Round 2

We were one event into Bimbomania, and Chrissie was the only one of us not affected yet. Michael, the young Asian man who was the backstage manager, had given us an hour to get used to our new piercings and bimbified midsections.

I was personally glad of the time. It would take me longer than an hour to get used to walking and moving with wider hips, a swelled rounded ass and a tiny pinched waist, but the hour would help. In particular, I needed to get used to the rings hanging freely from my nipples. Even if I won the whole thing, the rings were permanently attached to my nipples.

As I headed back toward the stage, I paused briefly to see how the event had affected our odds. Apparently a great deal of betting took place as to the final results of the show, and Vegas actively updated the odds after each event. Chrissie had opened as the early favorite at five-to-one odds, with myself and Laura tied at second with seven-to-one odds. Tonya had been last with nine-to-one odds. After the first event, however, Chrissie was now at three-to-one odds, with Laura behind her at five-to-one and Tonya still at seven-to-one. I had dropped to nine-to-one. Apparently the sight of the other three actively working together against me had convinced Vegas that I didn't have a chance.

I wandered toward backstage and noticed Chrissie, Laura and Tonya talking together. It was strange to see, considering that they were rivals once we were all back onstage, but at least they had a healthy attitude about it. With each other, anyway; with me, not so much. But that was to be expected, I supposed.

Chrissie looked at me as I walked by. She let her eyes drop to my bimbified midsection, then up to my newly pierced nipples, even though a loose top covered them. "Well, Erica," she said, "a nice start."

I gave her a flat stare. "Enjoy it, bitch," I said. "You'll look like this soon enough."

Chrissie gave me a smug smile. "Oh, you shouldn't knock it, Erica. It's a good look for you," she said.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the ten-minute bell sounded, so I didn't bother. We gathered backstage once more to change into the outfits for the next event.