Round 51

[b]*Round Fifty One*[/b]

Annabelle appeared on a soccer pitch. The grass was soft and slightly overgrown, but a brilliant shade of green. There were no walls, no enclosed space around her. Sunshine and rolling hills in the far distance. Annabelle breathed deeply, it felt like it had been awhile since she had room to breathe.

She looked down at herself. A tight yellow jersey stretched across her breasts which were held in place by a sports bra. The bra squeezed her breasts together, giving her ample cleavage. She wore a black pair of athletic short shorts that were slightly baggy over her thin thighs; though her thick ass and hips pushed the shorts to their limit. The shorts dug into her pussy and gave her a distinct cameltoe. Annabelle tried to pull the shorts out but they just got eaten back up as soon as she let them go. She stood on shoes that looked like an athletic sneaker had morphed with a five inch heel. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail that tickled her mid back. The golden hoops in her ears felt completely natural now, they swayed back and forth as she looked around the shining area. She felt great, she was clean and smiling; this was the most clothed she had been in awhile.

Annabelle lit up a cigarette and puffed on it as she continued enjoying the open space. She eyed her glistening finger as she took a drag. She couldn't believe she was married woman. How long had she been in here now? It was only at the halfway point. Who would she be on the other side? Well, there was no use sitting around and worrying, she would press on continuing to try and win rounds.

As if on cue, S.A.M. appeared wearing a little striped shirt and a whistle.

"Please welcome Ms. Polermo."

An image of Ms. Polermo appeared. She looked like a woman in her mid forties with obviously augmented lips and breasts which both protruded unnaturally. She wore a tight sheathe dress down to her knees and she stood on tall heels. She had a large amount of gaudy, dangling jewelry and a wide smile. Ms. Polermo's face was highly made up. She looked incredibly fake all around.

The woman's voice was seductive and mature, "Please, darling, call me Mrs. Oxford as I am now heir to the legendary Oxford fortune." She seemed proud and upturned her nose as she finished. She continued, shifting her attention to Annabelle, "My, my, Ms. Johannson, you're positively eating those shorts, look at that front butt! Glad I don't have to deal with that anymore."

"A-actually it's...Mrs. Johnson now..."

"My mistake, honey! I believe congratulations are in order!" Annabelle shifted uncomfortably as Mrs. Oxford continued, "I suppose I should offer you a gift! If you accept my gift you'll get one powerup to use as you will. Should you decline my generous offer, you'll have to complete a challenge to avoid it. What do you say?"

"What's the 'gift'?" Annabelle asked suspiciously.

"Why, Mrs. Johnson, you'll be the proud owner of my collagen filled lips! Look how pretty they are! I would get your natural puffy lips of course."

Annabelle examined Mrs. Oxford's lips. They were unnatural and bloated. It must be difficult for her to speak with these beestung monsters!

"I'll take the challenge." Annabelle muttered.

Mrs. Oxford looked taken aback, "What you don't want my wonderful love pillows? Fine, you'll get them anyway, one way or another!"

S.A.M. waited for her to finish before starting, "Mrs. Johnson will kick footballs into the goal as if on a penalty kick. It will be a best of seven challenge. One kick per ball."

A standard metal football goal appeared on one end of the pitch with a football on the pentalty marker. Annabelle walked slowly to the ball, eyeing the scene. She didn't know much about football but understood the basic premise. Foot meets ball meets goal.

"Begin."

Annabelle took a few breaths and eyed the goal. It was fairly big, it shouldn't be too difficult to kick the ball into it. There weren't any obstacles or barriers or anything.

She stood next to the ball, wound up her heeled foot and kicked. It was anything but a solid kick. It sputtered off her foot and rolled a few yards before coming to a stop short of the goal.

Another ball appeared on the penalty marker.

Annabelle was taken aback. She hadn't even made it to the goal! The increasing odds of outrageously pumped up lips shook her. It would already be difficult enough, but nobody could ever take her seriously with those fakes.

"Nice try, princess!" Mrs. Oxford chuckled.

"Powerup." Annabelle whispered.

The goal posts shook slightly and began to silently widen. They grew and grew until they covered the entire side of the pitch. From corner to corner the goal extended. All Annabelle had to do was get the ball far enough. She felt more confident, so she took a few steps back, electing to do a running kick. She stood in a ready pose and breathed deeply. After a few seconds she pumped her legs quickly and built a bit of speed. One step, two, three...she slipped on the grass and tumbled to the ground with a shriek, not making contact with the ball at all. She quickly stood and shook the dirt off, determined to make solid contact.

Mrs. Oxford's mocking laughter rolled through her bulbous lips.

Annabelle resigned to standing still to kick, too many moving parts with a running start. Her second kick felt much more solid than the first. It bounced once before entering the goal. Without the powerup, however, it definitely would have gone too far left. The goal shut Mrs. Oxford's mocking laughter down. Annabelle repeated her solid kick for three and four. She kicked five too short but finished it off on six. Out of the four goals, only one would have gone in without the goalpost expansion.

As the last shot crossed the line, Annabelle exhaled a sigh of relief. It cost her a powerup, but her lips remained naturally thick for the time being.

"Don't worry, dear, you'll see me again. Sooner than you think!" Mrs. Oxford didn't sound too upset, just annoyed.

The scene began to collapse.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 89

POWERUPS: 3

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

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a ponytail stretching down to the mid 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, WIDE 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.

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

EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with red painted nails; 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 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:A tight yellow jersey stretches across the chest and over a tight sports bra. A black pair of athletic short shorts. A cheap diamond engagement ring on the left ring finger.

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.

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. 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.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking

FAVORITE COLOR: SOLID DARK BROWN

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