Round 81

[b]*Round Eighty One*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a dingy restaurant. It had a real dirty feeling to it. The floor was sticky and the walls were falling apart. She stood near a cheap, plastic counter with a cash register. Distorted, out of focus pictures of Chinese food were strewn in lines above the counter. There were a few outdated tables and chairs in the tiny area, but they were completely unoccupied. The cleanliness didn't bother Annabelle one bit, she found the closest chair and lowered herself down. She procured a cigarette and sucked in the sweet smoke. The table had silverware and cups already set out.

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She was wearing heels again, much to her relief. They were a red, veltety material with a black bow design.

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A simple red, flowy dress covered her body. It was belted just above her ever more prominent belly and covered down to her knees. She wasn't wearing panties or underwear of any kind nor a bra. Her titanic breasts pressed against the dress, her pierced nipples clearly outlined. Her thin, hairless arms were exposed. Her delicate hand rubbed slowly down her belly while her other held a cigarette between its tiny fingers and long, intricate nails. Her sweet smell barely managed to break through the stench of fried meat and unclean conditions.

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As another plume of smoke exited her thick, painted lips, she thought about the future of her children. Would her baby daddy help pay for them, or was she going to be on her own? Every time she thought about Mr. Johnson she felt a deep aching. It was strange, she didn't recall feeling that way about any other John. She was jealous of his wife, the doctor lady. She was so much smarter and more mature than Annabelle. That must be why Mr. Johnson married her. She sighed, maybe one day Annabelle would find somebody to take care of her. She rubbed her ass on the chair, shifting and pushing the jeweled plug. She was so used to having it there now.

As she pondered, the door to the restaurant opened. In stepped Doctor Grungot, his face was plastered with a wide grin. He wore his standard lab coat. His thinning gray hair and deepening wrinkles were also present. He confidently strided towards a seated Annabelle. He stopped next to her and put his hands on his hips. Annabelle stared at the floor and waited for him to say something.

He stood still for a few seconds of awkward silence before his nasily voice asked, "Is this seat taken?"

Annabelle shook her head as she puffed her sweet cigarette. He pulled the chair from under the table with a squeak and seated himself.

Annabelle looked down at the stained table in front of her, she didn't want to meet the Doctor's gaze which she could feel burning into her. He tapped his fingers on the table a few times.

"Annabelle? Look at me Annabelle."

She slowly looked up to a smiling visage.

His voice hummed with excitement, "There we go. I just wanted to take a few minutes to congratulate you. You're officially on the home stretch. I couldn't be more excited for the final few rounds!"

Annabelle shivered a bit as she curled a few loose hairs behind her tiny ears.

She didn't really know how to respond so she muttered out in her high pitch, "Uh...okay...thanks?"

Doctor Grungot's smile faded a bit as he knocked on the table a few times. His tone was more serious as he continued, "I just wanted to remind you that full effort is required in every round. I can't help but recall your recent lack thereof."

Annabelle gulped, his tone and intense stare sent chills down her spine. If she had any body hair it would be standing straight.

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably as he continued, "Just a friendly reminder, life can become very difficult, indeed, if you don't put on a respectable performance."

As if on cue, a door to the back room opened, and an Asian woman hobbled through.

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She wore an all black outfit complete with a spaghetti strap tank top and pants. She was young but walked with a slight limp and hunched back. She had piercings and tattoos which danced across her body. She also sported heavy makeup. Doctor Grungot's smile returned as he shifted his intense gaze to the struggling woman.

She slowly stepped towards the table and held up a pad of paper and a pen. When she spoke, it was with a heavy accent, "Herro, welcome Dragon Hut, what you like order?"

Her brown, almond shaped eyes darted around. Her body looked normal and calm...but her eyes...it was like they were pleading for help.

Doctor Grungot sighed and looked towards the flickering menu near the register, "You know, Ms. Ming, I think I'll have a bowl of chicken fried rice. My friend here will have the same."

She wrote hurriedly for a second before asking, "That all? You want other?"

"No, that should suffice, I believe that - Oh," Doctor Grungot knocked a fork off the table while speaking. He grew a slight smirk as he asked sarcastically, "Clumsy me, do you mind grabbing that? I've got a bad back, after all."

Ms. Ming tucked the paper and pen into her waistband before breathing in deeply. She slowly began lowering herself down. It was obvious she was in pain as she audibly winced with each inch she sunk. Annabelle watched the waitresses eyes curiously as they continued darting back and forth. Tears began to flow as she got onto her hands and knees. She collected the fallen utensil and began the journey back up.

As she did, the door to the back opened again and an older Asian man wearing an apron stepped into the restaurant. He was on the heavier side and sweaty. His apron was covered in stains and he looked annoyed. The waitress noticed his presence and expedited her efforts with a pained grunt. She yelled something in Chinese that sounded almost pleading.

The chef watched his struggling waitress and stomped over. The sweaty man grabbed her roughly and pulled her upwards. She let out a yelp of pain as he man handled her onto her feet. The waitress rubbed her hands along the area he had grabbed while the tears continued to fall. The man put his face close to hers and whispered Chinese at her harshly. She couldn't meet his gaze but nodded her head a few times while wiping away tears.

She turned and headed back to the kitchen, her head hung low.

The man turned to the table and put on a toothy grin. His voice was overly sweet as he said, "Me so sorry. Girl no good, many prolem."

Doctor Grungot let out a chuckle, "It's not a problem, my good man. Though, she didn't return my fork and I would be remiss to eat without it."

The chefs face was horrified for a second before he sputtered an apology and turned towards the kitchen door which he flung open. He yelled angrily in Chinese. He stepped in and slammed it behind him. Annabelle could hear the chef's muffled screaming through the door. A few seconds later, the waitress stepped out slowly. She looked shaken and her heavy makeup was beginning to run down her face.

She shuffled to the table and placed the fork in front of the Doctor. She sniffled a few times before speaking, "So sorry, sir. I forget give you fork back. Your food come soon, very good."

Her pleading eyes locked onto Annabelle and stayed there as she waited for the Doctor's reply.

Doctor Grungot shook his head and smiled, his voice warm but mocking, "Worry not, child."

She nodded and turned back towards the kitchen.

As she walked away, however, Doctor Grungot whispered in her direction, "Ms. Mode, please come chat with us."

The waitress stopped and stood still for a few seconds. She turned and her face was contorted in absolute horror. She stepped towards the table and stopped. She looked down at herself and began sobbing.

Her voice was completely different as she blurted out through sobs, "What happened? What did you do to me? Why couldn't I control my body? I'm in so much pain. Everyday, constant pain! It never goes away, never gets better!"

She winced as she struggled her way to the table. Her legs shook and she leaned on it for support. Annabelle watched with open mouth as the scene unfolded, Doctor Grungot giggled, he seemed to be enjoying the show.

Helena continued to cry as she pleaded, "Please, please Doctor I learned my lesson. Don't make me live in this hell for another minute. I'll do anything! I'll - I'll win every challenge. I'll suck you cock for eternity. It doesn't matter, anything but this!"

Her arms started to give out under her weight and she grunted in pain as she stood relatively upright.

"Sh, sh, sh..." Doctor Grungot put his finger to a quivering Helena's lips. "No tears now, only Ms. Ming dreams."

"No...!" Helena stopped mid word and began blinking quickly. It lasted for a few seconds and when she stopped, her eyes opened and she smiled weakly. Her heavy accent had returned, "No worry, I back one minute. You happy with food."

Doctor Grungot nodded and Helena turned back towards the kitchen. Annabelle saw the pleading eyes staring at her yet again. Annabelle felt extreme pity for Helena, something inside her stirred and she couldn't just let it go.

"H-hold up, Helena, hold up." Annabelle sputtered in her breathy, high pitch. The Doctor looked at Annabelle curiously and Helena turned back around. Annabelle sat up and licked her fat lips, her attention centered on the Doctor, "Doctor, you ain't gotta do her like that. She learned what she need ta learn. Let's do a challenge, she gon' show you she serious about competin'.

The Doctor sat back and rubbed his chin in contemplation. Helena looked confused but remained where she was.

Doctor Grungot stated, his voice filled with intrigue, "You realize, Annabelle, that no round was scheduled and you're opening yourself to a possible loss for no reason. No reason other than self sacrifice."

"Yeah, I get that." Annabelle responded softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Annabelle felt a twinkle of numbness in her brain. She shook her head and the feeling dissipated. Doctor Grungot sat in silence for a few seconds, mulling it over.

He leaned forward and smiled, his voice was joyful, "Alrighty! Ms. Mode, you've been given a great opportunity!"

Helena began her furious blinking for a few seconds. When it was done, her face softened and she stared at Annabelle with a confused reverence.

"Luckily," Doctor Grungot said, breaking the silence, "I've got a backup challenge just in case." His face grew serious as he turned his attention to Helena, "Now, Ms. Mode, if you win this challenge, I'll turn you back to normal. If you lose, however, your situation will become even worse."

Helena hesitated before quickly nodding. Doctor Grungot then turned his attention to Annabelle, "If you win, no changes will befall you this round, I'll even give you a powerup for showing such initiative. Should you lose, Helena will be generously providing you with something. Don't worry about pretending to try, but ultimately letting Helena beat you. This is a team challenge."

After Doctor Grungot spoke, the scene began to collapse. The last thing Annabelle saw was the door to the kitchen open. The Chinese cook walked through with two steaming plates of fried rice.

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[b]*Round Eighty One (and a half)*[/b]

Annabelle and Helena appeared on the running track. Annabelle had been here many times. The oval shaped, black track with expansive blue skies and tall green grass in the center. Annabelle looked down and saw her outfit had not changed. Helena stood hunched over a bit, her deep brown, almond shaped stared and Annabelle intensely.

Helena spoke slowly, "Thank you. You didn't have to do this."

Annabelle held her hands on her back, helping to support her belly. She smiled with her slightly crooked, yellow teeth.

S.A.M. appeared holding a kettle bell.

"Contestants will move kettle bells from one circle to the other. Five minutes will be allotted. All kettle bells must be within the opposite circle."

A large yellow circle appeared next to the duo. It was nearly filled with kettle bells of all shapes and sizes. Most were small, five pounds, but the biggest one was forty pounds. A second yellow circle appeared ten yards away.

"Begin."

Annabelle and Helena both sprang into action. Or, at least, they would if they could. Annabelle waddled to the circle and Helena slowly and painfully stepped there. Annabelle had to squat as she couldn't really bend over. She secured two small kettle bells and began walking them over. She thought about throwing them, but knew there was no way she could throw them far enough or accurate enough to make it worth it. Helena was much less capable and it took her longer to begin transporting the kettle bells. Annabelle breathed steadily as she worked. She dropped off her first two and began the journey back. She secured one heavy kettle bell, twenty pounds and struggled to the other circle. Much to her surprise, she was able to make it and drop it successfully. She looked over to Helena who was obviously fighting through a very agonizing experience. She wasn't giving up, but she was going slow. They were making excellent time. If they could figure out how to transport the heaviest weight they could win!

As Annabelle was making her fourth trip with two five pounders, the jeweled plug began to vibrate. She stopped in her tracks and dropped the kettle bells to the ground. She drew a sharp intake of breath and felt her bare pussy beginning to moisten. She tried to shake it off and squat down to retrieve the fallen weights. In a squatting position, she felt an incredibly strong urge to finger herself. Her aching pussy was so open, so vulnerable...the plug buzzed jubilantly as arousal began clouding her judgement.

"H-hey, Annabelle, what are you doing? We can win this, let's go!" Helena yelled as she began her third trip, struggling with one twenty pound weight.

Annabelle shook her head and cleared the quickly thickening clouds as she tightened her grip and stood back up. She tried to ignore the constant vibration, the trickling of feminine juices down her leg, the scent of arousal mixing with her natural sweetness. She dropped off her load and headed back, passing a concerned looking Helena. Annabelle's vagina was on fire, she had to do something. She compromised to picking up one five pound kettle bell with one hand and waddling towards the opposite circle while the other hand explored between her legs. Her honeypot was hot and soaking wet as she greedily swirled her finger around her clit. It definitely slowed her down, but she was so lost in sticky arousal that she didn't care. When she dropped off the single weight, she noticed her breasts had dark spots over her nipples which were as erect and sensitive as possible. They prominently poked through the dress and were apparently leaking milk. Annabelle couldn't help but let out a moan as she slowly waddled back to the main circle, schlicking herself the whole way.

Helena limped to Annabelle and grabbed her arm, "We're almost done, just a bit more, then you can frig yourself however long you want!"

Annabelle panted a few time but nodded. There was only one weight left, the big forty pounder. The plug continued to stimulate Annabelle's asshole. Her pierced cunt cried out to be touched but she squatted down with Helena and they both pulled together. They made it two or three feet before the weight dropped to the ground with a *thud*. An Asian woman with advanced osteoporosis and a super weak pregnant woman leaking milk while at peak arousal weren't exactly the dream team for lifting heavy objects. They tried one more time but only managed another foot or so. It was difficult to share the weight in a meaningful way and neither could lift it alone.

Annabelle thought fast, she squatted down and pushed the weight a few inches. She did it again and again. She slid it bit by bit down the track. Helena walked nearby, cheering Annabelle on. However, the more Annabelle squatted, the more she wanted to masturbate. Her kitty drooled, leaving a glistening trail while she pushed. She knew it was a matter of time, she was powerless to her urges. She cried out and stood upright. She swiftly pulled her heaving tits out of the top and flicked her hard nipples a few times. She squeezed them, and a stream of milk pulsed out. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her hand snaked down between her thick, milky thighs. One worked her breasts which leaked even more while the other slipped in and out of her hungry hole with a *squelch*. Helena was yelling and screaming but it sounded so far away as Annabelle lost herself in bliss. It didn't take long for her to climax. She moaned in her feminine pitch and her legs began to quiver as waves of pleasure radiated from her cunt.

A buzzer sounded as Annabelle was coming back to reality and stuffing her boobs back into her dress. She looked over to Helena who was a few feet from the yellow circle. She was crying in agony, pushing her fragile body to the limit trying to win. She was so close, but didn't quite make it.

Annabelle waddled over, she curled her sweaty hair out of her eyes, "I'm sorry, Helena. I couldn't help myself."

Helena winced as she stood up. She hung her head, looking dejected, but responded, "It's okay, Annabelle, I know you tried your best. It's not your fault."

Doctor Grungot's voice rang through the space, "Too bad, girls. Looks like you didn't quite make it. Good news though, I've had a change of heart. I will return Helena to her former self. That is, if Annabelle agrees to take not only the small swap with Helena, but one from me as well. Could be anything, are you willing to take the chance?"

Helena shook her head, "Don't do it, Annabelle. You owe me nothing."

Annabelle hesitated. Doctor Grungot waited a few seconds before piping up, "Okay, looks like you made your decision. Now, as I promised, let's make the situation worse...Ms. Ming..."

"Goodbye..." Helena whispered before starting her seizure like behavior. Her eyes betrayed her but she stood with contented if not confused body language.

Doctor Grungot spat with sick glee, "Now let's make some changes to our dear, fragile young lady. Let's give her some balding, adult acne, chronic bad breath, nasty teeth and take away her hearing. That ought to make life more interesting for her."

As he said each thing, Helena's appearance changed. Her black hair began to thin and a distinct bald spot appeared. Her face became riddled with pock marks and scars from a life of chronic acne. Also appearing were rows of angry looking zits, some complete with pus. She opened her mouth and her teeth shifted becoming horribly crooked and yellow. They made Annabelle's look beautiful in comparison. Finally, Helena put her hands over her ears and screamed. When she stopped she looked around afraid and confused. It was awful to watch and Annabelle had to look away. Helena just sobbed. She sobbed horrible, deep sobs. She suddenly stopped and stared forward, became very still. Annabelle knew what was happening. Her memories were changing to accommodate her new "assets". Annabelle could only imagine how awful her new old memories were becoming.

"I'll do it." Annabelle yelled into the sky.

"Done." Doctor Grungot stated.

Helena blinked as she put her hands over her ears. She opened her mouth and her teeth arranged themselves properly become white and clean. The acne on her face cleared up and the scars and marks smoothed out. Her hair filled out and the bald spot disappeared. Her skin began to lighten and her Asian features shifted. Her nose thinned, her jawline became slightly more angular, her eyes opened wide. Annabelle could see Helena's overjoyed expression as her body finished its transformation. Before Annabelle stood Helena as she was previously. Her pale white skin and beautiful black hair framed her mostly androgynous face. But the tears of joy didn't start flowing from her deep green eyes until she stood totally upright and stretched herself out. She was overwhelmed and resigned herself to simply walking around at a normal pace, her steps were springy and pain free.

Annabelle smiled weakly as a momentary tingle tickled her brain.

Doctor Grungot chimed up, "Now, a simple change from Helena. Should help you in your...profession."

Annabelle felt a quick sting in her tongue as a ball stud appeared. She reached up and felt it but couldn't see it. She flicked her tongue around her mouth, it definitely felt a bit strange. She would get used to it. It was always reversible too, so it wasn't so bad!

"...And a change from me."

Annabelle shook her head as her hair felt like millions of fire ants were crawling on her. She scratched at her blonde locks only to feel it growing. It flowed down and down until it was almost to her waist! This was definitely very girly hair. It made her feel sexy and swayed heavily as she moved her head around.

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"That's all?" Annabelle blurted out.

Doctor Grungot responded angrily, "Oh, was that not enough for you? Want me to add something else?"

"No...It's good, Doc."

As the scene began to collapse, Helena looked up at Annabelle and smiled. She mouthed, "Thank you" through bleary eyes before Annabelle slipped into the void.

[b]NAME:[/b] Annabelle

[b]HEIGHT:[/b] 5"0

[b]WEIGHT:[/b] 131 LBS

[b]AGE:[/b] 21

[b]IQ:[/b] 72. Basic arithmetic and reading are somewhat difficult.

[b]POWERUPS:[/b] 1

[b]SEX / PHYSIOLOGY:[/b] Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile. Strong pheromones attracting men and giving her a sweet scent.

[b]PREGNANCY:[/b] Second trimester. Twenty Three weeks along. Large 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. Goes almost down to the waist.

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[b]VOICE:[/b] Super high-pitched, seductive and breathy. Very simple vocabulary. "Ghetto" accent.

[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; small feminine 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; smooth, weak, flat 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. A barcode tattooed on her wrist.

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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. Barbell stud in tongue.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b] Flowy red dress which goes down to the knee. Two dark spots in the breast area. No bra or panties. Red heels with a black bow.

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[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 and anal 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, 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. Is often selfless and will sacrifice herself for others.

[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. Difficulty with basic arithmatic.

[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