Bonus Round 1

[b]Bonus Round One:[/b]

Martin appeared in a dark room. He felt a chill in the air. In front of him were two spotlights illuminating a wooden floor.

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Martin could see the very faint outline of something in the distance and knew the room was large. He stepped carefully towards the spotlight. Martin grunted in frustration when his high heels clopped loudly on the wood, disturbing the dead silence pervading the room.

He looked down at his black heels.

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They looked like male dress shoes that had been converted and twisted into femininity. With barely any consideration, Martin slipped off his right shoe and flicked it forward. He would be damned if he had to mince around like a sissy. No matter how painful, he would bear it! He'd sustained horrific injuries while training his martial arts. He could handle anything! He had the physical fortitude of an elephant and the mental focus of a sage. He confidently smashed his right foot down. He was moving forward without the shoes, no matter what!

But when his heel touched the ground, Martin screamed out in anguish and his leg collapsed under him, causing him to fall to his right. His outstretched hand slapped the wood and he caught himself just before his head made contact.

Everything below his right knee was on fire! It was like his foot was dead asleep and being poked by hundreds of white hot needles. His pained cries echoed around the room. His leg was visibly shaking uncontrollably. He smacked the stage a few times; surely his foot had snapped off. There was just no other possible explanation. He wanted to reach out and rescue his poor, lost appendage which was no doubt laying lifeless and cold, but he was too afraid to address the gaping wound he no doubt had. After a minute of sobbing and gasping for air, Martin carefully turned to look at what he suspected was the bloody stump of his right leg.

There was nothing wrong: no blood, no missing foot. His right heel was stuck in an upright position. Next to his left (which still had the heel on) Martin could see his right foot would be perfectly supported by the five inch heels in its comfortable, default position.

He gulped before muttering to himself, "It's...It's not p-possible, is it?"

Martin wiped the tears from his alluring green eyes and somberly reached for his discarded shoe. He carefully slipped it on. At least if he was forced to wear high heels, these weren't flashy pink stilettos or something awful like that. These were probably the best he could hope for. Martin took a few deep breaths, collected himself, then stood back up . He took a tentative step forward and his heel clacked loudly on the wood. He sighed in relief when he wasn't met with stinging pain. Martin would have to put up with the heels for now.

Apart from the heels, he had on a loose basketball shirt and shorts. The outfit made his heels look even more out of place.

As he walked into the spotlight, lights slowly illuminated the rest of the room. Martin peered around and saw he was in some sort of theater. Rows of empty red seats stretched back to the far wall. A second tier of seating stretched even farther back. It wasn't the largest theater he had ever seen, but it was definitely up there.

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He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see Doctor Grungot sweeping towards him on the stage. His long, white lab coat wrapped around his slightly pudgy belly. Doctor Grungot walked briskly and with purpose.

Martin opened his mouth to give the Doctor a piece of his mind, however, as he did so, Doctor Grungot raised a microphone to his mouth and began to chirp, "Welcome one and all to the Extravaganza!"

A thunder of applause boomed from behind Martin causing his heart to nearly leap out of his chest. He turned quickly to see every seat in the audience was filled with people clapping and smiling. The lights dimmed until Martin could barely make out any individual person. Martin tried retreat out of the spotlight, but found it followed his every move.

While Martin was slightly bewildered, the Doctor continued, "Please give it up for our brave contestant, Martin!"

Another burst of applause and cheers rang out from the crowd. Martin looked towards the crowd, furrowed his brow, and gave a halfhearted, confused smile.

Doctor Grungot scoffed, "We've already started getting to know our new competitor - mostly through his failures! Nice shoes there Martin the manly man!"

A roar of laughter sent Martin's cheeks burning red.

"But seriously, folks, we've got to get down to business! Bonus Round 1 is upon us! Let's not forget: the stakes are higher in these special contests. Mr. Dawes definitely doesn't want to lose one of these! For those of you that don't know, losing a bonus round will incur an additional penalty on top of the normal swap as chosen by moi! Also, the contestant will usually be up against multiple opponents which means they each get to transform him if he loses! Wouldn't that be grand?" Doctor Grungot paused for applause before continuing, "Let's meet Mr. Dawes' opponent in this round. Put your hands together for the one, the only - Anthony Johnson!"

Martin's stomach dropped as Anthony stomped out from behind stage. He walked across with a highly confident swagger. His thick, rippling biceps bulged out while his prominent chest was puffed up. His dark skin had a slight shine as the spotlight caught him. He wore loose red shorts and tennis shoes with no shirt. His abs were chiseled and well defined. He smiled and shook his fist up in the air which elicited a raucous cheer from the crowd.

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Anthony turned his attention to Martin and stopped to laugh. Martin hated himself for it, but his cheeks turned crimson yet again which only made Anthony laugh harder.

Anthony snatched the microphone out of Doctor Grungot's hands and motioned at Martin while he boomed in his deep baritone, "I knew this white boy was a little bitch, but I didn't think he would show it this fast!"

Anthony stomped up directly next to Martin, chest to chest. Martin didn't back down and stared right up into Anthony's eyes. With his heels, Martin was the same size as he was during their last meeting so he was still just a bit shorter than Anthony. But, even though his effective height was still the same, it FELT different. Martin FELT he was much shorter. He FELT his heels were a massive vulnerability. A vulnerability he and his opponent didn't share. They were a part of his body he wasn't confident in. Even still, martin didn't back down from his grinning opponent.

Anthony continued, droplets of spit sprayed onto Martin's face as Anthony shouted into the microphone, "He even got them big green eyes. You know those belonged to a dirty, cocksucking, pair of sluts, right? They lived on a strict dick-diet for months, ya dig? You know that song 'Eye of the Tiger'? Well you got 'Eye of the Cocksucker'!"

Anthony nearly doubled over with laughter. The crowd seemed to agree with him as their derision echoed around the theater. Martin didn't feel embarrassed anymore. having a challenger in his face activated his competitive nature and made him numb to everything else. He was going to destroy this asshole. No matter what the contest was. Martin clenched his fists. Heels or no heels Anthony was going down.

Anthony choked out through his laughter, "Don't worry, white boy, those eyes will be at groin level and reunited with my big black cock before you know it!"

Martin waited a few seconds. Hate twisted across his face.

Martin spoke loud enough so only Anthony could hear. He wanted Anthony to know his theatrics didn't matter and the crowd didn't matter. He wanted Anthony to see that despite all the bullshit, he was about to lose.

Martin whispered coolly, "I'm about to whoop your ass a second time."

It seemed to do the trick as Anthony's face instantly darkened and his smile turned into a scowl. The two men stared each other down.

Doctor Grungot tip toed up and pulled the microphone away from Anthony, "O-okay, folks, looks like our contestants are ready to go! Take it away S.A.M."

S.A.M. appeared in front of the scowling contestants. They both broke their eye contact and turned to the little robot.

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His voice was monotone and robotic, "Contestants will have sex with a female contestant. Once both parties have orgasmed, that team will be declared the winner. Female contestants will be held in bondage during the contest."

When S.A.M. finished speaking, Annabelle and Danielle appeared in front of the men. The girls were completely naked and locked in gynecological chairs that opened their legs wide, baring their feminine charms completely open for business. Danielle's arms, legs and chest were strapped down and she drooled around a bit gag. A tuft of dark pubic hair sat above her vagina which had rather prominent lips. She shivered and her eyes darted to each man nervously. Her small tits were prominently displayed and her nipples poked out. Her medium length brown hair framed her pretty, but rather ordinary, face while her cheeks become a deepening shade of crimson.

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Annabelle, meanwhile, was not gagged but was tied up with both rope and leather. Her torso was tightly wound with a complex web of rope surrounding her massive, heavy tits. The rope went around her back, neck and shoulders. Her hands were bound above her head while her legs were secured in the stirrups by multiple leather straps. She laid eyes on Martin and licked her lips suggestively causing a significant stir in his shorts.

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"Begin."

Martin tore off his shirt and stepped out of his shorts with a click. He was already hard just from the sight of the bound, naked women. He surged forward and wrapped his hands around Annabelle's meaty thighs.

She let out a contended sigh as she squeaked at Martin in her breathy, high pitch, "I've been wooking forwawd to this, Daddy. I've been dweaming about your big cock!"

A familiar sweet scent gushed out of Annabelle while Martin maneuvered himself until his penis was pressed up directly against her vagina. He rubbed his cock-head across her pussy lips, coating his tip generously with her fluids. With a grunt, Martin plunged himself inside - all the way to the hilt. He slid in so easily! Her pussy was already soaking wet! He held onto her thighs tightly, using them as leverage as he slid his dick in and out with a *Squealch*. Her cunt was amazing! She was tight in all the right places and Martin could feel her soft vaginal walls clenching around him, milking his cock. Annabelle was sputtering high pitched moans from her fat, pillow lips and Martin could see her hands clenched into delicate little fists. Martin slowed his pace and meticulously pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in, fucking her hard. Male pubic bone smashing into female. Each time he pressed into her, Annabelle's tits bounced wildly and she grunted softly. He sped up, taking shorter but much faster strokes. Her cunt sloshed and drooled onto the floor while Martin built up a sweat. Annabelle squirmed her hips but was forced to stay mostly stationary. Martin's hands dug deep and he clenched his eyes shut. He needed to get her off first, he knew he could cum anytime he wanted. But it was getting hard to stop himself, her pussy was just so tight and she was so fucking hot.

Martin snuck a quick peek over to his competitors but stopped short. He didn't want to see some guys dick!

He turned his attention back to Annabelle and redoubled his efforts. He pistoned his hips wildly, absolutely crushing Annabelle's hungry pussy. His hardness was penetrating her softness. But it was beyond simply penetrating, he was fucking her. HARD fucking her.

She gasped and screamed out, "Fuck my wittle kitty, Daddy! Cum inside me, Daddy!"

Her vaginal walls clamped down even tighter. Martin grunted and felt like his dick was being milked. It was like her vagina wanted him to cum! He couldn't hold out anymore! He had to give Annabelle's cunt what it wanted! He bucked his hips sending his pole sloshing inside her warm, dribbling cunt until finally he bellowed out. His strokes became slow and short as a surge of pleasure wracked through his body and he plastered the inside of Annabelle's womb. Martin took several heavy breaths while his throbbing cock delivered its load inside the squirming Annabelle. When he was finished, Martin looked up and saw that Annabelle's eyes were tightly shut and she was biting her lower lip. She opened her eyes and looked at him with minor confusion. She hadn't gotten off yet! He gripped her thighs and moved his hips. But his dick was going soft!

As panic began to set in, Martin could hear the loud moans of Danielle nearby. She sounded really close! Annabelle sat up and looked down at her vagina. She reached her bound hands down and opened her lips to examine the cum dribbling out.

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"You're gonna hafta wick me." She stated plainly.

Martin wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded. He couldn't lose this! He bent down and took a deep breath. Martin could feel the heat emanating from her cunt when he got close. It was sticky, hot, wet and reeked of sex. He pulled her vaginal lips open, exposing her clit and stuck out his tongue. He pressed forward and furiously started to lick. His head bobbed up and down along her clit. He swirled around it, pressed it, sucked on it, desperate to get her off. Marty's smooth chin was quickly coated in their mixed sexual fluids. After a few minutes, Marty felt Annabelle's legs tense up. While his tongue was extremely fatigued, Marty pushed himself and in one final surge her pussy started to tremble and she moaned loudly. Marty gave her a few more slurps for good measure before standing back up.

Marty watched with satisfaction as Annabelle's body convulsed with orgasm. Even though he was more or less a prisoner here, watching the tiny blonde in front of him squirm in pleasure while dripping his cum was a sight he would never get tired of. He felt a strange tingle on top of his head. He reached up and brushed his hand across....hair?? Marty had kept his hair shaved for years, how had it grown out so quickly? As he pondered, the hair pushed out even further, growing inch by inch. He looked over to his competitors, clearly something was wrong.

Marty's eyes met Anthony who stood in front of Danielle. His shorts were already back in place and his arms were folded in front of him. He wore a condescending, amused expression. Danielle had been mostly released from her bondage and her gag had been removed. She checked her dripping groin while shaking her head.

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Doctor Grungot approached the contestants and spoke into his microphone, "Congratulations to all our competitors, that was a-"

Anthony swiped the microphone out of Doctor Grungot's hands, "Looks like the real man won, as expected. This fake ass boy couldn't even last long enough to satisfy the horniest ho in the fucking universe. The cum on your face looks like it belongs there, bitch! Ima take the bulk of your upper body muscle. I could always use more gains and yo skanky ass dont need it!"

Danielle piped up from her chair, her voice was a bit shaky and uncertain, "I w-want some of his confidence..."

Marty's entire body tingled.

"N-no, please NO!" He screamed.

But there was nothing Marty could do to stop it. It started with his biceps which shrank before his eyes. Years and years of pushing himself - hundreds or thousands of hours spent in the gym were washed away in seconds as layer upon layer of muscle tendon was stripped away. His forearms followed suit by receding and thinning out. His shoulders drooped and faded while his chest deflated. Marty still had decent muscles but they paled in comparison to what they were just seconds before. Anthony, on the other hand, bulked up even more. His already large arms expanded and grew. His shoulders broadened and his chest puffed out further. He went from huge to fucking huge!

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He leered at Marty who hung his head with despair. But Marty quickly raised his chin back up. It didn't matter! He didn't need his muscles at all, he could still easily - Marty felt woozy for a second. When it passed, Marty hung his head back down. How could he stand a chance against anybody without his strength? His physical power was his identity...How could he...

Marty somberly glanced up and saw Danielle was looking down at her hands with a big grin on her face. She shot a confident smile over at Marty and they locked eyes for a second. He quickly broke off the eye contact and looked at the ground.

Doctor Grungot wrestled the microphone away from Anthony who was more interested in flexing his newly expanded muscles.

"In addition," The Doctor started, "I've taken the liberty of swapping Mr. Dawes' hair with our dear friend Ms. Gentry. I'm sure she will approve!"

Marty closed his eyes. The crowd cheered and clapped loudly but Mary could barely hear them. The scene collapsed leaving him in the void with despair in his heart and sticky fluid on his chin.

[b]NAME: [/b]

Marty Lyonelle Dawes

[b]AGE: [/b]

21

[b]HEIGHT: [/b]

5"09

[b]WEIGHT: [/b]

165 LBS

[b]IQ[/b]

125

[b]HAIR:[/b]

Rather short, black, shaggy hair.

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[b]VOICE:[/b]

A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.

[b]FACE:[/b]

Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips. Low cheekbones and wide, somewhat prominent nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide neck with prominent Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.

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[b]GENITALS: [/b]

Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in well maintained, dark pubic hair.

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[b]UPPER BODY:[/b]

Average to below average biceps and forearms. Sparse hair covering the chest and slightly below average shoulders. Pecks are flat with little muscle. Nipples are small hard and masculine. Stomach is hard, cut and muscled. Upper body has some sparse hair. Hands are large, smooth and masculine with rough nails.

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[b]LOWER BODY:[/b]

Bulging tree-trunk legs which are strong and slightly hairy, feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Flat, muscular butt and narrow hips.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b]

Five inch black closed toe heels.

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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b]

Dates and has dated exclusively women. Loves drilling a nice wet pussy. Loves making women scream in ecstasy. Likes large tits and big butts (and he cannot lie). Likes seeing women with cum on them (especially if it's his). Enjoys a bit of hair down there and has a preference for long blonde hair up top. Loves cunnilingus and anal. Likes being the boss and having women call him 'Daddy'.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

Somewhat driven and quick-witted. A bit of a hothead that's slow with his decision making. Somewhat provacative and foolhardy. Not overtly afraid of anybody or anything. Has very fast muscle memory and advanced general motor skills. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence.

[b]KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:[/b]

Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowlegable about the human body inclduing fitness and diet (though he couldn't cook to save his life). Learned french exclusively for the ladies. Expert at walking in high heels.