Bonus Round 12

[b]*Round Sixty*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a tiny, well lit room. She was seated in a comfortable chair in what seemed to be an exam room at a doctor's office. The room was fairly cold, causing her pierced nipples to stand firmly at attention. There was an examination table with stirrups in one corner and a computer at another. Other than that, there was a couple of cabinets, a sink, one other empty chair, a few posters on the wall and a large wooden door.

Annabelle examined herself. She was thankfully cleaned up from last round. She wore a blue polka-dot patient's gown which was tied in the back but left the majority of her back and the entirety of her ass exposed. The chair felt cool on her skin as she sat and waited. She crossed her legs in a very feminine style and admired her blue wedge heels. Her hair had, thankfully, also been cleaned and hung loosely down her back.

As she waited for whatever was about to happen, she wondered about Darius. Was that just an isolated round or did he really have dirt on her? Would she ever see Darius again? But more importantly, would Anthony find out? But more more importantly would she ever see Darius's cock again? But more more more importantly, where were her cigarettes? She didn't have much time to think as the wooden door opened suddenly and Anthony carefully stepped into the room. Annabelle felt butterflies in her stomach as her husband kissed her on the forehead and sat next to her. He wore a classy black suit with a red tie. Annabelle examined him, he was handsome, sexy and powerful; she felt lucky.

Anthony gave her a reassuring smile and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. His deep brown eyes stared at her with a glint of genuine affection.

"You ready for this, Annie?" He asked softly.

"Uhm..." Annabelle replied, not really knowing what was going on.

He shook his head slowly, releasing a soft laugh as he said, "Damn, you really are a dumb bitch now. The fuck you think we're doing here?"

"Regular checkup?" Annabelle cocked her head to the side slightly, confused about what he was getting at.

"We're at the gynecologist's office. Ya know, the pussy doctor? They gon' check your snatch and see if you knocked up."

Deep down something about seeing a gynecologist as a patient felt weird to Annabelle. But she quickly pushed the feeling away. What was weird? She had been to the gyno countless times before.

"Oh, yeah, of course."

The door opened again. Standing in the threshold was a female doctor wearing a lab coat. She appeared to be in her early thirties. Her hair was long, silky dark brown in a loose ponytail. The lab coat was open and did little to hide her obvious curves which were contained in a short pencil skirt and a tight, dark blue blouse which dipped dangerously low; displaying her ample cleavage. She was tall for a woman which was furthered by tall dark blue heels. Her face was beautiful and made up well, she had a pair of glasses resting atop her forehead.

She stood in the doorway for a few seconds before stepping in. She had a wide smile across her face. Annabelle peered at Anthony whose mouth was agape. He stared at this woman and it gave Annabelle a twitch of jealousy. Annabelle hated this woman.

The woman looked down at a clipboard she was carrying before looking up and saying in a overly sweet, mature voice, "Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I presume?"

"Yes ma'am, I'm Anthony and this is my wife, Annabelle."

Annabelle gave the doctor a cold glance before turning her attention away.

Seeming to ignore Annabelle, the woman spoke again in a very confident tone, "It's nice to meet you, i'm Doctor Lott." She reached out a delicate hand to Anthony who took it. The handshake lasted a bit too long with both participants locking eyes and staring. She had pretty, deep blue eyes. Annabelle gently cleared her throat which seemed to bring them back to reality, breaking off their contact.

"And you must be Mrs. Johnson." Doctor Lott turned her attention to Annabelle who was seated. The Doctor did not extend her hand to Annabelle. Doctor Lott continued in a patronizing voice, "Shame about that brow. You know, a friend of my is a renowned plastic surgeon, I could give you his contact information if you'd like."

Annabelle stared with her mouth open. She couldn't believe what Doctor Lott had just said. She felt angry and embarrassed at the same time.

"I'm only joking, young lady, don't get so embarrassed!" Doctor Lott looked at Annabelle with fake sadness before turning to Anthony and saying in a pleading tone, "Poor thing, I didn't mean to hurt her feelings! It was just a joke."

"Now, Annie, it was just a joke."

Before Annabelle could respond, Doctor Lott looked at the clipboard again and spoke, "So it looks like we'll be performing a vaginal and cervical exam today and reviewing some blood results." A smug grin crossed Doctor Lott's face as she added, "I wouldn't have been able to tell by those giant, Dumbo ears, but based on the gown you're wearing; I take it you're the one with the vagina?"

Annabelle slammed her tiny hand onto the chair and released an offended gasp. Her voice was filled with anger as she snapped, "Look here you stuck-up bitch..."

"I'm just trying to break the tension, ma'am. Please don't resort to name calling, that's very juvenile."

"Annie, the Doctor was just tryin' to break the ice. Let's give her a chance." Anthony continued to stare at Doctor Lott. He was clearly enthralled with her.

Annabelle threw her hands into the air before crossing her arms across her chest. She quickly stopped as her sensitive breasts did not want to be touched. She decided to go along with the Doctor; the sooner they were out of here the better.

Satisfied with Annabelle's silence, Doctor Lott turned to the table and tapped on the stirrups. She said sweetly with a smile, "Alright now, let's get those thin chicken legs into these."

Another back handed comment. Annabelle didn't bother saying anything as she would, again, look like she couldn't take a 'joke'. She stood and stepped across the floor, jumping onto the table which was a bit too high for her. She opened her legs and placed her high heeled feet into the metal foot holes of the stirrups. It was strange. She remembered doing this many times but it felt like the first time for some reason.

"Would you like me to close the curtain? Also, you can take your heels off honey, you don't have to compensate for your tiny size while being examined." Doctor Lott stated.

Through gritted teeth, Annabelle responded, "I'd like to keep my heels on, thanks."

"Before we begin, have you felt any type of unexplained sickness or soreness around your breasts or pelic area?"

Annabelle looked up over her gown and responded, "Well...yes, now that you mention it. I've had some tenderness in my breasts and some unexplained nausea."

"Hm, okay, let's get you strapped in."

Doctor Lott put down her clipboard and pulled out a strange looking metal tool. She strapped Annabelle's feet tightly into the stirrups and slipped Annabelle's gown up, completely exposing her lady parts.

"That's certainly a vagina. A very well developed one, too." The Doctor said matter-of-factly.

Well, at least that wasn't necessarily a back handed comment.

"I like your pretty Queen of Spades tattoo. I have one just like it! i guess we both know what we like, huh?" Doctor Lott shot a quick glance at Anthony.

You know, maybe this woman was just nervous to meet new clients. Maybe she wasn't so bad, maybe-

"But my parts aren't nearly as loose as yours, and a slutty piercing? What an unfortunate state of affairs." The Doctor poked her head over Annabelle's gown and added, "Another joke, my Dear!"

Suddenly, Annabelle felt a cold insertion into her vagina. It made her wince slightly. After whatever object had been pushed fully inside, it begin to slowly widen. It stretched her out further and further. When it finished widening, it felt like a cold metal dick was filling her up. It was actually kind of nice. Annabelle felt herself becoming somewhat flushed by the 'full' feeling.

"Here come the waterworks! Mr. Johnson, would you like to see the inside of your wife's vagina?"

Anthony was caught slightly off-guard by the question but responded, "Uh, sure?"

He stood up and awkwardly walked between Annabelle's opened legs, next to Doctor Lott. Annabelle became embarrassed as Anthony stared at her stretched out lady bits.

Doctor Lott spoke mater-of-factly, "You see, Anthony, do you mind if I call you Anthony? Your wife's slit has stretched my Speculum to its max. She has the vagina of a much older woman. When she grows up a bit, maybe to my age, it'll get really loose and droopy. I'm glad i've remained pretty damn tight. Sorry about your luck!"

"I'll have you know, bitch, that my husband enjoys my pussy and is thankful that it's wide and deep enough to take his size." Annabelle spoke into the ceiling which she was staring at. She was bragging about how deep and wide her vagina was. She never thought it would come to that, but this woman was pissing her off.

Without hesitation Doctor Lott responded, "Oh, i'm sure Anthony has impressive length, but don't think you need to be loose and saggy to take a big cock."

"Oh yeah, well at least I don't have to flirt with married men to feel good about myself!" Annabelle blurted with a shout.

"No ma'am you just find the cheapest possible hair dye to feel good about yourself." Her tone was so condescending.

Annabelle tried to pull her feet off the stirrups to get at this woman. She grunted and pulled her legs, but the straps held her down. She tried to sit up but didn't have the strength to go all the way up.

"Say that to my fucking face!" Annabelle screamed.

"That's enough!" Anthony shouted in a booming voice. Both women became instantly silent and Annabelle felt her legs quivering. She could see Anthony's face and it wasn't happy. "Annie you shut yo' skanky little mouth and Doctor Lott, stop tryin' to flirt with me and quit insulting my wife. Now, find out if the bitch is pregnant so I can get on with my life."

Annabelle felt a swell of pride as her husband sort of came to her defense. A probing finger pressed inside of her. "Yes, Sir, Mr. Johnson...." Doctor Lott muttered, her confidence shattered.

After a minute or so of poking around, the speculum began slowly retracting until Doctor Lott slipped it out. She snapped off her rubber glove and removed the straps holding Annabelle's legs in the stirrups.

Her demeanor had changed, she was acting cold and her voice had lost its sweetness. "Her cervix has started to get pretty soft with an expanding uterus. Combined with her symptoms and blood results, which show an unusually high amount of estrogen and other common pregnancy hormones. I would say the bitch is most definitely pregnant." She looked down at Annabelle, "You might have some obvious flaws, but I have to hand it to you, you've got a whole hell of a lot of femininity coursing through your veins. The highest levels I've seen, actually."

Annabelle felt her stomach drop, "P-pregnant?" She gasped.

Anthony reached down and pulled Annabelle to a sitting position. He embraced her before whispering, "You're gonna to be a mother."

His embrace was warm and his voice warmer. She felt excited and mortified. She had never once thought about being a mother. But at the same time, she felt like she had always thought about being a mother. It was like both were true, she couldn't remember. She furrowed her brow, foggy memories from her childhood ran through her brain. In some, she was a young man, strapping up to play for the varsity football team while in another she was a young woman at a department store deciding between two bras. But as she sat there in her husbands giant arms, absorbing his excitement and happiness; Annabelle decided that she had never played for the home team, especially as a man. She must have seen that in a movie sometime. She was a pregnant wife, not some burly footballer. Anthony put his face right up against hers, they were nose to nose. His wide smile was infectious and Annabelle felt herself growing a genuine smile of her own. As they continued to stare at each other, Anthony reached his hands up and around her jaw, cupping her face. She felt herself tearing up as the scene began to collapse.

Anthony pulled his hands away and turned his attention to Doctor Lott. "Thank you, Doctor Lott."

Doctor Lott had a weak smile. She held out a card with a hand-written number on it. "Please, if you ever need a PERSONAL consultation, don't hesitate to call me. And please, call me Mona."

As the room faded away, the last thing Annabelle saw was Mona bite her painted lower lip and give Anthony a wink.

When she was left in the void, Annabelle breathed a sigh of relief as her cigarettes had reappeared in her gown. She lit one and smoked it feverishly. Her hand traced down to her stomach, what the hell was she going to do?

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 2

SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.

PREGNANCY: Early first trimester.

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Hanging loosely down the back.

VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.

FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.

EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.

FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, delicate, slightly upturned nose, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.

BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily. Thin milky thighs

CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.

EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.

TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed just above the vagina. Flowery black tramp stamp in a pseudo arrow pointing towards her ass with the word SLUT in bold letters just above it. The word SLAVE is tattooed in black on the back of her right shoulder.

PIERCINGS: Medium sized golden hoops in earlobes and a silver stud just above the belly button. Silver stud clit piercing. Silver nipple studs which keep the nipples constantly erect.

OUTFIT: Blue polka-dot patient's gown tied in the back but leaving the ass exposed. Blue five inche wedge heels.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to be submissive in sexual encounters. Specifically attracted to black men. Very high libido. Enjoys having cum on and in her body and being humiliated sexually. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.

PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. Is annoyed easily. Often considered 'Bitchy'. Doesn't care much for the rule of law. Has an extensive criminal history including drug, theft and prostitution charges. Has difficulty trusting others and often displays obsessive jealousy in relationships. Not very smart, has trouble learning. Doesn't know how to drive and is afraid to get behind the wheel. Acts naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.

EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick