Bonus Round 20

[b]*Round One Hundred*[/b]

"Welcome."

Doctor Grungot's calm voice echoed around the contestants head. They opened their eyes and saw the Doctor standing center stage bathed in a spotlight. He stared down with a blank expression at the contestant who sat in the audience. The room was pitch dark. The contestant tried looking down at their appearance. Their body was obscured by darkness and nothing could be seen. Seen...or felt. Despite this, the contestant didn't panic. They remembered being Anderson...the powerful, genius scientist bristling with both muscle and wisdom... and Slut the branded, collared, semen soaked juvenile prostitute single mother with the IQ of an over-ripe orange. They were Anderson, Andy, Andie, Andi, Anda, Anya, Anna, Annabelle, Annabella and Slut all at once.

"You know," The Doctor started, "I've enjoyed our time together." His tone was genuine and soft, "I was able to attain my revenge and satisfaction while you paid for your crimes bit by bit with each drop of semen and ounce of humiliation."

Anderson, the wisest and deepest set of memories tore away from the others. Out of the contestant's void, Anderson's manly, booming voice projected, "Harold...Please...You've gotten what you wanted. These memories of...of...The things I did. They'll haunt me until the day I die. Surely, you must be satisfied by now? Let me and the people I came here for leave in peace."

Doctor Grungot shook his head, ran his fingers through his thinning, gray hair and sighed. He returned his hands into his signature, stark white coat before answering, "Unfortunately, Anderson, I can't do that."

Anda tore away, their androgynous, nervous voice sputtered from the void, "P-please...Doctor Grungot, Sir. I-I'm s-so scared. I just wan-want to g-go home..."

"Anda," The Doctor softly replied, "I'm afraid you aren't quite ready to do that just yet."

Another personality distanced itself, the voice was breathy, high pitched and juvenile, "Mr. Gwungot, pwease, just wet us go. I did evewyfing you wanted."

"You did, my dear little Slut! You did everything I wanted, and more. But, per our contract, you have one more decision to make."

"Yo, then drop it on me, Doc." Annabella squeaked.

"Very well."

Doctor Grungot outstretched his left arm and motioned to the edge of the stage. A second, bright spotlight sprang to life. The beam seemed to hum with cold, lifeless blue light. The spotlight illuminated three figures. Avery, Anthony and Stan. They stood silently, staring out, blank faced and motionless. The contestant was taken aback. They were used to seeing these three full of life. But, they were now as puppets, awaiting their master - ghosts without a shred of humanity.

Doctor Grungot's voice was serious but still soft, "Your first option. Enter this portal and stay with me forever. You'll become mine completely, severing all ties to reality. [b]I[/b] will be your reality from now on. I can do with you as I please: change you as I please, humiliate you, elevate you, educate, degrade, transform, battle - anything I want. You'll become a main stay opponent for future contestants. Additionally, any previous contestant who chose option two will be freed. This is a selfless option, you'll be fulfilling your promise and saving your daughter, but sacrificing yourself forever."

Next to that portal, on the Doctor's left side, another beam of light appeared. This one - white bars flickering and strobing. It illuminated Liam, Cindy and Helena. In contrast to the lifeless denizens of the first portal, these three frantically beat and clawed at the light trapping them. Their reckless, desperate struggle was silent and they hopelessly crashed into the flickering bars. They had expressions of anguish burning in their pleading eyes.

"Pick option two and remain here temporarily. You will be as my play thing for the duration until a future contestant picks option one. There's no telling how many years will pass, how many contestants will come and go and how much suffering you will endure. But, eventually, a selfless individual will release you when they select the first portal. You'll return to the world exactly as you came. Your memories of this place will be lost and it will be as a dream."

The three people inside portal two continued their struggle as the Doctor outstretched his right arm. On the far end of the stage a golden beam of light illuminated Darius, Devonna, Mona and Danielle. They stood posing with large, unnatural smiles stretched across their faces. Their expressions were exaggerated, uncomfortable and unsettling.

"With the third portal, you'll stay here with me without releasing those held in portal two. You'll be treated much more respectfully and have many more rights and privileges that those from the first two portals do not have. You'll be allowed to create your own worlds and experiences with some of my powers to boot. You'll be hailed as a star and live the life you want. You will, of course, still be required to appear and follow my instruction whenever I call upon you. You will sever ties with the 'real' world and life fully in my realm and under my control."

Next to the golden portal a fourth spotlight shined. It illuminated nobody.

"Stepping into the fourth spotlight will return you to the real world. You'll go back to being Anderson Johannson, brilliant scientist in his late sixties. But - You'll remember everything. You'll return as a failure and have to live with the guilt of choosing yourself over your loved ones."

The contestant took in the sight of the four portals looming before them.

"Of course..." The Doctor started, his voice becoming somewhat sinister, "You could take the fifth and final option..."

Slowly, a red portal directly in front of the Doctor materialized. Inside was S.A.M. the tiny robot. He was motionless and wore nothing. The red light glinted off him with an unholy sheen.

"You face me directly in one final round. Winner take all. I don't promise the round will be fair in any way. If you win, everybody will be freed and the Extravaganza will end - forever. If you lose..." Doctor Grungot's gaze drifted to S.A.M. "Let's just say when I tell you 'winner take all' I mean [b] I will take it all. [/b]"

The contestant stood up and knew which portal to enter. They climbed up onto the stage and cautiously stepped into the

[b]*The Red Gate*[/b]

The contestant stood up and knew which portal to enter. They climbed up onto the stage and ran into the red portal.

The dim light burst into a plume of black smoke, encircling the contestant. Of all the personalities within their swirling cloud, the wisest and oldest stepped forth: Anderson Johannson. He was an old, proud and naked man. His dark brown eyes down turned into an angry, determined scowl. He clenched his fists, sending pulsating veins down his rippling arms. His large cock swung low between his muscled, hairy legs. Anderson's hateful stare fell upon a smirking Doctor Grungot. The fog and haze long corrupting once rational, clear thought was fully dissolved. An aura and twinkle of genius once again pervaded Anderson's shadowy form.

Anderson growled, outlined ominously by the smoke, "I refuse to become your slave. I'll find a way to win."

The multicolored beams to the side of Doctor Grungot clicked off one at a time until only two remained: Andersons and Grungots. Grungot turned his head down, casting his face in shadow; though Anderson could still see his mocking grin. Once Grungot was, himself, cloaked in darkness, Anderson stood in the only remaining light. He could still feel the desperate presence of the other poor souls around him; but he couldn't see them.

All at once, pained screeches from every contestant enveloped the air surrounding him. Each one screamed bloody murder. Anderson started to cover his ears but stopped. He wasn't afraid. The lights above the stage began to strobe and flicker, wildly swinging back and forth with no rhyme or reason. The figures around him writhed and convulsed, their faces contorted into nighmarish, inhuman configurations. Their limbs cracked and folded unnaturally. All the while, the Doctor stood motionless in the center.

Then, as suddenly as the contestants started, they stopped. The lights continued to strobe and flail wildly but each contestant froze. Some were still contorted into impossible configurations with bone and muscle tearing and protruding.

"YOU WILL NOT HELP US. YOU WILL SUFFER." Their collective voices droned out.

Anderson's eyes found his daughter Melody. His reason for being here, the light of his life. She was trapped in a grotesque, warped version of his own body as a drooling idot named Liam. She lay on the ground, one leg broken and wrapped up and around her back. A horrifying dark liquid oozed from her mouth while blood gushed from a hole in the side of her head. The scant remnants of an ear dangled uselessly, smeared in the crimson flow.

He remembered caring for Melody as a single father when her mother passed away. He was so afraid - how could he care for a fourteen year old girl all by himself? He was a scientists, not a caretaker. He spent long, sleepless nights cursing the sun as it rose. The lifeless light of another day without his wife. The whole world was a dull shade of gray. Food and drink lost all taste. Comforts he used to indulge in gave no pleasure. He thought nobody in the world could understand his loss. He waited to die. If there was an afterlife he would join his beloved there. If there wasn't? At least he wouldn't continue his pointless existence without her.

But as Anderson stood in the swirling red smoke, with a scene straight from hell laid out before him; he knew Melody was the only thing that mattered. He remembered his little girl comforting him when her mother's loss hit him hardest. HE was supposed to be the strong one...but it was she that told him everything would be okay. She was so fearless...and she was there for him when he needed her most. The only other person in the world that understood how he felt...As he watched her grow and become an amazing, smart and confident young woman he realized he had found the light, color and purpose in his life...and that insane piece of shit Harold Grungot was trying to take it away from him.

Anderson forced his gaze away from his disfigured daughter and back to Grungot. His mind was focused. His body was strong. His resolve was unwavering. His spirit was filled with hate. He WOULD rescue Melody.

"I'm ready." Anderson stated plainly.

"I disagree," Doctor Grungot started, his voice filled with malice, "but I won't hold that against you. We'll be reliving an old experience we once shared. As it progresses, I'll slowly change you. Your only goal is obtaining the same verdict. Good luck, Dr. Johannson."

With his final word, the flickering lights ceased and Anderson was left in darkness.

**********

Anderson rubbed his tightly shut eyes before replacing his glasses and slowly opening them. The stale light illuminated a giant room before him. Anderson sat in a tall, comfortable leather chair three tiers up; absolutely towering over the room. He was alone in an ornately carved wooden circle with a small desk set before him. The circle was pushed against the back wall of the room which was a rectangular shape and stretched hundreds of feet towards a large wooden door on the far end. Anderson's seat presided over the area making him feel powerful and in charge. On the small desk was a shiny black gavel and a stack of papers. Below the top tier, a few feet down, was a collection of three smaller wooden circles with slightly smaller chairs and less opulence, occupied by a trio of stuffy looking old scientists. Anderson peered over the side of his circle and saw the third tier a few feet below that. Rows of padded wooden chairs lined the third tier with forty or so just as stuffy, old scientists. Below them, on the ground floor, were rows upon rows of black folding chairs. In them were scientists of all ages, sexes and races. They faced each other, lining the room and leaving an empty corridor leading all the way to the far door. Anderson noticed that as each row went back, the occupant of the seats looked a bit younger and less experienced. Finally, standing behind the rows were young people who looked straight out of school. Every person sitting down was wearing a lab coat of some description while the young people standing did not. Anderson also noticed these young people were mostly female and some of them were dressed rather inappropriately. Though the room was vast, it was almost completely filled with people. Despite that, nobody seemed to be talking. It was eerily silent.

Anderson clenched his fists a few times and sighed. He knew exactly what Harold was doing. They would be reliving Harold's board review and eventual termination from the League. The reason Harold hated him so much. Anderson examined the room and its quiet inhabitants another time. He had to hand it to Harold, the detail put into this simulation was incredible. Even the mannerisms of his esteemed High Council was properly captured. High Councilor Dr. Calvin Bolivar shifted in his tiny wooden circle in the second tier, running his hands through his greasy toupee like he always did. He pulled at his long purple robe, clearly not as comfortable in the garment as he wanted to be. Even the carpet and wall fixtures were correct. Harold had spent a lot of time making this.

Anderson opened the top drawer in the small desk and procured a hand mirror. He checked his features. He appeared to be back in his mid fifties. That made sense, this incident occurred many years ago. He wore his thick, unkempt black beard and mustache which some called unprofessional (Though they did so under their breath and behind closed doors). He had rugged, manly features with a heavy brow, squared jaw and rough, coarse skin. His bald head shone in the light while his large hairy ears looked right at home holding his thick glasses. A prominent Adams apple surged out beneath the scraggles of his beard.

As Anderson examined himself, the far door to the room creaked open and Doctor Harold Grungot calmly stepped inside. Anderson gripped the mirror tighter and closed the drawer. What little talking or noise remained quieted immediately as Harold made his way across the carpeted floor. Anderson smoothed his long black robe and took a few deep breaths. His hand swept across his hard, muscular chest. As Harold neared, Anderson could see he was also quite a bit younger. His stark white lab coat was very rigid as he moved. Harold's hair had a bit of color and length in it and his face had fewer wrinkles. Harold's stride was powerful and confident. His gaze was fixed forward while every eye in the room was following him. He came to a stop in front of the tiers which rose up in front of him. Anderson looked down his prominent nose at Harold. He felt control over the situation, remembering a similar feeling during the real review.

The two men stared at each other for a few long moments. Anderson hesitated, all he had to do was get through the review. It shouldn't be a problem, what Harold did was clearly wrong. Anderson sighed, remembering his long years as the President of the High Council. If Harold wanted a real trial, he was prepared to give it to him.

Anderson was the first to speak, "Doctor Harold A Grungot. You stand accused of crimes against humanity via experimentation into genetic alteration on unwilling subjects. Further, you stand accused of torturing your subjects and acting in a mannor most unbecoming of your station. Do you understand the charges set against you?"

Harold smiled, "Yes, I understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Anderson reached his rough, masculine hand up to his bushy beard which had begun to itch with intensity. He looked down at the mirror in his hand, it displayed the words 'Beard trim'. As he stroked his beard, he noticed it was cleanly cut in a short but still very manly configuration. Well, he looked more professional at least. Anderson was sure his higher ranking colleagues would approve.

Anderson continued, his booming voice echoed in the long room, "And how do you plead to these charges?"

Harold responded softly, "Esteemed President, I wholly and unequivocally deny the charges."

Again, as Harold's sentenced concluded, Anderson felt an itch. This time, it centered on his chest and he slipped his hand under his robe to discretely scratch himself. he found that his hard, prominent chest was void of its usual carpet of hair. When he replaced the robe, it rubbed against his smooth chest giving him goose bumps.

"Let the record show the accused has answered in the negative. Doctor Grungot, do you wish to resign at this time or continue with a full review?"

"I would like to continue with a full review."

A numbness in Anderson's lips caught him off guard for a second. He looked down at the mirror clutched in his hand and saw 'Lips plumper'. He checked himself quickly in the mirror seeing his lips were, indeed, a bit thicker than before, though they still clearly belonged to a male.

Speaking through his newly expanded lips provided a bit of trouble for Anderson, but it was nothing he couldn't get under control easily. He read off the paper in front of him through his spectacles, "As is your right, Doctor Grungot. Between the dates of 6 July and 16 July of this year, evidence has arisen indicating that you offered an entire class of students additional academic credit if they participated in an experiment. As the evidence shows, you failed to disclose the danger of ced experiment in which you genetically altered the students in ways that are, as of yet, irreversible. There were also multiple casualties as a result. This experiment was not given proper authorization or consideration by this, or any other council of note. The resulting fallout from this incident has not only brought into question the validity and safety of our program but of our profession as a whole. You have disgraced the scientific community willfully and without just cause. Do you deny any of these serious accusations?"

Anderson didn't want to give any control of the conversation to Harold but he had to allow him the ability to speak for this to be a proper review. So long as he limited the time Harold spoke, the changes might not become so significant.

"I cannot disagree with the content of your accusations, President Johannson, but I do disagree with your interpretation and opinions of its significance. You appear to be operating under the impression that I will stand before the congregation here and denounce my research and grovel for your forgiveness. In reality, I believe by the end of this review I will show everybody here that your opinion, President Johannson, should carry no weight whatsoever.

Once Harold finished, Anderson felt multiple changes affecting him. He checked the hand mirror and saw, 'Mustache trimmed, ears smaller, shoulders smaller'. It was true, he checked his long hairy ears and found they were still hairy but smaller. They looked a little silly on Anderson's large head. He was still a tall and imposing figure but as his shoulders shrunk a bit Anderson could see he looked less impressive than before. Finally, his mustache itched momentarily and it became trimmed and orderly.

Anderson's voice was still powerful and loud, though he could feel his confidence beginning to wane. "Please let the record show that Doctor Grungot has entered a plea of no contest on the content of the accusations."

"President Johannson, If I may," Harold began, "I would like the opportunity to have some sort of explanatory opening statement. I think our colleagues gathered here deserve a more informative platform to base their decision on. Don't you think?

Anderson's bulging biceps constricted and began shrinking. Meanwhile, his field of view dropped down a bit as he lost a few inches in height. Finally, his bulbous, flared nose thinned out and became smaller. He still had a generous amount of muscle in his upper body, but he would certainly be lifting lighter weights in the gym. He continued to make the small desk area look tiny, but with his slightly diminished height he had to crane his neck a bit more to see the tier just below him. Anderson checked his face in the mirror quickly to see his nose was average size and no longer dominated his face.

Anderson cleared his throat, "No, Harold, it would not be appropriate to-"

"If I may, President Johannson," Dr. Bolivar croaked in his tired rasp from the tier below, "I believe Doctor Grungot deserves to have all possible courtesy and respect afforded to him by the congregation in this process."

The sea of people murmured in response.

"Dr. Bolivar, I recognize your statement and add my voice to it." Dr. Alton Zadeen, second of three Doctor's on the high council chirped.

"Thirded." Dr. Cecil Gabbor coolly added from the third and final seat in the second tier.

Anderson gulped, he had been overruled by his own council! He'd lobbied to get these ungrateful little...it was no matter.

Anderson started, "President recognizes the High Council's ruling and-"

Harold interjected, "Not very presidential. Overruled by your own high council? Why don't you just step down: High Councilor Johannson? [b] Step down [/b]"

Anderson became dizzy for a few seconds. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in the top tier. He felt out of place and it was just...all wrong. His head was spinning. He remembered now...the President was out on...other important business. He had appointed Anderson to lead Harold's review as a High Councilor. That's right, of course! Anderson was a high Councilor, he belonged in the second tier, not the top tier. Anderson pushed himself away from the small desk, grabbing his hand mirror and descending down the tiny staircase to his usual seat in the second tier. He smoothed out his purple robe which denoted him as a highly respected High Councilor. Anderson examined the small area, much less grand than the President's top tier. One day soon, he hoped to ascend to President, but High Councilor would do for now. He checked his hand mirror and examined his face. His chiseled, manly features were hairless now; no sign of his beard or mustache remained. He rubbed his rough but hairless skin and noticed that while his facial hair was gone, the hair atop his head had grown out. He could barely pinch the dark hair with his fingers as they were so short, but it gave him a completely different look. Finally his vision blurred for a second and he felt a change in his brain but couldn't quite figure out what.

Anderson realized he was staring at himself in the mirror for a long period of time. The other high councilors were waiting and looked over at him with confusion.

Harold cocked his head to the side and asked, "Are you with us, High Councilor?"

Anderson coughed as an annoying scratch tickled his throat. He croaked in his still masculine, but much higher tenor voice, "Yes, sorry for the interruption. My colleagues in the High Council have elected to allow you to speak. While I remind them, and all members gathered in this congregation, that the President has vested his trust and power in me while away, I recognize the 2 to 1 ruling and will adhere to their will. You may now issue an opening statement, Harold. Keep it brief, sir, I wish to call a vote on this matter in short order."

Harold smiled and nodded to Anderson before addressing the entire assembly, "Thank you, High Councilor Johannson. I'll begin by explaining exactly what happened, hopefully shedding some light for the congregation."

Anderson's coarse, calloused skin softened a bit all over his body. His skin was not silky smooth but it was no longer grating and rough. His purple robe rubbed against his smoother, hairless chest making a shiver crawl up his spine. Anderson cracked his knuckles while Harold spoke, his thick, prominent fingers thinning out and becoming a bit shorter. His hands were still somewhat masculine but with smoother skin and smaller proportions they were definitely moving towards feminine. His smaller hands continued to clutch the mirror.

Harold continued, "On the date listed by High Councilor Johannson, I did, in fact, perform an experiment using school aged test subjects. These subjects were offered an academic incentive to participate, but it was by no means mandatory. They were briefed on the expectations and possible dangers of participation and many elected to continue."

Anderson checked the mirror: Feet shrink, neck thinner, eyes bigger. His feet twitched in his shoes. He noticed that there was a lot more room in his shiny, black dress shoes. Not a crazy amount, just enough for the shoes to be clearly not appropriate for his feet. He took a sharp breath as his thick, muscled neck thinned out between his smaller but still somewhat masculine shoulders. With the smaller neck, his Adams apple actually stuck out even more. Finally, Anderson blinked a few times as the size of his eyes increased. They were no longer tiny, beady and calculated but fairly average sized. He adjusted his thick glasses and continued listening to Harold.

"I provided no undue risk that was not spelled out specifically in the research contract they signed. A contract that I forced them all to read through and through to avoid any doubt in its legitimacy or clarity. It was never my intention for complications to include the death of test subjects, however, science is seldom without cost; as many of you are keenly aware."

As Harold paused, Anderson felt more changes. He looked in the mirror and saw the brow on his face shifting. His prominent and somewhat protruding brow receeded slightly. It gave his face a smoother, less threatening appearance. The hair of the brow itself was still wily and thick but the bone behind it was less forward. Anderson's leg muscles receeded slightly just as his arm muscles had. Overall, his legs were less muscular and looked thinner overall. Finally, Anderson's entire body tingled as a few years of age slipped away. Emerging wrinkles and signs of age on Anderson's face and body smoothed out and a spike of energy and youth flowed into him. He appeared to be in his mid to late forties now. A bit young to be a high councilor, but he had earned that position with hard work.

Harold continued, "I am filled with regret for the families of those who lost their lives or were forever changed. However, the procedure they performed was critically important and their sacrifice will be forever attributed to a higher cause. If this congregation cuts resources and support to my research and demands my resignation, as suggested by High Councilor Johannson, I'm afraid their lives will have been wasted."

The crowd began murmuring again when Harold stopped speaking.

Anderson allowed them to chatter a bit. He glanced around the room while his body went through a few more changes. He shifted in his chair, feeling like he was resting on a pillow. An injection of fat padded itself around his ass giving him a bit of junk in the trunk. It made his seat quite a bit more comfortable as he no longer had a bony butt. The amount of extra padding wouldn't look too out of place on the average man. Then his pecs began to jiggle. He casually scratched at his chest and felt two small mounds of fat where it didn't belong on a man. They weren't noticeable, especially in his flowy purple robe, but Anderson knew they were there on his somewhat smooth, hairless chest. That was no big deal though, lots of men his age had a bit of sag and girth to their man titties. A third change began, again centering on Anderson's chest. A slight burning sensation from his nipples and it was over. He looked into the mirror: Bigger nipples. He couldn't see them, but Anderson was sure it wasn't a big deal, so he had man titties and some bigger nipples, no one would know.

Anderson quieted the crowd by raising his hand before responding to Harold, "Those poor souls' lives were already wasted by your callousness, Harold. I fear you've misinterpreted the rules governing dangerous experiments. While, yes, you did have the children sign contracts: you were still their instructor. They trusted you - clearly with their lives. You betrayed that trust and used your station as instructor to pressure them. Additionally, I would point out that this incident is not a single event. It wasn't as if you performed the experiment once and realized afterwards it was too late. Thirty-eight times you administered your twisted technology on these hopeful youths. Tell me, did you become 'filled with regret' after the first or second student died?"

The crowd gasped and Harold momentarily looked flustered. Anderson grinned, he had Harold right where he wanted him!

Anderson continued, his tenor voice brimming with confidence, "The ends seldom justify the means, Harold. You went too far. I think the congregation can see that. I urge you to apologize to the scientific community and those you have wronged. I then urge you to resign. Perhaps one day you can return and contribute something, but that day is not now. I believe it's now time to call a council vote."

More murmurs from the crowd.

Harold's face seemed to tremble, anger was boiling up in him.

He growled, "No! I won't let you do this again!" Harold slowly turned and pleaded to the crowd, "I did what was necessary for the future of humanity!"

Anderson's penis lost a few inches in length. The hair on his arms, legs and most other places receded into his body. His hairless legs and arms slid across his robe, it was a strange feeling, but he didn't have time to dwell on it, he was so close!

"Enough! I'm ordering you to be silent, Harold. As a High Councilor I-"

"High Councilor?" Doctor Grungot laughed, "I think you are mistaken, Councilman Johannson."

Andy felt weird again. His vision blurred and he removed his glasses. He didn't need them anymore. His skin smoothed out even more becoming very silky with nearly no blemishes or callouses. He was out of place again. He stood and stepped down the stairs to the proper tier. He adjusted his heavy lab coat atop his long collared shirt and tie. His shoes were thankfully smaller and fit him much better. He sat in a chair with the thirty-nine other councilmen. His head tingled again and he lost a few iq points. He remembered now! The president was out on some business. The high council appointed him to run this review to see if he had what it takes to be a high councilor. What an amazing opportunity for him! He was doing so well too. He took a deep breath, checking his chest and being thankful his shirt obscured his embarrassing man boobs.

"Of course, Doctor Grungot. Though I am still a councilor and deserve respect."

"Of course, Councilman, I would not deny you respect. Now let's thing rationally for a few seconds. I still have plenty to argue on this matter."

Andy's hair poofed out and fell to ear level. He brushed it behind his ear. His penis tingled again and reduced another two inches. It was now laughably tiny and was, thankfully, obscured in his black dress pants. Also contained in his baggy dress pants were his thighs which thickened with layers of fat. His legs had gone from extremely muscular to normal and now...a little on the thicc side. He lost another few years of age. He was now an increasingly effeminate man in his late thirties.

He had to push through! "I t-think this review has already run its course. High Councilor Bolivar, do you agree, sir?"

Dr. Bolivar woke up from a power nap he had been taking. "Uhm...Well if Doctor Grungot has more to say on this matter it is important we hear him out. Please continue Harold."

Andy grumbled. He couldn't wait til he was a High Councilor one day. Then he wouldn't have to listen to that stuffy old...

Doctor Grungot nodded his head towards Dr. Bolivar and spoke, "Thank you High Councilor. As I was saying, the ends sometimes DO justify the means despite what Councilman Johannson says. The discovery's gained from these experiments were instrumental in harnessing transformative and mind altering technology. Imagine a world where a person can look and be however they want!"

Andy stretched his jaw. It slimmed down and rounded off. His face lost more edges and teetered further towards femininity and youth. Andy's forehead shrank a bit making his head marginally smaller overall and his facial structure more female. His wily, unkempt eyebrows thinned out and looked meticulously maintained.

Andy's throat was scratchy and his voice came out androgynous, if you closed your eyes you couldn't tell if a man or a woman was speaking, "We already discussed it. The ends NEVER justify the means. How can you kill multiple young people and claim scientific advancement as an excuse?"

Doctor Grungot responded fervently, "You're talking about scientific advancement that could help billions! You can't make an omelette without cracking a few eggs, Councilman!"

The sideburns on Andy's face disappeared making him look more feminine. His stomach cinched inwards but was thankfully still hidden by his thick coat.

Andy needed to end this quickly, "Listen, students of yours can't properly consent to participating in a dangerous experiment, they're kids! Again, I make a move for an immediate vote-"

Doctor Grungot interrupted, "They were all over the age of majority. Individuals who were perfectly healthy and consenting adults. They were fully briefed and understood all the risks."

Andy grunted with his androgynous voice as he heard a loud *CRACK* in his hips. They surged outward and pressed against his black dress pants. Coupled with his slightly thickened thighs and somewhat cinched in waist, he was taking on a suspiciously non-masculine figure. His cheekbones rose up giving him a cuter, rounded, youthful and more feminine look. Now not only was his figure looking suspiciously feminine but so was his face. Finally, Andy's vision shifted down as he lost more inches in height. He was below six foot now.

Doctor Grungot shook his head and started, "You know I've already-"

"That's quite enough, Doctor Grungot!" Andy interjected, desperate to stop Doctor Grungot from finishing more sentences.

Doctor Grungot scoffed, "I will not be interrupted by a common researcher. Why are you sitting with your superiors like you're on their level? I demand you return to your proper seat."

Andi hung his head and nodded. He didn't belong with the councilmen. He stood up and out of the padded chair then descended the staircase to the ground floor. His clothes shifted and his lab coat became much thinner while his button up long sleeve became a fairly muted tan t-shirt. His pants tightened and his somewhat feminine figure was displayed more prominently. He locked eyes with Doctor Grungot who was around his height. Andi's slightly jiggly chest puffed out his shirt which furthered his femininity. Andi cleared his throat and nearly choked on a huge lump stuck there! The people around him watched with confusion as he choked the massive lump down. When it was finally past, he reached up and felt his smooth neck. No more Adams apple. Not only was his neck thinner but it was perfectly flat like a woman. Andi brushed his shoulder length brown hair behind his ear, being sure to avoid the small hoops in his ears. His long hair was fairly well maintained, but was far from silky smooth.

He was just a researcher, sitting in the crowd. What possessed him to stand up and argue with Doctor Grungot? That guy had a reputation for being brilliant! Andi's head tingled as his IQ dropped to average. The only person willing to stand up to Dcotor Grungot was the President - but he wasn't here today for some reason. Maybe Doctor Grungot did something to him?

Doctor Grungot raised his eyebrows and looked at Andi expectantly. "S-sorry Doctor Grungot. I was just trying to play devil's advocate."

"What is your name, young....man?" Doctor Grungot asked angrily.

Andi yelped as their penis disappeared completely leaving them with nothing but smoothness between their legs. No genitals at all. Their pants clung tightly against their skin.

"Andi...Sir..."

"Where's your name tag? Are lowly employees not required to wear identification badges anymore? What happened to this once fine organization?"

Andi blushed as they reached into their coat pocket and fished out their name tag. It read 'Andi Johannson - Research'. They quickly began pinning it to their coat. As they did, Andi's wrists became thinner and smaller. Following that was their hands which diminished even further leaving them decidedly feminine. Andi realized they didn't have their mirror! They frantically reached into their coat pocket and felt relief as they touched the hard plastic object. Andi pulled out the compact and opened it up, examining their reflection.

Doctor Grungot nodded, "That's much better. Please remember your place and don't interrupt me again."

Andi nervously nodded and kept their head down, looking at their feet. Feet which shrank even further. They were thinner and smaller than before. Andi's toes were swimming in their mens size 9 but couldn't see exactly how tiny they were now. Andi's shoulders receded yet again. It looked like he hadn't seen the inside of a gym in his life. They were pitifully small and weak. His coat fit loosely on his diminished body.

Doctor Grungot faced towards the tiers and spoke, his focus away from Andi who felt like another meaningless face in the crowd. Andi kept their head down to avoid further embarrassment. If they ever wanted to be a councilor they would have to keep the damage done today to a minimum.

"My research will be an incredibly valuable asset. Not only to this congregation but to the world as a whole. I don't know the anonymous party that brought forth these accusations against me, but certainly they must be unfounded so I can continue."

Andi did everything they could to keep from drawing attention to themselves as more years slipped away leaving them somewhere in the late twenties. Even for the position they had - researcher - late twenties was a bit too low. Andi looked around and saw they were one of the younger people seated. Andi's arms felt like lead balloons as they lost what muscle remained. They were basically flesh covered sticks at this point. Andi could feel how small and pathetic their muscles were through the lab coat. As Andi was examining their arms, the small breasts hanging from their chest began to expand. They puffed outward and became a bit of a handful. They were definitely noticeable pressing against Andi's t-shirt though they didn't dare cop a feel with everybody around.

Doctor Grungot continued, "And you know, another thing. Not only should my research be continued, but I would like a little more recognition in the form of resources and title from this organization. I feel as though I'm doing a lot of this on my own. I will certainly need more researchers and research assistants."

Andi's legs lost all muscle definition but retained the bit of fat added earlier. A tiny bit of their size and girth was lost which actually made Andi look a bit more masculine in their tight pants. Multiple parts of Andi's face tingled. First, their lips puffed up even more becoming 'full'. Their nose shrank yet again. It could really only be described as 'cute button nose' now. It was a far cry from the huge, flared nose they had just a few minutes prior. It had tiny little nostrils and was slightly upturned. Andi's eyes bulged out yet again and took up a larger part of their face. With their high, prominent cheekbones, rounded jaw, smaller forhead, lack of sideburns, full lips, button nose, diminished and shaped brow, small ears, thin, slender neck with lack of Adams Apple and large eyes, Andi's face had become strikingly feminine.

Doctor Grungot turned and pointed to Andi who instantly felt butterflies in their stomach.

"This girl, for example. I think her name was...Anna or something? I demand research assistants like her on my team; dumb and pliable. Stand up and join me, girl."

Anna instantly jumped up and did as she was instructed. Her lab coat disappeared leaving her wearing a stylish pink blouse and a tight pair of black pants. Her thin, weak arms were fully on display, nobody would mistake those for the arms of a man. She stood on black flats. Her shoulder length brown hair was curled behind her ear and it framed her feminine face. She had a bit of a figure to her as she made her way across the carpet with her head down. A name tag on her shirt read 'Anna Johannson - Research Assistant' As she made her way over, an audible crack changed her gait and he hips flared out wider. She had begun swaying her feminine hips while walking. What remained of the masculine angles on her face and the remaining power in her brow disappeared leaving her smooth and...well girly. Speaking of brow, the corners of them raised up slightly which actually made her eyes look bigger while her already nonexistent brow looked even less prominent. They also thinned out and were perfectly plucked. Finally, a slight sucking feeling between her legs finished what had already been started down there. Cradling her newly formed, cute little pussy was a comfortable pair of cotton panties while her slight breasts were tightly held in a matching bra. The tightness of the pants showed clearly that she didn't have anything dangling between her legs. Overall, she looked like a tall but mostly plain young woman.

Anna approached Doctor Grungot and stared at the ground. He motioned for her to stand behind him. She carefully stepped behind and waited. She could see the top of his head.

Doctor Grungot spoke directly to Anna but kept his voice loud enough for all to hear, "What do you think, Anna? Would you like to help me make the world a better place?"

Anna furrowed her brow. Something about this wasn't right. She was supposed to...stop this man. She noticed her thighs begin bulging outward as she thought, fat replacing the muscle that had been lost and then some. Her thick thighs pressed tightly against the pants. When she looked up to respond, Anna had to crane her neck upwards as she had lost five inches of height! Doctor Grungot stood almost directly over her, staring her down. She felt his power wearing her down to nothing.

Deep down, she wanted to say no. she wanted to tell him to go to hell. But what came out was an androgynous squeak, "Y-yes I want to make the world better..."

Doctor Grungot smiled and put his hands on her weak, drooping shoulders, "That's good, young lady, I want to make the world better too. Do you think letting people be whoever or whatever they want to be would be very beneficial to society? Can you see why that's a very good thing?"

Anna blinked hard a few times as he large eyes became a shimmering, innocent blue. Her B cup breasts felt very hot as they surged forward. Ounce after ounce of feminine fat gushed into Anna's chest. When they finished, her tits were around a D cup. They pressed hard against her blouse which clearly was not meant for a woman with her chest size based. Anna groaned in her feminine alto pitch. She reached up and around her back. She hurriedly unclasped her B cup bra and dropped it to the floor. The crowd gasped and began murmuring among themselves. Her big nipples were obvious through the top as she was no longer wearing a bra. Her face turned bright red, but she didn't have a choice, the bra was too tight!

"Silence," Grungot boomed, "Let her respond!"

Anna's ass filled with more fat. Coupled with her expanded hips, her pants wouldn't last much longer.

Her melodic, alto pitch sounded demure, "It does sound like a good thing, Doctor Grungot, Sir..."

Grungot picked up the bra Anna had dropped. He read the tag. Grungot held it up and spoke to the crowd, "Looks like Anna the secretary graduated from a 36B to a 36D! Quite the bold way to show everybody though!"

The crowd burst into laughter. Anna's cheeks burned red and she clenched her eyes shut, wishing she was anywhere else. Doctor Grungot laughed down at her as well. Due to the embarrassment, she didn't notice her jaw finishing its transformation as well as her chin. They thinned out and gave her a delicate appearance. A small number of years also slipped away from Anna and she appeared to be 24 or 25 now. She wore a tight black longsleeve shirt which hugged her breasts tightly. It had a deeply plunging neckline that gave her an abundance of cleavage. Her dark hair lengthened and fell to mid back. A green skirt wrapped itself around her hips and ass. She had on a black pair of panties but her breasts had no bra whatsoever so her nipples poked into the shirt. The shirt/skirt combo left her navel (and a lot of skin) exposed. She stood on 3 inch black heels. Her name tag now read 'Anna J - Secretary (Dr. H Grungot)'

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When Anna looked up at Doctor Grungot, she realized why she didn't have her bra. He still held her it in his hand. It changed to a black push up in size 36D which matched her panties. He twirled it around his fingers, staring down at her expectantly.

Doctor Grungot scoffed, "Are you missing something, my dear? A bit cold in here, huh?"

Another roar of laughter rose from the crowd. Anna wrapped her arms around her protruding breasts while her cheeks burned crimson yet again. As she did, however, she let out a soft moan. Her already large nipples increased in size again becoming extremely feminine in appearance. They were also incredibly sensitive! She was forced to relent, allowing her rock hard nipples to poke through the shirt. Her waist cinched in thinner, like a belt had been tightened further. With this second contraction, she looked very thin. It gave her more of an hourglass figure. She rubbed her hands along her curves worryingly.

"P-please give it back, Sir." Anna whispered.

Doctor Grungot grinned and pulled the bra away, "Tell you what: you answer a few questions for this wonderful crowd and i'll consider giving this bra back to you? Sound fair enough?

Anna felt dizzy for a second, her whole center of gravity seemed to shift. Her legs stretched a few inches longer while her torso shortened. She didn't gain or lose any height, but her overall height was distributed more in her legs. Her delicate torso looked even more so on her longer legs. Another change wracked through Anna though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was as her entire body tingled.

Anna hesitated then responded, "S-sounds okay."

The crowd cheered, "Okay, first question: Are you a man or a woman?"

Anna furrowed her brow. She brushed her curly blonde, mid back length hair out of her face.

"A woman...I think a woman." She pondered.

Doctor Grungot mocked her, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, "A woman, you THINK?" He procured a small machine and, before Anna could stop him, placed it onto her arm where it pricked her skin.

Doctor Grungot stared at the machine, waiting for results. Anna's brain felt fuzzy as her IQ dropped well below average. She gained a dopey smile.

The machine beeped and Doctor Grungot smiled, "Well would you look at that."

He flipped the machine towards Anna. A small screen read 'XX - FEMALE'.

Doctor Grungot continued, "Guess that settles that! You're a woman."

Anna ran her fingers through her long, curly blonde hair. Her nails lengthened significantly and grew a blood red shine. She used her newly enhanced nails to brush her hair. A numbness filled her brain for a few seconds until finally clearing. When she regained focus, she glanced around and noticed her perception of the crowd changed. The scantily clad young women standing in the back row were just competition. She noted a few strategies they were using that might come in handy but breasts were just breasts...hips were just hips and vaginas? She wasn't interested in those. But the men...she eyed the crowd. They were mostly older guys, but some of them were fairly hunky. One in particular had a big barrel chest and tight muscles. His dark hair was swept back and he had a five o'clock shadow on his chiseled face and his eyes were mysterious and...her eyes found the impressive bulge between his legs. It tented his pants just enough. Her mouth watered and her little pussy started to dampen. A long red fingernail found its way into her mouth as she bit on the tip of her nail suggestively while staring at the man's crotch. Though she wasn't really paying attention, her normal sized ears contracted until they were fairly tiny. They matched with her already diminished facial features.

Doctor Grungot broke her trance, "Hello, Earth to Annabelle! Honestly, girl, you're lucky I keep you around. There are a lot of other interns that would love working for me."

Annabelle gulped. Her already thin neck became even more so until it was delicate and tiny. Her shimmering, innocent blue eyes grew even larger. They ended at huge and doe eyed. It looked like she had a contestant twinkle of fear in her gaze. A black short skirt encased her upper thighs while an extremely tight dark red blouse barely contained her upper body. She stood on four inch black heels with open toe. She could see her toenails were painted the same dark red as her fingers. Her curly blonde hair hung loosely down her back. She wore a pair of frilly red panties with no bra. The name tag attached to her left boob now read, 'Annabelle - Intern (Dr. H Grungot) Additionally, a few more years fell away. She looked to be in her late teens maybe very early twenties.

"Sorry...Doctor Grungot, Sir. I'll try to focus better." Annabelle whined.

"It's okay, little lady. You can't help it, you're just a naive little girl, aren't you? Say it, say you're a naive little girl and my research is important."

Annabelle shrank down another five inches. Without her heels she was barely over five feet now! She was a tiny woman. Annabelle rubbed at her face. A light dusting of makeup coated her features including some powder, eyeliner, mascara and a layer of bright red lipstick. Thankfully, the rubbing didn't displace the makeup which appeared to be durable. Annabelle's feet and hands shrank one last time. Her feet looked to be about a women's size 5 or 6 while her hands were silky and delicate. Her long nails made them look even smaller. Her toes fiddled around in her 4 inch heels which were far too big now.

"I-i'm a n-naive little girl and Doctor Grungot's research is important..." Her voice was so weak.

Doctor Grungot began pacing down the aisle while twirling a lacy red bra around his fingers. "Why would I ask this insignificant, vapid, little intern to say something like that? For those of you that don't know - probably everybody - this air headed little tramp is the one that launched this complaint." The crowd gasped, "I ask this congregation, who do you believe knows what's best in the name of science and discovery? I ask the coucil for an immediate vote to determine the validity of this complaint."

Annabelle's hairline rounded out and swept back, giving her a feminine hairline. She felt another tickle in her throat as her voice became higher still. The bones in her body began to shift. Her bones became less dense and moved to accommodate a future child. Her entire skeletal structure shifted to that of a woman's. The makeup on her face thickened. The light dusting of powder was now applied on a foundation. Her mascara and eyeliner was thicker and complete with a dark blue eye shadow which complimented her eyes. The lipstick on her lips thickened and became even bolder. The hoops in her ears expanded. They jingled and flopped around, pulling her little earlobes down.

Dr. Bolivar croaked out, but not before sweeping his toupee back into place, "I believe a vote is appropriate." He stood out of his chair and smoothed out his purple robe before continuing, "All those in favor of allowing Doctor Grungot to continue his research?"

Every single hand in the Council and High Council was raised. Dr. Bolivar glanced around the crowd of hands, looking for any dissension. When he found none he rasped, "The motion passes. This meeting is adjourned."

"Wait, Dr. Bolivar," Doctor Grungot interjected, "If I may, I would like to offer something else."

Annabelle's thin, weak arms shrank upwards, becoming shorter than before. As if any type of physical fighting wasn't already impossible for her, now her reach was even smaller.

"Hm, yes, go ahead Doctor Grungot."

"I would like to put the stripper that accused me of this heinous crime on trial. I hired the woman to come in and show my research team a good time after months of hard work and she fabricates false claims, trying to extort me for money? We cannot allow this to stand."

Annabelle gulped. Her full lips filled even more becoming bee-stung love pillows. Her already jiggly tushy gushed out even farther becoming borderline ridiculous. She absolutely had what could only be described as a 'ghetto booty'. Her clothing shifted again. Her black skirt disappeared leaving only her lacy black panties. Her fat ass gobbled up the panties. A garter belt attached to black fishnets which rose up her somewhat thick, hairless thighs. She stood on six inch open toe black heels and her D cup tits with large, sensitive nipples were completely bare. Her curled blonde hair fell loosely down her back. Annabelle reached up and cupped her bare breasts. Her cheeks were crimson and she stood before the tiers. A tingle in her head indicated yet another drop in IQ.

Doctor Bolivar's voice droned, "I agree Harold. Lying prostitutes cant be allowed to sully our good name. Go ahead and run the trial, Harold, it shouldn't take long for something so brazen."

Doctor Grungot's grin chilled Annabelle to the bone as he headed towards the tiers. He began ascending the stairs. It was clear her was heading to the top. When he reached the top tier, Doctor Grungot sat in the large comfortable chair. He was clad in a long black robe. He was on high, looking down at everybody who was giving him their undivided attention. He looked powerful. Extremely powerful. Annabelle wasn't sure what to do, but she could feel herself beginning to tremble.

When Doctor Grungot finally spoke, his voice was absolutely booming. It made Annabelle's trembling turn into outright frightened shivering, "Annabella Slut, stripper, prostitute and whore - you stand accused of fabricating alleged misdeeds supposedly perpetrated by this presiding authority. How do you plead?"

Annabella gasped, the breasts beneath her fingers began expanding. Her delicate little hands could do almost nothing to contain them as they surged outward. Despite her best efforts, her 36H breasts were nearly totally exposed to the crowd. Every red blooded man in the room watched her tits with a lustful gaze. When she released them, they flopped downwards and jiggled. She had given up trying to hold them. Another crack and her hips expanded yet again. Coupled with her ghetto booty and cinched in waist, Annabella had an exaggerated hourglass figure. These were birthing hips alright.

Annabella hesitated, she understood very little of what the scary man in the dark robe said to her.

Doctor Grungot laughed mockingly, "It seems the little airhead doesn't understand. I'll try to use small words so she gets it. Did you make up some stuff about me?"

Annabella felt the wind knocked out of her. Her stomach cinched in even farther. Farther than she thought was possible! She looked down past her bouncing tits and found she was missing a row from her ribs. It allowed her waistline to be impossibly small at the cost of making her weaker and more fragile. But that didn't matter, she was as weak as they come; what's a little more? Annabella's hair extended down from her mid back. It grew until it tickled the top of her protruding shelf ass. A few more years slipped away. Annabella looked to be around sixteen or maybe seventeen at most. Her face was the pinnacle of innocence.

Annabella's sing song soprano voice was shy and insecure, "I d-don't know, Sir. I don't remember."

Doctor Grungot guffawed and mocked, "'I d-don't remember' a likely story! Do you know how much time, effort and money was wasted making the entire congregation come here today? There are consequences when little girls lie, you know."

Annabella's thighs expanded, becoming plumper and thicker. They almost touched when Annabella was just standing up straight. She winced as her areola were pierced with a silver barbell. Her nipples were constantly erect. Her body shrank just a little bit more, bringing her total height to just below 5 feet without heels.

"I don't mean to lie, I'm sorry, Sir, please forgive me!"

He twirled the bra around, "Oh, so first you don't remember but now you're sorry when I call you out on it? I guess that all but confirms it, huh? I move to vote on this measure immediately."

Annabella's pussy thickened. Not only was her ass using the panties like floss, but now her vagina was too. Her thick pussy lips were seen by all. Her underwear covered almost nothing. Annabella's hair gained pink highlights and collected into two tall pigtails set on each side of her head. Her throat was scratchy one final time.

Her words were breathy and sounded like they were spoken by a child, "Pwease, I didn't mean to huwt you-"

Doctor Grungot ignored her words and overpowered her, "All those in favor of finding this whore guilty and making her my slave for eternity."

Every hand was raised. Annabella's teeth were filled with colored braces.

"Then the motion passes" Doctor Grungot appeared in front of a sobbing Annabella whose breasts had begun leaking milk.

He was so much bigger than her. He was clad in a flowy black robe with everybody in the room on his side. Meanwhile, A nearly naked, lactating Annabella was viewed as a lying whore by every eye in the room.

Doctor Grungot breathed in the moment as if he had been waiting for it for awhile. He commanded to Annabella, "Get on your knees, whore."

She immediately fell to her knees and stared up at Doctor Grungot. She clicked a red sucker around her braces, enjoying the rush of nicotine. He reached into his robe pocket and removed a familiar black leather collar with a short leash. Doctor Grungot wrapped it tightly around Annabella's neck. She provided no resistance whatsoever. When it was secured in place, he attached the leash and held it tightly. Annabella stared up with wide, innocent eyes, her dripping, H cup tits jiggled back and forth and her pussy was practically dripping onto the carpet in anticipation. Doctor Grungot stood directly in front of Annabella, her leash tightly held in his hand. He displaced his robe and revealed his pulsating cock. Annabella squealed with glee.

"Now," He started, his voice seeming to echo, "You can begin your apology."

A very pregnant Annabella leaned forward and opened her fat pillow lips wide. The second they touched his penis, she felt something significant change. Her brain was all jumbled and fuzzy. When it was over, Annabella shrugged and took his entire length down her throat, stuffing her face into his pubes. The slurping sound of a professional messy blowjob echoed in the rectangular room. Annabella excitedly bobbed her head up and down along his shaft, feeling every vein and fold of skin. One of her tiny hands snaked down between her legs where she pulled aside her useless panties and dug her fingers into her hungry pussy. The other hand swirled around her right tit and pierced nipple. She didn't care that hundreds of people were watching her shameful display. Doctor Grungot gripped her pigtails, using them as handlebars. He angled her face up so her eyes were looking up into his. He grinned and thrust his hips forward, impaling Annabella on his dick. She began sucking, making her mouth hot wet and tight. She pulled her head back and licked around his cock head before plunging back in. She developed a great rhythm and was really getting into it. Her dripping tits bounced in time atop her heavily pregnant belly. Doctor Grungot laughed, clearly enjoying himself. He grabbed her pigtails roughly and began face fucking her. Annabella recognized what was happening and braced herself by grabbing Doctor Grungot around his legs. He was absolutely destroying the tiny Annabella with his aggressive thrusting. He provided her almost no time to breath and she was feeling light headed. She didn't care and enjoyed every second of it; though she wished he was destroying her pussy instead. Her vagina was so lonely and empty...He started slowing his thrusting and his body was shaking, he was getting close. When his thrusting almost stopped completely, Annabella surged forward and doubled her efforts. She was frantically sucking and licking his manhood, begging for his seed. Doctor Grungot pulled Annabella away from his cock and starting jacking himself off, pointing directly into her face. His cock gleamed with Annabella's hot spit. She rubbed her clit and tried to time her orgasm to coincide with his.

"Welcome to your new life." Doctor Grungot grunted as his seed shot out at an excited Annabella.

It was definitely not the heaviest cum shot she had ever received, just a few simple ropes coated the center of her face. Nonetheless, the smell and feel of the semen was overwhelming and she soon screamed in extasy herself, bucking her matronly hips into her fingers; riding a delicious orgasm. A drop of cum dripped onto her new, 'PROPERTY OF DOCTOR GRUNGOT' tattoo gracing her left tit. She wiped the cum on her face, pushing some into her mouth while smearing most of it around. The taste and feeling was divine! When she was finishing up, Doctor Grungot grabbed her by the chin and turned her face upwards. She smiled up at him with a dopey, semen soaked little smile. He like his new toy, he would offer her the chance to apologize often. At least for the near future.

"Is there anybody here that thinks this pregnant whore should be President?" Doctor Grungot yelled to the crowd.

A strongly sweet scent wafted from Annabella's vagina. The crowd screamed, in unison, "NO!"

Doctor Grungot pulled her short leash. Annabella gagged as he lifted her off the ground by the collar, her dripping body hanging limply, controlled completely by his power.

"I will be your President; and together, we will usher in a new age of prosperity! Who's with me!?"

The crowd cheered and chanted, GRUN-GOT GRUN-GOT. Annabella's navel stung as a silver stud appeared there. Another sting in her sopping pussy indicated she was pierced there too. Both her hands grasped at her collar which was severely cutting off her air supply. She weakly clawed at it, but it was no use. Doctor Grungot raised his arm up and the crowd cheered.

"Start with this bimbo! Show her how we treat lying cunts!"

He threw her to the ground and began walking towards the door her came in. The tendons in Annabella's ankles shortened making her reliant on high heels. Her thong disappeared, she no longer desired to wear undergarments of any kind. Why would she need those? Its just an extra step for a cock to get in there. The crowd swarmed towards her. She was quickly overpowered and assaulted by dicks everywhere.

Doctor Grungot turned back to see the fruits of his labor. A deeply moaning Annabella was being double penetrated while sucking multiple guys off and working even more with her hands. Another man was sliding himself between her milky tits, another used her delicate feet while another jacked off using her curly pink-blonde pigtails. He listened to her breathy moans and high pitched grunts with a smile. He figured he would leave her here for awhile: break her in properly. He exited the tall wooden door and shut it behind him, being sure to lock it so nobody could leave unless he let them. He placed the key into his robe pocket and took a deep breath. Who else had wronged him?

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