Round 61

[b]*Round Sixty One*[/b]

Annabelle appeared on a familiar looking black running track. Rolling green hills in the background with bright sunshine. The center of the oval shaped track was well trimmed grass.

She looked down at herself. She wore a black tank top with spaghetti straps. Her breasts were held tight by a strapless sports bra. A pair of pink short shorts covered the upper half of her thin thighs and nestled deep into her vagina. Her feet were encased with black, closed toe, five inch heels. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail down her back.

When she had gotten her bearings, multiple things hit Annabelle at once. She felt both nauseous and extremely lethargic while her breasts tingled in her tight bra. As she was dealing with these ailments, Danielle appeared.

Danielle wore a flattering black and purple track suit, athletic shoes and her long dark brown hair was in a neat bun. Her thirty six year old visage was plastered with a wide smile. She stood several inches taller than Annabelle who was wearing tall heels.

Danielle examined Annabelle for a few seconds before speaking in an usually soft tone, "Yeah I know the feeling, sister. I guess you and Mr. Johnson were successful, congratulations!"

As Annabelle prepared to vomit she sputtered, "How long is it going to be like this?"

"Well, seeing as how you're in stasis for awhile between rounds, it appears that your body releases all those symptoms at once. Should only last for half of the first trimester. You're what? Three weeks along? A few more weeks then, I reckon."

As Annabelle began to retch, Danielle moved next to her and rubbed her back slowly, "It'll be okay, honey. It's absolutely worth it in the end."

As she wiped her mouth, Annabelle remembered the last time she saw Danielle, using powerups to push her deeper into labor. "Hey, uh, I'm sorry about our last meeting."

Danielle patted her on the back, "It's okay, the twins were coming anyway, you just sped up the process." A few seconds later, Danielle looked down and sighed heavily, "Goddamnit, not here. Turns out I have 'over-active mammery glands'. I decided to formula feed my twins from the get go so it's just annoying. I'm glad I have this specially made milk absorbing bra...but I would prefer if I didn't need to wear it...Even earlyi in the pregnancy I would leak..." She peered over to Annabelle and raised her eyebrows.

Annabelle shook her head, "Oh no, you've already done enough to me, crazy lady. Stop looking at me like that."

S.A.M. appeared with a little sweatband on his tiny robot head.

"Contestants will race one mile around the track which is four laps. First to finish four full laps wins."

Shit. Annablle was lethargic, sensitive, nauseous, had shorter legs and high heels. This was going to be difficult.

"Powerup."

Danielle let out a scream and fell to the ground. She grabbed at her feet which appeared stuck, pointing straight up and down; like she was wearing invisible heels.

S.A.M. stared at Danielle who tried to stand, only to let out a moan of pain and sit back down.

"Would you like to replace your shoes with high heels, Ms. Strauss?" S.A.M.'s monotone voice asked.

"Goddammit, Annabelle, I've got reformed feet now! I'll beat you and give it to you anyway, bad move! And, yes, I'll switch to the heels."

As a pair of black high heels appeared, Danielle shot Annabelle a smug smile as she put them/ on.

"Jokes on you," Annabelle laughed, "I already have reformed feet."

Danielle gasped and contorted her face in anger, " Oh, I'm going to destroy you."

"Is that so?"

"You're still going to lose, you little bitch! I can't believe I tried to be nice to you!"

"Begin."

Both women rocketed off the starting line. However, after a few quick strides, they both slowed significantly; heels weren't exactly made for running. The first quarter mile was just under three minutes. They remained neck and neck but Annabelle could feel herself begin to tire. Her breathing became heavier and heavier. Her strides were shorter than Danielle's, meaning she had to do more in the same time period.

When they reached the halfway point of lap two, Danielle began pulling away at a moderate pace. Annabelle got a farther and farther view of Danielle's swinging ass at the space between them grew.

"Dammit..." Annabelle whispered as the sweat streaked down her face. "Fuck it, powerup."

Danielle grunted as her comfortable looking black and purple tracksuit began to creep up her leg, exposing the smooth, milky skin beneath. She looked down as her long sleeved black and purple top pulled in tighter and tighter. She slowed a bit as the long sleeves disappeared putting her toned arms on display. Her hair fell out of the bun and covered her face before she brushed it aside. She put her head down and pushed a bit faster as the outfit continued to change. She rounded the final corner of the second lap and crossed the line, halfway to go. Annabelle watched as the outfit's legs continued to shorten, going above Danielle's knees and showing no signs of slowing down. Her long, sexy legs pumped along showing the slightest hint of muscle. Her top split from the bottoms and her surprisingly flabby stomach jiggled a bit as she moved. It was probably due to the recent pregnancy, but her stomach definitely had a little extra padding. She reached her hands down a to cover her sweaty paunch, but without her arms she found it was much harder to run. She quickly abandoned hiding her stomach and elected to let her glistening gut jiggle free.

Annabelle was catching up a bit as she huffed along. Her calves burned from the heels but she pressed on. She could tell Danielle was having trouble adjusting to her constantly changing clothes on the fly.

"Y-you cheating - bitch!" Danielle blurted between breaths to a gaining Annabelle.

Danielle gasped as the, now shorts, fused to form a black miniskirt. The skirt rested tightly under a fat roll, exacerbating her increased size. Her hips also looked slightly wider, must have been due to pregnancy. Meanwhile, the top turned a fluorescent teal color and, now, barely covered anything besides her breasts. But it wasn't done there, as the duo reached the halfway point of lap three, Danielle let out a shriek. Her tiny, tight top now held two breasts with no bra! Her boobs flopped back and forth with each movement. They were definitely bigger than Annabelle remembered, probably due to the pregnancy again. Her nipples prominently poked through. After a few strides, dark spots appeared at her nipples and began to expand as Danielle's milk flowed.

"Goddammit! That bra was expensive! You're lucky I don't have any powerups!"

Annabelle pulled slightly ahead around the last corner of the third lap. She looked at Danielle who was a bit of a mess. Her long brown hair fell all over the place while her slightly chubby stomach and pendulous boobs jiggled with each step. Her stomach sat atop a tight black miniskirt which barely covered anything. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked winded with sweat pouring down her face. Honestly, she looked ridiculous in an outfit clearly not meant for exercise.

When Annabelle crossed the starting line and began the last lap, Doctor Grungot's voice rang out in the sky, "Both players have received one free powerup."

"Powerup!" Danielle shrieked immediately.

Annabelle opened her mouth to respond in kind but gagged as her mouth instantly filled with something hard. She stopped running and choked, pulling at the object filling her mouth and throat. The object was held in place by a leather strap that encircled her head. She reached around it and felt a lock. Annabelle pulled at the strap and ripped at the lock but it was to no avail. The object was stuck for the time being. She felt a bit of drool slip off her lip as she surged forward. But, unfortunately, she couldn't breath around the object so breathing had to be done through her nose, limiting her oxygen. She was forced to slow down to try and catch her breath. She also couldn't speak around the object so her gifted powerup was useless. Annabelle had to walk and helplessly watch as Danielle sashayed past her.

Danielle slowed down and turned as she reached the halfway point of lap four. She peered at Annabelle with her deep green eyes. It was clearly over, Annabelle couldn't do much more than walk without feeling like she couldn't breath. Luckily, her gag reflex was all but gone.

"You used two powerups and still lost. Maybe you deserve to become Mr. Johnson's bimbo. I'm just going to make you a better mother, your baby will never be hungry! Aren't I generous?"

With a smirk, Danielle turned and pushed forward, turning the final corner and clicking across the finish line. Annabelle hung her head and walked across the line, approximately sixteen minutes after the start. She felt exhausted.

The lock released and Annabelle pulled the hard object out of her mouth. A six inch pink penis gag slipped out with a *pop*. Annabelle tossed the gag aside and let out a deep sigh.

Danielle stood triumphantly with her hands on her wide hips, the dark circles on her breasts were streaks; the skimpy top was absolutely soaked!

Doctor Grungot's voice rang across the bright sky, "Congrats, Ms. Strauss. You look...slightly worse for wear, but it's a good victory."

Danielle's face turned beat red as she wrapped her arms around her stomach and brushed her hair out of her face.

"I'm a woman of my word. Mrs. Johnson will get my 'over-active mammary glands'." She turned to Annabelle, "Enjoy leaking in just a few short weeks. Yeah, it'll happen that soon, honey."

Annabelle looked down at her cleavage as her nipples tingled. Nothing on the surface looked different. But if that soaking wet shirt Danielle was sporting means anything, Annabelle was in for a milky ride.

The scene began to collapse and Annabelle watched as Danielle squeezed her stomach and shifted uncomfortably. Annabelle was left in the void, she lit up a cigarette and puffed away.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 112 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 1

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. Three weeks along.

HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a loose ponytail.

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 provocatively; 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. Over-active mammary glands.

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 accommodate even the most well endowed.

TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattooed 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: Pink short shorts with a black, spaghetti strap tank top. Strapless sports bra and black five inch 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