Bimbo or Billionaire - The CPA

Chapter 1 - Judgement Day

"Hear ye, hear ye. This court is now in session. His honor, Judge J. Preston presiding."

The court room was sparsely populated with a few court officials and what looked like several homeless people looking for a comfortable chair to spend the afternoon in. The benches only looked a little more comfortable than a concrete barrier but Suzanna was in no position to judge. She was seated in the defendant's chair, and while it was nicely padded it was far from a comfortable seat.

The jury box stood empty as she had requested a bench trial, taking a big risk trusting her fate to Judge Preston, but a full trial by jury would provide her no hope of leniency. Having embezzled over 3 million dollars as CFO of "Toys for the Terminally Ill" to fund her own movie to star in wouldn't get any sympathy from the jury and the evidence was far too great to expect an innocent verdict. Her only hope was she could garner a little bit of good will with the judge. She had been flirting, subtly, with him throughout the trail and she had hoped to sway him in to delivering the lightest sentence he could.

She had the looks, at 32, she might have been considered over the hill in Hollywood, but she took her appearance seriously. The judge looked to be in his fifties and she had noticed no ring on his finger, not that it would have matter to her any way. She had spent every day in court ensuring she made eye contact with him throughout the day smiling and doing other small signs of interest.

The judge sat down and addressed the court, "Ms. Day, having reviewed the evidence and heard the testimony I find you guilty of embezzlement.

I find this to be the most morally corrupt kind of crime as you breached your fiduciary duty to your employer, profession and the child that depend on the charity. All for your own self aggrandization.

Under the criminal code the maximum sentence I can give you is 5 years in prison and order the repayment of all funds. In addition I am awarding punitive damages of $30 million, to be donated to Toys for the Terminally Ill."

Suzanna had been prepared for this, she apparently hadn't been able to win over the judge, it was bad but at least it was over. She'd have to declare bankruptcy after she was out to clear the remaining debt, but with her Certified Professional Accountant accreditation she knew how to get out of paying it without running afoul of the law. She'd lose her CPA status of course now that she had been convicted, but that was the least of her worries.

She waited for the gavel to come down but instead the judge continued.

"Fortunately under the new sentencing rules for judges recently passed in to law to help alleviate the overcrowding in our prisons, I have quite a bit more flexibility in determining your punishment as this is not a capital offence."

Suzanna perked up, perhaps she had gotten to the judge after all.

"Under section 369 I am hereby converting the 5 year prison sentence to a one episode appearance on Bimbo or Billionaire. You will compete in the show until you have either replayed your debt to the charity or lost the game, at which point you will have any future earnings garnished by this court.

Bailiffs, please take Ms. Day to the waiting transport. Court is adjourned." The judge banged his gavel as Suzanna simply stared at him.

The strong grip on her arms jolted her back to reality and she started to scream.

"You can't do this! It's not fair! I was going to repay them as soon as I had a distribution deal in place!"

Chapter 2 - Opening Credits

The studio curtain was raised as the theme music blared from the speakers with the applause of the live studio audience. Suzanna was already behind the podium and couldn't move more than a few inches of any of her limbs. Just enough to keep her balance.

The collar of fate had been programmed to ensure she didn't make any sudden moves or cause any problems. Suzanna was terrified and furious all at the same time.

"Yes folks it's time to answer the question that is on all of our minds... Is she a... Bimbo or Billionaire!" the announcer's voice came across the PA system and the audience roared in response.

She had wanted to be on TV her entire life but not in this way. Not on this show. If a jury would have been hostile to her story and thrown the book at her, this audience was going to do far worse and there was no way out. Her only hope, the last hope, was that she could somehow win the billion dollars and get out of this mess.

"Thanks Dan, now to get to today's contestant... Suzanna!" the crowd cheered as Jack walked across the set.

"Now we have a special treat here today everyone. You may have noticed that Suzanna was already on set when the curtain came up. That's because the Collar of Fate is already working its magic. You see Suzanna is the first contestant we've been given from the judicial system!"

There was a low murmur throughout the crowd, this was something new and they were not sure about it yet.

"You see Suzanna has been convicted of embezzling over $3 million from the charity she was the CFO for. A charity that provided toys for children with terminal illnesses!"

The boos from the crowd were loud and continued as Jack tried to settle them down, several members of the audience made rude gestures as well.

"But that's not the worst of it... she took the money and was making a movie for herself to star in!"

The audience actually started throwing things at Suzanna on the stage, the censors were working overtime to bleep out the profanities that accompanied the boos.

After several minutes, Jack continued, "But the good news is that Suzanna is in it for the long haul folks, the Judge has sentenced her to payback all the money and more so she's here all the way to the end!"

The crowd turned quickly and started cheering "Bimbo...Bimbo...Bimbo...".

"So Suzanna, anything to say before we begin?"

Suddenly Suzanna could speak and move her head freely.

"Uhmmm, well I just wanted to say that I really did intend to pay back..." she began as the audience drowned her out.

"Well I guess that's a no then. Ok folks, now the only question that remains is she a..."

The crowd chanted along with Jack as he said the show's title, "Bimbo! Or! Billionaire!"

"I'd ask you if you're ready to play Suzanna, but we all know the answer to that already!

Ok let's get the last few housekeeping items out of the way and we can get going. First off I'd like to bring everyone's attention to our case girl Chrissi!"

A spotlight highlighted Chrissi and the buxom blonde bimbo waved and giggled as the crowd cheered and whistled.

"Chrissi was the unluckiest contestant to ever play our game here and opened twelve bimbo cases in a row. But we just couldn't let her leave with nothing so instead we didn't let her leave at all and she's been with us ever since!

In the back of the studio we also have the fine technical folks who are operating the Collar of Fate tonight, they're already doing the work making sure Suzanna here remains calm and collected for us!

And of course we cannot forget our generous benefactor, who has put up the billion dollar prize! Our mystery man that we simply call 'The Accountant'". As always the pitch black area above the columns of monitors was backlit revealing a person sitting at a desk but obscured in darkness.

"Of course you all know our board, two sides with twelve steps each, revealed one at a time as the cases are opened. As always the cash side starts at a penny and works its way up to one billion dollars!

The Bimbo side is divided in to two halves, the first six are physical changes that the 'Collar of Fate' will make and the second half are mental changes. Each of the changes will be selected by an audience vote from a list of four random selections from our database!"

Chapter 3 - Round 1

Suzanna could still move her head, but that was just about the limit of her options. She desperately wanted to bolt out of the studio but her legs simply didn't obey her thoughts and she remained fixed behind the podium.

"Ok Suzanna, as you know we have five rounds here. In the first round you have to open 12 cases, the second 6 cases, the third 3, the fourth and fifth rounds are 1 case each to see if you win the billion dollars or not. Well in your case if you get a 'get out of jail' free card. I need 12 numbers from 1 to 24 from you right now."

Suzanna tried to keep herself under control, the only way she was getting out of this was to keep a level head. Maybe if she tried to seem cooperative the audience would go a little easy on her.

"Ok Jack, Case number 3 please." She said trying to sound as remorseful as possible.

"Chrissi, could you please open case 3 please?" Jack called over to the other side of the stage.

The pedestal with case 3 on it started flashing and Chrissi was standing just next to it.

Chrissi attempted to open the case but instead chipped a nail.

"Fiddlesticks! I broke a nail Jack!"

"Oh, we'll get that taken care of just as soon as the shows over honey, can you just open the case for the time being?"

Chrissi pouted and sucked on her broken nail a bit before taking her entire finger in to her mouth. She moved it in and out for a few seconds, shuttered as the orgasm took her and then as clarity returned to her she opened the case.

The music rose from the background as the first monitor in the Cash column came to life.

"A good start Suzanna, a cash case, you're on the board!"

The crowd's mood turned sour again and a few boos could be heard.

"Ok Suzanna, what's your second case going to be?"

"Well, how about 6 Jack." She said, once again trying to be as demure as possible without being able to move from the neck down.

"Chrissi, case number 6 please."

Chrissi had been looking at her broken nail again, still unsure about what to do about it, but thinking that sucking on it again might be a good idea.

"Ok Jack... just a sec." Chrissi wiggled over to case number 6 and proceeded to open it.

"Oh, Suzanna, you're first Bimbo case!"

The crowd's mood pivoted once more and they cheered.

Suzanna shuddered as much as the Collar of Fate would let her, she knew there was going to be many more of these before she was done.

"Ok folks, let's reveal the first Bimbo change and the four randomly selected items our audience gets to vote on!"

The music came to a crescendo as the first monitor in the Bimbo column came to life.

"Category is Hair! And the four voting options are... Pixie Perfect, Ozone Hazard, Beehive Bonnet and Pink Punk Princess! Ok folks use the pads on your arm rests and vote for which one you want. Suzanna, anything to say?"

"I'm just so sorry..." she lied, trying to drum up tears but they wouldn't come. She didn't know if it was because of the Collar of Fate or that she just couldn't manage it.

"Well the audience has voted and the winner is... Ozone Hazard! With this, volume is the name of the game, we're not actually going to damage the Ozone layer as the nanites will give you the look but remain environmentally friendly! Please, activate the Collar of Fate now!"

Suzanna felt her scalp come to life and the faint glow of the collar told her it was hard at work. It was almost like a slight static electric charge moved across her shoulder length brown hair and she felt it lift off of her body and stand at attention.

Turning her head to look in the off screen monitor, she could see that she now looked like a soap opera star from the 80's. Big hair that made her head look much larger and even like she stood more than her usual 5' 10".

"Ok Suzanna, what's your next case!"

"18 please Jack."

"You're on Chrissi..."

Chrissi looked around and once again noticed her broken nail.

"Oh my gawd Jack I've chipped a nail, how did that happen!"

"Oh Chrissi, don't worry about that, we'll show you after the show."

"Ok Jack, what was that case number again?"

"18 Chrissi, 18."

"Another Cash case Suzanna! That's a whopping 10 cents now!"

The crowd must have thought it was on a roller coaster ride as they once more booed the case.

"Ok, what's your next case Suzanna?"

"How about 16. Thank you Jack."

"Oh that's your second Bimbo case!"

The crowd changed direction again and cheered once more.

"Ok the board says the category is... Voice! With the options being Southern Comfort, Luck of the Irish, Aussie... Aussie... Aussie! and High Hopes. This is of course just a change to the sound of your voice not your vocabulary, I'm sure we'll get to that with you later Suzanna!" Jack said with a wink.

"So Suzanna, any preference on this one?"

"I'm sure the audience will give me what I deserve Jack." I tried to say humbly.

"And the voting says... High Hopes!"

The collar once more activated and Suzanna felt it go to work on her neck.

"Any thoughts you'd like to share Suzanna?"

"Well I'm sure the audience would like to hear me say something Jack..." Suzanna's voice was several octaves higher than before but the real difference was in the cadence. The sentence almost had a cyclical rhythm to it, going from low to high, making her sentence sound half way between a statement and a question.

The audience clapped and hollered at their choice as she finished.

"Well I guess we know what's next Suzanna, so go ahead and give me another number."

"23 please?"

Chrissi opened the case to reveal another bimbo sign.

"That's two in a row Suzanna ... the category this time is lips! The options for the audience are... 'O'pen for Business, Always in Touch, Kiss and Make Out and Sweet as Candy."

Suzanna listened to the options but none of them were terrible, even if two Bimbo cases in a row was unlucky this early, she was getting reasonable options so far.

"The audience has made its choice, which is... Always in Touch!"

The collar once more sprang to life but Suzanna could not see any change in the off stage monitor. Once the heat in her lips subsided though she began to fidget as much as her restricted movement would allow. There was something wrong but she couldn't figure out what. Her lips felt like a thousand small pins were pricking them all at once.

"Ah yes, I think we need to make a small adjustment to your stance there Suzanna. Technical team, if you would please?"

Suzanna watched as her arm raised from her side and her index finger lightly pressed against her bottom lip. Instantly she felt like everything was right again, the pin pricks disappeared.

"As I'm sure you've figured out Suzanna, you're going to need something touching your lips all the time. A finger, a penciled, a lollipop or just a good old fashioned dick will do the trick!" Jack said through his smirk.

Well on to the next case please Suzanna."

"21 might be good." Suzanna said as she felt a bit of pleasure emanate from her bottom lip as her finger caressed it as she spoke.

"Another cash case! You're up to a whole dollar!"

"That's good Jack, thanks." To Suzanna it sounded more like a question than a statement but the audience seemed to like it and didn't boo or cheer this time.

"Alright Suzanna, you're almost half way through the first round, what's your sixth case number going to be?"

Suzanna decided to go with her new voice and said "How about 14 Jack?"

"That's your fourth Bimbo case! I think the audience is still trying to figure out what they want to do with their choices but maybe this one will help them out! The category is Body Shape. The options are... Top to Bottom, Corset Trained, Ass Backwards and Below the Average!"

Suzanna's luck had held again, the options were pretty good, though Ass Backwards wasn't a good option unless you really liked showing off your butt.

"And the result from the audience is? Below the Average!"

The collar sprang to life and Suzanna felt the heat move over her entire body this time. The podium in front of her seeming to grow larger, but in truth she was getting shorter. After a few short but uncomfortable minutes she only just peered over the podium, having lost what she could only guess was a good 12 inches in height.

"Yes Suzanna, with the average height of a Woman being 5'4", you now give up a good six inches to that figure. But don't worry, I'm sure what the audience has taken away they'll replace with something in short order." Both Jack and the audience laughed at his obvious innuendo to the approaching breast category.

"I'm sure they will Jack. Maybe on this next case?" I played up to the audience again as best I could standing there with my finger still at the corner of my mouth.

"Then we need a new case number Suzanna, what will it be?"

"2 Jack."

"Another cash case! That's $10 Suzanna! What will your next case be?"

"1 please."

"Another Bimbo case and we know what the category is going to be this time Suzanna ... Breasts!"

The crowd took another swing from its melancholy over the cash cases to sheer glee for their favorite category.

"The choices this time are... Man Made, Big and Bold, A Tad Nippy Outside and Decorations for the Holidays!"

Suzanna liked her C cups but knew a change was going to be coming, Jack had planted the seed in the audiences mind and they had latched on to it before the next case had been opened.

"And, as we all knew it was coming, the audience has selected... Man Made!" Jack called out.

Suzanna's chest caught fire as her breasts began to swell outwards. But just not swell, shift and reshape as well. From their perfectly normal appearance they quickly took on an unnatural roundness and position on her now small frame.

By the time they finished, no one would mistake them from anything but the best money could buy. They had grown so large that her hand had been pushed away from her mouth and she had used what little movement she had to turn her head and follow it.

"I guess I don't have to explain that one to the home audience eh? But Suzanna, what's your next case number?"

"15 Jack, but can you let me move my arm a little bit please?"

"I think we can accommodate that Suzanna, you've been very cooperative so far. If the tech team would please let our contestant have a little control of her right arm please?

While they work on that, let's see what case 15 is.

Oh, Suzanna, that's your 6th Bimbo case!"

The crowd cheered again, a run of Bimbo cases always got them riled up.

"This time we have the category of... Face! The audience has the option of... Wide Eyed, Pierced Perfection, Bright Eyes and Tongue to Nose!"

"And the audience has chosen... Bright Eyes!"

The heat moved across Suzanna's face to her eyes, rested there for only a moment before vanishing again.

Suzanna turned to the off stage monitor again and could see she now had bright makeup around her eyes, it was pink and almost glowed.

"Suzanna, you're new makeup isn't just bright pink, its bright any colour. Based upon what you're wearing or where you are it will shift to match your surroundings with a bright neon shade that will almost make your whole face light up!"

Suzanna almost managed to place her face in her hand but didn't quite have enough movement in her arm to do so. Instead it look more like she was trying to touch her new highlights.

"Well we need another case Suzanna ..."

The need to have something touching her lips drew Suzanna's hand back down to her chin before she replied.

"10 Jack, if you would please?" Suzanna was having a hard time maintaining her composure, six Bimbo cases had rendered her almost unrecognizable and she only had $10 on the board.

"Your streak continues Suzanna, another Bimbo case! And your first mental change as well!"

Suzanna felt her stomach drop to her feet as the crowd rose up and cheered her bad luck.

"The category is... Clothing Style! The audience options are... Plastic Wrap, Gothic Splendor, Swimwear Seduction and Farm Girl Chic!"