How would that be fun?

Moany trotted through the flow of shoppers, clicking atop sexy heels while she looked at her phone and the upcoming round. She poured over her plan multiple times in her head, mostly because her bimbo alter ego was having a hard time remembering it. Every chiseled guy in a fitted pair of jeans and every sale they passed derailed her train of thought faster then she could deep throat a dick. Eventually, Moany got through to herself. The bimbo was a hassle, but was admittedly the reason she bagged her first win. She regretted needing to be hindered by her second personality, but if she could remove as much as possible with the bimbo's help, she had to use every advantage she had. She doubted any other punishments would have useful loopholes. She came to a stop as the app began its next round. All her focus lasered onto the screen in her hands, so she was unaware that she managed to weave her way through, and stop at, the edge of a growing crowd, forming an impromptu stage for a street performer. She had a front row seat, though she wasn't appreciating it at the moment as dazzling gems combined in rows and columns. To her frustration, the bimbo's skillful digits were distracted when the loud, hawking voice of the act before her stole her focus with one simple question.

"Would the pretty blonde in front like to help with my final illusion?" Moany's panicked face gave her affirmation before she fully looked up from the phone. "Wonderful, a round of applause for my gorgeous helper. Now, as I have established, I am William the Wonderous! And what is your name, my dear?" Oh no.

"Haiii! I'm Moany!" Cheered the bubbly blonde as she wrapped her arms around the magician's neck. The crowd was a mix of chuckles and 'oooohs' while the surprised performer happily accepted her tongue. He was blushing slightly when she finally was allowed to pull away, but his smug sneer indicated he was happy with his new assistant.

"Well! That's quite the way to greet someone. I'm sure you'll make a lot of new friends after the show." The men in the audience seemed to agree, as a few voiced their excitement with horny whoops and hollers. Moany blushed at all the eyes on her busty form, but her posture implied she wanted more, and her unrestrained giggles welcomed the compliments. Her legs were planted widely, and a few lucky leerers could see the tell-tale shine of her spilling sex on her thighs. "First rule of being my assistant is," William began with showy flourishes of his hands and cape. His quick fingers easily pulled Moany's phone from her tapping hands. "No phones while you're working." She had returned her focus to the app, as the round hadn't finished, but now she wasn't certain if she had reached the required score to win yet. Her fear at potentially another lost round, or worse a Major Punishment, was disguised by another bout of silly giggles. "I guess the stereotype is true, folks." Joked the performer, indicating Moany's vapid, blonde appearance. Her anger could only manifest as a grouchy stomp and pout, which shook her enhanced chest for the audience.

"Alright, everyone," William ended his improv to the audience and began his scripted act. "The two boxes you see before you may seem ordinary to the untrained eye, but they are in fact teleportation chambers!" There seemed to be quite a few skeptics in the crowd, as the walking wet dream now seemed more like a planted partner than a random choice. "You don't believe? Well, it's a good thing, Moany is here to help me demonstrate, right Moany?"

"Yes!" She happily agreed, her desire to retrieve her phone now on the backburner to her desire to assist, though she tried to focus her bimbo brain. William guided her slowly on her tall heels into the first box, a bit of a snug fit for her curvy figure. Her arms were pinned against the padded walls of the box, forcing a tit thrusting posture that threatens to keep the box from closing completely.

"There now." William grunted finally latching the box shut. Moany's chest flattened into her sternum, lifting her cleavage to nose height while the rest of her world became muffled. She could barely make out the magician's continued monologue. "I know this trick works on the human body, but I haven't quite perfected the clothes bit. And who knows how all that silicone will react." His last joke got quite a chuckle from the crowd, but all Moany could think about was her phone and the slip of paper stuck to the door in front of her.

"When the trap door opens, crawl under the stage into the other box. You'll have 48 seconds of music." These sentences took up enough time for her bimbo brain that the floor gave out before she realized it was going to happen. She could hear loud music blaring around her, as the magician was prancing across the stage in showy fashion. Her hefty tits made the crawling difficult, but she appreciated one of only moments she could move without being **** to look like a pin up while she did it. Her stiff nipples dragged against the cool floor she slithered across, and her geyser pussy left a snail trail of fluid behind her. She reached the opened trap door of the new box, just as the music was finishing. She could hear William start up his big reveal, so she shimmied her way up into the small compartment and waited for the door to open so she could finally get back to the game. Who knows how many rounds and punishments she was receiving at this very moment.

William was slow going through his vamping time waste, so his bleach brained partner could squeeze her knockers through the secret tunnel beneath him. He figured between her trying to read his instructions and squeezing herself into a hole tighter than her tube top, he'd need to riff a little for extra time. Feeling an unfamiliar vibration in his vest pocket, he remembered the glittery, pink phone he confiscated from her. He smiled as he decided a little playful privacy invasion was in order. "Uh oh, ladies and mostly gentlemen, looks like someone is pretty popular." He held the phone high for the cheap seats, and everyone was more than happy to go along. The magician found the phone without any security measure, which made sense for who the owner was. He went to the notification that got his attention, seeing it is for some matching game. He was a little disappointed it wasn't a relative or recent booty call, but the phrasing of the notification perked him up a little.

'Make her the perfect assistant with some real magic.' Invited the notification. "Uh... looks like a jealous former lover is trying to get another chance. Can you blame them, folks?" The crowd laughed and agreed Moany would be worth the effort. William used this front to access the app proper, finding a helpful sprite that looked the spitting image of his bimbo helper. "Sounds like this fella was having a lot of fun with her folks!" He ad libbed, getting the crowd anxious to see the final result of his act. There was a quick blurb explaining how the app could help him on screen: "Change what she's got, then add more." Beneath it was a list of phrases, some obvious like Goldilocks or Inked, others less obvious like Entitled or Old Faithful, but they all seemed applicable to Moany. Well if he was making the perfect assistant, her tattoos should go. Clean skin appealed to more demographics. Experimental taps revealed what each phrase implied, but he liked the sound of the others, deciding to remove the cheerleader outfit option, hoping some better clothing choice might be made available to him, and old faithful, in case a spill causes a hazard on stage. Another list popped up, seemingly bottomless and filled with similar plays on words. He had been told to choose more, and it just so happens the ones near the top would help create the perfect assistant. A 0/6 displayed above the list, implying 6 options needed to be chosen.