Emotive Ornaments

Dumb-dumbs. Her former friends were complete, utter, stupid heads. If she could stop thinking in those childishly silly sentences she'd be a lot more explicit. How the gosh darn dang was she supposed to know that the police were actually going to arrest and fine them? How was she supposed to know they'd charge everyone the maximum amount? So the reason she was acting like a ditzy dumbo was that she got a teensy bit tipsy the night she was supposed to be the bridesmaid, but then panicked. Totally not super. If she survived with any sense of herself, she's going to give them a mean ol' glare.

"And folks, we have Emotive Ornaments as our winner with 46% of the votes!" Announcing the votes, Jack let the collar work its magic as Jen's hair exploded into fiery red spikes traveling down her back. Now almost a half-moon, her hair tickled the top of her exposed ass, and she couldn't feel a thing. Two hairpins formed as her hair was tied into pigtails, fluttering in the air. The hairpins expressed Jennifer's displeasure with two :['s. "Veteran watchers will remember that the last time, this choice ended up being themed around all things anime. Though unless Jen-Jen's moe power fills up her punishments, they'll be more of a variety this time around!"

Grasping her new hairstyle, Jen glanced at it before brushing it aside. So long as it wasn't coating her hair in semen it was a good choice in her book. Presently there were just more things to be frustrated at. The host, this game, herself...

Noticeably her hair took on a darker shade as it slowly unraveled into waves of deep crimson. Watching the time, Jack smiles as he reads her emotions like a guessing game. Wondering what she'll be doing after the break. Already cameras were in place to catch her in some type of scenario. And if it looks like nothing is going to happen, they'll make something happen. "Watchers at home, watchers here; Thank you for tuning into our special Bimbo or Billionaire! We'll be right back after these commercials!"

With the commercial break over, Jennifer found her hair in a neutral black bun as she approached the stage. There were a couple of hiccups during the intermission, but she was one step closer to getting in contact with her ex-friends. Or at least hopefully. Sure she ended up gaining two new rules, but the assistant she talked to was surprisingly nice, if not less pervy than the rest of the case here. Reaching the podium, her new figure was revealed to the audience as the studio cameras exposed her to the world. Changed into a tub top and booty shorts, she now sported jugs the size of her head. She couldn't believe just looking at a screensaver was enough to enlarge her bubble boobies. Her ass grew a bit as well, but it was already pretty pronounced anyway. Unfortunately for her, the studio was getting rid of their clothing allegedly now that there was no need for them, so they only had skimpy sets for the more curvy folks.

In any case, the audience sure liked what they saw. Above her, the screen even showcased the photo that started the transformation:

Jack, ever so smugly asked for the second round of applause as he thanked the creative department: "Without their tireless effort, we wouldn't have this show for you all to enjoy! I'm sure our little Jen-Jen over here loves their ideas as well, isn't that right?"

Rolling her eyes, Jennifer crossed her arms as her bun unraveled into a spiky crimson wave. "Under-utilizing this super-tech is more of a crime than creativity if you ask me."

"How rude! I'd say we haven't had contestants this rude, but then I'd be a liar." Still smiling, Jack basked in the booing audience.

Scoffing, Jennifer replied, "As if you're not one already."

Pausing for a second, Jack seems to mull over whether or not he should continue the banter before concluding the best direction to go is to dismissively nod. "Sure. Sure. But I completely disagree. I mean, one of our punishments pretty much does the work for us now. Why don't you explain to our audience what rules you've gotten."

Swinging her boobies left and right, Jennifer monotonically read out:

"Whenever I talk about myself, I must emphasize my slobber knockers by acting showy and saying silly synonyms.

Anytime I think about returning favors or giving out gifts the only things I can think about the offering are me, myself, and I.

Whenever I've wronged someone, I deserve and need spankings from the person as retribution."

Finishing her rules, Jennifer quickly stuffed her watermelons back into the top they escaped from before glaring back at a grinning Jack. "So the first one was from yours truly. The second rule came from one of our lovely assistants and their jokes during the break. But I'd like to introduce back Chrissi first before revealing the third!"

Groaning, Jennifer realized the induced guilt welling up inside her as her hair turned dark blue. Skipping onto the stage, Chrissi stopped right next to Jen. "OmiGOSH! Duh! I finally found you! Like, why didn't I think to look here?"

"You see, Jennifer didn't take Chrissi up on her offer to watch some of her greatest hits. So now, she's gotta make up for it with the third rule!"

Jennifer bent against the podium the best she could as she turned around. "Please give me a spanking! I'm sorry for skipping out."

Keeping her stupid grin, Chrissi just shook her head. "Like, ya could've just said you didn't wanna watch. But okie-dokie!"

THWACK

Wincing, Jennifer rubbed her ass as Chrissi skipped back to her section. Trying to speak over the cheers of the audience, she asked "Can we get this going?"

"Sure thing Jen-Jen. Just pick a box."

"20."

As Chrissi revealed the box, the camera zoomed in on the light switch inside. "Alrighty, folks at home! This is our first showcase of the triggers category! In these options is an assortment of triggers that affect our contestants in themed ways. Let's see our options!"

Just a Prank Bro: Wet willies, pantsing and more! Anytime someone pulls a classic prank on Jennifer, she'll find herself reacting with a change in either body or mind!

Isn't that just insulting!: Anytime somebody calls Jen a slut, bimbo, or any other descriptor like that, she'll transform in body and mind a bit closer to being defined by that word.

Would you Kindly?: Anyone asking Jennifer for something using that phrase will receive it. So long as she's able to without ****, she'll give out money, sex, and favors.

Bimbo-ish: Jennifer will find that certain demeaning phrases and words transform her body and mind into a sillier and more stupid person bit by bit.