A Bunch of Daises

The host of the show could've been announcing the end of all days and Eve would still be ignoring it all. Burning with arousal from the embarrassment, she clamped her mouth shut unwilling to participate in his show of 'I told you so'. The parade of insults and demeaning words sent hot shivers down her spine but she could still clutch onto her dignity and pride to not break down underneath the incredibly hot pressure.

Thinking about the options, she was at least thankful that she was spared from the wild cards. Even if the punishments had more in store than expected, they probably couldn't be anything more **** than another intelligence punishment or something. At the end of it all at-least she kept her brain.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience as we enter our lightning climax of an event. Our sweet little contestant got impatient to her own demise, and as such we have voted on four different categories to transform our bimbo-to-be." Bowing at the audience, Jack turns around and gives a smug grin as he stares Evie up and down. Replying to a middle finger, Jack just shakes his head before starting his speech centers back up.

"Starting off with Harmony, we have another tie tonight! Taking the Weight Off Her Chest will allow our little Evie some relief from any worries that her new H-cup heavy hangers might damage her spine. Any issues regard to her breasts are backed by our Bimbo Or Billionaire guarantee to never happen. And with A **** to Be Reckoned With, Evie with finding former co-workers and other lucky police officers enrolled in her R.I.O. program to enforce justice! Assisted with special Bimbo or Billionaire perks, our officers will flourish in the line of duty."

Low-Key Famous was Evie's hope. Sure everyone accepting her slut wear would be nice and all, but the long-reaching consequences for that would probably make it untenable. Meanwhile, people just looking at her like she was some random harlot on the streets seemed the better of the four. But of course not either, but the two she didn't really care for got selected. Now she'll have to compete for bonuses and talk about the shitty situations with co-workers like it's an actual job. She'll probably have to meet quotas and have evaluations at the end of the month again. Oh, and her old co-workers might become as slutty as her—the absolute horror. Not having back issues at 30 is nice though, if not a light benefit.

"Next we have Face and Hair, as well our Re-roll card. For Valley Fry and French, we wanted to give Evie the option of an accent. She surely can speak as a California gurl, or if she wants to be a bit exotic, she might want to employ her new French accent. I'm sure that will be well used in the bedroom. We also wanted to give Evie a little quirk no matter if she removed it or not, so with the help of you all, Evie will now become a complete and total show-off. Almost every little thing that comes out of those lips of hers will be expressing her assets."

As Jack exposited the information, Evie's lips turned a ruby red as they plumped up into plush pillows. Her make-up turned a smokey flavour as the number of layers rivaled a streetwalker's blush. Cursing to herself, Evie pushes up her breasts. "Oh mon dieu, are mon tittees reahl-lee le on-lee theng i'm good fair?"

"I'm sure there are other parts of your body that are good for you, especially with our last transformation! "She Can't Be Serious", or at-least that's what people will assume looking at our little bimbo. Anytime someone even acts like she knows something or has just a tiny bit of decorum, a trigger will go off in her body to ensure that the person's first impression will quickly change to that of pure condescension. We'll even start the process on this show!"

"Ai am non bimbo" Grumbling, Evie lamented her preferences for Sweet as Sugar and Porno Perfection, her body tingled in a thousand different places. Her bum busted out of her shorts as it jumped in size to a butt rivaling the Kardashians. Her eyes grew a bit cloudy and out of focus as her muscles were reconfigured. Slowly Evie's body began to idly sway as the natural resting stance of her body transitioned into a hip dance. Rolling her eyes, Evie just resigned herself to her fate. Maybe if she acted dumb enough she wouldn't have too many changes like this.

"As you can see folks, Evie's body has even changed her nerves to relax to that exact idle as if she's some sort of mobile app machination. Her assets have increased and will go even further beyond. You can check out the results of this curse in our future wrap up, but for now we shall bid our contestant adieu. Is there anything else our little bimbo would like to say? Because she certainly is no Billionaire."

"OMigawwwdd!!! I don't need a bagillion or whatev's to prove my brains as big as my canyon cups! My, uhm, cockpillows, say, like, super smarty pants things sometimes!" Opening her mouth, Evie jerks at it like she's performing oral.

"Oh, just one more thing before I humor this little bimbo some more. Our producer's last condition is that Evie will be **** to share a house with some of her co-workers, as well **** to work for at least another ten years." Smiling, Jack turned to see Evie's dumbfounded look as he closed out the show. Suddenly the show was able to end a bit quicker as Evie's mouth was left gaped at the conditions.