Backstage

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.