Unbeknownst to Trixie, who was too preoccupied trying to stop her body from readjusting her tube top to show more cleavage, and (to her horror) a hint of her erect pink nipples, WBAB's new title referred to more than just the news team. In fact, anyone who appeared on the news program would be instantly "bimbofied", just like Trixie, Kitty, Krissy, and Sherri. And that included anyone being on camera off-site, like one of WBAB's top reporters Tamara Titus, who was just now about to report on a soon-to-be-held press conference. The mayor was going to answer questions from the press and she just had to be there to ask all of the important ones.
"About to go live, Tamara," her cameraman said, as he held the camera up in front of her. Behind her were the steps leading up to city hall, where the mayor would be holding his press conference in just a few moments.
Tamara made sure she looked her best, smoothing out her pantsuit, making sure her blouse was neat and professional, that her hair was still pulled back in her bun. Yep, everything was fine. Tamara may not have been the prettiest woman on TV, but she was a great reporter and she knew how to get the story.
The cameraman lifted up his hand and began to count down. "Five ... four ..." And that's when everything stopped. Tamara wanted to gasp, but found that she couldn't. In fact, she couldn't do anything but move her eyes around. It was as if time had been frozen. But that couldn't happen, right?
But then she started to notice something. Time wasn't completely frozen because she noticed that something was moving. Specifically, her pants. She tried to look down and out of the corner of her eye she saw that her pants were getting shorter. They became capris, then shorts, then the pant legs merged and became a skirt, then a miniskirt, then a micro miniskirt. She wanted to yell out in shock and embarrassment, but she couldn't say anything. All she could do was watch in horror as her clothes continued to change. Her suit jacket then began to shrink and then completely disappear, leaving her with just her blouse. But then her blouse began to shrink as well. At this point, she became even more embarrassed. She was about to go live on TV and she looked ridiculously unprofessional. Her blouse kept shrinking, but then fortunately stopped. Unfortunately, though, when it stopped changing, Tamara was left with a bare midriff tube top that showed off just how small her breasts were. But that wouldn't be for long. She watched in horror as her small breasts began to grow larger and larger - a B-cup, a C-cup, a D-cup, a DD-cup. She felt like closing her eyes, thinking that it would make this nightmare go away. But she couldn't. She was forced to watch as her breasts finally stopped at what must have been an H-cup. Her new tube top grew larger to contain the massive orbs of flesh, but even so, her top was still very tight. From her vantage point, she could see massive cleavage, but she couldn't quite see how her nipples poked into the material of the tube top. A draft blew past her, informing her that not only was she not wearing a bra anymore, but she was also not wearing panties. And as the draft passed her, she felt her hair (obviously no longer in a bun) cascade down her back. She tried to see if anything happened to her shoes, but her breasts were so enormous now that she couldn't see anything past them.
And then time began to resume again. "... three ... two ..." the cameraman continued to say, apparently not noticing anything different about Tamara. He mouthed the word "one", then pointed at her.
Tamara smiled and giggled, then waved at the camera. "Hi!"
What the hell? Why am I acting like some sort of ditz? Tamara thought. She tried to stop smiling and giggling, but it seemed that her body had a mind of its own. And an empty mind at that.
"Like, it's me. Tammy Titties. Reporting, like, here at the ... the place where the mayor is."
Why am I talking like this?! Why did I call myself Tammy Titties?! Tamara panicked in her mind.
"In a moment, he's gonna, like, say something important. And we're gonna, like, show it on TV and stuff."
I sound like a complete idiot!
Her reporting career was over for sure. Or was it?
"Oh, oh, oh. Here he comes now," Tamara (or rather Tammy) said, jumping up and down, causing her giant breasts to bounce up and down hypnotically. Inside her mind, Tamara had never been more embarrassed in her life.
Tammy ran over towards the steps and thrust her microphone towards the mayor's direction.
"Good evening," the mayor said. "I know there's been a lot of controversy about a decision I've made recently, but I assure you that it was the right decision, especially for our fair city. I've called this press conference to satisfy the public's need for understanding. I'll take questions now."
Tamara had a lot of hard-hitting questions for the mayor to answer, but Tammy apparently had other plans.
"Mayor Holden," she began. "Like, what do you think about making a law to allow all the women in town to dress sexy and slutty?"
"I ... excuse me?" he asked, genuinely confused by the question. Even though Tammy wasn't exactly sure why. All women should dress as sexy as possible. It seemed like a good question to ask, even if it had nothing to do with the point of the press conference.
Tamara just wanted to cry.
