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  Who Wants To Be A

  BIMBO

  Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2016 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

  You can check out all of my other stories and follow me for updates about my new releases at my Amazon author’s page!

  Sasha Scott at Amazon.com

  The Who Wants To Be A? series was my first big hit as a writer and I’m excited to finally be able to bring you the complete series in one huge 40000 word plus bundle.

  This bimbofication series revolves around the hit fantasy game show ‘Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?’ with every story telling the tale of a new contestant willing to put their body and mind on the line for enough money to make all of their dreams come true.

  These stories will contain a lot of transformation and bimbofication along with explicit scenes of a sexual nature. This book is for adults only who want to see IQ levels drop and bodies morph.

  I hope you have as much fun reading this series as I had writing it!

  ~ Sasha

  CONTENTS

  Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?

  Who Wants To Be A Cowbo?

  Who Wants To Be A Neko?

  Who Wants To Be A Latino?

  Who Wants To Be A Porno Star?

  Who Wants To Be A Boybo?

  Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? - Halloween Special

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  Who Wants To Be A Bimbo?

  And we’re live in five, four, three, two, one. The audience claps as the studio lights come alive, illuminating the tacky pink stage, with the smartly dressed, middle aged studio host standing from the center for the cameras.

  “Hello everyone, I’m Jim Harris and welcome to another episode of BNC’s number one rated show, Who Wants To Be A Bimbo? Tonight our lucky contest will try and win five hundred thousand dollars, and all they have to do is answer one question correctly, a question so easy even a child could answer it. However, there is a catch. Before that they have to answer navigate their way through ten tricky questions, and in each one they put their body and mind on the line. Can they get to the end with their mind in tact and win our grand prize? Well let’s find out as we introduce our contest for the evening, let’s give it up for Carol.”

  Cheers and applause rang out from the audience as Carol slowly walked onto stage, raising a hand to wave to all the adoring fans out there. She came dressed smartly in a black pencil dress which rolled over her curvy figure, and showed off those long stocking covered legs. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a stylish ponytail as she wore a modest makeup covering, managing to successfully walk that fine line between beauty and smart, even if the stage around her didn’t really fit her style, looking more like the thing a kid's pageant would be held on. Carol sat down on the large white soft seat in the middle of the stage as Jim sat down into a black chair positioned behind a white glossy desk.

  “Welcome Carol, before we begin would you like to tell us a little about yourself?”

  “Thanks Jim. My name is Carol and I’m an officer worker from Boston. In my spare time I love going for walks in the countryside, classical music and taking part in quizzes.”

  “I bet you’ve never played a quiz like this before though, have you Carol?”

  “Not yet Jim but it doesn’t matter to me because there is no way I’m going to be losing today!”

  “She’s certainly confident, give it up for Carol everybody as we move onto our first question.”

  The audience applauded her confidence, but that only got people so far. This wasn’t a new show and these people had seen a lot of people come on making claims about victory, and all of them went home sporting chests which put strippers to shame, with some of them simply becoming strippers and skipping the middleman.

  “So first question, time to see if you can get off to a good start Carol or if those nanobots will be getting some early action. Carol, with your mind on the line, which scientific unit is named after an Italian nobleman? Is it A, Pascal. Is it B, Ohm. Is it C, Volt or is it D, Hertz?”

  As always the hard questions came first. Who Wants To Be A Bimbo was a unique gameshow in its format. Rather than starting off simple and building up to a hard question at the end it was the easy question which decided to the prize. Each question would get gradually easier but at the same time every wrong answer would send that IQ plummeting down. If the contestant made it to the end with too many wrong answers, then they could kiss that money goodbye, no matter how easy it may have been. And of course their mind wouldn’t be the only thing changing along the way. Carol knew she had to get her right answers in easier, if she managed to beat the downward spiral she’d be on the path to victory.

  “You sure don’t make it easy, do you Jim?”

  “Of course not Carol, like we’d give up the chance to let our audience flex their imaginative muscles.”

  Another big appeal of the show wasn’t just the fact that a lovely lady might end up as a shell of her former self, it was the fact that it was the audience who got to choose the transformations. After every wrong answer the studio host would ask the audience to pick from one of four transformations that those helpful nanodes injected early would apply to the unlucky contestant. It was no wonder the show was already penciled in for two more seasons. Now Carol was in a tricky situation, she was a good quiz player but this one was stumping her which meant she only had a one in four shot.

  Carol mulled the question from around interconnected fingers before coming to her decision, “I think it’s B.”

  “You’re saying B?” Jim confirmed.

  She gave a nod, “Yes, let’s do this,” a strong front hiding nerve stricken insides. Her eyes, the eyes of the audience all looked up to the big screen in the middle of the stage. A red ‘X’ flashed across the front.

  “Oh sorry Carol, the correct answer was of course C. Named after Italian physicist Alessandro Volta.” Carol nodded her head, trying to show interest but all she really cared about was the poor start she’d dreaded. “So studio you know what that means, it’s time to ask the audience!”

  The audience chanted along with the words as they picked up the voting devices. Choices began to spin down over the main screen like a slot wheel, the fast pace slowly came down as the spin drew to a stop.

  “Ladies and gentlemen first up it’s hair. I hope you’ll all ready to play hairdresser because here are your choices. Vote A for Pretty in Pink. Vote B for Dark and Wavy. Vote C for Shades of Platinum and vote D for Little Firecracker.”

  Of course Carol had seen the show before and knew exactly what these choices were. Luckily for her hair was probably the best spin she could have asked for, and the choices wouldn’t be too bad, even if pink hair would be far from ideal.

  “I imagine you’re hoping for B Carol?” Jim asked as he filled the air time during the audience voting.”

  “I hope so Jim. I just have to hope the audience like what they see right now.”

  “Well Carol, voting has just finished and I can tell you they might like it, but they’d like something else more. It looks like we’ve got the blonde fans in tonight as Pretty in Platinum comes out top.”

  Carol’s dark brown hair would quickly start to fade as the nanobots took over, quickly fading away those dark locks lighter and lighter until she shone a radiant blonde to the cheer of the audience. She’d gotten off with little change in her first
round but this still put her on the back foot, she had to recover fast.

  “I hope you’ve adjusted to the new colour Carol because it’s time for question two. Which of these African countries is situated south of the equator? Is it A, Ethiopia. Is it B, Nigeria. Is it C, Zambia or is it D, Chad?”

  Crud, another question she wasn’t sure of. She’d brushed up more on her flags and her capitals than locations. She had an idea in her mind which it could be, but it wasn’t close to a certainty.

  “I’m gonna go for A, Ethiopia.”

  “And Carol is going for A, now let’s take it to the board and see if you were right or not.”

  She crossed her fingers to her sides as she watched that board closely, hoping to see that large green tick flash up. How her heart dropped when another red cross appeared.

  “Unlucky Carol,” Jim called out, not reassuring at all with that classic loud and clear showtime host voice, “The correct answer was actually Zambia. And that incorrect answer means it’s now another chance to ask the audience. Now let’s see what our next category will be. Oh no, seems things are picking up pace as it’s time for a bit of body morphing. Let’s see what we have today. Audience, vote A if you want Top Popping Pillows. Vote B for Biggest Rear in the West. Vote C for Sweet Schoolgirl Surprise and Vote D for Just Another Bite.”

  If Carol got off easy this time then this was a nightmare round, nothing subtle about any of these changes. A or B would leave her wobbling around and needing either a collecting of new tops or panties. C would leave her a piece of flat chested jailbait who’d never look old enough to take seriously, and this was probably the best option for her. She’d never actually seen D picked but she got the idea from the name, she’d rather not be taking up two seats on a plane.

  “So Carol, what are you plans for if you win our grand prize tonight?”

  “Well first off, after all this stress, I think I need a nice holiday. After that I think a new car and sprucing up my apartment are definitely in order.”

  “But now let’s find out in what shape you’re going to be spending that holiday. Looks like we’re going with a classic, say hello to the sweater puppies as Top Popping Pillows have came out on top!”

  The crowd went wild as Carol could feel the surge in her chest. Her modest B cup breasts began to swell up and bloat out under her straining pencil dress. Fat bubbled up and added to those growing funbags which began to bulge out from the top of her outfit, Carol’s hands squeezing down on her armrests as the cup size just kept on climbing higher and higher. Her bra had already snapped open to free those tits which peaked out for the camera, her meaty cleavage squeezed up and out as her dress struggled to keep her nipples hidden, the bottom now pulled up like a mini skirt as she fidgeted around.

  “You must be a soccer fan Carol because it looks like you’ve got two of those balls hidden in your dress.”

  “Haha, very fun Jim.” she sighed out as she tried to contain those huge melons which threatened to pop out and expose themselves at any seconds. She was going to need to custom order her bras after this one.

  “We’d give you more time to play around with your new friends but we’ve got a time spot to make and a third question to get through. So Carol, tell me, what is the world’s deepest lake. Is it A, Lake Baikal. B, Lake Superior. C, The Caspian Sea or is it D, Lake Victoria.”

  Carol’s mind was starting to feel a bit fuzzier, but she could at least still remember that Lake Superior wasn’t the answer, despite the popular belief. Her mind hovered between two answers, but she believed she knew this one, but after what had already transpired she was going to have to hope that her luck would finally pay off.

  “I think it’s A, Lake Baikal.”

  “You sure Carol? Another wrong answer could be very costly now.”

  “Yes, let’s try it, A please.”

  Her eyes turned up to that screen as the sweat dripped over her skin, dribbling down the middle of her squished together chest flesh. She bounced up in her seat when she was that green tick flash up on the screen.

  “Correct, well done Carol, you managed to get your first correct answer of the show and saved yourself from a round of changes. Now we can either take a small break or move straight onto the next question while you’re on a roll.”

  “Bring it on Jim, I think this is when my luck turns around.”

  “As you wish, once you put your breasts away we’ll move on to question four.”

  Carol didn’t understand the words until she looked down and found her enthusiastic response to her last correct answer had forced her jugs to flop out of her pencil dress, baring the full fleshy balloons to the audience and the viewers at home. With a blush shining across her face she quickly squeezed her fat bosom into that constricting dress, barely able to hide her pubic mound from the camera as she squished back into her now undersized outfit.

  “Now you’re respectable let’s move on to question four and see if you’ll be able to stay respectable or let it all go. So our fourth question, which of the Rolling Stones had a cameo role as Captain Teague in the film Pirates of the Caribbean, At World’s End? Was it A, Mick Jagger. Was it B, Charlie Watts. Was it C, Keith Richards or was it D, Ronnie Wood?”

  “C, Keith Richards.”

  “Oh, you sound confident about this one, do you know it Carol?”

  “Yep, it looks like my luck has just turned about.”

  She had no fear this time as she looked at the screen as the green tick flashed up. This time she made sure to keep an arm in place over her bosom to make sure that nothing was pop out by mistake.

  “I guess this means you’re going to want to move right to question five.”

  “Yes don’t stop now Jim, from here on out it’s going to be smooth sailings.”

  “I hope so for your sake Carol because here is question five. A nide is a brood or nest of which type of bird? Is it A, Emus. B, Sparrows. C, Swans or D, Pheasants?”

  Carol obviously hoped for too much when it came to three questions she knew in a row. Once again she had two different ideas in mind, but unlike the start of her winning streak she wasn’t more certain in one or the other. Once again lady luck was called on again to help Carol to that grand prize and away from another audience mauling.

  “I’m going to say B, Sparrows, Jim.”

  “You’re saying B. Let’s take it to the board and see if you’re right.”

  Carol learned what a bitch lady luck really was as the red cross came flashing across the screen and her heads or tails punt had backfired on her with her other guess being the one she should have gone for.

  “Oh sorry Carol, it was actually D, pheasants. Nevermind there is still a lot of game to go as we ask the audience once more.” Cheers and applause rung out from the studio. Of course everyone loved to see a winner but this was probably the only gameshow around were the audience would rather see a contestant go flat on their ass for their own chance to play. “And the board has selected fashion sense for this next vote. Even it must be feeling sorry for how you’re having to desperately keep those puppies tucked away. So let’s see the options. In A we have Lovely in Latex. For B it’s Forever Halloween. Vote C for Barbie Girl and go for D if you want I’m Sexy and I Know It.”

  Another embarrassing collection of choices. The clothing style round was one that warped to the mind and gave the contestants an overwhelming and uncontrollable urge to always dress in a particular way. So she’d be forced to do whatever the audience picked, if that was trapped in tight latex or always dressed in a costume, and even dressed in the sluttiest most revealing outfits possible.

  “Any preference for this round Carol?”

  “Yeah, how about some different choices.”

  “Haha Carol, great to see you still have that humour, but sorry to say you’re not going to have the same wardrobe as the votes it through and it seems you’re destined to be a Barbie Girl! Now if you’ll please follow our lovely assistant here to get you a new outfit, it’s going to get even m
ore uncomfortable in just that lovely black dress.”

  As Carol’s head started to burn up she was lead away by a giggly blonde in a pink sparkly dress, probably a former contestant knowing this show. Carol returned a few minutes later having gotten rid of that old outfit of hers and had instead gotten dressed into something a little more girly girl. Those black stockings had been replaced with a white which ran down into pink heels, her black pencil dress not even in sight. Instead her new skirt was pink, frilly and fluffy and dangled just down along her legs, fitting to be called a micro skirt, while her chest was pushed out by a tight pink bralette top which showed off a deep cleavage and that flat stomach. Her tight ponytail had also been replaced, with two pigtails hanging from either side of her hair, hung in large girly ribbons, with the modest makeup replaced with a much thicker covering.

  “Wow folks, doesn’t Carol look great, give her a round of applause.” Wolf whistles echoed out from the sold out crowd as she awkwardly got back into her seat in her new outfit. “What a transformation Carol, how do you like your new look?”