Little lady

Amelia looked at the numbers appearing on the screen with a bored expression. It was hard to be invested in the results when you already knew what they're gonna be. Surprising nobody, Grow with the sun was last, because of course it was. As the second to last option appeared, Growing concerns, she wondered if anyone really thought this shit was real, that their votes actually mattered. Looking at the audience, she was surprised to see them actually invested in the votes, some even groaning seeing their option didn't win... What a bunch of morons!

"And the results are in!" Jack shouted. Amelia missed the suspenseful part, but she really couldn't care less."With an overwhelming majority of 45.26%, you have decided to make Amy a Little lady!"

Amelia looked at him in complete surprise, then looked at the board. Hourglass had only reached the third place and indeed, Little lady was the winner. "What..." She couldn't help but mutter before shaking her head. It wasn't what she was planning, but it was the least unrealistic option except Hourglass, she could accept the fact a talented surgeon could do it. What she couldn't accept however, was loosing her height and muscles. "This is bullshit! There's no way this shit is real!" She exclaimed. And Jack's smile looked a little brighter for it.

"Oh, I can assure you there is a way, dear Amy. I assume you don't like this option? I can understand. Growing concerns was my personal favorite, but we can't..."

"Shut your fucking mouth if you don't want me to break it!" Amelia interrupted as she advanced toward him menacingly. "If you even try to touch my muscle, I'll make you wish you were dead!" It only made Jack smile all the more.

"Dear Amelia, I must remind you that you signed a contract and in..." Jack said before being interrupted once again, this time by a punch in the face, making him fall backward. The audience as well as Chrissi gasped collectively. Violent candidates weren't exactly new, but there hadn't been one in ages as the show became more popular and the consequences became clearer.

"I don't care about your fucking contract!" Amelia screamed menacingly while stepping over him making to stop him from standing up. However, looking around, she saw some security guards coming towards her. Only now did she realize she wasn't in the street. She could end up in prison with this shit... Finally, she cursed and decided the money wasn't worth it. She bolted toward an exit as fast as possible but was blocked by a security guard. While she could probably take him on in a fight, she could see 3 others coming in reinforcement. The situation was bad...

Having nothing left to lose, she ran toward the public this time, hoping to take a hostage, but was sadly interrupted as something big rose up under her, making her lose her balance. The guards didn't wait anymore and restrained her, though to her credit, it took 3 of them to stop her from moving and another to stop her from screaming.

Jack, who had stood back up while the scene happened approached her. He had a bloody nose that was bent at a weird angle, but he was still smiling, maybe even more than before. "I have to say, Amy. I didn't think you would actually hit me. But boy am I glad you did!" The blood was flowing freely on his clothes, but he didn't seem to care. Amelia was very confused now, but she began fearing she had made an enormous mistake. "But first, I would like you, ladies and gentlemen, to give a round of applause to the security staff!" The audience began clapping enthusiastically. "And another round of applause for our stage technicians, who lifted the chamber at a perfect timing!" The audience continued clapping and shouting.

Meanwhile, Amelia only now realised what she had stumbled upon. A large cylinder, decorated in distasteful pink patterns, like everything on this show, had come out of the groud and was now protruding behind her. "And now, for the part you were all waiting for. I think Amy still owes us something." Jack said, and the security guards began leading the struggling Amelia toward the cylinder.

As they reached it, a door began opening, revealing the inside not unlike an elevator... but pink, and with no hesitation, Amelia was thrown inside and the door was shut behind her. "Fuckin..." She cursed as she got up, the guards had been surprisingly gentle with her and she didn't feel any pain except for some bruise. She tried half-heartedly to open the door, but it wouldn't bulge. "Your surgeon better be able to operate without arms because i'm going to fucking break them!" She shouted, and while it was hard to make out from here, she thought she heard laughter outside.

Suddenly, a pink smoke started to fill the room. "Shit!" Amelia swore again. Of course they would anaesthetize her before bringing her to her operation. Why did she think she would work? She was truly and utterly fucked now...

She held her breath for a bit, trying to delay her fate as much as possible. However, something weird happened. She began feeling weird sensations on her body before she even breathed in once... And her clothes began to feel roomier.

"The fuck?" Amelia couldn't help but shout in shock. Finally breathing in the smoke, but it didn't seem to do anything more than what it was already doing. Her body continued to get smaller and smaller. She felt her strength slowly leaving her and began hitting the door as hard as possible. Each hit weaker than the next, each time getting a little more tired by the exercise, and each time a hit lower and lower on the door. Finally, she began panting, her muscle reduced to the size of a childs, and her stamina depleted. "I'll fucking kill you!" She shouted between ragged breathes. Even her voice seemed higher.

Finally, the feeling stopped, leaving her in her new diminutive form. Her pants and boyshorts had fallen at her ankles during her changes but she had failed to notice it in her urge to get out, but her tanktop were now long enough (or rather she was now small enough) to reach just above her knee. They were also very loose, leaving a lot of room everywhere except in one area. Compared to everything else, her butt and breasts looked like they had grown. Not to **** proportion, but they were definitely more noticeable than they were before.

Another side effect was her skin. No more had she the rugged and scarred skin of a fighter. She now had an unblemished soft skin. It was also very pale, like she had never been in the sun in her life. Even her face had changed, becoming softer, it still looked like her, but a version of her that had never known any hardship in her life.

Amelia shook her head. The door would soon open, she couldn't stay examining her body like a dumbass. She put back on her pants and underwear, though she now had to keep them from falling with her hands, and prepared to fight to the bitter end. There was no way she would continue participating in this twisted game, even if she had to end up in prison...

However, the door didn't open, and the pink gas began filling the room once again. "Fucking shit! What now?!" She complained to no one. However, she didn't feel anything weird this time... Well weirder than being the size of a child. Instead, a pink collar appeared on her neck. Looking in the mirror on a wall, she could make out the word BIMBO in glittery letters. She tried to remove it but couldn't find a way to open it, and she wasn't nearly strong enough anymore to tear it apart. "You think this is funny?" She shouted in frustration, just as the door opened.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do" said Jack, punctuated by the audience laughter. Blinded by anger, Amelia started rushing towards him... Only to trip on her own pants, making the audience laugh all the more.

"You..." She said with venom in her voice. Leaving her pants behind, she rushed toward him again and hit him lightly on his belly, all that was left of her strength lost as she was gasping for breath. Only now did Amelia really realize what her situation was. While she was towering over Jack before her transformation, she only seemed to reach his chest now. She also noticed that his nose seemed completely restored, without a trace of her aggression left, even the blood on his clothes had disappeared.

"How did you... ?" She asked as she began backing away but was interrupted when Jack grabbed her wrist. He didn't put much strength into it, but Amelia found herself unable to break free. Her struggle only making her look more like a fool.

"As you can see, Amy has been reduced in size to 4ft10, as well as given the strangth of a preteen. There has also been some other minor changes to make her more "ladylike". So, ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome little Amy, the pantless!" Jack said, making Amelia realise she still wasn't wearing pants. She looked around for them but couldn't find anything.

"What did you fuckers do with my pants ?!" Amelia asked threateningly, but it only made the audience laugh this time.

"You poor little thing." Jack said mockingly. "There is no way you would ever fit in these anymore. So we removed them to avoid anyone tripping on them." The audience laughed again.

"You better give them back to me immediately, or..."

"Or what?" Jack interrupted her teasingly. "Are you going to tickle me with those little fists of yours?" She bit his hand. "Ow!" He shouted, finally releasing her of his grip. "You really are a feisty one! I like that!"

"You're sick!" Amy replied, making some distance. While she would never admit it, even to herself, she was really starting to feel scared.

"Alright, enough banter." Jack finally said after making sure Amelia hadn't broken his skin. "Let's get back to the game!" This elicited a shout of approval from the audience. "Now before we discuss anything else, you might have noticed something new on little Amy." He said while a screen showed a 3D representation of the "BIMBO" collar. "This collar is the latest technology in bimbofication. It allows us to transform the subject without needing the chamber." The crowd went wild at this announcement while Amy began trying again to remove it, in vain.

"This new piece of technology was supposed to make its appearance next season, but just for little Amy here, we decided to make an exception only today. Meaning you will be able to see Amy's next transformations directly, without needing to look at a screen and without that pesky gas obscuring your vision. And that will allow us to give Amy the change she picked no matter how she struggles, even in the unlikely event that she manages to escape the studio. Sadly, I have to admit that this collar is not complete yet, and there might be some bug. But I'm pretty sure that's a small price to pay, right, Amy?"

Amelia refused to answer. She might be hotheaded but her previous experience had told her nothing good would come from trying to hit the host again while she was that weak, no matter how much she wanted to.

"And now, without anymore delay," Jack continued after seeing he wouldn't get any answer. "We will begin the punishment round!" The audience cheered again, somehow even louder than before, making Amelia really uncomfortable. "As it is the first time in a long while this happened, I think it would be best to remind everyone of what that is."

"If a contestant breaks their contract in any way, they get a punishment round. In this round, you will get to vote for a change in the rules of the game. However, unlike the playing dice box reward, every change will be unconditionally negative for our little bimbo."

"Furthermore, any victim of this infringement, if there is one, will get to make an additional change!" Jack paused dramatically before adding. "Now, I think it's fair to consider myself a victim, right, little Amy?"

Finally, Amelia understood. Jack was happy when she hit him because he knew this would happen. That he would get to have his ****. She gritted her teeth, wanting to break his neck but knowing she could do nothing in this state.

"And as I have already decided on the rule I'll add! I will share it now!" He said before stopping for suspense, making Amy desire de kill him even more. "As we've seen little Amy so **** to leave, I think we should give her a reason to stay more. So instead of 5 boxes to open minimum, and after seeing how much she like money, she now won't be able to leave before opening at least 4 money boxes!" Amy paled, if that was even possible with her new skin) after hearing that. Having never watched the show, she didn't even know she needed to open 5 boxes, but now, she would be stuck here for even longer unless she was extremely lucky... And she was pretty sure the show wouldn't let her be.

"With that out of the way, and as we've already wasted enough time, here are the options you get to change the game!" He said while turning to the screen, where they were all already displayed:

1. Q&A: Amy will have to answer any question Jack or Chrissi ask her honestly, no matter the subject. Meaning she can't just curse and be done with it anymore.

2. More to love: 5 new boxes of random transformations will be added to the game and the boxes content will be reshuffled.

3. Amy be good: In between rounds, The audience will vote on wether Amy has been good this round. If the answer is negative, Amy will get the an additional transformation, even in if she opens a reward case.

4. Chrissi's pet: Poor Chrissi has been pushed to the side by Amy's antics. We can't have that, so Amy will have to do whatever Chrissi tells her to in between round or be given a transformation of her choice (can be anything).

5. Older version: Amy's collar will be downgraded to an older version where there was a lot more bugs, No one can be sure what this will do, but it will certainly be fun.

Amelia looked at the options. New that she knew what the game could do, they were a lot more terrifying. Only Q&A seemed like something she could stomach, though she certainly wouldn't enjoy it. Older version might also work out if luck was in her favor, but there was a lot more chance it wouldn't, considering what game it was...

The other 3 weren't any good, really. More to love would just make her stuck here longer and suffer more transformation, and she didn't trust Chrissi, nor the audience to be reasonable about her. Hell, the audience might vote she had been bad every round just to watch her suffer even more.

Now more than ever, she regretted signing that damn contract without reading it...

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