Isn't That Just Insulting!

Adjusting her tube top, Jennifer mulled over the options. Two of them seemed pretty specific, which would supposedly make the likelihood of them actually ever happening next to zero. Either the "creative team" wasn't thinking properly while writing the summary, or there was a catch to them. Probably something like how **** those changes are or that everyone suddenly becomes blessed with the knowledge of those triggers. Feeling how much of an ass Jack was, it was probably both. For the other two, it was really just a choice between having a focus on stupidity or a general spread of attribute changes.

For her sake, the one with pranking would be the best option. Even if it happened outside of the courtroom, she'd never have to worry about any of

the men there pulling any stunts. Maybe the civilians and defendant, but she trusted that everyone that was supposed to be there would have a decorum to not make childish pranks. And so long as the officers wouldn't debase themselves she'd be safe... Certainly. Could she call it denial that she fully believed she could come back from whatever the hell was going on and keep marching into a steady future? Who at court would take her seriously with her boulder boobies? And somebody surely would figure out why her hair shifts colors. How could she ever win a case when the defense will literally be able to know how she thinks about everything? Losing both her friends and occupation? There was no way she could let go of what remained. So Jennifer braced herself for the announcement; her hair turning into bows of yellow and black like construction tape. By the end of this, she’d find a way to win.

Looking at the scoreboard, Jack pretended to marvel at the results. "As the audience determined, Jennifer will be defined by a collection of labels! ‘Isn’t that just insulting’ wins at a mighty 72%, absolutely incredible!"

Jennifer zoned out as the collar wired up her brain. Unlike the tingly feelings she’s experienced with the other two mental effects, it was way more invasive this time around. The best thing she could compare it to when your brain is multitasking too much. Everything felt jumbled and disorienting for a couple of moments before sliding back into place. And of course, the all-knowing host knew how to capitalize. “So for our live audience and our contestant, you might’ve not fully grasped the effect from our descriptions. Jennifer here now has more than two dozen words that trigger a change. Some stack on top of each other, while others are pretty specific. Say, calling Jen a valley girl will give her the voice. We’ll make sure to pass out pamphlets to friends, family, and others that’ll have each trigger laid out, but for now, let's hear our contestant’s opinion of this change!”

Snapping back, Jennifer’s bazoongas bounced as she shook her black hair left and right. Pieces of his monologue bounced in her head aimlessly but she got the gist from the description anyway. However, she didn’t notice that her response was going to be so high-pitched and whiny. “Like, it’s the digital age? Few people are that con-front-national irlllll… anymore. Ess-spesh-ally um, in like, my job or whatever?”

As the audience laughed, Jennifer’s hair turned neon pink as her hairpin made XO. Hands over her mouth, she gave Jack her hardest glare as she waited for him to move on. Jack, of course, let the audience take it in with his signature smugness. As everyone calmed down, he replied. “You’re like, totally right… Except this is Bimbo or Billionaire. We can make it so people speak their mind to you a bit more often, even if it’s slightly exaggerated. Anyway, it counts for ALL insults you receive, not just voice. For our curious audience, the triggers last for 48 hours. There is a word to reset Jennifer’s triggers, but she’ll never remember it.”

Two days. Just for seeing a rude tweet, she could be spending her trials talking like the biggest ditz on planet Earth. Scratch being a politician, how could she even live in any profession that requires the slightest smidgen of decorum? How can she explain that an off comment about her turned her into a walking talking slut? It hit Jennifer that for all of her worrying it wasn’t just something she could power through anymore. But for some reason, she wasn’t breaking down into tears. As if blocked from **** depression, her emotions kept her hair a soft blue as she worried. When someone’s dream shatters before their eyes, there shouldn’t be only these surface-level emotions. And despite thinking that way, Jennifer took a couple of deep breaths before composing herself back to a neutral black bun. By the next break, she’ll figure out something.

“It seems our contestant is already over her embarrassment! How exciting! Is Jen finally ready to continue?”

“Totes. Umm, like, remove this silly speak though?” She sounded like a ditzy high schooler.

Waving his hand, Jack shook his head like a disapproving father. “Not until the break honey. Demonstrations are important. Now pick a case.”

“Ugh, Whateves!” Jennifer felt petulant, but she was in the right! Crossing her arms, her hair turned a fierce red as she picked. “Just give me… uhm, Case 19?”

Opening the case, Chrissi cheered as an entire watermelon fell out of the case.

“Are you, like, Fer reals?!” Jennifer didn’t need a law degree to figure out what that symbolized. Thrusting her jiggling jugs forward, her hands tweaked her nipples as she shouted “OMiGAWD!! Just, like, How can you make my monster melons any bigger?!”

As the audience laughed in her face, Jennifer hoped that was due to her stupid act and not actually because they could make her coconuts into comets.

“With one video we can make it so your melons are as big as the planet beneath our feet.” Proudly, Jack winked to the tech team. “Because of that, these options won’t be focused on size, but features. Let’s see our options!”

Boinging Bouncing: Any movement of Jennifer’s tits will become exaggerated with cartoonish sound effects. Comical wobbles and boings will announce to everyone each bounce her boobies make.

Jiggle Speak: Rewriting her nerves, Jennifer will find her speech permanently dependent on whether or not her boobies are bouncing. To assist her, anime-like physics will be applied to her titties to make them wiggle and jiggle; ignoring any restraint.

Ill-Gotten Gains: Jennifer’s breasts will look anything but natural. Bolted on, unnaturally perky, stiff silicon tits with diamond nipples that pierce through shirts. Nobody will ever mistake those knockers for real, no matter what size. Yet she’ll become angry whenever they call her out.

Free For All: No charge necessary to touch Jennifer’s juggs! Her breasts are free to touch, grope and fondle without any consequence from the owner. Anytime, anywhere, and she’ll even get extra sensitive sweater puppies as compensation. Make sure to tip with orgasms!

Notes: I have a couple of ideas for changes using the triggers but I'm mostly saving them for later. For now here are some ideas. Feel free to suggest your own!

Valley Girl: Makes Jennifer talk like a stereotypical valley girl; high voice and everything.

Cow/Udders/Milkers
Stack 1: Causes Jen's breasts to lactate.
Stack 2: Inserts moos into her speech

Bimbo/Stupid/Dumb/Moron/Etc
Stack 1: Reduces her general intelligence and advanced knowledge.
Stack 2: Lowers attention span and increases focus on boys, fashion, and gossip.
Stack 3: Reduces general intelligence and reduces her math ability to elementary levels. Inflicts minor Valley Girl speech.
Stack 4: Gives Jen an infatuation for all things pink and shiny. Induces **** gullibility. Makes her forget silly things.
Stack 5: Deletes her capacity to budget. Frequently disrupts train of thought. Makes everything sound hilarious.
Stack 6: Impairs her thought processing by one second. Inflicts Valley Girl Speech.

Stack 7: Lowers inhibitions and reduces intelligence. Stacks below this do the same until she fully becomes a stereotypical bimbo.

Slut/Whore/Harlot/Etc: Alternates between increasing her libido and sensitivity, and making her act more flirtatious.