"We've just got the go-ahead from Rupert Murdoch. The show's a go!" The room erupted into applause. "And," Greg Phelps said trying to calm the his small but jubilant audience, "we've been told to push the envelope as far as it can go. This is going in the 11:30 to 12:30 time slot, up against Leno and Letterman so there's no real worry about the FCC."

Greg was elated as he delivered the news. Fox's new attempt to break into the Reality TV scene was bolder and seemed more like the kind of fare Fox started out producing in the 80s. He had pitched the idea based on the success of Blind Date and the other more sexual reality TV shows. In the pitch session he had described the show as "Blind Date meets Fifth Wheel meets Survivor meets Popstars."

The plan was for a full season-length show with an open call for contestants and a national tour to select the 25 women who would be squaring off against eachother in the competition. The competition was an elimination competition, the objective being to be the most desirable to the four male judges.

"Each week," the treatment submitted to Fox read, "each judge will express a preference for a particular trait in women -- breast size, manner, hair colour, bearing, sexual preference, etc. Each judge will then distribute a limited number of votes amongst the remaining contestants and the lowest-scoring contestant will be eliminated. We foresee interesting politics in the later elimination rounds as the different tastes of the judges come into conflict with one another."

"Now," Greg started. "We need to decide how we should pick the judges."

"I don�t think we could go about it our normal way." Sally Reynolds said. "Most of the actors we would get would be too concerned about their image and what their fans would think of them to really cut loose on the contestants."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement at that.

"How about if we get some porn stars to be the judges?" Dave Holbrook asked.

"There we go!" Greg said excitedly. "That�s more along the lines that I�m think of!"

"Or we could get other more high profile people from the porn industry." Sally chimed in. "Like publishers of erotic magazines or porn movie producers!"

"Excuse me." Came a voice from the back of the room. It was Howard Gains from research. The small geeky looking young man with a pocket protector stood. "I have an idea you might like."

"Well go ahead." Greg smiled. "I�ll take any thoughts you have on this."

"Well," Howard started. "I spend a lot of time on the internet and have come across quite a few sites that are solely dedicated to the transformation of women into sexual wet dreams. Most of the guys there have some really demented ideas and are very vocal, at least in their writing, about what they like. Maybe we could get some of them as the judges. With them being able to hide behind their on-line personas they wouldn�t pull any punches. And several that I�ve conversed with would probably jump at the chance to participate, for free!"

"Well, that�s a very good idea Howard." Greg said. "Anyone have any others?"

"Actually," said Chris, a janitor who happened to be nearby when the meeting began, "what would really work would be if we just picked four 'ordinary' guys -- non-celebrity ordinary people. You guys don't realize, most men think like internet porn writers and porn show producers. It's just that they keep their thoughs to themselves, never admitting even to eachother that they have these totally perverted thoughts. The thing is that they will have to reveal these fetishes in order to eliminate contestants -- they'll be sucked into showing what perverts they really are and won't even realize it. They'll get enough fan mail from men begging them to make certain choices that it won't occur to them that they're really offending people."

"The point of the show is that these guys will get sucked into revealing their sickest fantasies to the nation. You see, the show needs a Jerry Springer factor. I also think the 25 figure is too high. I say we go with 12 -- "

Whatever Chris was about to say next was cut off by the security guards dragging him from the room. "You know," said Greg, "what about getting ordinary guys..."

They then went on to design the rules for the game. Women would be eliminated if they couldn't bring themselves to do what the judges wanted.

A lot was worked out in the next few hours. Four men would be chosen from a national free draw to be judges (actually, 16 finalists would be drawn and screened to produce a TV-ready 4). At the end of each episode the four panelists would each name one thing they found attractive in women. Cameras would then follow the women for the ensuing week and film their activities in service of appearing more attractive to the men. Of course, each week, some women would find the implied instructions from the men to be too bizarre of extreme. They would drop out.

Of course, the lure of a $2 million grand prize, modeling contract and free cosmetic surgery and clothes for the duration of the show would probably be sufficient incentive to stop people dropping out.

"I think we will stick with the original idea of 25 contestants." Greg said. "With the possible drop outs we may need that many to get through the 26 episode season. All contestants remaining at the end of the last episode will be given points by the judges to decide the final winner."

They also decided on the guide lines for the contestants.

1) Between the age of 21-25.

2) They must have a strong desire to want to win.

3) Average looks, not ugly or beautiful, just average. (Got to give the judges something to work with.)

4) And last, they must be single. This last one caused the most controversy. While they all agreed that it could work just as well with a married woman, it was finally decided that the normal male viewer would want to watch a woman that they might be able to actually have, if only in their dreams. It also took out the possibility of a concerned husband talking his wife out of a challenge. "Any other suggestions?" Greg asked.

The executives at Fox were pretty impressed with the show's format, except, of course, for the idea of the women having average looks. "You mean average for TV, right?" the Vice-President in charge of programming had said.

A few minor adjustments were made and a whopping 800,000 American men entered Judges' Draw. And by the time the show rolled into Miami for the first set of auditions for the 25 contestant spots, the judges had developed a pretty good rapport with one another, despite their surprisingly diverse attributes.

They were somewhat disappointed that the casting department, not them, got to choose the contestants. "It's kind of like we're just so much window dressing," Brian Clough, the post-doctoral philosophy student had remarked, until it was pointed out to him that as a judge, he was free to make suggestions about how to improve the women's auditions. "Think of it as practice for the big event," the executive producer had said.

And as they sat around over a beer, 14 hours after the Miami audition had started, they found themselves pretty pleased with their work. Right now, Brian was basking in the praise of his fellow judges who were toasting his bold suggestions. The woman who was selected had been the most enthusiastic participant in the test devised by Brian she had brought herself to the most convincing orgasm infront of the judges.

Kim Richards was in the bathroom stall, cleaning up the mess she had made between her legs after her audition, when she heard the news that she had made it into the next round of the competition. Happily she finished cleaning herself off. As she finished she looked down at her soggy panties. With a shrug she picked them up and tossed them into the toilet and flushed them down.

�Oh well,� She thought. �with two million I�ll be able to afford new panties every day.�

After a little primping she headed out to meet the shows host and camera crew.

"So Kim," The host asked. "what did you think of the preliminary auditions?"

"Well, I think that it�s going to be a very interesting show if this is just the auditions!" She laughed.

"I take it you are referring to the small challenge the judge put before the contestants?" The host said. "Do you think you will be able to handle four such challenges a week?"

Kim smiled. "Bring it on! I can handle anything they throw at me!" She stated confidently.

"Whoa! Better watch out for this young lady! I think she�s going for the gold in this competition!" He said exuberantly. "One final question, there has been talk that many of the contestants faked their orgasms, did you?"

Kim just smiled and said nothing as she felt the slightly cool breeze on her still moist pussy under her skirt.

Meanwhile the auditions moved on. It had been decided that in order to give their four judges each a chance to participate in the auditions it would be held in four different phases.

The first phase was held all over the country with Brian�s challenge in it. The other three would be held at the Fox studio in Los Angels. With the four different phases the contestants would be cut down to the needed twenty-five starting with two hundred from the first round, one hundred from the second, fifty from the third, and at last twenty-five from the fourth.

Steve Borges was the second judge picked. He had devised a challenge he knew would really test the women.

They had to shave their pubic hair in front of them.

Initially, many of the original 200 women found this requirement ridiculously easy. Many had shaved their pubic hair in anticipation of the show. Others shaved regularly. Still others had had their pubic hair removed through electrolysis. Given that the show had attracted a disproportionate number of exotic dancers (though all those with breast implants had been disqualified), this idea seemed like child's play.

That is, until it was pointed out that only 100 of them would be chosen by the casting department to move on to the next phase, regardless of their current status. Some of the brighter ones also realized that they would be more likely to be chosen if they could manage to show that they had removed their pubic hair in a way that could be demonstrated on TV without a camera shot at the region in question. The FCC might let bare breasts onto late night TV but beaver shots were out of the question.

Melanie Briemberg, the waitress from Long Island did the most impressive job of impressing, the small, introverted neat freak and proprietor of a dry cleaning business in Missouri. When she disrobed infront of the judges, there was confusion about what they were looking at. Was she a burn victim? It took a moment from Steve's eyes to focus and for him to realize that from the neck down, Ms. Briemberg appeared to be covered in leg wax. Whatever pain she felt as she tore strip after strip off herself was masked by fake-sounding but nonetheless erotic moans of ecstasy she emitted as the judges looked on, enrapt.

This shouldn't be so hard, Melanie thought as she limped to the washroom after her performance. She had shaved her body the day before, significantly reducing the tearing pain the wax normally produced. Sure, she was just a waitress in Queens but a lot of waitresses in New York has psychology degrees, just like hers. You just need to get inside their heads, Mel, she said to herself, and that grand prize will be yours.

After the selection, the group was still pretty diverse but it had allowed the people in casting to weed out a lot of people who didn't know how to perform for the camera. In the remaining 100, there were women who had shaved with coarse electric razors infront of the judges, women how had shaved with disposable razors (and a wide variety of soap/shaving cream substitutes), women who waxed, women who brought in sped-up videotapes of themselves undergoing electrolysis, women who used scissors to give themselves a little trim. One impressive-looking woman who decided to burn off the hair with a cigarette lighter ended up moving on to the local hospital instead of the next round, much to the judges' chagrin.

The task set by Bob Campbell, the overweight copier repair man for the next phase was to make out with another contestant. The term "make out" was left deliberately vague; now was a chance to see how the women in this fierce competition would relate to one another, especially considering that both, one or neither of the women in each couple might move on.

Although fifty contestants moved on in this round, the obvious winners were Janet and Julie Barker. The twin blonds from Kansas left hardly anything to the imagination as they caressed and fondled each other, stopping just short of eating each other out on stage. It was rumored that they finished each other off back stage after their performance but nothing was caught on tape. Several women complained that it wasn�t fair to let the two perform together but were told that it was perfectly legal according to the rules.

When the last fifty arrived the next day for the final elimination phase they were greeted by a small horde of medical personnel with some odd (to most) equipment.

Kenny Mahan, the gas station attendant from Eureka Illinois stood and told them what the final challenge was.

"Today�s challenge is pretty simple." He smiled wickedly. "These nurses are going to give you an enema with a half gallon of liquid. The twenty-five of you that can hold in the longest will win and move on to the show."

Once they were all filled up they were ordered to stand up. Two of them lost it immediately and were disqualified. The judges laughed as they started the next part. They began to run the women through exercises. Three minutes into it the women started wobbling during some run in place exercises. Kenny had failed to mention to them that there was alcohol mixed in with the enemas!

As they got drunker and drunker more of them dropped out leaving the stage a slippery mess. When there were only twenty five left on stage they were released to go to the bathroom. The mad dash to the restroom left the laughing judges rolling in their seats as the drunk women climbed and crawled over each other to get in the door. A half dozen of the women just stood in place on the stage and let it go with a grin adding to the janitors nightmare on the floor.

Despite the show's very high ratings, Fox was forced to drop the show after the enema episode. Their lawyers had told them that it probably wouldn't survive the up coming court battle with the FCC. Fortunately, HBO generously agreed to pick up the show, rebroadcasting the first four episodes in a single, spectacularly-rated night. Fox continued to produce the show and hold syndication rights.

The first new episode broadcast on HBO unveiled the studio from which future episodes would be broadcast. In place of the soon to be regular 40 minute segment showing the women's activities over the past week, the show dwelt mostly on introducing the women to the studio audience.

There was, however, some footage of the women shopping for the outfits they had specially selected for their introductory episode as a lead in. Some women had headed for specialty leather stores, others to Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood, a couple headed to stores specializing in uniforms for private schools, a couple to swimwear dealers and one even headed to a costume store.

By the time the women were led onto the stage, the studio audience was near the point of erupting. The draw to get into the audience had been entered by even more men than the draw for judges. They had been worked up for nearly an hour as they watched the highlights of the first four episodes. Plus, the host, a former Penthouse Pet had had her own way of inspiring enthusiasm in the audience. Finally, they had sat bored as the judges were introduced to them in what they considered to be excessive detail.

The first to strut out onto the stage and take a seat on one of the 25 stools reserved for the contestants was Kim Richards, the southern belle with naturally blonde hair. Kim wore a tiny Frederick's ensemble with matching neon orange mini-dress, thong and heels. She winked at the audience and in mid-walk bent over to brush some imaginary dirt from her shoe.

The next was Melanie Briemberg, who had made the audacious move of purchasing a pair of glasses to go with her innocent schoolgirl ensemble. Her absurdly short kilt did nothing to conceal her white cotton panties adorned with little pink hearts. Her white blouse was tied off to expose her midrif and highlight her cleavage, contained in an obvious push-up bra. She too found an excuse to bend over in her short walk across the stage, using her moment to roll down one of her argyle knee socks.

A couple of variants on Kim's outfit crossed the stage before the audience's attention was drawn to a contestant. Misty Knight, from San Francisco had carefully chosen an outfit she imagined no one else would pick. The threadbare tie dyed fabric of her wrinkled, abbreviated top allowed anyone with a passing glance to see through to her spectacularly perky breasts. The hippie chick look didn't allow her to show off as much leg as the other contestants, which, she reflected, was just as well, her legs not being her best feature. Still the slit up the side of the wraparound skirt, combined with an absence of panties caused the heads of the audience members to follow her closely as she pranced across the stage.

Next were the Barker twins.

When the Barker twins walked out on stage the crowd cheered madly. After viewing their performance in the Auditions they were already gaining a fan base. In style they showed their readiness for the challenges. Both were dressed in just a almost see-through teddy and high-heels.

Next up was Tanya Lynn, the small Japanese student from San Antonio Texas. Her petite frame and baby face looks had casting personnel clambering to verify her age. Her long straight black hair melted into the skin tight latex outfit making it look like someone had covered this innocent looking girl in black tar.

The parade continued as the audience drank in the sight of the contestants -- in addition to the outfit types already seen, the audience got to see bikini bathing suits, a fair lingerie selection, a cheerleader outfit and a few other variations. Most people were surprised to see the episode was nearly over before all twenty-five contestants were seated on the high stools infront of the audience.

"Now the time comes," the host, known only as Tiffany, said, "that we get to test not only how sexy these lovely ladies are but just how far they will go -- what they will risk for that $2 million jackpot."

Suddenly a spotlight shone over Kenny Mahan who looked down at a sheet of paper on the table infront of him and apprehensively, a little woodenly, read out his prepared statement. "I really like the rave scene in my town," he lied, "and I wouldn't go out with anyone who couldn't handle the whole rave experience."

Cheesily, a different colour of spotlight shone over Brian Clough, who, like Kenny expressed his fetish again in a slightly more intense way. "I like a girl who's a little bit of an exhibitionist. I wouldn't go out with a girl unless she was comfortable having an orgasm on a public bus during rush hour."

An orange light shone over Bob Campbell when he gave his prepared spiel. He seemed a little more comfortable infront the camera than the other judges. "I like a girl who can go both ways," he said, "I wouldn't date a girl unless she could persuade a woman she's never met before to fuck her in a store's fitting room."

Steve had the feeling there was a reason he was being saved until the end. When he spoke, his voice quavered and he blushed slightly. "I'd like to make sure any girl was really committed if I considered being her boyfriend. So, I wouldn't date a girl unless she got a permanent tatoo above her cunt saying 'Insert Cock Here.'"

"There you have it, girls," Tiffany said, "sounds like you'll be having a busy week, getting tatooed, risking prison and risking rejection by who knows how many store attendants."

The audience erupted into applause as the first studio episode ended.

Angie, the closet lesbian from Seattle was finding the show to be child's play so far.

So far Angie found the challenges to be child�s play and fun. Although she didn�t like the tattoo the rest was easy. Her orgasm on the bus, although very embarrassing, only netted her getting thrown off the bus.

In the mall she had little trouble finding and luring the right sales clerk into a dressing booth while as far ,as the rave scene was concerned, she already knew all the ins-and-outs of it.

�If this is all these pubescent men can dream up this will be a breeze!� she thought as she walked onstage for the next challenges.

Of the twenty-five contestants four had been disqualified, although not from lack of trying. They just seemed to lack the skill or finesse to get a sales clerk in the dressing room. Only one of the remaining girls had been arrested on the bus challenge and she had been released after being fined for public indecency. All the others had either been just ignored by discussed bus-goers or thrown off the bus.

After viewing many of the scenes from the week and talking to the women about them it was finally time to bring the judges in to issue this weeks latest challenges.

As the four judges took the stage they were greeted by a cheering crowd.

The spotlight shone over Brian first. A bit more sure of himself this time he smiled and stated his challenge. "From now on you may not wear anything but skirts and they cannot extend any further than three inches below your crotch, your top have to expose no less than twenty-five percent of your breasts and any shoes must have at least a three-inch heel."

"Well," Tiffany said. "It looks like Brian wants to start getting a bit more specific how he wants you ladies to look. Don�t forget ladies, any challenges that do not have a specified end or time limit remain in effect until the end of the contest or it is changed in a different challenge."

Bob was then in the spotlight. "Well, we now know that these women can swing both ways but I think it time to see how well they can put out." He said with a grin. The crowd roared it�s approval. "I think a perfect girlfriend for me could easily walk into a barroom of men and persuade at least ten of them to pull a chain on her."

After the cheers and screams from the audience died down The light switched to Kenny. Once again in a shaky monotone he read his challenge. "I know this is not very politically correct but I�ve always found a woman that smokes very sexy." He blushed brightly. "I don�t think I could date a girl who didn�t smoke at least two packs of cigarettes a day."

Steve was the last one in line again. As the light moved to him he cleared his throat and spoke. "I like a woman who has full lips, like the woman in the Tomb Raider movie. My perfect girlfriend would have lips just like hers."

The camera then panned over to the contestants to show several of them with shocked looks and others seemed to be contemplating how they were going to accomplish this weeks challenges, or if they were even going to do them.

"There you go ladies, another four challenges. Are you up to it?" Tiffany asked.

"Of course if you do accomplish this weeks tasks I don�t think lady would be an appropriate term for you." She grinned.

What the hell am I doing here? Karen asked herself as she sat at the bar. First of all, her lips were practically numb, having pumped full of collagen only the day before. Then there was the fact that despite their numbness, they were clamped around her 35th cigarette of the day. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, as she sat nervously on the barstool.

Really, the painkillers for her lips, combined with the cigarettes and the four martinis should have been enough to suppress any feelings of uncertainty or anxiety but still, a gnawing fear ate away at her belly. She couldn't believe she was really going through with this; she had known that the contest might involve her degrading herself a little but only six weeks in, she already felt like she was drowning in perversion.

She had expected to be eliminated the last week but had just happened to luck into meeting a clothing store attendant who recognized her from TV and was only too happy to have a brief sexual encounter if it meant a brush with fame. The woman in question seemed to know a lot more about lesbian sex than she did, her experience being limited to a few drunken romps with her boyfriend and her best friend Nicole.

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, she decided as she motioned for the bartender to pour her another martini. This sudden return to smoking after five years smoke-free had left her with a virtually non-existant appetite. She reflected that the olives from the martinis would account for all the solid food she had had since lunch. And now it was nearly midnight. I can't believe it; I'm at a sleazy bar, actually looking to get gangbanged.

Just then, a young man dressed entirely in GAP clothes sidled up to her at the bar. Had he come from that table of drunk frat boys. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," Karen said in response.

"Do I recognize you from that TV show?" he asked boldly.

"Yeah," Karen said, exhaling smoke through her nostrils.

"Do you want to come over and meet my friends?" he asked.

Even in her drunken haze, Karen realized that if this fellow had seen the TV show, he would know what she was doing in the bar. Her heart raced faster as she followed him over to the table where some very drunk, wealthy men in their early twenties were drinking tequila shots.

Karen was offered one shot, then another. Soon, she found that she was the centre of attention as she explained what life was like as a contestant on the show. Soon, the boys were leading her back to the hotel room of Darryl. Apparently Darryl (she couldn't remember which one he was) was in town from Cornell, where he was studying.

Back in the hotel room, the boys' language suddenly got very coarse and their hands were all over her. She drunkenly stumbled over to the bed and sat down heavily. "I don't think I can go through with this," she said.

"Sure you can," the one called Reuben said, "you don't want those cameramen outside the window to report that you failed and get disqualified, do you?"

"But I think I'm going to be sick."

"That's okay. Try some of this." Having already popped a cap of ecstasy on camera for last week's episode, and being so very inebriated, Karen hardly gave a second thought to the cocaine and she eagerly inhaled it. Suddenly, the world came back into focus. Everything calmed down. She was in control of the situation again.

Later when she got to see the unedited tape, she discovered that she had spent five hours doing line after line while being gangfucked. She had used some of the white powder to numb her lips and then later, some more to number her -- other lips.

Still, she survived the week, while six others dropped out, either unable to go through with the gangbang or unwilling to undergo cosmetic surgery. But the 14 contestants who remained were given a hero's welcome by the studio audience as they strutted onto the stage at the beginning of next week's show. There were Melissa Lamb (the corn-fed Missouri girl), Andrea Kim (the LA club girl), Kim Richards, Melanie Briemberg, Alison Novak (the exotic dancer), Janet and Julie Barker, Misty Knight, Tanya Lynn, Angie Dickson, Elizabeth Grantham (the petite Canadian girl who snuck into the Detroit audition), Karen Deere and two others.

As with every previous week, the Barker twins appeared to be the ones to beat as the studio audience hungrily watched the 40 minute video highlights of the previous week. In between scenes of the six drop-outs and their short explanations of their decisions, the audience was able to feast their eyes on the women who went through with the judges' suggestions. Although Karen's orgy drew considerable audience response, the great tag team event put on by the twins made it pale in comparison.

Most of the hour had raced by when the time came for the judges' weekly edicts. This time, the judges, illuminated by their differnt-coloured spotlights gave their comments in a different order, and with decidedly more confidence.

First came Steve whose wish was a little milder than the previous week. "Any woman I would go out with would naturally have piercings in her primary or secondary sexual organs."

Then came Brian, who after being warned about his excessively direct language and consequent liability also phrased his wish a little more cautiously. Shooting a knowing look at Steve, imagining what future wish of Steve's this might precipitate, he suggested, "You know, I've never liked women who needed to wear bras. A woman I would date would naturally have enough confidence and -- um -- perkiness not to need one."

Brian was followed by Bob who winked at the audience as he began his confidently-stated remarks: "I was reading, I think in a medical journal, that orgasms are good for a person. Ideally, a woman in tip-top health should be able to have five orgasms per day. That makes about 35 a week."

Kenny said, in an almost inaudible voice, having been told by the show's lawyers how delicately he would have to make the next remarks, "I really admire the way Angie conducted herself last week. Any girl I went out with would need to share Angie's ability to clear her head and re-align her priorities at least twice a day."

Tanya Lynn was back in her hotel room. So far she had done fairly well considering the challenges so far but this new one had her stopped dead in her tracks. She had actually started to enjoy the orgasms even though she had to start using a cream the doctors had supplied to ease the tenderness after a couple of days. The piercing didn�t bother her much either (She had opted for the nipple rings.), and her firm B cup tits really didn�t need a bra anyway.

No, the part that had her stumped was the �clear her head and re-align her priorities at least twice a day� challenge. Her only friend and assistant in this contest was Alison Novak. She had helped her through many of the hard parts. But now she was sitting in jail for trying to obtain the two some illegal drugs� from an undercover DEA officer!

With her partner in jail she didn�t know where to turn to find something to meet the judge�s requirement.

Through the wind she heard that this new �Team Fusion� had some weird device that one of their geek groupies had made and that the Barker twin�s sponsors had obtained them a prescription for their drugs. Even Andrea had got hold of some of the proper drugs to fulfill the challenge. Out in the hall she heard her talking to one of her burly bodyguards about how the DEA were �taken care of�. She had no idea exactly what this meant, and wasn�t going to ask.

She lit another cigarette and took a small drag. She was finally starting to get use to this but it had been hard. She heard that Team Fusion had gotten some smaller packs from overseas to fulfill their quota but she didn�t have those kind of connections. So she just had to do it the hard was, puke her guts out until her body got use to it.

She really didn�t want to throw in the towel, but what else could she do? She really didn�t want to wind up in jail like Alison.

It was about then that the hand of fate came knocking on her door�literally.

As she got up to answer it the rings in her nipples rubbed harshly against the too small top that she was wearing. She probably shouldn�t have got such large rings but she thought it might help impress the judges.

When she opened the door she was greeted by two people in suits. One man and one woman.

"Tanya Lynn?" The man asked more as a statement than a question.

"Yeah?" She replied with only a slight Texas twang.

"Hello, I�m Mr. Trask and this is my associate Miss Wendell." He started. "We represent the Branch Pharmaceutical company. If you could spare a moment of your time we think we may have a offer you might be interested in."

"Well, come on in." She said brightly. She figured that if a pharmaceutical company was interested in her this might be her change to get the drugs she needed.

She took another small drag off her cigarette as the two sat down on the sofa in her suite. "So what�s this offer you have." She asked.

"Well," Mr. Trask started. "The Branch Pharmaceutical company has been around for about twenty years and we specialize in new and revolutionary drugs. One of our latest drugs is a new antidepressant. We are right now trying to seek FDA approval."

"One of our guys in marketing is a big fan of the show and when this latest challenge came up he brought it to our attention. We feel that this would be a excellent proving grounds for it."

"So, exactly what is this drug?" Tanya asked.

Mr. Trask smiled. "As of right now we don�t have a name besides the three foot long medical one but our boys in R&D have dubbed it the happy drug."

"Unlike most of the current antidepressants out there today it was based on the theory that the main reason people get depressed is that they are constantly worrying about every day things and their problems. This drug, when taken in the right amount, causes the subjects mind to slow down and causes a slight euphoria. Everything seems much calmer to them and they tend to start looking at the brighter side of their life. The only documented side effect we have come across is a slight amount of forgetfulness."

"What? It will make me loose my memory?" She asked.

"That would only happen in cases of an overdose or extremely long usage." He assured her.

"Ok, so you get to show off your new drug." She said. "But what do I get out of being your guinea pig"

"Well," Miss Wendell spoke up for the first time as she pulled some papers from her briefcase. "First off you get to use our new but totally legal drug to fulfill your latest challenge. Second, we will, starting with the next set of challenges, pay you one hundred thousand dollars for each round you continue onwards in."

This alone brightened Tanya�s eyes.

"And last but most definitely not the least, we will provide you with some of the best doctors and support in the upcoming challenges." She finished.

"Well, all that is great but the producers told us that they would already supply any doctors we need plus provide whatever we need, like clothes and such." Tanya said. "I really don�t think I need that."

"You don�t?" Mr. Trask asked. "Do you know that the doctor that gave you those lip injections just graduated from med school? I�m sure that they will provide you with the assistance but if I were you I would look very closely at our offer. With us you will get the very finest, with them you will never know what you�ll get."

It took very little convincing before Tanya agreed and signed the papers. After setting her up[ with a small personal staff later that evening the two suits left.

Tanya laid in the bed smiling. Her pitch black hair was matted in sweat. She had taken one of the new pills they left her and she was dreamy. As one hand played with one of her nipple rings the other slowly slid her vibrator in and out of her pussy. She shuddered slightly as she orgasmed for the sixth time today.

�Oh well,� She thought. �It never hurts to get in a little practice!�

Emily Wendell smiled as she drove back to the office. This was going to be the most graceful possible way out for the firm. It was clear -- everyone involved could see, that the drug was failing the FDA tests spectacularly. Despite the promising trials with animals, the human trials were indicating that reducing the dosage would not result in a corresponding reduction in the change people's minds underwent.

The agreement Tanya had signed would shield the firm from liability in the event that she (or her relatives) tried to sue for what the drug did to her. And once the viewers watched the drug's effects on TV, the firm would make millions selling the formula to the major drug cartels, the CIA and the DEA. It would become the Ecstasy of the 0s.

Branch was the third corporation to enter the fray. First had been Larry Flynt who had signed the Barker twins to a multimillion dollar deal which would kick in at the end of the contest. Needless to say, Flynt was able to have cocaine medically prescribed by a doctor and dispensed by a pharmacist. The doctor's records reflected that he had prescribed it to assist the twins in dealing with the tremendous stress of the contest.

The next had been Fusion, the weird European makeup designer who was trying to start a national trend towards extreme makeup designs. Fusion had sponsored Misty and Elizabeth who had become friends during the first few days when they discovered they could both speak French. Apparently the stuff they were taking was some kind of mixture of dried fungi and roots harvested in alpine meadows by the Misty's annoying hippie fans.

By the next episode, only Melissa, Andrea, Kim, Tanya, Melanie, Misty, Elizabeth, Karen and the inimitable twins remained. As the next episode began, it was evident why the producers and judges had allowed Misty, Elizabeth and Tanya to choose alternatives to the other contestants' drugs. The cocaine provided the other girls with a distinct advantage; while their competitors behaved exactly like people on TV, Misty and Elizabeth looked bashful and restrained while Tanya actually looked stoned.

Soon, though, the girls were seated on their stools and the video of last week's events rolled.

As Tanya sat there watching the huge screen pictures of herself getting her nipples pierced and various poses of her getting herself her hand slipped up under her skirt. A low mummer went through the crowd as she tossed her head back as she came right there on stage. Loud cheers rang through the studio at her performance.

The host Tiffany walked up to her. "Did that turn you on that much?" She laughed.

Although her head was still slightly ringing from the orgasm she struggled for something to say. She really hadn�t realized exactly what she had done until just now.

"Um� that was just my third one for the day." She managed to sputter out. "You know, I really don�t want to fall behind on them."

She blushed slightly as the crowd cheered.

"Now there�s a real go getter for you folks!" Tiffany said to the audience.

Next up were some highlights from Karen and Andrea's weeks. While the other girls had been pretty restrained in their use of drugs, Karen and Andrea had really taken to them.

Previously, Karen had been just about the crack under the strain of the contest. But now, she found herself able to cope and unwind every night. She had developed a strong acquaintanceship some of the frat boys she had gotten to know the week before last, especially because she still didn't have any actual source for the drug beyond these boys. Besides, the judges had informed her that they liked the arrangement she had arrived at as it shielded her and the show from liability.

The scenes of six consecutive nights of drug-fueled orgies with frat boys were exactly what the show's producers had been waiting for. Combined with Tanya's display, it was clear that the process of changing the women was starting to develop a momentum of its own.

Melissa's sense of fear crept up her back as she watched Karen's display. Even though she kept telling herself that the money and fame would be worth all this, she felt more and more disturbed as she watched her competitors degrade themselves. Certainly, she didn't think cocaine a sufficient explanation for Karen's slide into depravity. She had never tried it before and found it not dissimilar to having a few too many cups of coffee.

No, what insidiously appealed about Karen's fate was the fact that it clearly offered her escape -- that vacant, blissful expression. Having five orgasms a day, a couple of strange sexual encounters, wearing a weird outfit -- these things were not the makings of some kind of epic crises, Melissa reflected.

As usual, the Barker twins were last in the highlights video and they did not disappoint. The audience was treated to scenes of them getting matching nipple rings with a special chain that could connect all four rings. The twins also made an effort to have as many of the 35 orgasms a week simultaneously, usually sitting at opposite ends of their sofa looking into eachother's eyes as they moved their matching vibrators in and out.

As predictable as the twins' highlights being shown last was Steve's next wish. "Sometimes, I can be a real breast man. And so, I just don't think I could date women with less than F-cup tits."

After the applause died down, it was Bob's turn. "It's important for me to know that a woman I would be with has stamina. I would like to see a woman who could go at it for 24 hours straight -- I don't care how many people she's with or even if she's by herself -- I just want to know that she can go at full tilt for a whole day.

As the light shone on Kenny several shouts of obscenities came from the crowd in the back. The producers had informed him that he needed to calm down his challenges for a while. From day one after his smoking challenge he started to get hate mail flooding in and with his last challenge the flow seemed to triple. Outside the hotel that they stayed in the group, The Truth (the ones who make those annoying commercials) had set up a permanent camp and had lately been joined by several anti-drug groups.

After the anti-Kenny shouts calmed down he quietly spoke up. "We have a lot of pretty blonds up here but I like my women to be very blond. I wouldn�t consider even going out with a woman unless she was willing to go a nice shade of white blond."

The audience, who had expected more, sat quietly for a few seconds before giving Kenny a round of applause. Kenny sat back down quietly but anyone who was close to him could tell he wasn�t happy that he had to give such a lame challenge.

When is was found out that Kenny had to calm down with his challenge the other three judges had flipped a coin to see who�s turn it was to piss off some people. Brian had won the toss. This hadn�t bothered him in the least. His challenges lately had been kind of week. He was ready to give them a hard one, and he really didn�t care who he pissed off.

"I think a smart woman is a big turn off. My girlfriend wouldn�t be very bright." He started. He had wanted to just leave it there but the producers said no. either he had to flesh out his challenge or chose a different one. "Any girl I date would not be able to use any word with more that two syllables in it."

Tanya wasn't a hundred percent sure of what had happened during the taping. She just knew that she had done well. People really liked her. Besides, her pussy was very wet. Wetter than usual.

Still, she wasn't entirely sure what this week's challenges were. She was having a little trouble remembering. Despite herself, Tanya felt a little nervous and uncertain. She ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to think about why she might be feeling nervous. Then she remembered the words of Ms. Wendell, "If you're feeling bad, it's okay to take an extra pill. Of course, three a day really is the maximum we would medically allow. Maybe four in an extreme situation."

A quick trip to the bathroom later, Kim was feeling just great. Everything was under control now. She felt wonderful, like she was floating. The pill had dissolved on the tip of her tongue just like it was supposed to. She felt the slick folds of her pussy rub together as she walked. And she had figured out what to do about not remembering the show so well.

That Andrea girl is good-looking, she thought as she walked up to her competitor.

"Hey," she said, reaching over to touch Andrea as she spoke. As the only other contestant with any asian blood in her, Tanya felt a real attraction to this girl.

"Get your hand off my breast!" Andrea said.

"Oh. Sorry. You just look so... pretty. You know?"

"What do you want, Tanya?"

"I kinda forgot what we're supposed to do this week. I know we have to bleach our hair and make our tits big but the other stuff..."

Andrea was thrilled. It looked like she was going to have the chance to actually remove this girl. But she had better play it carefully. It would be important not to be caught in a direct lie.

"The other things, sweetie," Andrea said as she ran her hand down the girl's body, "are that you have to fuck for a whole day without stopping and you have to make yourself stupid. So stupid that you can't say words with more than..." Disqualification loomed. "Make yourself stupid and don't say big words."

After a quick thank-you kiss, Tanya left Andrea. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean, the half-Vietnamese girl thought. Oh well, it wasn't my fault. It's just all this blow. The thought of her supply of powder caused her to make an immediate dash for the washroom Tanya had just left.

Later that day, Tanya was very happy to discover that her sponsors had just the thing to help her out.

"Surely they can't mean that I should get dumber," Kim asked her manager plaintively. Kim's half-brother from Tennessee had come to "help out" and make sure Kim wasn't "taken advantage of." As it was, he felt as though he would soon achieve one of his lifelong goals of actually fucking his sibling as he accompanied the already-libidinous Kim in her descent into perversion.

"Do you really want to risk it?" he asked. "They didn't say 'would not use words with more than two syllables,' they said, 'would not be able to use any word with more that two syllables in it.'"

"I guess you're right. But if I can't think properly, the two million isn't really worth it, is it?"

"Obviously," Darryl replied, "we'll just have to come up with something that does this temporarily. I have some ideas..." Darryl didn't plan to use anything with temporary effects and if he did, he would make damn sure that Kim was going to keep doing whatever it was long after the contest ended.

While Kim and Tanya were looking for a chemical solution, the hard-nosed Melanie had come up with her own plan -- a plan which the show's producers quickly communicated to their favoured contestants. Hypnosis was the answer, Melanie decided. She could have strong post-hypnotic suggestions implanted that she couldn't use long words and would act like, effectively be, an idiot. It didn't really cross her mind that it would be stupid Melanie, not smart Melanie who would be figuring out how to fulfill the subsequent challenges.

The show took a week off as the succesion of girls went through surgery. Even with the best medical help and the cutting edge procedures being showcased on the show, it still took time for the women to recover from their breast surgery. The week gave the network time to get the FCC off their back again and move the show to pay-per-view.

Tanya walked towards the room that her sponsor had set up for her for the twenty-four hour sex marathon. In the back of her mind she knew something wasn�t right but the Happy pills she had been taking made it hard for her to focus on what. Right after she was finished here her aide said she would be leaving for one of their labs so she could get her implants and made really, really dumb.

�It is ok to be dumb isn�t it?� She thought to herself. Of course it was she finally thought as she took a final drag from her cigarette. Mr. Trask had told her so, and he was such a nice man. He would make sure she would be well taken care of.

Outside the room she stopped to crush out the cigarette and check her appearance in one of the mirrored walls in the hotel hall. Her stark white platinum blond hair stood out in contrast to her darker oriental skin. One of her aides had helped her to put on her makeup and her full puffy lips were covered in a bright shiny red coat of lipstick. Her mind was too preoccupied to really notice how slutty she looked and even if she had she probably wouldn�t have cared.

She opened the door and walked in to a crowd of thirty men. "Hi boys!" She smiled. "I�m so happy you all could help me out by coming here."

She failed to notice the lewd looks from the assembled men or that towards the back was Mr. Trask himself. That is until she was positioned on the bed in the center of the room naked and he was the first one to step forward.

"Mr. Trask!" She cooed. "I�m so glad you�re here to help out too."

Trask only grunted as her shoved his nine-inch cock into Tanya�s dripping pussy.

Twenty-four hours later Tanya was a mess. Cum covered her entire body and oozed out of every hole. She wasn�t even given a chance to go to the bathroom. The only other thing she done was every so often someone would shove a cigarette in her lips or push a pill down her throat just so she could continue to live up to the requirements of the show.

"Come on slut." Diana Stewart, her personal assistant, said as she dragged the almost unconscious Tanya out of the filthy bed. "We have to get you cleaned up and down to the lab."

"I think these'll keep us in about the right state. They won't kick us out of we keep eating these," Misty said as she opened the box of brownies and showed them to her partner, Elizabeth.

"No more than two..." Elizabeth said and put her fingers to her lips and made a shushing sound.

The Fusion corporation was already gearing its marketing campaign towards a hippie look, given the look Misty and Elizabeth already had for the contest. They were happy, tacitly of course, to put the girls on a steady diet of hashish, taken orally in all their food.

It was about an hour after eating the entire box of brownies that Misty and Elizabeth realized that perhaps they had underestimated how powerful this confectionary was. Too stoned to speak, they eventually managed to get eachother's clothes off and spent the rest of the day occasionally having sex but mostly just hugging, giggling and lightly touching eachother as strange sensations passed through their bodies.

By the next morning, they were straight enough to try some new makeup designs on eachother to match their newly-bleached hair. But soon after eating, they were back to their confused, dissociative state. "How come none of you guys are going to do it this way?" Karen wanted to know.

"We'll do some later," Reuben lied.

Karen didn't really believe him. Go ahead, a voice inside her said, it'll just be for a few weeks.

"O-okay," Karen replied. She just wanted to get going. She felt ridiculous, sitting on the bed in this plush hotel room, surrounded by wealthy young men, and a huge anticipatory silence as they waited for her to get high.

Mike, a freshly-minted MBA handed held the glass pipe for her while Rueben lit up the rocks. Her body shook as she inhaled the pungent smoke. Managing to keep it in her lungs for a few seconds, exhaling as the rush coursed through her body. The moment she regained her composure, the pipe was held to her lips again. After two or three more times, Karen was flying. She laughed deeply and threw her head back. It was then that she noticed someone who looked vaguely familiar standing on the other side of the hotel room.

Was that Andrea?

"Andrea!" Karen shouted. "Hey girlfriend, come on over here and join me!"

Andrea just smiled maliciously as Mike pushed the pipe back between Karen�s lips. After a few more hits on the pipe Karen could no longer stay sitting up. As she laid on the bed her hands played up and down her body mindlessly.

Inside her head everything was a blur. Thoughts came and went like liquid and the only thing that seemed real to her was the sensations on her skin as her hands darted back and forth.

A world away Andrea stepped further into the room and started issuing orders to Mike and Ruben. "Get that stuff put away and plant the other pipe." She commanded. "And don�t forget to wipe the entire place down after we all leave."

"As you can see gentlemen, the drug works just like my father said it would." She said to the other men in the room as she motioned to Karen lying on the bed. Her head was tossed to one side with a small trickle of drool coming from her open mouth. "By morning her mind will be completely gone. She will have the mentality of an animal with an unquenchable desire to be touched, a living, breathing, fuck-toy."

The men each took turns touching and caressing Karen�s body and watching her reaction. One of them twisted a nipple hard only to have her moan in ecstasy.

Soon, as the men finally seemed satisfied, they all left. After seeing them out Andrea left herself. She smiled wickedly as she shot on last look at Karen on the bed.

She would have preferred not to have had her father�s business associates here for this but he insisted. It was the only way he would give her the drug she used on Karen. He really didn�t understand why his daughter would want to be in such a contest anyway.

In part, he was the reason why she was there. Although he always provided for her in monetary ways, as a father he was lacking. His drug business took him away from home for months at a time. This whole contest was more or less her plea for his attention. She really wanted him to come in and drag her out of the contest by her ear. But as of yet he hadn�t. instead he merely said she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions.

So now she was stuck there. She couldn�t quit and risk embarrassing herself, and it sure didn�t look like her dad was going to come in and rescue her. Her only choice was to get this contest over as quickly as possible and win it. She figured that if these low-brow women around her were not going to drop out it was time for her to help them along.

She quickly left the hotel and slipped back to her room across town before the security changed. the guards that she had paid off left in less two hours.

"Oh yeah, Janet, let's go. This is gonna be fun," Julie said, playing shamelessly for the camera. The two-ended device that had worked so well for them in the past would be the basis for their 24 hour marathon. Julie slid the double-headed dildo in and out of her cunt as she caressed her twin sister's breasts.

They had done a few lines, they were ready to go for their next show-trumping escapade. As with their other sexual feats, they would be doing this together. Janet pawed at her sister's cunt to make sure she was ready. "You are slippery, aren't you?" she said, licking off her fingers.

"Hi mom!" Julie couldn't resist saying as they moved into position on the bed, as she thought to herself, Mom is going to see this on TV, the fucking bitch. Now she's certain to be kicked off the Interregional Pentecostal Committee. As far as Julie was concerned, their mother, their stepdad, everyone in that horrible town could go to hell. Especially that doctor -- what had he said? -- psychotic, schizophrenic, psychopathic, masochistic -- who gave a shit. She and Julie didn't belong in some mental hospital, they belonged here fucking eachother on camera.

Like Melissa, they had been specifically told by the judges that they did not actually need to reduce their intelligence; they just had to act stupid and not use words of more than three syllables. Given that they would be disqualified if they were not clearly stupid and used a three-syllable word, anyway, the producers had advised them that some mild hypnosis while they recovered from surgery should just about do the trick.

Twenty-four hours after first inserting the dildo into herself, Julie lay back in total exhaustion. She had her sister had had to abandon the dildo after a few hours due to the increasing pain and irritation it was causing but not before inserting it into every mathematically-possible combination of their asses, pussies and mouths.

Their growing stable of assistants got them cleaned-up and squeezed into their ridiculously slutty outfits and loaded into the limo which took them to the clinic where they would be getting their breasts done. Too sore to fool around, the two girls cuddled and slept fitfully against eachother's bodies as the limo drove through the maze of L.A. freeway ramps.

They looked the very picture of sluts -- naked except for matching neon pink latex tops which encased their shoulders, upper arms and chests, even making a little bit of a turtle neck while stopping milimetres below the nipple, letting nearly half a breast hang below them. The girls had latex skirts of the same colour which were little more than glorified belts. There was no way to wear the skirts that did not show off their neon teal g-strings. Topped off with white-blonde hair and puffy cock-sucker lips, they were nearly perfect.

As it turned out, all of the girls who had expensive sponsors were having their breasts done at the same clinic. As the limo pulled up, the twins saw a few of their competitors also staggering into the building; one was even in a wheelchair. It appeared that everyone else had had the bright idea of doing everything else prior to the surgery -- being able to imagine how sex would feel before the breasts healed. Masturbating five times a day would be tough enough.

To Andrea's surprise, Karen had somehow made it to the clinic.

Andrea sat in the large smoke filled waiting room with the rest of the contestants eyeing each one. She was trying to figure out who would be the next one to get rid of. All of the women were trying to finish off their required forty cigarettes before the operation and the clinic had dropped their strict no-smoking policy for this. The publicity alone more than made up for the cleaning the place would need to get rid of the tobacco odor.

She was leaning heavily towards the farm girl Melissa. She was watching her as she sat by herself in the corner blowing out uninhaled puffs of smoke as she would cough from breathing in almost twice as much second hand smoke from the fog filled room.

As she sat there scheming she was shocked by the arrival of Karen! Karen entered the room leaning on the arm of a thirtyish looking man that none of them had seen before.

"But Karri wants to fuck!" She complained loudly to the man.

"Not right now honey." He told her.

"But Frankie!"

"Later baby." He said sternly. "Right now you have to get some bigger breasts."

Karen looked at him confused.

"Titties, baby. You�re going to get bigger titties." He explained.

A wide grin grossed her face as she realized what he was saying. Although he had told her five times already she forgot it quickly. Happily she sat next to Kim.

"I�m gonna get big titties!" She told Kim excitedly.

Andrea sat nervously on the other side of the room wondering what had went wrong, and how much Karen remembered about her part in trap last night.

As Karen pulled out a cigarette, or as she told Kim one of her �little cocks�, she noticed Andrea. Her happy expression turned to that of a frightened animal as she quickly looked away. This only fueled Andrea�s nervousness.

Meanwhile a film crew was in the Southern California lab of Branch Pharmaceuticals with the show�s host Tiffany as they interviewed one of the doctors that was seeing to Tanya.

"So, doctor, why don�t you tell us what you�re doing here." She asked as she pointed to Tanya who was lying on a bed behind them.

"Well, Tiffany, what we are trying to accomplish here is just what our patient asked for." The gray haired doctor replied. "Young Miss. Lynn here asked for us to make her big breasted and stupid. Now normally we would refer someone like this to the psychiatric professionals but since Branch Pharmaceuticals has been following this show closely we decided to give in to her wish."

The doctor walked over to the bed. "Since we know that she wishes to win this contest that she had entered we came up with this rig to make sure that she wasn�t disqualified and that she was able to accomplish her goals comfortably."

"First off we wanted to make sure that she would still be fully able to fulfill her previous goals." He told the camera. "This tube that is attached to her mouth is hooked up to a pump that combines her air supply with the required amount of tobacco smoke. Although I am strongly against smoking this was one of her requirements. Since she will spend the next ten days unconscious this was the only way we had of meeting this goal.

"Next for the �mind clearing twice a day� goal." He continued. "This pump here will administer a strong dose of cocaine twice a day intravenously. The unfortunate side effect of this will be that she will most likely become highly addicted to the drug by the time she wakes, but I have also given her a prescription for afterwards� just until the contest is over of course. Then I expect for her to go immediately into rehabilitation to get off the drug.

"The last of the previous goal are met by the stimulators in her vagina and anal cavities." He said. "These will make sure that she has at least the five orgasms a day she is required to have."

"Well," Tiffany said. "It looks like you have all the bases covered so far. What about the latest challenges?"

"Well, she has already finished the first of the two challenges before coming here." The doctor said. "Of course she really didn�t need our help with those. As for the breast increase, we have developed this new way of breast expansion."

He led Tiffany, and the film crew around to the side of the bed. "These two tubes that you see leading up to Miss. Lynn�s breasts are feeding a small amount of silicone into sacks that have already been placed inside her chest. Over the next ten days they will slowly inflate to the required size. With the constant application of a vitamin E cream that we have developed she should be able to wake up with little to no bruising or pain from her new implants."

"That�s amazing!" Tiffany exclaimed. She turned to the camera. "Just think ladies, go to sleep one week and wake up the next with your new bust and ready to go back to your life with no problems!"

She turned back to the doctor. "You know, this just may revolutionize the breast implant process!" She then turned back to Tanya. "So, tell me what wonderful new ideas you have come up with for the last challenge."

"Well, although I tried to talk her out of it, our patient insisted that we reduce her intelligence. This other IV that you see is feeding her a rather strong combination of hypnotic and mind damaging drugs. I will not divulge exactly what they are, but it is sufficient to say that by the time she wakes she will need someone to look after her. We hope to reduce her to the level of illiteracy. That way we will know that she will be able to meet her goal of stupidity. The headphones you see on her head are giving her instructions on her new behavior and helping the drugs to accomplish their goals."

"Well doctor," Tiffany smiled as she turned back to the camera. "I�m sure our audience can�t wait to see the new Tanya. Thank you very much for the interview."

The first week on Pay Per View made more money than all previous episodes had in advertizing revenue. There were other changes, starting with Tiffany's outfit, or absence thereof. The former Pet had been reduced to a neon blue lycra thong and heels. Her obvious implants now hung free.

After the show's introduction, the audience waited in an anticipatory hush as Tiffany made a startling announcement: "Ladie and Gentlemen, have we got a treat for you. You're about to see a group of very committed girls. This week, you're going to see every single contestant who was here last week. That's right -- despite the tough challenges our judges set up, every girl came through to make herself the right kind of girl. Let's give them a round of applause."

Misty and Elizabeth came out first, barefoot and completely naked except for transluscent, threadbare cotton blouses which hung open, showing off their pierced clits. Their faces, while not devoid of intelligence displayed the spaciest of expressions as their eyes wandered around the studio as though they had never seen it before. The Fusion corp.'s makeup designs were truly bizarre; instead of starting at the chin, the makeup began at their twats. Their pussy lips had been painted a reddish-pink colour, making them appear incredibly aroused while their clits were done a dark crimson, the colour of an over-engorged penis. Makeup had also been used to expand their already stretched aureolae and to highlight their nipples. In addition to their over-the-top lipstick and rouge, the girls had acquired completely redrawn eyebrows and metallic blue eyeshadow, both above and below the eye.

Janet and Julie immediately distinguished themselves, as per usual. They had gone above and beyond the call of duty with their implants. While Misty and Elizabeth had sported brand new jiggling F-cups, Janet and Julie appeared to have had every bit of natural breast tissue scraped out of their tits and replaced with perfectly symetrical H-cup hemispheres. They held hands as they strode out onto the stage in all their blonde glory. Instead of being bottomless, like Misty and Elizabeth, they were topless, their cunts still hidden behind crimson thongs. Instead of heels, they wore platforms. But the most eyecatching part of the ensemble was the sight of all four of their nipples hooked together on a gold chain, requiring that the two walk in nearly lock step.

Melissa, at least, still wore a top and bottom. Her daisy dukes were cut high enough, though that it flossed her snatch, her labia and clit all peaking out the moment she sat down. Her long, white-blonde hair had been corkscrew permed and she made some effort to play with it and flick it about as she minced to her assigned seat. The cigarettes appeared to really be altering her figure as her appetite vanished and her waist narrowed. Her muscles had mostly melted away as well, their weight replaced by the weighty bags of silicone on her chest.

Plumes of smoke flowed from Andrea's nostrils as she strutted onto the stage. Having been warned of how many of her antics of the previous week had been caught on tape, the word "BITCH" had been emblazoned in red across the latex which hugged her tits and ass. She stopped in mid stage to light a second cigarette with a flourish and sat down. Even as the next contestant came out, some audience members kept their eyes trained on Andrea as she inhaled a huge amount of smoke and held her breath, allowing her lungful of smoke to escape in a thing plume from between her lips over the next minute.

After Melanie's somewhat lacklustre entrace, Kim had her own way of winning the crowd's attention. Despite her apparently drunken stumbling as she tried to navigate her way to a seat, her entrance impressed the crowd. She appeared to have forgotten to pull down the rubber skirt she had hiked for some last minute sex. Cum, in surprisingly large quantities was oozing down her thighs from her cunt and from between her jiggling ass cheeks. After falling over in her turn towards the seats, she scooped some cum out of her pussy and licked it off her fingers before Tiffany finally had to help the girl up and guide her to her seat.

Like Kim, Tanya needed some help to get to her seat. Like the Barker twins, she had received a larger breast enlargement than required. On her 5 foot nothing frame, the H-cups looked positively ridiculous, hanging, despite their unnatural perkiness nearly down to her waist, completely obscuring her rib cage. Similarly, the platinum hair contrasted more sharply with her asian skin tone. The girl had stopped shortly into her entry onto the stage as soon as she had caught sight of the other contestants and had begun lewdly masturbating, sticking a finger up her ass as three fingers of the other hand plunged deeply into her snatch. She had nearly molested Tiffany as the hostess led her to her seat where she began aggressively pawing at Andrea as she giggled to herself.

For some reason, Karen had chosen to crawl to her appointed place, not the the audience minded, especially when she turned her back to them, displaying the wide anal dildo she wore under her lycra skirt.

The week's highlights included some extraordinary scenes of the girls' 24 hour fuck fests, as well as hitherto unshown scenes of Kim's brother mixing her martinis with wood alcohol. A number of the girls were brazenly fucking themselves by the time the 40 minute video was up and the new challenges were set.

They began, this week with Kenny, who had been given more latitude for pay per view. It would be unacceptable, after all, for no one to be eliminated this week. "Every slut is just an object," he began. The "We Hate Kenny" signs in the back of the audience were raised. "Really, sluts should be interchangeable, not individual people. Every slut left in the contest should just take on the life of the girl next to her for the week. Everything in the other girls' routines that they do for the contest each day, like how they get their five orgasms, how they make themsleves dumb, etc. you should be able to take on for the week -- even their names."

As these words were spoken, Melanie left the stage. She knew that living like Kim for a week would be a one way trip. Now the girl to Melanie's left would have to. Misty and Julie were relieved. Nothing about their lives would change but there was much trepidation on the part of the girls who were still able to think.

Elizabeth looked down to the end of the line towards Karen. Since she was the first in line that meant that she would have to take Karen�s, who was last, position.

"Now, we�ve already spoke to each of your sponsors and they have agreed to this exchange." Tiffany told them. "For the next week you will each be the slut on the left side of you."

"No way!" Elisabeth said. "There�s no fucking way I�m going to wind up like her!"

"Would you just shut the fuck up and sit back down!" Misty hissed at her.

"Fuck you!" She yelled. "If you want to stay in this you�re on your own from now on!"

Misty reached up and grabbed her partner forcefully. "You�re not going anywhere! You said we could do this together, and by God you�re not going to back out on me now!"

Elizabeth jerked her arm away from Misty. "Let go of me you stupid cunt!" She screamed. And then the brawl started. It seemed that it took security several minutes longer than what it should have to break the two up as the crowd cheered them on.

As security led a slightly frazzled Elizabeth off Misty stood fighting against the two security guards that held her. "You�ll be sorry Elizabeth! When I win this contest I�m going to use all the money to see you pay for this!" she screamed.

"I�m sorry Misty." Tiffany told the angry woman. "But you just disqualified yourself!"

"What!" She screamed. "There�s nothing in the rules about fighting!"

"No there isn�t." Tiffany admitted. "But in your anger you said the word Elisabeth. That is a three syllable word and you are not allowed to say any with over two."

Misty screamed and cursed as the guards led her off the stage.

"Well, as you can see the contest is starting to get a little rough on our girls here." Tiffany said to the camera. "So with our recent drop outs lets get our new order straight."

She turned back to the seated girls. "First off, from left to right, we have Janet and Julie followed by Melissa, Andrea, Tanya, Kim, and Karen. Only seven left!

Julie tightly clasped her sister's hand. This was the acid test of their relationship as sisters. Janet would have to be Karen for a week and if she didn't, Julie would have to be. Janet gulped and remained seated. It was decided: Julie would be Janet, Melissa would be Julie, Andrea would be Melissa, Tanya would be Andrea, Kim would be Tanya and Karen would be Kim.

Bob was the next to have the infamous spotlight shine over him as Kenny beamed with satisfaction with his coup de grace wish. "We've seen you girls can do girls, do guys, do themselves, do eachother. But my ideal girlfriend would be able to handle another species -- whether it's a snake up her pussy or a dog fucking her from behind doesn't matter. I just want to see that she's got some range."

In all actuality Janet was the only on that was extremely worried about the exchange of places. Although no one really knew what had happened to the formerly uptight contestant they all knew it had something to do with her heavy usage of crack.

Janet, Karen, Andrea, and Tanya were the only ones who had to take on some of the more extreme alterations but Karen and Kim were so out of it that they hardly even realized that they were on stage let alone what was exactly going on. Andrea on the other hand glared at Kim�s half-brother who was standing just off stage. She knew that she could control the little pip-squeak. And if not, she was sure that something bad could accidentally happen to him with just a quick phone call.

As Brian stood he held up a sheet of paper to read from. Because of his earlier challenges the producers had insisted that he write his requests down and submit them for approval. He was then instructed, much to his dislike, to read the revised challenge exactly from the paper.

Playing up to the fact that he was reading it off the paper he spoke in a slow monotone. "I have noticed that several of the women here are having trouble walking in their high heels. My perfect girl friend would have the tendons on the back of her legs shortened so that she could easily walk in five inch heels with no problems."

He then dropped the paper and looked over to the producers with a smile before turning back to the camera. "That, my young sluts, would be the five inch fuck me pumps." He grinned. "You know, the type without any platforms that cheaters use."

With that he sat down with a satisfied smile.

"It sounds like you girls have no problem letting people know what sluts you are. My girlfriend would be just like that -- she'd have big enough rings in her clit and nipples and tight enough clothes that everyone could see them. And just in case nobody noticed, she'd have the word 'cumslut' tatooed on each tit, up high so you'd see it if she flashed any cleavage at all," Steve concluded. He was kind of pleased to see everyone else starting to horn in on his mody modification territory.

After the show, Julie quickly approached Melissa. "Looks like we're sisters for the week," she said, pawing roughly as Melissa's tit as the cameras looked on.

Andrea looked by far the most relieved of the girls in the changing room. Being Melissa wouldn't mean any real consequences for her. If anything, Melissa seemed to be living even cleaner than she was. If she could somehow managed to make herself fuck a dog, she'd be home free for another week. She'd just have to live in slightly less well-appointed surroundings.

Tanya's sponsors, meanwhile, were engaged in heated debate with the producers in the next room to see if they could keep an eye on Tanya. Without their supervision, she would likely forget to carry out any of the tasks that had been assigned and probably wouldn't even remember to take her pills twice a day. As her sponsors bickered on, Tanya was approached by Andrea's chauffeur. "Ready to go, Tanya?" he asked. The brain-damaged girl continued finger-fucking herself and nodded, smiling at the nice man and wondering what he'd said. Whatever it was, she was sure she'd enjoy it.

Kim, meanwhile, was vomiting in a nearby bathroom stall. Her mind had cleared a little since the broadcast but she couldn't seem to focus -- or feel very bad about her inability to focus. She wondered if Tanya's sponsors would look after her for the week, and if not, how she would deal with things. Or even get Tanya's pills. Despite her irrepressable smile as she wiped off her face, she wondered if taking Tanya's pills would be such a good idea.

Karen, meanwhile, was staring into space. Everything had been different since that frat boy had taken her to the hospital. Since then, her crack dealer had had to look after her. But she couldn't see him now and she needed to get high so badly. As she rocked back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the anal dildo sliding in and out of her, a man with a southern accent came up to her. He was talking so fast she couldn't really make out what he was saying. "I need some fuckin' crack," she told him.

Meanwhile, Janet was bent over a desk several floors above as the Co-Associate producer drilled her in the ass. She needed to know if Julie would have to start being Karen if she were to drop out mid week. Hopefully, ass-fucking her would put him in the right frame of mind to make the rest of the show's producers see things her way.

Separated from her sister for the first time since birth, Janet found that she really needed the regular hits of crack.

Bruce had Janet bent over a chair as he drilled her up the ass. He couldn�t believe how lucky he was. First, while on his regular shift at the hotel as a janitor, he finds on of the whores from TV passed out on the floor outside her room.

Then, to make his night better still, when he tries to help her back into her room she comes on strong to him. Being the gentleman that he was he helped to pretty young slut out and fucked the shit out of her. By morning he realized that she was in desperate need of someone to look after her so he quit his minimum wage job for a free ride as Karen�s new manager.

Of course she really didn�t complain about it. Andrea�s well laid trap had left her in no condition to complain about anything. Her trap would have worked out perfectly if not for one small problem. The crack that the new drug had been mixed with burned hotter than they had expected. So hot that it had burned up a large portion of the mind destroying mixture. It still had enough potency to fuck her up but just not enough to completely accomplish its goal.

But now here he was with one of the Barker twins! So far he had pumped her so full of crack it would have kept any crack-whore happy. She was flying so high there was nothing that he couldn�t do with her. Soon after he got off in her ass he held the pipe up to her lips and lit it once more and smiled as he looked into her glassy eyes.

The next morning while Bruce was out looking for an animal for her she woke up with the shakes. Slowly she rose and lit a cigarette. As she looked around the empty room she saw that everyone was gone, even the camera crew that hung over her almost night and day. After a quick trip to the bathroom to puke up what she had in her stomach she returned to the bed. As she sat on the bed she crushed out her first cigarette of the day. They no longer watched as closely as they use to on the amount of cigarettes they smoked but she still found herself smoking the required amount, or more. This seemed like the most normal thing she did anymore.

As she crushed out the butt she saw the pipe and rock sitting on the nightstand. With no one around she knew that she really didn�t have to do any but she felt a strange craving for it. She tried to ignore it but couldn�t as she packed the pipe and lit it.

�Just one hit.� She thought as she inhaled the harsh smoke deep into her lungs. �Just one hit.�

By the time Bruce had returned the one hit had increased to seven. When he entered the room he found her on the bed with her legs spread wide fingering her twat.

�Yep!� He thought to himself. �I have to be the luckiest man in the world!�

Kim really liked the people with Branch, even if she couldn't remember their names. For one thing, they let her take as many pills as she wanted -- not just the two a day Kim took. She looked up and smiled as she felt a cock pumping in and out of her from behind. There were the camera men. There seemed quite a few of them. She wondered why this fuck, of all her fucks was so interesting to them.

Still, she couldn't deny what a great fucking she was getting. She moaned as the hot cum squirted into her pussy. She didn't come. But that was okay. She wasn't sure whether she'd come even once since the nice Branch people started looking after her. Not for lack of trying. She reached down to her cunt to try and bring herself off. Before she remembered that there was still a cock in her pussy.

She found the cock and balls felt strange as she rubbed them. There was a loud barking noise and she felt paws on her back. She must have fucked a dog. She giggled, realizing that she had forgotten she was fucking an animal.

She stood up and pointed, giggling at the dog being dragger away on a leash. "What's next!?" she asked with great enthusiasm as a man in a lab coat handed her another pill. Was this one a different colour?

Melissa felt like she was falling into a hole that she couldn�t get out of. Mr. Flynn had insisted that they get the operations over first off, which included for her removal of her current implants and an increase to Julie�s size. The doctors had insisted that she would be fully healed by the next show but the pain was almost unbearable.

Julie helped her out by giving her some of the much more powerful prescription cocaine and she found herself taking more and more of it each day. She had tried to keep her wits about her and not wind up like all the rest of the sluts on the show but she was rapidly failing. Her heavier use of cocaine and daily trips to the hypnotist that Larry had hired was slowly eating away at her morals and senses.

Right now she was reclining on the sofa facing her new �sister� as Julie slid the two ended dildo back and forth between them. One hand massaged one of her perfectly round tits as the other brought her smoldering cigarette up to her lips. Even that had changed. she was no longer taking small drags and not inhaling. Now she was taking long lingering drags and drawing the smoke deep into her lungs.

She blew out a long plume of smoke and moaned loudly as she pulled slightly on the large three inch ring in her nipple. The pain of the piercing was long since gone from the constant application of cocaine to the tender flesh.

As she came for the umpteenth time today there was a knock on the door. One of the assistants poked his head through. "You girls ready?" He asked.

"Ready and waiting!" Julie said eagerly. "Just let us freshen up a little."

"Yeah," Melissa giggled. "Me an sis need to powder our nose."

"Well, we�ll be waiting so please hurry." He said as he left.

They turned un unison, primarily to keep from pulling too hard on the chains that connected them, to the coffee table in front of them. Melissa couldn�t help but to play with Julie�s tits as her �sister� cut them each out ten lines of the coke. Melissa couldn�t help but to wonder if she might be doing too much of the drugs but quickly forgot about it as she snorted the lines up hungrily. After all, it was just for the week. Of course Larry had mentioned something about maybe turning the Barker twins into triplets, but she still wasn�t sure about that.

After snorting all the coke she absentmindedly rubbed the excess from under her nose and received a slight jolt of pain. While they were getting their tattoos and clits pierced they had decided to go a little further, they now sported three sets of six inch hoops in each ear and a one inch ring in their nose. Melissa�s had gotten slightly infected but while still tender it was finally healing up.

Once cleaned up and ready they marched to the door. The doctors said that their feet were healing right on schedule but they still had to wear the ankle braces. In the usual Barker twins excess they were wearing six inch heels. They had been told that with the surgery they would never be able to walk in anything with lees than a four inch heel for the rest of their life. At the time both of them were so stoned it hardly even mattered to them.

As they walked into the other room they found two benches about three foot in height set up close together. They positioned themselves on the benches as several people brought in two pure white stallions.

"Oh, what pretty horses!" Melissa cooed. Julie just giggled at her stoned �sister�.

The horses were led up to the girls and straddled over each one of them.

"Ok girls," Someone said. "You need to get them ready."

The horses were moved forwards till their huge privates hung directly over their faces. Melissa licked her swollen lips as she reached up with her hands and massaged the horse�s huge testicles. With the stimulation the horse immediately responded as the protective skin around his cock slowly pealed back and his meat began to slide out. Melissa ran her tongue over the rapidly hardening cock as it grew. Slowly it stretched out to her lips and she took in deep into her throat. It was all the handlers could do to keep the horse under control as Melissa sucked it off. After a few minutes of this they pushed the horse backwards and brought the bench up to where its fifteen inch cock was positioned directly in front of her dripping snatch.

The horse bucked and fought the handler and Melissa screamed as they moved it forward burying it�s cock deep into her. Melissa recovered quickly from having her pussy stretched to the limit and began humping in time with the lust filled stallion. Soon she felt like her insides were being flushed out as the horse shot it scalding hot seed into her filling her to the max and spilling out onto the floor underneath her.

The horses were then moved off the girls as they lied there panting for breath. As the assistants reattached their nipple rings Melissa looked over to Julie, who was in the same shape as her. As she reached over and took her hand she said with a grin, "I think they got my bad side sis. Wanna do it again?"

"Sure!" Julie giggled.

"But Daddy, it's not fair!" Andrea whined. "If I don't get my cigarettes back, I'll be out of the contest."

"This has gone far enough, young lady," her father said as the two men from the clinic loaded Andrea into the back of the van while the men from the L.A. Animal Control department carted the snake away.

"How did you make this happen, anyway?" she demanded. "The contract was s'posed to stop that."

"I think you'll find, my dear, that the network doesn't feel like a court battle with their show's newest sponsor. It's just a shame that you'll still be in the institution when we announce the winner at my night club."

In the corner of Andrea's mind, she was actually kind of proud. A different kind of warmth welled-up in her when she realized that she had actually forced her father to care.

Meanwhile, Karen was in Las Vegas, not that she could tell where she was. The canned organ music was playing over the tinny speakers as she slumped in the wheelchair. I need to get high, she realized but when she tried to stand up, pain shot through her legs. She looked down at her bandaged calves, vaguely recalling why she was in the wheelchair.

"Say 'I do'" Keith Richards said, poking her with his thumb. "And you can get back on the pipe upstairs," he added in a whisper.

"I do," Karen replied.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," announced the Elvis impersonator.

Kim's brother had hedged his bets brilliantly. He had dropped the idea of eliminating Karen shortly after meeting her. Why get rid of her if he could take her money too when she won?

Meanwhile, with Andrea out of the way, Tanya was having the time of her life. The first day without her pills had been kind of tough, until Andrea's chauffeur got the bright idea of feeding her ecstasy. That, combined with whatever they had fed her while she was undergoing the breast expansion kept her docile, aroused, stupid and highly affectionate. As a bonus, the X gave her an energy she hadn't exhibited before.

"I love you sooo much, doggie," she moaned; she had asked to keep the doberman who had fucked her. She kissed his nose again as her hands roved over his body -- she was lost in the fascinating sensations of his coarse fur.

"Come on Tanya," the chauffeur said, "it's time to go. You've already said good bye to Duke once." Actually, she had given him a second, farewell fuck but he thought better of reminding her of that.

Tanya staggered over to Louis and rubbed her naked body against him, grinding her crotch against his thigh. "I love you too, Louis. You make me sooo wet." As she continued staining her trousers, he wrapped a coat around her. It was pointless trying to keep any other clothes on Tanya these days.

"Come on," he said, "we have to go or we'll be late for the doctors' appointment."

The first one out on stage was Karen. Keith had picked out a special outfit for his new bride.

She was dressed in a parody of a wedding dress. A snow white garterbelt held up a pair of white stockings that were stuffed into the tops of white five-inch heeled ankle boots. She, of course, wore no panties over her cum dripping cunt. Keith had made sure that he had fucked her well before sending her out on stage.

Her huge tits literally spilled out of the lacy white bustier that was clenched around her now tiny waist. She had lost almost five inches off her waist since the show had begun from all the drugs and not eating properly.

She stopped halfway across the stage and pulled her white veil back with one of her long-gloved hands just like Keith had instructed her to do. She then brought her long cigarette holder up to her lips and lit it with a gold lighter taking a long drag before tilting her head back and exhaling a long stream of smoke towards the lights as the crowd cheered.

She giggled slightly to herself, proud that she had accomplished all the complicated instructions that her husband had gave her. She then stood there for several seconds before someone instructed her to sit down.

The next out was Kim. She was in much the same condition Tanya was in the week before. Branch Pharmaceuticals had pretty much destroyed her mind just like Tanya�s, and Keith, who was watching from off stage, was happy they had. He now had two sluts he could do anything with and two chances to get his hands on the million dollar prize.

After Kim sat down Tanya bounced out on stage full of energy. Her mind had finally settled into it�s lowered intelligence and she no longer even tried to think. She just reacted to what was going on around her and with the addition of the ecstasy she seemed to only react in a sexual manner. The minute she took her seat she and Kim went back to the fondling and straight out sexual foreplay they had started backstage.

The biggest welcome back was for the Baker twins, who were now being hailed as the Baker triplets. A lucrative job offer to Bruce had brought the three together and Melissa finally signed on with Larry Flynn when she found out that if she did she no longer had to worry if she won or not. The money he was going to pay her was more than enough for her and her mother to live very well for the rest of their life. Added to that he assured her that he would assign several lawyers to help look after them in the case that she was unable to do it herself. With this realization she stopped worrying about her growing drug addiction and let herself start enjoying the contest.

As they strutted out on stage together the crowd saw that the all three were linked together by chains through their nipples and clits. Janet, after a week of heavy crack use, looked the worst for the wear but even she sported a wide smile as she strode out in her new six-inch heels between her two sisters. Larry had even gone as far as get Melissa�s last name officially changed.

All three were dressed identically in dental floss size thongs and matching high heels. Janet and Julie�s hair had been spiral permed to match their new sisters. With all the modifications to their bodies and some creative work by the makeup artists they looked almost perfectly identical.

Before the judges announced the next set of challenges, the switch was on. And clearly, the seating had been randomized for maximum effect: Julie would now become Tanya, Tanya would be Janet, Janet would be Kim, Kim would be Melissa, Melissa would be Karen and Karen, Julie.

As the triplets smoked nervously, jonesing for another line, Tanya had pulled her top down and was tweaking her massive nipples as Kim's face disappeared between her spread thighs. She was moaning.

As the videotapes began, the six girls were unable to help themselves. The sight of the other contestants (and themselves) engaging in these depraved bestial acts caused considerable arousal. Melissa found herself being sandwiched between her sisters as all six silicone H-cups rubbed roughly against eachother. An orgy was prevented, however, when the various chains became entangled, provoking production crew to rush out with wire cutters.

Once freed, the 'triplets' lost little time. Their bodies quickly formed into a loose triangle: Janet's head in Melissa's lap, Melissa's in Julie's and Julie's in Janet's. The girls had no need to remove their virtually invisible excuse for panties.

Only Karen was clothed (or still looking at the screen) when the video ended. Stunned, the audience sat silently before bursting into thundrous applause. Loud whistles and chants erupted in thick West Indian accents. Since moving the broadcast location to Antigua, the producers had managed to avoid the latest snarl of legal hassles to pop up in the U.S. And the FCC had to permit the weekly pay-per-view "Documentary" (ie. a one minute introduction prior to the show) on the show which continued to air in the U.S. to ever-increasing ratings.

Kenny was first in articulating his wishes. "I like a girl with a little adventure in her. In a cool place like this, you should be able to get high a new and different way every day."

"Me too," Steve said, "and my girl would understand that any girl might get her tits pumped up or a little added to her lips, but only a total bimbo slut would have her clit pulled at least half an inch out, have her pussy lips enlarged and permanently puffy with rings to keep them loose and open. She'd also get her nipples big enough to look like the teats on toddler model baby bottles."

Bob was the next to speak. "I like the additional piercing that the Bakers got. I think a total bimbo slut should have lots of piercing. Her ears, tongue, eyebrows, nose, clit, pussy lips, navel, and fingernails should all be places that she shows off her jewelry."

With that he sat back down. Brian was the next to take the stand. "Since the sluts are going to have some more surgery I think they need some work on their eyes. A good bimbo slut�s eyes are always hooded. I think they need their eyelids relaxed to where they can only open them halfway so they can show off their long lashes and cheep trashy eye makeup."

As they walked off stage the other judges were surprised to see two bleach blonds rush up and wrap their arms around Kenny.

"What?" He said with a grin. "So I have some fans in between all the enemies. Some girls like being sluts."

Both girls giggled as they headed off towards the waiting cars.

Kim found that switching from the constantly-changing cocktail of mind-altering chemicals to nothing but cocaine and tobacco was actually clearing her mind. It was one morning as she was doing her second line in bed while the others slept peacefully, snuggled against her that she found herself actually following a conversation taking place in hushed tones elsewhere in the room.

"But what if Larry can't stop the rotation for next week -- our investment will go completely to shit. No matter how much surgery we do to these three, they're not going to look like triplets. And even if we do, we don't even know which one we'll end up with," a man's voice said.

"Well, we've still got the contract with the twins. Unless the other side completely wrecks them this week, it'll be fine after the show. We just need to follow the tasks the right way and I'm sure we'll be able to fuck these girls even more than the audience imagines," another voice replied.

"Are you saying you can find a way to fuck them up so much they can't win? I don't even see how you could do that."

"Well, watch and learn."

Kim found her fear was making her horny. Her fingers dropped to her pussy as her heart beat faster and faster. She looked over at Kim, a look of complete beatific vacancy across her face; there was no way she could beat these girls, she realized.

Having rounded up all the cocaine she could find in the room, the bulkiest clothes and a few sex toys, Kim dumped them into a pillow case and stepped out into a hallway she didn't even remember. It wasn't until she stepped into the warm morning air that she realized she wasn't even in the U.S. anymore. She hailed a cab.

The sound of the door opening had awakened Tanya and Karen upstairs. After her first orgasm, Tanya had wet the bed. She had then fallen off the bed and was now screaming with laughter as Karen began tonguing her pussy.

Kim wandered the streets for hours before she walked into a small strip club in the downtown area of St. John�s. She sat at the center stage smoking and doing line after line of coke as she cheered the dancers on.

Most drugs in this Caribbean Island were perfectly legal and those that weren�t no one really said anything about so nobody really gave her a second glance, for the drug use that is. The men around her spoke a language that she couldn�t understand, but the body language she understood quite well. Soon after taking several of them in the back and giving them the ride of their life she had plenty of money for her drinks and stuffing into the somewhat cute dancer�s G-strings.

After several of these trips in back she was approached by the bar owner. "Look lady," He said in a broken English." If you going to work in here you have to give me a cut."

"Huh?" She said slightly dazed as she looked up into the big man�s eyes.

"Oh, ok." she finally replied when it finally got through her head as to what he meant. She pulled the slid the small wad of money over towards him and looked up at him.

The owner looked into her vacant expression and shook his head. Sorting through the bills he took a good amount of them and pushed the rest back to her. "This is yours." He told her as he walked away.

She pulled the cash back in front of her and went back to enjoying herself. The rest of the night she made quite a few trips into the back and even joined one of the dancers on stage, much to the enjoyment of the crowd of horny men.

As the bar was closing for the night the owner came up to her and took his last cut of the money she had made. "We are closing now." He told her. "You have to go home."

She gathered up the remaining money and looked around the place confused. The bar was now empty. "Where do I go?" She asked. Confused and scared she looked like she was about to cry.

"You have no place?" The owner asked concerned.

Kim�s lips puffed out. "No." She pouted.

"You wait here. I get you a room when I�m done." He said to her. She sat back down and waited patiently as he finished closing the bar for the night.

Once the he finished he led her upstairs to a room. "You can stay in here." He told her as he opened the door to a small room with it�s own bathroom. As he turned to leave Kim took his arm. With a smile she pulled him in behind her. Two hours later they both finally passed out together on the sweat covered bed.

The next morning Kim walked downstairs all cleaned up and wearing a skimpy outfit that one of the dancers had loaned her. The smaller top barely covered her massive assets and she just couldn�t bear to cover her pussy with the panties that she had been given.

As she lit a cigarette and blew out a long plume of smoke the owner slid a glass of beer to her. "So honey, you want a job?" He asked.

"I�m not too smart." She said as she looked into her glass. "I don�t know what I can do."

That�s ok." He told her. "All you have to do is dance and fuck, and I think you can do that quite well."

Kim smiled at this. "Yeah!" She giggled. "I think I can do that."

Over the rest of the week Kim fell easily into the roll of a dancer/whore. She quickly forgot about her past and the contest. She found herself happy with the sex and constant flow of drugs that were easy for her to get there. The owner, her owner, took good care of her and she never needed to worry about anything again.

Janet could still feel an ache in her anaesthetized pussy as it pressed onto the bed while Keith was drilling her from behind. He hadn't fucked her anywhere but the ass since he took her home the day after the switch, even before he lined her up for the surgery. "You're fucking tight, sis," he whispered into her eat as he deposited his latest load in her anal cavity.

The room dipped from side to side even as Keith stopped moving and pulled out. In keeping with his good southern values, while other girls were fulfilling Kenny's latest wish with doses of mescalin, peyote, absinth, DMT and other wonders, Keith's idea of a different drug was a different industrial compound to mix in a drink, or (as he was increasingly having her do) huff out of a plastic bag. Besides, since drinking the Silvo two days ago, Janet hadn't been able to keep anything down anyway. She giggled to herself about how much she had enjoyed the Pam she was breathing. She realized she could take the bag away from her mouth now that Keith had cum but she wasn't sure she wanted to. She liked the intense head rush of the inhalant, combined with oxygen deprivation.

She realized that there was something weird about a man's voice calling her 'sis.' Had her sister become a man? She reached down to tweak a nipple as she thought about Julie with a cock, only to discover bandages. With all the anaesthetic and bandages, she realized that the ass was the only place for her to be fucked. As she inserted a thumb into herself from behind, a cigarette touched her lips. She inhaled and passed out.

Meanwhile, Branch pharmaceuticals was getting to work on Julie.

As Julie walked off the stage after the show she was extremely nervous. She looked over at the almost brainless Tanya and Kim. Even in her drug addled state she knew that Branch Pharmaceuticals was responsible for their decent into stupidity. And now it looked like she was next.

After giving Janet and Melissa a hug goodbye she was led off by her new sponsors.

"Well, �Tanya�," One of them said. "We have the doctors set up for your surgeries and are formulating a drug regiment for you as we speak."

Three men ushered her into a waiting limo. Mr. Trask was waiting for her in the car. "Hello my new Tanya." He smiled lewdly. He reached over and caressed one of her massive silicone tits. "You and I are going to get to know each other quite well over the next week."

"I don�t think so." She said as she retreated from his touch.

"That�s something else we will work on," He said coldly. "You thinking. Can�t have my little Tanya thinking for herself, now can we?"

Julie shivered. "But I don�t want to be stupid like Tanya." She pleaded.

"But darling, you are Tanya." He laughed. "At least for this week."

The evil look in his eyes scared Julie. She knew that he was going to destroy her mind, whether she wanted it or not. As the car slowed to a stop she tried to jump out and run but was grabbed by one of the men and dragged back in the door. As she struggled she felt a needle slip into her arm. As the drug entered her system the whole world spun around her head.

"There now my dear." He said as he ran his hands down between her legs. "Don�t you feel a lot better now?"

"Yeah." She giggled as a wide smile crossed her face and she started to hump his hand.

Mr. Trask unzipped his pants. "Why don�t you show me how good you feel then."

Julie�s head lowered into his lap and her lips wrapped around his huge member without a second thought. By the time the car had reached the clinic that had been set up by branch just for the show Julie was a mess. All four of the men had used her all the way over.

"She gave us some trouble on the way over here." Trask told the doctor as they led her inside. "Make sure you give her a complete treatment, and be careful she doesn�t escape before she�s done."

As the doctors led her away he turned to one of his assistants. "Make sure she signs the release forms. We wouldn�t want anyone saying that we did anything against her will now would we?" "He smiled cruelly as he walked off to meet with some South American �business� men.

Tanya had burned her fingers again. Lighting the cigarettes had become a little too tough for her -- although the nice man from Branch had come and removed the child safety catch (which now stymied her), it hadn't really helped. In fact, she had burnt off some of her own hair trying to light one of the cigs. She really had to remember to get Karen to light the cigarette for her.

She looked over at Karen to ask her to help but when she saw her bestest friend, she began laughing. Karen looked so silly since their last trip to the clinic -- not only were all the rings kind of funny but there was Karen's clit. It stuck out so far, it looked like a little cock. It was so very red and so very hard. After she was able to stop laughing, she realized how horny the sight had made her; she reached down to finger herself and suddenly realized that she must have the same kind of little 3-inch dick. Before she could make herself cum, she was overcome with laughter again.

Meanwhile, Flynt's representatives were meeting with Bob; this was so far the biggest cheque that had been waved in his face to get a particular question asked. "What we need is for the sluts to have to do something that actually requires a minimum level of thought -- like actually turning a trick and getting paid. There's no way Tanya or Karen could pull that off." Or Julie now that she's been with Branch for a few days Reg Melman reflected.

"You just need to emphasize that the slut should have to do it by herself; be creative if you want."

Bob took the idea somewhat seriously. Whatever Kenny wanted, Bob's ideal slut would not simply be a drooling, babbling idiot -- sure, she probably wouldn't be able to read so well... Melissa would probably win if he did what Flynt wanted. But he would kind of miss being an international celebrity when the show ended.

Kenny was sitting in an overstuffed chair as Holly, one of the two blonds he picked up after the show, gave him head. The other blond, Gina, was sitting across the room with the prototype helmet that Branch had let him tryout. Her body shook occasionally as the armband around her left arm gave her another dose of drugs to help the helmet do its work.

He blew his load into Holly�s mouth and relaxed as the slut cleaned him off. His week so far had been a nonstop orgy with the two. He wasn�t complaining, although he was surprised at the girl�s reaction when the Branch representative dropped the helmet off this morning. Both girls almost broke out in a fist fight to see who would get to wear the helmet first.

"Girls!" He said to them as he stepped in between them. "Do you realize what you�re fighting over? This thing will fry your brain."

"Well, duh!" Gina replied. "We know that. That�s why we want to wear it."

"Yeah!" Holly added as she lit a cigarette. "We want to be perfect bimbo sluts, just like the girls on the show."

Now, it�s not that this didn�t turn Kenny on to an extreme extent, he just couldn�t understand why they would want to destroy their mind for no purpose. The women on the show were just greedy cunt who were in it for the money, but these two had nothing to gain from loosing their minds.

Of course if he had known Gina and Holly for longer than five days he might have been able to understand it better. Both of them had grown up together in high school. They learned at a very young age that their curvy bodies and good looks got them more than any education could ever get them, and they didn�t have to work for it. The two sluts had fucked their way through school and never had to work a day in their life. Even not they had made it to the show and met Kenny by spreading their favors around.

And now they had a chance to become the perfect woman, in their eyes. The type that would have all those soft headed guys falling all over themselves to take care of them, and give them anything their simple little minds wanted.

Gina finished cleaning Kenny�s cock and sat back on her heels giggling. "Oh Kenny," She giggled. "You taste so yummy!"

Kenny reached down and brushed a long nock of bleached hair out of her face. She looked up at him with a goofy smile and he could see the dull eyes the girl had. She had been the first to try the experimental helmet out and it showed in her eyes. There was no intelligence in her eyes. Only hunger.

He got up and walked over to check on Gina. A quick look at the readout showed that her brain activity had dropped to forty percent. A few more points and she would be finished.

As he slipped his robe on Holly came up behind him. "Can I suck your cock Kenny?" She asked.

"You just got done doing that." He told her.

"Oh." She replied followed by a long silence. "Can I do it again?"

Kenny chuckled. "Let me rest baby." He told her. "Afterwards maybe I�ll fuck you up the ass."

"Oh, goody!" She giggled. She had just sat down and started to push one of the toys he had bought the two into her cunt when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" He shouted. The door opened and the pretty twenty eight year old lawyer, Diana Wendell walked in.

"Well Kenny, I see you�re enjoying the new toy that we sent to you." She smiled as she looked over at Gina. "How is it working?"

"See for yourself." He grinned as he pointed to Holly.

She smiled as she looked at the masturbating bimbo. "How long was she under it?" She asked.

"A little over three hours." He said. "Her brain activity is at twenty five percent of what it was."

"Well! That sure didn�t take long!" She exclaimed. "I do hope you�re going to let us take these girls down to the labs to check out the full effects later. If the helmet works like the boys over in the electronics arm of Branch says it should this little item will be a real popular new toy!"

"Yeah, sure." He said. "I think I can part with them for a few hours."

"Well Kenny," She said switching to business mode. "The reason I stopped by is to offer you this."

She held out a piece of paper to him. When he took it he saw it was a check.

"What�s this for?" He asked.

"Lets just say that it is a contribution to the Kenny fan club." She said with a smile. "If you�re willing to do Branch a small favor, I�m sure we would be willing to make a much more substantial contribution. Say, about twenty times that amount."

As she sat down she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Branch had helped her start smoking just so she could deal with Kenny. They had told the reluctant lawyer that this would help her to woo the young man in their direction.

It took Kenny no time to figure how much that was in his head. He whistled. "Wow!" He said. "What kind of �small favor� are we talking about here?"

"Well," She started as she took a long drag and blew the smoke in his direction. "Branch pharmaceuticals has made a lot of new business from the What Would You Do show. We feel that this will get even better if Tanya wins the contest."

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked as his eyes locked on the stream of smoke escaping the pretty brunettes lips as she continued to smoke for his pleasure.

"Well, we have made up a small list of things that we would be willing to let Tanya experience but are fairly sure that Mr. Flynn and Karen�s new husband wouldn�t allow to happen to their girls." She told him as she handed him the list.

Kenny looked over the list of things. He whistled again as he saw the different things, these were some pretty radical changes!

Diane had been a bit reluctant at first, but knowing the importance of having Kenny agree to her proposal she finally thought, 'Well, what should be bad about this. I get him to agree, thus earning quite a few credits from my superiors and maybe this session in bed even turns out to be fun.'

It had been fun for her indeed. So much so, that in the end she was so exhausted that she drifted to sleep before she even realized it. Neither did she realize, that Kenny slipped the helmet over her head as soon as she was sleeping. Kenny intended to let the helmet do its work for only a short while, remove it at least before Diane was about to wake up.

He looked at the list and thought that the most interesting item was the idea of getting the idea of further extending the changes that had been made to their clits. Branch proposed to have them surgically sculpted into penises incapable of ejaculation. The company had been doing some research into transplant and tissue regeneration and were positively itching to try it out.

He also like the direction they proposed to send the girls' mental changes -- instead of further reduction in intelligence, they proposed an LSD-like effect of causing synapses to misfire, causing strange, random thoughts to course through the girls' brains with greater irregularity -- this combined with the plan to reduce their memories to 60 seconds would make their thoughts and actions, while sexually motivated, unpredictable.

Kenny explained the ideas (to the best of his ability) to Gina and Holly. He was interested in their opinion.

After Kenny explained the list to his two bimbos they both giggled.

"What�s so funny?" He asked.

Gina giggled some more. "Girls with big cocks!" She giggled.

"You don�t like that idea?" He asked.

"Mumm, sounds yummy to me!" Holly said.

"Yeah!" Gina agreed. "Can I have one?"

Kenny laughed. "What would you do with a big cock between your legs?"

"I�d fuck Holly!" She giggled.

"Oh!" Holly replied at the thought. "If she gets one I do too! That way I can fuck her."

"Well, I�ll see what I can do." Kenny told them as visions of the two horny bimbos screwing the shit out of each other danced through his head.

A moan turned their attention to Diane who was wreathing on the bed lost in the effects of the drugs and microwaves from the helmet that was quickly destroying the memory centers of her brain. Other parts of the helmet was at the same time stimulating her sexual centers, slowly turning her into an oversexed bimbo.

"Can we play with her?" Gina asked as she licked her lips.

"Sure, why not." He said with a smile. Happily the two bimbos pounced on her as Gina dove in between Diane�s legs and Holly attacked her C cup tits.

Kenny sat back and enjoyed it as he watched his two go at the young pretty lawyer. With the drugs that were being pumped into her system she was oblivious to the attention.

"You know," Holly said as she pulled her head off of one of Diane�s tits. "She would be much prettier if she was a blond."

"Yeah." Gina agreed as she raised her cum covered chin out of Diane�s furry snatch. "She also needs to have all this hair removed too."

Kenny smiled. "You know, you girls have some of the best ideas." He chuckled. He reached over and picked up the phone to call the front desk.

"Hello, this is Kenny in room 214," He said in the phone. "My girls need some cosmetic items. Could you send someone over to the drug store for me? Just put in my bill."

After he gave a list of things to the desk clerk he sat back and smiled. He would accept the Branch proposal but if Diane was going to deliver the message for him he first had to make sure she would be an appropriate messenger girl. He checked the helmet. She was already down to ninety percent brain activity.

�Maybe I�ll take her down a little lower than I originally planned.� He thought wickedly. �After all, a messenger doesn�t have to be all that smart.�

He never did like lawyers anyway.

"Mr. Trask?" His receptionist asked as she buzzed him. "Um, Miss. Wendell is here to see you."

"Well, send her in." He replied.

"Um, yes sir." She said haltingly.

Slightly confused by the strange way his receptionist was talking he was totally surprised when Diane walked into his office.

She teetered in on six inch heels. Her hair had been poorly bleached by a home bleach kit and her makeup was heavily plastered on her face.

"Like, um, hi Mr. Trask." She giggled moronically.

"Diane? What the hell happened to you?" he asked.

"Kenny helped me make myself look better." She giggled as she took a drag from a cigarette in one hand. Her other hand clasp a note tight. "Do you like it?"

Mr. Trask stared in disbelief.

"He even fucked me good up the ass." she told him as she turned around and pulled her too tight micro-miniskirt up to show him her dripping ass hole. "He�s suck a nice guy."

"Oh yeah," She said as she clicked quickly over to him on her heels, her breast threatened to pop out of the spandex top that was wrapped tightly around her chest. "He said that I was too stupid to remember all this so he wanted me to give you this note."

Trask took the note from her long press-on nailed hand as she eyed his crotch hungrily.

Trask turned to Diana. "Well, looks like we�re going to have to find you a new position here at Branch." He said as he unzipped his pants for the hungry bimbo. The next week at the show, Diana sat in the back row of the studio audience with Gina and Holly; the back row had gradually evolved into the sluts' row over the course of the show. And as the sluttification process had escalated, it had become a low-simmering orgy, the audience members groping eachother with alarming frequency. If Gina and Holly had been able to remember, they might have wondered why Kenny was making them drink so much water these days. In their new state, the girls constantly risked dehydration -- they were always using up saliva licking and eating whoever they were around, plus their pussies were now constantly oozing juice.

The sluts stopped fingering eachother for a moment and applauded as their favourite contestant took the stage. Tanya was completely naked, except for the six inch plastic red pumps strapped onto her tiny delicate feet. Unable to walk on the narrow heels, she crawled onto the stage, moaning as though a small orgasm rocked through her lithe frame with each step. Her clitoris and nipples, had all been lengthened to three inches through surgery, and all three sported large plastic hoop jewelry. While her nipples looked desensitized and fake, her clit looked like a small boy's cock -- painfully engorged and pulsing with blood. She gave off a jingling as she padded across the floor, the multiple rings in her earlobes and surgically-enhanced pussy lips jangling together. A couple of times, she stopped to insert one of her inch-long talons (each topped with a golden ring) into her permanently open and oozing snatch. At those moments, her H-cups would brush along the floor and she would moan. The dull, yet euphoric look in her half-lidded eyes suggested that the moan might well be the apex for her verbal expression.

After Tiffany had helped Tanya to her seat, Melissa, the most intact of the girls walked unsteadily onto the stage. Flying on crack, she walked with a brash, stumbling confidence, jingling even more loudly than Tanya. She had affixed a small bell to the ring which dangled from her half-inch prodtruding clit. It drew further emphasis to the 'insert cock here' tatoo immediately above it. As she minced onto the stage, Kenny had to give her good marks for remembering to smoke as she strutted, a smoldering cigarette in each hand, alternating them between her lips as the other hand rested sexily at her side or groped out to prevent her losing her balance. Her every breath appeared to be from one of the cigarettes, causing her face to be almost obscured by the smoke emmanating from between her lips and out of her nostrils with every breath. A close look would have revealed that unlike Tanya's calloused hands from occasional burns, Melissa's fingers looked unnaturally pink and soft, from being buffed with a nail file every night to remove the ravages of smoking.

Julie and Janet both stumbled out onto the stage. They no longer looked like the energetic twins that had started the show. Janet was being helped towards the chairs by Julie. Even through the heavy makeup the dark circles around her eyes were visible and her cheeks were slightly sunken in. The endless drugs were taking their toll on the woman. Even the now stupid Julie was in better condition than her sister.

Julie had undergone the full effect of Branch�s bimboizing treatment. This though had actually left her a little more clear headed than her sister. With the surgery and mental reduction treatments that had left very little time for other drugs. Branch had followed the challenge that Kenny had set forth but had kept the amount of drugs to a minimal. A wide vacant smile was on her lips as she guided her sister in the direction that the stage hands pointed them in.

When Karen took the stage she was in no better condition than Tanya. Kenny could see that her clit had been enlarged to the extreme just like Tanya. The sensitivity between her legs made it almost impossible for the woman to even walk. He looked over to the backstage area and saw Karen�s new husband, Keith. He didn�t look happy.

As Karen climbed slowly into the chair beside Tanya, people couldn�t help but to feel sorry for the two. Larry Flynn had intentionally fucked the two up in his quest to win the contest. He knew that Branch was no better. He just wished now that he could help the girls out.

There were gasps from the audience as they watched the girls facing the challenges of the previous week -- scenes of Janet clawing at herself with her talons, leaving red striped down her skin as she was flying on PCP, scenes of the gender re-assignment specialist going to work on Tanya's clit. They discovered that Karen had only remembered how to re-open her post-surgery right eye earlier that day.

Kenny considered the options Branch had given him. Why he personally found the synaptic interference idea most appealing, he had to cave in to his girlfriends' obvious interest in Branch's other option. "I have to say," he began as the spotlight shone on him, "that I think Tanya and Karen look awfully sexy now. I think my ideal girlfriend would have a big swinging dick instead of a clit."

"A girl like that wouldn't be so interchangeable," he added, cancelling out a previous demand.

The rehearsed question sprang to Bob's lips. "I'd like my slut to be able to support me and keep herself in drugs. I wouldn't date a girl unless she could go out by herself, turn a trick and use the money to bring me a dinner and a case of beer."

As an after thought he added, "And since they will be in the hospital for a while to accomplish Kenny�s challenge, I think they should do this first."

Larry smiled from back stage. He knew he had picked the right man for the job. Now when the rest dropped out his girls wouldn�t have to do Kenny�s challenge.

Keith meanwhile was fuming. There was no way he was going to let his new wife wind up with a bigger cock than him! He knew that he would have to withdraw her from the contest. As he stood there pissed he overheard the Flynn crowd talking over their plans quietly. It became quickly apparent that this had all been a set up.

"Go ahead and set up the doctor�s appointments with the shows staff for all three." Flynn told one of the assistants. "If it comes down to it and one of those other two happen to get past the prostitution challenge we can just pull Janet and Julie before the surgery. We can get Melissa so stoned that she will be under before she even knows what�s happening."

"Yes sir." The assistant said. "How big of implants do you want me to ask for?"

"Hell, weren�t you listening?" Flynn growled. "It really doesn�t matter. Tell them twelve inches for all I care!"

As the assistant skittered off to talk to the shows representatives Keith grinned. Sure he had to pull Karen and lose out on the million dollars, but he knew several of the film crews. He was going to make sure that Flynn would eat those last words.

Branch's attorney was already in the VIP viewing box with the vice-president of the network. "I think we've established that new instructions take effect in the order in which the judges articulate them," he said.

Flynt's lawyer was ready with precedents for the contrary. The debate raged; at one point, Branch attempted to sound accomodating by offering to lend Flynt their extraordinary new cell transplantation technology they had been planning to use to build the girls authentic cocks.

Through the glass, those in the box could see another equally vehement argument taking place amongst the four judges. Brian and Steve were standing and appeared to be castigating the two who had already spoken.

In the box, Flynt counter-offered with an offer of a video and magazine spreads for the runners-up, as well as substantial product placement for Branch products in future issues of his magazines.

"Look," The lawyer for Branch said. "I think we�re being very accommodating. We are offering you the very finest of cutting edge technology. Your girls will have very real and completely useable penises. All that we ask is that you allow the challenges to proceed in the order that they were given."

"Ok." The V.P. said as he stood. "That is enough out of both of you. First off, it has not been established as to what order that the challenges are to be accomplished. Even though I don�t like the latest one, I have to agree with Kenny. It will take the girls some time to recover from such surgery. Any other task should be accomplished before that one. End of discussion.

Both lawyers shut up. The one for Flynt was happy. The V.P. turned to the lawyer for Branch.

I am interested in you new technology though." He told him. "I have been informed by my doctors it may take weeks for a normal surgery of that type to heal. Your treatment is said to only take a few days. Are you willing to offer that to all the contestants?"

Not wanting to sound bitter he quickly agreed. "Of course. Branch will be willing to help out however possible." He also knew that even if Tanya didn�t make it past the prostitution challenge Branch would still get to show off it�s new technology.

"Good, Branch will be the official surgery unit on this� strange challenge." he said.

Realizing that any of them might create the endgame conditions, Brian put forward what he believed would be his last challenge. "I have to say, my ideal bimbo slut girlfriend wouldn't really think of herself as a person -- more an object; she'd refer to herself in the third person whenever she spoke -- the word 'I' would leave her vocabulary forever."

Steve thought nostalgically back to the defeated Melanie Briemberg. He didn't really relish the idea of his potential dreamgirl having a cock, either. Might as well make sure Tanya and Karen don't clear the hurdle, he decided. "Actually, my dreamgirl isn't an adult woman, she's a highschool girl. My ideal bimbo slut would think she was 15 -- the bustiest, sluttiest teenager in the world."

As Karen walked backstage Keith came up to her. "Come on baby, You�re out of here."

Blindly she followed. As they passed the other contestants Keith wished them good luck. Quickly he headed out to the camera crews and spoke to a few of them. After a few minutes he got them to agree to let him know where they took the various girls for the first challenges.

It had been agreed that the further mental changes could wait till it was clear that the girls had passed the first two, much harder challenges. The individual sponsors could decide how long they wanted to wait to do the penis addition surgery. But if they took to long to decide they just may not have enough time to fulfill the last two.

Larry Flynt ordered his three to take there time on the street. He really didn�t figure Julie would even have a chance to accomplish the first goal but he figured he might as well send her out. He really didn�t want them to get done too soon. Hopefully Tanya would drop out early and they wouldn�t have to go any further. In keeping up the pretense that they were willing to go all the way he had each of them set up for surgery as soon as he released them to the doctors, an option he never planned to go through with.

For the next two days, Branch worked on an intensive hypnotic conditioning program for Tanya; special injections and pre-recorded instructions were administered to make her think of money as a sexual object. Even with the headphones off, Tanya had begun balling up crumpted bills and stuffing them deep into her snatch.

Much to the dismay of the Hustler empire, three days into the week, Tanya was outside, sort of dressed. Unable to balance on her heels, she leaned heavily against the plate glass window of a store. Having been left unsupervised for a few minutes, she had pulled up her neon orange lycra dress and was squeezing her freakish 3-inch clit when the first potential trick came along. A small stream of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth as she trained her irisless eyes on the young drunk man.

"Will you help me put money in my pussy?" she asked, pointing to it with her other hand.

"Can I put something else in it first?" her trick replied.

Moments later, he had her pinned against a dumpster in the alley as he fucked her, surprisingly turned on by the odd feelings of that hot red clit scraping against his belly.

As Tanya stood there, cum running down her legs, watching the man walk away, she proudly withdrew a $50 bill from her ass. What would she do with the funny piece of paper?

It took Tanya almost ten hours to finally get the beer and food and then return it to the hotel room. The posthypnotic conditioning that Branch had gave her worked. They had hypnotized her in steps. Once she had some money in her hand it set off the second command to buy a case of beer. This continued until, hopefully, she finished the whole task.

As she stumbled into the hotel and asked for Bob�s room one of Flynt�s assistants called him. "You aren�t going to believe this, the bimbo made it." He said.

"Ok then," Flynt told him. "Get a hold of the producers and tell them that we want to withdraw Julie and Janet from the contest. Looks like Melissa is going to be our only contestant. Make sure when she shows up that you give her plenty of drugs before you take her to the doctors."

Yes sir."

None of the sponsors had seen the girls after they let them leave with the camera crews. The show staff didn�t want anyone to be helping any of them behind the scenes. They had been taken away to undisclosed locations for the challenge.

The assistant walked up to the V.P. in charge at that moment. "Mr. Flynt would like to withdraw Julie and Janet from the contest. We are going to leave Melissa in though."

The V.P. looked at him.

"Ok." He said as he picked up the phone. "They�ll be right back in a few minutes."

Since the operation, Melissa had been feeling unbearably aroused. It was a very different state from simply being completely disinhibited and stimulated. She wasn't simply ready to go along with any sexual act -- she founder herself desperate to fuck.

She kind of knew why. She vaguely recalled hearing some kind of talk from the doctor about hormones as she had jerked off for the first time just before she was discharged from hospital. Even now as she stood in her dressing room prior to the show, she was ready to go again. It didn't help that her nine-inch organ had effectively flipped up the front of her short tartan skirt, its eye staring up at her from the end of her red, curved organ. Her blouse was tied off below her bra-less H-cups. Gratis, Branch had brought back the feeling in her nipples which retained their absurd two-inch length.

She winked at herself wickedly in the mirror as one of her assistants finished fastening pink plastic barrettes into her hair. The white-blonde mane had been separated into two long pigtails. She took a drag off her thin white cigarette. She stuck out her tongue at her reflection and sat down to inhale her pre-show lines of cocaine.

Flying on coke, she wobbled to her feet. Her cock looked like it would explode; as she held the straw with one hand, she had begun jerking off, lubricating her hands with the vaginal juices that had begun running down her legs. "'Lissa looks so sexy," she said to her reflection. Seeing traces of powder on the mirror, she crouched slightly and rubbed her cock across it, shuddering as the potent drug came into contact with her erectile tissue, at once arousing and numbing her.

As soon as she stepped onto the stage, she realized that Branch must have played with something other than her nipples. Staring across the stage as Tanya tottered out from the opposite side, she was overwhelmed with attraction to the other girl. She felt a sense of boundless, submissive love for the diminutive asian girls with tits bigger than her head. Tanya's eyes locked onto hers and the two remaining contestants stumbled across the stage and embraced passionately next to the podium.

When Tanya walked out on stage she too was dressed. Her platinum locks were pulled up into a high ponytail and oversized plastic hoops adorned the side of her head.

He clothing consisted of her six inch heels, a too short mini skirt, and a tightly stretched spandex top. From the outside she didn�t show her new attributes like Melissa, until she bent over and showed her ass to the crowd. When she done that the crowd gasped as they saw that she had pulled her new massive member up between her legs and stuck the head of it up her ass. She grinned as she spread her ass cheeks and pushed, letting the twelve inch cock pop out and swing free. She then turned around and started back towards the podium. Once she saw Melissa standing there her cock began to rise.

�She�s, like, so pretty!� She thought. As Melissa started moving towards her she responded by stumbling quickly towards her. They met just off to the side of the podium and locked in a passionate embrace.

Tanya�s head pressed hard into Melissa�s H cup tits. Her head looked like an orange stuck between two grapefruit. Melissa leaned down and kissed Tanya passionately and they had to be stopped before they tore off their clothes and screwed right there. Stage personnel showed them to their seats as the clips from the week started. Their skirts no longer hid their arousal.

As the clips started the crowd�s attention slowly turned from the big screen towards the two bimbos.

"Tanya likes your big cock." Tanya said as she slowly stroked Melissa�s member.

"Lissa likes yours too!" She replied as she played with the monster between Tanya�s legs. "Can Lissa kiss it?"

"Sure!" Tanya giggled. Melissa giggled as she leaned over and lightly kissed the head of Tanya�s cock.

Tanya responded by returning the favor. "Mmm, that�s tasty!" She giggled. She slipped out of her chair and took Melissa�s cock in her mouth. Melissa moaned and started playing with her nipples as Tanya�s head bobbed professionally up and down on her shaft.

The crowd by now was ignoring the big screen and trying to get a better look at what the two were doing on the stage. Tanya�s hands were between her legs franticly jacking off as she got Melissa off. She pulled back as her mouth and face was covered in a clear sticky cum. She couldn�t produce sperm but Branch had gave both of them working ball that were able to produce the liquid medium that normally carried the sperm in normal males, and quite a lot at that.

Tanya laid back on the floor with her cock sticking straight up. "Lissa�s turn to get Tanya off." She stated with a giggle.

Melissa didn�t waste any time in pulling her skirt off and stepping over Tanya�s prone body. Slowly she lowered her dripping snatch onto Tanya�s pole. Tanya squealed as Melissa�s hungry pussy slipped down her cock all the way.

Melissa�s cock stiffened once again as she rode Tanya�s huge cock. Her long nailed hand went to it and she jacked off as she bounced up and down energetically.

Tanya meanwhile screamed, squealed, and moaned as she bucked her hips into Melissa�s body. The crowd were on their feet chanting, �Go, go, go�� as the two fucked madly. The clips on the big screen had stopped as camera men scrambled around the two getting everything from all sides.

Finally the two came together as Tanya filled Melissa�s cunt and Melissa sprayed her cum all over the small Oriental�s tits. The crowd roared their approval.

Tiffany took the stage. "Well folks," She smiled. "It has been a unanimous decision. The judges and sponsors feel that these two are all done. They have declared it a draw.

The crowd cheered madly. Tanya turned to Melissa. "Did Tanya win?" She asked. Melissa just shrugged her shoulder then pulled Tanya back down to her.

The American Senate and House of Representatives were very busy the fall after the show. New restrictions were placed on Pay-Per-View TV and there were many reforms to broadcasting. As well, laws were passed about cosmetic surgery and hearings were convened to review psychiatric drugs prescribed in the U.S.

Meanwhile, the Barker twins, minus a few rings and a cup size or two graced the pages of every issue of Hustler Magazine. The girls also made some talkshow appearances and generally did the rounds. Despite not appearing in the final episode, the twins were treated as though they had won. They even received invitations to some important parties. With Janet coked out of her gourd and Julie permanently stunned from the Branch treatment, the two made a comical addition to any talkshow or public gathering.

Karen had settled down happily as a professional whore in Tenessee, working out of her husband's living room and occasionally making appearances at frat parties and other events where Keith was paid to have her gangbanged. Like Julie, her brain was almost completely fried.

Once Larry Flynt lost interest in Melissa and Branch had cut Tanya loose because of the senate hearings, the two burned through all their money somehow in just a week or two and soon found themselves working at an upscale massage parlour in New York which catered to unique tastes. They were thrilled to meet again and spent their waking hours fucking eachother. The brothel made considerable money simply by allowing people to join the two in the bed they hardly ever left.