"Our second option is Sweet and Ditzy. This is our standard bimbo voice option-- high-pitched, with a lot of vocal fry and a tendency to turn every sentence into a question. Remember, this doesn't change vocabulary-- she can say anything she wants, but she'll just sound like she's from the San Fernando Valley when she says it."

That's predictable. And fine. Lots of women from Southern California have tenure. Legally Blonde is a movie, not a documentary. 

"Next we have A Force of Nature. A Force of Nature will make Leah's voice loud, forceful, decisive, and dominant. Everything she says will sound like a command, and you'll want to obey. You'll always be able to hear her coming-- and you'll always be able to hear her coming." 

That might actually be useful if she's teaching a lecture class!

"And our last option is Speak Softly and Carry A Big Set of Tits. Leah will no longer be able to raise her voice above a normal speaking tone, no matter how hard she tries, and if she's not paying attention she will naturally adopt a breathy whisper. Any conversation she has will feel... intimate." 

That sounds the opposite of useful for lecture classes! Maybe she can get someone to install a microphone system...

"And we have YET ANOTHER tie! Some very effective coordination going on out there in the stands tonight, you guys should be game theorists! Leah will have both Low and Husky and Force of Nature!" 

The black fog rises up from Leah's chest into her throat and her mouth, and then...

She opens her mouth and says "hello!" and nearly jumps. 

What is the sound that is coming out of her mouth?! It is low and throaty and deep, but more than that, it's full of a commanding sense of presence. It demands attention and compels obedience. It sounds like you'd find yourself doing what she wants before she even finishes her sentence. 

This is going to be great for getting students to turn in their homework on time--! And for conferences--! No one is going to mansplain on Leah Aarons's watch ever again. 

"What do you think?"

"I love it!" She's getting into the swing of this. She puts her hands on her hips and says, "you had better vote the way I want you to, or there will be trouble." She expected it to sound nervous, but instead it's just vaguely threatening! This is so cool!

"All right, it's time for the break."

And you know what Leah is going to do with her break? Try out her new breasts. Obviously. 

She should have thought ahead and brought her vibrator.

She heads to her dressing room, locks the door, double-checks that she locked the door, and yanks off the bikini. Here we go.

Okay. So now she's got to just... grab her own breasts? Man. This feels kind of stupid to do to yourself actually.

She reaches up to her chest and begins to massage her breasts and instantly all her reservations are washed away by waves of pleasure.

Fucking herself with her fingers feels good. But her breasts are just as sensitive and she has so much more of them-- much, much more of them, actually, given what Valleys of Pleasure has accomplished-- and everything she does to them feels fantastic, stroking and squeezing and bouncing. It feels like too much and not enough and she just wants more, harder and faster and-- something. If she were in her right mind she would be able to censor what her next thought was but she is so turned on that she can't stop herself from thinking that she wants hands that aren't her own, playing with them and kissing them, even if it is shameful and embarrassing to imagine that someone might want her. 

She runs a finger around her nipple and her eyes just about roll back into her head. It's as sensitive as her clit-- maybe more-- and now she has two of them and she can touch both of them at once, and it is really not escaping her that if she had a guy with her right now she could touch all three of them. God, now she's thinking about a guy sucking on her tits while she jerks off his dick and she's turned on enough that she's about to come just thinking about it--

Experimentally she puts her finger into her mouth and moves it in and out. She moans around it, low and deep. Her finger moving in and out is very nice but it only creates a craving for something-- bigger-- maybe a dildo, people suck on dildos sometimes, right? Or at least she can, even if no one who hasn't been bimbofied thinks this is a good idea-- she should have brought a dildo-- she should have bought a bigger dildo, for the purpose of this show, and then brought it--

A voice from outside says, "Do you want me to guard the door?"

Leah actually does jump this time.

Her voice quavering, she says, "I locked it!"

"The host and the producers have keys. They like to barge in on new bimbos during breaks to see if they can convince the bimbos to fuck them. --Uh, not that you're a bimbo, ma'am. Strong independent sexual women who have been called 'bimbos' by our patriarchal society."

"I wouldn't sleep with them!! I don't even have mental modifications yet!!!"

...wait, when did that become a 'yet'?

"Well, you know, some of the strong independent sexual women do have modifications that make them less likely to turn the host down. Like that poor woman who went into heat when she smelled pheromones. Or that other poor woman who wound up with an uncontrollable urge to put things in her mouth. Or--"

"I get the idea."

...honestly, if the host had walked in while she was busy discovering the new uses to which her nipples could be put, she might have been one of those women. Terrifying thought. 

"...wait, don't you work for the show?"

"Nah, I'm an actor on Mysteriously Progressive Regency Dukes In Love, we shoot next door." 

Wow that show is ahistorical garbage. She will not tell this nice man guarding the door that. "I would appreciate you guarding it, if you're not too busy."

"Nah, I already have makeup on, we're just waiting around for the hairstylists to be done with the Queen's wig. It has a birdcage this season."

"Sounds complicated."