Backstage with Roadkill

My heart was beating quicker than normal as I was led backstage. The significance of Paul's words were hitting home. My body was bimboed, and now my sex instincts were going to be enhanced. And, of course, the accessory. I was getting nervous.

"Well, hello again," said Roadkill.

I managed a half-smile. "Hello, Roadkill."

"Sorry you lost again. Take off your clothes," he said.

"You say the sweetest things," I grumbled, stripping off my clothing grudgingly and laying flat on the indicated table.

"I'm sweet like that," he said. "We're going to be attaching straps and taping leads all over your body, alright? You're going to feel wired up like a robot, but it won't hurt. Once the computer kicks in, you're going to feel current running through your body. Try to avoid moving then, because if you mess up the flow, you could end up with some really strange results, and you don't want that, trust me. This is going to take care of your bimbification level and the Wheel Accessory result as well. Understand?"

I nodded. Roadkill and the two techs working with him soon had me wired up. When he hit the switch and the current started flowing through me, the sensations were much like standing outside with a powerful wind just blowing past you. I felt breathless and restless, although, like Roadkill said, it didn't hurt. After what seemed like an eternity, Roadkill turned off the computer and walked back to me.

I clutched his wrist. "Intense. But I'm fine," I said.

"You're sure?" he said.

I wished he'd stop asking me that. There were so many other things he could be doing with that mouth.

Shit.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just let me get off this table, alright?"

"Sure," he said. "Just quit pushing my hand into your pussy."

I gasped. He was right. I snatched my hand back, cheeks burning.

Roadkill chuckled as he released all the leads and straps. "Sweetheart, you're a time bomb now. Everything is going to look good to you. Everything will make you think of sex, alright? If you still want to win, you might want to try friggin' yourself off during commercials or whatever. That won't stop it, but it might let you think a little, anyway. Hell, your Wheel Accessory result might be a blessing in disguise. Good luck, darlin'."

I nodded, then got off the table and got dressed. The two techs that had helped Roadkill were nearby, and I could smell them. Gawd, they smelled so masculine. I could actually picture doing them on the table, and that's when I realized what Roadkill meant. Everything looked the same, but different.

I walked back towards the stage. A stagehand waved at me, and I looked at him, wanting him to slide those fingers inside my wet sex. Michael patted me on the shoulder and was talking, but all I could think about was why was he talking instead of using that tongue on my clit? My nipples were positively rock hard, and I slid the palms of my hand over my swelled breasts. I shuddered. Omigod, that felt good. I just needed to cum once before I went onstage, that's all. Just a quick one so I could concentrate. Maybe if I-

"Honey? Sweetie, are you alright?" Michael was tapping my shoulder.

I gasped. I had forgotten I was still talking to somebody. My brain...I still had control of my brain and I had to remember that. My brain was the only thing controlling my sex drive right now.

I assured Michael I was okay and made my way back out on stage.