Final round

“Have you satiated your thirst for cum now, Karen?” Frank asked when she finished.

“Yesss…” after the recent orgasm the contestant still felt slightly overwhelmed.

“Are you ready for the Final Round?”

Y-yes,” she was completely not ready, but also knew that her mental state would not improve during the show.

“I think you should perform on the sybian, we’ll turn the vibrations down.”

When Karen did not object, the host continued to talk, while the sybian continued to buzz.

“So far you have given twenty-two correct answers and thus collected 1,1 million points. You’ll now be given a chance to turn them into money. Draw five categories.”

“Australian Cities, Russian Geography, Battleships, Blood, Conan the Barbarian.”

The host did not even ask about Karen’s opinion, although he explained the rules of the final round; it was clear to everyone that the contestant was not paying much attention. She looked like a complete mess, dressed in just high heels, torn pantyhose and panties, drenched in semen, and kneeling on a sybian. The contestant was vaguely aware of her disgraceful and humiliating state, but at that point she no longer cared.

“All on Blood,” Karen said without much consideration when Frank finished.

This was a random choice, the contestant could no longer analyse the quiz, not to mention thinking about answers; from now on she relied on pure luck. Some might say that the fortune did not favour Karen during the show, she never drew the transformation she desired the most and none of the answers she had guessed were correct; others might claim that ultimately she got what she truly wanted.

“Which type of blood is known as Universal Donor (i.e. anybody could receive this type of blood without risking a transfusion reaction)?”

“0-” Karen guessed.

“Correct.”

“Congratulations, Karen!” Frank announced, “you just won 1,1 million dollars. You can get up from the sybian.”

The contestant was not fully aware of what was happening, she missed the fact that the host was mocking her by allowing her to get up; the vibrations felt pretty good anyway. It was Jasmine who once again entered the stage and assisted the overwhelmed Karen in standing up. The women shared one more kiss, it was long and passionate, with even more touching and groping, their tongues mingling inside of their mouths, their large breasts pressed tightly against each other. When they ran out of breath they parted their lips, but did not disengage; after a few deep breaths they kissed once more. The audience cheered and Frank just watched the spectacle; when the women finished he spoke his finishing lines.

“Congratulations once again Karen. You not only won 1,1 million dollars. During the show you had been transformed twenty times and turned into a gorgeous bimbo. We have greatly enjoyed all of your spectacles and we hope that your fetishes and other mental transformations will bring you even more joy in the future. Karen, Jasmine, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for being with us tonight. See you again in Who Wanna Be a Bimbo.”

Karen managed to say “thank you” and “good bye”, but it was clear that she was not able to express more complex thoughts at that moment. Jasmine accompanied her as they left the stage; the audience clapped until they were gone.