Alice looked around nervously. Where was the remote? It must still be in her jeans... only she'd had a costume change! There weren't any pockets in a bikini and sarong. She had to get out of here, something was wrong. Either her presence was making the Ogles more adult, or they were drawing her into their weird little world, or both... But abruptly, she stopped looking as she heard musical chords playing. Oh god. The guests always sang a song.
"Well, Poggle..." she found herself beginning, before the music picked up the tempo, settling into a polka-like beat, and she found herself singing. Alice wasn't a great singer, but at least the TV logic made her sound a little better. She began to swing her arms a little, marching on the spot. Humiliatingly it made her tits wobble and bounce a little, the bikini providing barely any support. Poggle's eyes swung from tit to tit, the entire embarrassing spectacle moving to the same beat as the backing music.
"B is for Boobs, these big things on my chest,
And they've got other names too, because B is for breasts,
B can be for bristols, or for baps, or for balloons,
But if you're feeling fancy then B can be for bosoms!"
Poggle, still bobbing his head along with the music, chimed in, "Wow, there's a lot of words for boobs!" Around her Alice could see other Ogles popping up, all of them puppets in different brightly coloured felts, all dancing along with the music, and disconcertingly, all staring at her boobs. Despite the shame a wide children's TV presenter smile was affixed to her face. "Where can I go to see boobs, Alice?"
At this, Alice turned to face an imaginary camera, still bobbing along to the music and singing, as she gestured to the location and then to her outfit:
"Oh wellllll the!
Beach is where you'll see Boobs in tiny string Bikinis,"
She was shocked as suddenly the entire set changed. The rough location of all the dancing Ogles remained the same, but the set around them changed in a flash, along with her outfit. It had changed just as quickly as before, literally changing her look mid-verse! #
She was in a bookshop surrounded by shelves and stacks of books, at least in a more conservative outfit of a schoolteacher-like wraparound cardigan and black pencil skirt. Alice picked up a book, opening it to reveal a diagram of a huge pair of breasts as she continued:
"In Books you'll see Bazongas, boys, oh aren't they pretty?"
She wooped, throwing the book over her shoulder as the set transitioned to a bathroom, with her suddenly sitting in the bath tub, utterly naked. Only a thick lather of soap bubbles preserved her modesty. It wasn't even a real bath, there wasn't water in it, it was made of felt! And still she grinned like a fucking idiot, singing her educational song.
"I don't know my Brother sneaks a peek in the Bathroom,"
The door on the random cardboard wall that had appeared to one side opened, and an Ogle's head peered around, eyes clearly ogling her tits. This... this was just the song, right? Her brother hadn't actually been... right? But there wasn't enough time to ponder before she ended up in an even more humiliating position, on all fours, utterly naked. A large fake pillow obscured her tits, leaving only visible her head, back, ass, and the Ogle posed behind her as if he was screwing her.
"And for more than just my Boobs, head down to the Brothel!"
Why were they doing a song implying she was a whore! Even through the twisted cartoonish logic, she lowered her head a little, shielding her face from where she was pretty sure the camera was.
There was another little interlude, with the Ogle behind her leaning forward, his felt hand on her ass. "Wow, Alice! Boobs are great! But what are they for?"
A curtain fell, cutting Alice off from the Ogle behind her as she sat up, her modesty covered by a bedrobe that had magically appeared. At least this time, it seemed like props were just coming in from off-camera as she sang,
"Well, B is for Breastfeeding, to keep your Babies fed," she produced an alarming-looking breast pump kit that looked like it had been assembled out of cardboard and coloured felt.
"But to make Babies you need Boys but they're so easy to get," Alice produced a plastic toy phone, miming taking a selfie of her duckface and cleavage, before tossing it away over her shoulder. She delivered the final two lines with a huge smile, front and centre of the camera, surrounded by leering Ogles fascinated by her tits:
"Show some Boobies, then the Boys're dying to get into your Bed,
And B is for the Babymaking their Boners are gonna get!"
Alice was horrified at what she'd just been forced to sing, she'd looked like a boobs-obsessed pervert and a prostitute! The puppets milled about behind her as Poggle bobbed up to beside the bed. She gathered the robe about herself, covering up her chest once more, even if she'd just made an absolute fool of herself. "Well, I uh, hope that answers all your questions?" she said sheepishly.