Round 63

[b]*Round Sixty Three*[/b]

Annabelle appeared onstage to the roaring of the virtual crowd. The lights burned her eyes, so she closed them tight while they scrambled to adjust.

"Well, well, well, welcome back Mrs. Johnson!" Doctor Grungot yelled into a microphone, much to the crowd's delight. "It's been ages since we saw this tenacious young lady on the stage, let's hear it for her!" The crowd's applause rang out once more.

Annabelle shook her head and adopted a feminine posture before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. She peered around the room at the flickering, grinning audience. It felt so empty and hollow to her. As Doctor Grungot continued his spiel, Annabelle found herself spacing out. She didn't care what the Doctor had to say, she wanted to just get the round started so it could end.

She looked down at herself. A pretty pink spaghetti tank top covered her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra which was clearly evident by her ringed nipples poking against the top. Below the top was a pair of white jeans tightly encasing her thin legs. She stood on five inch open-toe tan heels. Her tiny feet poked out revealing her nails were painted pink now. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back. It was a simple but pretty outfit. She would have preferred having some sort of support on her breasts but it wasn't the worst thing she had worn.

The Doctor droned on a bit longer before his speech was suddenly stopped short and his attention turned to Annabelle. The usual early pregnancy suspects began to assault her. She closed her eyes and held one hand to her forehead. The room felt like it was spinning and she staggered a bit as a wave of fatigue struck her.

When the nausea reached its peak and Annabelle felt she would surely vomit, it was quickly trumped by her breasts which suddenly radiated intense pain. The soreness was turned up to a level it had never reached and Annabelle dropped her cigarette and let out a cry of pain. She pulled up her tank top (much to the crowds enjoyment) and watched as her boobs began to change in front of her. Her large pink nipples darkened slightly while growing in size. They changed from light pink to a dark pink. From feminine to ultra feminine. Before the pain stopped, her already impressive tits inflated another cup size. Every time she blinked they visibly swelled. When it was finally done, the pain, nausea and fatigue dissipated. She exhaled deeply, happy that the ordeal was done for now. She examined her newly expanded breasts. They were still surprisingly perky for their size, but boy were they big. She shook them back and forth marveling at their hypnotic jiggle. She pulled the tank back down, noticing it didn't fit right anymore.

Doctor Grungot spoke, "Ah, the joys of womanhood. I think we can all appreciate that! Let's give this generous girl a round of applause!" The applause rang out. Annabelle just sighed and lit up another cigarette. "All pregnancy related updates aside, let's get down to business. Today we'll be revisiting an old crowd favorite, 'Fetish Corner!'. Please welcome George Little!"

A short, pudgy, greasy looking man fumbled his way onto the stage. The second he saw Annabelle his eyes filled with lust. George had short black hair and a scraggly beard. He wore a long black coat over a faded t-shirt and jeans. He looked like he hadn't showered in quite a while. He waddled close to Annabelle whose nose furrowed at his foul stench. He smiled at her with grody, yellow teeth. A few awkward seconds passed where George stood too close and breathed too heavily.

"Hello pretty lady..." George spewed out. His voice was squeaky and slow as he continued, "I've been watching you..." He pulled himself even closer to Annabelle who opened her eyes wide as she pulled away from him.

"Okay now, Mr. Little, let's let our beautiful contestant have some room to breath. Please explain your proposal to her." Doctor Grungot said as he lightly pulled George away.

"Yes...Okay Doctor. Ms. Johnson, I propose that you accept a little change from me that will make you so much more beautiful. Not that...you aren't beautiful now...but you could be even more so!"

Annabelle responded with her soft, high pitch, "Uhm, it's Mrs. Johnson actually," She flashed her ring to George before continuing, "What did you have in mind?"

His rotten smile grew even wider as he spewed, "You have so many great...qualities...Ms. Johnson...but you're missing something that makes you...sexy..."

"Which is?" Annabelle asked suspiciously.

"Hair...lots of hair..."

Annabelle grabbed her long blonde locks and shot him a confused look.

"Not your perfect mane...I mean HAIR...everywhere else..." George ran his pudgy fingers up and down his body.

Annabelle furrowed her brow, again, in disgust. "No way! That's not sexy, that's disgusting!"

"Au contraire, my scrumptious queen. I can just picture the sweat beading on your sexy, hairy body. The musk of your pubic carpet, your armpits, your legs..." George looked like he was about to touch himself, losing his mind to fantasy. "I would even accept hairlessness forever if the sacrifice was for you. You would also get three powerups! What a deal!"

Annabelle answered without thinking, "Answer is still no, creep!"

George's fantasy turned quickly to anger. His grin to a frown. "You'll accept my sexy gift, whether you want to or not!"

Doctor Grungot slid himself into the conversation, "...And perhaps she shall! Okay let's head into the challenge then!"

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle eyed George who shot her a toxic stare. Though his eyes were still gleaming with lust.

Annabelle appeared in a restaurant kitchen. There was a long prep station, state of the art equipment and a collection of well prepared ingredients. Stainless steel appliances gleamed in the bright lights and S.A.M. sat on a white cutting board. He had a tiny chefs hat on.

Annabelle looked down at herself. She now wore a white chefs jacket over black pants and tall, shiny black heels. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun. The jacket was very flattering over her expanded chest.

As she got her bearings, S.A.M. began to speak in his monotone, computerized voice, "Mrs. Johnson will satisfy the food critic in the dining room using the prepared ingredients. Failure to properly 'wow' the critic will cause her to accept Mr. Little's offer without any powerups. Thirty minutes will be allotted."

Annabelle looked at the ingredients given. Some sort of fish and lemons and...oh screw it. Annabelle knew what she was good at. She started towards the door to the dining room, ignoring S.A.M. who said, "Begin," as the door closed shut behind her.

The dining room was dimly lit with only one table. A grumpy looking middle-aged man sat with a pad of paper and pen. He stared daggers into Annabelle as she approached his table which was adorned with a white tablecloth that reached the floor. He wore a black suit with a blood red shirt and tie. It actually looked very sharp, unfortunately he was not attractive otherwise. He had a very thin face with sharp, jutting bones and dark bags under his eyes. His hair was mostly white and he was clean shaven.

Annabelle reached the table and put on her most winning smile before speaking, "Good evening, sir. I...think i'm the head chef here?"

"Madam." He bowed his head. He had a very dignified air about him as he continued, "I humbly accept and appreciate your coming to pay homage to me. However, please know that my opinion of the dining experience shall not be warped, changed, perverted or circumvented by the mere appearance and acknowledgement from - even- a comely head chef such as yourself."

"I...uhm..." Annabelle stuttered.

"But please, despite the formalities: don't tarry. I'm growing quite famished and have been waiting long enough for my sustenance. So run along." He motioned for Annabelle to return to the kitchen.

"Okay, I...uh...don't really know what you just said. But I'm going to get under the table and blow you, so if that's what you asked for, here we go." Annabelle knelt down and began lifting the table cloth.

"Excuse me, Madam! I have never been insulted in such a manner! I thought I was dining in a fine, esteemed establishment, not some glorified slop-hole! And, though I don't think it's appropriate, or in any way your business, I don't swing that way."

As the critic stood up, Annabelle rolled her eyes and whispered, "Powerup."

The man blinked heavily a few times and stopped. His angry expression softened. It appeared that he was contemplating Annabelle's offer.

"Do you want a glorified slop-hole, Honey? Because I promise you," Annabelle licked her thick lips as she cooed, "I've got a slop-hole that needs to be filled."

The critic sat back down slowly and spoke quietly, "I only consider this offer as I haven't...exactly had any 'action' in a long while. And...you are a fairly handsome woman..."

"Nobody will know. It'll be our little secret." Annabelle sensually added as she crawled under the white tablecloth.

The critic fidgeted a bit, trying to get himself comfortable as Annabelle shifted herself closer to him. She was thankful the chair was low enough. It would give her plenty of 'head-space' to work with. She parted his legs and unbuckled his belt. She began pooling spit in her mouth in preparation as she unclasped his pants and unzipped them. She unbuttoned his boxer shorts and was met with a strong, musky odor. She wrinkled her nose slightly but resigned herself to the blowjob. She absolutely did not want to leave here a hairy mess.

She reached into the boxers and fished out the critic's semi-erect penis. It was dark under the table but she could feel that it was nothing special. It was probably about five inches long. She began by licking up the shaft from the base to the tip, being sure to exhale her hot breath along its length. When he was properly hard, Annabelle placed the tip in her mouth and slowly bobbed her head up and down. She started with just the tip, but each stroke was a tiny bit deeper than the last. She kept a tight, wet seal around his cock as she pushed deeper and deeper. Her mouth gushed and released a sloshing sound as she continued savoring his rod. Annabelle felt her pussy moisten slightly as her lips reached the hairy base. A pang of disappointment grew in Annabelle's stomach. She had his entire penis in her mouth and didn't feel satisfied. It barely tickled the back of her mouth! She craved a monster cock rammed straight down her throat!

Ignoring her disappointment, and continuing with the task, Annabelle lifted her head and swirled her tongue around the critics cockhead. She could hear his pleasured moan as she took his full length again, increasing her speed. But, no matter how fast, deep or hard she slammed his penis down her throat she didn't feel satisfied or properly 'filled'. It was killing her arousal which was lessening with each stroke. While Annabelle wasn't getting much out it, the critic seemed to be enjoying himself. It didn't last much longer as Annabelle could sense he was getting close. She let out a fake, muffled moan around his dick and sucked one final time as he began to unload his wad. Annabelle sat bored as spurt after spurt rushed passed her lips. The critic grunted and his legs shook. When his orgasm was finished, and his cock was softening, Annabelle removed her mouth and quickly swallowed the paltry amount of cum he had released. It tasted pretty plain, not like Anthony's sweetness. She shook her head. It just didn't compare to the men she was used to now.

Annabelle crawled out from under the table and stood, taking a moment to make sure her hair was still properly tied back.

The critic was zipping his pants back up as he gasped, still trying to catch his breath, "Wow, Madam, that was divine. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!"

Annabelle put on her best performance yet, "Oh, yes! It was fantastic! I came along with you."

The critic smiled widely before clearing his throat and saying, "Well, as much as I enjoyed our time together here; I cannot, in good conscience, give this establishment a high rating based solely on your...stellar performance."

Annabelle pursed her lips and pulled her chef's jacket open, exposing her huge, pierced, swinging breasts. She whispered in her most seductive, breathy tone, "That was just the appetizer." She rested her hands on the table, leaving her breasts to hang right in front of the mans face as she cooed, "But if you give me a good rating you can have the main course."

She ran her hand up her curves and around her breasts and winked. The critic's mouth was wide open as he stared, unblinking into her cleavage. "Y-y-yes...."

She snapped up and closed her jacket saying, "Well, good! I'll see you next time, Sweety. Make sure you bring that huge cock with you when you come around again!" She turned and started towards the kitchen.

As she was walking, the critic yelled to her, "I-is mine really huge? The biggest you've had?"

Annabelle stopped walking and rolled her eyes, She didn't turn around but replied, "Oh, of course, Honey, you're the biggest I've ever seen." She shook her head, yet again, and entered the kitchen. The scene then began to collapse.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 118 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 0

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. Five weeks along.

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

VOICE: Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Simple vocabulary.

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 G cup breasts. Thick and veinous, dark pink 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: White chef's coat and black dress pants. Five inch, shiny black 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. Prefers big penises and doesn't get much out of anything less than six or seven inches.

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