Round 72

[b]*Round Seventy Two*[/b]

Annabelle ventured through the gray door and appeared standing on a large body of water. In the distance she saw two small boats each manned by two people. Each pair was furiously rowing the boat. The first contained a slender looking man https://i.pinimg.com/736x/35/92/d6/3592d6561f9652c2ad1ef8a4c4d1b18f.jpg and Stan while the other contained a tiny, familiar blonde bimbo and a dark haired beefcake. They were all paddling furiously.

"C'mon Stan, you fucking wimp!" The androgynous man shouted in a familiar voice. He had a slight build and feminine facial features but stood about 6 feet tall. It was Liam. "I-I'm sorry Stan, I didn't mean that." Liam closed his eyes and shook his head but continued rowing.

"Goddammit Cindi, you weakling, just row the damn boat!" The dark haired man shouted to the tiny woman, his voice echoing across the water.

"I-I'm trying Simon!" She responded in a familiar, breathy voice.

"Well try harder! You women are all the fucking same, no spine, no fight. Give me the damn oar, I'll win without you!" Simon snatched the oar from a quivering Cindi before rowing alone. The boat began to edge forward, past the opponent.

Liam gasped, "Damn, Simon is a beast....powerup!"

Simon let out a howl as his muscles receded and his rowing slowed. Every passing second saw his strength slip away bit by bit as his biceps became soft and flabby. His strokes became slower and more shallow. When it finally stopped, he no longer had giant muscles capable of rowing alone, he had an average build at best. He threw the oar back at Cindi who took it and began again.

"Liam, you fucking assshole!" Simon hollared across the water.

Despite losing a considerable amount of strength, Simon grunted and angrily paddled. He was able to maintain the lead and the finish line was in sight.

"I-I have to win the final round...Powerup, powerup, powerup, powerup!" Liam screamed.

Cindi looked nervous as she felt herself being pulled towards Simon. Simon began sliding towards Cindi as if some invisible puppet master was moving his strings. They tried holding onto the sides of the boat, the seats, anything, but they couldn't fight the powerful force. When they finally met in the middle, their bodies pushed together. Simon let out a howl as a burning sensation began eating him up. He looked down and saw his body was...melting? As he screamed and clawed, his liquified lower half was absorbed into Cindi who was, herself, screaming. It lasted a few seconds as more of Simon slipped away, he was powerless to stop it. Finally, his voice was silent and only Cindi remained in the boat. She blinked quickly a few times before fainting.

Liam peered at a convulsing Cindi as he passed the stationary boat containing her. He was horrified and his mouth was agape. He contemplated jumping in to help her, but that would just make the Doctor mad. As Liam and Stan rowed to the finish line, the scene collapsed and Annabelle found herself back in the void.

***

Annabelle appeared at the bottom of a stairwell. It was a fully enclosed concrete box lit with dim fluorescent lights. She looked up the middle of the stairwell and saw it stretched upwards, floor after floor, higher than she could see.

She wore a pink and black workout bra and short shorts. The bra held her tingling breasts tightly. She shifted it around, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable sensation her nipples were radiating, but to no avail. Her increasing protruding, pierced navel and tattoes were on full display and her expansive ass and thighs were barely covered by the shorts. She stood on shiny pink open toed heels. Her hair was in a ponytail.

Annabelle raised her arm and flexed. Her muscle barely moved. She huffed, there was no mistaking her for anything but delicate and fragile. She continued to stare as her arm started becoming fatigued. It just seemed so surreal to see how incredibly weak she looked and felt. She rubbed her hand across her stomach. Yup, she definitely looked pregnant. When she looked down she could see her stomach poking out between her breasts.

A few seconds later, Danielle appeared. Her dark hair was in a messy bun. It looked a bit greasy and unkempt. She looked every bit of 40 and wore a flattering black workout shirt, grey yoga pants and black heels. The shirt did wonders to hide her stomach, but it was clear Danielle had gained a few more pounds. Her shirt had a circular white stain across the front. Her face was a bit fatter with the beginnings of a double chin. It looked a bit greasy, like her hair, and even sported a few spots of acne.

"Hey there, Kid. How's the pregnancy?" Danielle's medium pitch voice echoed slightly in the stairwell as she looked down at tiny Annabelle.

"Not too bad. Turns out we're having twins." Annabelle held back a smile as she rubbed her belly.

"Well isn't that special? Enjoy it while you can, once the kids come life gets way more difficult."

"Yeah, you look like crap." Annabelle remarked bluntly as she glanced around the area, oblivious to how rude her comment was.

Danielle's eyes turned to slits as she adjusted her glasses and stared daggers into Annabelle, "I may have let myself go a little bit, but that will soon be your problem."

Annabelle's gaze returned to Danielle, "We'll see about that," she growled.

S.A.M. appeared on the first step. His little robot head was adorned with a sweatband. His monotone voice echoed through the stairway, "Contestants will climb flights of stairs for five minutes. Whoever climbs the most flights will be the winner."

Danielle and Annabelle stepped to the foot of the stairs and prepared to go.

"Begin."

Both girls began climbing. The click of their heels echoed through the stairwell. Annabelle quickly took a slight lead after just a handful of flights. Her upper body strength may have been diminished but she still had somewhat strong legs, if not a bit jiggly. Danielle was already becoming short of breath and Annabelle could hear he huffing and puffing as they began the sixth level. As Annabelle pulled away, Danielle grunted and grabbed the back of her sports bra, gripping it tightly. Annabelle attempted to pull away but Danielle was far too strong. The increased strain on her already sensitive nipples made Annabelle gasp.

They struggled in the stairwell for a few seconds, "Goddammit, Danielle, you fat, old cunt! Let me go!" Annabelle screamed as she continued to twist and turn, trying to get away.

"We'll see who's fat in just a few minutes you waifish little bitch!" Danielle spat through heaving breaths.

Danielle pulled a fighting Annabelle towards her. She wrapped her slightly soft arm around Annabelle's upper body and held her tightly. Annabelle tried to duck, to turn to leap away but Danielle's grip was iron, she barely moved at all. Annabelle could smell and feel the sweat on Danielle's body.

Danielle's hot breath blew onto Annabelle's face, "I'm throwing your trashy ass down the stairs, don't bother coming back up, I'll do worse next time!"

"D-don't do it!"

With a heave, Danielle attempted to slingshot Annabelle down the stairs by her sports bra. But at the last second, Annabelle ducked, using the momentum from the throw to slip out of the bra. She turned quickly, her breasts bouncing wildly, and clicked up the stairs. Danielle was left holding a sports bra which she threw to the floor. She jumped, reaching for a fleeing Annabelle but her fingers slipped off Annabelle's slightly sweat glazed skin and Danielle nearly face planted.

Danielle started after Annabelle but due to her age, and general out of shape body, she had no chance to catch up. She resigned herself to launching insults up the stairwell. Once she was in the lead by a few flights, Annabelle slowed and held her pierced breasts in her hands. They were so incredibly sensitive! She found that she was walking different, her steps were a bit wider. Then it hit her, she was starting to walk like a pregnant woman! She focused on her gait and was able to return to normalcy. But every time she took her mind off it, she found herself opening her stance and gaining a slight waddle.

Before long Annabelle heard a ding and the round was over. She turned and began to carefully descent the stairs. four and a half flights down she found Danielle. Danielle looked awful. Her flattering shirt had ridden up and a loose fat roll poked out. Her face was glazed with sweat and her already greasy hair was matted and wet. Annabelle approached Danielle slowly and noticed a stench permeating her. She huffed and puffed deeply, gasping for air.

Danielle struggled out, "F-fuck you *wheeze* pregnant *wheeze* bitch. You think this *wheeze* is bad? I'll show you *wheeze* how fat I can get *wheeze*. You'll regret *wheeze* crossing me!"

Doctor Grungot's voice started, "Tough luck, Ms. Strauss! Or should I say Ms. Strudel? I'm only joking!"

Danielle grew a big grin as she stared at a frightened Annabelle, "That's a good one, Doctor. I am getting fairly fat! But this is only the beginning, we'll see how far I can go."

"Sounds like Mrs. Johnson has a few important rounds coming up against Ms. Strauss! Stay tuned!"

As the scene collapsed, Danielle rubbed the sweat from her forehead across her face as she lifted her leg and let out a loud fart. When the newest wave of awful stench wafted to Annabelle, she recoiled in disgust. Danielle let out a laugh, "This will be you soon, only so much worse!"

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. Fourteen weeks along. Unmistakable baby bump. Carrying twin girls. Moderate pain and sensitivity in the breasts.

HAIR: Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Held in a tight ponytail.

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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.

OUTFIT: Bare breasts. Black short-shorts showing a deep cameltoe. Shiny open toe pink 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 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