Crime: Bimbomania! Ch. 03

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

Oh, shit. My boobs. Dammit.

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

I rolled my eyes while Biff babbled. Jerk.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, whatever," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

Uh oh.

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

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

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

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

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

NEXT: Round Four