Round 83

[b]*Round Eighty Three*[/b]

Annabelle appeared in a well lit, slightly cold room. She looked around, it was a waiting room of some kind. The walls were white and the floors were white linoleum tile. The room had a very "sterile" feel to it. Off to the side was a long wooden desk and illuminated hallways ran in a four cardinal directions. It was a hospital.

She examined her outfit. A loose fitting dark blue blouse hung comfortably over her belly while her giant, bolted-on tits pressed against a supportive bra. The top revealed a tiny bit of cleavage but it was tasteful. Her newly outie, pierced belly button was clearly visible through the top. Her thin little arms had baggy sleeves down to the elbow. A thick pair of black yoga pants hugged her legs. She could feel the pants giving her a cameltoe, but it was covered by the baggy blouse. She also felt a comfortable pair of panties underneath the pants. Her thick, feminine thighs were displayed well. She stood on five inch, creme colored heels. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back all the way to her protruding shelf-ass.

Annabelle flicked her newly pierced tongue along her puffy lips. It would take some getting used to, but she somewhat enjoyed the feel of the stud rolling around her mouth. She peered down into her slight cleavage. In the top and bra her boobs didn't look so unnatural. She shook her upper body a bit, feeling how different her newly augmented assets moved. As long as she kept them mostly covered up, it wouldn't be a big deal. Annabelle felt a bit relieved as she unconsciously rubbed her long nails along her belly. She adopted a feminine stance and pulled out a cigarette.

Seconds later, Cindi appeared.

Her medium brown hair framed her androgynous face. Though her face was still covered in thick makeup, her thick rimmed glasses, thin lips and small brown eyes gave her a plain appearance. She wore a sky blue crop top and pink miniskirt. The outfit left her lack of curves plainly visible. She had no breasts to speak of while her torso to hips were straight up and down. The miniskirt was flat against her bony ass and her thin thighs stood atop a tall pair of heels. She looked like a feminine boy dressing as a hooker. With her heels, Cindi stood about 5"10, towering over Annabelle.

Cindi smoothed out her miniskirt and examined the room. When her tiny brown eyes met Annabelle, she grew a wide, warm smile.

"Hey there!" Cindi's alto pitched voice echoed in the mostly barren waiting room.

Annabelle couldn't help but smile back, Cindi had always been so nice to her. She quickly closed her mouth, embarrassed by her crooked, yellow teeth.

Annabelle took a long drag before responding with her breathy chirp, "Hey, how you doin' Cin?"

Cindi shuffled towards Annabelle, reached down, and put her hands on Annabelle's pregnant bump. Annabelle let out a soft gasp but allowed Cindi to touch her, even pushing her wide hips forward a bit to give Cindi easier access. Cindi's eyes were wide as she held her breath, waiting for something. Annabelle didn't know what to feel, it was strange having somebody touch her belly.

Cindi's eyes suddenly lit up and her smile grew even wider. She looked down at Annabelle as she exclaimed, "We felt it! The babies kicked!"

As Cindi pulled away, Annabelle beamed up at her proudly, using her hands to support her back.

S.A.M. appeared on the long desk.

"Contestants will request a patient intake form and fill it out factually. The first to be seen by a doctor is the winner."

Annabelle furrowed her brow for a second, thinking. Filling out paperwork? Definitely one of the more mundane contests she had been tasked with. At least it wasn't a physical challenge. She looked down at herself, she wasn't really in position to win physical challenges anymore. She recalled some of the earlier rounds, at least she wasn't in a gladiatorial arena anymore.

Behind the desk appeared two identical receptionists. Patients partially filled the seats in the waiting room. A bit of hustle and bustle echoed through the halls.

"Begin."

Annabelle wasted no time. She carefully waddled her way to the desk, her heels clicking on the linoleum tile. She approached the secretary, a middle aged white woman, who was focused on her computer. The woman looked like she was straight out of church. She gazed up at Annabelle with a frown. She raised one of her eyebrows as her gaze lingered on Annabelle's belly.

Her voice was disinterested and somewhat disrespectful, "Can I help you, ma'am?"

Annabelle cleared her throat and squeaked, "Yeah, I need a patient intake sheet."

The woman didn't flinch as she continued starting at Annabelle, "Ma'am, this is a hospital, there's no smoking in here."

Annabelle quickly looked over at Cindi who was already collecting her intake from from a similarly disinterested secretary.

"Whatever." Annabelle dropped her cigarette on the ground and stomped on it with the front of her heel.

The receptionist sat back and folded her arms across her breasts and scolded, "Are you serious, right now? You're going to be that disrespectful? Somebody ought to teach you some manners, young lady. This isn't some cheap motel or trailer where you can just discard your waste wherever you please."

Annabelle looked behind her and saw the patients in the waiting room were staring at her disapprovingly. Cindi found a seat and was writing furiously. Her scandalous outfit also garnering some attention.

Annabelle reached down and picked up the cigarette butt. She quickly discarded it in a nearby trashcan before returning to the desk.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I jus' want a doc to check on the child me and my baby daddy is havin'."

The receptionist sat forward and fished out a form as she mumbled to herself, "...Unwed little slut coming in here and filling her body with toxins. That poor child..."

She presented the form to Annabelle and turned her attention back to her computer screen while shaking her head disapprovingly.

Annabelle took the form and a nearby pen before making her way to the chairs, ignoring the stares of the other patients. She carefully seated herself and examined the form:

FEMALE PATIENT FORM.

She looked at the first line, NAME. The form had a line of boxes to input each letter. She proceeded to write,

Name: Annabelle

Annabelle stopped. She stared at her name. Something looked off. Did she have a last name? Her brow furrowed, didn't everybody have a last name? She was about to skip the question but it clearly said 'First and Last name required.' She hesitated a few more seconds before struggling to her feet and heading back to the front desk.

"E-excuse me." Annabelle whispered.

"What?" The woman answered rudely, without looking up.

"I was hopin' you could check your computer fo' my name."

The woman scoffed before slapping the keyboard sarcastically a few times. Her voice dripped with mockery, "Looks like it's Slut. Make sure you don't spell it wrong."

Annabelle turned and walked back to her seat. Was that her name? She wasn't sure, but it definitely felt like it fit her. Annabelle wrote, 'Slut' for her last name. She felt a tingle in her head as she continued the form.

Age: 21

Weight: 125

Height: 5"00

Pregnant? Yes

How far along? 6 Months

Lactating? Yes

Married? No

Smoker? Yes.

She finished the first page and saw Cindi return to the front desk to turn hers in. She had to hurry!

Insurance? No

Medications? No

Breast size?

Vaginal Depth?

Wait what? What kind of questions were these?

As Annabelle read down the page, she was surprised what the form required. She got the feeling this wasn't the standard hospital form. She shrugged, she wasn't embarrassed about it and she answered each question as truthfully as she could.

Breast Cup Size? H

Vaginal Depth? 12+ Inches

Number of Sexual Partners? 100+

Number of Climaxes? 1000+

Wearing Panties? Yes

Preferred Intercourse Method? Vaginal

Sexual Preference? Heterosexual Female

Have you ever had sex with more than one partner at a time? Yes

How many times? More than 10

First Sexual Experience? Sixteen or Under

When she finished answering all the above and other similarly intimate sexual questions, She took the paper back to the front desk and slid it to the receptionist. The woman began reading Annabelle's responses with a horrified expression.

"Thank you, Ms. Slut, please wait for the doctor." Her voice was cold and emotionless.

Annabelle returned to her chair, it was a waiting game now. She looked over to Cindi who was thumbing through a magazine. Her legs were crossed which hid her privates, Annabelle didn't think she had underwear on.

The tingle in Annabelle's head ceased and she remembered signing the paperwork to change her last name to slut. She had just started turning tricks for Darius. He told her she needed a distinct name, so nobody would mistake her for anything but a little whore. What better way to advertise who she was?

As she returned from the thought, a young looking doctor stepped into the room. He examined a clipboard and read aloud, "Ms. Lane?"

Cindi dropped her magazine and piped up, "That's us!"

She hopped up and began walking to the desk. Annabelle looked down and felt a bit dejected, too bad she took a long time filling out the form.

As Annabelle pulled out a cigarette to await the inevitable swap, Doctor Grungot's voice rang out, "Good job, Ms. Lane. What would you like to swap with Ms. Slut?"

Cindi thought for a few seconds before answering, "We want to be able to wear regular clothes without feeling sick. Also, we want to wear panties again."

As if on cue, Cindi's crop top started expanding, covering more and more skin. Her skirt also began creeping down her legs and turning to pants. Her high heels shortened until she was standing on flats. When it was done, she wore a slightly baggy blouse and jeans with black flats. It hid her lack of curves better and she looked a bit more female. She now looked like a very plain young woman.

Cindi reached into her pants and fished out her panties, pulling one side above her jeans. She let out a little squeal of joy, "We don't even feel bad! This is so comfortable!" Cindi strutted around the room, excited about her new wardrobe.

Meanwhile, Annabelle's loose, dark blue blouse began riding higher and higher. Its sleeves receded fully while her pregnant stomach poked out. Her pierced belly button glistened in the light. The blouse continued rising until it was barely more than a tight fitting bra. Speaking of bra, it disappeared and her unnatural, giant tits poked out proudly underneath a tight tube top. The top seemed to form fit around her breasts, showing the outline of her pierced nipples. The garment also dipped and gave her deep cleavage. It left her back, complete with slutty tattoos, visible. Her yoga pants climbed up, exposing her hairless legs. It ended dangerously close to her pussy. At the last second, the super short shorts split into a miniskirt. The tight black skirt squeezed her and dug slightly into her thighs. Annabelle tried pulling the skirt down a bit, but felt her ass crack was out. She tried pulling it up a bit and knew her panties were out. She settled for a bit of both. Annabelle's heels raised another inch and became sparkly red. Her delicate feet poked through and her shiny nails glimmered from the open toe heels.

Annabelle suddenly felt a burning, uncomfortable sensation beneath her miniskirt. She shifted her motherly hips and rubbed her thighs together, but the itch intensified. She began to panic as the itch turned to a pinching feeling, like a million spiders biting her upper thighs. She reached under the skirt and ripped at her panties. She was expecting some sort of mutant insect to jump out, but instead there was nothing but her slightly damp, hairless vagina. When the panties were off, the horrible itching suddenly ceased. She gulped, looks like panties weren't an option anymore. Her snatch was completely bare, any movement, however slight, threatened to flash her intimate bits to anybody looking.

A second doctor stepped through the door and shouted, "Ms. Slut?"

Several patients began snickering. Annabelle looked up at the doctor before stepping out of her panties and balling them up. She raised her tiny hand and waddled over to him, each step partially exposing her increasingly wet pussy. She discarded her now useless panties into the trash as she stood in her new outfit, leaving very little to the imagination. While Cindi's top was comfortable and respectable, Annabelle's was uncomfortable and slutty. Cindi's lack of curves were hidden underneath while Annabelle's exaggerated femininity jutted out provocatively.

Annabelle stood close to Cindi, The other patients probably assumed Cindi was in for a simple check-up. On the flip side, Annabelle looked like she was likely there for a paternity test or STD screening. As they stood next to each other, the differences between them were only intensified.

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle lit up the cigarette she was holding, much to the chagrin of the frowning secretaries at the long desk.

[b]NAME:[/b] Annabelle Slut

[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] 2

[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 Five weeks along. Large baby bump. Carrying twin girls. Outie belly button.

[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. No gag reflex whatsoever.

[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 Fake looking H cup breasts. Unnaturally gravity defying and circular. Thick and veinous, pierced, dark pink feminine nipples. Over-active mammary glands. Visible surgical scars.

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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.

https://ftopx.com/images/201503/ftop.ru_144098.jpg

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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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http://merryporns.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/a-freshly-waxed-queen-of-spades.jpg

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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] Dark blue "Top" that looks more like a form fitting bra which shows deep cleavage and leaves the stomach completely exposed. Black micro skirt that is more akin to a belt than a skirt. Tall, sparkly red heels with open toe.

[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. Incapable of wearing underwear, feels compelled to let others know, generally by showing them. Refuses to wear any clothing not considered slutty or sexy.

[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