt breathless, though not painful; more uncomfortable than anything else, like pins and needles in a foot and not being able to do anything about it. This continued for two or three minutes, and then the current abruptly stopped.

I leaned against the side of the mainframe, catching my breath, and I could tell something was different in my midsection. The cameras were off now, and I realized a man in a white lab coat- a doctor, I presumed- was going from station to station, checking each of us. The doctor saw me looking at him and he made a hand motion indicating that I should remove my rubber pants.

I stood up and slid the rubber pants down my hips, gasping as the dildos popped out of my orifices. Then I finally realized what the change was. The machine had done exactly what Biff had claimed it would do.

My hips were wider and rounder, and my waist had shrunk ridiculously small. My ass had swelled as well. It sounded like trite changes, but the visible effect was anything but. The muscle and skin tone around my hips and ass was remarkable, obviously firm and embarrassingly shapely, but invitingly soft as well. Then my cheeks reddened as I realized that my pussy was completely smooth and hairless. I glanced at Laura and Tonya and saw they had been affected similarly as well.

I took a few tentative steps forward and my hips swayed as I did so. Apparently these hips would only allow this type of walk. The doctor stopped me and took my temperature and checked my vital stats. He made several notations on his clipboard, then listened to my heart. Finally he nodded and declared that I had suffered no hardships from the transformations. The audience cheered appreciatively.

The moment all three of us were medically cleared, music began to play and the cameras came to life once more. Biff stood at center stage, speaking to the cameras.

"Congratulations to Tonya, Laura and Erica! Perfect female form is often measured by one's waist-to-hip ratio, you know, a measurement known as the WHR. Perfect beauty is usually considered to encompass a WHR between point seven two and point six eight. The lovely Angela Jolie has a WHR of point seven three, Jessica Alba a point seven zero, Vida Guerra a point six eight, Jennifer Lopez a point six seven and Raquel Welch a point six four. Although it was tempting to give you ladies a waist-to-hip ration of point five five, which is the WHR of the original Barbie doll, the brilliant scientists at Blonde Concepts have settled for giving you three a WHR of point six three, which is the reported ratio for Marilyn Monroe, one of the most famous bimbos in history!" Biff turned to the audience. "So, come on, bimbomaniacs, give it up for the girls as they sway their way to the accessory wheel!"

Shit. The accessory wheel. I had been so focused on my hips and waist that I had forgotten about the accessory wheel. Still, after getting my entire pelvis bimbified, how bad could an accessory be?

Tonya, Laura and I joined Biff on stage. Our swaying walks were tentative, as it was apparent the three of us were still getting used to our new embarrassing hips and waist. Biff led us to a large upright wheel. The face of the wheel was segmented, with various body parts represented. Biff turned back to the audience as he spoke to the camera.

"And here we are, ready for the first spin of the accessory wheel!" said Biff. "As you can see, the wheel is separated into several sections. This round is the piercing round, so each girl will spin the wheel to determine which part of their body will be pierced!" Biff paused as the audience burst into raucous applause. He waited for the cheering to fade before finally nodded to Tonya. "Tonya, if you would be so kind as to go first," he said.

Tonya did not appear to want to be that kind, but the firm presence of the tuxedoed beefcakes just outside the camera angle suggested it wasn't an option. Tonya stepped forward, still naked, and grabbed the wheel. She gave it a firm spin and then stepped back to see the result.

The wheel clacked rapidly for several seconds before it began to slow down. The sharp clicks became more and more spaced as wheel slowed. Finally, the wheel came to a complete stop. The audience began to buzz as Biff confirmed the result.

"Well, Tonya, it looks like you'll be getting your tongue pierced! Paul, tell Tonya about her brand new accessory!"

Game show music began to play as the unseen baritone filled the studio once more. "Certainly, Biff! Tonya, you'll be receiving a solid round stud embedded permanently in your tongue! Functional as well as decorative, your stud will be made with a special Blonde Concepts alloy called bimbanium that will enhance the sensations from your piercing and help provide pleasure for anyone who may be enjoying your mouth at any time. Congratulations, Tonya!"

The crowd began to cheer as Tonya was led away. It was obvious she wasn't happy, but she knew it could have been worse. As soon as Tonya was gone, an apprehensive-looking Laura took her place.

Laura grasped the spokes of the wheel and heaved. The wheel spun freely for several seconds before beginning to slow down. The clicking slowed and finally stopped as the wheel finally settled into position. Laura's cheeks colored as she saw the result.

Biff glanced at the wheel and became animated. "Well, an interesting result! Paul, tell Laura what she's earned!"

The unseen Paul's voice sounded instantly. "Certainly, Biff. Laura...you've earned a pierced clitoris! Yes, your most private hot button will soon be a permanent home to a bimbanium stud, allowing you extra sensation during your most intimate moments. It's the piercing that keeps on giving. Congratulations, Laura."

Laura's cheeks were red as she was led away to be pierced, her bare hips swaying. Tonya had indeed been lucky. Now, however, it was my turn.

My heart was beating in my throat. Naked, I stepped up and grasped the spokes on the wheel. I took a deep breath and heaved, spinning the wheel as hard as I could. I stepped back as the wheel spun freely for several heartbeats. Finally, the clicks became more and more distinct as the wheel slowed and finally stopped. I rolled my eyes at the result.

Biff glanced at the wheel and confirmed the result. "Well, Erica, it looks like you'll be sporting a pair of pierced nipples! Tell her about it, Paul!"

"Certainly, Biff! Erica, you'll be experiencing permanently hard nipples as you've just earned permanent bimbanium nipple rings! Yes, you can display your bimbo breasts proudly once they've been decorated with these lightweight, yet alluringly decorative rings. Congratulations, Erica!"

Biff had stepped over and was standing next to me, his arm around my bare shoulders. When Paul finished, Biff smiled once more for the cameras. "While our girls are backstage getting themselves pierced, we'll take a short break." The camera went dark then and Biff took his arm from my shoulders. Almost instantly, two of the tuxedoed beefcakes stepped over to escort me backstage. I could feel the eyes of the audience on my bare ass as I walked.

I was mobbed as soon as I got backstage. I felt a brush sliding through my hair, and a bottle of cold water was pressed into my hand. As I took a deep swallow of the cold water, I could feel a damp towel wiping across my nipples. Michael was there, barking orders to stagehands and directing the tuxedos to various settings. Then he turned to me.

"You are great! The greatest thing ever! The audience loves you, sweetie! Screw Chrystal Heights Idol, this is the big time right here, baby! Hot hot hot!" he said. Finally he stopped, apparently to catch his breath.

I rolled my eyes, then took another swallow of water.

Michael looked over my shoulder at something I couldn't see. Then, suddenly, he shrieked. "No! You fool! That goes in the middle of the maze, not the beginning! Focus! Focus!"

Two tuxedos took my arms then and Michael's voice faded as the beefcakes led me to a room. Inside the room, Tonya was sitting in a chair, her bare back facing me, while a lab-coated technician peered inside her mouth. Laura was there as well, leaning back in a chair that resembled the type found in gynecologists' offices. Laura's bare feet were in stirrups, and another lab-coated technician was kneeling between Laura's legs, apparently examining her clit. Television cameras were rolling, although they weren't live feeds. Footage for filling in later dead time, most likely.

I sat down at a station. Almost immediately a technician sat in front of me. He made a notation on a clipboard, then suddenly ran impersonal fingers over my nipples. I gasped in surprise, but suddenly realized that I hadn't felt his touch at all. I blinked, and the tech nodded.

"Yes," he said. "The topical local has set."

"That's great," I said. "What the hell did you just say, anyway?"

The tech laughed. "I said your nipples are completely numb, so you won't feel the piercing at all. Not right now, anyway. You might be sore later."

Belatedly, I realized that the stage crew must have rubbed the whatever the techie said on my nipples when I left the stage. I shrugged. Whatever.

***

My non-chalance ended five minutes later when I stumbled out of the room, eyes wide, with huge hoops permanently dangling from my nipples. I had barely felt the penetration, but I still felt chained and violated. My nipples were pierced! With huge hoops! Permanently!

My cheeks were burning. My heart was racing. My ass and hips were embarrassingly swelled and my nipples were permanently pierced. I was facing my ex-gang mates in a race against our dignity, and I was facing the ominous science of the ultimate bimbifiers...the scientists of Blonde Concepts.

One hour into the competition, one event...and I already realized that Blonde Concepts and the staff of Bimbomania had the technology and capability of bimbifying me. How could I possibly defeat Chrissie and the others when I was already beginning to feel like a silly bimbo?

NEXT: Part 2



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 02



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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Round Two

We were one event into Bimbomania, and Chrissie was the only one of us not affected yet. Michael, the young Asian man who was the backstage manager, had given us an hour to get used to our new piercings and bimbified midsections.

I was personally glad of the time. It would take me longer than an hour to get used to walking and moving with wider hips, a swelled rounded ass and a tiny pinched waist, but the hour would help. In particular, I needed to get used to the rings hanging freely from my nipples. Even if I won the whole thing, the rings were permanently attached to my nipples.

As I headed back toward the stage, I paused briefly to see how the event had affected our odds. Apparently a great deal of betting took place as to the final results of the show, and Vegas actively updated the odds after each event. Chrissie had opened as the early favorite at five-to-one odds, with myself and Laura tied at second with seven-to-one odds. Tonya had been last with nine-to-one odds. After the first event, however, Chrissie was now at three-to-one odds, with Laura behind her at five-to-one and Tonya still at seven-to-one. I had dropped to nine-to-one. Apparently the sight of the other three actively working together against me had convinced Vegas that I didn't have a chance.

I wandered toward backstage and noticed Chrissie, Laura and Tonya talking together. It was strange to see, considering that they were rivals once we were all back onstage, but at least they had a healthy attitude about it. With each other, anyway; with me, not so much. But that was to be expected, I supposed.

Chrissie looked at me as I walked by. She let her eyes drop to my bimbified midsection, then up to my newly pierced nipples, even though a loose top covered them. "Well, Erica," she said, "a nice start."

I gave her a flat stare. "Enjoy it, bitch," I said. "You'll look like this soon enough."

Chrissie gave me a smug smile. "Oh, you shouldn't knock it, Erica. It's a good look for you," she said.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the ten-minute bell sounded, so I didn't bother. We gathered backstage once more to change into the outfits for the next event. As we exited the changing rooms, we realized that, although each of our outfits consisted of a mini-skirt and knotted halter-top over a thong and bra, each of us displayed a separate color. Chrissie was once again in black, Laura was all in red, Tonya was in gold and I was once again in green. Stupid game show!

Michael was positively giddy as we emerged from the dressing rooms. "Great! Great! You guys look fantastic! Poise, ladies! Keep your poise! Laura, chin up! Make those eyes smolder! Shoulders back, Tonya! Show off those perky things! Chrissie, stick out that ass, girl! Shake what your momma gave you! Erica, for the love of Buddha, smile, honey! Smile! Oh! Good heavens, honey, stop smiling! You look positively ghastly! Go for mysterious instead!"

Chrissie rolled her eyes. We filed past the anxious Michael onto the stage, taking our places next to Biff, the host of Bimbomania. Biff had a cell of makeup-wielding assistants surrounding him like a giant carnivorous plant. Powder filled the air and within moments we were all coughing and fanning our faces. Someone turned on a giant backstage fan and suddenly the powder was gone, but so was any semblance of our hairstyles. Biff shrieked even louder than we did and the fan was quickly shut off. Another army of assistants rushed out with brushes and hairspray to fix our hair, and we were soon ready for the cruel spotlights once more.

*****

"Three and two and...go!"

"Hello, and welcome back to Bimbomania! I'm your host, Biff Brewster, and we're ready to begin the next round of television's best game show!" Biff indicated the electronic scoreboard. "As you can see, Christine has won the only event so far, the Catfight!" Biff paused as the crowd applauded. "So now we move on to the next event...the Obstacle Course! Or, as long-time viewers call it, the Strip'N Dip!"

There was an electronic hum and the high-tech stage began to shift. Sections of the stage slid away and were replaced by other sections with various objects on them. Bimbomania was very proud of the high-tech edge they brought to the game show genre, and the shifting stage was one area where that cutting edge technology shined. As the sections slid together, it soon formed an obstacle course with various challenges, including a stripper's pole, a trampoline, a pool with transparent sides and filled with a clear liquid, and a machine of some sort that was about waist high. The four of us glanced at Biff expectantly.

"Okay, ladies, here's what you're going to do!" said Biff. Suddenly a hologram of the stage set appeared in front of Biff. A dotted line showed our assigned path through the obstacles. "Each of you have your own path initially. At the sound of the bell, you will sprint forward until you get to the pole. You will stop at that point and remove your halter-top. Once you do that, you will twirl around the pole three times. Put your heart into it, ladies; you may be doing it for a living one day soon! Now, after the twirl, you will move down the path to the machine. Once there, you will remove your skirt and drop to your hands and knees. Notice the top is open? Well, any part of your body that goes above that height will disqualify you immediately. The only way to avoid that is by crawling through on your elbows and knees! Of course, the path through the machine is fifteen feet long, and as you go through the machine, mechanical arms will be activated, resulting in fifteen feet of spanking goodness! Once you exit the machine, you will race to the trampoline! Once there, you will remove your bra and then proceed to bounce for ten seconds. You must bounce a minimum height or face disqualification, so don't skimp on the bounce, cuties! At the end of ten seconds, the green light will flash and you'll race to the final obstacle...the pool of baby oil! The pool is the only common area for all the paths. While you are in the pool, you may not strike or gauge your opponents in any way, but anything else goes! So if one of your opponents is in front of you, feel free to tackle them! On the other side is a bell with a rope hanging from it. The first one of you to ring the bell wins this round! So, ladies, get ready to race!"

I fumed as I got into position. This was ridiculous! We had just gotten bimbified midsections and various piercings, and we were expected to race? This was not fair!

A bell sounded, and suddenly lights were flashing everywhere. I took off down the path, not stopping until I finally came to the golden pole. I whipped off my knotted halter-top, wincing slightly as I felt the pressure against my newly-pierced nipples. I dropped my top, grabbed the pole and twirled around three quick times. I let go of the pole and tried to dash away, but I stumbled and had to wait for the dizziness to pass.

Moments later my head cleared, so I made my way to the spanking machine. I stripped off my skirt, then dropped to my elbows and knees. I was still wearing a thong, but for all intents and purposes, my bare ass was in the air as I wriggled my humiliating way into the machine. If I got a chance, I was going to grab Biff by the throat and hold his head under the jello or baby oil or whatever the hell was in the pool.

I was wriggling my way through the machine when suddenly I gasped, my bare ass stinging. I had just been forcefully swatted by a mechanical hand! Then I gasped as I was spanked again, then again. My ass was burning! I wanted to stop to rub my poor bottom, but I had to move. I quickly wriggled through as those mechanical hands swatted me again and again. I finally emerged from the end of the machine and got to my feet, hands on my reddened, stinging ass. Stupid machine!

I made my way down the path to the next stop, the trampolines. I stripped off my bra, baring my newly-pierced boobs. I leaped onto the trampoline and began bouncing. The audience began cheering appreciatively as I bounced for the requisite time. The height I reached while bouncing let me see that I was the first one to the trampolines, so I had the lead heading for the final obstacle.

I leaped off the trampoline and raced for the pool of baby oil. I got to the edge of the pool and quickly stripped off my thong. Naked, I jumped into the tank.

The baby oil was approximately knee-high. I began wading towards the other side, trying to duck step, but suddenly something barreled into me from behind, and I fell face-first into the baby oil. I got to my knees, sputtering, completely covered in baby oil. Tonya was standing there, also covered with the lubricant.

Tonya tried to get around me, and I scrambled up and tried to grab her. She tried to pull away at the same time, and we both fell on our butts. Then Laura was there and suddenly the three of us were slipping and sliding all over as we tried to wrestle our naked way to the bell. The crowd was cheering exuberantly as the three of us put on what must have looked like an erotic wrestling match. I was mad at myself for doing exactly what the crowd had wanted, but there didn't seem to be any other way of getting to the rope.

Then the bell sounded, and suddenly lights and horns were going off. Naked and covered head-to-toe with baby oil, Tonya, Laura and I looked over at the rope. Chrissie stood there, naked and smirking, her fingers still gripping the bell pull.

Shit. Chrissie had won again.

Several beefcakes helped Chrissie out of the pool while the crowd went berserk with applause. They began to towel her off as Biff stepped up, thousand-watt smile in place.

"Congratulations, Christine!" he said. "Two events, two victories! What's your secret?"

Chrissie displayed a beatific smile. "Well, Biff, I just kept plugging away at it. I just knew that I wasn't going to quit, no matter what!"

"Well, Chrissie, you've won the right to watch your opponents go through the second level of Bimbomania bimbification! Paul, tell the girls and the audience what to expect!"

The unseen baritone came to life once more. "Certainly, Biff! Looking pretty makes you feel pretty, so Tonya, Laura and Erica, it's time for those bimbo staples. It's time to get your hair, nails and lip color done! Even now, Blonde Concepts' computers are analyzing your features to ensure the perfect color and style for your ultimate bimbo appearance. Blonde Concepts, where the only good bimbo...is any bimbo!"

Still naked and covered with baby oil, Tonya, Laura and I slowly exited the pool. The electronic scoreboard updated as we did so, and now read:

TonyaB...I...x...x...x

LauraB...I...x...x...x

EricaB...I...x...x...x

Christinex...x...x...x...x

Chrissie was still untouched and the rest of us now had to get a second level of bimbification. 

Several tuxedoed beefcakes escorted us towards the impromptu salon built backstage. The crowd applauded as we made our way out. Biff watched us go, then turned back to the camera.

"That's right, bimbomaniacs; when you come back, our girls will be showing off their new hairstyles, sexy nails and lovely lip color. What will the Bimbomania computer select for them? And what's the theme for this round's accessory wheel? You'll find out following these messages!"

***

Tonya, Laura and I were cleaned, then whisked off- naked- to separate salon stations. Although they were small, each station was a sleek, cutting-edge triumph of modern age machinery and hair treatment. At least, I hoped that was the case. This was my hair they were doing, dammit.

I looked at the station tech as I sat down. He was a big guy, with even larger muscles than the tuxedoed beefcake that had escorted me off the stage. He looked up from his monitor as I arrived, then nodded as I sat down.

"So you're the guy doing my hair?" I said, with as much attitude as I could muster. I couldn't believe I had to get my hair and nails done while naked. "You're not what I expected."

"I'm doing your nails, too," he said, in a gruff voice that sounded like it had a difficult time emerging from the guy's thick chest.

I raised my eyebrows. "You look more like a biker than a beautician," I said.

"I was a biker," he said. "This pays better."

"Oh," I said.

The tech continued looking at the monitor in front of him. Then he chuckled. "The computer finally decided on your look. You're going to be adorable," he said. "Sit back and lock your seat belt."

I leaned back in my chair and hooked the belt in the chair across my waist. The tech pressed a button and the belt tightened firmly across my recently-bimbified tight midsection. Then the chair leaned backwards as the huge head piece came down, although the headpiece didn't cover my head.

The tech circled around the workstation and brushed something onto my lips. He then began stroking some sort of vibrating hairbrush through my hair. It left my scalp tingling. Then he went over my lips with some sort of electronic pen. Finally, he nodded and drew the bowl down the rest of the way.

The bowl suction-sealed along my hairline, but apparently there was a little door, because the tech kept reaching in and arranging things. Several chemicals washed through my hair and over my scalp, and I could feel the tech's fingers in my hair repeatedly. This definitely wasn't your usual salon session.

He finally left the machine alone to work on my hair. The tech then flipped little slotted attachments up from the arms of the chair I was sitting in. He had me slide my fingers into the slots. I couldn't see, but apparently he had similar attachments on the footrest, because I felt something sliding over my bare toes. He must have pressed some buttons then, because I felt new machinery kick in and the slots tightened somewhat around my fingers and toes.

"Don't worry," said the tech. "It won't take long."

"Easy for you to say," I said. "It's not your hair."

He chuckled, then pushed a few more buttons. After several minutes, he checked his numbers. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he strapped some darkened goggles over my eyes and then lifted the bowl off my head. Then I could feel tugging and pulling on my hair, but the darkened goggles prevented me from seeing anything at all.

"I'm shaping your hair right now," he said. "I have to do something with all this extra length."

Extra length? Shit.

After an eternity, the goggles finally came off and my fingers and toes were freed from their respective slots. "Alright," said the biker/tech, "You're done." 

I stood up slowly. I could already feel lengths of hair on my shoulders and back, which was not a good sign. I looked down at my fingers and toes and shook my head, sighing. My fingernails were a good half-inch or so past my fingertips now. And, along with my toes, a bright, metallic hot pink. It was the sort of color a high-school girl would wear.

"Dammit," I said, "This is too fucking embarrassing."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that, honey," said the tech. "You haven't seen your hair yet."

Oh, that really didn't sound good.

My jaw tightened. I looked at the tech. "Do I want to see it, hair dresser guy?"

"My name is Roadkill. And I doubt you want to see it," he said cheerfully. He pressed a button. "I'm moving the mirror into place for you."

A full-length mirror slid out from the station and rotated into place directly in front of me. And Roadkill had been right.

I looked at my image with widened eyes. My brown hair was gone. It was now a bright golden blonde. But the color wasn't the only thing that had been changed. 

My hair was now gathered into two pigtails on the top of my head, each slightly back and to the side. These embarrassingly blonde pigtails went all the way down to my tiny waist. And my lips were the same embarrassing shade of metallic hot pink as my nails. Everytime I moved, my pigtails bobbed cheerfully. I looked like an adorable fetish model.

My heart was pounding. "Roadkill," I said, "Did you have to do such a damn good job?"

"What can I say?" he said. "I'm an artist. I love my work. The pigtails are permanent, by the way. That's part of what took so long. Your hair was being 'programmed' to grow like that, so to speak. You'll save a fortune on styling, but you can't change it. You'll stay adorable whether you like it or not. Heh."

I said some very unladylike things then. After I exhausted my vocabulary of swear words, Roadkill tapped his biker knowledge to offer me a few more, plus some variations of ones that I knew.

"You're a good student," said Roadkill. "You would have probably made a decent biker chick. I didn't give you all the possible words, though. I kept some in reserve."

"Kept them in reserve?" I said. "Why?"

"Because I haven't given you the outfit you get to wear yet."

***

I stomped my way back towards the stage, my pigtails bobbing. Roadkill had kept some very vicious swear words in reserve for me, and I was glad. I had used them moments after I was given my outfit. I was now wearing a red-plaid mini-skirt, a white blouse crop-top that was knotted just under my boobs, and white tights that stopped two inches lower than the hem of my mini-skirt. The bastards were playing my outfit to my hair and giving me a ditzy schoolgirl look. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Tonya and Laura were waiting for me so we could all go back onstage together. Their sullen looks told me they weren't any happier about their changes than I was. Then I realized their outfits were just as embarrassing as mine.

Laura's hair was still red, but it's auburn color truly shined now. Her salon tech had obviously realized that Laura already had good hair, so the tech simply amplified what she already had. Laura's hair was now completely straight, all the way down to her ass and her bangs were cut in a perfectly straight symmetrical line micro-spaces above her matching eyebrows. Not a single hair was out of place, and the color was breathtakingly spectacular. Laura's lips were a sultry deep red, and her fingers and toes were a perfectly matching shade. She was wearing a black choker around her throat, and a laced black bustier showed off her tiny waist and gave her cleavage. The white-fringed black miniskirt, along with the black fishnet stockings that came to just below the hem of her skirt, identified her outfit as that of a French maid. It was actually hot as hell on Laura, and that made me smirk.

Poor Tonya. She had had blonde hair, and her tech had taken it a step further. Tonya now had hair that was so platinum that it was actually white. Her hair had also been styled into truly big hair, which spilled over her shoulders and all the way down her back. She was going to be spending an hour a day just drying her hair. Bright red lips centered themselves in the middle of her blonde mass, and her fingers and toes were the same matching shade of red. Tonya's outfit consisted of stretchy, glittering sequins as she walked around in a Vegas showgirl outfit. I laughed, because between the hair and the outfit, Tonya probably looked the most like a bimbo of all of us right now.

Tonya and Laura glared at my laugh. Then they looked me up and down in an obvious way and smirked. 

"Sexy," said Tonya.

"Adorable," said Laura.

"Bite me," I said.

Michael held us by the stage door while we waited for the callback. The applause was overwhelming as Michael let us go back onstage one-by-one. Chrissie watched us come back, her eyes going over Tonya and Laura briefly, but lighting up when she saw me. She was obviously loving my helpless growingly bimbo look.




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 02



Biff was positively stoked at our return. "Welcome back, girls! You look great! Absolutely marvelous! And perfectly dressed for a trip to the Accessory Wheel!" Biff pantomimed an air guitar riff, and the audience burst once more into applause.

The Accessory Wheel. Again. Dammit.

We followed Biff to the segmented wheel. Previously it had been adorned with various body parts for piercing. It was still segmented with various body parts, but they were a little different now. Tonya, Laura and I looked at Biff expectantly.

"This is the erogenous zone more power round, girls! You'll spin the wheel, and whatever part your wheel lands on, those clever scientists at Blonde Concepts will hardwire for you as a new and or improved erogenous zone!" said Biff.

The crowd went crazy at Biff's words. Tonya, Laura and I looked at each other. What the hell was Biff talking about?

Biff indicated Laura to go first, so Laura shrugged her shoulders and stepped forward. She grasped the wheel spokes and gave it a spin. It wasn't a great spin, but the wheel clacked and rotated and finally slowed down. There was a brief pause, and then everyone began to cheer as the word "Nipples" flashed on the overhead display.

Biff said, "Well, Laura, you'll be getting a classic amp up! Paul, tell her what she's earned!"

That deep baritone sounded once again. "Certainly, Biff! Laura, you'll be getting a whole new slew of arousing sensations from your amped-up nipple receptions! Yes, just wearing a bra will have you squirming in need! Congratulations, Laura!"

A tuxedoed beefcake led Laura away. Tonya stepped up to the wheel looking a little less confident. She took a deep breath and gave the wheel a much stronger spin than Laura had. Tonya obviously didn't want to have super-sensitive nipples.

The wheel clacked repetitively for quite a while this time. Finally, the clacking slowed and then finally stopped. Tonya looked at the result and her face fell. The crowd went crazy, however, as the word "Vagina Bumps" appeared on the overhead display.

"Wow, Tonya, this certainly isn't your lucky day!" said Biff. "Paul, tell her about it."

"Certainly, Biff! Tonya, the clever scientists at Blonde Concepts are going to be giving you bumps in your vagina, which will be placed right next to your clitoris! Walking outside to get the mail will likely give you an orgasm! Congratulations, Tonya!"

Another beefcake led the shaken Tonya away. The crowd continued to clap for her long after she had left the stage.

That left me. My hand was shaking slightly as I reached for the wheel in anger, and perhaps a little in anxiety as well. I couldn't help it. The outfit, my hair, my nipple piercings, my hips...I was starting to get nervous. I took a deep breath, reached out and gave the wheel a spin.

The wheel clacked several times, then finally stopped. My eyes locked on the final result. The crowd erupted once more as the word "Lips" flashed on the overhead display.

"Well, this is interesting. Tell her about it, Paul!" said Biff.

"Certainly, Biff! Erica, your lips' sensitivity will be heightened, making eating and talking erotic experiences for you! Even telemarketers will be able to make you feel good now! Congratulations, Erica!"

Dammit.

A tuxedoed hunk led me offstage. I was led to a workstation and found myself once again with Roadkill.

"Hey, welcome back, cutie," he said.

"Don't make me kill you," I said.

Roadkill laughed. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'm putting conducive foil on your lips. This won't hurt. I'm strapping this band around your head for the actual hardwiring. There's going to be some buzzing and slight disorientation, but no real pain, alright?"

I grumbled, but there wasn't anything I could do. He strapped me up until I looked like Steph the Robot Girl, then ran wire to the foil tape on my lips. I felt like I was wired to go off. Then he stepped back and nodded.

"You look good. You look like Steph the Robot Girl," he said.

"You're not funny," I said.

"I know," he said, "But I'm the one who gets to push the button."

"What button?" I asked.

"This one," he said, and he pressed a button.

Everything blurred for a moment, then cleared. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, but that faded, and, except for a slight ringing in my ears, I felt fine.

"See?" said Roadkill. "Piece of cake."

I nodded. "No problem," I said.

Roadkill stepped over and slid the wires off the foil tape, then removed the helmet. Then he gripped one end of the foil tape to strip it off my lips. "Ready?" he asked. 

I looked at him strangely. What was the big deal about taking the tape off my lips? "Yeah, fine. Just do it already," I said.

Roadkill chuckled. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he said. Then he ripped the tape off my lower lip in one motion.

I gasped and came.

*****

The rest of whatever Roadkill did was too blurry for me to remember. My lips were so sensitive now that I would be reduced to a wet giggly mess every time I tried to eat.

"Don't worry, you won't have an orgasm every time you eat something. Well, not usually, anyway," lectured Roadkill. "Your new nerves are a little raw and sensitive right now, so your brain is still adjusting. It will eventually settle at pretty much the same level of sensitivity as your clitoris."

I nodded, long pigtails bobbing. I was too nervous to risk speaking yet. I was going to need a new thong before I went back on-stage.

Things were getting out of my control. My entire midsection had been bimbified after the first round, along with permanent nipple piercings. Now I had permanently long, blonde dangling pigtails and super-sensitive hot pink lips, plus permanently hot pink fingernails and toenails. Just two rounds in and I was already starting to look like a wet dream.

If I didn't do something soon, I was going to be way too distracted to beat Chrissie.

NEXT: Round Three



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 03



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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Michael greeted me with obvious relief.

"Oh! You're here! Great! Great! Where have you been? It's almost time to start! You look great! Where are the grips? Props! Get the props in place! Someone call Gary! The spotlight is too dull. Lights! We need lights, lights, lights! Glitter and pizzazz! This is big time, babies, and this is going to be the...best...show...ever!" The strain of show time was displayed on his face. Michael took his job as backstage manager very seriously.

I made a show of fanning myself. "Oh, wow, I'm hot. Feeling kinda faint, you know? Woozy. I think I need some water."

Michael's eyes widened and he shrieked. He twisted and shouted, "Water! Cold water for Erica right now! Get the smelling salts! Grab the crash cart!"

Then Chrissie said, "Knock it off, Michael. Can't you see she's teasing you?"

Michael paused for a second, looking at me. I nodded.

"She's right. I was just having some fun," I said.

Michael stalked away, muttering.

I turned to Chrissie. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper," I said.

Chrissie pitched her voice really high. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper!" Then she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," I said. Nothing like a little pre-show bickering to settle one's nerves.

Of course, I would have expected her to be in a better mood for Day Two. Chrissie was, after all, ahead of the rest of us by two letters. She had yet to experience any effects whatsoever, whereas Laura, Tonya and I had been through two levels of bimbification and two spins of the accessory wheel.

For my part, I wasn't going to give Chrissie the satisfaction of showing how royally pissed I was about my changes. My entire midsection had been bimbified, so my hips and ass were swelled and rounded, and my waist had been pinched in. My fingernails, toenails and lips were all the same shade of metallic hot pink, and my nipples were now pierced. The most embarrassing changes, however, were my hair, which was now permanently gathered into two long blonde pigtails that dangled from the top of my head all the way down to my waist, and my lips, which were now swelled and rewired into a super sensitive erogenous zone.

Tonya and Laura hadn't been much luckier. Tonya's hair was now big and platinum, and she looked like a bimbo stripper. Besides the bimboed midsection, she now sported a tongue piercing and bimbo red fingernails, toenails and lips. She had also received vagina bumps right next to her clit, and a simple ten-foot walk left her looking slightly dazed. Laura's red hair was long and straight, and her fingers, toes and lips matched it. She also had a bimbified midsection, and, although she didn't have vagina bumps like Tonya, she did have a pierced clit. Also, her nipples had been super sensitized, and the simple act of wearing a bra was giving Laura a dreamy look on her face. The three of us were turning into horny little bimbos, and Chrissie was going to run away with this thing if at least one of us didn't get it together soon.

We stood around without talking, with Laura, Tonya and I trying not to move too much. It was almost a relief when Michael rushed toward us, panting, "Five minutes! Five minutes! Biff is already out there, okay, sweeties? Five minutes! Big time, cuties! Best show ever!"

I put a hand to my forehead. "Oh! Woozy..."

Michael looked panic-stricken.

I grinned. "Kidding," I said.

Michael stalked away, muttering under his breath. The others gave me disapproving looks.

Soon we heard the music cue up, and then Biff was talking. "Good evening, and welcome back to Bimbomania! Our latest playoff matches members of the "Night at the Museum" gang against each other, and so far it's been an entertaining contest! Christine has been large and in charge with it, but she's not so far ahead that she can afford to relax. Nosireebob! Particularly since Day 2 is when we turn...up...the...heat! So, let's bring our girls back out for another day of bimbifying goodness. Girls, come on down!"

The tuxedoed beefcakes once more formed an honor guard of sorts as we entered the stage. We had each been given individual outfits to wear, and, although all the outfits consisted of a miniskirt, knotted halter-top and high heels, each exhibited an individual theme. Laura was introduced first, and she made her demure way out dressed in an adorable schoolgirl outfit, her perfect red hair swaying in step with her hips. Tonya was next, her mass of blonde hair flowing down her back. She was dressed in the glittery sequins of a stripper. I was introduced next, and I walked onstage with my long dangling pigtails bobbing in time with my cheerleader skirt. Chrissie was last. Her black hair wasn't as extreme as the rest of ours, but she was still looking adorably hot in her Sailor Moon anime outfit.

We were now gathered on stage. Various signs could be seen throughout the audience in support of one contestant or another. One sign stated, "LAURA = HOT HOT HOT!" Another sign said, "Tonya...blondes have more fun!" One half-wit held a sign that said, "Nice pigtails, Erica! Your IQ is HAIR today but gone tomorrow!" I obviously had an adoring public.

We listened to Biff drone on endlessly, but, finally, we got down to the business of the day...the next event.

"Alright, cuties," said Biff. "It's time! The next event is known by our regular viewers as the 'No Blow'." Biff paused as the crowd burst into applause.

While Biff waited for quiet, a girl wearing a sexy nurse's outfit walked over and stood next to him. Her crisp white uniform was tight and short, and her cleavage bulged through the V-neck. She was holding a pink injection gun and a cloth pack that appeared to hold four injection cartridges.

"This is Nurse Suzi," said Biff. "She had to change her name because the doctors got nervous working around anyone named 'Sue!' Right? Right?" Biff did a quick little soft-shoe as a drum rimshot sounded over the speakers. The audience groaned appreciatively.

Biff finished his dance step and smiled. "Well, enough of this frivolity. We've got some girls to bimbo! Now, ladies, here's what you'll be dealing with. Nurse Suzi is injecting you each with a secret hormone specifically created by those hardworking scientists at Blonde Concepts and linked to your individual chromosomal makeup. This hormone is concentrated to work specifically with your taste buds and in synch with your swallowing instinct as well." 

Suzi stepped up to Tonya and selected a cartridge. She popped the cartridge into the pink injection gun and moved Tonya's mass of blonde hair from the back of her neck. Then she pressed the business end of the injector against the base of Tonya's neck and pressed. Tonya jumped, a surprised look on her face, as a sudden 'pfft' of hair was heard. Suzi smiled and replaced the cartridge as she moved on to Laura.

"Now, this won't cause you any trouble by itself, although your food may taste a little, ah, strange for the next day or two. Nope, the true challenge comes in a different package." 

As Biff talked, the stage began to whirr and rotate once more, sliding smoothly into place. Behind Biff, a long transparent container came into view, fully the length across the back of the stage. The container was designed of completely see-through plastic. It was approximately eight feet high and about eight feet wide as well, and it had to be around one hundred feet long, although it was 'S' shaped, so as to be able to fit on stage. It was, for all intents and purposes, a transparent hallway. Inside the transparent hallway, at regular intervals, sat four of the beefcakes. Each beefcake was shirtless, although wearing the black tuxedo pants. They looked delicious. The four muscled men were receiving injections from women who were dressed in a similar manner to Suzi.

"Those hunks are receiving pheromone shots," continued Biff. "Those pheromones are geared to activate the hormones migrating to your mouth glands. The closer you get to those pheromones, the stronger the effect they have on you."

I felt Suzi's hand on my shoulder and sudden pressure against the back of my neck. I gasped and jumped as the hormones were air-injected into me.

"Oh!" I said, pigtails bouncing.

Biff flashed a grin, then continued. "The bottom line is this, ladies. The pheromones and hormones are specially designed by those clever fellows from Blonde Concepts, and the closer you get to the gentlemen, the more you are going to want to swallow their semen. You four are going to start at the beginning of the plastic hallway and walk through. You'll pass each gentleman as you do so, and, trust me, you'll feel the effects. Each gentleman has a stronger concentration of pheromones than the one before, so it'll get harder and harder to simply walk by. Once your lips have touched one of the gentleman's penises, then you have lost and will receive a letter and a trip to the accessory wheel! If you manage to make it through without stopping to dally, then you receive a pass for the round. As you can see, it is actually possible to have multiple winners this time!"

I began to feel the tingle of panic as I realized the nature of this event. My lips were super sensitive! This wasn't fair!

The sound of a ringing cell phone interrupted my panic attack. For the first time, I realized that Biff was carrying a sleek, colorful cell phone on his belt. The phone had a blinking red light that was flashing to the beat of the phone's ring. Biff made a show of answering the phone.

"Biff Brewster," he said.

Everyone watched breathlessly as Biff listened, then nodded. Finally, he turned and looked at me. 

"This is Mister Big. He is the ultimate authority on Bimbomania!" said Biff. The audience gave an awed clap.

Biff continued. "Mister Big is aware of your plight, Erica. And he is offering a deal of sorts.

A deal?

"Mister Big said you may have your lips numbed for the next event if you agree to have your eyebrows shaped and neuromuscularly repositioned into a higher arch."

The crowd began to buzz while I mulled over the offer. My lips were already tingling and, although I had full control of myself, I wasn't happy about trying to walk through that long hallway with my lips feeling like a hotbed of temptation. However, my eyebrows would be enhanced, making me look like a perpetually surprised ditz. A rock and a hard place. Dammit.

"Well, Erica?" said Biff.

I clenched my teeth. I couldn't afford another letter. "Alright, Biff. I'll take the deal."

The crowd applauded as he spoke dramatically into the phone. "Mister Big...Erica will take the deal!" He slid the phone back into place and put his arm around me, then turned to face the camera. "Erica is having her eyebrows enhanced so that she can numb her lips! Will this strategy help her win the event? We'll see the results of the enhancement and begin the next event when we come back!" Then the camera turned off and Biff deflated.

Two tuxedoed beefcakes quickly escorted me backstage. Once again I found myself sitting across from Roadkill, the ex-biker techie who had earlier done my hair and nails.

"Hello again," he said.

"Grrrrrrr. Hello again," I said.

"Open up," he said. 

I opened my mouth and he laid strips of thin metal mesh along my top and bottom lips. The adhesive on the strips held them in place.

"Press your lips together. Good...you'll feel current running through the strips, and it will feel weird, but it can't hurt you. While that's happening, I'm setting the neuro-strips on your eyebrows for restructuring. This won't hurt either, but it's going to feel buzzy up there while it's happening."

I felt Roadkill pressing something against my eyebrows. Then his fingers were gone, but I could still feel the strips. Then I gasped as I felt current running through both sets of strips. Roadkill was watching a monitor that appeared to have my eyebrows showing onscreen, and he was using the mouse to change the shapes on the screen. As he did so, I felt an increase in the sensations in my eyebrows. It was making me feel light-headed, and I began breathing deeper to avoid feeling nauseous.

I was really starting to feel dizzy, but all at once, it stopped. Roadkill removed the strips, and, judging by the way the strip removal didn't cause me to explode into orgasm, I deduced that my lips were indeed not the super sensitive sources of embarrassment they had been earlier. For now, anyway. I nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you, Roadkill. Much better."

The muscular Roadkill chuckled. "Don't thank me yet, babe," he said, handing me a mirror.

I swore. I had known they were going to adjust my eyebrows, but my eyebrows were so arched and rounded now that the effect even caused my eyes to be opened just slightly wider than normal. I looked stunned. Grrrrrrrr!

I was escorted back onstage, and the camera came back to life. Chrissie had to step just outside the pan range of the camera, as she couldn't stop laughing at my perpetually surprised look. I really wanted to hurt her.

Biff put his arm around my shoulders and showed me off to the home viewers. "Welcome back, Erica! Our techs certainly did excellent work!" The crowd applauded.

Biff finally released me and I stomped my way behind Laura.

"Alright, girls, it's time to get ready," said Biff. "Let's make our way over to the hallway entrance."

We walked to the entrance of the transparent hallway. The hallway was actually a sealed rectangular cube, apparently with its own air supply. It was designed to keep the air in, presumably so the "pheromones" or whatever the hell Biff called them couldn't escape. I mentally shrugged. It sounded more like a head game than anything else. There was probably some gas or something in there that would make us dazed or giggly, and the viewers and Biff could get off thinking we were getting horny. Whatever. I had taken care of any risk I had when I had agreed to let them numb my lips, so I wasn't actually worried about this one. A small part of me actually wished it was true in the sense that watching Chrissie get helplessly horny and start giving a guy a blowjob on national television would have been absolutely the best thing ever. 

They herded the four of us into the first section of the hallway, then closed the door behind us. Since the door, like the walls, was transparent, they could still see us, of course, and we could see them. As we watched, they locked the door. The only way out of this cubed hallway was the door on the other end. All we had to do was walk there past the four supposedly hopped-up-on-pheromones guys.

We could see the first guy sitting in a chair one section over, maybe twenty or thirty feet from us. The funny thing was, it seemed like we could smell him from where we were, but in a good way. In fact, that scent was actually making my mouth water. The others wriggled a little bit, and I had a feeling the scent was having a similar effect on them. We all breathed in a little deeper, and suddenly nipples were springing up and thighs were being pressed together.

Holy shit, this guy smelled good. We all took a tentative step forward, and our hips were already beginning to wriggle. I could feel my tongue sliding over my numb lips. I could actually picture this guy's cock in my mouth, and gawd, that was exactly what I needed. 

And that was when the beefcake stood and ripped his Velcro pants off in a single move. His glorious cock stood at attention for the world's and ours' viewing pleasure.

My reverie was snapped by Tonya's outcry. Tonya dashed toward the beefcake, and that had the effect of opening the floodgates. As one, we all ran for the suddenly frightened beefcake. His eyes widened and he backed up, then turned to run for the far door, but it was too late. The wave of bimbified women swept over him, and he was buried in an avalanche of wet, slurping mouths. The beefcake was no longer visible under the licking, slurping, fighting women writhing on top of him, each trying to slide their mouths over his thick member.

Because of her head start, Tonya had reached the naked beefcake before the rest of us, and that gave her the advantage. Tonya had her lips wrapped firmly around the man's thick shaft, and she held his hips so tightly that it was impossible to dislodge her. The rest of us had a moment of panic so intense that it appeared we would physically attack Tonya. Then it occurred to us nearly simultaneously that there was another man not far away...and he had a penis.

Laura was in the best initial position and was a step ahead of Chrissie and I. Despite our high heels, we sprinted down the plastic hallway toward the second beefcake. The second beefcake had seen his compatriot disappear under the pile of women and had started down the hallway to help his colleague, but now he back-pedaled quickly as he realized we were racing in his direction. He turned to run, but he stumbled over his feet momentarily, and that was all we needed. Laura grabbed the back of his pants, which, being held together with Velcro, came off in her hands, leaving him naked. That slowed him enough that we were able to catch him from behind and tackle him to the ground. He tried to crawl away on his hands and knees, but our combined weight stopped him. We rolled him to his back, but it was Laura who managed to slide her mouth over his cock. Her head began to bob up and down as she sucked his member desperately. 

Chrissie and I shrieked in frustration, realizing that this semen-wielding cock was unavailable as well. We were preparing to push Laura away when we became suddenly aware of the heady scent indicating that two more lovely penises had arrived. The last two beefcakes, apparently realizing what was happening, had arrived to help control the situation. This was fine with Chrissie and I.

I dropped to my knees in front of the man on the left while Chrissie ripped the pants off the guy on the right. I reached out and pulled the waistband of the pants in front of me and I was rewarded with the static sound of Velcro parting. I caught my breath as the cock in front of me hardened inches from my warm, wet mouth. Next to me, Chrissie's black hair was already bobbing back and forth.

I shuddered as I slid my mouth over the head of that cock, and I wrapped my lips tightly around that shaft. Everything else was simply background noise as the taste of that cock filled my mouth. My mouth was wet and tight, and I slid my lips up and down that shaft. My breathing was ragged as I felt his cock hardening even more in my mouth, and suddenly I saw flashes of color as hot cum began to fill my mouth. My eyes widened and I squealed around his cock as I orgasmed, a series of hot, shuddering, twitching climaxes that wracked my body as my belly filled with hot cum. Even with my belly full, however, I couldn't stop, and my vision blurred as I felt myself pulled away from that hot, luscious cock.

*****

Twenty minutes later we were back on stage, although we were much more subdued at this point. We looked at the ground, our cheeks still flushed from our exertions. Well, mostly from our exertions. Biff was explaining to the audience why we had gone berserk.

"Well, that certainly was a sight to see! It seems the tech that performed the calculations for the injections accidentally shifted a decimal point in the wrong direction, and as a result, our girls received far more hormones than they were supposed to, along with the gentlemen receiving far too many pheromones. The effect on our girls was simply spectacular, though, wouldn't you say? Unfortunately, it was far more than their poor little addled minds could handle, and, therefore, we have no winners for this round. Christine shall receive her first round of Bimbomania bimbification, and the other girls will receive their third! And then...the accessory wheel! Paul, why don't you tell the girls what they can expect?"




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 03



The unseen Paul's baritone sounded throughout the studio. "Certainly, Biff! Congratulations, girls...you are about to receive one of the universal accessories for bimbos...enhanced breasts! Yes, your breasts will now be swelled to the soft, lovely plumpness that adds so much to your bimbo appearance! Congratulations, Tonya, Laura and Erica!"

Oh, shit. My boobs. Dammit.

Biff was smiling as the stage behind him began to shift again. "That's right, girls, it's cleavage time! And Chrissie, I'm sorry to say your streak of wins has come to an end, but, heck, you can't win 'em all!"

I rolled my eyes while Biff babbled. Jerk.

A machine on the rotating stage had come to a halt not far behind Biff. It was sleek and modern looking, and had what appeared to be showerheads projecting from the front, although at different heights. A techie with large glasses appeared to be busy with various dials and settings. While he was doing that, a brunette in a micro-dress walked out holding a tray with three pink cups on it. She passed out the cups to Laura, Tonya and myself.

I was not happy as I drank the beverage. We were all being penalized because of a stupid techie mistake! Grrrrrrrr. My only satisfaction was that Chrissie looked even more pissed off than I was. Her face was dark and she practically stomped her feet as she was led backstage to get her midsection bimbified. Losing the event, as well as losing control and giving a blowjob on national television, had put Chrissie in quite a bad mood. Heh.

"Alright, girls, right this way!" said Biff. He walked toward the machine and finally stopped next to the showerhead projections. "Erica, if you would be so good as to step in?"

I clenched my teeth, but there was no way out of it. I stepped under the largest showerhead projection, which put me between two more projections that were approximately waist high. Laura and Tonya watched me with wide eyes while Biff circled to the other side of the machine. The techie continued to set buttons and spin dials. Apparently swelling boobs was only slightly more complicated than launching the space shuttle.

"Erica, Laura and Tonya have each just finished drinking a preparation formula that is aligning their bodies for the coming changes," said Biff. "The information has been programmed into the machine, and we are all-systems-go! Are you ready, Erica?"

"Yeah, whatever," I said.

"Then let's make some bimbo booooooooooooooooobs......!" said Biff.

I wanted to strangle him, but I forgot about Biff a moment later as a sudden high-pitched whine sounded. I couldn't see anything, but the air suddenly seemed very thick, and I had tunnel vision. This went on for several heartbeats and I was starting to get dizzy and a bit nauseous. Then it stopped, and everything was absolutely quiet. I blinked for a moment, then took a tentative step away from the machine. As soon as I took the step, a weight on my chest shifted up slightly, then settled back into place. A downward glance confirmed what I already suspected. I now had huge fricking tits.

The crowd went crazy as soon as it became apparent that my boobs had indeed been enhanced. The front of the stretchy cheerleader top absorbed the growth readily enough, but the neckline was low, and I had so much cleavage, you could practically hear echoes in there. Every move caused them to jiggle slightly.

"Congratulations, Erica!" said the unseen Paul. "You've become the recipient of a firm pair of E-sized breasts! Naturally swelled, they're earth friendly, and when used in tandem with your bimbified hips and waist, you now have the classic bimbo form! So congratulations from Blonde Concepts, where bimbos never go out of style!"

I crossed my arms over my heavy boobs as Laura was led to the machine. The cheers swelled as the high-pitched whine sounded once more. Laura continued to be a crowd favorite, and the excitement of her getting enhanced breasts was creating electricity amongst the audience. One section was even standing and chanting, "Laura! Laura! Laura!" even though she had lost the event.

Laura soon exited the machine sporting her new bimbo boobs, and her face was nearly as red as her hair as she tried to adjust to the new erotic weight. Meanwhile, Tonya was led to the machine for her turn. As Tonya was getting into a place, a wave of applause informed us that Chrissie had just returned to the stage.

Chrissie immediately looked at my chest. Despite her obvious irritation with the bimbified state of her midsection, she laughed openly at my embarrassingly stacked condition. I did get a little satisfaction by glancing at her now tiny waist and wide rounded hips and giving her my best bitchy smirk. Still, I was a good two steps further along than her, and we both knew it.

I was hoping they'd go to a commercial break, but instead the cameras followed us as we made our way back to the front of the stage. It was obvious that Laura, Tonya and I were trying to get used to moving with these ridiculously big boobs, and the producers were apparently making sure the home viewers got to enjoy our efforts. 

I would die before I admitted it, but this boob growth was really getting into my head. I could feel my nipple piercings even more now, and I felt embarrassingly stacked. I was sure the entire studio and everyone at home was staring at my chest, and now the sensations were beginning to return to my lips, making me even more self-conscious. The feeling of being bimbified was becoming overwhelming. I was not having a good day.

Paul and Biff droned on for several minutes about various Bimbomania events and past shows and other stuff I wasn't listening to. Because I wasn't listening, I missed whatever it was Biff said that made the audience cheer. Belatedly, I realized that Biff and the other girls were staring at me strangely.

"Huh?" I said. The audience laughed, thinking I was pantomiming a bimbo.

Biff, who wasn't fooled at all, smiled even bigger. "I said, are you ready to spin the Accessory Wheel once more, Erica?"

"Oh!" I said, though hopefully in a sweet and charming way. I had forgotten about the damn wheel again. Grrrrrr! "Ah, yeah, sure, Biff," I said, though likely not as sweet and charming as the previous answer.

"Excellent!" said Biff. "This way, girls!"

We followed Biff to the wheel once more. The Accessory Wheel had previously had various body parts in the various slots, which had resulted in our various piercings and our newly acquired erogenous zones. The slots had new listings now, and I didn't understand several of them.

"Welcome back to the Accessory Wheel, ladies! This time around, the wheel theme is 'lower body, babe.' Christine, since this is your first trip to the Wheel, you have the honor of spinning first!"

Chrissie's face was thunderclouds as she stepped forward and spun the wheel with obvious attitude. The wheel clicked continuously for quite a while before finally slowing down. The clicking became more distinct, and finally the wheel stopped, settling on a slot entitled, "Spread n' Ready."

Chrissie blinked. "What the [NETWORK CENSORED] is 'Spread n' Ready?'"

Biff laughed. "Well, we're glad you asked, Christine! Paul, why don't you tell Christine what she's just earned?"

"Certainly, Biff!" said the still unseen Paul. "Christine, there's more to being a good bimbo than just looking good. Body language is just as important! So you will get to undertake the joys of neural redirection with the fine technicians from Blonde Concepts! When they're finished with you, every time you sit down or bend over to pick something up, you'll be sending unspoken messages to everyone! Even standing in place, you'll be speaking without opening your mouth. Congratulations, Christine!"

There was sudden silence. Finally, Chrissie turned to Biff. "Biff, what the hell did Paul just say?"

There was laughter, and Biff covered the microphone for a moment and said to Michael, "Make sure that line makes the season DVD set, alright? Maybe a blooper clip. Better yet, a quick radio spot." Then he uncovered the microphone and said, "That's right, Christine. Now, every time you sit down, your knees will automatically pop apart like like charges, baby, and if you drop something, you will automatically bend over to pick it up, but you will bend over from the waist, with your ankles at least...shoulder...width...apart!"

Finally understanding what the hell was going to happen to Christine, the audience cheered long and hard. Chrissie had lost only one event, but she was quickly catching up in embarrassment. She fumed as she was led away.

"Alright, Laura," said Biff. "You're next! Step up and spin the wheel!"

The redhead stepped up and gave the wheel a half-hearted spin. It clicked for several seconds, but soon slowed down and settled. As the wheel settled, the crowd cheered enthusiastically, apparently liking the result.

"Congratulations, Laura!" said Paul. "You've just earned yourself a special appointment with a Blonde Concepts shaping engineer, where you can expect your Achilles tendons to be altered and your arches to be permanently fixed. Unless you're on your knees, you'll be showing off that lovely bimbo bottom in high heels. Yes, high heels will now be a permanent accessory for your wardrobe!"

The crowd cheered themselves hoarse, apparently approving of Laura's result. As she was led away, Tonya stepped up to the wheel with a scowl. Her enhanced breasts bobbed and jiggled, and, complemented by her platinum hair, really drove the bimbo stripper image home. She grabbed the wheel and spun. The wheel clicked furiously for several seconds before finally slowing and stopping. Once again, the crowd cheered.

Biff glanced at the result, then nodded. "Well, now, one for the foot fetishists out there! Paul?"

"That's right, Tonya! You will be neuroaltered in a special Blonde Concepts' procedure that will treat the soles of your feet and also affect your feet's reaction to encasement. You have just become a permanently barefoot blonde! Congratulations, Tonya!" 

That news did nothing to improve Tonya's demeanor, and Biff covered his microphone to prevent it from picking up Tonya's colorful verbal reaction. She was quickly escorted from the stage, her heavy boobs jiggling.

That left me. I was still embarrassed by my performance on national television while under the influence of the hormones, so I gave the wheel a fairly hostile spin. The clicking continued for quite some time before finally settling. I glanced at the wheel questioningly.

"What the heck is a CFM walk?" I asked.

Biff gave me a big smile, then glanced at the ceiling. "Paul?" he said.

"A good bimbo doesn't use walking just to get from place to place, Erica. A good bimbo walk is free advertisement! So you are going to be given an erotically heated CFM walk...a 'come find me' walk! Congratulations, Erica!"

The crowd went crazy. I was not amused. Bimbomania was not going well for me.

*****

Once again I found myself in the back. This one took longer, however, and several techies this time. Apparently walking was considered a very complex movement, and the coordination involved required careful planning. There was no pain or discomfort involved, at least. In fact, I didn't feel any different at all. 

Granted, I was quite distracted by my huge boobs. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. My pierced nipples were consistently hard, and every little move I made seemed to cause inadvertent jiggling. It was all very distracting. I could finally understand why big-boobed girls always seemed so ditzy. They were busy having big boobs.

The techies finally turned their array of gizmos off and stepped back. They nodded at me, indicating I was finished. I stepped away from the machine and then took several tentative steps forward.

Uh oh.

It took me a few steps to realize what they had done, and it would likely take me several minutes to get used to it. The alterations to my movement were subtle, but the effects were quite visible. Every step I took, my lead foot was now crossing over slightly and being placed directly in front of my other foot in a toe-to-heel fashion, although spaced farther apart. Also, every forward step I took, the corresponding hip rolled practically ninety degrees.

The end effect was very much a slut-in-heat walk. My hips rolled and my ass was wriggling, and a simple ten-foot walk made me look like I was begging for it. I wanted to break that damn Accessory Wheel over Biff's stupid head.

My only consolation was that Chrissie appeared to have it even worse. As I practiced my new walk, I could see the others going through therapy or whatever the hell it was called, and Chrissie did not appear to be happy. The techies were dropping things in front of her and she kept bending over to pick them up, but she kept bending over from the waist instead of bending her knees. The effect was hysterical, because her little sailor moon skirt would ride up each time, baring her thonged ass.

I practiced for several more minutes, and I soon realized that no matter how I tried to get around it, I couldn't stop walking like a slut-in-heat. My boobs were jiggling at every step and now my lips were becoming sensitive again. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate.

My room for error had disappeared. I had to start winning events, and fast.

NEXT: Round Four



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 04



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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Crime and Punishment: Bimbomania!

Round Four

By: Chrystal Wynd

I couldn't stop my boobs from jiggling.

I sighed. My CFM walk- they said it was short for "come find me," but I knew it was really "come fuck me"- was too complex for me to overcome. My whole body was involved, and that included my shoulders. The final effect was that my boobs were jiggling when I walked, whether I liked it or not. It was subtle, but unmistakable. Of course, a lot of people wouldn't notice because they'd be too busy watching my bimbified hips and ass wiggle like I was a slut-in-heat. Grrrrrrrrrr.

It was a few minutes before we were due back on stage. There were a lot of people running around, but everyone was staying out of our way. Even Michael was avoiding us. I could hear him shrieking about a burnt-out light bulb on stage.

I glanced up at the electronic scoreboard. It read:

TonyaB...I...M...x...x

LauraB...I...M...x...x

EricaB...I...M...x...x

ChristineB...x...x...x...x

Chrissie had finally earned a letter, but the rest of us were still two letters behind her.

I finally spotted Chrissie, Tonya and Laura standing together. It was actually sort of funny seeing dark-haired Chrissie and blonde Tonya together. Chrissie was several inches taller and less bimbified overall, and in her heels, Chrissie towered over the busty, barefoot Tonya. Quite a study in contrast. Meanwhile, Laura was stunning in her growing bimbification. Her expanded boobs took away from her sleek socialite look, but she now looked like a gorgeous beach bunny. Of course, I wasn't one to talk...with my long pigtails I had to look like a fetish model.



Chrissie smirked as I walked to them, hips rolling. 



"Nice walk," she said. "That should get you laid tonight."

I gave her a look. Then I noticed a pen sitting on a table, so I picked it up and dropped it in front of her. "Oops!" I said. Chrissie instinctively bent over to pick up the pen. Because of her new programming, she helplessly bent over at the waist, her rounded ass sticking up. I gave her a slap on the ass that made her jump and yelp.

She landed clutching her ass. "You bitch!" she said.

I gave her my best bitchy smile. "Oh, you know you liked it."

Chrissie flushed and stepped forward. Tonya scurried out of the way on her bare feet, her red toenails flashing, and Laura clicked her way clear. I smiled mirthlessly and gave Chrissie an inviting look. Then, suddenly, Michael was standing between us.

"Save it for the stage, you butchy things!" he said. "Five minutes! Five minutes!"

I shrugged. "Fine," I said. Then I smirked. "Nice ass, by the way."

Chrissie looked pissed. "Kiss my ass, bitch," she said.

"Nice comeback," I said, but my heart wasn't in it. The tension had passed, and it was almost time for the show to resume. Then we heard the warning bell ring, so we filed back onstage.

The makeup team pulled away and the camera began rolling just as we gathered next to Biff. Biff put on his bright smile once more and began babbling.

"Welcome back to Bimbomania, the best game show in the entire world! We're ready to start the second half of our show today. Let's have a big hand for our girls!" The audience applauded as Biff gestured towards us. Then he began speaking earnestly.

"Alright, I'm sure everyone is anxious for the next event, but first, we'd like to share a moment for your entertainment!" The stage behind Biff began to shift and whirr. The plastic hallway that had served as a blowjob chamber for the previous event slid into view once more. Inside the plastic chamber were the same four beefcakes that we had practically assaulted earlier. A dark-haired woman in a white lab coat was kneeling between the legs of the first beefcake, and her mouth was stroking up and down his hardened cock desperately.

"That is Nancy. She is a twenty-nine year old engineer for Blonde Concepts, with a PhD in pharmaceuticals. She is also the one who performed the miscalculation for the previous event that resulted in our competitors going berserk on our resident studs. We here at Bimbomania are committed to quality, and Nancy understands this. As such, she is being disciplined for her error by being injected with the very same hormones that were injected into our young ladies. As you can see, it is having a similar effect on Nancy." 

Nancy's lips were wrapped tightly around the beefcake's cock, and his shaft disappeared deeper and deeper into the engineer's mouth. It was obvious the scientist woman wasn't used to sucking cock, but her desperate bobbing over the thick shaft suggested she was learning quickly.

While this was going on, another person in a white lab coat walked out on stage. At first glance, I thought the person was female, due to the large breasts that were obvious despite the lab coat. Then I realized it was actually a male.

Biff smirked. "And this is Jeffrey. Jeffrey is Nancy's supervisor, and he is therefore ultimately responsible for the error as well. For your viewing entertainment, Jeffrey has been temporarily altered. Jeffrey will be carrying a full rack for a few weeks in the hope that it will remind him that, here at Bimbomania, quality is a priority."

The crowd was silent for a moment. Then, abruptly, applause swept through the studio. Jeffrey turned to leave the stage, and the resulting jiggle caused another wave of applause.

Biff gave the departing Jeffrey a half-wave. "Good luck, Jeffrey," he said. "Make sure you find a good bra!" The crowd laughed appreciatively.

Biff turned back to the audience. "Okay," he said. "Let's get back to business! Since our girls showed so much enthusiasm, and it was such a big hit with the fans, our next event will be orally based once again, particularly since our initial oral event was somewhat skewed. It will be slightly expanded this time, however." The stage whirred and shifted once more. Nancy was still visible as she now sucked the second stud's cock, but she was further back. Next to the blowjob chambers but closer to the front of the stage were more transparent chambers. There were four sets of chambers approaching the front of the stage. Each set consisted of three round chambers pressed together, although one had to pass through a door to get from one chamber to the next. The first and last chamber of each set had a beefcake inside, while the middle chamber of each had one of the female "nurses" inside.

"Okay, here's how it works," said Biff. "The studs and cuties inside those chambers are wired to the computer. Now, an orgasm creates a specific electronic signature. The four of you will have your wrists handcuffed behind your back to ensure that you use only your mouths to make them orgasm. As soon as it registers that the stud or cutie is having an orgasm, that will trigger the door to open in 20 seconds. You must swallow the ejaculate before you can enter the next section. Not swallowing will result in a severe time penalty. The final section, of course, doesn't have a door to be triggered, but the studs are still wired. When the final stud orgasms, the computer registers the time. The first one who brings all three people in their chamber to orgasm with their mouth wins the round!"

"Fuck!" said Chrissie, and, for once, I agreed with her. "This is bullshit!" she said.

Biff's smile grew strained, and suddenly the camera switched off. A voice from the control booth informed Biff he had sixty seconds. Biff looked at Chrissie.

"I understand your frustration, Christine, alright? However, you need to watch your language. This is a family show," said Biff. "Also, remember you are here by court order. If you refuse to perform in an event, it's like not showing up for court or not reporting for your probation check-in. In other words, you are then technically a fugitive, and we are completely within our rights to simply drag you to the bimbo throne and fry your brains. So, cooperate or not, it's up to you, but now you know what will happen if you don't. Christine- and the rest of you- do we understand each other?"

Christine and the rest of us nodded, our eyes wide. Hearing the flamboyant Biff speak so tough was disconcerting. 

Biff nodded. "Good," he said. Then he thumbed his phone. "Alright, ready on stage," he said.

"Three and two and...go!"

Biff's smile locked in. "Welcome back to Bimbomania! Our momentary technical difficulties have been fixed, so let's get started with our next event! Ladies, to your chambers!"

Biff's harsh words still ringing in our ears, we made our ways to our individual chambers. The beefcake in the chamber directly in front of me gave me an easy smile as I got into position just outside the door of the chamber. Several members of the crowd began to whistle and cheer as several pretty girls walked out with handcuffs dangling from their fists. Those cheers increased as our wrists were cuffed behind our backs. This was not going to be easy.

"Alright, girls...get ready...get set...and...go!"

Biff pushed a button and the chamber doors all slid open. I tried to dash inside but learned quickly that running in high heels with your wrists cuffed behind you wasn't a good idea. I dropped to my knees in front of the waiting beefcake, who parted his legs with a friendly smile. Unable to use my hands, I leaned forward and sucked the stud's cock into my mouth. Fortunately, I could feel him hardening almost instantly in my mouth, so soon I was able to wrap my lips tightly around his cock and slide my wet mouth up and down his shaft. I paused only for an instant when I realized there was a television camera just outside the transparent cube, and it was focused on me...specifically, it was aimed at my mouth going up and down the stud's cock. I put it out of my mind instantly, though. I had to.

Not being able to use my hands was frustrating. I had to make all my adjustments based only on what I could sense through my mouth. Unfortunately, that was very difficult to do because my lips were so sensitive. I was trying to concentrate through helpless orgasms. It would have been devastatingly hot if it weren't for the high stakes. I struggled to keep my balance, but finally I got a good rhythm going. After several minutes I was rewarded with distinctive squirming from the stud. A sudden burst of applause alerted me that one of the others had just finished with their first stud, but I didn't stop to think about that, as suddenly my mouth was filling with hot cum. My eyes widened even more, but then I began swallowing the stud's cum as fast as he filled my mouth. Finally he leaned back, apparently satisfied, and the door to the next part of the chamber slid open.

Unable to wipe my mouth, I got to my feet and went to the next section. A pretty dark-haired girl gave me a sultry smile; then her eyes dropped to her pussy. There was no way around it if I planned to win this event, so I steeled myself and dropped to my knees once more. She parted her thighs, allowing me full access to her pussy. My wrists were still cuffed behind me, so I pressed my mouth against her sex and slid my tongue inside, searching for her clit. Then, on nation television, I licked that girl with heated determination. My lips were still sensitive, however, and I shuddered and moaned into that girl's pussy. It was humiliating as hell, but I couldn't help it. I was wet and squirmy and orgasming so hard that I nearly missed the girl's orgasm. I finally realized that the door had opened, and, exhausted and aching, got to my feet once again.

By now, I had tunnel vision. My lips were so tender and sensitive that running my tongue across my lips was making me shudder. The dark-haired girl's juices covered my cheeks and my belly was full of cum already. I had no idea how I was going to do this. I couldn't do it. I couldn't. But, somehow, I dropped to my knees again. I breathed in and out several times, then wrapped my lips around the beefcake's cock.

My hips bucked helplessly as I stroked my mouth up and down that shaft. My nipples were so hard it was ridiculous. My jaw ached and I was pretty sure my mouth would be locked in blowjob position forever. By now I was taking the stud's cock all the way into my throat, my lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, and it was working. He was wriggling and I could feel his cock getting harder and harder in my mouth. Suddenly the audience burst into raucous applause, cheering and stomping, and then the stud was filling my mouth with hot cum. I swallowed desperately, making sure not to miss a single drop, as I did not want to be penalized any points at all. Finally, belly full, I sat back on my heels to catch my breath.

The crowd was still cheering. I looked around at the others. Lara's luscious long red hair was still bobbing between a stud's thighs, her cheeks puffed out. On the other side of my chamber, Chrissie's black hair could be seen still bobbing as well, her hands still cuffed behind her as she struggled to keep her timing. Yes, Chrissie couldn't win! So far, so good. That just left Tonya. I looked over at her chamber, which was on the other side of Laura's. And that's when my heart fell.

Tonya's chamber was lit up. She had finished before me. I had lost another event.

*****

"Congratulations to Tonya for winning the Tongues of Glory event! Christine, Erica and Laura, you three have earned another level of Bimbomania Bimbification and anther trip to the Accessory Wheel! Paul, why don't you tell them what to expect?"

The unseen Paul's baritone sounded once again. "Certainly, Biff! Christine, you'll be getting your hair and nails done, as this is only the second level for you, but Laura and Erica, you will be entering the upper levels of bimbification. You'll be getting a Bimbomania sex drive enhancement! And not just an ordinary enhancement. This isn't just oysters and Spanish fly! This is a Bimbomania sex enhancement, and that means pure bimbo heat! Your neurons will be realigned to make sex your highest priority, behind only self-preservation! And this means all sex, not just missionary position. Oral, anal, between your bimbo boobs...all acts will have equal fascination and need for you! The only thing left standing between you and constant hot sex will be your busy little brains! Congratulations!"

"Thank you, Paul," said Biff. "Now, because of the nature of the results of this round's Accessory Wheel, we're going to spin now before you ladies receive your level bimbifications!" The crowd applauded as the stage began to whirr and shift once more. Within moments, the Accessory Wheel was in place. Tonya watched us step up to the wheel with a smirk.

"As you can see, the theme of this round's wheel is unique signature characteristics! Okay, Laura, step up and give the wheel a spin!" said Biff.

Laura stepped up and gave the wheel a tentative spin. The wheel clicked several times and finally settled into place.

"Well, now," said Biff. "Congratulations, Laura! You'll be the recipient of an exotic body tattoo! You're in luck, too...we have one of the best tattooists in Chrystal Heights working in synch with our best graphic artist for this work of art. You'll be a masterpiece!" The crowd cheered as Laura was led backstage.

Chrissie stepped up to the wheel and gave it a harsh spin. The wheel spun for a while before it finally clicked into place.

Biff smiled big. "Well, now, Christine! You're going to be quite distinctive with your bright, bimbo pink hair! Congratulations!" The production office no doubt had to bleep Chrissie's response to Biff. Two beefcakes led her backstage, each with a hand on her biceps.

I stepped up and took a deep breath. The results this round were harsh. Finally, I grabbed the wheel and spun.

*****

My heart was beating quicker than normal as I was led backstage. The significance of Paul's words were hitting home. My body was bimboed, and now my sex instincts were going to be enhanced. And, of course, the accessory. I was getting nervous.

"Well, hello again," said Roadkill.

I managed a half-smile. "Hello, Roadkill."

"Sorry you lost again. Take off your clothes," he said.

"You say the sweetest things," I grumbled, stripping off my clothing grudgingly and laying flat on the indicated table.

"I'm sweet like that," he said. "We're going to be attaching straps and taping leads all over your body, alright? You're going to feel wired up like a robot, but it won't hurt. Once the computer kicks in, you're going to feel current running through your body. Try to avoid moving then, because if you mess up the flow, you could end up with some really strange results, and you don't want that, trust me. This is going to take care of your bimbification level and the Wheel Accessory result as well. Understand?"

I nodded. Roadkill and the two techs working with him soon had me wired up. When he hit the switch and the current started flowing through me, the sensations were much like standing outside with a powerful wind just blowing past you. I felt breathless and restless, although, like Roadkill said, it didn't hurt. After what seemed like an eternity, Roadkill turned off the computer and walked back to me. 

I clutched his wrist. "Intense. But I'm fine," I said.

"You're sure?" he said.

I wished he'd stop asking me that. There were so many other things he could be doing with that mouth.

Shit.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just let me get off this table, alright?"

"Sure," he said. "Just quit pushing my hand into your pussy."

I gasped. He was right. I snatched my hand back, cheeks burning. 

Roadkill chuckled as he released all the leads and straps. "Sweetheart, you're a time bomb now. Everything is going to look good to you. Everything will make you think of sex, alright? If you still want to win, you might want to try friggin' yourself off during commercials or whatever. That won't stop it, but it might let you think a little, anyway. Hell, your Wheel Accessory result might be a blessing in disguise. Good luck, darlin'."

I nodded, then got off the table and got dressed. The two techs that had helped Roadkill were nearby, and I could smell them. Gawd, they smelled so masculine. I could actually picture doing them on the table, and that's when I realized what Roadkill meant. Everything looked the same, but different.

I walked back towards the stage. A stagehand waved at me, and I looked at him, wanting him to slide those fingers inside my wet sex. Michael patted me on the shoulder and was talking, but all I could think about was why was he talking instead of using that tongue on my clit? My nipples were positively rock hard, and I slid the palms of my hand over my swelled breasts. I shuddered. Omigod, that felt good. I just needed to cum once before I went onstage, that's all. Just a quick one so I could concentrate. Maybe if I-

"Honey? Sweetie, are you alright?" Michael was tapping my shoulder.

I gasped. I had forgotten I was still talking to somebody. My brain...I still had control of my brain and I had to remember that. My brain was the only thing controlling my sex drive right now.

I assured Michael I was okay and made my way back out on stage.

*****

TonyaB...I...M...x...x

LauraB...I...M...B...x

EricaB...I...M...B...x

ChristineB...I...x...x...x



"Welcome back, girls!" said Biff. "I bet you're excited to be back!" The crowd laughed politely at Biff's horrible pun.

The one pleasure I was able to derive from the moment was that Chrissie was definitively pissed. Her previously black hair was now a bright, bimboey pink, and, better yet, was permanently permed. Chrissie had poofy pink hair! She was furious, and that gave me a happy beyond words. No matter what the end results were, she would always have poofy permed pink hair with matching hot pink fingernails and toenails!




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 04



Laura appeared distracted. One hand was softly palming her own boob, and the other hand idly traced her new tattoo. Unlike the horrible gaudy tattoo I had expected her to end up with, Laura had received an exotically designed vine which started on the top of her left foot, wrapped around her ankle and up her calf and thigh, curved over her hip and circled her waist, then along her side, diagonally across her back and ending at her upper right shoulder. The detail was exquisite, with every leaf and berry placed perfectly, and, strangely enough, it enhanced her appearance as opposed to detracting from it. It was a breathtaking work of art, and it gave Laura the air of a bimbo princess.

"Well, girls, you look great!" said Biff. Biff was walking around us, talking as he did so. It felt like everyone was watching me expectantly, and I knew why, dammit.

"Nice hair," I said to Chrissie.

"Lick me," said Chrissie. Then she smirked. "Oh, that's right...you probably want to now, don't you?"

"No!" I said, picturing the bitch naked, with me nibbling on her clit, her fingers in my pussy. "Don't flatter yourself."

"True. You seem to better at sucking cock anyway," said Chrissie. "You almost won the event 'cuz you're a great cock sucker."

"Bite me, bitch! You look like a pink poodle!" I said, squirming as I pictured a nice thick cock in my mouth. Damn, that was making me horny. Horny enough to...to...

"What's wrong, slut?" asked Chrissie.

"N-Nothing...I...I..."

"Awwwwwww, are you having a moment, sweetie? Right here on national television?" said the smirking Chrissie.

"N-No! I...I...ohhhh... ohhhhh... ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I fell against Chrissie, clutching at her helplessly, pressed against her as the pleasure peaked inside me. The audience began to cheer and stomp outrageously.

"We've seen Christine's pink hair and Laura's new erotic body tattoo," said Biff, "and now we get to see Erica's new signature accessory in action...random orgasms! Thank you for watching, everybody! Don't miss tomorrow night when the real action starts, as at least one of our girls will have to visit the Bimbo Throne! Good night, everybody, and remember, the only good bimbo...is any bimbo!"



NEXT: Round Five



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 05



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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I arrived backstage in a high state of agitation.

Alright, I was horny. It was impossible to concentrate. My skin felt hot. I could smell everybody. I was in heat. My overdeveloped bimbo body was reacting to everything, and it all felt good. I wanted more. My clothes felt restrictive. I wanted to be naked. I wanted to be on all fours watching in a mirror while somebody pounded me silly from behind. I was built for fucking. I wanted one long screaming orgasm, and then another.

And this was from someone who still had her brains.

There was no way...no way...that someone who had their brains dimmed by the bimbo throne would be able to go without sex. I was aroused to a degree I hadn't known possible. It wasn't just a vague want or desire; it was burning, driving need. The scary thing was it would be so easy to get. My body was so responsive to everything that giving was as stimulating as getting. Because of my lips, giving a blowjob would give me more orgasms that someone licking me. My clit was so responsive that the sensations from a strong wind would probably be enough to make me cum.

*****

There was definite tension on the stage, particularly between Laura and myself. At least one of us was going to the Bimbo Throne today. If there was any way for them to make sure it was me, they would do so. I'd have to watch my step.

The introductory music finished, and Biff jumped into his opening spiel. "Good evening, and welcome back to Bimbomania! It's a tense, exciting night as at least one of our girls will be visiting..." He cocked a hand to his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" cried the audience in one voice.

"That's right...the Bimbo Throne!" said Biff. "Tonight at least one of our girls will be transformed from a free-thinking, anarchistic criminal to a sweet, lovable, ditzy, horny bimbo!" 

The applause was long lasting and loud. Here and there, chants of "Bimbo! Bimbo! Bimbo!" could be heard. The cheering was so loud that the stage was vibrating, causing Laura and I to squeeze our thighs together as our sensitized clits responded to the vibrations.

Biff held up his hand. "Alrighty, then, let's get started with our next event!" he said. "Round Five is no picnic, girls, because now it gets down and dirty. Now is when you will have to reach deep inside to win, because it's time for the means to an end event. Your rear-ends, to be exact. Yes, it's time...for the Anal Off! Or, as it is known by long-time viewers...the Backdoor Score!"

The crowd went crazy all over again. Chrissie and the others were looking at each other with unhappy expressions. This wasn't going to be any fun. 

Behind us, the stage began to whirr and shift once more. On the stage behind us, there were now four platforms about two feet high, with various straps protruding from each surface. Next to each platform was a machine. Each machine has a rod protruding from it, aimed about a foot above the platform. Each rod had an attachment on the end that appeared to be a series of balls that steadily increased in girth. There could be no mistaking the purpose of the rods.

"Okay, here's how it works," said Biff. "You cuties will be strapped on your hands and knees on top of the platforms. Trust me, the straps are for your own protection. You don't want to jump or squirm unexpectedly here! Our back door love machines will then slowly push the beaded rods into your adorable bimbo bottoms. Each rod is made up of a series of balls, with each ball a little bigger than the one before it. While the beaded rod is entering your tight posteriors, it will also be shooting a semen-like substance into your rectums, to simulate the experience of having a stud back there. It gets very intense, and remember, for every ball that slides through your tight sphincter, the next ball will be even bigger!"

Biff paused, waiting for the cheering to pass. 

"Now, bimbos or not, we realize there's only so much your bubble butts can take," continued Biff. "So, when you've reached the moment when you just can't take anymore, you hit the red button that will be under your right hand. Once you press that button, you have lost this round, but the machine will stop from entering you any more and will retract slightly. It will continue to fill you up with the pseudo-semen until a winner is declared, however, because it's good practice for bimbos-in-training!" 

"There is one final thing to mention," said Biff. "Most of our girls don't make it past the fifth ball, and only a rare few have made it past the sixth ball. Once you have taken five balls inside you- assuming you last that long- then some of our studs and cuties will come out to play with your more sensitive areas at the start of the sixth ball. Some have found this to be helpful; some have found it to be distracting. Either way, it's pure Bimbomania entertainment!"

The crowd cheered, and Biff indicated that we needed to strip on national television once more. We were getting quite used to being naked, however, and, in fact, it felt embarrassingly natural. We climbed onto the platforms, then, and got onto our hands and knees. 

Once I was in position, two techs moved up and began to strap my forearms, thighs and calves into place. One of the techs was Roadkill.

"Try to stay relaxed back there," said Roadkill, speaking quietly out of the side of his mouth. "And remember to breathe. That's the important part. Breathe through it, no matter how much you want to clench." 

He finished tightening the straps. There was no give to it, no wiggle room. I was locked in place. My heart started pounded. I was embarrassingly wet. I could smell the masculinity of the techs. I could smell myself. I wanted to cum.

Suddenly I felt fingers pressing into my tight rear opening, and I gasped, heart leaping into my throat. Now there was something warm and squishy back there.

"Lubricant," explained Roadkill.

"A little fucking warning next time!" I said.

Roadkill chuckled. "Next time I'm about to lube you up for a butt-fucking, I'll warn you."

"I'd appreciate it, dammit!" I said.

I heard indignant squeals coming from the others as well, so I knew I wasn't the only one irritated at getting lubed back there on national television. Still, I was glad of it in one way...trying to do this without lube would have been distinctly uncomfortable.

Everything went quiet. The lights dimmed, and four spotlights turned on, illuminating each of us individually. There was a low-pitched hum as the back door love machines turned on and came to life. 

I forced myself to remain calm. I knew this could be the last event for me, and my nerves were strung tight. I took a deep breath.

Then another spotlight came to life and focused on a man sitting at a table on the side of the stage. He was wearing a tuxedo. When he leaned forward and began speaking into the microphone, I recognized his voice as that of the unseen Paul, who usually did the announcements unseen. However, now he was coaching his voice in the rich sonority and clipped verbs of a British sports announcer.

"Well, we've got a real pressure-cooker going tonight. Four young ladies, two of them on the brink of elimination, all preparing to engage in the Anal Off. This will be a true test of will and in the end, one of these girls will be able to hold their head high."

Then I felt the first ball pressing against my tight rear opening, but it didn't penetrate yet. I instinctively wanted to lean forward, away from that round, penetrating, invasive rod, but my legs were strapped in such a way that any such movement was impossible. 

"There's a pause while the machines synchronize," said Paul in that British accent. "The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. To a one, these girls appear determined to be the victor of this critical event."

The hum increased slightly, and the pressure against my rear opening began to increase slowly. It was starting.

Thank goodness for the lubrication. I felt the first ball slide into my ass without difficulty, then the second ball. The third ball began to enter, and that one was a little more work. Still, it slid in without major resistance. Then the fourth one pressed against my opening, and it stuck for a moment. Then my muscle relaxed slowly, letting the ball move forward. It wasn't going easily, however. On top of that, I could feel the semen-like substance flooding into my ass.

"All the girls are standing strong," intoned Paul, "but I'm starting to see a few twitches. Tonya is looking a bit wan and Christine has just enunciated a curse. Who will be the first to fall, I wonder?"

I felt breathless as the fourth ball stretched my rear opening. My hand twitched over the red button, but suddenly I felt a surge of relief as the fourth ball suddenly popped inside my ass. My heart was still pounding, though, and I knew I only had a brief respite before the fifth ball began making it's way inside me.

"All four of our warriors have made it past the fourth ball," said Paul. "Their fortitude, their courage, all coming into play today. Truly, we have a match for the ages here."

Then the fifth ball started pressing its way inside me, and I knew I had a problem. I heard Chrissie cursing, and I wanted to join her. My heart was pounding and I knew I couldn't do it. I remembered Roadkill's words, however, and I kept my breathing steady. I made sure to relax as well. Well, to relax as well as someone who is strapped down naked being butt-fucked by a machine on national television can relax, anyway.

"All four of our contestants are amazingly still active, but they are struggling. This is the notorious fifth ball, the point where many of our contestants commonly fall. No round of Ass Off has ever had all four contestants make it past the fifth ball. Will this be the first?"

I could hear Tonya's breath hissing through her teeth, Chrissie was maintaining a steady stream of cursing that would have been funny if I hadn't been otherwise occupied, and I was pretty sure I was whimpering myself. The fifth ball was stretching my rear opening beyond belief, and the only thing stopping me from slamming that red button was knowing that I would be a permanent bimbo once I did. The pressure from the semen filling my ass was building as well. Just when I was sure I couldn't take it a second longer, however, a siren sounded from Chrissie's platform, and her spotlight blinked off, followed a moment later by Tonya's. Then the ball popped inside my abused sphincter, and an explosive gasp escaped my lungs.

"Christine and Tonya have capitulated!" announced Paul. "I repeat, Christine and Tonya have pressed their respective red buttons and have lost this event! Only Erica and Laura remain now, and that is as it should be. Both Erica and Laura are but one letter away from the throne, and these two warriors are going to take it down to the final moment of the event. Now, together, they will face the mighty sixth ball."

I steeled myself for the dreaded pressure to resume, but suddenly gasped as I felt fingers sliding over my oversensitive clit. My overactive sex drive kicked in, and I shuddered and moaned at the unexpected surge of heat. Then the sixth ball started its slow push inside me, and the intensity of the anal sensations combined with my helpless heat to turn me into a wet, squirming, squealing mess.

"Laura and Erica are now contending with the studs and cuties as well as the back door love machines. Both contenders have previously been erotically enhanced, and are now experiencing waves of intense sensations. The sixth ball is reaching critical depth, however, and will soon announce its presence, if it hasn't already. Who will blink first?"

Holy shit. The sixth ball was a mother. My knuckles whitened as the sixth ball slowly, inexorably pushed its way into my rounded bimbo ass. My breathing was ragged and shallow, but as steady as I could make it. I was trying to focus on my heat, my pleasure, anything, but the increasing pressure and burning from that thick round ball was stretching me beyond my ability to concentrate. The endless flow of pseudo-semen continued as well, and I was so embarrassing full back there.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't. It felt like they were pushing a bowling ball up my ass. My teeth were clenched and sweat dotted my forehead. This was it. I looked at Laura as I prepared to give myself up for permanent bimbification.

I couldn't see her. The stage was dark except for my spotlight. And that's when it registered that Laura's siren had sounded and her spotlight was off.

I had won.

I had won!

"Laura has capitulated!" said Paul. "Laura has capitulated! Erica has won this round by standing tall in the Anal Off! The crowd is going wild!"

The crowd was cheering for me, and in a twisted way it felt good. I had given everything I had for this win, and it was nice to hear them recognize that. I knew they would turn on me in a heartbeat, but for this one moment, they were mine.

Of course, that feeling was nothing compared to how good it felt when the back door love machine pulled out of my ass.

The techs descended then to undo the straps and clean off the lube. We got off the platforms very gingerly. Before I even had a chance to dress, Biff stepped up and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Well done, Erica. Your first victory!" said Biff. "Well, they say you have neither lived nor loved until you've had the fifth ball snuggled in your posterior. What's your take on that, Erica?"

My answer to that question was bleeped, as well as my offer to let Biff experience the sensations offered by ball number five first hand.

*****

I had thought they'd give us a few minutes recovery time, but instead they moved Chrissie, Tonya and I to the side of the stage, while two tuxedoed beefcakes escorted Laura to Biff's side. Biff put his arm around Laura.

"Laura, you fought valiantly until the end, and did yourself proud," said Biff. "However, a loss is still a loss, and, as such, you gain a letter." Biff indicated the electronic scoreboard, which now read:

TonyaB...I...M...B...x LauraB...I...M...B...O EricaB...I...M...B...x ChrissieB...I...M...x...x

Laura's name was flashing on and off and giving off a hot pink glow.

"Laura, you've gained all five letters," said Biff. "That means you've earned a trip...a trip to the Bimbo Throne!"

The lights suddenly dimmed and a drum roll sounded. Several spotlights blazed to life and began to circle around the dark stage. A large primary spotlight focused on the center of the stage as the stage whirred and shifted. A large pink ornate throne moved towards the front of the stage.

Laura was escorted to the throne by the beefcakes- each had a grip on her upper arm- and several techs swarmed around them. Biff watched Laura approach the throne, then turned back to the audience.

"It's going to take them several minutes to prep Laura," said Biff, "so, while we're waiting, let's bring Chrissie and Tonya to the Accessory Wheel!"

The crowd cheered, impatient for Laura's throning but realizing there was other entertainment to be utilized while they waited. The side of the stage whirred and shifted, and soon they were standing in front of the Accessory Wheel. 

"This round is the primal round for the Accessory Wheel," said Biff. "Tonya, step up on up and give it a whirl!"

Her lips were pressed together in a tight line, but Tonya padded up on her bare feet and grabbed the wheel spokes. She gave the wheel a quick spin and stepped back. There was a brief flurry of clicks as the wheel burst to life, but soon the clicks became more and more distinct as the wheel slowed and finally stopped.

Biff looked at the result and turned back to the audience. "Congratulations, Tonya...you've earned the primal identity of 'Bimbo Bunny'!" said Biff. "This means you'll receive a strand or two of bunny DNA spliced into your genes, resulting in the growth of adorable little bunny ears, a furry little bunny tail and a significantly increased fertility rate! You won't just be barefoot, now...you'll be barefoot and pregnant! Still, don't worry about having a perpetually swelled belly, Tonya...should you end up on the Bimbo Throne, any children you bear will be adopted by parents in the Chrystal Heights' Couples Without Children Society. You'll be providing an invaluable service for couples who are unable to bear children of their own. And between babies, you'll look absolutely adorable with cute bunny ears! Congratulations, Tonya!"

I had to admit it was much more entertaining watching this than being an active participant. Tonya always seemed to get the short end of these things. Tonya had had a nine-day pregnancy when we had stolen the cursed items from the museum, and now she was going to be super fertile, and with her vagina bumps and upcoming erotic enhancement, she was almost assured of a swelled belly from time-to-time. Okay, a lot of the time. And bunny ears? Heh. I was really hoping Chrissie got this one as well.

Biff watched the beefcakes escort Tonya backstage, then turned to Chrissie. "Okay, Christine," said Biff, "let her rip!"

Chrissie scowled, but the expression looked almost cute with Chrissie's adorable pink perm. She reached out with one hand and gave the wheel a spin. The wheel clicked for several seconds before finally slowing down and coming to a stop. Biff looked at the result, then turned to the audience. 

"Congratulations, Christine...you've earned the primal identity of 'The Cat's Meow!' This means you'll receive a strand or two of cat DNA spliced directly into your genes. This will give you a tendency to express yourself in meows or purrs, and, periodically, you'll be going into heat! Congratulations, Christine!"

Chrissie did not look happy, and even better, along with the cat DNA, she was going to be getting bimbo boobs as well. It had not been a good day for Chrissie. I gave her a smug look as she was escorted backstage, which would have been more effective had I not suddenly had an unexpected random orgasm right then. On national television, no less. Again.

Stupid game show.

*****

Chrissie and Tonya made it back on-stage just as they finished prepping Laura. Tonya's cheeks were flushed and it was obvious she was feeling the full effect of her now bimboed sex drive. Chrissie now sported huge bimbo boobs, and she was furious. I thought it was hysterical.

"Hey, Chrissie, nice rack," I said.

"Lick me, wench," said Chrissie. "Meeoooowwwww!"

Chrissie's eyes widened at her meow, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Muffled curses and meows could be heard.

"Okay, it's time for Laura to experience the Bimbo Throne!" said Biff. The lights dimmed once more, with a single spotlight shining on the Throne. Laura was sitting in the Throne, her arms and legs strapped into position. On her head was a tiara. There appeared to be several jewels in the tiara, but in actuality, they were lights. Unseen by the audience, there were several wires running through Laura's hair.

"Okay, Laura..." said Biff, as a drum roll sounded. "Prepare to become...Lori!" He nodded to a tech who was off-stage and just out of sight of the audience. 

The tech pulled a lever. The Throne began to glow a very intense hot pink and the lights on Laura's tiara began to flicker rapidly. A loud humming was heard as well.

"Becoming a bimbo doesn't necessarily entail becoming brainless," said Biff. "We've all known very smart bimbos, right? The Throne is rearranging Laura's logic processes and ability to prioritize. Also, it is rearranging several processes and enhancing others. Addition? Not a priority. Showing cleavage? Definite priority. Yes, Laura's I.Q. will dip below ninety, although this will be more a reflection of her inability to logic things out than an actual reflection of her intelligence."




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 05



The flashing finally stopped and the lights came back on. The techs swarmed Laura first, apparently to make sure everything went as planned. After a few minutes, they were satisfied, and Biff was able to approach her.

"Well, Lori, you just experienced the Bimbo Throne!" said Biff. "How do you feel?"

Laura blinked, a vapid look on her pretty face. Then she giggled. "I'm fine, Biff! It didn't hurt a bit!"

The audience began to cheer wildly.

"So, you're ready for a new life, Lori?" asked Biff.

Laura blinked. Her hands absently cupped her heavy boobs, and she sounded distracted when she spoke. "Ummmm...what happened to the old one?"

The audience continued cheering. Biff turned back to the crowd, a huge smile lighting up his face. 

"Well, that's all for today, folks. Tomorrow night promises to be more of the same. Erica stood tall today, but faces the same challenge tomorrow, and Tonya has now joined Erica on the brink of elimination. Who will be next to visit the Bimbo Throne? Find out next time! Good night, and remember...the only good bimbo...is any bimbo!"

NEXT: Round Six 



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 06



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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Hips wriggling, I made my way backstage.

Chrissie and Tonya were sitting together. Chrissie looked me over as I approached. "Hey, slut," said Chrissie, "we were just talking about you. We were trying to figure out what bimbo name we're going to give you after you lose today."

I gave her a very unladylike gesture. "Pretty confident talk from a girl who can't keep her knees together," I said.

Chrissie flushed at the mention of her knees, which were spread invitingly far apart at the moment due to her sitting state. Then she made a show of looking at Tonya. "Barbi is good. It would be traditional, even," she said.

Tonya shook her head. Her knees were pressed together, and her bare feet were spread wide on the floor, her red toenails pointing inward. She and I were suffering from the same unrelenting heat. "Nah," she said, "too common. Let's go with something cute, like Bambi."

I gave Tonya a sweet smile. "How about 'Bunny'?" I said.

Tonya scowled at me, then looked at her bare toes. She obviously didn't appreciate the sideways reference to her growing bunny ears or hyper-fertility.

Chrissie looked at me and shook her head. "Cute. Well, good thing your lips are so sensitive. They'll be perfect for the five-dollar blowjobs you'll be giving. Meoooowwww!"

"You wish," I said, smirking at her helpless meow. "They'll be too busy laughing at your pink perm and...and meowing to...to...ohhhhh...ohhhhhhhhh...!"

I shuddered as pure pleasure unexpectedly rushed through my belly. It was a random orgasm, and I couldn't stop it. My knees weakened as I moaned in helpless pleasure, and suddenly I was leaning on Chrissie as I tried to ride it out. The unfamiliar weight of my heavy breasts threw me off, however, and I tumbled across Chrissie's lap.

Chrissie put a hand on my upper back so I couldn't get up. Her other hand slid under my mini-skirt and was cupping my rounded bottom.

"Well, now," said Chrissie, "look at this lovely bimbo ass." Then she flipped my mini-skirt up and began to spank my bare ass red.

I squealed in indignity as she reddened my ass. "Oh! Stop! Ow! Oh! Stop! Oh! You're dead! Oh! Quit! Ow! Oh! No more! Ow! Stop! No mas! Oh! Please! Ow! Quit! Oh!" I squealed and wriggled, but I couldn't get free.

Fortunately, Michael- the stage manager- arrived. He began shrieking like a banshee, "Ladies, please! Ladies! Ladies!" He was waving his arms and his face was changing colors. His stress level appeared to be reaching new heights. Finally, probably out of concern for Michael's blood pressure, Chrissie gave me a final smack on my ass and rolled me off her lap.

I landed with an undignified thump on my burning ass. I rubbed my rounded cheeks tenderly, and tried not to let Tonya and Chrissie see me blushing bright red, my eyes wet. I definitely didn't want Chrissie to see how aroused I had gotten from the embarrassing spanking. I was so gonna get Chrissie.

Finally it occurred to me that there were only three of us here. "Do either of you idiots know where Lori is?" I asked.

There was a moment of silence. Then Chrissie said, "Oh, shit..." and Tonya jumped to her feet. Michael instructed several assistants to find the bimboed girl, and Chrissie, Tonya and I immediately went searching as well, although Tonya had some trouble walking quickly because of her vagina bumps. Right then, however, an assistant opened a storage door, and just inside we could see a stacked, curvy girl on her knees in front of a stagehand. She was topless and holding her heavy boobs together with her hands, while the stagehand was naked from the waist down and semi-squatting in front of the girl. His hands were on her shoulders for leverage as pumped his cock between those huge boobs. The girl was Lori.

Lori was oblivious and didn't notice us, and the stagehand was too far gone to care. Suddenly Lori gave a delighted squeal and slid her head down to take his cock in her mouth. He clutched her shoulders and began moaning, and it was obvious he was cumming in Lori's mouth. Lori's cheeks and throat worked, making it obvious she was swallowing his semen as fast as he was pumping it into her mouth, and her frantic moans suggested she was orgasming as well. The rest of us looked at each other and shrugged. At least we knew where she was.

Chrissie said to Michael, "Aren't you going to say something? Can the stagehands just do the bimbos any time they want?"

Michael shrugged. "It's a perk. Besides, the guy's on break. Union rules, you know?"

The stagehand apparently finished filling Lori's mouth, and he slid his cock out of her mouth. Then he smiled and patted her head.

"Thanks, babe," he said. Then he slid his pants back on, gave us a nod, and sauntered back to work.

Lori wiped her mouth and then looked for her top. She was humming. Finally, she noticed us staring at her and she giggled. "Oh! Hi guys!"

"Laura," said Chrissie, "that's the third one today. The show hasn't even started yet."

Lori giggled. "I know, I know. It just, you know, happened! 'Sides, it felt soooooooo good on my boobs, you know?" The fact that Lori's nipples were still hard was obvious from the way they pressed out against her tight top.

"Laura," said Tonya, handing something to Lori, "You forgot to put on your bra."

Lori blinked twice, then said, "Ohhhhhhh! I wondered why they felt so bouncy. Thanks, Tonya! I'll just stick it in my purse!"

The veins on Chrissie's forehead were standing out. The pink-permed ex-leader of our gang wasn't well equipped to deal with bimbified socialites.

I gave Chrissie a cold smile. "At least you know what you have to look forward to," I said.

A few feet away from us, Lori waved to someone on the other side of the stage. "Hey, cutie!" she said. "Yeah, you! What did you mean when you said you wanted to wear my ass as a hat?"

*****

"Good evening, and welcome back to the greatest game show in the world. Brought to you by Blonde Concepts, it's Bimbomania! And here's the host of the show...Biff Brewster!"

As soon as the unseen Paul's voice announced his name, Biff made his way on stage. His even teeth sparkled as he stepped up and waved to some unidentified people in the audience. Then he pointed to someone and winked. Finally, he focused on the camera.

"Good evening, Chrystal Heights, and welcome back to Bimbomania, where the only good bimbo...is any bimbo! Yes, brought to you by those good folks at Blonde Concepts, Bimbomania is here to please!"

Biff waited for the crowd to settle down.

"Alrighty," said Biff, "tonight we continue the contest waged against each other by the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang, and so far, it has been a doozy! Christine leads the pack right now with just three letters, while Erica and Tonya hover on the brink of elimination with four letters each. Laura was the first to be eliminated last night, and she has visited..." Biff cupped his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" shouted the audience in one voice.

"That's right, the Bimbo Throne!" said Biff. "Laura is now called 'Lori' and she is the hottest, horniest little bimbo you've ever seen! And tonight, at least one of our contestants will join her!"

The crowd cheered and stomped their feet. Biff knew exactly how to play an audience.

"Alrighty, then, let's get down to business!" said Biff. "It's time for the next round. As you can see, our catfight ring is back." Behind Biff, the stage whirred and shifted, and the fight ring was visible once again.

"This round is the Orgasm Battle, or, as long-time viewers call it, the Cum One, Cum All round. You three will enter the ring and attempt to bring each other to orgasm. Anyone having three orgasms loses and must leave the ring. Leaving the ring voluntarily counts as an orgasm. There can be no scratching or violence, unless the person being scratched or hurt enjoys that sexually. Those are the only rules. Three orgasms and you're out! Good luck in there."

Tonya and I screeched, "What?!?" simultaneously. Were they crazy? There was no way Tonya and I could compete against Christine fairly in a match like that! Not with our enhanced libidos! And I had random orgasms! This was not fair! 

Then the stage filled with the sound of a ringing phone. Biff reached down to his belt and plucked off his cell phone. He made a show of answering it.

"This is Biff Brewster," he said. Then he nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I'll tell them now." He looked up from the phone. 

"This is Mister Big," said Biff. "As you recall, he is the ultimate authority of Bimbomania!" There was awed applause. "Mister Big has authorized me to tell you, Erica and Tonya, that he is aware of your situation. Mister Big states that you can have your erotic enhancement muted temporarily to your previous levels if you agree to have your breasts further enhanced by one cup size. You have sixty seconds to decide."

Shit. Another cup size?!? I was now an E-cup thanks to the earlier enhancement, and I was still trying to get used to them. One more cup size would put me close to utterly ridiculous. They wouldn't be completely over-sized, but there was no way in the world anyone would ever take me seriously with that kind of rack. Still, what choice did I have?

"Grrrrrrr. Fine, I'll take the deal," I said.

"Me, too," said Tonya.

"Mister Big," said Biff, in dramatic fashion, "Erica and Tonya will both take the deal." Then he listened again, nodding. He looked up once more.

"Erica and Tonya," said Biff. "Mister Big is aware that both of you have received enhanced sensations from your lips and vagina bumps respectively. Mister Big states that he will allow them to be muted if you agree to have "BIMBO" tattooed on your buttocks in large capital letters, either cheek you prefer. You have sixty seconds to decide."

A big bimbo tattoo? Ouch. Forget it. I wasn't advertising my condition any more than I had too. I would just have to be careful not to let Chrissie or Tonya use my lips against me.

Tonya's teeth were clenched. "I'll take the deal," she said. I couldn't blame her. Vagina bumps would be a bitch in an orgasm battle. 

"No, thank you," I said. "No deal." The audience began to murmur.

"Mister Big...Tonya will take the deal. Erica has refused the deal," said Biff. He listened some more, then lifted his head.

"Erica," said Biff, "Mister Big is offering to block your random orgasm stimulator temporarily if you agree to accept a permanent lisp. You have sixty seconds to decide."

Dammit. This one was tougher. I wasn't getting that many random orgasms a day...chances are I wouldn't get one now. But if I did...no, I didn't really have a choice. It would take only one ill-timed random and I was a permanent bimbo.

"Alright. I accept the deal," I said.

"Mister Big...Erica has accepted the deal!"

Stupid game show.

*****

"Back so soon, babe?" said Roadkill, the only tech I didn't want to do something really bad to.

I plopped down at his workstation, obviously not happy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back. Just do whatever you have to do. Grrrrrrrr."

I had already gotten the extra cup size, and I really doubted I could feel any more bimboey. My hugely swelled boobs were pressed together and barely contained in a spandex top. Roadkill just chuckled, however.

"Aw, don't worry about it," said Roadkill. "Hell, Venessa Montagne is a GG, and she doesn't have any problems with them."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I grumbled, "but she makes her living off them."

Roadkill chuckled. "True. Now, I'm putting this helmet on you, as well as attaching wires to you at various important places. There's a lot of settings on here, and they're all important, so don't touch anything. This is going to mute your sex drive and random orgasms, and it's also going to give you a lisp. That's a lot for one session, so don't move, okay?"

I started to nod, then changed my mind and spoke instead. "Yes, I've got it."

"Good," said Roadkill, "then let's get started."

Soon I was wired up and ready to go. "Alright," said Roadkill, "here it comes." A moment later, I felt the helmet getting very warm, so I remained absolutely still. 

After a minute or so, Roadkill checked his readings and was apparently satisfied. He turned off the machine and removed the helmet and wires.

"There you go," he said. "That should keep you from humping anybody's leg for a little while, anyway."

"Vewy twue," I said. Then I froze and blinked incredulously. "Vewy twue?!?"

Roadkill chuckled. "Hey, the lisp is adorable on you, darlin'."

I stamped my foot in frustration. "It ith not!"

Dammit. I wasn't going to win this argument.

*****

Tonya was already back when I got back on-stage. Her now F-sized boobs combined with her big hair and short height gave her a borderline parody look. She was hot in a big-boobs-dumb-blonde way, and it was obvious this infuriated her. Numerous orgasms appeared to be muting her irritability, however. Her hands were cupping her now tattooed ass.

"Alright, girls," said Biff, "it's time to get in the ring for the Orgasm Battle!"

I sighed and got in the ring. This would likely be my last event. Tonya and Chrissie would gang up on me immediately, and there was no way I could hold off the two of them indefinitely. The Bimbo Throne was dangerously close now.

Biff indicated that we needed to strip once again, so Chrissie, Tonya and I slipped out of our outfits. Once again we were naked on national television. Several techs descended upon us then and wrapped some kind of clear tape on us on various parts of our body. The tape wasn't visible and didn't inhibit our movement in any way. They also spread some kind of warm lubricant in our pussies and rear openings.

"The Blonde Concepts techs are taping micro-sensors to your bodies," said Biff, speaking for the audience's benefit as well as ours. "These tiny sensors monitor your various vital signs and send wireless signals to our computers. Regardless of whether you react to the sensations or not, the signals from your body will signify when you are achieving orgasm, so feel free to let out some sexy moans, ladies...trying to hide them won't help you! Also, the lubricant being spread so liberally across your more intimate orifices is a special compound that lubricates, but also increases sensations in those areas. You will find yourself able to orgasm multiple times quite easily, so don't think an orgasm is a one-and-done deal here. After all, this is Bimbomania!"

We made our way to separate corners. Even across the ring, I could see "BIMBO" clearly spelled out on Tonya's bare left ass cheek. Chrissie simply stared at me with a smirk until she caught my eyes. Once she knew I was looking at her, she pointed at me, then rolled her eyes in a ditzy fashion and twirled her hair in her fingers. Cute.

This was it. I took several deep breaths and tried to relax my pounding heart. I blocked out the crowd noise and got ready to rumble.

Then the bell sounded.

Tonya and Chrissie immediately began making their way towards me. I slid along the ropes, trying desperately to figure out a plan. Tonya and I had muted sensations, but we were still more sensitive than average. Tonya was on the verge of elimination as well as I. If I went after Chrissie, there was a chance that Tonya would help me rather than try to fight the bigger girl one-on-one after I was eliminated. It was a weak plan, but it was the only idea I had. 

I launched myself at Chrissie and brought her to the matt. Desperation gave me strength as I planted a forearm on her swelled boobs and slid two fingers into her lubricated pussy. The surprised look on her face was priceless as she realized I had fingers fully inside her. I began to pump my fingers back and forth inside her pussy, and Chrissie shuddered and moaned at the unexpected pleasure. Her thighs unconsciously parted more, giving me more access, and I felt a thrilling rush of success. It was working! It was working!

And then Tonya rolled me off and straddled my belly.

I squealed and tried to roll Tonya off me, but then Chrissie was there, pinning my legs. There was a brief flurry of movement, and then Tonya was pinning my wrists over my head, still straddling my belly but on her knees now, and Chrissie, who I couldn't see, was directly behind Tonya, her shoulders holding my knees up and apart, giving her full unblocked access to my pussy. I couldn't move.

"Well, slut," said Chrissie, "look at you, legs spread again. I think you need some satisfaction."

"Thcwew you!" I said. Stupid lisp.

"Good idea," said Chrissie. She was purring.

My eyes widened and I gasped as I felt my pussy penetrated by Chrissie's fingers. Then my belly muscles began to twitch and jump as her fingers slid back-and-forth inside me. I squirmed, but with my knees spread apart by her shoulders, all that accomplished was wriggling my hips.

My first orgasm came embarrassingly quickly. I felt it building and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Suddenly my back was arching and I was moaning like a slut in heat as my body shuddered and wriggled under Chrissie's ministrations. I couldn't see her, but her ministrations were turning me into a wet mess. She continued to stroke her fingers over my clit through my orgasm, and I realized the second orgasm would come even quicker.

"Awwww, poor Erica," said Tonya, "you're gonna be bimboed soon, just like Lori." Then she leaned in close, her elbows on the ground just above my shoulders, and she pressed her lips against mine. My eyes widened as my still sensitive lips suddenly sent even more pleasure signals to my already overloaded girl parts. The kiss was smart in the sense that I had turned down the deal to desensitize my lips, but it was unexpected as well, as Tonya was straight. Too late I realized what she was doing, and then I was moaning into the kiss as my body shuddered through my second orgasm.

Still on her elbows and knees, restraining my wrists with her hands, Tonya gave me a mean smirk. "Are you ready for number three?" she asked, and I knew it was coming soon. I was helpless to move, and I couldn't withstand Chrissie's fingers for long. Already my tired belly muscles were twitching once more for an impending orgasm, and I knew it was over. I couldn't stop it. I was going to be a bimbo.

Then Chrissie's fingers were gone. I felt a moment of loss, then realized something was up. Chrissie was pushing my thighs up even further and she was wrapping her arms around my thighs, but it seemed like she was sliding them under Tonya as well. Suddenly Tonya's boobs were pressing against my face and I felt her trying to struggle.

"Hey!" said Tonya, "Chrissie! What are you doing?!?"

There was no answer, and all I could feel was some kind of weird struggle going on between my spread legs. Then Tonya suddenly gasped.

"Oh! Chrissie! You b-bitch! S-stop that! That...ohhhhhh...!" said Tonya. And suddenly it made sense. I knew what was happening.

Chrissie was double-crossing Tonya. Chrissie had gotten me to two orgasms, but stopped before the third because she was using my legs for leverage as she reached around and laced her fingers together above Tonya's ass. She had pinned Tonya to me and Chrissie was now licking Tonya's clit from behind. It was a horribly clever move, as it pinned both Tonya and I, and gave Chrissie full access to both our pussies. She was eliminating both of us simultaneously.

My heart was still racing from my two orgasms and having naked Tonya shuddering on top of my naked body was strangely erotic, but I only had a small window of opportunity. Tonya moaned, then squealed as she wriggled on top of me in the throes of orgasm. My bare feet were laying over Chrissie's bare shoulders, and Chrissie's shoulders were pressing against the back of my thighs. No doubt the viewers were enjoying themselves, but it gave me an idea.




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 06



I waited until Chrissie was distracted by Tonya's second orgasm. Then I drew my bare feet back as far as I could and managed to plant them on Chrissie's shoulders. Too late she realized what I was doing, and suddenly she was flying backwards, propelled by my feet. She recovered quickly, but by then I had rolled the nearly insensible Tonya off my body and scrambled to my feet.

Chrissie was on her feet as well, so we began to circle each other, looking for an opening. Then she rushed me and I grabbed her arm, and we stumbled around, each trying to find an opening. Then I lost my balance and fell, taking Chrissie with me. Unfortunately, the way we fell left Chrissie on top of me. I tried to scramble away, but Chrissie clutched me from behind, her hands grasping my huge boobs. Her breath was in my ear.

"Hey, slut," she breathed in my ear, "you're one orgasm away from five dollar blowjobs, you know that? Why fight it? Just let it happen. Meowwwwww. You'll be like Lori...so happy and giggly, so easy, so full of cum." Chrissie's hand slid down to my pussy then, and I gasped as I felt a jolt of pleasure from her fingers.

"Bite me, bitch!" I said. Strong words, but unfortunately, I wasn't sure how to back them up. My legs were parting on their own accord, and my belly muscles were already twitching and jumping. I was trying to struggle, but my bucking was getting weaker and weaker, and I just needed the orgasm to happen.

"Good slut," said Chrissie. "Almost there now...meooowwwww...just wait for it..."

Fortunately, that's when a very pissed off Tonya barreled into Chrissie.

"You bitch!" shrieked Tonya, crawling on top of Chrissie. "You're dead!" 

The stunned Chrissie was trying to roll Tonya off of her, but the tenacious blonde was scrappy and had a serious mad-on. I finally got my senses back and scrambled to help Tonya.

"Get her on her back!" I said, and Tonya grabbed Chrissie's arms from behind and rolled her onto her back. Then I slid under Chrissie's legs and used leverage to push them all the way back so that her knees were pressed to the matt between her shoulders and hips. Her legs were spread obscenely apart, and I made sure to let the cameras get a nice angle. That done, I slid my fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her silly with my digits.

Chrissie's reaction was delicious. She clenched her teeth and tried to struggle free, but her hips were bucking helplessly. Her breath began to hiss through her teeth, and then she had to give in to her first orgasm. Her head went back and she let out a squeal that had the audience on their feet. I never stopped stroking my fingers into her pussy, and not long after her first orgasm, she was moaning and struggling once again as the second orgasm ripped through her helpless body.

This was it. We were close to eliminating Chrissie from this round, and it was going to be sweet. Chrissie was so wet that it had to be embarrassing for her, and I began using more fingers to stroke inside her. My two fingers became three, then four, and finally, the lubrication allowed me to unexpectedly slide my entire hand inside her. 

There was a moment of silence as everybody realized that I was inside Chrissie up to my wrist. Even Tonya's eyes were wide with disbelief. Then I looked at Chrissie, who was whimpering and shaking her head. 

I gave Chrissie a tight, cold smile and made a fist inside her.

Her pussy gripped my wrist tight as her body shuddered and bucked from the explosive orgasm. The referee had to wait nearly a minute before Chrissie finally stopped bucking and screaming from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glazed and her lips were parted, and she was pretty much dead weight. Two beefcakes entered the ring and carried Chrissie out to heavy applause.

Finally, the referee signaled Tonya and I to begin again.

We circled each other warily. We both knew the stakes. The next one to have an orgasm was going to be a permanent playtoy. The crowd began to chant, "Bim-bo! Bim-bo! Bim-bo!" and stomp their feet in accompaniment. And then, finally, Tonya made the move.

She came in waist-high and tackled me to the matt. As I hit the matt, however, I kicked my legs up to make her flip over my head. It was only partially successful, though. Tonya held my hips and twisted in mid-air, so her hips ended up coming down on my face. This was actually fortunate, and I wrapped my arms around her waist so she couldn't move. This positioned her pussy directly in front of my mouth, which was good, but it also positioned her mouth next to my pussy, which wasn't so good. I felt her warm wet mouth pressing against my clit without hesitation on her part, and I slid my tongue immediately over her own hot button. It was on.

Concentrating on licking Tonya was hard due to the heated sensations coming from my pussy. Also, the sensations from my lips were driving me to climax much too quickly. My hips were wriggling and my belly muscles were jumping and twitching in response to her tongue. I felt her hesitate from time-to-time, and I knew she was having difficulties concentrating as well. But my hips were bucking and wriggling, and Tonya's were barely twitching. It wasn't a good sign.

Our simultaneous pleasuring of each other's pussies continued, and soon it was obvious that we were both close to our limits. My heart began pounding and I began to lick even more desperately, because my legs were practically splayed apart now and I wanted so badly to just lay back and cum my brains out. It didn't matter whether I tried to roll Tonya off me or not now; I was going to cum in the next ten seconds. In final defiance, I pressed a finger against her tight rear opening, and then everything blurred as I had one of the most incredible orgasms of my life. Tonya's smooth pussy muffled my moans and squeals, but there was no mistaking the fact that I was cumming like a slut.

The orgasm seemed to last forever, but eventually it stopped. I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, realizing it was over. The beefcakes would be here any second to drag me off to the Bimbo Throne. The crowd's applause was thunderous and it was difficult to hear what Paul was saying.

Finally it dawned on me that nobody had come to get me. Tonya sat up, and I did the same. Then I looked at Tonya. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing as heavy as I was. My mouth dropped open.

"You came too!" I said.

Tonya glared at me, then looked away.

That meant that Tonya and I had orgasmed at nearly the same time! But who came first?

I could see Biff talking on his cell phone, and I waved the referee over. "What's going on?" I asked.

The referee was watching Biff as well. "They're checking the computer readouts now. You and Tonya started at nearly the same time...so close that no one knows who started first. The computer will have it to the nanosecond, though."

Did I actually have a chance? Tonya and I got to our feet- albeit a bit shakily- and waited breathlessly for the results. We didn't have to wait long. In moments the unseen Paul's voice was blaring over the overhead.

"Ladies and gentlemen...the results are in. After checking computer monitoring records, it has been determined that Tonya began her orgasm approximately one and half seconds before Erica. Therefore, Erica has been declared the winner of the Orgasm Battle."

I squealed and began to jump up and down, heedless of my huge boobs bouncing everywhere. I had won! I had won! I turned to Tonya with a smirk. 

Tonya's mouth was hanging open. She apparently had been sure she had won, and she was still trying to come to terms with losing. I followed her eyes to the electronic scoreboard, which now read:

TonyaB...I...M...B...O

LauraB...I...M...B...O

EricaB...I...M...B...x

ChrissieB...I...M...B...x

Tonya was going to the Bimbo Throne. 

*****

"Well, here we are once again, and what a spectacular battle that was! C'mon, folks, let's hear it for our mighty sensual warriors, Christine, Erica and Tonya!" 

Biff was carrying on as usual, building the suspense for everybody. He let the applause peak before he continued. 

"It was a great battle, and Erica has amazingly survived yet again. Erica defeated Laura when it counted, and now she has Tonya following Laura to..." Biff cupped his ear.

"The Bimbo Throne!" screamed the audience. I really wished they'd get sick of saying that.

"The Bimbo Throne!" echoed Biff. "As you can see, Tonya is strapped up, wired up and ready to go!"

Indeed she was. Tonya was sitting on the large pink throne, the tiara in place on her head of massive platinum blonde hair. Her bare feet were shifting nervously. The lights dimmed and soon a single spotlight shone directly on Tonya.

"Alright, Tonya. Your name is so adorable we won't attempt to change it, but get ready, because...here...it...comes!" At the last word, Biff pressed the big button. Of course, the big button was just for show, inasmuch as a backstage tech was actually pulling a lever, but the audience didn't know that. The results were the same, however.

The spotlights swirled and the lights on the tiara flickered repeatedly. The loud hum buzzed incessantly for several seconds. Finally, the hum stopped, the lights slowed down, and the overhead lighting returned.

The techs descended upon Tonya and flashed lights in her eyes and all sorts of things before declaring her stable. Then they unstrapped her. She stood a bit unsteadily, but appeared to be fine.

Biff walked over. "So, Tonya, you've been through the Bimbo Throne! How do you feel?"

Tonya's knees were together, although her feet were spread apart. Her bare toes were pointed inward. She looked confused. "Ummmm...I'm okay. Really. I'm super, honest!" she said.

"That's great, Tonya! Would you like to go on a date later, sweetie?" asked Biff.

Tonya giggled. "With you, a famous tv guy and stuff? Oh, yeah, sure!"

Biff chuckled. "And what would we do after the date, Tonya?" he asked.

Tonya's hips wriggled, and she was having trouble following the conversation, but she giggled gamely. "Biffy! We're on tv! I can't tell you that!" 

Biff put his arm around Tonya as she stood up. "Tonya, everybody! Let's give her a hand!"

*****

Chrissie stood on stage, looking nervously at the audience. She had just returned from receiving her fourth level of bimbification- her erotic enhancement session- and she was obviously trying to cope with waves of unfamiliar and intense sensations of arousal.

"Well, Christine," said Biff, "It's time for the accessory portion of the round. Usually you would spin the Accessory Wheel, but for this round, the final accessory round, we decided to turn it over to the audience for a phone in! For the last hour, the viewing audience has been phoning in their votes, and now our studio audience will do the same using the devices attached to the seats in front of them. Paul, tell the studio audience about their choices!"

"Certainly, Biff!" said the unseen Paul. "Choice number one involves Christine receiving a baby bump! That's right, it's the latest Hollywood craze! Christine's belly will swell to the size of an eighth month pregnancy for three to six months every year! Although there won't actually be a baby involved, pregnancy fans will get to enjoy all the perks of a pregnant bimbo as Christine will lactate and grow an adorably swollen belly."

"Choice number two involves Christine developing an addiction to semen! Yes, Christine will find herself not just wanting, but needing a daily dose of semen to get through the day. Whether she gets it orally, anally or vaginally, Christine will be grateful to get it any way she can!"

"Choice number three involves Christine becoming a butt slut! That's right, the nerves around Christine's anus will be altered in such a way that she will be more sensitive back there than her vagina! She will be able to achieve orgasms without difficulty and the only way she will be able to be satisfied sexually will be anally!"

"And finally, choice number four involves asianization! Yes, Christine will find her features and characteristics taking an Asian flavor whenever she becomes aroused! The more aroused she is, the more Asian her appearance!"

Biff smiled big for the audience. "So there you have it, folks. Make your choices now, and we'll be announcing the results shortly."

There was silence for a while as the studio audience made their selections. Chrissie pressed her thighs together, trying to deal with the erotic heat, and several times I saw her unconsciously twirling her pink-permed hair. She was definitely feeling the tension.

Finally, the buzzer sounded and time was up. Biff stepped to the front of the stage, making a show of answering his ringing cell phone.

"Yes, Mister Big, this is Biff Brewster," he said. "Yes, sir, I understand. Thank you, sir." Biff then hung up his phone.

"The results have been tallied, folks!" Biff turned to Chrissie. "Congratulations, Christine. The selection chosen by the viewers and the fans in the studio audience is choice number four: asianization!" The fans applauded and stomped their feet and Asian harp music began to play over the speakers. Two beefcakes escorted Chrissie toward backstage. Biff turned back to the audience.

"Well, folks, that's all for tonight," said Biff. "Next episode will be the final match for the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang! Yes, it will be Erica versus Christine for all the marbles, winner takes all! There can be only one! The underdog Erica versus the favorite Christine in the hardest-core contest yet...the Goblin Cage Match! Thanks for joining us, everybody, and remember...the only good bimbo...is any bimbo! Good night, everybody!"

NEXT: Round Seven: ENDGAME.



Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 07



Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.

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Round Seven- ENDGAME

TonyaB...I...M...B...O

LauraB...I...M...B...O

EricaB...I...M...B...x

ChristineB...I...M...B...x

The scoreboard told the whole story.

Tonya and Laura- now Lori- had visited the Bimbo Throne, and they were now the ultimate bimbos. Tonya had big blonde hair all the way down to her rounded ass, along with huge boobs, vagina bumps that gave her orgasms every twenty feet, erotically enhanced sensations and permanent makeup. A single strand of bunny DNA had been spliced into her as well, resulting in growing bunny ears and hyper-fertility. Also, although there was no visible difference in her feet, she was unable to wear shoes, making her permanently barefoot. Tonya also had "BIMBO" tattooed on her swelled ass. Laura had long straight red hair, super sensitive nipples on her huge boobs, and the same exotically extreme curves that Tonya, Chrissie and I had. Like Tonya, there were no visible differences in Laura's feet, but subtle changes had been made to her Achilles tendon, and Laura was unable to walk unless she was wearing high heels. Laura had trouble walking long distances as well, due to her permanent clit piercing, but her most eye-catching body modification- besides the obvious- was a breath-taking vine tattoo that started on her left foot and worked its way around her body, ending on her right shoulder blade.

Of course, Chrissie and I had the full body modifications as well. Besides the staples of a tiny waist, wide hips and big boobs, Chrissie had a bright pink perm that was probably the girliest thing ever. Also, her knees popped wide open every time she sat down, and every time she bent over to pick something up, she bent from the waist. Chrissie also meowed when she talked from the kitty DNA strand she had received. And she had one new enhancement that was proving embarrassing for her as well.

I had the same extreme bimbo curves the others had, although my boobs were a cup bigger than theirs. Well, except for Tonya, who had the same size as me. I had permanently pierced nipples, swelled super sensitive lips, and my hair was permanently arranged in blonde pigtails off the top of my head. Also, my eyebrows were rounded and heightened, giving me a perpetually surprised facial expression. I had also been given a CFM walk ("come fuck me") and was subject to random orgasms. Most embarrassingly, I now lisped.

The main difference for Tonya and Laura- as opposed to Chrissie and I- was that they had been forced to visit the Bimbo Throne. This had affected their intelligence in several ways, the primary way being that it had scrambled their logic abilities and had made them gullible as hell. It also made them bubbly and irritatingly sociable. 

All four of us had been erotically enhanced as well, meaning everything made us helplessly aroused. Everything. Every movement, every touch.

The only thing left was determining who would be the final one of us to visit the Bimbo Throne...Chrissie or I.

*****

Michael- the backstage manager- was scrambling around like a crazed weasel.

"Reset the lighting! Jose! Andale! Have those drapes been refolded? Get a mechanic to oil those stage rails! Chip! Chip? CHIP! Get those boxes moved or I'll send your ass back to that butchy wife of yours! What?!? What do you mean, a pipe broke? Get an emergency plumber here! Immediately! Hey, what's wrong with that guy? Oh, wait...that's just Henry. Sleeping again! Nevermind! Slap that boy with a fish and send him back to the storeroom!"

Things were hopping as the stagehands got things ready for the last episode of this round of Bimbomania. I chuckled in amusement as I watched Michael's face change color. Tonya and Laura were nearby, but, like Chrissie, I was listening to their babble with only half an ear.

"...so she said, 'No way!' and I was, like, 'Totally way!' and she was, like, 'Totally no way!'" said Laura.

Tonya giggled. "Gosh, really? Wow!" 

Then Chrissie's voice cut in. "Laura, you're in public. Stop playing with your boobs. Meowwww. Tonya, don't touch yourself there unless you're in your own room."

Tonya's voice took on a whining quality. "But it feels sooooooo good!"

Chrissie sounded exasperated. "I know, but this isn't the place for it!"

"Hmmphh," said Tonya. "Fine. I'll just walk around, then, 'cuz that feels good!"

"Fine," said Chrissie, "just stay where I can see you. Meowww."

Tonya and Laura strolled off, arm in arm, boobs jiggling in synch. I chuckled.

"At weast you know what you have to wook forward to," I said. Stupid lisp.

"Bite me," said Chrissie. "You won't have time to walk around. You'll be on your knees giving those five dollar 'bwowjobs'."

"If you twy to sell my ass with the same efficiency that you ran the gang with," I said, "then I won't have anything to worry about."

Chrissie's eyes narrowed and took a step forward. "Funny. Meowwww. How's your ass after that spanking I gave you?"

I flushed. "My ass is fine. Why are you knees pwessed together? Feeling a wittle hot?"

Chrissie scowled. "I'm fine."

"Weally?" I said

Chrissie narrowed her eyes, then suddenly reached forward and slid a finger between my sensitive lips.

I gasped, my lips instinctively wrapping around her finger. Embarrassed, I reached out suddenly and pinched her nipple. 

She gasped. "Stop it, bitch!" she said.

I pressed against her, pinching her sensitive nipples. "Oh, come on, sweetie, you know you love it," I said, my lips still wrapped around her finger. Well, tried to say.

This wasn't easy for me, as I was pretty aroused myself, but it was having the effect I wanted: it was driving Chrissie crazy with arousal. She was gasping and squirming, and the fact that she still had her brains was the only thing that kept her from collapsing into a puddle of heat and need. I wasn't finished yet, however.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" I said.

"Dammit, Erica! Meoowwwwww! Stop!" said Chrissie. She was wriggling, and her skin seemed to be getting darker.

"Why? Are you getting awoused?" I said, my fingers working her sensitive nipples.

"Oh! Stop! Oh! Dammit! Oh!" said Chrissie. Her eyes were beginning to slant and her skin darkened even more.

I continued ruthlessly. "Oh, but look at you! You're becoming adorable!" I said.

"No! No, you stop now! You stop! Me too horny!" said Chrissie, in the full throes of Asianization. She was rapidly becoming fully Asian. 

I laughed. "But you wook sooooooo hot now! A pink-permed horny Asian girl! I love it!"

The overwhelming heat was too much for Chrissie, and she slid to the ground, her fingers sliding into her panties. I went to a knee and kept my arms around her as her fingers worked her clit.

"Me so horny! Oh! Me so horny!" said Chrissie, as she shuddered in my arms.

I smirked as she wriggled and came in my arms. Unfortunately, a sudden wave of pleasure swept over me and I began to wriggle and shudder as well. Damn random orgasms.

*****

Chrissie and I regained our senses with a gasp, still clenched in each other's arms. We blushed simultaneously, then scrambled apart.

Michael was standing there. "Ah, ladies, could you please control your friends? They're distracting my crew," he said.

Chrissie and I nodded, straightening our clothes as surreptitiously as possible. "Yeah, yeah, we're on it," said Chrissie.

We followed Michael to a storeroom. A burly, dark-haired stagehand had Tonya pressed against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He was holding the little blonde by her hips and bouncing her on his cock. Laura was bent over a table, another stagehand behind her, and he was stroking into her from behind, her red hair still perfect. The moans reached a crescendo even as we watched, indicating that all parties involved were reaching orgasm nearly simultaneously.

"So," I said, "is this what they mean by 'work party'?" 

Michael didn't laugh. Chrissie snickered a little, though.

We got the two of them under control and walked them back to the stage door. Tonya's eyes were already glazing from her vagina bumps by the time we got the waiting area.

I could hear the audience filing in and taking their seats, and my heart started pounding. Chrissie and I were finally even, but I knew a lot of that was because of luck. I'd have to stay focused. Just one more round and we were done with this game show. After that...well, I'd either be a sex toy or be taking care of several sex toys.

Chrissie's silence indicated that she was probably having similar thoughts. I watched her for a short time, thinking that, even if I got fully bimboed, I'd never get tired of making fun of her pink perm. That thought was cheering me considerably when the opening music began to play.

It was time.

*****

"Good evening, and welcome to a special edition of Bimbomania! I'm your host, Biff Brewster, and tonight we bring you the final round of this edition of our show!"

Biff waited for the thunderous applause to stop.

"This has been an intense, hard-fought battle amongst the members of the Museum Heist Gone Wrong Gang, and the studio audience and home viewers alike have been treated to some of the hottest shenanigans yet! Let's give them all a big hand!"

Behind Biff, the stage began to whirr and rotate on its tracks.

"Okay, it's time for the Goblin Cage Match! This match will determine the overall winner of the match of the Museum Heist Gone Wrong gang!" said Biff. "Now, the rules are simple. Behind me you see a room-sized cage. Inside the cage are six studs. That's three studs for each of you. Each of you also has three potential sexual entry points. This is not a coincidence. It does not matter which stud does which area, but three different studs must be used, and all three entries must be used. The order is up to you."

The crowd applauded, and Biff waited for them to settle down before resuming. "Now, there are also two Bimbomania cuties in the cage as well. Along with satisfying three studs, you will also be responsible for satisfying a cutie with your tongue. We are, after all, an equal opportunity game show!" There was the sound of a rim shot, and the crowd laughed appreciatively.

Biff continued. "Now, if that sounds easy, think again. To make it more challenging, you will be providing this satisfaction while blindfolded, with your arms strapped behind your back as well. A good bimbo knows how to use all her senses to please, and you'll be ready to be the best bimbo possible when this round is complete! Those are the rules. First one to satisfy a stud with each hole and satisfy a cutie with her tongue wins the round. The loser visits the Bimbo Throne. And remember, each stud and cutie is wired to the computer with the infrared wireless, so we know exactly when they orgasm."

Biff finally turned back to the audience. "Alright, folks, this is it. The last event, the last round. Christine versus Erica. Endgame! Let the Goblin Cage Match begin!"

The crowd went crazy. Chrissie and I were led back to the cage. We began to strip as a stage assistant explained the technicalities.

"When you find a stud, you will tell him what part of you to do." She looked at both us. "Any questions?"

Chrissie and I shook our heads. We were naked now, and our arms were being strapped together behind our backs. It wasn't precisely painful, but it was very awkward. Then the blindfolds were put in place, and everything was dark.

Unable to see, it was very disconcerting at first. Then, gradually, the noise of the audience faded into the background and my other senses seem to expand slightly. I evened my breathing, feeling my heart beating in my throat, and relaxed my belly muscles. It was time to think heat.

Biff's voice boomed, "Alright, girls...!"

This was it.

"Get ready...!

If I was going to take Chrissie down, it would have to be now.

"Get set...!"

All or nothing. Endgame.

"GO!"

It was time for some serious fucking. I heard the patter of feet as the studs and cuties spread out throughout the cage. People in the audience began shouting out directions as I padded carefully along the edge of the cage. A sudden shout went up and I knew that Chrissie had found her first stud. It was still early, but I felt a flash of panic as I realized I was behind already.

Then I realized I could detect a slight odor of cologne. Not strong, but enough that I realized the studs were wearing it to help guide Chrissie and I to them. I paused long enough to determine what direction it was coming from and then followed it to its source.

My cheek bumped against the unyielding pecs of what had to be a stud. "Yeth!" I said. "Blowjob!" I squealed, hating how enthusiastic I sounded.

A voice rumbled deeply. "A blowjob it is, Miss. I can't help you find it, however."

"Fine," I said, "whatever. Just don't move." With that, I pressed my lips against his chest and then slid my lips down his pecs and over his belly muscles, until I had located his cock with my mouth. Of course, by then the sensations from my lips had me shuddering with heat and need, and I found it embarrassingly easy to give this unseen stranger a blowjob on national television.

My lips wrapped around his cock, and I could feel him hardening in my mouth. It was difficult and awkward with my arms strapped behind my back, but soon my mouth was stroking up and down that shaft without pause. I was drooling helplessly and embarrassingly loud slurps could be heard, but I could taste the salty pre-cum, and I knew it was working. 

A sudden explosion of cheers and applause accompanied a deep moan, and I knew Chrissie had just satisfied her first stud. I kept my panic at a low ebb and just focused on my efforts to please the cock in my mouth. I wasn't far behind and I couldn't afford to let myself get distracted by Chrissie's progress. I had to focus on what I was doing and nothing else.

Concentrating was difficult, as the sensations from my lips had already given me two intense orgasms. Just after my second orgasm, however, the cock in my mouth became a steel band, and suddenly a wave of hot cum poured into my mouth. Startled, I swallowed the flow as fast as I could. The crowd cheered as my belly filled. Moments later, I was struggling to my feet and searching for my next stud.

I heard squeals of pleasure coming from the other side of the cage, and surmised that Chrissie had found one of the cuties. I was making the mistake of focusing of Chrissie too much, but it didn't matter right then, as it turned out, because I ran directly into another stud.

"Ooooof!" I said. "Fuck me!"

"I live to serve, of course," said the stud. "How do you want to do it?"

"Get on the floor. On your back," I said. I needed to control this to make sure it happened as fast as possible. I wasn't taking any chances.

I heard him getting into position, and I used my bare feet to determine where he was. Then I straddled him and slid my pussy down his cock. I shuddered as I felt his thickness just fill me. Omigod, I just wanted to ride this thing forever. I was getting bimboey already, but I couldn't help it. Every nerve was on fire and dipped in pleasure at the same time, and I couldn't control my moans. His hands held my hips in place as he grinded into me, and my boobs jiggled as I shuddered from helpless pleasure. Then he bounced me on his cock and I screamed like a slut in heat. He was playing me, and I was helpless to stop him. Then, when he held my hips down once more as he grinded into me, I reached down with my bound hands to cup his balls under my ass, and that had the effect I hoped for. With a roar, he held my hips tight as he began to fill me with his cum. I could feel his heated shaft throbbing inside me as his balls emptied. Finally, his body slackened and he lay back, panting. Stud number two was done.

I struggled to my feet, trying to get my bearings so I could find my next companion. Standing was a challenge after so many orgasms, and concentrating required effort. The erotic enhancements to my body had made the multiple orgasms easy to come by, but they were taking their toll.

The crowd was cheering and shouting encouragement, and soon I sensed a presence in front of me. I hoped it was the remaining girl, but as I got closer I got a masculine scent. Then my cheek was pressed against solid pecs, and I knew I had found my last stud.

I felt his hand on my waist. "I have to do your ass, sweetie," he said.

I turned around and leaned forward, sticking my rounded ass out for him. "I know," I said. "Do it."

I gasped as I felt him rubbing what I assumed was lubricant between my ass cheeks. I felt him grip my hips, and I had a sudden flash of panic as I felt sudden pressure against my tight rear opening. I tried to keep my breathing even, but I wouldn't be able to do that if he just drove it inside my ass!

I felt myself filling up back there, and realized his cock was sliding inside my ass without major difficulty. I felt breathless, but, in fact, it was making me shudder with pleasure as well. Despite everything, I could feel my body blushing with embarrassment. I was getting fucked up the ass and enjoying it on national television. I hated this game show.

The stud held my hips as he stroked into my ass again and again. My huge boobs swayed as my ass slapped against his lower belly. I could feel his shaft thickening inside my tight rear entry and knew he was getting close. I shuddered as his continued stroking made me embarrassingly, helplessly aroused, despite my repeated orgasms already. Then I felt one of his hands leave my hip, and I was puzzled for a moment, but only a moment, as I suddenly felt the sting of a hearty slap on my rounded ass. I squealed in surprise, and suddenly the stud was filling my ass with cum.

Finally, he pulled out of my ass and it was official. I was full of cum in every available space, and had never felt so bimboey and slutty as I did at this moment. And it wasn't over yet. I still had to find the cutie.

I realized with a start that I had lost track of Chrissie and whatever she was doing. Well, too late to worry about it now. I wandered the cage, trying desperately to locate the remaining cutie. Finally, judging by the audience's cheers as they tried to guide me, I found myself on the far side of the cage. And that's when I realized I could smell a light dab of perfume.

I moved forward eagerly, and suddenly my face was pressed between two soft pillows. I backed up a step, mumbling an apology.

"Not a problem, sweetie," said a soft voice, "but you better get to it. Christine is working Sean's cock into her ass for her final one."

I felt a cold hand gripping me, and knew I had to do the best job of licking pussy I could possibly do. I dropped to my knees and located the girl's clit with my tongue. Then I went to work on that hot button using every trick I could think of.

I licked and sucked that clit. I circled my tongue around it. I flickered it with my tongue. I pressed my face into her sex. My cheeks were covered with her juices, and I felt so full from being full of cum that I thought I would waddle for the rest of my life. The girl's moans were getting more intense, though, and her hips were beginning to buck. I could hear the guy doing Chrissie's ass beginning to moan as well, however. It was going to be close.

My jaw ached, my body ached and I was cumming again as my sensitive lips continued to wrack my insides with unbearably heated sensations. I was a swirl of helpless reactions. At last, however, the girl's hips began to buck as her moans matched the intensity of the stud's moans, and suddenly the audience was cheering and screaming even louder than before, if that was possible. The girl was gripping my hair in her hands and had my face pressed tightly to her sex as her belly shuddered from the intensity. Nearby, the man's moans had faded to nothing as his orgasm finished as well.




Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 07



Who had cum first...the stud or the cutie?

The blindfolds were removed and our aching arms were unstrapped. Chrissie and me looked a mess. Our faces were covered with sexual juices and it was obvious we had just been fucked by multiple guys. On national television. I really hated this game show. And we still had no idea who won.

The door to the cage opened, and Biff strolled in flashing his million-dollar smile. "What a finish! What a match! No clear winner has been declared yet! The technicians are going over the computer readings to determine exactly who orgasmed first! We are actually having a photo finish to one of the most competitive rounds of the Goblin Cage Match ever! One of the most competitive rounds of Bimbomania, for that matter! Regardless of who wins, you both have done yourselves proud! Please, a big hand for Christine and Erica!"

Naked, layered in sexual juices and full of cum, Chrissie and I had to smile for the studio audience and the home viewers.

*****

Twenty minutes later, both Chrissie and I were strapped side-by-side in the Bimbo Throne, wearing the bimboing tiaras. We had been cleaned up as much as time allowed, and no winner had been announced yet. Apparently, the powers that were had decided to draw out the drama as much as possible, and make the final bimboing less anti-climatic. Good for ratings also, no doubt, but nerve-wracking as hell. Roadkill, the biker-turned-tech who had been nice to me even as he was bimboing me up, gave me a wave and a good-luck wink during a commercial break. That was nice, but hardly reassuring.

The cameras turned back on, and Biff was once again perky. "Welcome back, bimbomaniacs! It's time to find out who was victorious! Both girls are hooked up to the Bimbo Throne, but only one tiara is actually connected to the Throne! When I push the big pink button, one girl will step off the throne with their brains in place, and the other girl will join Lori and Tonya as a brand new bimbo!"

I turned to look at Chrissie. Despite everything happening, she still managed to look arrogant. I really hoped I won, because Chrissie would be improved by a good bimboing. She glared at me and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Are you ready, girls?" asked Biff.

"Yes!" we said, in unison.

Biff flipped the plastic cover. "Then let's make a bimbo!" And his finger pressed the big pink button.

The throne began to glow bright pink, and I could feel the flow of electricity through the tiara. Lights on both tiaras began to blink and flicker rapidly. Soon the humming stopped, however, and the blinking lights faded. Slowly the studio lights came on, and everybody looked at us expectantly.

A bunch of tech people rushed out and looked at our eyes with flashlights and stuff, and they took our heartbeats and blood pressure and all that stuff. They wrote in their notebooks and finally looked at Biff and nodded. They unstrapped us, and we got up and stretched.

I blinked at the lights. I smiled at Biff and then the audience. And then I began giggling. I couldn't help it. I felt so good I just had to giggle.

Chrissie looked at me as I giggled. Then her lip slid forward into a pout, and she stamped her foot.

"You're laughing at me!" she said.

I nodded. "I am, Chwissie, but in a good way, don't worry."

She looked at me suspiciously. "It's a good way?" she asked.

I nodded in my most sincere manner. "Oh, yeth, definitely a good way."

Chrissie giggled and clapped her hands briefly. "Oh, cool!"

Then the Bimbomania theme music began to play and Biff was gushing. "Congratulations, Erica! You have made one of the most amazing comebacks ever to win this round of Bimbomania! Yes, your cutie began her orgasm a microsecond before Christine's stud, and Christine- now Chrissie- joins Lori and Tonya as a bimbo! All cash and prizes are yours! All that's left is for you to make arrangements with the Chrystal Heights justice department for the details of your probation! Congratulations once again, Erica!"

Lori and Tonya had joined Chrissie on stage, and they were clapping as well, although they likely didn't know what they were cheering for. Confetti dropped from above, and streamers flowed across the stage. Studs and cuties lined the stage and cheered, and the audience stomped and clapped and carried on with such exuberance that the vibrations on the stage made my clit quiver. Even the usually unseen Paul made an appearance to congratulate me. 

The music continued to play, and someone handed me a huge bouquet of flowers. Then the sound of a motorcycle was heard, and Roadkill entered the stage riding a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He pulled up next to me, and I slid onto the seat right behind him. I waved to the crowd as we rode off the stage.

*****

Six months later

Chrissie stomped her foot in frustration, causing her boobs to jiggle. "Again?!?" she said.

I nodded in apparent sympathy, causing my own huge boobs to inadvertently jiggle. "Yes, Chwissie. Again. These two guys were carrying some medicine for you to get your bwains back, but they hit a bump and all the medicine accidentally spilled into their mouths. The only way you can get it inside you is to suck it out through their cocks."

"Well, darn it! That sounds like a blowjob! Meowww!"

"Oh, no, not wike that at all!" I said. "This is more like an injection fwom the doctor, because you're getting medicine inside you."

She thought about that. Then she said, "Ohhhhhhhh! I get it! Kay, I'll suck that medicine right out! I'll be totally smart again!" She nodded and made her way towards the back room, pink perm bobbing as she moved.

The two guys standing there started towards the back room to join Chrissie. I held up my hand. "Pay first, guys. Five dollars each. You know that."

They grumbled good-naturedly, but handed over the fives without argument. They were regulars. I nodded them towards the room.

I fanned my cheek. My knees were pressed together and I really needed a few private minutes. My nipple piercings were feeling quite sensitive.

Steven, our lawyer, was on the couch talking to Tonya. He smiled tolerantly at her blonde babble. He saw that my business transactions were completed, so he gave Tonya's swollen belly an affectionate pat and walked over to me.

"You seem to be doing well," he said. 

I nodded. "Chwissie alone pwactically pays the bills, between the blowjobs and her and Lori's website. I've hardly touched the money I won from the show."

Steven nodded. "And Tonya seems healthy as well," he said.

"Yeth," I said. "She's due in about thwee months. She's swelling fast, and her boobs awe becoming legendawy."

"By the way," said Steven, "the appeal for leniency was granted. They'll eventually get their brains back, although that's a couple years away."

I grinned mirthlessly. "That's fine. There's a lot of blowjobs for Chwissie between now and then, so I won't be bored."

From the back room, Chrissie's voice suddenly rang out. "Oh, darn it! You did it on my face! It's supposed to be in my belly, silly! Meowwwww! Me so horny!"

I grinned again. "Well, Roadkill is stopping by for dinner tonight, so I should go get weady. If you like, feel free to hit up Chwissie for a blowjob before you go. For you, it's on the house, for all the work you...you...ohh...ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhhhhh...!"

Stupid random orgasms.

THE END