Round 19

[b]Round Nineteen:[/b]

Marty appeared in the boxing ring.

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He cringed at the sight of it. His legs were shaky and weak now. He wouldn't be able to win against Anthony the way he did last time.

He wore the blue gi.

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The rough material of the gi was grating against his smooth, hairless skin. Not only was the top far too large, but the bottoms were baggy now, too. Luckily, with his metal stiletto heels, he wouldn't be tripping over the outfit.

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But, even with the heels, he was swimming in the gi that clearly was not meant for his lithe body. While he wouldn't outright trip on the bottoms, moving and fighting in the outfit would be much more difficult. Marty figured that even though he had worn better fitting clothing in previous rounds, his brain was too stubborn to give up his trusty gi, no matter how ill fitting it became. That made him feel both pride and fear. If he lost against Anthony in a fight...Marty knew he would have to admit - and face - how different he had become. How he wasn't the same person that began the extravaganza.

Marty quickly pulled the extremely loose top of the gi down and tucked the excess material into the bottoms. He tightened the brown belt around his waist and held everything in place. Marty brushed his straight black hair out of his eyes and looked down at his legs. Unlike last time, he wouldn't be able to rely on powerful legs kicking at his opponent. In fact, he was at a double disadvantage because not only were his legs weak but he had to contend with how baggy the pants were.

Anthony appeared a few inches above the floor and landed with a loud *CRASH*. Marty jumped back at the sight of his opponent who had become a muscle bound monster!

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Anthony was standing in a thin pair of grey boxer briefs. Marty found himself staring longingly at the fat bulge that poked out of the underwear. Not only was his upper body gigantic, but his legs were too! At least Marty knew where his stolen leg muscles had ended up.

Marty kept his distance, warily watching his grinning opponent.

Anthony's voice was deep and booming, "We meet again, white boy." He paused, "Nah, with that thick ass and long hair you ain't even a boy no mo'."

Marty shifted in his gi. How could Anthony see his expanded bottom through all this thick material?

Before opening his mouth to respond, Anthony cut him off with a frown and a harsh tone, "You know, white girl, you really startin' to piss me off. Why you givin' my property the ability to think? First you let her wear whatever shoes she want. I was willin' to overlook that, but now she askin' [i]questions[/i]. I don't like when my property ask [i]quesitons[/i]. You gon' pay if she keep changin' for the worse - or you gon' [i]replace her[/i]."

Marty gulped, he was talking about Annabelle. Apparently she was Anthony's property. Did that mean Anthony owned the purple strip club? W-what did he mean 'replace her'?

Anthony's face lightened up and his grin returned, "Now with that unpleasantness out the way, I wanna thank you for the recent muscle donation." Anthony flexed his muscles, "I'm a fuckin' beast now."

Marty couldn't help but admire the ripped black man in front of him. He was pretty hunky and-

Marty shook his head and pushed the thoughts away.

Anthony laughed, "I see you 'mirin white girl, you gon' be all over me in no time."

S.A.M. appeared in a little gi of his own.

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His spoke in his monotone, computer voice, "Contestants will engage in one on one combat. The match is over when one contestant taps our or is knocked out."

"Oh this gon' be fun." Anthony boomed while cracking his knuckles.

Marty took a few quick, frightened breaths and mentally prepared himself.

"Begin"

Anthony surged forward, his hulking form moving like a blur. Marty tried to evade and outrun Anthony, but his diminished legs wouldn't push him fast enough. Anthony wrapped Marty up by pressing Marty's elbows against his side. His grip was like iron. Marty tried wiggling his arms and struggling with his entire upper body but to no avail. He was caught and completely powerless.

Anthony laughed directly in Marty's face. Marty struggled desperately with all his might while Anthony lifted him off the ground with minimal effort.

"You fucking...asshole!" Marty screamed as he kicked his metal heel between Anthony's legs.

*CLANK*

Marty's foot bounced off.

"Not this time, bitch. I was ready for yo' weak ass girly tactics." Anthony mused proudly. "100% metal cup. You gon' have to do better than that."

Marty could feel the color draining from his face. He kicked weakly at Anthony's powerful, muscled legs, without delivering a blow of any significance. He was fatigued and out of options. Oh, and his hair was in his eyes again.

Anthony brought Marty's face close to his. "Tell you what. I'm feeling generous today. If you agree to tap out and give me a kiss, I'll make the change to you surface level only. If you refuse: I'll throw you to the fucking mat; beat the shit out of you; then give you the worst change I can think of. I'll give you five seconds to think about it."

Marty shuddered.

"One"

He could beat this guy, right? He was a martial arts expert, right?

"Two"

It doesn't matter if he's a martial arts expert if he can't even use his arms!

"Three"

How bad could a single kiss be? And a surface level change...that didn't sound so bad.

"Four"

A single kiss sounded nice actually...he was a sexy hunk after all..."

"Five! What will it be?" Anthony asked, his grip tightening on Marty's arms.

Marty's voice was in his normally deep tone but weak and dejected, "A-alright..."

"Alright what?" Anthony asked, lifting Marty up a few more inches.

"Alright I'll...I'll kiss you..."

Anthony lowered Marty to the mat and released his arms, "Does that mean you surrender, white girl?"

"Y-yes..."

Anthony snatched Marty by his arms once more eliciting a soft gasp as he yelled, "YES WHAT!?"

Marty averted his gaze, barely able to stand the humiliation, "Yes, I surrender!"

Anthony shook Marty roughly. Marty's hair shifted from side to side as his lithe body was manhandled. Anthony continued to yell, "Look into my eyes when you surrender to me, slut!"

Marty dragged his big, green eyes to Anthony's small, brown ones. Anthony's gaze was filled with callousness, lust and ambition.

"I surrender to you." Marty softly whispered.

Anthony dropped Marty yet again. When he landed, Marty looked up at his opponent and immediately felt outclassed in a way he never had before. Whereas, before the extravaganza, if he ever felt himself weaker or lacking compared to his opponent - Marty knew he could drive himself to work harder and become better. With enough hard work, he could eventually overcoming the obstacle...But now? As he stared at the wall of muscle and sinew in front of him, Marty knew he could never overcome Anthony. They just had way different body types.

Like they were built differently...

Like Antohny was in a different category altogether...

Like Marty should be in an easier league than the man in front of him...

Like It could never be fair between them....

Like Marty was a woman...

Marty shook his head at the thought, but he couldn't get the lingering feeling to go away. Panic began to set in as his brain attempted to figure out how to get out of the spiral. He tried recalling his past victories - the hardships he had overcome. But nothing erased the gnaw of biological inadequacy. He [i]couldn't[/i] overcome their differences. No matter how long or how hard he trained he [i]couldn't[/i] change nature.

While Marty's head was spinning and his brain was warring with itself, Anthony took the opportunity to step forward. He reached his muscled arm around Marty's back and grabbed his chubby ass. Marty yelped as Anthony pulled him forward and their lips met. Marty was looking up as his thin body was totally enveloped. Anthony immediately shoved his tongue into Marty's mouth and roughly probed inside. Marty initially felt violated, taken advantage of, angry, humiliated and dejected. But...as the kiss progressed, his negative feelings began to turn while his little cock sprang to life. Anthony was so powerful and in charge. A strong masculine musk washed over Marty and he found himself wrapping his thin little arms behind Anthony's neck, pulling him in. As Anthony pressed his lips down on Marty, and his tongue continued its exploration of Marty's mouth, new emotions and feelings pushed to the forefront. Marty suddenly felt emerging feelings of submission, reception, horniness, sluttyness and domestication. For a few seconds, it felt RIGHT to have this strong man dictating everything. When they finally broke apart Marty found himself short of breath. His head was still at war, but one side was clearly beginning to win. He felt drunk. He felt completely out of it.

Only when he started mentally return did Marty realize Anthony had pulled the pants of his gi down to his ankles! His thin little chicken legs were on display as was the bottom of his expanded ass. The top of the outfit fell like a baggy dress which, thankfully, obscured his pathetic, caged cock. Marty came to his senses and turned on a dime. He moved to step away when - *CRASH* - he tripped over the gi bottoms pooled at his ankles and landed face first on the mat. He was on his knees with his ass in the air, facing Anthony. Of course, Anthony took the opportunity to descend of Marty. He quickly delivered several strong, open hand spanks directly onto Marty's bottom. Marty screamed as his beating commenced. He had no choice but to wait it out, he was on the floor, bent over and completely at Anthony's mercy. When it was over, Marty could feel his stinging bottom was hot and beat red. He laid on the floor for a few seconds, his ass hanging in the air a bit longer.

Anthony stood, "You lucky I didn't fuck that sissy ass of yours, white girl. Don't think i'll neglect to do that next time! Now, I'm a man of my word, so ima do something surface level to make you a bit prettier."

Marty felt something wet on his hands and feet and a slight tingle in his brain. He watched as a dark red polish coated his nails. It looked ridiculous on his big, veiny extremities.

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Well that was no big deal, he could just clean that off and - REAPPLY ANOTHER COLOR RIGHT AFTER!

Marty shook his head. He could just get some polish remover and - MAYBE FIND SOMETHING PINK AND SPARKLY THIS TIME!

Marty gulped. He couldn't even think about removing the polish without immediately feeling an overwhelming urge to reapply something else. This was more than just a simple coat of paint.

"Looks real sexy, bitch! Now, don't forget," Anthony started, "Don't you be lettin' my property give away her best assets or ima come for [i]you[/i]."

Marty silently pulled the gi bottoms, pooled around his ankles, back up to his waist and over his trembling, beat red cheeks. The outfit had never felt baggier and he had never felt so humiliated. He was no longer proud to wear the gi. He didn't feel like it belonged on him. It felt alien, uncomfortable and wrong.

The war in his head continued to rage. But now, Marty found himself mentally stuck on the long kiss and the strange feelings he experienced.

He was left in the void for much needed reflection.

[b]NAME: [/b]

Marty Lyonelle Dawes

[b]AGE: [/b]

21

[b]HEIGHT: [/b]

5"09

[b]WEIGHT: [/b]

159 LBS

[b]IQ[/b]

91

[b]POWERUPS:[/b]

0

[b]HAIR:[/b]

Straight, chin length black hair with long bangs. Silky and clean with a bit of sheen to it.

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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]

Small, one or two inch micro penis with sad, shrivled balls. Smooth and void of any hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.

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[b]UPPER BODY:[/b]

Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Flat pecks with little muscle. Nipples are small hard and masculine. Stomach is hard, cut and muscled. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands are large and silky though masculine with deep red painted nails.

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[b]LOWER BODY:[/b]

Hairless, stick legs with little muscle or fat. Feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips. Deep red painted toenails.

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[b]OUTFIT:[/b]

A blue men's gi. Far too large and extremely baggy.

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Metal stiletto heels.

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[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b]

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 - on both his partners and himself. Likes having women call him 'Daddy'. Enjoys long kisses with both men and women. Finds himself increasingly interested in men.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

Somewhat driven and dim-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]

Extremely knowlegable with Jiu Jitsu. 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. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.