Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap)

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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby laristopa » Tue Nov 20, 2018 11:50 pm

*Round Fifty Two*

Annabelle appeared in a hotel room. It was a comfortable looking place, not expensive but not cheap either. The unkempt queen size bed sat in the middle of the room in front of an LED television. A large window filtered light from the wall furthest from the entrance door. The walls were beige and were adorned with a generic selection of paintings.

Annabelle looked down at herself, she was wearing a sleeveless black dress that held her tightly and ended just above her knees. It accentuated her pierced breasts well. Her wide hips and fat butt stretched the dress to the max and she stood on five inch black heels. On top of her dress was a white apron tied in the back. The neckline of the dress was a medium sized 'V' that showed a bit of skin without being scandalous. Her long blonde locks were in a tight ponytail down her back. Annabelle pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a few puffs while she looked around the room.

S.A.M. appeared on the messy bed. "Whichever contestant can make the bed at an acceptable level of neatness first will be the winner."

The LED television turned on. Helena was standing in a similar looking hotel room, complete with an unkempt bed. She wore a black dress with black heels. The white apron was crumpled up in the corner, apparently she didn't want to wear it. She, too, smoked a cigarette.

"Begin."

Annabelle looked down at the bed. Why would it matter if the bed wasn't made? It was fine the way it was.

Oh shit! Not this again. Ten seconds already gone. Annabelle threw her cigarette to the ground and shuffled over to the bed. She started by pulling the blankets and sheets off. There was a small pile of fresh linens near the corner of the room. She picked up the new sheet and threw it on the bed. She stared at it for a second. She had no drive whatsoever to complete the challenge. She half hardheartedly pulled at the creme colored linen. She dropped what she was doing and pulled out a smoke, resigning herself to a quick smoke break.

It didn't take long for Helena to complete the challenge. Annabelle let out a smoky sigh as she sat on the bed.

"Well Ms. Mode, good job on that housekeeping! I think Mrs. Johnson could learn a thing or two from you!" Doctor Grungot's nasily voice came out of the TV. "What would you like to trade?"

"Well, Doctor, i'd like to trade Mrs. Johnson my girly tendencies. I'm ready to be the 'man' in my relationships. It's kind of tough when I naturally walk and act a certain girly way."
Annabelle felt a wave of nausea roll over her. It was a good thing she was already sitting or else she might have fell over. It was over in a few seconds. When she came to, she looked down and saw her legs were crossed with her right leg almost directly on top of her left. She no longer held her cigarette straight up and down, her wrist had a noticible break it it. Annabelle could see how her body naturally acted. If she noticed it, she could change it but the second her mind went elsewhere she gradually returned. She stood up and unwittingly her empty hand rested on her waist. Her leg jutted out and her hips were slightly cocked to one side. She walked forward and noticed her step had much more sway to it. Her chest bounced back and forth and her hips swayed with an exaggeration. As she waited for the round to end, Annabelle looked into the TV and noticed immediately that Helena was standing different. She looked more straight up and down, more squared up and tough looking. Helena shot Annabelle a 'rock on' hand gesture as the scene collapsed.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson
HEIGHT: 5"0
WEIGHT: 112 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 89
POWERUPS: 3
SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a ponytail stretching down to the mid back.
VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with red painted nails; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed 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.
PIERCINGS: 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.
OUTFIT:A tight black dress stretches across the body down to the knees. A medium sized 'V' shows just enough skin while remaining tasteful. A practical white apron tied around the waist. Five inch closed toe black heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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. Likes being locked in light bondage.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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 naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things.
ADDICTIONS: Smoking
FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.
EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby Junketh71 » Fri Nov 23, 2018 7:45 pm

Thank you for the new installment. It was really good.
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby laristopa » Sat Nov 24, 2018 10:03 am

*Round Fifty Three*

Annabelle appeared in a game room. Flashing lights and quick musical tunes played out all around. There were motorcycle simulation games, shooting simulators, basketball cage games, skee ball, pin ball and many many more. It was pleasant for her to just peer around the room and take in all the activity. There did not appear to be any doors or windows, it was just a big room with a multitude of games.

Annabelle stood with her hands resting on her hips. Her hips naturally pushed slightly to the side. She tried to correct her stance, but kept coming back to it when she didn't focus. She drew out a cigarette and started puffing it. The smoke burned her throat in the best possible way.

She looked down and discovered a pair of jean shorts stretched across her hips and ass, ending around her mid thigh. Covering her torso was a red tank top, her huge breasts were tightly held by a black bra. Her long blonde locks fell loosely down her shoulders to the mid back. She stood on five inch open toed heels. As she continued examining the room, she found herself unconsciously twirling her cheap blonde hair with her index finger.

After a few minutes, Cindi appeared. She had on loose fitting blue jeans and a flattering green sweater. She adjusted her stylish glasses with her long french tipped fingernails. The jeans and sweater hid her mannish figure well, though her flat chest and protruding pot belly were still rather manly. Her medium brown hair hung just above her shoulders. Her thin lips were curled into a slight frown as she looked around the room.

"Anderson, how are you?" Sandra said in her high pitched, breathy voice.

"I'm okay, Sandra, long time no see." Annabelle responded with her shy tenor.

"Yeah I missed you at the wedding. We attended but, I didn't get to go; the Doctor wouldn't allow it. I'm surprised he let Mel go, actually."

"I get you. I guess I didn't make the-"

S.A.M. appeared. Sandra closed her eyes and opened them a second later, her frown turned to a wide smile as she looked around excitedly. Annabelle finished her cigarette and threw the stub to the carpeted floor, stomping it out with the toe of her heel.

"Contestants will play skee ball. All balls from the machine will be thrown by each contestant and whoever gets the highest number of points wins. The general rules of skee ball will be strictly enforced."

"Good luck, Annabelle!" Cindi chirped with a wide smile. She walked to the skee ball machines and ten balls fell through the slot with a crash.

The machine was an average looking skee ball machine, an electronic display showed a big 0 for points. There were six possible places the ball could be thrown. The bottom was worth 10 points and would be the catch all if a player missed a hole. The circle above was rather large and worth 25 points. The circle above that was smaller and worth 40 points. The last circle was 50 points and even smaller. Finally, two tiny 100 point circles were in the top corner of the scoring area, barely larger than the size of a ball.

Annabelle approached the machine next to Cindi. Ten balls crashed into the slot and she grabbed one. She practiced swinging her arm with the ball a few times. Something was wrong, her swing was all wild and inconsistent. She couldn't get her stance right or her rythym right! She looked over to Cindi who jumped from one foot to the other, excited to play the game. She rolled the first ball with surprisingly good technique. The ball flew up the ramp and into the 40 point circle. The machine made a dinging sound and diaplyed 40 points. Cindi let out a little giggle as she looked over to Annabelle. Annabelle focused as much as she could on keeping her form similar to Cindi's. She pulled her arm back and released the ball. At the last second, her arm flew wildly and fell to the side. Her stance also fell apart and she stood very rigid. The ball hit the ramp and bounced over the side of the machine and onto Cindi's ramp! It rolled up and down the black ramp until Cindi caught it. She let out a breathy laugh and handed the ball back to Annabelle who felt embarrassed by the throw.

Cindi piped up, "I thought I was the girly girl, that was adorable! Have you ever played skee ball?"

Annabelle could feel her face burning as she accepted the ball from Cindi. She focused her attention back on the game, shaking off the embarrassment. Her second throw was a bit better, the ball stayed on her machine, at least. It bounced off the side and trickled up the ramp and into the 10 point slot. The machine let out a disappointed "Whomp whomp" noise as 10 points were displayed. Annabelle sighed, this was going to be a tough win.
Cindi rolled the second ball quickly and missed the circles, receiving only 10 points. Annabelle picked up her second ball and let it loose. It didn't bounce off the wall this time, which was a step in the right direction. It bounced off the 50 circle and fell into the 10 point gutter. She let out another disappointed sigh as she curled her hair behind her ear.

Cindi and Annabelle traded 10 point throws again and again. At one point, Cindi put one through the 40 point circle again and Annabelle managed two 25's. On her eighth throw, Cinid, again, put it into the 10 point gutter. 140 points was diaplayed. Annabelle threw her ball and landed in the 25 point again. Her throw had really improved on her eighth attempt. Her stance was still rigid but her arm didn't move as wildly as before. 125 points were displayed. Cindi lined up her next shot and put it through the 25. She jumped with joy and giggled as her score improved to 165. Annabelle released a deep breath and rolled the ball. It rolled towards the 100 point circle! ...before bouncing off and sliding down the gutter. 135 points.

Cindi threw her last ball which rolled up the ramp in the middle and into the 50 point circle! 215 points. Annabelle felt a pull in her stomach, that meant she had to get into the 100 circle to win.

Cindi cheered and with a big smile said, "Good luck Annabelle! That's a tough throw but I know you can do it!"

Annabelle gave her a smile, it was obviously a genuine statement from Cindi but it just felt impossible. Was this worth a powerup? She had to get 100 points which didn't seem doable without assistance? She looked over at Cindi who was excitedly waiting for the next throw. What was left for Cindi to force upon her? Annabelle already had Cindi's huge ass, wide hips, fat breasts, thick lips, tiny stomach, short stature and shining blue eyes. It wasn't worth a powerup. If Danielle wasn't going to give her pregnancy, the next most dangerous opponent was Avery. She had made Annabelle dumb, cheap and slutty.

Annabelle did her absolute best, aiming for the 100 point slot. She totally missed, but it was a valiant effort. The ball rolled up the ramp and into the 10 point gutter. Final score was 215 to 145.
Cindi cheered and clapped excitedly. Annabelle lit a cigarette and dragged on it deeply.

"Ms. Lane, congratulations!" Doctor Grungot's voice rang out. "Now, what would you like to swap, young lady? What's left?"

"Well Doctor, I think Annabelle could use some nice, long, fake nails. Also I think it's important that she feels the need to keep them!"

Annabelle looked down at her fingers holding the cigarette. Her painted nails began to grow and grow and grow. The paint melted away but a french tip appeared. They were at least an inch past her finger. She eyed them curiously. She loved her nails! Her head tingled a bit but she was proud of her pretty, long, feminine nails. She would make sure nothing bad happened to them. They had to be protected at all costs!

Annabelle found herself staring at her hands and just feeling so happy. Cindi's nails had retracted and were painted red. They were much shorter and didn't go past the finger.

As the scene collapsed, Annabelle continued to smoke and lightly scratch her thin arm with his newly elongated nails.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson
HEIGHT: 5"0
WEIGHT: 112 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 89
POWERUPS: 3
SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a ponytail stretching down to the mid back.
VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed 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.
PIERCINGS: 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.
OUTFIT:A tight black dress stretches across the body down to the knees. A medium sized 'V' shows just enough skin while remaining tasteful. A practical white apron tied around the waist. Five inch closed toe black heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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. Likes being locked in light bondage.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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 naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them.
ADDICTIONS: Smoking
FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.
EXPERTISE: CONSTRUCTION, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby Junketh71 » Wed Nov 28, 2018 7:13 pm

This is very good. Thanks for sharing.
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby laristopa » Sun Dec 02, 2018 1:17 am

*Round Fifty Four*

Annabelle appeared in a dimly lit room. It was small, probably no more than twenty feet in diameter. The floor was tiled black and white and the walls were damp stone. A bulb hung from the ceiling and flickered slightly, barely able to illuminate the small room. A tiny window filtered a small amount of light in from some other place. It felt like some sort of horrible prison.

On either side of Annabelle were two brown tables with nothing on them. She shivered, the room made her feel very uneasy. Her lack of clothes didn't help much, as the room was rather cold. She wore a short fuzzy red dress with white trim around the flowy short skirt. It was some sort of slutty Santa Claus outfit. The top was missing a few buttons and her cleavage was on display. She wore white and red striped tights and tall red heels with bells on them. Around her stomach was a tight black belt. The top covered only her shoulders leaving her thin arms exposed. Annabelle's blonde hair spilled down her shoulders while a festive Santa hat sat on her head.

Annabelle stood with her hand on her wide hip which jutted out slightly. She absentmindedly twirled her blonde locks through her thin, manicured fingers before drawing out a cigarette and lighting it up.
Danielle appeared next to Annabelle and let out a cough as she took in her first breath.

"Could you please not? It's bad for the babies."

Her voice was a mix of concern and bitchiness as Danielle waved her hand in front of her face to break up the smoke. She was almost comically large now. She wore a loose red dress that fell to her ankles and her breasts looked bigger than before. She did not wear a bra and her nipples poked through the dress. She also wore a Santa hat. She held her hands behind her back to support the weight. She still looked prim and proper but her belly was undeniably contrary to that image. Her makeup was stellar and she still carried an authoritative air about her.

"I'm starting to regret giving you my expertise with children at the start of this thing. It's been a bitch to learn it again. But it is what it is, we women have always sacrificed for our children."

Annabelle threw her cigarette to the ground, but not before letting out one long trail of smoke, directly at Danielle. The cloud covered the seething Danielle who stomped to the other side of the room.

"You bitch!" Danielle angrily growled.

Annabelle shot her a wry smile but didn't say anything. It felt...good...to go against the wishes of an authoritarian figure like Danielle. Annabelle felt pride as the stink of smoke filled the small room.

S.A.M. appeared on one of the brown tables. He had a little Santa had on his head. "Contestants will wrap a collection of presents. The first contestant to finish with a satisfactory level of wrapping will be the winner."

Wrapping paper, scissors, bows and tape of all shapes and sizes appeared on one end of each table. The other end was a small pile of children's toys.

Annabelle leisurely walked to one of the tables with her girly sashay, her heels clicked on the tiled floor. Danielle waddled to the other table.

"Begin."

Annabelle grabbed a roll of wrapping paper and cut a large square quickly with the scissors. She grabbed the first item, a tin box of trading cards, and engulfed it with the paper. She hastily taped the ends of the paper with a long strand of tape. When she was finished, she grabbed for the next item, a lego set, and repeated the process. Before long, she had slapped together all ten items. They were wrapped and taped all right. But...as she looked across each one of them; she realized they looked like shit. Multiple long strands of tape were used to keep the ill fitting squares of paper on each gift. She peered over at Danielle who had adopted a much slower approach. She was almost halfway done. Her completed presents looked immaculate, but she was being obviously slowed by her huge belly.

In a panic, Annabelle yelled in her high pitch, "Powerup!"

For a few seconds, nothing seemed to happen. Danielle looked up at Annabelle with confusion before her face began to drain and change to fear. Danielle dropped the item she was working on and looked down. There was a trickle of water falling to the floor and the front of her long red dress had gained a wet spot. Danielle's hand shot to her stomach and she began to pant heavily, her face gaining a pained expression.

Annabelle felt herself freeze and she watched Danielle begin going into labor. But much to her surprise, Danielle took one hand off her stomach and grabbed the items she had dropped onto the table. Her panting continued but the pain turned to determination on her face.

So began the race. Annabelle ripped through the hastily wrapped presents rather slowly as she didn't want to risk breaking her nails. Danielle let out periodic pained moans and quick breaths. She would have to stop once in awhile as a pang of pain would wash over her, but to her credit, once it passed she would soldier on.

As Annabelle began properly taping up the gifts, she could hear Danielle talking to herself, "Don't let that bitch win, it's her fault you're here. Take it away from her. Take it all away."

Yet another chill crawled up Annabelle's spine. She screamed again, "Powerup!"

Instantly, Danielle released a shriek of pain. Her moans turned to screaming and crying as birth was imminent. Her hands were incredibly shaky which slowed her even more but Danielle didn't quit. Her breasts were leaking, wet spots were forming at her nipples. A constant trickle of blood was flowing to the ground as a crying, screaming Danielle continued to wrap presents. Annabelle tried her best but she was so far behind.

As Danielle finished the last gift, she released an exasperated sigh before returning to her quick breathing. She walked back to the wall and slid down it, splaying her legs wide. She closed her eyes and let out a scream as the tears flowed.
Annabelle didn't know whether she should approach or stay away.

Doctor Grungot's nasily voice rang out from the ceiling, "Congratulations Ms. Strauss i'm sure y-"

"Fuck *pant* you *pant* Doctor *pant* get me to the *pant* hospital *pant*" Danielle's voice was shaky and filled with pain.

Doctor Grungot"Now, now Ms. Strauss. We have protocol. I'll let your behavior slide this time, as I can see we have...exigent circumstances here. I'll get you to the hospital as soon as you tell me a valid swap."

Danielle groaned as she looked to Annabelle. She had a flash of hatred in her eyes as she began, "I want her *pant* knowledge of construction *pant* the last thing her *pant* little brain has of its old self *pant*. In exchange i'll *pant* give her my *pant* knowledge and expertise of vaginal sex *pant*and my preference of it *pant* which I won't need anymore *pant* because I don't plan to ever *pained moan* do this shit again! NOW GET ME TO A FUCKING HOSPITAL!"

Annabelle felt a drowsy, dull feeling as decades of hard work in construction melted away. A cornerstone, a strong pillar of her identity crumbled and fell. It It was like an empty, numb void where years of her life were being swallowed up, like a vacuum. She tried to remember anything, tools, techniques, protocols anything! But it became harder and harder to recall complex, then simple facts as the void consumed more and more. Soon, all that remained was nothingness and ignorance. She wouldn't know the difference between a crescent wrench and a drill bit. But that wasn't it. Something else had changed. This was different than before. The last vestige of her old brain had been erased.

But the empty space didn't remain empty for long. It was slowly filled by new memories. Annabelle's brain was taking Danielle's sexual experiences and warping them to fit Annabelle's perverted body and brain. These new experiences gushed into her head. Wave after wave of images, feelings, new skills and personality traits built and built. She remembered being sexually active from a young age. Developing earlier than the other girls. She smoked her first cigarette at 11 gave her first blowjob at 13 and had full on sex at 15. She didn't really understanding the possible consequences of her actions and didn't really care; always fighting authority. She was absolutely terrible in school. She was one of the dumbest girls and didn't try to get better, she was just so lazy. She had a reputation of being a slut, and a dirty one at that, all throughout middle and early high school. She seduced teachers, administrators, students, coaches, parents and everything in between. She eventually dropped out at 16. She remembered needing money for cigarettes. She remembered trying to steal jewelry from a department store and getting caught. The embarrassment of being cuffed and put into a police car. She remembered the desperate feeling of deciding on prostitution. The fucking and sucking of man after man; turning tricks to get by. She remembered being in another police car after offering sex to an undercover cop. Being in court, in front of the judge, who called her a prostitute. Everybody in the court looked at her and...Memory's of looking down and seeing her vagina being pumped full of cock; of opening her legs and spreading her quivering lips, ready to accept a thick rod. Years of enticing men to shag her and loving the feeling of dick inside of her. Not just loving but NEEDING dick inside of her.

The pillars of personality in her brain had been broken and created anew. There was nothing left of Anderson Larry Johannson. There was only Annabelle Lauren Johnson.

Annabelle rubbed her long nails up her body and inhaled deeply. She felt naughty, she felt sexy, she felt slutty. But most importantly,

she felt good.

Danielle cackled as the scene began to dissipate. Her pained screams echoed in the void as a smoking Annabelle was left floating.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson
HEIGHT: 5"0
WEIGHT: 112 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 83
POWERUPS: 1
SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Hanging loosely down the back.
VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed 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.
PIERCINGS: 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.
OUTFIT:A slutty red Santa costume complete with flowy short skirt and tight top with missing buttons. Red and white striped stockings and tall, red, belled heels and a santa hat.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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 naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered.
ADDICTIONS: Smoking
FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.
EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby Junketh71 » Sun Dec 02, 2018 5:57 pm

Very cool. Thanks for posting.
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby AndyEngines » Sun Dec 02, 2018 6:38 pm

You are pulling out the stops and bringing so many elements into this story. I look for updates daily as I am sure many do. Great fun and looking forward to more. thank you
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby laristopa » Wed Dec 05, 2018 9:13 am

*Honeymoon*

Annabelle appeared in front of a pair of glass doors. She peered around and figured she was in a tropical place of some sort. Palm trees swayed to and fro in a gentle breeze. The sun shined brightly down onto a canopy which she was presently under. On the opposite side from the doors was a circular driveway with a small collection of high-class cars parked closely together. Through the doors Annabelle could see a marble lobby. This was clearly the entrance to a hotel.

She looked down at herself. She wore a wide brimmed white sun hat and large leopard print sunglasses. Her blonde hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back. Hugging her curves was a skimpy red bikini which showed a lot of skin. Her jiggling breasts were barely contained in the thin piece of fabric. Her bottoms were a high riding red thong that left very little to the imagination. The material of the thong stuck into her vagina, giving her a prominent cameltoe. It also stuck into her protruding ass cheeks, giving her the feeling of having a wedgie. Her navel piercing shone in the light and her tattoos were visible for anybody to see. She stood on five inch sandal pumps.

Annabelle reached into her hat, fished out her cigarettes, and lit one up. She inhaled the smoke deeply and eyed her surroundings, waiting for something to happen. The feeling of smoke filling her lungs felt much more routine to her now; like she had been doing it for years. She listened to the birds chirp, and enjoyed a few seconds of solace.

But the solace was quickly broken as a black Cadillac thundered up the drive and stopped in front of Annabelle. The windows were darkly tinted and the vehicle shone brightly. Stepping out of the Cadillac's back seat and slamming the door was Anthony. He wore a pair of black shorts, a red tank top, black sandals and a confident smile. His eyes came to rest on Annabelle as the vehicle behind him sped off. Annabelle smiled coyly back at Anthony and felt butterflies in her stomach as he stared. The sun reflected off his dark brown skin. His rippling muscles and powerful stance hypnotized Annabelle who quickly found herself staring as well.

He strode towards her and grabbed her tiny left hands in his huge one. He examined her cheap diamond ring.

"Careful, Daddy, don't ruin my nails." Annabelle blurted up at Anthony.

He looked down with a wider smile as he smoothly replied, "Don't worry, Ho', I ain't gonna mess your shit up."

Anthony continued to hold Annabelle's hand and he started leading her through the doors into the lobby. She continued to drag her cigarette as her giant husband led her along. Inside the doors there was more activity with guests and workers walking across the area. Annabelle felt people staring as the couple made their way across the floor. Whether they were looking at the sexy black man or, more likely, the tiny almost nude white woman, or maybe they were looking for the source of the cigarette smell. Either way, everybody they passed lingered their gaze for a bit too long.

The lobby was well furnished and illuminated brilliantly. The sun shone in through a large glass circle on the ceiling. Tropical plants and accents tastefully covered the walls and tables. As they reached the front desk, a young black man carrying luggage and wearing a hotel uniform stopped in his tracks and eyed Annabelle up and down. His gaze lingered for quite a few extra seconds on her cameltoe and black spade tattoo just above it. He appeared lost in a daze until realizing that he himself was being stared at by Anthony. He quickly snapped out of it and met Anthony's gaze. He was mortified for a second before realizing that Anthony's smile was a proud one. The worker mouthed the word "nice" and nodded towards Anthony who bowed his head in appreciation. Annabelle felt desired and sexy, like a prize coveted by many but only owned by one. She actually felt her cheeks flushing with arousal as she thought about it more. The man quickly walked past and the duo reached the front desk.

The concierge was a familiar looking every man, Stan. He looked at the couple who continued to hold hands, Annabelle periodically puffed on her cigarette.

His face was blank and his androgynous voice sounded bored and routine, "Excuse me, ma'am, there is no smoking in the hotel. Furthermore, please cover yourself, I don't think the other guests appreciate seeing your 'business'."

Anthony released Annabelle's hand. She rolled her eyes and threw the cigarette into a nearby garbage can. She normally would have felt embarrassed by his words but instead felt proud of her sexy body.

Anthony spoke calmly and smoothly, "Alright my man, didn't mean to cause you any trouble. I'll make sure my wife is covered up when we return. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson for check in."

Stan raised his eyebrow slightly but seemed to appreciate Anthony's acknowledgement of the situation. "Yes, well...Mr. and Mrs. Johnson..." He clicked a few times on the computer in front of him before continuing, "Ah yes, standard room."

He held out two room key cards, one in each hand towards both Anthony and Annabelle. Anthony quickly snatched both keys.

Stan seemed slightly taken aback but collected himself quickly before speaking again, "Now I must tell you, this hotel is for quiet and relaxing. A strict policy of relative silence will be enforced." Stan looked down at a scantily clad Annabelle and continued, "Now I know this is your honeymoon but please refrain from any activity that would cause an...uncomfortable situation for other guests or hotel staff."

Anthony let out a little laugh as he responded, "Don't worry, my man, we are here to relax and enjoy each other's company. You won't hear a peep from us. Ain't that right, Honey?"

Annabelle raised her eyebrows and nodded her head.

Stan seemed a bit more cheery as a slight smile crossed his lips, "Well good, we can certainly accommodate that. Your room number is on the card and your bags have already been placed in the room. Breakfast begins at 6:00 and ends at 11:00 and it is fully included with your stay. Available activities and events will be playing on the 'events' channel on the television in your room. If you're interested in any, be sure to call down to the desk and ask. You booked a one night stay which, admittedly, is short for a honeymoon but that's okay. Check out is at 11:00 tomorrow. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you, my man, have a good one." Anthony grabbed Annabelle's hand again and pulled her towards the elevator. The stares continued as the couple made their way across the floor. Annabelle felt her hips swaying in an almost exaggerated way while her breasts and ass bounced along. When they were alone in the elevator, Annabelle pulled her hand away and lit up another cigarette.

"We getting kicked out of this place?" Annabelle asked between deep drags.

Anthony let out a laugh before answering, "That's up to you, bitch. I ain't gon' scream while I fuck you. If you can't control yourself then yeah we probably will."

When they reached their floor, they quickly filed out and walked through the carpeted hallway to the room. It was a nice room. Not luxurious but definitely not cheap. It had a tropical, sea theme with a painting of the ocean and dark blue curtains. The television was a large flat screen and the bed was a king size with tall wooden posts at each corner. The bathroom was standard and the view out the window was the parking lot. A black piece of luggage sat at the foot of the bed.

After the door to the room closed Anthony looked back and Annabelle and said in a commanding voice, "Strip off your clothes."

Annabelle threw her hat and sunglasses to the floor before pulling up her bikini top, letting her breasts bounce free. She threw the top to the floor then proceeded to peel the thong from between her legs and let it drop. She left her heels on but was otherwise completely nude. She stood with her hands on her wide hips and looked at a staring Anderson.

"Lay on the bed." Anthony's voice was stern and demanding.

Annabelle quickly complied, laying in the middle of the bed, her legs facing Anthony who continued to stare at her with a stoic expression. Anthony rifled through the bag and threw some clothes at Annabelle. It was a white sheer backless top with holes cut in the breast area. The top looked familiar...this was her wedding 'dress'. The top was stained with dry semen but Annabelle sat up and pulled it on, tying the white ribbon around her neck and pulling each tit through the holes. She remembered the last time she wore the outfit, fucked by multiple guys but none in the pussy. Why didn't they fuck her pussy? She was an expert at vaginal sex at this point. Well, their loss, she would have rocked their worlds. The outfit reeked of cum which got Annabelle feeling damp between her legs. It must have been some sort of conditioned response. She removed her heeled sandals and put on the tall, white stiletto heels.

As Annabelle finished dressing herself, Anthony was busy tying ropes to the bed posts. Each bedpost had a length of black rope attached to it. Annabelle watched curiously until Anthony was finished. He grabbed her left leg which made Annabelle jump slightly. But she sat and waited as he tied her left then right ankle with the ropes. They were slightly itchy on her legs. There was just enough slack to let her move a bit but not much more. He proceeded then to grab her arms and tie her wrists until she was fully immobilized in a spread eagle position. Her damp, hungry pussy was open and ripe for the fucking. Her legs were splayed open and no amount of pulling on the ropes could close them. Her body was completely out of her control, Anthony was in charge.

He stood at the foot of the bed and eye fucked an increasingly flushed Annabelle.

Anthony's voice had lost a bit of its edge as he spoke, "The Doc was nice enough to set our honeymoon at the ovulating part of your cycle. The most likely time to conceive. Also, given your high fertility from that pregnant bitch and the special fertility boosting cigarettes you've been smoking, i'd say our odds are pretty good."

Anthony pulled a laptop from the black bag. Annabelle watched as he proceeded to plug a cord into the television and into the laptop. On the big screen there suddenly appeared pornography. Not just any porn, interracial porn. Annabelle watched as some blonde bimbo got railed by a huge black cock. The sound was quiet but she was clearly enjoying herself. Annabelle felt an increasingly strong itch in her vagina. She watched as the woman was pounded again and again. She could feel her natural lubrication dripping onto the bed. Annabelle bit her lip and let out a slight moan as she looked to Anthony who had removed his clothes. His heavily muscled body dwarfed even the actor in the porno. Anthony also had a bigger cock. He slowly ran his hand up and down his shaft, bringing himself to attention. Annabelle's mouth watered as her attention switched between the feverish action of the porno and her husband. Her mind raced, when would he jump on her and pump himself in and out? She longed to be filled with his giant cock. Annabelle squirmed in her restraints, she wanted to touch herself so badly.

"H-hey...i'm ready..."

Anthony seemed to ignore her request as he continued to slowly jerk himself. The big titted actress was riding the black bull cowgirl style. Her big breasts flopped up and down as she jumped. Annabelle looked past her own pierced tits and writhed slightly. She shifted her hips and felt a puddle forming beneath her.

She was on fire. Her breathing came in quick and shallow. Her blood burned through her veins and there was nothing she could do but sit and beg, "Puh-please, I need you to...I need..." She let out a frustrated groan as her attention returned to the tv where the blonde was taking it doggy style.

"You know, I ain't cum in a few weeks for this. You gonna be one filled slut." Anthony stated.

"What are you waiting for then? Get over here and do it!" Annabelle yelled, frustrated.

Anthony hesitated. "I don't know if I wanna have a kid anymore. It sounds like a lot of work, and you a lazy ho'."

"You mean to tell me you married me, fed me hormones and fertility boosters, tied me to a bed and you're not going to fuck me? Are you fucking serious, do you see this dripping pussy!?"

"I just don't know...if I want to..."

"GET OVER HERE AND FUCK YOUR WIFE GODDAMNIT!!" Annabelle screamed.

Anthony stood up and stomped over to the bed. He positioned his ten inch black cock and heavy swinging balls directly in front of Annabelles wet, quivering, pierced, white cunt. He inched himself forward until his cock head parted her pink lips slightly. He grabbed onto Annabelle's child bearing hips and squeezed.

Annabelle locked eyes with her husband and, for the first time, commanded him, "Make me a mommy."

Anthony grunted as he thrust his hips forward and his full length glided into Annabelle with a *squelch*. Annabelle held her breath at the long awaited feeling of a full vagina. Anthony began slowly thrusting in and out. His huge length reached the walls of Annabelle's love canal. She enjoyed the feeling as he pumped again and again, increasing in speed. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his rod which swam in a river of natural lubrication.
As his hands dug harder and pulled faster on her hips, they developed a rhythm. Annabelle released the occasional high pitched sigh or moan, not caring if the paper thin walls revealed their activities. Each thrust was powerful and deep. Annabelle's cunt released a wet squelching sound around his cock with each stroke. For almost five straight minutes, Anthony fucked Annabelle deeply. Her orgasm built and built after each cycle. She was unable to move or push back. She could only take it like a piece of meat, or a sex doll. Just a hole for Anthony to have his way with. As her breaths came in more and more ragged and the thrusting continued, Annabelle felt the big 'O' approaching. Her moans and screams became louder and louder.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Hey, open the door, you two are gone!"

It was Stan! Anthony stopped thrusting looked towards the door.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

"Open the door or i'll do it myself!"

Annabelle and Anthony locked eyes.

"Finish it." Annabelle cooed.

That was all the encouragement Anthony needed as he began again with increased fervor. His rippling muscles wore a sheen of sweat as he pushed it to the max, absolutely pounding Annabelle's gushing cunt. The banging on the door continued but neither cared. It was all about orgasm now. Annabelle looked down past her cum soaked wedding 'dress'...past her jiggling, pierced tits... to her grunting husband who was giving it his all...giving it his all for her...It felt so right, he was the giver and she was the receiver. He was the penetrator, she was the penetrated.

He gave her one last deep, hard, thrust that sent her over the edge. She let out a high pitched scream as an orgasm rocked her body. Waves of warmth and numbness washed over her entire body. Anthony let out a grunt as he too came. Annabelle could feel the spasming cock deep inside her. He was pushed all the way to the hilt as he unleashed a giant load directly into her fertile uterus. Annabelle laid her head down as the waves of pleasure began to slowly dissipate. She felt completely paralyzed in a blissful afterglow. Anthony slipped himself out and looked towards the door which flipped open. Stan stood in the door frame with several other employees, including the young black man from earlier.
"Out, out, out!" Stan yelled in his androgynous tone.

Annabelle was totally numb as the men untied her. They were pretending not to look but it was clear they were all sneaking glances as they released her. When they finally did, she just lay there. She felt compelled to put her legs into the air for some reason. Stan was standing at the foot of the bed, yelling but Annabelle didn't care. She closed her legs and reached for her cigarettes, lighting one up. She looked at it, would this fertility laden puff be the difference between conceiving and not conceiving? She took a deep drag, the deepest she had taken yet.

Anthony began pulling his clothes onto himself as Stan pulled Annabelle to her feet. She looked at the bed, there was a wide wet spot where she had just laid. She looked down, between her legs, no cum had slipped out yet, but surely gravity would run its course soon. Sex smell pervaded the room, it was a deep musk that was arousing on its own. She half-halfheartedly looked around the room for her bikini bottoms and wasn't able to find them before being pushed into the hallway by hotel staff. She and Anthony were forced into the elevator as they were. Anthony had his pants on but no shirt while Annabelle was completely nude except for her wedding 'dress'. Her pierced breasts hung down while she stood on tall white heels. Her cheap blond hair was a bit of a mess but she didn't care. Everything seemed so distant as the was pushed out of the elevator into the lobby. Right at that moment she felt the semen begin falling out of her. It slipped down her legs and onto the polished marble floor in globs. There were audible gasps as Annabelle was pulled across the floor. She jiggled and swayed in a daze while gushing a big wad of cum in a trail behind her. She dragged her camel cigarette as she was released outside with Anthony beside her. The scene began to collapse.

She looked at Anthony and curled her thin, talon-ed fingernail in a 'come hither' motion. When Anthony approached with a smile, Annabelle whispered to him, "See you soon, that was fun!"

"I love you, Bitch." He stated.

"I love you too, Daddy." Annabelle replied. And she meant it.

The scene collapsed.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson
HEIGHT: 5"0
WEIGHT: 112 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 83
POWERUPS: 1
SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
PREGNANCY: ???
HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Hanging loosely down the back.
VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, WIDE NOSE, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provocatively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accommodate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: 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.
PIERCINGS: 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.
OUTFIT:A silken, white, sheer, backless top which hugs the body tightly going down to just above mid thigh. The top is connected to a white ribbon wrapped around the neck. Two holes are cut into the top allowing the breasts to pop free. No underwear or support of any kind. White six inch heels that fit well. Streaks and globs of semen cling to nearly every part of the outfit. A cheap diamond engagement ring on the left ring finger.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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 naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered.
ADDICTIONS: Smoking
FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.
EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby laristopa » Mon Dec 10, 2018 11:54 am

*Round Fifty Six*

Annabelle appeared in a dimly lit, dungeon like room. It was a familiar space. She had very recently lost a gift wrapping challenge against Danielle here. Though she didn't quite remember what was swapped after the contest. Something about sexual experience? Annabelle furrowed her thick, heavy brow for a few seconds; trying hard to remember. Ultimately, she smirked as she stopped trying, there was definitely no problem with her sexual experience category.

There were two faded brown tables at opposite ends of the room and one tiny window letting in light. The floor was tiled black and white and the walls were slightly damp stone.

She looked down at herself. It was the most conservative outfit she had worn in a long time. A black, hooded sweatshirt over a pink tank top. While the sweatshirt was slightly fitted and slimming, it was flattering and comfortable. The tank dipped a bit, giving the slightest amount of cleavage. Her legs were covered by tight black yoga pants which stretched enticingly across her hips and bum. The pants dug into her snatch in a way she was used to now, she didn't bother trying to change it. She stood on five inch black heels and her blonde hair was in a loose ponytail.

Annabelle looked at her diamond ring on her thin, taloned finger. The honeymoon was still fresh in her mind and she missed Anthony. She found herself involuntarily rubbing her stomach. Could she actually be...

She pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, dragging off it casually as she continued to wonder. Before long, Liam appeared, barely able to fit in the cramped room. His huge frame and thick muscles were on display through his red, weight-lifting tank top. He also wore black workout shorts which left his hairy, tree trunk legs open. It was also tight in the crotch area giving him an impressive bulge which Annabelle noticed almost immediately. He scratched his scraggly beard and chisled jaw as he eyed Annabelle.

He gained a cheeky smile and spoke in a familiar, playful, deep voice, "Hey, girlie, long time no see." His smile remained but he added with a more serious tone, "It's good to see you."

Annabelle smiled shyly as she responded, "It's good to see you too, Liam..."

Their greetings were short lived as S.A.M. appeared in the middle of the floor.

"Contestants will complete a simple jigsaw puzzle. The first one to complete the puzzle wins."

On each table appeared a small pile of puzzle pieces. Annabelle released an annoyed sigh just as Liam did. Neither seemed too keen to complete a puzzle.

"Begin."

Annabelle turned to her table and began slowly sorting the pieces. She found all four corners and then began searching for end pieces. The puzzle appeared to be a winter scene where the majority of the picture was white snow. A large portion of the pieces were fully white, increasing the difficulty of completion as they all looked similar. She made steady progress but was growing bored. She looked over at Liam who was shaking his head in frustration.

"This shit is pissing me off." Liam angrily stated, "I hate puzzles."

Liam smashed his hand down on the table with a *CRASH*. The puzzle pieces jumped into the air and landed in a mess. He grunted and looked at the mess, he would have to start over.

"Fuck this...powerup," he muttered."

Suddenly there appeared a copy of Liam! They looked at each other with bewilderment. It was an exact copy, down to the last beard hair.

"What's up beefcake? Looking good." The original Liam said.

"That's fucking gay dude." Clone Liam stated.

"True, sorry bro." Liam replied.

In the blink of an eye, a third copy of Liam appeared.

The newest copy of Liam looked down at the puzzle, "I fucking hate puzzles."

"Yeah me too."

"Ditto."

The original Liam rallied them together, "Okay let's just get this done quick."

Annabelle took a second to watch the three Liam's shake each others hands and compliment each other. She turned back to her puzzle which had an almost complete border. The man and his clones went to work without further delay. They were each smarter and better equipped to complete a puzzle than Annabelle who struggled visualizing how the pieces fit together. She had a head start but was no match for three much smarter people working together. A snowy landscape was rapidly finished and fully put together while Annabelle had barely progressed past the completed border. And as quickly as they had appeared, the clones were gone.

"Everything is more fun with bros." Liam commented while looking down at the completed puzzle.

Doctor Grungot's voice rang out, "Mr. Gentry, once again in the winners circle. Go ahead and choose."

"'Bout ready for this schnoz to become something worthy of respect, Doc."

Annabelle watched as Liam's tiny nose began to slowly spread out becoming longer and wider. His nostrils flared slightly. It made his face look much different with his nose covering a larger portion of it. It was set above his strong, chiseled jaw; he was looking very masculine. His brow was still very slight and his ears were tiny but overall he was much more rugged.

On the opposite side, Annabelle crossed her eyes and watched her nose recede. Her nostrils became smaller and smaller until they were tiny and delicate. The nose tingled and shrank in on itself. When it was complete, she reached up and lightly felt her slightly upturned nose. It made her face look smaller and...cuter?

Liam inhaled deeply through his nose and releasing it with an, "Ahhh!"

Annabelle sighed, another loss.

"See you later, baby girl!" Liam remarked as the scene began to fade.

"...I hate puzzles...." Annabelle muttered. She was left floating in the void.

NAME: Annabelle Lauren Johnson
HEIGHT: 5"0
WEIGHT: 112 LBS
AGE: 20
IQ: 83
POWERUPS: 1
SEX / PHYSIOLOGY: Biologically female with XX chromosomes and fully female genitalia. Body produces above average levels of female hormones. Unusually fertile.
PREGNANCY: ???
HAIR: Long, cheap looking flax blonde dye job with dark roots showing through. Pulled into a loose ponytail.
VOICE: High pitched, shy and soft.
FACIAL HAIR: None. Smooth and unable to grow hair of any kind.
EYES: Large doe eyed deep-ocean blue, nervous gaze, long eyelashes and dark eyeliner.
FACIAL FEATURES: Rounded jaw with thin chin, high rounded cheekbones, LARGE EARS, delicate, slightly upturned nose, HEAVY BROW, Thin smooth neck, Thick, red painted, protruding lips in a constant pout, WIDE FOREHEAD, pink blush covering cheeks.
BUILD: Hairless and small feminine torso; thin, hairless arms and legs with little muscle; huge breasts and weak shoulders ; Fat jiggling ass that sticks our provacitively; Wide, flared out, feminine birthing hips; tiny tight stomach cinched in sexily.
CHEST: Huge F cup breasts, large and veinous feminine nipples.
EXTREMITIES: Thin, delicate, soft hands with long french tipped nails extending about an inch past the finger; Smooth, hairless, delicate, women's size 5 feet with slightly shiny, red painted, longer nails. Reformed feet, requiring a minimum of 5 inch high heels.
GENITALS: Wide, deep, hairless, puffy vagina which can accomadate even the most well endowed.
TATTOOS: Black spade with a "Q" on the inside tattoed 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.
PIERCINGS: 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.
OUTFIT: A black, fitted sweatshirt over a pink tank top. Tight black yoga pants and five inch black heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Is attracted exclusively to men. Prefers to 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. Likes being locked in light bondage. Prefers vaginal sex.
PERSONALITY: Submissive, self-conscious, follower, un-willing to take chances, Weak-willed, Lazy especially when it comes to household chores, Doesn't mind a mess or living in squalor, Difficulty controlling emotions, very prone to fits of anger, mania or depression. 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 naturally girly including standing, sitting, walking, and holding things. Loves having long nails, is very protective of them. Loves sex and is overtly promiscuous with almost every man encountered.
ADDICTIONS: Smoking
FAVORITE COLOR: Pastel pink.
EXPERTISE: Vaginal sex, Nascar driver's car numbers, taking care of small children, celebrity gossip, effective strategies to sell the body for sex, Sucking dick
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Re: Doctor Grungot's Exchange Extravaganza! (M2F, Slow, Swap

Postby canton » Mon Dec 10, 2018 4:33 pm

Do you have a Patreon or any other way up to support you? You've stuck with this an impressive amount of time now and always put a lot of effort into each update.
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