Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story.
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Michael greeted me with obvious relief.
"Oh! You're here! Great! Great! Where have you been? It's almost time to start! You look great! Where are the grips? Props! Get the props in place! Someone call Gary! The spotlight is too dull. Lights! We need lights, lights, lights! Glitter and pizzazz! This is big time, babies, and this is going to be the...best...show...ever!" The strain of show time was displayed on his face. Michael took his job as backstage manager very seriously.
I made a show of fanning myself. "Oh, wow, I'm hot. Feeling kinda faint, you know? Woozy. I think I need some water."
Michael's eyes widened and he shrieked. He twisted and shouted, "Water! Cold water for Erica right now! Get the smelling salts! Grab the crash cart!"
Then Chrissie said, "Knock it off, Michael. Can't you see she's teasing you?"
Michael paused for a second, looking at me. I nodded.
"She's right. I was just having some fun," I said.
Michael stalked away, muttering.
I turned to Chrissie. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper," I said.
Chrissie pitched her voice really high. "Hmmpphh. Party pooper!" Then she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever," I said. Nothing like a little pre-show bickering to settle one's nerves.
Of course, I would have expected her to be in a better mood for Day Two. Chrissie was, after all, ahead of the rest of us by two letters. She had yet to experience any effects whatsoever, whereas Laura, Tonya and I had been through two levels of bimbification and two spins of the accessory wheel.
For my part, I wasn't going to give Chrissie the satisfaction of showing how royally pissed I was about my changes. My entire midsection had been bimbified, so my hips and ass were swelled and rounded, and my waist had been pinched in. My fingernails, toenails and lips were all the same shade of metallic hot pink, and my nipples were now pierced. The most embarrassing changes, however, were my hair, which was now permanently gathered into two long blonde pigtails that dangled from the top of my head all the way down to my waist, and my lips, which were now swelled and rewired into a super sensitive erogenous zone.
Tonya and Laura hadn't been much luckier. Tonya's hair was now big and platinum, and she looked like a bimbo stripper. Besides the bimboed midsection, she now sported a tongue piercing and bimbo red fingernails, toenails and lips. She had also received vagina bumps right next to her clit, and a simple ten-foot walk left her looking slightly dazed. Laura's red hair was long and straight, and her fingers, toes and lips matched it. She also had a bimbified midsection, and, although she didn't have vagina bumps like Tonya, she did have a pierced clit. Also, her nipples had been super sensitized, and the simple act of wearing a bra was giving Laura a dreamy look on her face. The three of us were turning into horny little bimbos, and Chrissie was going to run away with this thing if at least one of us didn't get it together soon.
We stood around without talking, with Laura, Tonya and I trying not to move too much. It was almost a relief when Michael rushed toward us, panting, "Five minutes! Five minutes! Biff is already out there, okay, sweeties? Five minutes! Big time, cuties! Best show ever!"
I put a hand to my forehead. "Oh! Woozy..."
Michael looked panic-stricken.
I grinned. "Kidding," I said.
Michael stalked away, muttering under his breath. The others gave me disapproving looks.
Soon we heard the music cue up, and then Biff was talking. "Good evening, and welcome back to Bimbomania! Our latest playoff matches members of the "Night at the Museum" gang against each other, and so far it's been an entertaining contest! Christine has been large and in charge with it, but she's not so far ahead that she can afford to relax. Nosireebob! Particularly since Day 2 is when we turn...up...the...heat! So, let's bring our girls back out for another day of bimbifying goodness. Girls, come on down!"
The tuxedoed beefcakes once more formed an honor guard of sorts as we entered the stage. We had each been given individual outfits to wear, and, although all the outfits consisted of a miniskirt, knotted halter-top and high heels, each exhibited an individual theme. Laura was introduced first, and she made her demure way out dressed in an adorable schoolgirl outfit, her perfect red hair swaying in step with her hips. Tonya was next, her mass of blonde hair flowing down her back. She was dressed in the glittery sequins of a stripper. I was introduced next, and I walked onstage with my long dangling pigtails bobbing in time with my cheerleader skirt. Chrissie was last. Her black hair wasn't as extreme as the rest of ours, but she was still looking adorably hot in her Sailor Moon anime outfit.
We were now gathered on stage. Various signs could be seen throughout the audience in support of one contestant or another. One sign stated, "LAURA = HOT HOT HOT!" Another sign said, "Tonya...blondes have more fun!" One half-wit held a sign that said, "Nice pigtails, Erica! Your IQ is HAIR today but gone tomorrow!" I obviously had an adoring public.
We listened to Biff drone on endlessly, but, finally, we got down to the business of the day...the next event.
"Alright, cuties," said Biff. "It's time! The next event is known by our regular viewers as the 'No Blow'." Biff paused as the crowd burst into applause.
While Biff waited for quiet, a girl wearing a sexy nurse's outfit walked over and stood next to him. Her crisp white uniform was tight and short, and her cleavage bulged through the V-neck. She was holding a pink injection gun and a cloth pack that appeared to hold four injection cartridges.
"This is Nurse Suzi," said Biff. "She had to change her name because the doctors got nervous working around anyone named 'Sue!' Right? Right?" Biff did a quick little soft-shoe as a drum rimshot sounded over the speakers. The audience groaned appreciatively.
Biff finished his dance step and smiled. "Well, enough of this frivolity. We've got some girls to bimbo! Now, ladies, here's what you'll be dealing with. Nurse Suzi is injecting you each with a secret hormone specifically created by those hardworking scientists at Blonde Concepts and linked to your individual chromosomal makeup. This hormone is concentrated to work specifically with your taste buds and in synch with your swallowing instinct as well."
Suzi stepped up to Tonya and selected a cartridge. She popped the cartridge into the pink injection gun and moved Tonya's mass of blonde hair from the back of her neck. Then she pressed the business end of the injector against the base of Tonya's neck and pressed. Tonya jumped, a surprised look on her face, as a sudden 'pfft' of hair was heard. Suzi smiled and replaced the cartridge as she moved on to Laura.
"Now, this won't cause you any trouble by itself, although your food may taste a little, ah, strange for the next day or two. Nope, the true challenge comes in a different package."
As Biff talked, the stage began to whirr and rotate once more, sliding smoothly into place. Behind Biff, a long transparent container came into view, fully the length across the back of the stage. The container was designed of completely see-through plastic. It was approximately eight feet high and about eight feet wide as well, and it had to be around one hundred feet long, although it was 'S' shaped, so as to be able to fit on stage. It was, for all intents and purposes, a transparent hallway. Inside the transparent hallway, at regular intervals, sat four of the beefcakes. Each beefcake was shirtless, although wearing the black tuxedo pants. They looked delicious. The four muscled men were receiving injections from women who were dressed in a similar manner to Suzi.
"Those hunks are receiving pheromone shots," continued Biff. "Those pheromones are geared to activate the hormones migrating to your mouth glands. The closer you get to those pheromones, the stronger the effect they have on you."
I felt Suzi's hand on my shoulder and sudden pressure against the back of my neck. I gasped and jumped as the hormones were air-injected into me.
"Oh!" I said, pigtails bouncing.
Biff flashed a grin, then continued. "The bottom line is this, ladies. The pheromones and hormones are specially designed by those clever fellows from Blonde Concepts, and the closer you get to the gentlemen, the more you are going to want to swallow their semen. You four are going to start at the beginning of the plastic hallway and walk through. You'll pass each gentleman as you do so, and, trust me, you'll feel the effects. Each gentleman has a stronger concentration of pheromones than the one before, so it'll get harder and harder to simply walk by. Once your lips have touched one of the gentleman's penises, then you have lost and will receive a letter and a trip to the accessory wheel! If you manage to make it through without stopping to dally, then you receive a pass for the round. As you can see, it is actually possible to have multiple winners this time!"
I began to feel the tingle of panic as I realized the nature of this event. My lips were super sensitive! This wasn't fair!
The sound of a ringing cell phone interrupted my panic attack. For the first time, I realized that Biff was carrying a sleek, colorful cell phone on his belt. The phone had a blinking red light that was flashing to the beat of the phone's ring. Biff made a show of answering the phone.
