Even caught as he was in this - this whatever it was, it took only a second or two for Tristain to notice that Catherine McBroom looked different.
Ever conscious of her image, Catherine always took great pains to look eminently professional on the job. She kept her sandy brown hair cut shoulder-length, and she always wore a smart, business-like blazer with a matching knee-length skirt. In fact, he could have sworn she was wearing just that a moment ago. Now, though, Tristain noticed that she was without her blazer, and that her blouse seemed to be missing a couple of buttons. Not only that, but her hair was considerably lighter and had grown down to the middle of her shoulder blades!
Then behind her, he noticed somethig even stranger - Sherm Shelbourne's hair was almost as long! But - but that's impossible! The old fart's half bald! And why is his hair red, for crying out loud?!? And - Good God! What's happened to Mandalay?!?
The crew cut of sports anchor Chris Mandalay had sprouted wildly, spilling in jet black waves almost down to the small of his back - but that wasn't what had caught Tristain's eye. Chris had been leaning forward to check the latest scores when Narayanne had struck. Somehow, his tailored dress shirt and tie had vanished, replaced by a sleeveless football jersey cut off at the waist. Now, before Tristain's wondering eyes, that jersey began to fill up as a pair of fleshy mounds sprung from Chris's chest. In seconds, a cavernous expanse of cleavage was visible as the ex-jock was now sprouting an enormous pair of breasts!
Now Tristain's attention shifted back to Catherine McBroom. He was shocked when he realized that she was now also the proud owner of a pair of humongous breasts, breasts which were threatening to explode from her now skimpy top.
Tristain's mind whirled. What - what the hell's happening!? Why are they all - who's doing this to - why doesn't anybody...
It was then that he realized that something was wrong with him as well. He felt a draft on his legs where his slacks should have been. He felt the warm studio lights on bare arms and shoulders where his coat was supposed to be. Something that felt like hair was tickling the small of his back, and there was an undefinable weight on his chest that felt - just wrong!
"Ten seconds," came the director's voice. "Places everyone!"
As he uttered the words, Tristain felt himself being lifted from his chair and float forward, until he wound up perched on the edge of the desk. He barely noticed as Catherine did the same. Chris and Sherman appeared on either side of them.
As they settled into their final positions, Tristain finally got a look at the whole news crew. Girls! he realized in shock. We're all girls!
Amanda's hair, now platinum, was tied back into a ponytail, fully exposing her huge breasts stuffed into a fire engine red minidress that looked like it had been built around her, with a pair of fishnet hose and spike-heeled boots completing her new look! Chris was a knockout brunette in a cut-off jersey, lycra running shorts and sneakers! Sherman was a petite, voluptuous redhead, clad only in a shocking pink thong bikini and high heels!
And I'm - I'm The only one left for Tristain to be was the one in the white tube top and Daisy Dukes. He - or she, rather - was just as well-endowed as the others, with killer legs and a smooth, perfect tan that nicely accentuatued the golden blonde hair that spilled down to just above her nicely rounded buttocks.
Tristain was too shocked to think of anything else before the news theme filled the studio. "Live," the announcer said, "From the Action Eight News center, it's your Action Eight Newscast - the Number One newscast in the city! And now, your WBAB news team!"
Now Tristain could move again, but she found herself compelled to give the news - only in a way she never had before.
"Like, hi, everybody!" she squealed, bouncing up and down and waving to the camera. What the hell am I doing?! he thought to himself. "It's me, you're anchorbabe, Trixie Goodbody, and this is, y'know, my co-anchorbabe, Kitty McBoomboom!"
"Like, hi there!" Catherine - Kitty - gushed. "We have, like, some really neat stories for you tonight. We'll take you to city hall, where, um, who'd that guy, you know, the one that, like, runs everything?"
"Ummmm - the mayor?" "Trixie" offered.
"Yeah, that's him! Anyway, he's done something, and some folks like it and some others don't or whatever. And, plus, we'll be checking out a totally slamming new club in town called Oogie's Boogie!"
"Later, we'll get highlights from our sportsbabe, Krissy Manaday."
"That's right, Trixie! I'll show you the scores - and the hunks I'd like to score with!"
"Plus," Kitty added, "we'll check out the temps with weatherbabe Sherri Shakebuns!"
"And if I have anything to say about it," she said huskily, "It's gonna get hot later Really - really hot and steamy!"
Inside, Tristain raged. What's going on?!? Why can't I stop?!? Outside, though, "Trixie" just giggled and crossed her long legs, pointing her dainy bare feet at the camera. "All this and, um, y'know, other stuff. You're watching the news on WBAB - The Babe Channel!"
