AliC's Captions

That's very sweet! It's good to know what I write is appreciated. That being said, I didn't really retire or anything; I just gave up captions to focus on my longer form fiction. Really that's most of what I wrote in the first place. I dabbled in captions, but they weren't really all that satisfying to me. If you want to check out more of my work, you can find it in the two links below. And a lot of it is still getting updated regularly: https://addventure.bearchive.com/~addventure/game1/index/AliC_index.html

Apparently my silly porn story about a transformation and mind control harem reality show made people feel feelings. As an amateur fetish writer, that makes me so happy. It 100% won’t affect anyone who hasn’t read the thing (which in fairness to anyone who hasn’t, is rapidly becoming novel length) but I’m proud of it and I’m gonna share it.

On the topic of stories I write, this is one I’m particularly proud of. It’s a slow burn, and it’s ongoing, but I like the characters I’ve made for it and the crazy situation I’ve thrown them into.

So I get asked sometimes if I intend to finish the Bimbo or Billionaire captions I started for myself and my answer is ‘no’. It’s tricky because I didn’t think that series was going in a terribly interesting direction, and unlike the usual format where I do that kind of thing (interactive CYOA fiction) I couldn’t just split off and follow my own whims on it.

Part 1

“Just a half ounce of cream, okay.” Erin demanded.

The barista, a pretty blonde girl who couldn’t have been more than 19, scowled, but fulfilled the long list of Erin’s requests with remarkable precision.

In truth, she didn’t want to give the order anymore than the barista had wanted to fill it.

“Okay,” The Barista said, placing the cup before her. “I’ve got a venti 9 shot, 1 pump mocha, nonfat, no whip with half an ounce of cream and exactly 5 shakes of cinnamon.”

Erin grimace.

“I said three shakes,” She corrected apologetically.

Finally, the girl’s patience cracked.

“Oh my god, who would even notice?”

“Corine Hahn would,” Erin muttered.”Thank you, though.”

She sighed and took the drink, leaving a sizable tip for the poor girl before returning to her car in the lot.

It had been a ridiculous order, it just hadn’t been for her. Her boss, Corrine Hahn, was one of the senior partners of a large advertising firm in the city’s downtown. She was beautiful, a creative visionary, gregarious, charming…and an absolute nightmare to work for.

She returned to the car and climbed in. Amber, Corrine’s sharp faced, middle aged secretary, was waiting there for her.

“And you got it right this time?” She asked.

Erin nodded.

“Close enough anyway.”

Amber shook her head.

“Close enough isn’t good enough,” She said, “Seriously girl, when are you going to learn?”

“Look, this is so fucking stupid,” Erin vented. “You’re his secretary, not me! I’m a copy writer! And a damn good one!”

It was insensitive, she knew, to belittle what would normally be Amber’s responsibilities, but the woman took it in stride.

“You know why she’s making you do this. You pissed her off.”

Erin sighed. She had done that. She’d contradicted her in front of not only a client, but two of the partners as well. She couldn’t be fired outright for it; she was too useful for that. But she could be exiled to basement accounts if he didn’t accept this humiliating fetch work.

“Can’t believe I went to Cornell for this shit,” She grumbled.

Amber patted her on the thigh.

“We’ve all been there, honey,” She said. “She’s not any less a nightmare for me. I’ve just learned to manage her.”

“I guess…I just hate the way she bullies people. Just the thought of coming into work makes me sick anymore.”

It was the closest Erin had ever come to admitting how much she hated her job. Amber gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Give it a taste and let me know if it’s alright. If it isn’t, I’ll go back in and get it fixed for you.” “Thank you,” Erin said with a sigh of relief.

She opened the coffee lid and took a drink. Immediately, an electric feeling overtook her; a tingle that ran through her whole body.

“Something’s…in the drink…” Was all she could manage before the changes began to kick in.

She let out a moan through plumping lips. Her hair darkened, taking on a richer, more luxurious texture as it piled into a loose ponytail that, if unbound, would probably fall to her waist. Her legs lengthened, adding a few inches to her height, and she rose in the seat as her hips widened and ass expanded. Her chest heaved, swelling as if it were being filled from within until her breasts were nearly as big as her head. They were clearly fake, as were her overstuffed lips, and sat above a cartoonishly waspish waist.

Her outfit followed her body. The fashionable cardigan she wore shrunk against her chest, revealing her tummy and a deep valley of her new cleavage. Sensible business pumps turned into high heels, and her skirt shrank into a tartan number that left most of her legs exposed.

But the biggest change was in her mind, which simplified as her intelligence took a steep dive. She moaned, bringing her thighs together as her sex drive went into overdrive. What she didn’t (and couldn’t) know was that her side effect had been one Gary had cooked up called “bimbo max”; an extreme version of the regular side effects that also imparted a certain artificiality onto its victim.

“Ohmygod!” Amber cried as she watched Erin’s changes, “Are you okay?”

Erin giggled. Okay? She was awesome! She had no idea what had just happened, but she felt floaty, horny and pleasant. Hadn’t she been all freaked out about something a minute ago? She couldn’t remember and didn’t care. She didn’t think she could ever be stressed out again!

“Yeeaaah!” She said, preening in the car’s rear view mirror, then pouted a bit “I’m like, reeeaally horny though…”

“Yeah but you…I mean, people don’t just…” Amber stammered. “Look at yourself!”

Erin hefted up her breasts with a giggle.

“Right?! Like, I’m so hot!” She said, “I bet Miss Hahn would love this.”

Amber paused at that, eyes widening slightly. Then, a slow grin spread over her face.

“You think that did it? The coffee?” She asked.

Erin thought about it, as much as she still could anyway.

“Yuh huh!” She finally agreed.

“Are you sure you wanna see this?” Rebecca asked her friend for the third or fourth time. “It’s kinda freaky.”

“Definitely! I’m not sure I believe you, but it sounds fun,” Danielle said.

Rebecca nodded and opened the stopper on the little vial before pouring it into the glass of wine. Danielle looked up at it from the hot tub, face scrunched.

“That’s all it takes?” she asked, barely hiding her skepticism.

Rebecca nodded.

“The machines are self-replicating,” she explained. “Once they get into a liquid, they can just keep making more of themselves. You’d have to ask Gary how it works.”

She still wasn’t sure her friend wasn’t pulling her leg. Rebecca and her husband were something of a power couple at the biotech company they all worked for, she being a top sales manager and he one of the lead developers for the robotics division. Not only were they two of the company’s top players, but rumors of their fun lifestyle abounded around the office water coolers.

Yet, in the two years since Danielle (who worked in distribution) had befriended them, she’d seen them as nothing more than an unusually wealthy, especially private couple whose oddest feature was simply being childless into their mid 40s. She’d pretty much dismissed the gossip about them altogether, when she’d mentioned it in passing at their wine and spa night; a last romp in the hot tub before Gary drained it for the winter. They’d tallied off about ¾ of a bottle of cab sauv and were both starting to feel a little tipsy.

“Oh, Gary and I have fun, alright,” Rebecca had replied with a sly smile.

“Well? C’mon now, you can’t just leave it at that,” Danielle had said with a giggle. “Give me details!”

Rebecca had flushed a little.

“I really shouldn’t. It involves some company stuff we ‘repurposed’ for ourselves.”

That got her really intrigued. Dr. Gary Towns’ ability to work miracles with his nano-tech was the stuff of legends, but it was all medical tech. What were they doing with it?

Still, staring at the glass now, she wondered if this was being set up.

“So, how does it work?” she asked as a stall.

“It’s his private formula he programmed up just for me. I told him what I wanted, and he made it.” Rebecca said, “It enhances my curves, youthens the body, raises my sex drive and shuts down my intellect. It even affects my clothes through the skin.”

Now Danielle felt even more skeptical.

“That sounds… pretty incredible. But why would you want to make yourself stupid anyway? You’re one of the smartest women I know?”

Rebecca shrugged.

“Because it’s fun to turn your brain off for a while,” she said. “The real fun is how random it is. Gary programmed these things to randomize the attributes a bit and add some kinky random side effects.”

“Like what?”

“Y’know. Nudism, a Daddy kink, extra intense versions of the regular effects, some extra changes. All kinds of stuff,” Rebecca said before dropping her voice to a whisper. “We worked on the list together. About 150 strong!”

Danielle shook her head.

“I am SO calling bullshit on this,” she finally said.

Rebecca gave her a shrug that seemed to say “suit yourself”, then tipped back the glass and took a long swallow. She placed it on the edge of the hot tub, and stood above Danielle as… nothing happened. After a moment of tense anticipation, Danielle broke out into giggles.

“Okay, okay. You almost had me there for se-”

She trailed off as she saw the expression in Rebecca’s eyes, which had grown distant. Then Danielle gasped. Because Rebecca WAS changing. Her graying hair turned a vibrant, uniform auburn, her skin tightening as any flaws and blemishes melted away. In moments, she looked about 15 years younger. Her cheekbones rose, giving her face a sharp beauty, and her keeps puffed out to a bee sting. Her breasts swelled, though the real growth was in her posterior, which grew out into a curvy bubble butt, her thighs gaining an attractive, shapely thickness. It was all revealed by her bathing suit, which shrank into a pink thong, the modest t-shirt she was wearing becoming a tight, translucent strappy top that clung to breasts unsupported by the bathing suit top she’d been wearing a moment again.

Danielle gaped in astonishment as the new woman giggled. It was clear that the wit and sharpness behind her eyes had dulled considerably.

“See! I like, told ya it worked!” Rebecca said, cupping her breasts showily.

Danielle was almost too stunned for words.

“I… what? Rebecca, that’s insane!”

Rebecca gave a theatrical sigh.

“Ugh, that sounds sooo laame. Call me Becki!” she said, then pointed at the glass. “You wanna try?”

Danielle thought about it for a moment, then shook her head.

“Uhm, no. I’m alright,” she said. Awed as she was, she was a little too nervous to try it herself.

Becki pouted at that, “Fiiiine! But it feels super good! I think I got the Butt Slut side thingy!”

She stuck out her tush and gave it a little wiggle to show it off.

“I can see that,” Danielle marveled, “How do you change back?”

“Oh, he gives me this thingy that-” Becki started to say.

But, in turning to face her, Becki’s foot clipped the wine glass and sent it tumbling into the hot tub.

“Oopsies!” she giggled.

Danielle lunged for it instinctively, groping for it beneath the water. Her hand closed around it just before it would have hit the hot tub’s stone floor.

“It’s okay! I go-” she started to say, then hesitated.

Suddenly, a weird tingling sensation covered her whole body, climbing up through her arms. Her whole body felt like it was trying to crawl inside out. Like Becki had, Danielle got younger; her skin growing so smooth and perfect that it almost didn’t seem real. Her hair exploded in length, lightening from a honey blonde to a silvery platinum as it grew from shoulder length to cling to her ass in a wet curtain. That ass was suddenly a lot larger, and cradled in a tight, hot pink thong. Her breasts swelled and swelled until they were barely contained by her shrunken top. Her face shifted, lips puffing out into pillowy ones that she found, to her alarm, she could no longer close.

A fog descended in her brain then, all her thought processes slowing to a crawl as her intelligence decreased dramatically. What replaced it was a light, giddy feeling. She felt amazing; better than she had in years. She played with her big new titties, feeling suddenly and uncontrollably horny.

“Oh my goood!” Becki squealed, lowering herself onto the side of the tub to join her. “You look sooo hot!”

Dani wanted to respond, but found she couldn’t say a word. Her face was frozen too, her limbs stiff and ungainly. That should have freaked her out, but it felt right, somehow. More than anything, she wanted Becki to play with her.

“So? Like, how’s it feel?” Becki asked.

She couldn’t respond. Not with her words, anyway. Instead, she let out a soft moan, then leaned in to give Becki a kiss. Their breasts pressed together as she took the hint, pulling Dani in close. The two stayed like that for a moment, Becki sitting by the pool as Dani stood in it, their lips locked as their hands explored their transformed bodies.

“Hey girls,” a friendly voice called. “You two having fun out he-”

Their lips parted as they turned toward the intruder. It was Gary, coming out to check on them. But his mouth dropped as soon as he’d seen the pair.

“What happened to you two?” he asked quickly, “Is everything okay?”

“We’re like, great babes!” Becki said. “I told Becki about our secret thingy, and we like, tried it out and stuff!”

He seemed to calm down a bit.

“You agreed to it and everything?” he asked Dani.

Dani nodded. Gosh, he was cute. He had like, a super hot bod for his age. She felt a heat rising inside her. She wanted him to play with her, too.

“Yep!” Becki agreed, “she was like, super cur…like, y’know she wanted to see it and stuff. Isn’t she hot?”

She groped one of Dani’s boobs, eliciting a giggle. Then Becki frowned.

“She’s not like, talking though. Did I break her?”

Gary shook his head.

“No babe. She just got the Doll side effect. Remember that one?”

“Ohmygod, I am like, soooo dumb!” Becki chided herself. “I was like, always wantin’ to see that one!”

He looked Dani over in a way that made her feel horny all over again.

“Yeah… so had I,” he agreed. “You two wanna come inside? I’d like to get my hands on that new body of yours.”

He was talking to Becki, of course. That made Dani feel jealous. She’d be fun too. Why didn’t he want to play with her?

Becki put an arm around her waist and hauled her in close.

“Can we like, bring Dani too? She’s really cute like this!”

Gary looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Well… only if she’s okay with it. I doubt she knew what she was signing up for.”

Dani nodded vigorously. Her expression never changed (in fact, couldn’t change), but her eyes reflected her pleading. Becki giggled and helped her out of the contaminated hot tub and inside. 

Dani got her wish, as it turned out. The couple did play with her that night, and on into Saturday and Sunday morning, too. When Gary finally administered the antidote that shut the machines in them down that afternoon, and Danielle finally came back to her senses, she was a little embarrassed. But far from feeling violated, she found she only wanted more. And she decided that she would try to become a regular at the Towns’ house.

The real trouble started that evening, when Gary drained his hot tub for the winter… right into the city water supply.

Ali watched in anticipation as the votes came in. At first, the results were terrifying, with Belated Birthday jumping out to a big lead. But it was quickly overtaken by Club Crawler, which gained a lead that became insurmountable.

It was a relief, but only a small one. Though she certainly didn’t relish the prospect of dressing like a club slut for the rest of her life, it certainly beat some of the alternatives. Then again, a part of her (that secret, kinky and submissive side that was into all this) was vaguely disappointed that the crowd hadn’t been harder on her. Much as the idea of spending her life in bikinis mortified her, it sent a shiver of arousal up her spine as well.

“I think we have our winner now, don’t you?” Leah said.

Ali’s clothes began to shimmer around her body, her top and shorts merging as they shrink wrapped against her body before turning a bright pink. The fabric turned shiny as it slid up her legs, stopping until it was only an inch or two below her ass. The dress’ new neckline swooped low, exposing the enhanced cleavage that had been her sole reward so far. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, feeling ridiculous for being dressed and made up this nicely when she was only sitting around her bedroom.

“You’ll be dressing like that from now on. Skirts exclusively. If not tiny little dresses, than tiny little skirts. I doubt you’ll ever squeeze into anything shorter than that.” Leah explained, “You’ll also find that everything you wear from now on will be very tight and clearly designed to draw attention. You can still wear lingerie, bathing suits and the like. You can dress down, in other words. But you won’t be dressing anymore casually or formally than that.”

Ali could hear the smirk in her voice.

“You’re really enjoy this aren’t yoooo-oooh!”

She was thrown off balance, her voice rising in pitch as she was tilted forward and lifted off the ground. It took a moment’s stumbling to realize why. High heels had appeared on her feet; stilettos that would never be practical, not in the least because they put her on eye level with most NFL players.

“Let me guess.” She said, lifting a foot as she twisted around to examine them, “These are permanent too?”

“Well, you’ll certainly don’t have to wear heels all the time.” Leah smirked, “But you will if you want to wear shoes.”

“Fabulous.” Ali groaned, taking a seat.

“Your next case, love?” Leah prompted in that annoyingly cheerful way that made Ali want to hit her.

“Uhm...10 please.” She said, fidgeting with her skirt.

It was another pink tile.

“And it looks like you’re moving onto a body type change. And this round will go a little bit differently, because we’ll be selected two of the following options.”

They appeared on the board, one by one, with Leah rattling off descriptions of each. This time, there were 8 in total.

1. Tiny Dancer - “Ali won’t be a tall woman if this option is selected. This should drop her height by nearly a foot.” 2. The Great Curve - “This one will make her a bit thicker all around. Not fat, just thick.” 3. Fat Bottom Girls - “I’m certain you can hazard a guess what this one does.” 4. Forever Young - “Not only will be we shaving about 10 years off of our contestant, but they’ll stay off forever!” 5. Burnin Up - “Ali’s body will be hot to the touch; sexually sensitive to even the slightest brush. 6. East Bound - “This one’s a race change. She’ll become Asian.” 7.  Bonita - “And this will make her Latin.” 8. Drawn That Way - “A bit of an odd one. Ali will appear animated if this option wins. Quite a way to stick out in a crowd.”

Ali gulped. Most of these weren’t too bad, but all of them would be life changing. All she could do was wait for the votes to come in.

“Welcome back, everyone.” Leah cooed as the cameras returned focus to her, “While we were on break, we collected your votes and we have a winner. Well....more accurately, we have tie!”

The screen revealed two winning vote getters: Painted On, and More Fun. Well, Ali thought, they certainly could have done worse.

“So how does this work exac-” She began to ask before she found out for herself. A tingling sensation spread over her face and lips, and she rushed over to a mirror to see what was happening to her. What she found was a beautifully made up face with dark lipstick, eyeshadow and blush, framed by flowing blonde hair that had replaced her light brown. Experimentally, she ran a finger across her lips only to find that none of it smudged. Her overall face had changed too. She was prettier now, and she had a feeling that “More Fun” had changed more than her hair color; that it had made her not just blonde, but everyone’s idea of a hot blonde.

“Ali, darling.” Leah called from the setup in Ali’s bedroom, “You want to come back to the game now.”

“Uh...yeah. Sure.” Ali said, returning to it sit before the camera, “I’ll take box number....2.”

The tile on the screen flipped over revealing a gold tile with a treasure chest symbol on it.

“Well, isn’t this your lucky day.” Leah said, “You start off with an easy change, and now you’re already getting one of your rewards.” She smirked, “You see, Ali here has a bad case of breast envy. Isn’t that right?”

Ali’s sudden crimson blush was answer enough.

“She grew up with with a busty mother and a busty little sister, but she just ended up tall and flat.” Leah continued, “I guess she was feeling a little left out, because a nice shapely pair was one of the rewards she asked for.”

Ali’s eyes went wide and she rushed back to the mirror. There was a tense, thought not at all unpleasant, pressure building up in her chest.

“Oh shit oh shit oh shit.” She said, tearing off her shirt to reveal the rapidly overflowing bra beneath. But she breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed to grow right along with them rather than exploded. When they stopped, she had a perfectly shaped, perfectly sized and perfectly attractive pair.

“This. Is. Awesome!” Ali said, leaping into a fist pump only to be thrown off balance when she landed and the weight of her new chest nearly tipped her over.

“Okay, well...it’ll take some getting used to but this game rules!”

“That box will also net you a cool $1,000.” Leah said,  “Are you ready for your next selection?”

Ali sat down and looked over the screen. 2 down. Three more before she had her first chance to exit the game. So far, she was doing alright.

“Okay. I’ll take space number 13!” She said, “Let’s just get that unlucky one out of the way.”

It flipped over revealing a pink square baring the symbol of a coat hanger.

“Oooh, bad luck indeed, love.” Leah said with a smirk, “That’s going to be a clothing change. Let’s see what options we’ve come up with for you. And remember: our reality warping technology insures that our contestants’ will be safe from the weather and society no matter what they get stuck wearing. So don’t go soft on them for fear they won’t be comfortable or accepted.”

She began to read them.

“Option 1. Pinup Princess. Your clothing choices will now be limited to sexualized 50s fashion. Whether it’s flowery dresses, nude aprons or lingerie for those more intimate moments, you will henceforce be dressed like a pinup model.”

Ali shrugged at that. It could even be kind of cute.

“Option 2. Frisky Fitness. Yoga pants. Sports bras. Running shorts that barely cover that cute little butt of yours. Your wardrobe will forever tell the world ‘I’m here to get looks, not get fit’.”

“Oh, come on! That’s not even practical!” Ali protested. Yet her next choice was even worse. “Option 3. Club Crawler. Micro skirts, high heels, minidresses, and everything shiny and skintight. If you can’t jump the line at a nightclub wearing it, you’ll never be able to wear it again.”

“Option 4. Beach Bunny. Yes, that is what it sounds like. Whether you wear one piece or two, you’ll be stuck in sexy swimwear from now on.”

“Oh god...each of these is worst than the last....”

“And finally, Option 5. Belated Birthday Suit. You’re awfully fond of saying clothes are overrated. Now you’ll put that to the test. If this option is chosen, you’ll never have to worry about them again.”

“What? No! That’s insane!”

“Sorry, Ali.” Leah smirked, “Your our first contestant on the online format, so we’ll be throwing in a few extreme options in each of these to get a sense for how mean spirited our audience here truly is.”

The camera cut Ali off and the poll appeared. It was time to vote.

Leah leaned over the microphone. The dark haired beauty was more typically used to giving this spiel on camera before a cheering and jeering audience. But even reality warping underground gameshows must practice social distancing in this era of pandemic and cancelled sports. And since the lab boys had created a way to move the proceedings online, the show must go on.

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you for joining us on our special live broadcast of ‘Bimbo or Billionaire’, the show where people win rewards or take on changes, gambling their minds and bodies for a chance to make their dreams come true,” she purred in her lusty voice.

“For those of you who are new to the game, here’s how it works. Our contestants will select one of twenty squares. Each is going to contain either money and some other reward, or one of our per-configured transformation categories that will put her on a path toward bimbodom. Let’s see those categories now, please!”

A list of ten transformation targets appeared on the screen along with explanations of what they did.

1. Breasts 2. Body (Controls body shape, overall appearance) 3. Hair and Face 4. Wardrobe (Changes what the contestant must wear or can and can’t wear) 5. Sexuality (Changes fetishes, sexuality and libido levels) 6. Compulsion (Forces the contestant to behave in a certain way) 7. Voice (Alters the voice, vocabulary and manner of speaking for the contestant) 8. Career (What job the contestant has) 9. Intelligence (Controls IQ, abilities and aptitudes.) 10. Two Grab Bag (Random odds and ends that don’t fit neatly into previous categories)

“Got it? Good,” Leah said, smiling. “Now, let’s meet our first contestant.”

The camera vanished off of Leah, revealing a young brunette eating a burger almost as large as her head (Her favorite kind, really). Stats began to appear on the screen around her picture.

Name: Ali Age: 30 Height: 6′1 Occupation: Sales Build: Leggy, Athletic, tall Intelligence: Above average Interests: Avid reader, socially conscious, a bit of a party girl, cats, active social life, her perpetually disappointing football team Status: Single? Who can really tell with men these days.

Ali looked up and saw a blinking blue light on the fancy camera she’d been sent. “Wait, shit, is this on?” She asked in a voice slightly tinged with a southern accent and very tinged with a mouthful of burger.

“Yes, love. You’re live on the show,” Leah said patiently. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself.”

“Jeez, with all this info here, I’m not sure there’s anything left to tell,” she said wryly. “I guess I’d say I’ve always been one of the guys for the most part. I was into a lot of nerdy stuff growing up, and now I like sports and going out. I’m online dating pretty actively. Oh, and I’m on this quest to read every book in the-”

Leah cut her off, “Alright, love, we don’t need your life’s story. Besides, there’s something I think you’re not telling us. Something rather important.”

Ali chuckled nervously, fidgeting. “I have no idea what you’re referring to. None at all!”

“Ali, here, is a bimbo fetishist. A transformation nut. She’s nervous, and certainly doesn’t want to end up like the other girls on this show, but she loves watching what it did to them. And a small, wicked little part of her psyche wants to know what it would do to her.”

Ali’s cheeks and neck were crimson, her posture uptight. There wasn’t any use denying it. She simply took a surly drink from her coffee cup (shaped like a parrot) and said “Can we play now, please?”

“Absolutely!” Leah said, snapping her fingers. A board of blue colored tiles appeared, all blue and bearing the show’s logo. “Pick a number. 1 through 20.”

Ali bit her lip, an old nervous tick of hers.

“Let’s go with… 7. That’s a lucky number, right?”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Show me seven!”

The blue square on screen flipped over, revealing a pink one with an icon shaped like a woman’s head.

“And the category is hair and face!” Leah said, “How do you feel about that for a start, Ali?”

She shrugged.

“Could be worse. Remember the time that one started off with intelligence…. Man, that would suck.”

Leah ignored her

“Here are your options. Audience, please press a number to vote for your favorite option of the following:”

1. Tush Push - Ali’s hair remains the same color and style, but grows out to her bottom and cannot be cut 2. More Fun - She goes blonde! And gets some ditzy mannerisms to boot. 3. Painted On - Even rolling out of bed, Ali’s face will be perfectly made up at all times. 4. Self Styling - The contestant’s hair can change style and color on command. Although we didn’t say it will be her command. 5. Bee Stung - Obviously a lip expansion, but in addition to becoming puffy, they’ll be very very sensitive if you catch our meaning.

Ali blew a bang out of her eyes. “Well those could definitely be worse. How does this part work?”

Leah smiled at the camera. “That’s up to you, audience. Vote for your favorite option and we’ll just see what happens to Ali here.”

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Hello everyone!

My name Allison and I’m throwing my hat into the ring with this caption business. If you’ve been around the BEA at all, you might be familiar with me already. But for those who aren’t, I’m a charming nerdy girl who likes video games, sports, music and fantasy fetish fiction. Said fantasies include bimbofication, transformation and mind control stories, and that’s the sort of thing you’ll find here. Also cats.