Round 71

[b]*Round Seventy One*[/b]

Annabelle appeared on an empty racetrack. The concrete track stretched in a long oval. There were high rising stands arranged around the arena, but they were quiet and vacant. The sun was shining brightly with no clouds in sight.

She looked down at herself. She wore a tight red shirt that fit more like a bra as it left her pierced baby bump completely exposed. It hugged her breasts tightly and covered her arms. Encasing her hips was a similarly colored pair of short shorts which dug into her snatch, but she was very used to it now and didn't bother trying to fix it. She stood atop clear heels and her hair cascaded down her shoulders. She could see her toenails were painted a clear-pink color now.

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Annabelle whipped out a cigarette and dragged it deeply. She took a second to take inventory of her body. She rubbed a clawed hand along her impossible to miss belly as the smoke filled her lungs. Her large, sensitive breasts radiated pain in their tight prison but she tried to ignore them as, from experience, she knew there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. She licked across her imperfect teeth and ridiculous, fat lips. Annabelle remembered the permanent makeup plastered on her face. With her new lips she probably looked like a desperate slut. But it didn't make her feel too bad, she actually grew a little smile. Maybe being a slut wasn't so bad. Her hand traced down her cinched in waist to her wide hips and provocative ass. She ran a finger into her hungry cameltoe and down her thin, almost bony thighs.

As she smoked and waited, she thought about the situation with her husband. Anthony was being so mean! She was the mother of his children, how could he cheat on and threaten her? A chill ran down her spine at the thought of Anthony's raw, masculine power turned against her. She was a 5 foot tall pregnant woman with an exaggerated female body. She felt so tiny and powerless compared to him - compared to almost any man, really. But at the same time, he made her weak at the knees, overpowering her with his confidence and aggression. They were qualities that Annabelle no longer possessed replaced with fear and submissiveness. She was like putty in Anthony's hands, doing as he willed. It was easy for her, away from him now, thinking about standing up to him. But, Annabelle knew the second Anthony ordered her to, that she would kneel at his feet and call him master. That she would beg for his cock inside her. She shivered, thinking about his long, dark, veiny dick pistoning in and out. She thought especially about the honeymoon where Anthony knocked her up. What she wouldn't give to have another go with Master...She blinked her long lashes a few times, realizing how, even in her mind, she was referrring to Anthony. She just sighed and continued smoking with her hip jutted out in a feminine manner.

Seconds later, Cindi appeared, wearing a brown flannel and jean shorts. Her thick, milky thighs stretched the shorts to their limit while her straight hips and potbelly were mostly covered by the shirt. She pushed up her glasses and examined Annabelle.

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Cindi smiled and spoke in her medium pitch that once belonged to Annabelle, "Hello. It's good to see you, my how you've grown! Already showing at, what, ten weeks or so?

"Ith's good to shee you too, Sthandy. And, yeah, something like that. We're acthually having twin girls." Annabelle responded, hardly able to hold back a grin. She was so excited.

"Twin girls?" Sandra responded, "That's fantastic! We're sure Anthony is excited too."

Annabelle felt a warm feeling in her stomach which she rubbed her hand along, "Yesth, he's as excthided as me, I'm worried about him though he-"

S.A.M. appeared. He wore a little racing helmet as his monotone robot voice started.

"Contestants will drive five laps around the track in the provided car. The three fastest laps will be combined into one total. The lowest total wins. Ms. Lane will be the first contestant to perform."

A NASCAR vehicle appeared. It was blue with a big 48 on the side. Annabelle instantly recognized the car as Jimmie Johnson's. She shook her head and wondered how in the hell she knew that. Suddenly, memories of NASCAR flooded her mind. One of her earliest memories was telling everybody she was going to be a NASCAR driver. She could barely speak but she knew it was her dream. It continued into elementary school where everybody and their mother told her over and over that it couldn't be done. It changed in middle school where she dreamed of one day MARRYING a driver. In high school, she eyed the posters of drivers on her bedroom walls. Her dream was to be fucked by a famous driver.

She remembered attending the Daytona 500, for her 18th birthday, with a young man named Rodney Lawson. She was so excited to go, and Rodney was a really sweet guy. Annabelle remembered being frustrated with him, though. They had already been on three dates and they hadn't had any sex yet. Annabelle had been feeling anxious and horny all day.

But, as Rodney went to get the couple some water bottles, Annabelle remembered turning towards the track and feeling a calloused set of male hands force there way into the back of her short skirt. She let out a little yelp and looked around quickly. The area was crowded and people were packed together so nobody seemed to notice. She could have screamed, she could have said, "no" but she didn't. She hadn't worn underwear for a reason, she wanted some action. If Rodney wasn't man enough to do it, this stranger would have to do. The next few minutes were kind of a blur, but she remembered the man fingering her before finally turning her around pushing her to her knees. She blew the strange man in the middle of the crowd. He finished quickly, leaving Annabelle's face plastered with semen. It soaked into her hair and clothes. When Rodney returned, he called Annabelle every synonym of the word "slut" before realizing she was fingering herself, enjoying the verbal abuse and attention of the crowd. When he finally stormed off, security showed up and escorted Annabelle the cum dumpster out of the venue.

Several new-old memories wedged there way into her brain and further replaced hard-working Anderson Johannson with slutty Annabelle Johnson. For a split-second, Annabelle realized what was happening. She tried to isolate the foreign memories and mentally label them as false. But it became more and more difficult with each passing second as real and fake became one.

Despite her love of NASCAR, Annabelle had never driven a vehicle. The memory of buying her first car with her own money and driving by herself, feeling independent and self-sufficient: gone and replaced by dependence and anxiety. The thought of driving scared her more than almost anything. She had always been dependent on others for transportation, sometimes begging and...bartering for rides. Such fond memories...why would she even need to overcome her fear and learn to drive herself?

Annabelle shook her head as she tuned back into what was happening. She found herself sitting in the empty stands watching the car boom around the track. She didn't remember how she got there. After a few minutes, the car came to a stop and Sandra jumped out with an excited look on her face.

Annabelle blinked and found herself standing next to Sandra.

Sandra pushed the hair out of her face before screaming, "That was amazing! We want to go again!"

Sandra shoved a red helmet into Annabelle's hands. "It's all you, girl!"

When the helmet touched her hands Annabelle began to feel anxious. She turned to the sky and asked, "Is thith safe for the twins?"

Doctor Grungot's voice echoed, "That's up to you, Mrs. Johnson, I wouldn't presume to tell a mother about the safety of her unborn children. Of course, if you don't participate, you know what will happen."

Annabelle looked to the car and down at the helmet. There was no way in hell she was getting in the driver's seat. Not no way, not no how. Just the mere thought made her feel panicky and she wasn't even planning to do it.

"I don't want to."

"Well then, we have a winner. Ms. Lane, what would you like to do?"

Sandra thought for a few seconds before responding, "I'm sure Cindi would want us to give our thighs to Mrs. Johnson here, so I'll do that."

Annabelle felt a tingle in her legs as she looked down, passed her jutting belly, and saw her thin thighs quivering. As she stared, they visibly began to expand. They started very thin before thickening to about average. She took a second to squeeze them, marveling at the layers of feminine fat deposited there. She felt fat continue to surge under her grip as the process continued and her thighs became thicker and thicker. When they finally stopped, Annabelle took a few tentative steps. Her thighs were thick enough that they rubbed together with each step and shook slightly, but looked tight and sexy. Her short-shorts were stretched to their absolute limit with her newly expanded thighs bulging around the leg holes. When she felt more comfortable, she strutted around on her tall heels, feeling the alien rubbing between her legs with each step. It would definitely take some getting used to, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, it felt kind of good. She took one final look at her new lower section.

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When Annabelle looked up at Sandra, she noticed her legs were much less impressive in her jean shorts. The shorts hung loosely around her thin thighs which were rather bony.

"But, Mrs. Johnson, we'll have to add an additional change for your refusal to participate, as I'm sure you're aware." He paused for a second before continuing, "You're already fairly weak physically; five foot tall pregnant women with exxagerated femininity tend to be that way. I believe taking half your remaining upper body strength aught to make you borderline helpless."

Annabelle gasped as her arms and shoulders tingled. She watched as her already unimpressive arms lost what little definition remained. Her entire upper body bone structure receded and thinned out, with her shoulders becoming almost cartoonishly small. Her arms also became and inch or so shorter in length. By comparison, it made her breasts and lower body look even larger. Overall, she looked, felt and was less physically imposing while being more meek and fragile. Annabelle looked over to Cindi and realized how much stronger she looked. Despite her thin legs, Cindi could probably lift circles around her.

Doctor Grungot joked, "You'll certainly need help carrying groceries and opening jars now, Mrs. Johnson. It shouldn't be a problem, though. I'm sure there are plenty of strapping young men willing to save the damsel in distress!"

Annabelle lit up a cigarette and slipped into the void, jiggling thighs and tiny shoulders in all.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 125 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: Second trimester. Thirteen weeks along. Tiny baby bump. Carrying twin girls. Moderate pain in the breasts.

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.

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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; incredibly thick, shiny, bee-stung lips that can hardly close; 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.

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BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with virtually no muscle; huge breasts and cartoonishly weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily; thick milky thighs that rub together with each step.

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CHEST: Huge G cup breasts. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands.

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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, clear-pink painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.

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GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.

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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.

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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. Enjoys exhibitionism and public sex. A bit of a masochist, likes being spanked.

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