Round 74
[b]*Round Seventy Four*[/b]
Annabelle appeared on a snowy mountain. She was immediately buffeted by a strong, chilling wind. She could see across a wide expanse of pure white snow with rolling hills and mountains stretching to the horizon. It was midday and the sun hung high in a cloudless blue sky. It reflected off the pristine surface like a vast shimmering sea.
Annabelle pulled her coat tightly around her, trying to keep out the stinging breeze. The garments left her woefully ill equipped for the harsh elements. It was a thin, hot pink zip atop a white v neck blouse and supportive bra. She quickly zipped the jacket, with some effort, as her expanded breasts and stomach were difficult to contain in the tiny jacket. Her legs were encased in thick black and pink yoga pants which wrapped around her curves well but did little to keep her warm. She stood on black closed toe heels and her hair was loose.
She began to sniffle and shiver as she waited for something to happen. She was even too cold to fish for her cigarettes as she scanned across the landscape. She rubbed her hands together and exhaled on them, trying everything to keep herself warm. After a few more minutes, she felt a little twitch of fear in her chest as she was becoming numb. Thankfully, Doctor Grungot appeared in a thick white parka.
"Mrs. Johnson!" He began in his nasily voice, "You are not wearing the proper attire for this mountaintop! Here, allow me to provide some semblance of practicality."
Various clothing items appeared on Annabelle. A pair of thick blue gloves, orange snow pants, a white coat and a blue wool hat. While the clothes were ill fitting, she definitely began to feel warmer. Her feet were still partially exposed due to the heels but the snow pants did wonders to warm her up.
When she began to regain feeling in her extremities, Annabelle asked with chattering teeth, "W-why d-did you d-dress me up l-like that, Asshole? It c-could have h-hurt th-the baby."
Doctor Grungot stared at her with a disapproving look as he responded, "I've told you before, Mrs. Johnson, and I'll tell you again. I don't determine what you wear, you do. Your brain looks at the setting and dictates your wardrobe." He allowed a few seconds for her to think about it before continuing, "I have a few guesses as to why you appeared like that, but I think the likely reason is because your brain preferred looks over comfort or safety. I assume it also determined somebody would be around to save you before you froze to death." He grew a condescending smile before finishing, "Truly a dependent, shallow and ignorant brain you possess now. "
Annabelle's face contorted with anger as she opened her mouth to respond. She was stopped short, however, as the Doctor spoke, "Now let's meet the classy lady who is primarily responsible for that under performing brain, Avery Miller!"
A projection of Avery appeared next to Annabelle. Avery looked around quickly before resting her eyes on Annabelle. She looked well dressed, classy and vivacious.
She looked down at Annabelle and smiled with pretty, white teeth. Her voice was melodic and mature, "Hello, young lady. How I've missed you."
Annabelle scoffed and pulled out a cigarette.
Avery continued, "You've got an...interesting wardrobe. And, my, you've gotten so big! I'm so happy for you!"
Annabelle felt self-conscious about her outfit but refused to show it. She puffed on her cigarette and stared into the distance without responding.
Avery continued in a more serious tone, "I suppose I'll get straight to the point. You and I have traded many things. Despite the improvements to my personality, habits and looks, I have a nagging issue that has proven difficult to overcome. Before we met, my financial history was...bleak to say the least. While I have taken strides to improve my situation, I find myself in a rut, of sorts. I want to swap our financial situations."
Annabelle shook her head and asked with confusion, "You want my money?"
Avery responded slowly, "More or less, yes. It will be a bit more in depth than that but generally yes."
Annabelle hesitated, "Every time we swap something my life gets so much worse, why would this be different?"
Avery sighed, then spoke with a somber tone of care and understanding, "I know things haven't been easy for you, Annabelle. For that, I'm truly sorry." Her tone became playful, as she continued, "Think about it this way, though, you've got a big strong man to take care of you! You're lucky, I don't even have that! It would be a really nice thing for you to do for me, and it wouldn't really matter to you because your husband will take care of you, right?"
Annabelle contemplated for a few seconds. It's true, she had multiple men that would take care of her. Anthony, Darius, maybe Liam, maybe even this new Anderson guy or even the Doctor. She looked over to Avery who had a sad, hopeful expression. Avery didn't seem so bad, maybe she was just caught up in this situation too.
Annabelle started a second cigarette as she asked, "What's in it for me?"
Avery's face lit up as she chirped, "I'm glad you asked! You would, of course, receive a few powerups and you wouldn't have to do," She looked down the mountain, "Whatever the hell the Doctor has for you here."
Annabelle puffed her cigarette as she examined the snowy landscape, "Alright, but only because I would probably lose whatever this challenge is anyway and I've got a husband that'll take care of me."
Avery laughed mockingly as Annabelle felt a tingle in her head. New memories began flooding into her brain while existing ones twisted and changed. She remembered her naughty sex fueled grade school years but what happened immediately after was replaced and warped with her new financials. Immediately after dropping out, Annabelle opened a multitude of credit cards and found herself an expensive place to live. Seeing as she had no income, her spending habits quickly expended her limited savings and she found herself in growing debt. With every missed bill her credit score tanked until she was in collections. She couldn't buy a car, pay her rent, buy clothes or groceries.
She recalled the embarrassment of being evicted and forced out of her nice living situation. She remembered the manager of the complex and her neighbors disapproving, snooty looks. They saw her as trash. She searched for a new place to live and found the cheapest place in the worst part of town awash with filth and danger. She grew accustomed to dirt and grime. Stale food bowls, trash and dirty laundry strewn about her room didn't bother her. She couldn't pay to see a doctor or go to the dentist. She couldn't go to the salon for professional hair care. She ultimately resorted to selling her body in her dingy apartment.
Strange men came and went with the expectation of fucking a filthy prostitute in the lowest of the low motel and found that Annabelle fit the bill. She used all her skills and talents learned in school and put them to work. Annabelle loved having sex for money. She especially enjoyed being degraded and looked down on, it made her feel hot. She was barely able to keep herself fed and pay the minimum on her credit card debts as her prices were so low. She quickly became popular and could often be seen wandering the complex with disheveled, semen stained clothing.
With terrible credit, no education, addiction to her new lifestyle and large amounts of debt, Annabelle the dirty motel whore resigned herself to a life of barely getting by in the squalor of the lower class.
As she came back to her senses, Annabelle blinked a few times and looked over to Avery who took a few deep breaths.
Avery's voice dripped with superiority, "Thanks, slag. I finally have the rich background I deserve. Enjoy a life of relying on others and barely keeping your head above water."
Annabelle simply scoffed and puffed a cigarette. What the hell did she need money for? As long as she had cigarettes and a penis to pleasure her, life was good. She rubbed her belly as the scene collapsed.
[b]NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson[/b]
[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5"0
[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 131 LBS
[b]AGE:[/b] 21
[b]IQ:[/b] 83
[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 2
[b]SEX / PHYSIOLOGY:[/b] Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
[b]PREGNANCY:[/b] Second trimester. Sixteen weeks along. Unmistakable baby bump. Carrying twin girls.
[b]HAIR:[/b] 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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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Simple vocabulary.
[b]FACIAL HAIR:[/b] None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
[b]EYES:[/b] 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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[b]FACIAL FEATURES:[/b] 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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[b]BUILD:[/b] 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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[b]CHEST:[/b] Huge H cup breasts. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands.
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[b]EXTREMITIES:[/b] 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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[b]GENITALS:[/b] Wide, deep, hairless, puffy, used vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.
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[b]TATTOOS:[/b] 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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[b]PIERCINGS:[/b] 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.
[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Various winter attire including a pink zip up jacket under a thick white coat but on top of a v neck white blouse and bra. Orange snow pants on black yoga pants with blue wool hat and mittens. All atop black closed toe heels.
[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b] 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.
[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] Submissive, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, prefers 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.
[b]ADDICTIONS:[/b] Smoking and sex
[b]FAVORITE COLOR:[/b] bright pink.
[b]FINANCIAL SITUATION:[/b] Has a negative bank balance and heavy debt. Terrible credit with no prospects or knowledge of the financial world. Can't control spending habits and impulse buys things she can't afford.
[b]EXPERTISE:[/b] 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.
