Yeth, I get the lithp

"Alright. I accept the deal," I said.

"Mister Big...Erica has accepted the deal!"

Stupid game show.

"Back so soon, babe?" said Roadkill, the only tech I didn't want to do something really bad to.

I plopped down at his workstation, obviously not happy. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back. Just do whatever you have to do. Grrrrrrrr."

I had already gotten the extra cup size, and I really doubted I could feel any more bimboey. My hugely swelled boobs were pressed together and barely contained in a spandex top. Roadkill just chuckled, however.

"Aw, don't worry about it," said Roadkill. "Hell, Venessa Montagne is a GG, and she doesn't have any problems with them."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I grumbled, "but she makes her living off them."

Roadkill chuckled. "True. Now, I'm putting this helmet on you, as well as attaching wires to you at various important places. There's a lot of settings on here, and they're all important, so don't touch anything. This is going to mute your sex drive and random orgasms, and it's also going to give you a lisp. That's a lot for one session, so don't move, okay?"

I started to nod, then changed my mind and spoke instead. "Yes, I've got it."

"Good," said Roadkill, "then let's get started."

Soon I was wired up and ready to go. "Alright," said Roadkill, "here it comes." A moment later, I felt the helmet getting very warm, so I remained absolutely still.

After a minute or so, Roadkill checked his readings and was apparently satisfied. He turned off the machine and removed the helmet and wires.

"There you go," he said. "That should keep you from humping anybody's leg for a little while, anyway."

"Vewy twue," I said. Then I froze and blinked incredulously. "Vewy twue?!?"

Roadkill chuckled. "Hey, the lisp is adorable on you, darlin'."

I stamped my foot in frustration. "It ith not!"

Dammit. I wasn't going to win this argument.