Round 73

[b]*Round Seventy Three*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a weight room. It was rather small with a rack of dumbbells and various machines. There was a collection of lockers in one corner and benches spread throughout. A treadmill, some medicine balls, a few televisions and a wide mirror also filled the space. The floor was a rough, tan carpet while the ceiling was unfinished and open.

Annabelle looked down at herself. She wore a loose blue and white tank top with nothing underneath. The top stretched around her ever expanding belly. Below was a comfortable pair of black shorts which almost made it to her knees. On her feet were a pair of black, five inch, closed toe heels. Her hair was hanging down her back.

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She winced as the sensitivity in her nipples set in. It was becoming borderline unbearable. She waddled/swayed over to the mirror and looked at herself. She was really starting to get big! She ran her hands down her slim torso being sure to avoid her huge, sensitive breasts. She rubbed down her wide hips and turned to bend over slightly, checking her bubble butt and thick thighs. She made a kissy face at the mirror and winked before turning her attention back to the room.

After a few more seconds, a man appeared.

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He was bald with a thick beard. He had hair everywhere and strong muscles with a bit of a belly. He had no shirt on with basketball shorts and tennis shoes. His legs were equally hairy and powerful looking. He was huge, standing well over six feet tall. He absolutely towered over little Annabelle who looked upon him lustfully. But something felt a bit strange to her. The man looked very familiar. Like, really really familiar. He looked around the room quickly before pulling a pair of glasses out of his pocket and securing them to his face. His eyes came to rest on Annabelle. She could tell he was evaluating her. Based on the shift in his stance, and the lustful look in his eyes, Annabelle figured he liked what he saw.

She continued to eye him, trying to remember where she knew him from, but her memory was cloudy. When he finally broke the silence, he spoke with Liam's voice, it was like thunder, "Hello, young lady, my name is Anderson Johannson."

Annabelle cocked her head to the side slightly as her thoughts became a bit fuzzy. Anderson Johannson...sounded a lot like her name.

What a coincidence.

She responded with her eyes in the ground and her hand on her protruding belly, "H-hello...I'm Annabelle...J-Johnson."

"Annabelle? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

Annabelle felt her cheeks flush and she grew a dopey little smile. What a gentleman, and so big and strong too...She felt a stirring in her crotch as her mind began to wander...

S.A.M. appeared seconds later, holding a small weight in each hand. His robotic voice began, "Contestants will lift weights for ten minutes. Whoever lifts the most collective weight will be the winner."

Anderson shot Annabelle a knowing little smirk. He obviously knew the tiny pregnant woman had no chance. He raised his arms over his head and "stretched" which mainly consisted of him flexing. Annabelle tried to look away but she found herself mesmerized by the size of his hairy chest and rippling arms. Anderson confidently stepped towards the dumbbell rack which was near Annabelle. She took a few steps back, giving him a wide berth.

"Begin."

Anderson cracked his knuckles and grabbed the 65 pound dumbbells off the rack and stood looking at himself in the mirror. He began curling the weights with decent form. Annabelle stood off to the side and watched him with amazement. The weights were huge! She saw the veins begin popping out of his arms as Anderson gained a nice pump. He had a confident smile and he saw her admiring him in the mirror. She shook her head and waddled to the rack. She wasn't sure which one to start with.

"You might want to start with fifteen or twenty pound." Anderson said as he continued to curl the giant weights. "Wouldn't want to see a pretty thing like you get hurt."

Annabelle reached for the twenty pound weights and pulled them off the rack. She stood a few feet away from Anderson and tried to copy his movements. The weights hung down near her waist, but she could barely move them at all. She struggled to complete a single curl. Her arms shook and struggled til she became red in the face. When she gave up for a second, she saw Anderson laughing silently out the corner of her eye. It wasn't fair, she couldn't help that she had no upper body strength, she was born that way!

Anderson dropped the 65 pound weight back onto the rack with a loud crash, shaking the rack.

"That's adorable, but if you pushed any harder you'd probably have that baby prematurely!" Anderson let out a little laugh as he continued with a smug smile, "I figured you wouldn't be She-Hulk, but I didn't expect that much struggle. Here, let me help you, Missy."

He walked towards Annabelle and collected the weights out of her hand. He transitioned both to one hand and curled it quickly as he walked them back to the rack. Annabelle let out a little huff, what a showoff! A sexy showoff... His smile remained as he grabbed two tiny pink 3 lbs weights. They said, "Woman Fit" on the side.

"Try these, you shouldn't try to push yourself too hard. You're a bit of a delicate flower, and that's okay."

He put the weights in her hands and got behind her. His hulking frame towered over Annabelle who felt herself becoming hot.

His voice was smooth and strong, "First off, let's get this out of the way."

Anderson reached around and grabbed Annabelle's hair into a clump, pulling it slightly in the process making her bite her lower lip. He tucked it into the back of her shirt and then squeezed the back of her arms which held the tiny pink weights at her sides. Annabelle could feel how rough and masculine his thick fingers were on her soft, hairless skin.

"Go ahead and lift it, if you can." His tone was slightly smug.

Annabelle began curling the weights with Anderson's direction. Her breath came in short as she felt his giant, hardening cock press into her fat ass and his chest hair rub against her back. She saw Anderson eyeing her lustfully in the mirror, his dark gaze was intimidating. When she lifted a few more times, he released her arms and grasped the sides of her hips, which made her gasp.

"Make sure you keep your hips from bucking." Anderson said quietly as his thumbs rubbed onto Annabelle's soft ass. His prodding fingers drew patters in the luscious, feminine fat. Annabelle began to get a bit of a sweat going as her pussy began to moisten. Anderson licked his lips as he looked over Annabelle's shoulder and stared down at her cleavage which jiggled with each rep.

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She noticed his glances. But, instead of stopping, she jiggled her tits with a bit more enthusiasm.

"Keep going just like that." He let her go and walked back to the rack, taking giant 80 lbs weights and laying on a nearby bench. He pushed the weight up easily but his eyes continued flicking over to Annabelle every few seconds. Annabelle returned the favor and watched with astonishment as he lifted significantly more weight than she could ever hope to. He was lifting more than she weighed with relative ease!

Anderson broke the sexual tension and semi-awkward stare off with, "You know, some girls try to look sexy at the gym, but I don't know any that that it as far as you do."

Annabelle stopped, dropped the weights on the rack and pulled out a cigarette which she began to drag on. She released a puff of smoke as she cooed in her breathy pitch, "What do you mean?"

He laughed, before dropping his weights on the ground with a crash. The room shook slightly and Annabelle let out a little yelp. Anderson shook his head and asked, "Are you looking for a man, or what?"

Annabelle raised her dainty hand with the wedding ring, "Uh, I'm pregnant and married?"

Anderson stood and looked down at Annabelle with his deep brown eyes through his spectacles, "Married, pregnant, horny chicks are my specialty, and that isn't what I asked you."

She looked away, adopted a feminine posture and said, "I don't know what you mean."

Anderson wiped away a bead of sweat. He looked her up and down another time before clearing his throat and pointed to each topic as he spoke, "The layers of makeup, the heels, no bra, tight pants, cameltoe, loose shirt, the flirtiness, the lust filled looks. Do you want to get busy, or are you just being a tease? I'll ask you straight up. Don't want to waste your time or mine."

Annabelle stood silent for a second, staring at a waiting Anderson who had crossed his arms. "And what if I do? What, do we just fuck right here?"

"Well, I like making little sluts moan, so if that sounds like something you'd be interested in then yes. Right here right now."

Annabelle flicked her cigarette. She stared up at Anderson with her half-lidded, deep blue doe eyes, her voice dripping with lust, "Call me a couple more dirty names and maybe that could be arranged."

"Haha, well in that case-"

A horn sounded and Doctor Grungot's nasily voice rang out. "Congratulations Mr. Johannson! Not that there was any doubt, but you won the contest! I'm glad you got to meet Mrs. Johnson, though, I think you'll find you don't have much in common. I'm afraid she never finished high school and doesn't know anything about sports."

Annabelle and Anderson slowly walked towards each other with lust in their eyes. The doctor continued, "...Though, i'm sure you'll find some common ground. Mr. Johannson, is there anything you would change about Annabelle right now?"

As the two met in the middle and Annabelle stared up at Anderson and their eyes met, he grabbed her in his powerful hands and spoke down to her in a commanding tone, "I want this skanky little whore to be even more of a prissy girl. More of a slutty. prissy. girl." He put emphasis on each word which seemed to drip off his tongue.

Annabelle's breath came in short bursts as she felt her pussy drooling.

"I want her craving cock even more, worshiping it."

Annabelle felt a tingle all over but she didn't care, she wanted to be impaled. She pulled at Anderson's shorts just as he ripped at her top.

"I want her screaming and begging for more as her hungry little gash is pounded by thrust after powerful thrust."

Her sensitive breasts bounced freed as Anderson pulled her tank down past her belly to her waist. Her nipples were on fire but she didn't care. Her shorts were swiftly removed and discarded somewhere on the floor. Female juices dripped from her vagina as her thick thighs quivered. The smell of arousal wafted through the air and she felt red hot.

She finally managed to rip Anderson's pants to the ground, exposing his monstrous cock. It must have been nine inches or more. Annabelle's mouth opened wide in surprise, much to Anderson's delight, as she held her thin arm up to his penis and noticed it was longer than her forearm and thicker than her wrist. It stood completely erect and she could feel heat emanating from it.

Her delicate fingers gripped Anderson's dick and her mouth began to water. There were so many things she wanted to do with it! Anderson couldn't wait any longer. His iron grip on her shoulders tightened and he spun her around. Her hair and breasts flopped along with the rest of her. Now facing away, he pushed her hard onto the bench. She caught herself and bent over, splaying her legs slightly and waiting for the dicking to begin. Her hair hung down in her face and she felt her thighs becoming sticky. Anderson reached down and grabbed Annabelle's arms. She gasped as he gripped them tightly behind her. Just to see how powerful he was, Annabelle tried pulling away and found she couldn't move an inch. She was stuck and completely under Anderson's control. His cock pushed against her aching labia and teased her. She grunted in frustration and tried pushing her hips back to impale herself, but he held her tight. Annabelle shook her hips as much as Anderson allowed, positively begging to be fucked.

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Anderson let out a light chuckle. Watching a horny gym skank squirm never failed to put a smile on his face.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide.

Wait.

Anderson Johannson.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

Anderson Johannson.

The fog in her brain began to part.

That name.

[b]Anderson.

Johannson.[/b]

That was.

SHE was Anderson Johannson! For the first time she was thinking clearly again. Her brain began to fire on all cylinders as forgotten parts of her memory opened up. She was a construction worker and a man! What the hell had happened? She needed to say something. She had to reclaim her body! Everything felt so wrong! All she had to do was-

Anderson thrust forward. His nine inch cock gliding in with no resistance at all. Annabelle let out a deep moan as Anderson started thrusting. She tried to struggle away but his hold on her was far too strong. Her frail arms were held behind her back as he pounded.

Anderson commanded as he thrusted, "Take my cock, you girly slut. You're a girly slut, aren't you?"

Annabelle felt the fog in her mind fighting to take back control.

"No! L-listen to me, Anderson, I need you to-"

*SMACK*

Annabelle yelped as Anderson spanked her. The sound echoed through the room. He released her hands and held tightly onto her hips, using his strength to pull her, plunging himself faster and deeper. Annabelle attempted to push herself off the bench but felt her hands begin to tingle. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling herself beginning to climb the arousal ladder. Being spanked made her feel naughty and sexy! She savored the sensation of being filled again and again, her pussy feeling like it was on fire. Every thrust was met with a soft squelching sound as her hungry kitty craved more.

She opened her eyes and looked at her new fingernails.

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The wedding ring, the thin, delicate fingers the long, sparkly, pink nails. These hands couldn't possibly belong to a construction worker! She almost laughed, what was she thinking, she wasn't a-

No, no! She was Anderson and she was a...she was a...the fog was seeping into her brain. She shook her head a few time, trying to clear it when...

*SMACK*

Anderson's hand crashed into her fat ass causing her to release a high pitched yelp. He boomed in a deep thunder, "Are you a girly slut?" His pace quickened even more, ramming his long rod into her deepest places.

Annabelle moaned as her ass cheek radiated a stinging pain.

"I...I don't...I don't know!" She sputtered between lustful gasps.

Annabelle felt confused and conflicted as she gripped the bench with her new talons. She bit her thick lip and looked down at her jiggling breasts. They flopped with each thrust, smacking into one another. She was so tempted to close her eyes and just enjoy the blissful fucking she was receiving, but something in her brain was fighting. Something deep down was in a desperate, last stand. For some reason, she had to get away from Anderson.

But why? He had such a nice, fat cock and he was so powerful and sexy too. Her eyes began to close and she focused on the full feeling in her snatch and-

She shook her head. No, she was sure she had to get away for some reason.

As Annabelle attempted to corral her wandering brain, Anderson reached down and roughly pinched her sensitive nipple. She yelped as his coarse fingers cupped her smacking breasts and he began to knead them. Not only was a forearm sized cock pistoning her, but he was also busy squeezing her wide, veinous nipples. She reached her finger down and started rubbing her clit. Her senses were being overloaded and her barely collected thoughts scattered. She felt a tingling in her breasts. She swirled her finger around as Anderson's dick glided in and out. Full empty, full empty. She closed her eyes, released a satisfied, "Hmmmm," and savored the feeling.

When she opened them, her boobs had become even larger! Her nipples were hard and pointed. They reached all the way to the bench and filled Anderson's big hands even more as he continued to roughly knead them.

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She stared at her newly expanded tits as her hips began pushing back against Anderson's thrusts. A wet smacking sound came not only from her abused pussy but from her cleavage. What kind of man had giant bouncing tits like this? What kind of man had twins growing inside of them? Annabelle was clearly no man! What possessed her to think that was the case? She re-doubled her efforts, flicking her finger furiously around her clit and pushing back against Anderson's smacking hips.

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The fog had nearly retaken her mind.

"Are you a girly slut?" Anderson gasped out, he was clearly getting close.

Her breathy voice came out ragged, "Y-Yes! Yes! I am a girly slut!"

Annabelle fell onto her breasts as Anderson gave it everything he had. His hips violently crashed into Annabelle's cushioned ass. Any semblance of former memories were completely gone.

Annabelle felt a tingle in her brain as her high pitched voice moaned, "Oh fuck me Daddy! I'm a naughty girl! My pussy needs Daddy's cock!"

As she neared orgasm she felt an explosion in her head, a wave of girly and submissive thoughts washed over her. She was Annabelle Johnson, cheating wife of Anthony Johnson. Pregnant with twins, sporting giant, swaying breasts and a real expertise in milking cocks with her cunt.

And she loved it.

When she finally hit climax, she closed her eyes tightly and released a high pitched moan that echoed throughout the room.

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Anderson quickly pulled himself out of Annabelle's convulsing pussy and threw her to the floor. She was in a daze with a smile plastered across her face and her newly enlarged breasts hanging off her chest. Anderson positioned his cock in front of her face and started pumping himself. Her eyes remained closed as he released a grunt and unloaded onto her slender, feminine, makeup laden face.

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Rope after rope of semen shot onto and coated Annabelle. She maintained a dopey smile until Anderson was finished. When it was done, Anderson rubbed the last drop of cum onto Annabelle's forehead and turned to find his shorts. Annabelle remained on the floor with her eyes closed and face covered in cum. The strong smell of semen and stickiness made her feel giddy. A drip from her face fell onto her protruding stomach and heavy boobs. She carefully opened her eyes and saw, though a rope of cum, that Anderson was standing in front of her with his softening cock.

"Thanks, babe, you were pretty good."

Annabelle sat back and used her new nails to scoop the sticky fluid into her mouth. The taste was bitter and salty but it felt right to her.

She heard Anderson chuckle as he stood over, looked down, and said, "Damn, you're a dirty girl."

She looked up and stuck out her tongue, showing him her mouth was filled with his load. She swallowed it without breaking eye contact. She sat up and kissed the tip of his penis while giving him a sticky wink, "And don't you forget it!

As Anderson gained a smug little smile. He pet Annabelle's sweat glazed, messy hair. She got onto her knees and stared at his feet. She felt like she was in her proper place. Sticky face and thighs, belly full of cum, on her knees at the feet of a stud with a big cock. The room began to collapse.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson

HEIGHT: 5"0

WEIGHT: 130 LBS

AGE: 21

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. Fifteen weeks along. Unmistakable baby bump. Carrying twin girls.

HAIR: Long, cheap, brittle and faded looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Messy and hanging loosely down the back.

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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 H 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 pink, sparkly nails extending over 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.

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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: Nothing but closed-toe black heels.

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Will only 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. Loves 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 like a stereotypical girly-girl including standing, sitting, walking, speaking, writing and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Addicted to sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered especially if she hasn't done it in awhile. Has no issue with cheating on somebody in a relationship as long as she doesn't get caught.

ADDICTIONS: Smoking and sex

FAVORITE COLOR: bright 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, seducing, dirty talk.