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Chapter 5

With Spacey Casey's loss in the final round of Bimbo or Billionaire, our ending will give you a little picture of her new life after the show. And why Cassidy's friends probably shouldn't go looking for Spacey Casey...

Thank you again to everyone who read this iteration of Bimbo or Billionaire and who follows my work in general! Feedback is always welcome. Next Friday we'll be returning to the story of Shapely Shashi.

Bimbo or Billionaire: Cassidy's Big Break - Chapter 6 by IridescentGentleman

Kinks Included: * Mind Control * Body Transformation * Personality Changes * Memory/IQ Loss * Bimbofication * Subculture Changes * Implied Cheating

Synopsis: 19-year old Cassidy Black, the lead singer in garage band “Black Suns”, sees Bimbo or Billionaire as a way to get her band the fame and money they need to make it big. But will she manage to emerge with her brain and a billion dollars?

Ronnie, the chubby, long-haired drummer from the Black Suns, couldn’t have felt more out of place at the Panopticon. The huge stadium was tailor-made for EDM shows and festivals. And the skinny, twinky-ass kids here doing X to their wub-wubs just weren’t his scene. But he wasn’t here for fun. He was here for business. His eyes were locked on the cages above the crowd where women covered in glowing paint danced along to the DJ’s tunes. There was one woman in particular he was looking for.

Thankfully, she wasn’t hard to find.

Spacey Casey was in a cage in the middle, already stark naked. Her long, black hair flowed down to her wide hips as her whole body wiggled and jiggled to the beat of the trance song the DJ was playing. Ronnie had seen the Bimbo or Billionaire episode. He had seen what happened to Cassidy on TV. But it was another thing to confirm it with his very own eyes. There she was. Black hair, enormous curves plastered on a body no more than five feet tall, and that vapid, dumbass look on her face. It was all the more disconcerting to hear Cassidy’s voice - higher-pitched, but still Cassidy’s - dubbed into the techno track. She was a Feature on whatever garbage computer music this was. And the sight and sound of her filled Ronnie with an uncomfortable mix of anger and arousal.

That woman had been his bandmate. She was going to take him to the big-time. Then she went on that stupid show. She promised she’d drop out before it got too bad. But she didn’t. Cassidy played to the end. And Spacey Casey gave the Black Suns’ futures away for…this.

At least that was how it seemed. That’s what the other guys said. Ronnie was convinced there was something left of the old Cassidy, though. No machine could subdue the tomboy he knew. His childhood friend. And he was sure he could talk her into at least helping the Suns out. For old times’ sake, right? Ronnie’s bandmates told him not to bother. His girlfriend Robin told him to drop it. But Ronnie was convinced that there was still some crumb of Cassidy left.

Ronnie was so distracted by his thoughts that he almost missed the cage door above him opening and a technician going into the rafters to help Spacey Casey out for a break. That was what Ronnie was waiting for. Ronnie watched the direction she went in and shoved through the crowd, heading for the backstage area. He was surprised to see nobody guarding it. No security and no bouncers. But he took advantage of the moment to slip into the back halls of the rave hall. From there he simply read the names on the doors until he found what he was looking for. A simple name plate reading “Spacey Casey.” The drummer didn’t bother knocking. He opened the door.

Ronnie was immediately hit by a wave of scent - sweat mixed with cheap perfume and hairspray. And in the middle of it was Spacey Casey. Ronnie had seen her on TV. He’d seen her in the cage. But it was still something else entirely to see her up close. Spacey Casey’s new curves were too wide for the stool she was on, leaving her naked body to look perched on the seat. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back and around her narrow waistline. And her tits rested just above the slightest hint of a cute little thicc-girl belly. And then there was that eternal, dull-eyed, stupid look on her face. She looked at Ronnie in open-mouthed surprise for a moment before her face broadened into a big, dumb grin.

“Heyyyyyy,” she cooed. “You like…totally look familiar. Did we fuck?”

“No, Cassidy,” Ronnie said. He took a step towards her. “I’m Ronnie. Remember? The drummer in your old band. You were going to help us go big.”

Spacey Casey put a finger to her chin and tried to think, her eyes crossing and her lips puckering as she did. “Oh yeah!” she said. “Back when I was like skinny and ugly and totally ick!” She opened her mouth and put a finger in it like she was gagging.

“No, you were so cool!” Ronnie protested. “You were going to give us the money from the show to help us out, remember? But you didn’t!”

“Oh yeah,” Spacey Casey said, waving a hand. “I like…gave that to my boyfriend. The DJ out there. And now he pays for everything so like, I guess it’s totally mine anyways?” Her big, dumb smile grew wider. “I dunno I guess I lied. Oopsies.”

“I don’t think you did!” Ronnie protested. “I think the show changed you, Cassidy. I still think there’s some of you left. And you can still help us out…”

At that, Spacey Casey went quiet. Her mouth was still slightly open and a bit of drool leaked out. But she wiggled her hips as she approached Ronnie. “Hey so like…you had a girlfriend, right?” Spacey Casey asked, clearly reaching into whatever memories she had left. “How’s she?”

“What do you mean?” Ronnie said. “Robin is fine. She said I shouldn’t come here and see you.”

Spacey Casey stopped right in front of Ronnie. And before he could react, she leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Ronnie’s instinct to fight the gesture died before he could push her off. Instead he felt a pleasant numbness engulf his whole body. His last thought as he descended into a stupor was one transformation he’d forgotten. One that his bandmates maybe remembered. One that might have kept them from coming here.

Lips Like Morphine.

“Robin’s like, fine, I guess,” Spacey Casey said. “But I’m totally better!”

[And that’s the story! Thanks again to our wonderful contest winner who contributed his OC Cassidy, to TheHandsThatLead for giving me permission to play in his sandbox, and to everyone who reads and enjoys the story! As always, comments and feedback are welcome! Here’s hoping the next post comes sooner!]