“Please take my boobs!” cried a flustered mature woman eagerly, her hands braced against her chest as she jumped to get attention.
The hosts certainly seemed impressed and pointed her out.
“Come on down to the stage!” they remarked pointing her out, as Kirsty looked on at the buxom body on display.
The woman made her way up to the hosts.
“So you definitely got our attention - what’s your offer?”
“Yeah, I’d love to trade away these boobs for something smaller and less productive. I’m tired of lugging these saggy milky things around! I need a break!” the woman said, groping her barely contained mammaries as they spilled from their prison.
“That’s a pretty good offer …” Tanya said, looking down at the display.
“… good enough for 5 points?” Eric asked, with the crowd roaring its approval.
Kirsty’s eyes widened as she seemed to grope her own chest and the considerably small B-cup bumps in comparison.
“I’ll take em!”
The crowd cheered again.
“Well that’s a solid start … but the decisions aren’t over just yet”
“That’s right Tanya - to do the transfer, you can either take the easy way and use the trusty machine …”
Eric waved over to a newly spotlighted contraption with a large screen pointing at the crowd and two seemingly innocuous hoses ending in an assortment of funnels.
“… or if you want to get wild for the crowd, you can get bonus points for using one of the Transfer clinic’s proprietary lotions and potions made right here right now just for you by our technician!”
Tanya waved over to a second spotlight as a hand came through and put something on a pedestal - a bottle with a label saying DRINK ME.
Kirsty paused for a minute as very clearly a little bit of stage fright took hold on her diminutive frame. Her eyes darted between the two before her mouth curled into a smirk and she declared …