Round 64

[b]*Round Sixty Four*[/b]

Annabelle appeared on a platform overlooking a dark chasm. The platform was black stone while the chasm didn't appear to have a bottom. The platform was approximately five feet by five feet and backed up to a wall. In the distance, over the chasm, was another platform with a door. The distance was definitely too far to jump. As it was right now, Annabelle was trapped on this little black square. She felt uneasy about the situation. She looked over the edge into the darkness of the hole and gulped.

A familiar pink tank top stretched across her expanded chest. Underneath it was a pair of tight white jeans. Her feet were encased in open toe black heels that showed her pink toenails. Her loose blond hair fell down her back.

Annabelle pulled a cigarette out and lit it up. The first puff tasted different. She looked at the cigarette tube. It was a different brand than she was used to. It tasted...sweeter? It wasn't too unpleasant and it was all she had, so she resigned herself to smoking it.

Across the chasm appeared Avery. As soon as she arrived, Annabelle started feeling dizzy. Annabelle staggered close to the edge and laid onto the ground, not wanting to fall into the pit. Her stomach lurched and she threw up into the darkness. The sound of retching echoed off the walls but found no bottom. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and dragged the cigarette, which she had not let go of. When she felt better, Annabelle stood and faced Avery. Her breasts weren't hurting anymore. At least, for the time being. She still felt the normal fatigue, though.

Avery was smartly dressed with a long green skirt under a flattering black blouse. She stood on short black heels and wore a stunning diamond necklace. Her medium length hair framed her slightly wrinkled, well made up face.

"Hello, my young friend." Avery smiled warmly as she spoke from across the chasm.

"Hey..." Annabelle replied meekly, in her high pitch.

"How far along are you now, young lady?"

Annabelle coldly responded, "I don't fucking know."

Avery's warmness didn't falter, "Well, okay then. Please don't be hostile, it isn't me doing these things to you."

"Whatever, bitch, you sure have gained a lot from me."

Avery nodded her head, "It's true, we have exchanged some valuable assets. I'm here to offer one more. One you'll barely notice. You would also gain two powerups. Oh, and you won't have to do whatever crazy challenge this chasm requires."

Annabelle dragged her cigarette, putting one hand on her wide, jutting hip. "What did you want to swap?"

"Did you have braces as a child, by any chance?" Avery asked nonchalantly.

"Uh, yeah I did. Painful, but worth it; I've got straight, pearly whites."

"Well, I think we should swap those. My teeth are pretty good, but I would like yours. Again, two - no three powerups and you don't have to do the challenge.

Annabelle looked at the chasm, shrugged her shoulders, and nodded. "Yeah, sure, as long as yours aren't too bad."

"Good! We'll swap teeth habits and histories. It'll be for the best anyway, you're a heavy smoker now, you should probably have the teeth to match. "

Annabelle backed up to the wall as her brain felt fuzzy. Her mouth also became numb. Her head began forming memories to explain her new habits and history. Memories of orthodontist appointments were removed and replaced. She reached her hand up and felt her once perfect straight teeth shifting. She remembered how her parents couldn't afford to take her and didn't really care to. The new chompers weren't bad, but certainly not perfect. She remembered spending time looking in her busted bedroom mirror wishing she could straighten them but never having enough money.

As she ran her finger across her slightly crooked smile, a bitter, foul taste filled her mouth. She let out a gagging sound as the taste faded. She ran her tongue over her teeth. It felt like a thin film of grime was covering them. Memories of dentist visits were removed and replaced. Annabelle recalled her mother telling her going to the dentist was a scam, a total waste of time. That the money was better spent on essentials like food and smokes. When Annabelle started smoking in her early teens, her white teeth didn't change much. But after a few years, when the smoking became heavier and more frequent, her pearly whites began to turn a bit yellow. She recalled the first time she noticed the yellow hue. She was looking into the boys bathroom mirror, adjusting her makeup, after her latest romp in the stall. It alarmed her at first. She rubbed and scratched but the discoloration remained. She vowed, from then on, to brush twice as hard to keep her mouth clear and white. But, as the months and years dragged on, it became less and less of a priority and she had grown to accept it as part of her preferred lifestyle. She figured the slight discoloration she sported now would continue to get worse as the years went by but took no steps to remedy the increasingly bad situation. Nothing else in her past really changed, the various boys she had 'entertained' didn't seem to care much about her teeth. In fact, many of them preferred to never interact with them.

When the process was finished, Annabelle reached up and felt her new mouth. It seemed alien but familiar all at once. There was nothing overtly wrong or ugly. A few of her teeth were a bit crooked and her front teeth had a noticeable gap. They also had a yellow hue to them. It was clear her mouth had never seen the inside of a dentist or orthodontists office. They were still the teeth of a twenty year old, but they appeared to belonged to a twenty year old heading down the wrong path.

Avery licked her new, beautiful chompers. Her smile was gorgeous, it made her look wealthier and cleaner, "There we go! Now I've got a near perfect smile and you've got one more suited to your lower income sensibilities. You're less porn star and more girl next door." She paused for a second, thinking, before adding, "Well maybe less girl next door and more trailer park girl next door!"

As the scene began to collapse, Annabelle rubbed her tongue along her new teeth, periodically puffing on her cigarette. Was she starting to look like some sort of trailer trash? Because she was starting to feel like it. Her gaze shifted to her flat stomach. And when she started showing...

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 118 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 3

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

PREGNANCY: First trimester. Six weeks along.

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

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. Average looking, yellow smile, slightly crooked with a gap between the two front teeth.

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

CHEST: Huge 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 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: Pink tank top and tight white jeans over open-toe 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 sexually 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