End of Round Results

I couldn't stop my boobs from jiggling.

I sighed. My CFM walk- they said it was short for "come find me," but I knew it was really "come fuck me"- was too complex for me to overcome. My whole body was involved, and that included my shoulders. The final effect was that my boobs were jiggling when I walked, whether I liked it or not. It was subtle, but unmistakable. Of course, a lot of people wouldn't notice because they'd be too busy watching my bimbified hips and ass wiggle like I was a slut-in-heat. Grrrrrrrrrr.

It was a few minutes before we were due back on stage. There were a lot of people running around, but everyone was staying out of our way. Even Michael was avoiding us. I could hear him shrieking about a burnt-out light bulb on stage.

I glanced up at the electronic scoreboard. It read:

TonyaB...I...M...x...x

LauraB...I...M...x...x

EricaB...I...M...x...x

ChristineB...x...x...x...x

Chrissie had finally earned a letter, but the rest of us were still two letters behind her.

I finally spotted Chrissie, Tonya and Laura standing together. It was actually sort of funny seeing dark-haired Chrissie and blonde Tonya together. Chrissie was several inches taller and less bimbified overall, and in her heels, Chrissie towered over the busty, barefoot Tonya. Quite a study in contrast. Meanwhile, Laura was stunning in her growing bimbification. Her expanded boobs took away from her sleek socialite look, but she now looked like a gorgeous beach bunny. Of course, I wasn't one to talk...with my long pigtails I had to look like a fetish model.

Chrissie smirked as I walked to them, hips rolling.

"Nice walk," she said. "That should get you laid tonight."

I gave her a look. Then I noticed a pen sitting on a table, so I picked it up and dropped it in front of her. "Oops!" I said. Chrissie instinctively bent over to pick up the pen. Because of her new programming, she helplessly bent over at the waist, her rounded ass sticking up. I gave her a slap on the ass that made her jump and yelp.

She landed clutching her ass. "You bitch!" she said.

I gave her my best bitchy smile. "Oh, you know you liked it."

Chrissie flushed and stepped forward. Tonya scurried out of the way on her bare feet, her red toenails flashing, and Laura clicked her way clear. I smiled mirthlessly and gave Chrissie an inviting look. Then, suddenly, Michael was standing between us.

"Save it for the stage, you butchy things!" he said. "Five minutes! Five minutes!"

I shrugged. "Fine," I said. Then I smirked. "Nice ass, by the way."

Chrissie looked pissed. "Kiss my ass, bitch," she said.

"Nice comeback," I said, but my heart wasn't in it. The tension had passed, and it was almost time for the show to resume. Then we heard the warning bell ring, so we filed back onstage.

The makeup team pulled away and the camera began rolling just as we gathered next to Biff. Biff put on his bright smile once more and began babbling.