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

[laristopa]

Round Twelve:

Marty appeared in a familiar boxing ring.
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Darkness surrounded the roped off square which was illuminated brightly. Around Marty's body was his trusty blue gi.
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But there was a problem: the gi was still sized for his original body. His diminished height was offset by his tall, shiny gray stilettos which boasted a metal heel.
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The problem came with his upper body. Marty had lost so much muscle mass that he felt like he was swimming in the baggy gi, particularly around his shoulders. He pulled the top down until it was flat against his arms and shoulders, then proceeded to tuck the excess into his pants. He tightened the cloth belt around his waist and felt somewhat confident it would hold together.

Where he wasn't as confident was with the contest itself. If Anthony appeared against him, Marty was going to have a lot of trouble winning. Even with his expertise and experience - a strength and weight difference ot that magnitude would be nearly insurmountable. Marty tried to rally his confidence, but felt it begin to wane. He looked down at his shiny heels and felt the iron constriction on his cock, he didn't stand a chance! His manhood was caged and forced into a such a small area and he was so small...he felt so small...

Anthony appeared in the middle of the square.
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Anthony crossed his massive arms and smiled confidently. He wore a pair of red shorts and tennis shoes. His shirtless muscles had a slight sheen and Marty found himself momentarily fixated on them.

"You adminin' a real man, white boy?" Anthony scoffed.

Marty broke off his stare and shifted his gaze towards the ground.

Anthony continued, "What's wrong? You ain't squarin' up like you did last time."

Anthony took a few powerful strides towards Marty who shuttered and recoiled slightly into the ropes. Anthony pressed himself directly next to Marty. Marty stood upright to meet him, but stared into Anthony's neck, too nervous to meet his gaze. Marty had never felt so dwarfed by any opponent. Anthony must have been nearly double his weight.

Anthony shouted angrily, "Say somethin' smart! Say somethin' disrespectful!"

Marty felt his heart rate quicken and his breath coming in quickly. He remained silent.

The aggression in Anthony's voice disipated and he chortled, "Didn't think so. You already my bitch."

Anthony took a few steps back while snickering to himself. Marty shifted uncomfortably.

S.A.M. appeared seconds later.
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The cute little robot wore a little gi of his own.

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."

Anthony cracked his knuckles loudly, sending a chill down Marty's spine, "This ain't gon' be like last time."

"Begin."

Anthony charged forward and grabbed at Marty's shoulders. Marty tried pushing the hulking black man away but was severely outmatched. Anthony's grip was like iron and no matter how hard Marty pulled away or pushed, his hold was too strong. Anthony watched Marty struggle for a few seconds, barely expending any effort keeping him in place. He let out a mocking laugh while Marty grunted in frustration.

"Little white boy can't handle my-aaahhh!! "

Anthony's laughter turns to a cry of agony as Marty landed a powerful kick between his legs. Anthony may have taken his upper body strength, but Marty's legs were still muscled and thick as tree trunks. Anthony's shriveled and fell sideways onto the mat, holding his groin area.

"You- you fucking bitch! Anthony screamed in agony, writhing on the floor, "You kicked me in the dick! What kind of man kicks someone in the dick? You out here fightin' like a dirty fuckin' ho'!"

Marty surged forward and stomped his metal heel at Anthony's groin. At the last second, Anthony turned away and lay on his stomach. Marty took the opportunity to jump onto Anthony's back and trap his arm in a painful hold. One flick of Marty's wrist and Anthony's arm would break.

"You nothin' but a dirty fucking- gahh!" Anthony screamed as Marty twisted his arm.

Marty spat, a modicum of his confidence returning, "You give up yet, black boy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I fuckin' give!" Anthony shouted into the floor.

Marty stood up triumphantly. He had finally won a match! He ought to win these, he was a devoted martial arts master, after all!

Anthony slowly got to his feet, wincing in pain and partially doubled over.

"You gon' regret this. I'm done letting you win." Anthony warned.

Marty rolled his eyes, "Maybe think about wearing a cup next time, hotshot."

Anthony nodded his head and stared at Marty with hatred in his eyes, "I'll be ready. You can count on it."

The two exchanged hateful eye contact as the scene collapsed. Marty may have made a permanent enemy, but at least he didn't change even more. He had to take this one round at a time.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
165 LBS
IQ
125
HAIR:
Rather short, black, shaggy hair.
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VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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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GENITALS:
Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in well maintained, dark pubic hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
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UPPER BODY:
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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LOWER BODY:
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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OUTFIT:
Blue gi with a cloth belt, shirt and pants. The top is far too baggy. Shiny gray heels with a metal heel.
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SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
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.

[laristopa]

Round Thirteen:

Marty floated in the swirling void. He felt somewhat proud of his win over Anthony. It would take more than simple upper body strength to beat a martial arts master!

As he waited, Marty saw a dark shape approaching him. At first, it was just a faraway outline. But as it neared, Marty could make out more details. It looked like a - a room? Marty furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes trying to make out the mysterious mass. The room silently shifted towards him. There was a wooden floor and a single wall on the far side. The wall had a closed door in its middle. Marty outstretched his feet and landed on the wooden surface. He immediately felt gravity return and he examined the new environment.

The room around him appeared cloaked in shadows. Marty shivered. Something about this room was unsettling. Marty could feel a haunting, angry presence all around him. Something awful had happened here. There was a pair of child sized beds neatly arranged near the door. Boys and girls toys were strewn all around including dolls, blocks, robots, crayons - everything a child could want. Each item oozed darkness and Marty could feel a growing sense of dread. He gazed up at the void around him. Marty wanted to leave this place. His eyes traced down to the door. It was in the darkest section of the room and stood strong and proud. Marty took a deep breath. He was drawn to the shadowy door. He carefully stepped towards it, being sure to avoid touching anything. Marty felt there would be consequences to disturbing the room. The feeling of dread intensified and Marty found the air around him growing colder with each step. When he finally reached the door, Marty stopped short. He froze in place, sure that any sudden move would summon some sort of snarling, nightmare monster. Marty could see his breath and goosebumps dotted his skin. He had to just go for it. Marty shot his arms up and grabbed the handle and-

Marty took a breath and opened his eyes. He was in a completely different place. He returned his outstretched arm back to his side while investigating the room. He appeared to be in some sort of messy laboratory.
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Documents and equipment were strewn all over the counter tops. The double doors in front of Marty opened and two men strode in briskly. The first man looked strangely familiar. Though Marty couldn't quite put his finger on where he had seen the man before. He had distinct, sharp features and a slight build. He had wispy jet black hair and appeared in his late 30's or early 40's. He was smartly clad in a tailored gray suit. The second man was a young Doctor Grungot. He was dressed in a unkempt, wrinkled blue dress shirt and ill fitting black slacks. His slightly thinning salt and pepper hair sat in a wiry mess above his comparatively youthful face. His expression was giddy and he was basically tugging the other man behind him.
Grungot looked over his shoulder suspiciously before carefully and silently closing the double doors. He turned back to the other man with a wide, excited grin.

The man in the gray suit spoke first, his voice was proud but filled with suspicion, "This better be important, Harold. I've got a lot of work to do-"

Grungot surged towards Marty who took a step back and gulped.

Marty opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Grungot who craned his neck and scanned around the back of the room, "Are we alone?" His nasily voice had more youth and pep than Marty was used to.

Grungot scanned and looked right through Marty. For whatever reason, Grungot couldn't see him. Satisfied, Grungot turned back to the other man. He procured a small piece of glass from the pocket of his slacks.

"Look at this." Grungot mused as he shifted his attention to an electron microscope on the counter closest to him.

Grungot slid the piece of glass under the microscope and peered into the lens. He adjusted the height of the slide until it was in focus. He pulled away and beckoned to the man who stepped towards him. The gray suited man shot a concerned look at Grungot before turning his attention to the microscope. He bent over and peered into it. After barely a second or two, the man snapped upright and grew incredibly stiff.

When he spoke, his voice quivered slightly, "But then Harold, that means-"

Grungot interrupted him as he placed his hands on the mans shoulders, "It means we're gonna to be sooooo fucking rich, Samuel."

Samuel turned and wrapped Grungot in a big hug, "I can't believe it!" He gleefully shouted.

Grungot laughed and returned the hug but pushed Samuel away after a brief embrace, "I don't think I need to stress this, but I will. Don't tell anybody. We still have a lot of testing to do and there are people that would kill us to get this."

Samuel made a locking motion on his lips and threw away the key. "Just let me know what you need from me. I can help you with the approval process if you need it."

Grungot retrieved the slide and stuffed it back into his pocket. "I'll let you know soon."

The scene began to collapse as the men exchanged a few more seconds of excitement. Soon, Marty was back in the swirling void. He was so confused. What the hell was that?

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Marty appeared in a spacious, modern living room.
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He had on a plain red t-shirt and jeans with closed toe black heels. The jeans were a bit tighter than he was used to and he shifted his chastity cage around uncomfortably.

After a slight *pop* Mrs. Polermo appeared. She wore the same outfit as last time: a black thong and a gray tank top. Her impossibly large lung hammers hung unnaturally on her chest and stretched the tank top to its limit. She was practically spilling out!
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Her shoulder legnth blonde hair appeared brittle while her bee-stung lips were painted daring red and drew attention to her lightly wrinkled, makeup covered face.
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The black thong was gobbled up between her legs which could only be described as 'thunder thighs'. Her ginormous ass stuck out behind her like a shelf and her hips were wide and accomadating.
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Martin wet his slightly expanded lips, remembering his previous encounter with her.

She smiled cheerfully with her chemically treated white teeth. Her voice was a low soprano and felt somewhat comforting, "Hello there young man. How I've missed you! My how you've changed since I saw you last!"

Marty sighed deeply. Hopefully she didn't know about his chastity cage. Though he probably shouldn't care what anybody in this mad house thought of him, Marty couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He didn't manage a reply.

Mrs. Polermo put her hands on her wide hips. Her smile didn't falter and she didn't seem to have any reaction to Marty's indifference. Marty simply waited, not making eye contact, in awkward silence.

S.A.M. appeared.
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He had on a little pair of reading glasses which...made no sense but whatever.

"Mr. Dawes may accept a change from Mrs. Polermo in exchange for one powerup. Or, he may choose to accept a challenge from Mrs. Polermo. Should Mr. Dawes lose this challenge he will incur two penalties and receive no powerup."

Mrs. Polermo piped up, "If you accept the change I'll even let you choose: Ass, hips, lips or tits. I need to get all those under control to start living my best life. Just be aware, young man, if you choose the challenge and lose I might get-" Her soft soprano grew sinister and cold, "...creative."

Marty was tempted to decline the change almost immediately but stopped short. He remembered Mrs. Polermo's last challenge. What if it was something like 'solve a Rubik's Cube' again? He would have to endure two changes. Who knows what she would come up with. He examined her giant tits. No way he would alter his chest. How would he ever be able to call himself a man with tits hanging off his chest? He looked to her lips. He couldn't do that either; his lips were already bigger than normal. But then her ass was ridiculous too! There was no winning here! At least he could hide a big butt or hips in some pants. Guys didn't have wide hips though. But...some guys do have big butts. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have a slightly bigger butt.

Marty raised his gaze up past the tiny robot and met Mrs. Polermo's dark eyes, "I might accept a change in the- in the...butt region. But you can't expect me to take all of it! I mean, come on look at that thing."

Mrs. Polermo frowned as her hands traced down to her wobbling ass. "I mean," She started, "I want you to take it all eventually...But I'll accept under those terms."

As much as he hated to do it, Marty nodded and stated plainly, "Then I agree."

S.A.M. disappeared and Marty immediately felt his pants growing tighter. Fat gushed into his ass cheeks and stretched his jeans to their limit. He placed his hands on the cheeks and could actually feel them pushing out. When it was finished, Marty squeezed his newly expanded butt. He had groped a few female asses in his time. And, based on his experience, his ass was definitely starting to feel more like those asses. At the very least he was on the extremely large end of the male ass spectrum. He peered over to Mrs. Polermo whose butt proportion looked more normal. Still a bit large, but not unnaturally large.

Marty looked over his shoulder to see that the junk in his trunk now protruded a bit. It was definitely a more noticeable feature.

"Thanks, hun!" Mrs. Polermo scoffed, "You made the right choice...I'll see you real soon!"

The scene collapsed leaving Marty in the void, slowly rubbing his chubby butt and contemplating his decision.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
169 LBS
IQ
125
POWERUPS:
1
HAIR:
Rather short, black, shaggy hair.
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VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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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GENITALS:
Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in well maintained, dark pubic hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
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UPPER BODY:
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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LOWER BODY:
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. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips.
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OUTFIT:
Simple, plain red t-shit and very tight jeans. Closed toe black heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
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.

[Junketh71]

This was very fun to read about! Thanks for the update.

[laristopa]

This was very fun to read about! Thanks for the update.

Thank you Junketh!

[laristopa]

Round Fourteen:

Marty appeared in a square stone room. It was rather small though well lit with long rectangular slits along the low ceiling. One side of the room had an indented alcove carved in, stretching back five or so feet. Between Marty and the alcove was a shimmering wall of pink light. He could see through the wall but suspected he could not go through it. Just to test the theory, he grabbed a pebble and casually lobbed it to towards the wall. The pebble bounced off and skidded back. In the middle of the room, on Marty's side of the pink wall, was a marble pedestal approximately four feet tall. It had an apple on it.
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Marty wore a blue shirt with a small v-neck and baggy jeans. On his feet were the black leather heels he had begun growing accustomed to.
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Appearing on the opposite side of the shimmering wall, with a soft *pop*, was Mr. Kleiner.
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Even through the dazzling pink Marty could see the pale, sharp features of Mr. Kleiner who Marty now recognized as Samuel. He was older than the young, bright eyed man in Marty had recently seen. But it was more than simply his appearance, Samuel had also lost the spark, hope and humanity in his dark eyes. His stare was lifeless. Samuel looked much steadier on his feet than their last meeting. His eyes rested on Marty and he opened his mouth.

His tenor voice sputtered out clumsily, the sounds coming out through strain and difficulty, "M-M-Mad...Mad-"

His word was cut off as another *pop* saw two more figures appear, both on Marty's side of the wall. The first was the sex doll A.N.N.A in her white lingerie.
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She stared vacantly into the shimmering wall. Marty could see a stream of semen gush from her soft, pink lips.

The fourth figure was a tall, redheaded woman. She must have been at least six feet tall and scantily clad in a loose chain mail bra and panties. She absolutely oozed confidence and power. The tall black leather boots she wore ensured she towered over Marty.
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Her stare was incredibly intense and Marty watched as Samuel noticed the woman and immediately averted his gaze while any color left in his face drained away. The woman turned her stare towards Marty who felt compelled to look away.

She spoke loudly and with a haughty, smoky alto, "Hello, boys! Welcome to my...game room." She grew a toothy grin, "I am Mistress Jennifer, but you will call me Mistress."

Jennifer cracked her knuckles and tossed her long red hair behind her shoulders. Marty kept his eyes averted and didn't respond.

After a few seconds of silence, she continued, "Good, good. Don't speak unless spoken to. Like a well trained slave."

Marty's clenched his hands into fists and he gritted his teeth. Was he going to let this woman call him a 'well trained slave'?

"Look, Bitch, I don't know who you're calling a 'well trained slave' but it ain't me!" Marty shouted into the floor, still unable to meet her gaze. He was taking deep breaths and could feel his blood pressure rising, he wasn't going to take that lying down.

Jennifer gently chuckled, "I didn't say you were a well trained slave, I said you were acting like a well trained slave."

Jennifer's attention turned to A.N.N.A who continued staring lifelessly, the trail of sperm silently crawled down from her open mouth to her massive breasts. Jennifer stomped towards A.N.N.A. She reached down and grabbed the motionless sex doll by her neck.

Jennifer squeezed and turned A.N.N.A's head towards Marty, "This one was feisty like you." Jennifer's grip became even tighter, "You can either be feisty and end up like this cum rag or you can submit and MAYBE the Doctor and I will go easy on you."

Jennifer began to hock a loogie before spitting directly into A.N.N.A's face.

"What do you say, slave?"

"Thank you, Mistress." A.N.N.A droned in her monotone yet high pitched chirp.

Jennifer released A.N.N.A who now had a snot filled wad of spit on her cheek.

"Prostrate yourself before me, slave." Jennifer commanded.

A.N.N.A immediately fell to her knees, shoved her face into the stone and flattened both arms forward directly at Jennifer's feet.

"You see, I gave this collection of wet holes the same speech. She could either submit or rebel." Jennifer squatted over A.N.N.A's head and parted the chain mail, revealing her vagina, "And she chose wrong."

A golden stream sputtered towards A.N.N.A's bowed head. Jennifer let out a pleasured moan as liquid gushed wildly from between her legs.

"So choose a side now. Mine or hers." A.N.N.A's hair was becoming soaked and a yellow puddle was growing beneath her.

Marty watched the golden shower in disbelief, what did she mean 'choose a side?' What 'sides' were there?

Marty choked out as the pissing concluded, "What- what do you want from me, exactly?"

Jennifer replaced her chain mail panties and stepped back from the glistening A.N.N.A. "Kneel before me and pledge to be my slave. Do that, and I'll allow you and Sam-I-Am over there to fuck this little lady in all her naughtiest places. And, in my infinite mercy, you'll win the round and win my favor. Refuse, and you'll have to play my games. And-" Jennifer raised her leg and placed the toe of her boot on top of A.N.N.A's shiny hair. She began to grind her boot, displacing A.N.N.A's blonde locks, "I don't play fair."

Marty hesitated and glanced over to Samuel. He was sitting against the wall with his face in his hands - gently sobbing. Marty lowered his head and thought. He had to get through these contests no matter the humiliation. Short term humiliation was better than being transformed into...he looked to the piss covered, extremely curvy sex doll and shivered. Maybe having an ally wouldn't be so bad. If he had to choose a side, it would be the one where he didn't have to play this woman's 'games'.

Marty stepped towards Jennifer with his head hung low. She put her hands on her hips and licked her lips in anticipation. He sidestepped A.N.N.A. and ignored the strong stench of piss.

"Kneel" Jennifer commanded.

She was so tall - so powerful. Marty got onto his knees in front of her and stared at her shiny black boots.

Samuel croaked out, "D-don't f-f-fall f-or it-"

Jennifer lightly snapped her fingers Samuel let out a momentary screech then was instantly silent. Marty didn't dare look over to see what happened.

Marty could feel her staring at him, her eyes and burning through his skull. "Do you pledge yourself to be my compliant slave. To do with as I please, to follow every command I give without question?"

The room became silent. It was like the entire world was turned down to zero. Everything was numb.

"Yes." Marty whispered.

Mistress Jennifer reached down and gently raised Marty's chin with her finger, "You made the right choice, slave." She pulled her hand away and commanded coldly, "Stand up."

Marty's body instantly reacted to her command and he was quickly upright. Marty gulped, what had he just done?

Mistress Jennifer's face was twisted in a sneer, "Remove your pants and any undergarments, you won't need those in my presence ever again. Let's see what we're working with."

Marty unzipped his jeans and pulled them down revealing his large cock confined to a metal cage and his slightly hairy, muscled legs.

Mistress Jennifer's face darkened when she saw his caged member, "So you're one of those sissy boys, huh? High heels and a chastity cage? You don't want to be a strong, hairy man and fill a fertile womb full of babies?"

Marty opened his mouth to respond but only managed, "I- I don't-"

Mistress Jennifer angrily interrupted, "Fine, if that's how you want to be, I'll give you a helping hand, little sissy!"

Mistress Jennifer snapped her fingers and Marty felt a freezing chill between his legs. His penis began to retract and shrink. He grabbed at his cock but could do nothing while it went from large to average to small to laughably tiny. Even his balls shriveled and retracted. When he officially had a micro penis, the chastity cage began to shrink as well. His inch long cock was now contained in the smallest of cages while his smooth, worthless balls barely hung past it. The bit of pubic hair he had left was now completely gone leaving his groin area totally smooth.
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Marty stared down at his dicklet in complete shock.

Mistress Jennifer sensually clicked over to Marty, being sure to sway her hips enticingly. She reached her hand down and flicked Marty's limp micro penis which caused him to flinch. "Well, you definitely can't satisfy a woman with this ever again. Better get good with that mouth of yours or-" She cupped her hand around Marty's plump butt cheeks, "get good with this tight little ass."

Marty cupped his hands around his chastity cage, in an attempt to maintain some modicum of modesty.

Mistress Jennifer approached Marty and stood directly in front of him. He felt intimidated and afraid. It was as if he could feel an aura of subjugation emanating from her.

"Move your hands away, sissy. I want everybody to see your shameful little clit."

Marty moved his hands away and felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Mistress Jennifer stroked his cheek with the back of her hand.

She spoke down to him, "I'll see you soon, slave. I expect you to be much further along in your transformation when we next meet. Don't worry, slave, under my watch you'll be the perfect slut in no time."

Marty checked over to Samuel behind the shimmering pink wall. He was suspended in mid air, frozen in time, while his mouth was agape in a terrified scream. The darkness of the void was welcome to Marty who instantly felt a modicum of his willpower and confidence return once Mistress Jennifer was out of sight.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
169 LBS
IQ
125
POWERUPS:
1
HAIR:
Rather short, black, shaggy hair.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -jzQLv7q/A
VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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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https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -dSHJ3Fq/A
GENITALS:
Small, one or two inch micro penis with sad, shriveled balls. Smooth and void of any hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -zKwGg9Q/A
UPPER BODY:
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.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -VpS6btN/A
LOWER BODY:
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. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -tJqC9Qv/A
OUTFIT:
Blue V-neck t-shirt with no pants. Black leather heels.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -G2bqHw2/A
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat driven and quick-witted. A bit of a hothead that's slow with his decision making. Somewhat provocative 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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowledgeable about the human body including fitness and diet (though he couldn't cook to save his life). Learned french exclusively for the ladies. Expert at walking in high heels.

Anthony Johnson: Round 1, 10, 12
Annabella Slut: Round 2, 9, 10
Liam Gentry: Round 3, 8
Danielle Strauss: Round 4, 10
Cindi/Sandra Mode: Round 5, 11
Mrs. Polermo: Round 6, 13
Samuel Kleiner: Round 7, 14
Mistress Jennifer: 14

[laristopa]

Round Fifteen:

Marty appeared on a well lit ice skating rink. The rink was completely deserted. The white surface of the ice was marked with blue and red lines for hockey.
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Marty absolutely swam in a blue hockey jersey. He checked the tag, it was a men's XL. With his diminished upper body and height, the jersey looked ridiculous. It almost looked like a blue dress swishing just above his knees - knees were partly covered by black shorts. The shorts were barely peeking out from beneath the dress-like jersey. His hairy legs were otherwise exposed. On his feet were...high heeled ice skates?
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He had never seen anything like them! The skates were black leather and laced up his calf. They sported a five inch heel and had blades on the bottom. Marty took a few awkward steps forward before casting off and testing his skates. It definitely felt a bit awkward, but he would manage.

A few seconds after Martin found his footing, Mel appeared.

Mel wore a red jersey that was fitted to her lithe body. Though her jersey was still a tiny bit awkward as she had a small upper body and was over 6 feet tall. Her black pants were baggy and covered her legs. She stood on regular hockey skates. Her long, thick black beard disguised her slightly feminine face while her bald head shone in the light. The baggy clothing covering her body, combined with her height, beard and bald head made Mel look decidedly male- maybe moreso than Marty...

Marty looked Mel up and down and complained in his deep, masculine voice, while raising his arms in the air, "Hey, how is this fair? You get to wear a fitted jersey and I have to wear this- this circus tent! I thought the Doctor said these contests would be fair?"

Mel casually looked down at the nails of her small, female hand while coolly answering in her medium alto, "The Doctor doesn't decide what you wear, Martin. That's all you. And, believe me, nothing about this place is fair."

Marty cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow. Did she call him 'Martin?'. Marty distinctly remembered telling her his name was Marty...she must have just forgotten.

"W-what do you mean 'That's all you'?"

Mel sighed while running her fingers through the thick tangle of hair on her chin. Her intense brown eyes shifted their focus onto Marty.

She examined him intimately for a few seconds, "You've already changed so much. It would appear that some part of your mind is still not accepting of that. You could always take the shirt off. Though I'm afraid the Doctor might not like that."
Marty shifted in his high heeled skates. Mel didn't really answer his question.

S.A.M. appeared wearing a tiny hockey helmet.
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Mel's eyes fluttered for a second.

"Hey there, Girlie!" Liam shouted while wearing a wide grin, "You're looking cuter every time we meet! Thanks for the haircut. I definitely needed the trim."

Suddenly, Liam's grin turned to a scowl. She unsteadily skated towards Marty who planted his feet, prepared for anything.

Liam stopped directly in front of Marty. She reached her arms out and rubbed against his biceps and shoulders.

"Quit it!" Marty hollered while pushing Liam's hands away.

"What the fuck happened to my muscles!?" Liam screeched. "How could you fucking lose them!?"

Liam began huffing and clenching her fists while adopting an aggressive posture. Marty recoiled away.

"I'm s-sorry. Anthony took them when he-"

Liam growled and pointed her thin finger into Marty's face, "Anthony? That piece of...You're gonna be really fucking sorry when I'm done with you, bitch! Your cock belongs to me. I can't sit around and wait anymore!"

Marty gulped and looked down at the ice, too afraid to meet Liam's gaze.

Liam turned and skated away, clearly trying to calm herself down.

S.A.M. realized the dialogue was done and started up, "Contestants will each take five shots at the goal from the blue line. Whoever scores the most out of five will win."

Ten pucks appeared on the blue line and a wooden hockey stick appeared in the hands of each contestant.

"Begin."

Marty carefully skated to the pucks and focused. This should be no problem. He checked Liam who was unsteady on her skates. Both contestants lined up and slapped their first puck. Due mostly to struggling with his jersey, Marty's puck slid along the ice and didn't even make it to the goal. Liam, on the other hand, nearly missed the puck completely and fell on her ass.

"Nice one, idiot." Marty chortled.

Liam growled as she struggled back to her feet, "Shut up, bitch! You're lucky I missed or that was going in!"

"Yeah, sure."

Liam placed her stick behind the second puck and launched it towards the goal with a wrist shot. The puck bounced off the goalpost with a *CLANG*.

"Damnit!" She shouted.

Marty followed suit and launched a wrist shot towards the goal but, again, came up short.

"I bet you can't even make it to the goal." Liam mocked while lining up her third attempt.

Another wrist shot which went wide left. Marty's third try saw the puck turn on its side and roll wide right.

Liam used a wide slap shot on puck four and it launched above the goal, smacking into the far board. Marty slapped his fourth puck and BARELY missed right.

Each contestant was down to their last attempt.

"Ladies first." Liam offered.

Marty rolled his eyes and focused on the goal. He took a deep breath and let the puck fly-!

...Direclty left into the boards.

Liam wristed her last shot and shouted, "Fuck!" as it sailed left.

They had both missed all five shots. Liam angrily chucked the wooden stick onto the ice.

"So...what happens now?" Marty inquired as he gently dropped his stick down.

Over the loudspeakers surrounding the rink, Doctor Grungot's nasily voice rang out, "I'm disappointed. Neither of you made a single shot? Pathetic! Any self respecting man would be able to make at least ONE goal. Clearly you aren't the men you claim to be. I'll be punishing both of you accordingly."

Liam fearfully shouted into the ceiling, "I thought ties always went to the oldest contestant?"

"Not anymore," Grungot stated, "You're both losers today."

Marty suddenly felt itchy all over. He rubbed his arms all around his body. He imagined bugs crawling around in his jersey, his pants and his shoes. Movement to Marty's side indicated that Liam was dealing with the same issue. Marty frantically shook his jersey open. He would confront these bugs head on! Something fell to the ice. Hair. Body hair. His legs, arms, chest, back, hands, feet- Everything below his eyes were totally smooth and hairless!

"What the fuck!" Liam shouted.

The thick black beard obscuring her face fell away.
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Marty's clothing rubbed against his hairless skin sending shivers down his spine. It was definitely a feeling he would have to get used to.

"Not enough!" Grungot boomed over the loudspeaker.

Marty's bushy black hair began to lengthen. He could feel it sliding down his face; first tickling his ears then covering them. It curtained his eyes and he swept it to the side. When his hair was finished, it was roughly chin length and in a rather feminine style complete with long bangs.
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Marty grabbed a handful of his much longer hair. It felt smooth and well maintained. As he watched, Liam's hair gushed out as well. Her bald head first grew tiny beads of black hair which lengthened until it was nearly identical to Marty's. Liam tossed her head and flipped the hair to the side with a huff.

"How am I supposed to become a well-built man if you set me back like this Doctor?" Liam spat.

She was looking decidedly more feminine with chin length hair in a female style and the absense of a beard. She was still very tall for a woman though.

Liam's question would remain unanswered as the scene began to collapse.

She angrily looked towards Marty, "I'll have your nine inch cock dangling between my legs when next we meet, bitch, and you'll have a pussy. Mark my words."

Marty opened his mouth to correct her, but stopped short. What Liam didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
169 LBS
IQ
125
POWERUPS:
1
HAIR:
Straight, chin length black hair with long bangs. Silky and clean with a bit of sheen to it.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -VqVZ3dr/A
VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -Sfrp3Fz/A
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -dSHJ3Fq/A
GENITALS:
Small, one or two inch micro penis with sad, shrivled balls. Smooth and void of any hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -zKwGg9Q/A
UPPER BODY:
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 rough nails.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -VpS6btN/A
LOWER BODY:
Hairless, bulging tree-trunk legs with protruding muscle. Feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -tJqC9Qv/A
OUTFIT:
Overly large blue hockey jersey which looks more like a dress covering black shorts. Black leather high heeled ice skates.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -fdzRSTw/A
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
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.

Anthony Johnson: Round 1, 10, 12
Annabella Slut: Round 2, 9, 10
Liam Gentry: Round 3, 8, 15
Danielle Strauss: Round 4, 10
Cindi/Sandra Mode: Round 5, 11
Mrs. Polermo: Round 6, 13
S.A.M. / Samuel Kleiner: Round 7, 14
Mistress Jennifer: 14

[Junketh71]

Thank you for the new entry. It is certainly appreciated!

[laristopa]

Round Sixteen:

Marty appeared in the lobby of a bank. It had a very clean atmosphere with a nice mix of natural and artificial lighting. In the middle of the room was a wooden table where Marty figured deposit slips were written out. Across the tiled floor was a row of teller slots which were mostly unoccupied. There were two identical looking women standing in the central slots. Each teller had medium length, mousy brown hair framing haggard, wrinkled facial features. They wore very professional black uniforms and were somewhere in their late 40's or maybe early 50's.
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Marty examined himself. A teal silk button down shirt covered his upper body while tight black slacks covered his lower body. His shoes were the trusty leather heels he was used to.
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The outfit was undoubtedly edging towards feminine. Marty gulped, was it true that his mind determined the clothing he wore? If that was the case...
Marty flipped his shaggy black hair out of his eyes and shivered. His outfit was uncomfortably tight all over. His silk shirt rubbed against his smooth, hairless skin. His ass ballooned out sand the diminished nature of his upper body was on full display. Combined with his heels, shorter stature and longer hair...he probably looked like a woman from behind. Fortunately, his masculine face, Adams apple, distinct lack of breasts, straight hips, large hands and feet etc would speak to the contrary. From the front he appeared as a masculine crossdresser.

Marty eyed the middle aged tellers, standing in their respective cubicles, with his enthralling green eyes. They returned his gaze with furrowed brows and disdain. Apparently, these women didn't approve of his wardrobe choice. Marty huffed and pursed his enhanced lips, he didn't care about the opinion of some stuffy old broads.
With a soft *pop* Danielle appeared in her blue powersuit.
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Danielle's dark eyes found Marty. The fleeting fire of determination he had seen in her gaze during their first encounter was blazing bright. Marty's stare was forced into the floor. Danielle's determination and confidence was demoralizing and frightening to Marty.

"I've been looking forward to seeing you again, Marty." Danielle mused, sounding like a predator eyeing up its prey, "There's still so much I need from you."

"H-hey there..." Marty replied weakly into the tile.

Danielle balled her hands into fists and put them onto her slight hips. "Funny how a bit of confidence can change a person, huh?"

"I guess so." Marty replied. "But even still, I won't be losing this round."

Danielle giggled, "I suppose we'll find out."

S.A.M. appeared holding a small sack with a money symbol on it.

"Contestants will deposit $100 into a bank account. The bank account number is all zeroes. The first contestant to successfully deposit the money to their respective bank teller will be the winner."

Marty looked down as a $100 bill appeared in his hand.

"Begin."

Marty dashed to the right most teller. His heels clicked furiously on the tile.

Her raspy voice sounded disinterested, "Good afternoon, SIR, how may I assist you, today?"

Marty slapped the bill to the table as he calmly stated, "I need to deposit this."

The teller folded her arms across her chest. Her makeup laden face shrank and contorted with disgust, "Well then, SIR, I suggest you fill out a deposit slip, like that young lady there."

Marty followed the teller's hand as she extended it towards Danielle- Danielle who was already furiously scribbling on a deposit slip!

"Damnit!" Marty yelled, much to the teller's dismay.

He snatched the bill and charged towards the deposit table. He plucked out a deposit slip and read it quickly. Marty was already so far behind and there really wasn't much to fill out. He was going to lose this challenge. Danielle's first swap was already bad enough...what else could she have in store for him? What kind of 'challenge' is writing a deposit slip? Doctor Grungot is really an unimaginative hack. Marty shook his head but couldn't deny the prospect of Danielle's change caused his stomach to roll.

Danielle threw her pen she down and stepped towards the teller, deposit slip and money in hand. Marty panicked.

"Powerup!" Marty shouted.

Danielle gasped as the slip in her hand burst into flames. She dropped it to the floor and took a second to process what was happening. After a brief delay she sprinted back to the deposit table to begin another slip. Now Marty had the upper hand! He filled the last few boxes and hurried to the teller. He stepped over a smoldering pile of ashes in the middle of the lobby and slid the money and slip across.

The teller's eyes narrowed, but she reluctantly picked up the paper with an audible sigh. She examined the document with a squint. Marty peered over his shoulder. He watched Danielle throw her pen down yet again and bolt towards her teller.
"Is everything okay?" Marty asked nervously as he heard Danielle begin addressing her teller.

Marty's teller took a deep breath, "Yes, yes. It's fine. I always check our customers work, SIR. I wouldn't want mistakes getting past me."

The woman took the money and slip, placing them together in a drawer in front of her.

"Have a pleasant day, SIR." She said while rolling her eyes.

Marty heard Danielle groan in frustration as both teller's dissipated.

She pointed at Marty with anger burning in her eyes, "You used your powerup on me? What's the worst I could do, make you a little shy? You don't even know what these other contestants are capable of. My swaps are a walk in the park compared to-"

Danielle disappeared as the scene collapsed. Marty was left in darkness, thankful for the power of the powerup.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
169 LBS
IQ
125
POWERUPS:
0
HAIR:
Straight, chin length black hair with long bangs. Silky and clean with a bit of sheen to it.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -VqVZ3dr/A
VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -Sfrp3Fz/A
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -dSHJ3Fq/A
GENITALS:
Small, one or two inch micro penis with sad, shrivled balls. Smooth and void of any hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -zKwGg9Q/A
UPPER BODY:
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 rough nails.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -VpS6btN/A
LOWER BODY:
Hairless, bulging tree-trunk legs with protruding muscle. Feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -tJqC9Qv/A
OUTFIT:
Teal silk shirt and tight black slacks. Black leather heels.
https://laristopa.smugmug.com/Story/n-c ... -G2bqHw2/A
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
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.

Anthony Johnson: Round 1W, 10L, 12W
Annabella Slut: Round 2W, 9L, 10L
Liam Gentry: Round 3L, 8L, 15L
Danielle Strauss: Round 4W, 10L, 16W
Cindi/Sandra Mode: Round 5L, 11L
Mrs. Polermo: Round 6L, 13L
S.A.M. / Samuel Kleiner: Round 7W, 14L
Mistress Jennifer: 14L

[laristopa]

Round Seventeen:

Marty appeared in an empty strip club. The club had moody purple lighting. Several rows of large, leather chairs sat in front of stages on either side of the main area. Silver poles extended from floor to ceiling on each stage. Bars were strategically placed on every wall. Marty stared out at the club.
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He admired the decoration. It felt classy and high end. It was a place you could picture rich businessmen showering women half their age with wads of bills. Behind Marty was a tiny square room sat directly in the middle of the club. It was decorated ornately with intricate patterns of purple and gold. Atop the room was a neon sign with bold, purple letters that read, "THE HOT SPOT". A thin black door faced Marty on the side of the room he could see.

Marty wore stretchy black shorts. They were tight, like bike shorts, and stopped just above his knees. He pulled uncomfortably at the shorts which were extremely tight in the crotch area. Even with his diminished manhood, it felt like the pants weren't meant for anything to be there. He had to admit, his ass looked good in them though.
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A purple tank top hugged his shoulders. It was thin and rather tight. The neckline dipped farther than he was used to and the straps were thinner than normal. It fit well on his diminished upper body.
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Finally, his heels were open toe, shiny purple. The six inch heel had glittery rhinestones on it. His big, masculine feet looked very out of place in the feminine shoes.
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Marty swept his chin length black hair back behind his ears. He was clearly wearing woman's clothes. To his relief, the female clothing didn't quite fit him right and he was uncomfortable with them. Marty was never so relieved to feel disomfort.
Annabelle appeared with a soft *pop*. She gazed over at Marty. Her eyes were beautiful but absent.
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She had an extremely lowcut, strapless white dress that barely covered her nipples and groin. A mountain of cleavage bulged around the top of the dress while her impossibly thick hips and thighs expanded from the bottom. She had on tiny purple flats which made her extremely small compared to Marty. Annabelle wasn't even over 5 feet!

Annabelle twirled her long blond hair around her glittery nails and delicate fingers. She popped a pink sucker into her mouth and smiled. Her multi colored braces gave her already innocent face an even younger appearance. As she stared around the room absentmindedly, Marty couldn't help but feel bad for her.

Annabelle's smile suddenly faded and the color drained from her face. Marty watched her with concern, not really sure what was happening. Her head whipped around as she searched for something. Seeming to find it, she tottered to the nearest trash can where she proceeded to bend over and wretch. Annabelle's dress rode up and Marty couldn't help but stare at her protruding ass cheeks and wide hips. She wasn't wearing underwear. He tried to tear his eyes away, he really did, but he could just about make out the prominent lips of her pussy. Marty's little cock strained against its cage. He groaned as the pain and discomfort in his groin became almost unbearable. He pulled his eyes away from the bent over Annabelle whose vomiting appeared to have concluded. Marty took a few deep breaths and shut his eyes. He needed to calm down. He wouldn't be able to do anything useful with his penis in such an uncomfortable position.

Annabelle stood up, turned and walked back towards Marty. Even the way she walked was sexual. Her hips rolled sensually while her expansive chest bounced and jiggled. She approached Marty while using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

"Well, it wooks wike i'm pwegnant...again..." Annabelle sighed in her breathy, high pitch.

She stopped and looked up at Marty expectantly. As he watched, thick ropes of semen began coating the top of her breasts and neck area. She rolled her eyes and waited. The cum oozed down for a second before drying and becoming a white, crusty stain on her tanned skin.

Annabelle began to sob. Her fat lower lip poked out.

"He makes it so much worse if you chawwenge him."

Tears rolled down Annabelle's cheeks but her heavy makeup didn't budge.

"Don't do what I did. If you are here, you alweady wost. Don't make it worse."

Annabelle's hands fished her breasts out of the dress. Dark, veiny areola and tit flesh overflowed her little hands. Her protruding nipples were pierced and a little dribble of milk gathered at the tip like little white pearls. Her left breast had the tattoo in bold letters, "PROPERTY OF DOCTOR GRUNGOT" She continued to sob, her hands seeming to act on their own.

"There's no...There's no escape...Twapped fowever..."

Annabelle was slowly fondling herself.

"I'll save you." Marty softly stated. "I'll save you from this if I can."

Annabelle shook her head, causing her golden hoop earrings to flop around. One hand remained squeezing her crusty breast while the other snaked between her legs. She opened her legs a bit wider to accommodate her hand.

"No, don't say dat. I alweady *moan* told you." Annabelle squeaked between sobs and grunts of pleasure.

Marty approached the horny, crying teenager. He gently pulled her soaking hand from between her legs. He secured the dress around her breasts. Marty grabbed Annabelle's chin and lifted her face up. The tears were bleary in her eyes.

He whispered, "I'll save you. Or die trying."

Annabelle's absent eyes suddenly gained depth and clarity, like another personality was taking over. Her voice came out smooth and stern, "There are fates worse than death, Maddie."

Marty pulled his hand away and took a step back. Annabelle blinked and she was herself again.

S.A.M. appeared wearing a little fur coat.

Annabelle's sobbing was done. She had a big, brace filled, smile on her face as she wiped the tears from her eyes. A bar code tattoo had appeared on her neck.

She chirped, "So many good memowies at the cwub! So many fun people to meet..."

Marty watched as Annabelle glanced around excitedly. He somberly shook his head. No use focusing on her now. He had to beat her to help her.

S.A.M. spoke, "Contestants will enter THE HOT SPOT and perform the necessary service. The first to complete it will be the winner."

The thin black door to THE HOT SPOT silently opened. Somehow, despite the lights around them, the small room was completely blackout dark.

"We are so wucky!" Annabelle squealed as she excitedly surged towards the open door.

Marty reluctantly followed. When they were both inside, the door closed and Marty and Annabelle were left in absolute darkness.

Marty could hear Annabelle's soft breathing. Her sweet scent tickled his nose and sent his caged manhood surging against its constraint. Even stronger than Annabelle's scent was the odor of stale cum. Marty was surprised that the little splash on her breasts would be that pungent. It was almost sickeningly strong and seemed to fill the tiny area. It was sweltering inside the room. Marty felt a trickle of sweat down the back of his neck.

After a few seconds of darkness, Marty heard a soft *click* and the room became illuminated. The only source of light was a single incandescent bulb hanging from a wire running from the ceiling. While the outside of the room was ornate and fancy, the inside was anything but. The walls were stained, faded plywood with sections of black plastic. The walls had a collection of dark, round holes drilled out of the side. Marty was no idiot, these were glory holes. The floor was cement and absolutely COVERED in crusty stains. Marty could feel his feet sticking to the floor. Beside the stains were dirt, dust and grime that had probably accumulated from years if not decades of neglect. A few rolls of toilet paper and very dirty, used condoms were haphazardly strewn about the floor. In one corner there was a black box which was open and partially filled with dildos of all sizes. Marty could see from a distance that each one was dirty, crusty and used. A faded pair of pink panties had been thrown into another corner. Marty saw a suspicious yellow stain in the crotch area.

Marty gagged. It was definitely the most disgusting place he had ever seen. It was dingy, dirty and uncomfortably hot. Marty could barely breath. Not only was the room stuffy, but it felt like every breath was exposing his body to some crazy STD toxins.

Meanwhile, Annabelle excitedly bounced from one foot to the other.

"Begin."

Music began pounding all around Marty. He could hear the club had sprung to life and shouting, chatting, cheering and all sorts of conversations buzzed around THE HOT SPOT.

At the same time, two penises sprang through the walls. One black, and one white. Annabelle immediately ran to the black cock and dropped to her knees.

Marty looked down at the penis.
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It was twitching slightly and had just the right amount of veins and-

Marty shook his head and found himself staring. Staring at some dudes dick!

Marty turned and watched Annabelle who was sucking cock like a pro.
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He turned back to the member in front of him. Normally, he would be disgusted seeing another guys dick but something about it was fascinating to him. What would it feel like to have that in his mouth? Would it be warm and salty? Marty licked his slightly expanded lips. It wouldn't hurt just to get a closer look, would it?

He crouched in front of it. Marty kicked a used condom out of the way and was sure not to actually touch any part of his body to the wall or floor. He was face to face with the cock. It was so much bigger than his own. A wide, powerful head and shaft - respectable balls. But as he watched, it began to deflate! The dick which had been pointed straight forward had begun to droop. Marty reached a shaky hand forward and had an almost out-of-body experience as his hand wrapped around the base of the shaft. It felt so warm in his hand. The man, responding to the touch, pushed himself a bit farther forward. Marty's stomach did a flip. The man...responded to his action. The man...wanted him to do this. Marty squeezed the base a bit and angled the half-chub up and towards his face. Marty opened his mouth and began dipping his head down. His breath was blowing directly on the head. He was so close he-

Annabelle stood up behind Marty. The penis in his hand withdrew and Marty was left crouched in front of an empty hole.

Marty stood and turned to see Annabelle with thick lines of cum across her face. She carefully wiped it away with the toilet paper. She was able to clean most of it, but a sticky trail was leftover without access to water. She discarded the semen paper onto the floor.

The music and all outside conversation stopped.

Doctor Grungot's nasily voice boomed through the speakers, "Congratulations, Ms. Slut. As if anybody was surprised! You're the best cocksucker, everybody knows that!"

Marty was disturbed by how proud Annabelle looked after that comment.

"What would you like to trade with Mr. Dawes today?"

" I wanna be inte- Intewwi- I wanna be smart!" She replied.

Both Marty and Annabelle let out a groan. Marty's head grew a pounding headache. He could almost feel neural connections in his brain severing as his intelligence drained away. The lights dimmed one by one as brain activity in Marty's head slowed down. Meanwhile, Annabelle's absent gaze focused as activity in her brain increased. When it was finished, Marty's 125 IQ and Annabelle's 72 IQ had been equalized. Both Marty and Annabelle were just below 100.
Marty felt panicked as he peered around THE HOT SPOT. He was definitely no idiot, but he knew his thoughts, observations, reasoning ability and general knowledge was duller, slower and less complex. Maybe Danielle was right about saving his powerup...this was something completely different than bigger lips and longer hair.

But Doctor Grungot wasn't finished, "I'm disappointed, Mr. Dawes. Your macho man personality is still preventing you from participating fully. For your sake, I hope you learn to get over that soon. I think another few points of intelligence ought to teach you a thing or two about trying."

Another round of headache ripped through Marty's brain. His already slow, severed neural connections became even slower as a few more points slipped away. Annabelle took a sharp breath as her thoughts became clearer and sharper.

"There you go, Ms. Slut. You're no longer the dumbest contestant here! That honor goes fully to Mr. Dawes, the idiot of the competition."

Marty tried remembering his French and his martial arts forms and moves. Much to his relief, he still had that knowledge stored away. But he knew it would be much harder to learn anything new going forward.

Annabelle peered over at Marty. Having gained over thirty IQ points in a short span, she was trying to take it all in.

"Well that was certainly something." She mused, her childlike lisp having vanished. "It's nice to have clearer thoughts...Doesn't help much when I'm horny as fuck, though. Maybe that'll be next."

Marty gulped. Even though he was much taller physically than the tiny Annabelle, he felt so small. Afraid and small. While he wasn't nearly as dumb as Annabelle had been about a minute prior, he was well below average now. The scene collapsed and Marty was left in the void.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
169 LBS
IQ
91
POWERUPS:
0
HAIR:
Straight, chin length black hair with long bangs. Silky and clean with a bit of sheen to it.
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VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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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GENITALS:
Small, one or two inch micro penis with sad, shriveled balls. Smooth and void of any hair. Encased in a small, metal chastity cage.
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UPPER BODY:
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 rough nails.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, bulging tree-trunk legs with protruding muscle. Feet are large, smooth, masculine, without callous, reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with narrow hips.
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OUTFIT:
Purple women's tank top and tight black women's bike shorts. Tall purple heels with glittering rhinestones on the heel.
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SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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'.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat driven and quick-witted. A bit of a hothead that's slow with his decision making. Somewhat provocative 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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowledgeable about the human body including 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.

Anthony Johnson: Round 1W, 10L, 12W
Annabelle Slut: Round 2W, 9L, 10L, 17L
Liam Gentry: Round 3L, 8L, 15L
Danielle Strauss: Round 4W, 10L, 16W
Cindi/Sandra Mode: Round 5L, 11L
Mrs. Polermo: Round 6L, 13L
S.A.M. / Samuel Kleiner: Round 7W, 14L
Mistress Jennifer: 14L

[laristopa]

Round Eighteen:

Marty appeared in a dungeon. Chains hung from the ceiling all around the room. Every wall was criss-crossed and covered in metal. Beside the chains were cages, wooden posts and strange devices. The walls beyond the chains were dark stone as was the floor.
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The room was strangely damp and cold. A feeling of dread and vulnerability pervaded every square inch. Marty couldn't shake the feeling that every chain, every strange wooden and metal object in the room was placed there intentionally - and for a purpose.

Marty shifted his focus down to his outfit. He had on a simple pair of jeans, a plain green t-shirt and his signature leather heels. He released a sigh of relief. Finally he was back in normal clothes. Marty quickly checked his heels - at least somewhat normal. No more questionably girly shirts and pants for this guy Marty thought to himself.

Despite the rather grim setting, Marty found himself smiling. The comfortable male clothing was really making him happy and his brain didn't really process the setting around him as well as it used to.

Sandra appeared with a soft *pop*. Marty felt a stirring in his jeans as his little member pressed against the chastity cage. Sandra looked beautiful. Encasing her ample bosom was a tight leather jacket which she pulled around a low cut black top. Her bottoms were an almost transparent sheer body stocking. Marty found himself staring at her curvy ass. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back, her face was smartly made up, and she wore tall red heels. She shot Marty a smoky look over her shoulder with her small but shimmering hazel eyes before turning to face him. Marty gulped, he could see a noticeable cleft between her legs where the stocking was very tight.
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A few awkward seconds passed. Marty was trying to ignore the stinging in his crotch while simultaneously making it worse by staring at Sandra.

Sandra pursed her lips as she observed the room. She spoke softly in a rich alto, "Well...this place is horrifying."

Marty's smile faded and he nodded, "Y-yeah."

Determined not to allow another awkward silence, Sandra kept her voice upbeat and spoke again, "I like your hair. Not exactly the manliest cut, but we'll get it styled properly and you won't know the difference."

"Uh huh." Marty replied. He was staring at Sandra, she was so pretty.

She furrowed her brow, "Are you okay, Marty?"

Marty nodded absentmindedly and responded, "You're just so...pretty..."

Sandra walked to Marty until she was directly in front of him. He looked down at her and noticed a concerned expression.

She reached one of her hands up and gently rubbed Marty's cheek, her face was genuinely concerned, "What did they do to you?"

Marty closed his eyes and enjoyed her touch before putting his own hand onto hers. He mumbled, "I'm fine."

Sandra immediately whispered back, "You can tell me."

Marty exhaled deeply before noticing he could see directly down Sandra's shirt. His little cock surged again and he winced in pain while grabbing at his crotch.

Sandra frowned, "Your monster still caged, I take it?"

Marty pulled away from her and grunted, "Yeah - and it hurts."

She took a step back, "I'm sorry Marty, I forgot. I'll try to keep things PG."

Marty continued to struggle while Sandra walked to the chained wall. She put both hands up and grabbed onto two random links. She turned her head over her shoulder and stared back while pushing her nearly naked butt out at him.
She bit her lower lip and moaned out while wiggling her ass, "You want to tie me up with these chains, daddy?"

Marty grunted and turned his back on her. Between laughs, he winced in pain as the cage dug deeply into his cock, "You're an ass! A damn fine...big bouncing ass too."

Sandra's infectious giggle added to Marty's and they were soon filling the miserable dungeon with laughter.

Sandra walked back towards Marty, still giggling, "You know, I could get used to-"

Mistress Jennifer appeared and the laughter instantly stopped.
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The already cold temperature of the dungeon dropped another few degrees. Mistress Jennifer stared daggers into Marty and Sandra. Her expression was predatory and aggressive. Standing next to her was a tall, muscular man with a dark expression. He held a black whip in his hands but adopted a subservient posture.
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Marty froze in place while Sandra backed up and pressed against the wall. An intense fear was plastered across her face with wide eyes and quick breaths.

Mistress Jennifer growled in Marty's direction, baring her teeth. "I told you never to have clothing on in my presence, worm. Take them off - NOW!"

Marty began to quiver but immediately began doing as he was told. He tore his shirt and pants off until he was standing in just his heels. The comfort, security and positive feeling the clothing had provided him was completely stripped away. His hairless, pathetic, little cock was open for everybody to see. He knew better than to try covering it up.
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Marty could see out of the corner of his eye - Sandra was looking right at his withered manhood. A shameful shiver washed along his body like a frozen wave.

Mistress Jennifer surged forward aggresively, her chainmail swished and jingled. She was standing directly over Marty who shrank down and stared at her feet. The male holding the whip silently shuffled behind her as she moved.

Mistres Jennifer spoke directly into Marty's downcast face, "I know you're even more of a simpleton now so I'll use small words even you can understand. What does a sissy slave say when they fuck something up?"

Marty hesitated before croaking out in a weak whisper, "I'm s-sorry mistress."

Mistress Jennifer stood upright and smiled widely. A renewed chill washed over Marty, her smile may have been even more terrifying than her 'angry' face.

She practically chirped, her voice suddenly filling with glee, "Apology accepted. Of course, there will be a punishment for your gross misconduct, but at least you're able to properly admit fault."

She shifted her attention to Sandra who was still pressed firmly against the far wall. The chains next to her sprang to life with a terrible rattling and coiled around her arms. Sandra screamed. She tried running away, pulling away, twisting away - but nothing stopped the chains as they gained control. Once both her wrists were shackled, the chains shifted around the room until she was being held with arms outstretched to opposite walls. Sandra was red in the face and continuing to struggle in futility.

"W-what are you doing?" Sandra gasped while catching her breath.

Sandra's clothing melted away and she was left completely naked. No shoes, jacket, body stocking, nothing. With her arms outstretched, Sandra had no way of covering herself and every part of her femininity was out in the open. Her large, jiggling tits flopped around while she fought against her restraints.

The man holding the whip took a step towards Sandra. The whip uncoiled silently and rubbed along the floor.

Marty pleaded, "Please don't do this. I'm so sorry Mistress, it was my mistake - I should be punished."

Mistress Jennifer cackled, "But my dear slave, you are being punished! Here, I know what will make you feel better. I'm feeling extra FORGIVING today. If you administer twenty lashes all is forgiven and you win the round."

The muscular man presented the whip to Marty who carefully took it with a shaky hand. The dark leather was smooth and cool to the touch.

Sandra yelled at Marty, her voice was shaky, "Just give her what she wants. I don't blame you for anything."

Marty stared down at the whip. He could feel his heart racing. Could he really WHIP somebody. Especially somebody he liked?

"I can't do this." Marty sputtered. "She won't be hurt because of me."

He slowly opened his hand until the whip slid out and dropped to the floor with a soft thud. The man bent over and silently collected it.

Mistress Jennifer put her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Tsk Tsk Tsk little sissy. I guess you have more learning to do. Fortunately, I had a feeling you would continue being insubordinate."

She snapped her fingers and Marty heard a loud popping sound - like a gunshot. He froze and felt something was about to happen.

Sandra screamed, "Marty - watch out!"

Quick as lightning, a chain shot from the floor just in front of Sandra and hurtled towards Marty's head. Before he could even react, a metal collar at the end of the chain secured itself tightly around his neck. He immediately began pulling at the collar, but it was locked tight and Marty couldn't find a clasp. The collar was connected to the chain by a thick metal ring. The chain stretched back a hole in the ground just in front of Sandra. Marty tried to scream but only managed a muffled choke as his throat was constricted. An ominous clanking sound rang out from the ground and any slack in the line was tightened. As the clanking continued, Marty felt himself being pulled forward. He tried fighting the mechanism but it only served to dig the collar deeper into his neck. He shot a pained glance at Mistress Jennifer who seemed to be enjoying herself based on her horrifying grin.

Marty had no choice but to follow the chain with as little resistance as possible. Being dragged along the floor by his neck didn't sound enjoyable. When he got to the hole in the ground which the chain was being fed into, Marty was forced onto his knees. The clanking sound stopped with about a foot of chain left between the collar and the floor. Marty was left with his chubby ass sticking up. He looked up at Sandra who was just a few feet away. They shared a fearful stare.

The sound of equipment being moved behind him startled Marty. He didn't know what was going on and couldn't crane his neck far enough to see. But as he looked up to see Sandra, he knew whatever it was wasn't good. He heard a loud *thud* directly behind him.

"Be strong Marty- don't let them- Mhhhmhhmh!" Sandra's mouth was suddenly filled with a red ball gag.

"Don't do this! Don't do it! Please, I'll do anything!" Marty pleaded desperately, tears streaming down his face.

Mistress Jennifer knelt next to Marty and spoke into his ear, "Oh, I know, slave. I'm giving you the opportunity to do just that!"

She rubbed her hand onto marty's cheeks, coating her fingers with his tears. He tried pulling his head away but he had no choice. He wanted to reach out and grab the vile, evil woman. To wring her neck and break every bone she had. But...attacking her now would only make the situation worse. She had all the power here.

Marty saw Mistress Jennifer reaching her hand back towards his backside, "W-what are you doing?"

One of her tear soaked fingers probed his asshole. She coated it and slowly pressed her finger inside.

"Wait! W-wait!" Marty screamed, "No! N-n-ahhhh!!" She pressed her finger in and out. It was painful and dry. More tears, this time from pain, gushed out making Marty's face hot. Mistress scooped the tears up and transferred them to Marty's ass providing some modicum of lubrication. Marty kicked his feet and flailed his arms, despite his fear of retaliation, he found himself reacting as opposed to deciding.

"Mhmmhmm!" Sandra shouted while kicking her legs, her hair and tits flailing all about.

Mistress forced Marty's legs into the proper position with a grungt and metal bands were secured around them on hooks in the stone floor that Marty had previously overlooked. His ankles were in an extremely uncomfortable position and trying to move them aggressively made it even worse. With his neck and legs now secure, he really only had his hands free and they couldn't quite reach and interfere with what she was doing.

Mistress had nearly her whole finger inside of him, pumping it in and out, using his tears as lubrication. Marty had never experienced any type of anal play on himself - it was a very strange feeling to him. When her entire finger was inside, Marty felt something bizarre. His hips jerked forward and a blast of pleasure shot up to his cock. She pushed her finger all the way in again and there was another jolt. Mistress Jennifer pulled at Marty's little cage and removed it completely. He felt instant relief and looked between his legs. His hard cock was laughably tiny.
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She removed her finger and Marty's asshole felt rather open and empty. He shuddered at the realization that he - he wanted her finger back in...Wait, no! He didn't want that! He wasn't gay! He liked putting it in girl's asses! Not having anything in his...Right?

He heard a squirting sound, like ketchup out of a bottle. Only, he was pretty sure it wasn't ketchup. She rubbed the cold lube onto Marty's hole before pushing her finger back inside and coating his inner walls. He felt his cock jumping to life as she rubbed inside of him. He couldn't help it!

Mistress Jennifer stood up and spoke with excitement in her voice, "Now we're going to have so much fun! You're all warmed up for pleasure, Slave. Meanwhile...your little friend will be receiving the pain."

Marty reached his hand towards Sandra. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. He want to stand up and rescue her. He wanted to punish Mistress Jennifer and take Sandra far away from this place. Sandra pushed her foot towards him and they met in the middle. The second they touched, Marty felt his tears renewing in his own eyes. He wanted desperately to save her...but this isn't that kind of story.

*WHACK*

Sandra screamed around her ball gag and her entire body shook. Her foot recoiled from Marty's touch and she was sobbing.

As the first lash struck, Marty heard something behind him click and spring to life. A long, thick finger pressed into his lubed up, loosened asshole. He grunted and the finger pumped in and out. Each time the finger plunged inside Marty's cock surged with a zap of pleasure. He craned his neck as far as it could go to see - it was no finger!
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The machine pumped at a methodical pace with a mechanical whirling sound. A long, veiny white dildo sloshed into his ruined hole again and again.

*WHACK*

Sandra screamed again. Her sobbing deepened. Marty, meanwhile let out a moan. The pleasure from his violated asshole was becoming more than his stiff little dick could bear.

*WHACK*
*Sob*
*whirlwhirlwhirlwhirl*
*Moan*

*WHACK* *Sob*
*whirlwhirlwhirlwhirl* *Moan*

*WHACK* *Sob* *whirlwhirlwhirlwhirl* *Moan*

All the while Mistress Jennifer's horrible, mocking laughter, filled the room.

Sandra's head hung down while she wept. Thin, long red lash marks were all across her body.

*WHACK*
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Marty was instinctively pushing back against the machine and was lost in pleasure. His entire lower body was tensed up and he was preparing himself for a messy orgasm. The feeling of being filled...he couldn't quite explain how right it felt!

*whirlwhirlwhirlwhirl*

*WHACK*

Marty released his loudest moan yet and his cock shuttered. A paltry dribbling of semen gushed out of his sad little penis and onto the stone floor. His orgasm was so strong that he felt ready to pass out. The machine clicked off and slipped out of Marty's asshole. He felt a breeze run across the loose orifice.

He picked his head up and looked at Sandra who sagged down, being held up by her arms. Marty reached his hand up toward Sandra again. Sandra raised her red, tear covered face up. Her makeup was all over the place. She weakly tried to lift her foot, but was unable. Her head sagged down again.

Mistress Jennifer mocked, "Such an embarrassing amount of semen. Nobody as pathetic as you could ever be called a 'man'. But, we can't let semen go to waste. You, girl, lick it up."

Sandra's chains released from her wrists and fell to the ground. She, too, fell to the floor in a broken heap. She was covered in welts and open wounds which oozed blood onto the stone.

Mistress Jennifer stepped over to Sandra and stood over her. She raised her heel and pressed it into one of Sandra's deeper wounds. Sandra screamed and pulled herself into a fetal position. Mistress Jennifer knelt down and pulled at Sandra's ball gag.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Marty screamed.

"Don't talk again, Slave." Mistress Jennifer ordered.

Marty felt himself unable to speak.

"W-w...why..." Sandra croaked. She screamed into the ceiling, "Why are you doing this!?"

Mistress Jennifer, still kneeling, delivered a harsh whisper into Sandra's ear, "I know you and your little friends think that just because this place isn't the real world that consequences don't matter. You tell me how real this feels." Mistress Jennifer pressed her finger into another of Sandra's wounds causing her to squirm from another wave of anguish, "You'd better start taking this seriously. You aren't here to be his friend. You aren't here to help him. This comes directly from the Doctor. Don't test him again or I'll show you just how real consequences can be."

Marty watched in horror. He tried to open his mouth, to leap out of his bounds...but he was completely trapped.

Mistress Jennifer whispered to Sandra once more, "Crawl, girl. Lick that tasty cum from your little boyfriend - and I mean little."

Sandra's body shook and she had visible struggle in her flushed face as she got up into a crawling position. Her legs and arms were slow to respond. She slowly and painfully began to crawl forward. Mistress Jennifer stood and had her signature evil grin.

Marty opened his eyes wide and tried to catch Sandra's gaze, but she was seemingly broken. She crawled underneath Marty, her long blond hair rubbed against his chest. He could hear her lapping up his semen. After a few seconds she retreated back and crawled to the wall where she lay in a ball, gently sobbing.

"Now, Slave," Mistress Jennifer said while turning her attention to Marty, "Seeing as how you failed the round, I'll be making a nice swap."

How could she still take something from him after all that?

"I think I'll send the majority of your leg strength to somebody I'm sure would want it. A little sissy slave like you shouldn't have all those muscles anyway."

Marty's legs tingled. He looked down past his shriveled, little, hairless cock and saw his thick, muscular legs beginning to recede. he could feel himself getting thinner and weaker as years of squats, lifts, kicks and all manner of training was wiped away. When they were finished, his legs were thin and had very little size. He had neither muscle nor fat, just two sticks between his straight hips and heeled feet. While still reeling from his transformation, Mistress Jennifer sauntered over and secured the chastity cage back onto Marty's cock.

As the scene collapsed, Marty tried one more time to get Sandra's attention. She was focused on the wall. He was soon floating in the dark.

NAME:
Marty Lyonelle Dawes
AGE:
21
HEIGHT:
5"09
WEIGHT:
159 LBS
IQ
91
POWERUPS:
0
HAIR:
Straight, chin length black hair with long bangs. Silky and clean with a bit of sheen to it.
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VOICE:
A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.
FACE:
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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GENITALS:
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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UPPER BODY:
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 rough nails.
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LOWER BODY:
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.
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OUTFIT:
Tall, leather heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
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 being the boss and having women call him 'Daddy'.
PERSONALITY:
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.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
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. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

Anthony Johnson: Round 1W, 10L, 12W
Annabelle Slut: Round 2W, 9L, 10L, 17L
Liam Gentry: Round 3L, 8L, 15L
Danielle Strauss: Round 4W, 10L, 16W
Cindi/Sandra Mode: Round 5L, 11L, 18L
Mrs. Polermo: Round 6L, 13L
S.A.M. / Samuel Kleiner: Round 7W, 14L
Mistress Jennifer: 14L, 18L