Round 67

[b]*Round Sixty Seven*[/b]

Annabelle appeared on a wooden platform floating on water. It was pretty tiny, maybe 15x15 feet. It was made of logs latched together with rope. The platform rocked slightly with the gentle waves. Water stretched in all directions with no land in sight. Annabelle felt a wrinkle of fear as she looked across the water but, thankfully, the platform felt sturdy and the cloudless, sunny sky kept her disposition mostly positive.

The sunshine felt warm against her exposed skin. Of which there was a lot. A skimpy red bikini top and bottom barely contained anything. Her heavy breasts strained against the thin triangles. The red thong dug deeply into her crotch. Her swollen labia puffed out around the thin strip of fabric. It hugged her bubble butt and left very little to the imagination. She also stood on 5 inch red heels and her hair was hanging loosely. Annabelle had large, thick rimmed red sunglasses as well. She had to step carefully as the platform had holes and divots where her heels could get caught. Her tattoos were on full display, the thong dipped deep enough to show even the black "Q" just above her vagina. Her navel piercing shone in the sunlight and her stomach had the tiniest beginnings of a bulge. It wasn't easily noticeable at first glance, but if you looked long enough you would see a very subtle protrusion. In fact, it was so small that Annabelle didn't even notice it at first.

That was until she started feeling nauseous. Whether it was seasickness or morning sickness, she didn't know. But as she dry heaved along the side of the raft, Annabelle rubbed her hand along her stomach and stopped. Her eyes grew wide as she ran her hand across a few more times. She definitely felt something: something new. Her nausea dissipated and was replaced by excitement, fear, anxiety, happiness and everything in between. it was the first visible sign of her pregnancy and Annabelle wasn't sure how to feel.

As she stood, lost in introspection, Helena appeared. She was taller than Annabelle even with the heels. She wore a wide black sun hat with black sunglasses over her long dark hair. Helena's body was covered by a flattering black dress more appropriate for an opera than the ocean. It went just passed her knees and had a slight shine to it, like glitter. On her feet were gray flats. Her porcelain skin was contrasted by her multitude of tattoos and her face and ears were heavily pierced. She had a cold stare and wore a frown. Her evaluating eyes darted up and down Annabelle's body.

"Damn, they did a number on you." Her low pitched, almost androgynous voice broke the silence.

Annabelle rolled her eyes and angrily snapped, "Whatever."

"Physical and mental changes? I almost feel sorry for you."

Annabelle started, "Oh yeah, well-"

"Almost." Helena coldly cut her off.

The pair stared each other down through their girly sunglasses. Annabelle stood with her hands resting on her hips which jutted slightly to the side.

S.A.M. appeared in the middle of the raft. He wore a little sailor suit. His monotone robot voice buzzed, "Contestants will attempt to push each other off the raft. The first person to touch the water loses."

"Begin."

Annabelle adopted a ready stance, opening her legs and digging her heels into the logs. It further pulled the thong into her snatch now looking more like red floss. Annabelle knew her strength and size were small, but Helena wasn't much stronger or bigger. She waited for Helena to make a move but she just stood there. A smile crept across Helena's face.

"You honestly look so cute....and I-I bet your muff tastes sweet as honey. Do you want to lay back, open those legs and just lez it out? I haven't had a good lay in months." Helena's voice sounded sexually charged but oozing with desperation.

Annabelle cocked her head to the side in confusion then recoiled in disgust. The thought of making love to another woman...disgusting! She definitely didn't find anything about Helena sexually stimulating. She needed thick, hard muscles and a nice juicy cock.

"I'll pass. You're not my type." Annabelle responded with slight disgust, still holding her ready position.

Helena shook her head, "I don't get what you see in men...just a bunch of sweaty, hairy, horny douche bags. They don't know how to properly stimulate a woman, and they never will. But I do."

"Powerup." Annabelle stated calmly.

Helena keeled over and let out a pained cry. She slowly stood upright with agony written on her face. She stood with a hunched back. "What did you do to me?" Her slightly androgynous voice had a timbre of fear to it. "Why does it feel like my bones are made of glass?" She strained to lift her arm into the air. It visibly shook as she lifted it with a grunt. "I-I feel so fragile, something is wrong."

Annabelle took a confident step towards Helena.

"S-stay back! Don't come near me!" Helena took a pained step back, her foot wobbled as she shifted her weight.

Annabelle took another step towards Helena.

"You'll break me! Stop!"

Another step

"Okay, okay, you fucking bitch, I'll get in the damn water, just help me up once I do." Helena blurted out.

"Sounds good to me!" Annabelle bubbled.

With great, pained effort, Helena crouched down and slipped herself into the water. She latched herself to the side of the raft and reached a wet her hand up for assistance. Annabelle looked down at Helena, remembering her various contests with her. They locked sunglasses for a second. Annabelle took a step back and waited.

"Are you fucking serious? Grab my hand!"

Annabelle folded her arms beneath her barely contained breasts and let out a slight, "hmmf."

"You goddamn bitch! I tried going easy on you with my swaps! I gave you mostly PIERCINGS that you could take out if you wanted to! You'll pay you motherfucking...oooh god I'm going to....whatever you did to me you'll get it back tenfold!" Helena was so angry she could barely keep her thoughts together. "HELP ME UP!"

Annabelle slowly pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a big drag. She walked to the edge of the raft with her exaggerated sway. She bent down at the waist, lifted her sunglasses, and locked eyes with Helena whose sunglasses had fallen off. Helena looked cold, damp and afraid.

Annabelle grew a wide grin as she blew the sweet smoke down at Helena's face and cooed, "I am a bitch. Don't you forget it." She snapped back up and took a step back.

Doctor Grungot's voice rang out over the water, "My, my, Ms. Mode, not even going to try and compete? Looks like you acquired late stage osteoporosis from that powerup. Say hello to weak bones, gallons of milk and vitamin supplements for a long time! Now, Mrs. Johnson, you're off the hook, but Ms. Mode will be receiving a significant life change as a consequence to inaction today!"

Helena's face and body began to shift and change. Her bright white skin darkened slightly turning a yellow tan color. Her dark hair turned jet black while her facial features continued to morph and change. Her cheekbones rose up while her nose thinned out. Her face became rounder while her eyelids became very thin. Her eyes shifted and angled more diagonally. Her iris's turned brown. When it finally stopped, Helena no longer looked like a white woman but an Asian woman. She was still conventionally very attractive. Her newly changed eyes fluttered for a few seconds.

"What happen to me?" Helena spoke with a thick Chinese accent.

"Well, Ms. Ming, you were just finished explaining your early onset osteoporosis."

"Oh, Okay. I have since I girl in China. Father tell me go to America and be other people problem. I learn English one month. Get piercing and tattoo from friend who say it make me look good."

As Helena continued to recount her new memories, Annabelle was taken aback. This was a significant change, it was like a completely different person. The same tattoos and piercings but a completely different canvas. Had she, Annabelle, changed that much since the game started? She tried to think back. While she could remember specific rounds, she only remembered herself performing in those rounds as she was now. No, her memories much have never been changed, she would have remembered it.

When Helena was finished, Doctor Grungot espoused obviously fake sympathy. "Thank you for the story Ms. Ming, sorry about your medical situation."

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle watched the newly changed Helena Ming struggle to pull herself onto the raft. When Helena noticed Annabelle watching, her face grew sour, "Why you look at me American whore? I see you watch me. Look other way."

Annabelle became sick to her stomach and had a newly instilled fear in her chest. She couldn't let the Doctor Grungot change her memories at all, she had to keep them in perfect condition!

She was soon left in the void.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 118 LBS

AGE: 20

IQ: 83

POWERUPS: 2

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

PREGNANCY: First trimester. Nine weeks along. Smallest hint of baby bump.

HAIR: Long, cheap, brittle and faded 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, fake eyelashes and thick dark eyeliner. Smokey, dark blue eye shadow causing the eyes to look constantly half lidded.

FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin; high rounded cheekbones; LARGE EARS; delicate, slightly upturned nose; weak, non-imposing brow; thin, highly angled eyebrows; thin smooth neck; thick, wet, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout; WIDE FOREHEAD; layered pink blush covering cheeks and accenting their feminine shape; average looking, yellow stained smile, slightly crooked with a gap between the two front teeth; permanent makeup.

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, pierced, 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: Red thong bikini bottoms and skimpy bikini top. Tall red heels and thick red sunglasses.

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 and verbally. 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, 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