Three weeks later

Jack grinned as he walked on stage for the first time in three weeks. Though to him it felt like it had been months. So much had happened since then. So many long nights talking with the producers, advertisers, and staff.

The game with Ali hadn't come back on line before the shows time slot had ended. The network was **** to play re-runs while Jack and others assessed the impact. For a brief moment Jack was worried that he was about to be fired, but nothing could be farther from the case.

The Ali incident has gone viral on social media, bringing more positive attention to the show than any other moment in years. Woman all over were sharing videos of Ali, crushing on her, declaring her their queen. Clips uploaded online where hitting tens of millions, and then hundreds, in mere days. The fact that girls all over knew they were only into her because some magic tv show didn't matter to them. Ali was just too perfect.

This of course hadn't been the first time Bimbo or Billionaire had reality shaping, but it had been a long time since they got this much press about it. More importantly, for the first time a large female following of the show was forming, whom had previously been less interested in the show.

The producers couldn't just let such a marketing opportunity pass up. So they made a decision...

The curtains rose, making Jack snap out of his reminiscing. He walked out to a cheering audience as the theme song played.

“Yes folks it’s time to answer the question that is on all of our minds... Is she a... Bimbo or Billionaire!” The crowd roared in response as he made a dramatic gesture towards the board. "In each case, we either have a reward or a transformation in store for our contestants, and they'll pick their cases one at a time. One will even be worth one billion. Of course it's not all rewards. There's plenty of risk here as well, in the form of our House Transformations."

Jack listed off all the categories and money increments, before saying "My name is Jack, and I'm your host."

A drumbroll suddenly started as the lights dimmed. A spotlight shined on a curtain at the back of the stage. "And joining me... for the first time as a part of her new job.. the author of this story and now permanent character... the lovely ALI!"

The crowd went wild as the 19 year old, slutty schoolgirl walked onto the stage. The staff had installed a calming effect on the audience to prevent a riot like last time, but the joy of seeing the dream girl of women everywhere was still practically deafening. Ali, blushing at all the female affection, lifter her skirt and shook her thong clad ass for the adoring fans.

"Ali has volunteered to be our new assistant. And her permeant young age means she'll probably be working here longer than I do."

"That's right. I volunteered, and am super happy about it" Ali said, grinning like an idiot as she pressed her sensitive boobs together enough to almost cum right there. In actuallity, Ali had not agreed to do this on her own free will, and had been furious when it had been suggested to her. But then a producer told her that she actually did want to, which she believed without a moments hesitation.

And just like that, Ali signed herself to a lifetime contract as the new assistant of the show. Her entire life would now be nothing but millions of girls fetish, designed to boost ratings.

Jack continued "and for those of you who miss Chrissi, don't you fret. She's agreed to be an assistant to the lovely host Leah on Harem Hotel. New episodes tonight after our show."

A quick promo image of Harem Hotel appeared on screen. Meanwhile, Ali skipped over to her position at the board, making sure to shake and jiggle her stuff as she did so. The usual numbers on the cases had been replaced with simple shapes and colors, to make up for the fact that Ali couldn't read.

"And now for our contestant. We've been getting way more applications these past few weeks, no doubt from girls excited to meet the famous Ali herself. So without further ado, lets give a big greeting too..."