No. They are not bluffing

The hunky guy standing next to me indicated the rubber pants, and there didn't really seem to be any way out of it. Besides, I was getting a little tired of standing around naked for the whole world to see. I reached over and pulled the rubber pants off their hanger. I slipped my bare feet into the leg holes and slid the pants up my legs, adjusting the dildos so they lined up with my openings. I *really* wished the cameras weren't watching my every move, but there wasn't anything I could do about that.

I wriggled and adjusted, and finally the rubber pants were in place. The waistband reached the smallest point of my waist, while the hem of the legs were halfway between my pelvis and my knees. The elastic rubber hugged my curves and molded itself around my hips and ass. The double penetration left me feeling a bit breathless, and I knew that if the cameras performed a close-up now, they would see that my cheeks were flushed. I shifted slightly, my bare feet jitterbugging slightly as the dildos shifted inside me. My movement was somewhat restricted by the wires running from the rubber pants to the mainframe computer.

A monitor screen at approximately eye level suddenly came to life. On the screen, I saw green lines against a black background, and I realized it was a grid reproduction of a female form. I shifted my hips and the grid outline on the screen performed the same movement, and suddenly it dawned on me that the grid form on the screen was *me*. Indeed, every move I made, the grid form made as well.

Numbers appeared on the screen as the grid form rotated, and it was clear the numbers represented measurements. The grid figure rotated again, looking very science-fictiony, and the numbers began to change. As they changed, the curves on the grid figure became visibly more enhanced. The hips widened slightly as the waist pinched in, and the buttocks swelled as well. This was all visible on the screen, and presumably to the television audience, but my actual body was unaffected.

I nodded to myself. My theory was right. It was simply special effects to entertain the masses.

Biff's voice suddenly boomed. "Alright, our ladies are in position and the measurements have been downloaded. All that is left is to..." Biff paused dramatically, cupping his ear.

"Push the button!" cried the audience.

Biff whirled his hand dramatically and re-cupped his ear. "I can't hear you!" he said.

"PUSH THE BUTTON!" screamed the audience.

"Are you saying I should push this big pink button right here?" asked Biff, as he stood at a console that had a huge bright pink button on its surface.

"PUSH THE BUTTON!" they screamed once more.

"Your wish," said Biff, "is my command!" And with that, he flipped open the clear hinged cover and pressed the huge pink button.

I gasped as the rubber pants hugging my hips and ass began to thrum. It felt like a current of electricity was passing through the tight shorts, and I realized I was unable to bend my knees or even move my legs voluntarily. Then the dildos filling my pussy and ass began to pulse, and I could feel my pussy and ass gripping those dildos tighter and tighter. My nipples hardened and I could feel my hips bucking helplessly, then horrible sensations of pressure and helpless sensory manipulations. I felt breathless, though not painful; more uncomfortable than anything else, like pins and needles in a foot and not being able to do anything about it. This continued for two or three minutes, and then the current abruptly stopped.