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

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Round Thirty Five:

Mardi appeared in a field next to a small playground. A simple yellow slide, a row of lonely swings and a few benches sat empty next to the field.
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Mardi breathed a sigh of relief, not feeling the gnawing hunger in her belly. She cautiously walked to the playground and took a seat on one of the benches. She tossed her long brunette hair behind her shoulders as she examined her outfit. She wore a tan blouse with a black leather jacket. Her B-cup breasts were well covered well by the modest top. A pair of tight, women's blue jeans stretched across her newly expanded hips while purple, open toe heels encased her petite feet. Mardi crossed her legs and bit her wet, bee stung lips. She nervously waited for the round to start.

Appearing with a soft *pop* was Annabelle. Annabelle had a somewhat similar outfit to Mardi. Annabelle also wore a tan blouse, but it failed to properly cover her. Annabelle's cleavage was still impressive despite losing a few cup sizes and her tiny stomach was exposed. She had on a brown jacket and tight blue jeans. On her feet were comfortable, women's sneakers. With the natural height difference and Mardi's heels, Mardi was eight or nine inches taller than Annabelle. Annabelle's long, blonde hair fell down her shoulders and her huge, fat lips accepted a pink lollipop which clicked around her teeth.

Annabelle strutted to Mardi's bench before adopting an overtly feminine posture.

Her high pitched voice chirped around her sucker, "Hey, Maddie. You've changed a lot since I saw you last. You look quite a bit older."

Mardi raised her eyebrows and folded her arms across her chest before responding coldly in her androgynous voice, "You know, that's a really rude thing to say to a woman. I'm trying my best, you know."

Annabelle popped her sucker from her mouth and put her hand on her hip which she jutted out.

She asked bluntly, "So, you fully consider yourself a woman now, huh?"

Mardi hesitated and felt herself slightly taken aback by Annabelle's question. She looked down at herself. She saw her petite, hairless feet with cute painted nails in the tiny purple heels. Her tight jeans barely containing her supple thighs, wide hips and chubby ass. Her modest breasts and her thin frame; her long, brunette hair and puffy lips.

Mardi sighed and looked down with her large, pretty green eyes. Her voice trailed off, "Well, If the shoe fits..."

Annabelle clutched her belly and nearly doubled over while wincing in pain. She exhaled loudly and took a few quick breaths. She gasped and straightened herself back up. Mardi nonchalantly scratched between her legs as she watched the young woman deal with some obvious discomfort.

Annabelle shook her head and popped her sucker back in, "Don't get pregnant if you can help it. It's a very...uncomfortable process for us girls."

Mardi continued to scratch an uncomfortable itch and stood from the bench, happy to still tower over the tiny Annabelle.

S.A.M. appeared wearing a little necklace with a Mars (male) symbol.
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Annabelle blanked out for a few seconds before coming back to reality. A wide grin grew across her face and she twirled her long blond hair around her finger. A wet spot appeared on the bottom of Annabelle's blouse before suddenly drying and forming a crusty, white stain. A momentary whiff of a familiar body fluid wafted past Mardi's nose.

S.A.M. spoke in his computerized voice, "Contestants will compete in a series of five challenges which test their manliness. If either contestant succeeds at a given challenge, both will win. Contestants will not be able to assist one another in completing the challenges. Should both contestants fail, they will each incur a change as decided by Doctor Grungot. it should be noted that these simple challenges were attempted by one hundred healthy male volunteers with a 95% success rate across all five challenges."

Mardi shot a glance over to her excited, teenage partner. She didn't expect Annabelle would be much help in a manliness challenge. But, as Mardi calmed herself and took a deep breath, she realized she would be pretty useless as well. If an average male could complete these challenges 95% of the time, surely both of them together could find a way to do it.

Right?

After a few seconds of silence, S.A.M. spoke again, "Contestant will have thirty seconds, and one attempt, to spit a distance of seven feet. Begin."

Annabelle immediately made a pitiful gurgling sound. Mardi watched blankly as Annabelle pushed a puff of air from her mouth and a stream of saliva dribbled to the ground. Annabelle recoiled her body away from her saliva as it lazily dropped and giggled as she wiped her lips. Mardi was almost disgusted by how girly Annabelle acted. She really wasn't going to be helpful at all.

Mardi looked ahead and prepared herself. She had spit very often back when she was a man. She slowly hocked a loogie and cocked her head back. Mardi rolled her shoulders forward and released a gob of saliva forward. She probably made it almost ten feet!

"Ewwww, that's disgusting!" Annabelle squeaked in her breathy, high pitch.

Mardi ignored Annabelle and felt a swell of pride. She might look like a girl, but she could compete with any man on day of the week!

S.A.M. spoke, "Contestants will perform standard, military style pushups. Contestant have one minute to complete fifteen acceptable repetitions. Please get into a starting position."

Mardi got down onto her hands and knees in the grass. Before Grungot, Mardi could easily do seventy or eighty pushups in a minute but now...she wasn't sure what she was capable of. Mardi looked over to Annabelle who was giggling more than preparing. Her arms were so incredibly scrawny. Mardi wasn't sure if Annabelle even had the strength to get into a push up position let alone perform one; especially considering how heavy her tits were. Annabelle's arms were also in too wide a position and she stuck her wobbly ass and hips out in a way that would make it almost impossible to do the exercise. She seemed to care more about her blonde hair getting dirty than completing the task. Mardi was not happy with her overly girly behavior.

"Begin."

Mardi got into the push up position and went down. The first couple were a breeze. But, she could definitely feel the significant regression of her upper body strength. She was no longer a twenty year old man but a thirty six year old woman. Her modest breasts touched the grass softly with every pushup.

When Mardi got to ten, she could really feel the fatigue beginning to set in. Her arms were shaking and struggling just to keep her up. She knew the longer she waited the less likely she was to finish so she pushed herself on. Eleven...Tw-elve...Thir-teen...Mardi's face was getting hot and her long hair pooled on the ground with each repetition. She widened her hands and stuck her butt in the air to take a quick break. She watched Annabelle who had simply stopped trying. She had already dropped to her knees. Annabelle arched her back sexily and scrunched her hair in one hand while the other kept her up. Her large chest hung towards the ground.

Mardi got back into the position and shook wildly as she fought for the last two pushups. She willed herself forward and managed to complete the challenge! She stood triumphantly and dusted herself off with a smile.
Annabelle hopped to her feet and clapped excitedly. She carefully fluffed her hair up and made sure her clothing was meticulously void of dirt.

Annabelle chirped while putting her hands on her jutting hips, "Good job, girlfriend! We got this!"

Mardi wiped a bead of sweat from her heavy brow and scratched between her legs as she grunted angrily in her androgynous voice, "You mean I have this! You're such a useless girly-girl! it's actually pissing me off. Why don't you just go sit over there and let me handle this?"

Annabelle let out a cute *huff* and pouted.

S.A.M. began, "Contestants will chop ten pieces of wood in two minutes."

A pile of wood appeared along with two axes and two flat tree stumps.
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Mardi hefted the heavy axe. Her arms were still shaking from the pushups making the axe feel even heavier. She had never chopped wood before, but how hard could it really be?

Annabelle could barely hold the axe and let it drop to the ground. It landed with a soft *thud* and Annabelle jumped away with a high pitched *Eep!* as if the axe would hit her feet. She balled her little hands into fists and held them to her mouth looking like a frightened girl.

Mardi rolled her eyes at the pathetic, girly antics of Annabelle and prepared herself as S.A.M. said, "Begin."

Mardi grabbed a piece of wood and placed it carefully, face up on the stump. She hefted the axe and prepared to strike. She raised it up and brought the axe down awkwardly, bouncing off the wood and knocking it over. She quickly replaced the piece and tried again, this time splitting the log in one swift motion. She felt emboldened by her quick success but found herself fading with each log she split. The axe was feeling heavier and heavier and her swings were becoming weaker and less precise. On her sixth log Mardi tried three swings and found herself panting and sweating. She let the axe rest on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Annabelle was busy twirling her hair and watching Mardi. Her axe remained exactly where she had dropped it.

In frustration, Mardi yelled, "You aren't even going to pretend to put some effort in? Useless!"

Annabelle upturned her nose and folded her arms, "I'm just doing what you told me to do. If I'm too much of a girly girl for you...I'll just take your advice and let the ugly, old, tom boy bitch do everything!"

S.A.M. interjected, "Time's up. Neither contestant was successful."

Doctor Grungot's voice boomed from the sky, "You're both acting like children! I think it's time you walked a mile in the other person's shoes."

Annabelle and Mardi both grabbed at their heads as a throbbing numbness invaded their brains. Mardi's thoughts were scrambled and scattered. Her whole body was shaking and felt red hot. Annabelle cried out while Mardi felt ready to pass out. The feeling lasted only a few seconds but it felt like minutes.

When the feeling began to dissipate, Mardi tried taking stock of herself. Everything was as before, but somehow completely different. Her breathing was lighter and shallower. She involuntarily puffed out her lips. She jutted her hip out. She jutted her breasts forward. She bent her leg and pushed it forward. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders with a roll of her neck. Mardi felt a surge of energy and adopted a warm smile. She felt good! She felt energetic and...girly...
Annabelle, on the other hand, stood normally. She didn't exaggerate her movements in any way. She stared down at her hands and frowned. She put her hands in her pocket and spit on the ground in front of her. She scoffed at her newfound talent that had escaped her only minutes prior.

Mardi watched Annabelle with horror. Grungot hadn't equalized their girliness, he had swapped them! Mardi walked towards Annabelle and found her gait was now a widely swaying strut. The heels on her feet only adding to the effect. Mardi's hand reached up to her hair and she flipped it out, making sure it wasn't matted or frizzy.

Annabelle spoke plainly, her speech pattern was more direct and subdued, "I don't know how to feel about this."

Mardi felt giddy as she chirped in her androgynous pitch, which was more bubbly, vibrant and dramatic, "I can't believe the Doctor! He took this one too far! I want my normal behavior back!"

Mardi found herself gesticulating with her delicate hands, while talking, much more than before. If she focused, she could stop the behavior; but the second she didn't focus it began again.

Mardi resigned herself to the girly behavior to properly focus up while S.A.M. spoke again, "Contestants will wrestle a very scrawny man. The first to pin their opponent wins."

Two skinny, short young men appeared. Mardi felt intimidated. She had to fight a man? That wasn't fair! She couldn't win in a fight! She was no fighter! She took a few steps back from the boy and felt herself begin to quake.
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The first young man spoke, his voice was squeaky, "My name is Newton!"

The second boy spoke, his voice was just as squeaky, "And you fine ladies may call me Alucard!"

Annabelle shook her head and pulled her hair into a high bun. She stared at the boy in front of her with determination.

Alucard gulped as he stared at Annabelle, noticing her confidence and aggressive stance. Newton, on the other hand, licked his lips like a Hungary predator as he trailed his eyes up the quivering body of Mardi. She stared at him wide-eyed like a frightened doe.

Newton rubbed his hands together, "Don't worry, Milady, it'll be over quickly and afterwards maybe we can get to know each other a little better. Milf porn has always been my favorite category so...I know what i'm doing."

"Holy cringe." Annabelle groaned.

Newton yelled, "Hey shut up you I-"

He quickly shut his mouth as Annabelle stared freezing daggers into him.

"Begin."

Annabelle charged towards Alucard who let out a frightened screech. Newton advanced on Mardi. Mardi shut her eyes and scrunched her body up while holding her hands over her face. She was desperately afraid of getting hit released a high pitched squeal when Newton grabbed her by the arm. Mardi started to bat at Newton with weak, girly swats, trying to keep him away. In response, he grabbed hold of both her wrists and held them tightly.

Mardi kept her eyes tightly shut as she weakly fought against Newton who whispered, "Don't worry, sexy lady, I'll take care of you."

As Newton began to manhandle her, Mardi heard a pained scream from Alucard. Newton released her and was suddenly gone. Mardi slowly opened her eyes and felt her fear dissipate. Annabelle had won! Mardi had almost forgotten Annabelle had taken her fighting skill a few rounds prior. Annabelle walked towards Mardi with a confident swagger. Her white tennis shoes had a few grass stains now, but she didn't care anymore. Mardi strutted towards Annabelle and felt a wide smile cross her face.

She chirped, "Nice job, Annabelle!"

"Call me Anna." Anna replied.

Mardi nodded her head and tossed her hair back.

S.A.M. presented the final challenge, "Contestants will have one attempt to throw a football twenty five yards."

Two footballs appeared. Mardi picked her football up. It was huge in her delicate little fingers. She could barely hold it in one hand, let alone throw it properly!

Anna picked up her ball and took a deep breath. She wound up and launched it as far as she could. Anna had good form, but her hands were even smaller than Mardi's. She also did not have the arm strength to carry the distance. The ball landed twenty two or twenty three yards away, much to Anna and Mardi's chagrin.

"I don't suppose you can top that?" Anna asked sarcastically.

Mardi brought the ball close to eye level and concentrated. She cocked the ball back and pushed her arm forward, in front of her breasts. Unfortunately, she let the ball go way too early. It weakly bounced directly in front of her. It was an absolutely embarrassing display.

Anna chuckled, "I expected you to fail, but not THAT badly. Though I guess the forty year old girly woman in heels wouldn't be expected to do well, huh?"

Mardi felt embarrassed at her attempt. The ball had barely gone more than three yards, and most of that was because it rolled! She thought back to what S.A.M. had said...95% success rate for average men...and she'd failed three of them. She would probably fail them all as she was right now. But how could she compete with an average man in a manliness contest? She was anything but a man!

Grungot boomed from the sky, "Looks like both of you failed. However, Ms. Dawes didn't just fail, she failed in an embarrassing fashion. I think it's time she began to look as girly as she acts."

Mardi gasped as her breasts began to tingle. She looked over to Anna who wore a sly smile. Mardi felt her tits begin to swell and strain against her blouse. She hefted each breast in her hand as they pushed outward. Flesh drained from Anna and flowed into Mardi. As they progressed, Mardi groaned at the tightness in her blouse which was increasing with each second.

"Want to swap tops?" Anna coolly offered.

"Y-yes" Mardi whispered.

After agreeing, Mardi's top and jacket evaporated and appeared on Anna. Anna's top and jacket appeared on Mardi's body. It was incredibly tight in the stomach, but let her expanded, jiggling hooters breath a little easier. Mardi looked down at her greatly expanded cleavage and gasped. She had massive breasts now! She caught the familiar whiff of spunk. Mardi parted her tits and noticed an obvious cum stain on the front of her blouse. Anna turned and moved her new body, noticing how much easier it was to do almost any physical action. She jumped up and down and jogged in place with a slight smile.

Mardi shook her torso back and forth, noticing how extensively her boobs shook. They were also heavy! She tried jumping in place as Anna did, but the combination of her expanded tits, heels and girliness made her jump extremely short and ineffective. When she walked, Mardi's whole weight had shifted. Now, not only did her hips sway during her strut, but her chest puffed out and swayed as well.

The last thing Mardi saw before entering the void was Anna practicing sprints across the grass. Something Mardi was sure she wouldn't be able to do any longer. Mardi gulped, she was more feminine than Anna now. Her stomach dropped, Anthony wasn't going to like this...

NAME:
Mardi Elle "Kitten" Dawes
AGE:
36
HEIGHT:
5"03
WEIGHT:
144 LBS
IQ
91
POWERUPS:
5
PHYSIOLOGY:
XX chromosomes. Body produces average amount of female hormones. Intermittent, moderate itching between legs.
HAIR:
Straight/wavy dark brown hair with long bangs that constantly needs to be swept out of the eyes. Just beyond shoulder length.
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VOICE:
Androgynous
ADDICTIONS:
Semen- [Hunger Level]: Satisfied
FACE:
Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips with natural gloss and shallow laugh lines. Low cheekbones and small, cute button nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide, smooth neck with no Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.
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GENITALS:
Fully developed, hairless vagina with noticeable pussy lips.
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UPPER BODY:
Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Large, fleshy mounds hanging from chest, around a D cup. Nipples are long and thick while areola are large and feminine. Stomach is soft with respectable muscle underneath. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands and wrists are small, delicate and extremely feminine with deep red painted nails.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, thick feminine thighs with very little muscle that rub together while walking. Feet are dainty, smooth, extremely feminine. Women's size 5.5 reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with wide hips. Deep red painted toenails.
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OUTFIT:
Tan, Lowcut blouse baring stomach and cleavage. Semen stained on the direct front. Tan jacket. Tight women's blue jeans and tall purple heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
Has dated members of both sexes but strongly prefers men. Loves sucking cock. Loves making partners scream in ecstasy. Likes big cocks and hard muscles. Enjoys cum inside her mouth. Addicted to semen. Prefers blonde partners. Loves cunnilingus and anal - on both her partners and herself. Enjoys long kisses, mostly with men. Very submissive. Really gets off on humiliation and debauchery - but only when very horny.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat dim-witted. A submissive that's slow with her decision making, preferring other to make decisions for her. Somewhat provocative and foolhardy. Generally afraid of big, scary people who can overpower her. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence. Very submissive in nearly every situation. Extremely girly in nearly every way.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Extremely knowledgeable with oral sex. Knows multiple ways to pleasure both men and women. Very knowledgeable with domestic skills (cooking, cleaning etc ) Fluent in French. Expert at walking in high heels. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

[laristopa]

Round Thirty Six:

Mardi appeared and immediately felt the weight of her newly enhanced bust. She looked down and sighed. She wore a set of pink, women's scrubs. But, even in the flattering clothes, her breasts noticeably pushed out farther. Thankfully, she had on a supportive bra that kept most of the weight off her chest and on her shoulders. On her feet were tall pink heels which matched her outfit. Her long brown hair fell loosely.
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Mardi put her hand on her hip and jutted out her leg while carefully using her painted nails to curl her hair behind her ear. Her once satiated stomach gave a worrying grumble but she was otherwise free to glance at her surroundings. Mardi appeared to be in a hospital room of some sort. She felt uneasy; hospital rooms had only ever meant trouble in Grungot's world.

Appearing with a soft *pop* was Anna. She stood with her shoulder's hunched slightly forward and her arms folded across her diminished chest. Mardi could see her usually well maintained and painted nails were dirty and plain. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a tight bun and her face was clear of makeup. Mardi was initially taken aback by Anna's appearance. Anna looked quite a lot different. She was still very pretty but appeared older, less innocent and much less girly. She had on blue scrubs and functional black, rubber shoes. Under the loose clothing, Mardi swore she could see a tiny bump.
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Mardi wet her glossy lips and thoroughly examined the young woman standing before her. Anna's body language was entirely different. The way she stood, how she looked around, what she did with her idle hands- everything had been altered. She was still a tiny, frail young woman, but her attitude and demeanor changed how Mardi perceived her. Or, Mardi worried, was it perhaps her own altered self simply seeing Anna differently? Would she have even noticed Anna's dirty fingernails before? As Mardi checked down at her chest once again, she wondered which of the two was now the most feminine. Even the thought was difficult for Mardi to wrap her head around. She remembered the bubbly, big titted, teenage slut she had first made contact with.

"Hey, long time no see. How's my baby daddy doing?" Anna joked, breaking Mardi's concentration. Anna's high pitched voice was not sporting its normal breathiness and her smile was somewhat lifeless.

"I'm...I'm okay..." Mardi trailed off in her androgynous tone.

Mardi felt nervous from a combination of the hospital room, her most recent changes and the realization that Anna was more masculine than her. Mardi didn't really feel like talking anyway. She nervously tapped her heeled toe and bit her lower lip.

The awkward silence didn't last long as the door to the room burst open and a group of nurses rushed a wheeled hospital bed past the two idle women. The bed was occupied by a patient that Mardi recognized as Dr. Johnson. Her huge pregnant belly dominated the bed and Mardi quickly recognized she was in labor. Her dark hair was frazzled and she was sweating profusely. Mardi was pretty sure she didn't have any makeup on either. She looked like a mess and Mardi couldn't help but feel good seeing the normally smug doctor in such a vulnerable position. Dr. Johnson was taking quick breaths and appeared to be in extreme pain. She groaned as she was wheeled into place near the far end of the room.

A nurse pulled a curtain closed around Dr. Johnson's bed, but Anna and Mardi could still hear her frequent cries and moans of pain. Two familiar, smiling nurses exited from behind the curtain and approached Mardi and Anna's corner.
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Mardi averted her gaze. Last time she had met these two, they were giving her a forced gynecological exam! They would recognize her and think she was a deranged inmate named Mary!

Mardi tried quickly searching for an escape route but ran out of time as the women approached.

The brunette doctor spoke first, her tone was a strong alto, "Good afternoon, ladies. I'm glad you could join us. I'm Dr. Bowen and this is Dr. Dorsey."

A loud, pained grunt interrupted Dr. Bowen who glanced over her shoulder. When her gaze returned, she zeroed in on Mardi and her eyes narrowed slightly.

Dr. Bowen's strong voice asked skeptically, "Have...have we met before nurse- uhm, I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

Mardi gulped and continued to nervously tap her foot as she met Dr. Bowen's gaze and mustered up, "I-I'm...A-Anna. My name is Anna! I don't think we've had the pleasure..."

Mardi could see Anna's confusion out of the corner of her eye but she maintained eye contact with Dr. Bowen. She didn't want to give the suspicious doctor a name starting with Mar! It would be all that much easier to piece together their prior history. Mardi needed a name and Anna's was the first to pop into her head.

The blonde, Dr. Dorsey, looked down at a clipboard she was holding and spoke in a wispy, low soprano, "Perfect, I have you down Miss Anna. I guess that makes you...Nurse Mardi then?"

Anna smiled and stared at Mardi for a few seconds before turning back to the doctors and stating, "Yep, I guess so. Just call me Nurse Mardi."

Dr. Dorsey scribbled on the clipboard before saying matter-of-factly, "I understand we have the color-coded scrubs system here at the hospital. But, I'm sure you both understand the delivery protocols are very stringent and require I ask you your names. Of course, I already knew who was who just based on the color of your clothing! Also, there's no nurse on Earth that could work in high heels like that, no offense to you, ma'am."

Mardi noticed Anna and the doctors were dressed in the same blue colored scrubs while she was in pink. And what did she mean by 'color coded scrubs system''?

Dr. Bowen stared at Mardi suspiciously for a few seconds, her brain was trying to figure out why Mardi looked so familiar. Mardi stood nervously, trying to turn away and hide behind her long hair.

"Miss Anna," Dr. Dorsey began, "I noticed you weren't wearing the correct nursing top. I implore you get dressed immediately. Delivery is imminent and that baby will be hungry."

As if to put emphasis on Dr. Dorsey's words, Dr. Johnson screamed into the ceiling from her hospital bed.

Dr. Dorsey turned to a nearby cabinet and procured a pink top, "Here, put this on. Nurse, please assist Miss Anna. The father will be here any moment. Keep an eye out for him, please."

Mardi received the top and looked at it, confused.

Dr. Dorsey and Dr. Bowen were both watching Mardi expectantly and were starting to look annoyed.

After a few too many seconds had elapsed, Dr. Bowen hissed, "Are you just going to stare at it, or put it on? You're the one in the pink, wet nurse scrubs, missy! And, according to the clipboard, you've recently given vaginal birth to twins and produce enough breastmilk in your D-cup hooters for five babies! So, unless Nurse Mardi magically becomes pregnant, grows a few cup sizes and starts producing milk, I suggest you put that top on and pop your jugs out when the time is right like a good girl! Chop chop!"

Anna snatched the new top from Mardi's hands and nodded fearfully towards her, beckoning Mardi to do as the doctor said. Mardi felt self-conscious and afraid, but didn't see any other option. She certainly didn't want to anger Dr. Bowen any further. She carefully stripped her top off and handed it to Anna who tossed it onto the cabinet. Mardi immediately began fixing her hair which had become somewhat frayed with her shirts removal. She was left facing the doctors, standing in a supportive pink bra, with impressive cleavage. She could feel Dr. Bowen and Dr. Dorsey's eyes fixed on her, annoyed and waiting for her to get properly attired.

Anna stepped behind Mardi and unclasped her bra. It loosened and Mardi let it drop into Anna's waiting hands. Mardi finally felt the full weight of her D-cup tits. They had a heft and a jiggle that she hadn't really experienced when she was smaller. Both doctors were staring directly at her breasts, evaluating them. Neither of them flinched, were surprised or had any questions or concerns. To them, everything about Mardi's breasts looked exactly like they expected.

Mardi grabbed the nursing top from Anna and slipped it down, over her chest. It definitely felt different without a bra. She could feel her nipples rubbing against the soft material of the shirt. Thankfully, it wasn't uncomfortable. The top was likely made with the expectation that the wearer may opt not wear a bra. The top had several creases that would allow a woman to quickly and easily access her breasts for feeding a baby.
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The only problem was Mardi's breasts didn't produce any milk! When she couldn't do as the doctors asked, they would figure out Mardi and Anna had lied!

With a satisfied smile, the doctors began walking towards the curtain, expecting Anna to follow.

She did so, but stopped short and whispered, "Hey, you're the one that got us mixed up here, I just went along with it. If they find out we lied we are so fucked! Dr. Bowen has that crazy look in her eyes."

Mardi whispered back, "Well how was I supposed to know? You don't know the history I have with those two."

Anna responded with worried sigh, "What do we do? They expect you to have my...active mammary glands."

"Can't we just- agree to trade temporarily or something?" Mardi asked.

Anna responded quickly, "There are no temporary trades. You have to decide."

Another scream from Dr. Johnson occurred simultaneously with a soft male voice saying, "Okay now start pushing, Mona!"

"Yes or no!?" Anna yelled as the activity and noise in the room was picking up quickly.

Without proper time to think, Mardi yelled back, "Yes, yes, fine!"

As Mardi spoke, she felt a prick in each of her areola. She couldn't see what was happening, but felt her breasts becoming more...active. Anna rubbed at her chest while turning and heading behind the curtain.

The rest of the delivery went very smoothly and quickly. A few additional minutes of pained screaming were followed by a flurry of medical staff zipping to and fro all around the room like a hurricane. Mardi slowly and cautiously opened her top and popped out her right breast. She didn't much care who saw, she just needed to see if anything was different. The breast itself appeared to be the same size, but her areola had become larger and a bit darker. She noticed there was an uncomfortable feeling of pressure in her nipples. They were incredibly sensitive! The soft top that had once been very comfortable was considerably less so now. Her nipples were hard and stood straight out.

As Mardi stared at her nipples, the sound of a crying baby filled the room. The delivery had been successful! As soon as the crying began, Mardi's body started to react. The pressure she had been feeling amplified and was suddenly released. Before her eyes milk started to slowly dribble from her nipples. She had officially become a human that could produce milk! Her body had responded to the sound of a crying baby.

For several minutes, the medical staff tended to the crying infant while Mardi watched herself slowly dribble milk.

Breaking Mardi's concentration was the sound of a sliding curtain. Dr. Bowen walked towards Mardi holding the baby who was continuing to announce its displeasure. Following her was a shell shocked Anna.

Dr. Bowen broke into a wide grin when she spotted Mardi with her milky tits hanging out, "Did you start lactating when you heard the baby crying? Aww! Isn't nature amazing? Once a mommy always a mommy, huh Miss Anna? Or should I call you Mommy Anna?"

Mardi shifted uncomfortably and nervously took the child when Dr. Bowen handed it to her.

Dr. Bowen continued, "Everything went very well. Mom is sleeping. He's been very fussy, but I'm sure that wont be an issue for a professional wet nurse such as yourself! Those boobies were made for this! The father didn't make it to the delivery, unfortunately. Oh, I'm sure he'll be so disappointed. I wonder what kept him?"

Mardi held the baby like an alien life form. She had no experience with children! Dr. Bowen turned back towards the bed.

Anna still appeared shell shocked and muttered to herself, "I've never been on that side of the birthing table. I can't believe I've done that before..."

Mardi cleared her throat, "Can I get some help here?"

Anna shook her head clear and nodded. She grabbed the baby boy and showed Mardi how to hold him and carry him properly. She also showed Mardi how to support his head while he is latched to her. Mardi held her breath and followed Anna's instructions. In just a few minutes the crying had ceased and Mardi was feeding a fucking baby with her body. It blew her mind how different she was. Never in a million years did Martin ever think he would have his D-cup tit spraying milk into a baby. But Martin wasn't around anymore.

The feeding itself was not as painful as Mardi expected. There was a tightness and a distinct sucking feeling but no real pain. Mardi crossed her legs below the baby and stared down at him. Her long, dark hair framed her vision. It felt right to Mardi and she felt so ready to be a mother and-

Mardi quickly shook her head.

At Anna's order, Mardi swapped the baby to the other side and did the same thing. The nipple of the first breast was red and raw, but it was beautiful to Mardi. She felt a tear welling in her eye. She wanted to have her own child and take care of it and carry it in her belly and-

She shook her head again. She had to stop getting caught up in the moment! She couldn't have a baby! A few rounds ago she wasn't even female!

When he was finished, Anna took the child away. He was quiet and quickly fell asleep. Mardi broke into a contented smile. The pressure in her nipples had been lessened significantly and she was feeling amazing.

Dr. Johnson had awoken and Anna placed her son in her arms. She looked from her son directly to Anna whose breasts were still sticking out from her top. Dr. Johnson was framed by light behind her and draped in a white hospital gown. She looked like an angel and Mardi immediately felt a strange connection to her.

"Thank you." Dr. Johnson whispered with tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.

Mardi smiled at her and nodded as she replaced her top.

As the scene began to collapse, Mardi felt a gurgle in her stomach, a small pressure in her nipples and an itch between her legs. She sighed, seems like another annoyance was added to her list. As she prepared for darkness to take over, the door to the room suddenly slammed open with a loud *CRASH* completely destroying the mood in the room. Anthony stomped in.

He pointed at Anna and shouted, his angry voice booming and echoing, causing medical staff to freeze in terror, "You made me fucking miss it! I had to apologize to a very important friend of mine because yo' stupid ass forgot how to suck a dick! And what's this dumb shit about you being a tomboy now? We gon' have a long, painful talk about this shit!"

Anna sat in the fetal position in the corner, frozen with fear.

She managed to stammer, "It- it w-wasn't my fault..."

"It w-w-wasn't my fault." Anthony mocked angrily.

His breathing was coming in quick bursts and he was clenching his fists and teeth. Mardi stayed completely motionless, trying to blend into the room. The walls and objects around her began to collapse and fall away. As the darkness swallowed Mardi up, Anthony unleashed a primal growl and burst towards Anna who screamed in terror.

A scream which echoed uselessly into the void.

NAME:
Mardi Elle "Kitten" Dawes
AGE:
36
HEIGHT:
5"03
WEIGHT:
144 LBS
IQ
91
POWERUPS:
5
PHYSIOLOGY:
XX chromosomes. Body produces average amount of female hormones. Intermittent, moderate itching between legs. Unusually active mammary glands.
HAIR:
Straight/wavy dark brown hair with long bangs that constantly needs to be swept out of the eyes. Just beyond shoulder length.
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VOICE:
Androgynous
ADDICTIONS:
Semen- [Hunger Level]: Hungry
FACE:
Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips with natural gloss and shallow laugh lines. Low cheekbones and small, cute button nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide, smooth neck with no Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.
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GENITALS:
Fully developed, hairless vagina with noticeable pussy lips.
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UPPER BODY:
Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Large, fleshy breasts hanging from the chest, around a D cup. Nipples are long and thick while areola are huge and feminine. Unusually active mammary glands. Stomach is soft with respectable muscle underneath. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands and wrists are small, delicate and extremely feminine with deep red painted nails.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, thick feminine thighs with very little muscle that rub together while walking. Feet are dainty, smooth, extremely feminine. Women's size 5.5 reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with wide hips. Deep red painted toenails.
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OUTFIT:
Pink scrub pants with pink nursing top. Pink heels.
SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
Has dated members of both sexes but strongly prefers men. Loves sucking cock. Loves making partners scream in ecstasy. Likes big cocks and hard muscles. Enjoys cum inside her mouth. Addicted to semen. Prefers blonde partners. Loves cunnilingus and anal - on both her partners and herself. Enjoys long kisses, mostly with men. Very submissive. Really gets off on humiliation and debauchery - but only when very horny.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat dim-witted. A submissive that's slow with her decision making, preferring other to make decisions for her. Somewhat provocative and foolhardy. Generally afraid of big, scary people who can overpower her. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence. Very submissive in nearly every situation. Extremely girly in nearly every way.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Extremely knowledgeable with oral sex. Knows multiple ways to pleasure both men and women. Very knowledgeable with domestic skills (cooking, cleaning etc. ) Fluent in French. Able to breastfeed a child skillfully. Expert at walking in high heels. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

[Junketh71]

This was very interesting. Thank you for the new chapter.

[laristopa]

This was very interesting. Thank you for the new chapter.

Thanks

[laristopa]

Round Thirty Seven:

Mardi appeared in a sterile photo studio. Large, bright lights stood on metal poles surrounding a white box-like backdrop.
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Mardi swished her floor length, pink dress to and fro. It dipped tastefully, showing just enough cleavage while not giving everything away. Her pink heels were totally covered by the dress and her dark brunette hair fell across her shoulders. The dress was beautiful and made Mardi feel beautiful. She had on a comfortable bra and panty set underneath.
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Mardi felt a small twitch of happiness admiring her attire. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. It was relaxing to have a moment of silence. A moment without the stress of lasting another round.

The positive feeling didn't last, however, as Mardi was simultaneously bombarded with her various curses. A burning itch erupted between her legs, her stomach began to rumble and a painful pressure centered on her nipples.

Mardi wasn't sure which was worse, but she immediately addressed her vagina through the dress. While one hand scratched vigorously, the other clutched at the gnawing in her stomach. She knew what she needed and hated herself for it. She was like an addict that needed a fix, knowing that with each application she would become more addicted and more dependent.

Mardi continued to itch herself while pulling the top of her dress away to view her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard with small veins slowly pulsing. Luckily, her strapless white under-bra would catch any liquid that might leak. She replaced her top and grunted, she was close to her breaking point with these annoyances. She had to figure something out soon!

With a soft *pop* a young black man in a blue suit appeared just a few feet from Mardi. His dark, analytical eyes focused on her while she was busy between her legs. When she noticed his presence, Mardi felt her cheeks become flush with embarrassment. She removed her hand and adopted a demure, ladylike pose while staring shyly at the floor.

He was just a few inches taller than Mardi who was in tall heels. He had short hair and well groomed facial hair with a beard and mustache. From the cut of his suit, he had an athletic build but was not overly muscular. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties at most.
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The man spoke first, thrusting his hand out for a handshake, "Good to meet you. I take it you're Ms. Dawes then? Anthony said you would be coming by. I didn't mean to interrupt you, but you know how it goes around here. I'm Darius."
His voice was a warm baritone. He had a confidence and effortless fluidity to his speech that Mardi found herself mesmerized. She absentmindedly stuck her hand out and weakly accepted his handshake. She found her hungry eyes flicking to his trousers.

Mardi kept her gaze down and muttered in her androgynous pitch, "Call me Mardi."

Darius's face brightened into a toothy smile as he released her hand and spoke, "Mardi it is then! Now, Mardi, I'm guessing you don't exactly know what's going on so I'll be straight. Anthony is...pretty upset with you to say the least. He blames you for missing the birth of his child and for 'fucking up his ho'. By 'ho', he means his slave, Annabelle. Though, as I understand, she insists on being called Anna now." Darius' smile faltered and he raised his eyebrows before continuing, "As it happens, Annabelle was not just Anthony's property, but partially mine as well. At least, he loaned her to me for certain...services requested by my clientele. Unfortunately, she is no longer able to perform those services. Anthony suggested we start transitioning you into shouldering some of Annabelle's work."

Mardi's already gnawing stomach dropped as she stammered, "I-I don't want to be like her..."

Darius placed his hand on Mardi's shoulder causing her to flinch. His hand was freezing cold. Mardi shivered beneath his touch.

His enthralling dark eyes were cold and any positivity was gone in his voice, "You already are like her."

Mardi took a sharp breath as her breasts started to leak. She was NOT like Anna and she was not going to be this guys whore!

She recoiled from Darius's grip and sternly stated, "I'm not your whore. I'm not anybody's whore."

Darius chuckled, "We'll see how long you hold that opinion. I can see you already have body parts from multiple skanks. You think all that whore muscle memory fades from a swap? Face it, your body was built to be a slut Mecca. You were made to be used and abused. At least if you cooperate we can have fun and I can make some motherfucking money! Shame about your face though. I'm sure that'll be sorted out soon."

Mardi crossed her arms under her slowly leaking breasts. She was thankful that her thick bra was absorbing the small amount of liquid.

She ignored his insult and repeated, while turning her head to the side, "I'm not your whore."

Darius shrugged, "Well, all we have on the agenda today is to take some promotional photos in a few different outfits. Just do what you're told and I won't have any issues with you."

Darius walked to a nearby table and collected a professional looking camera.

Mardi hesitated but ultimately walked towards the white wall. She wouldn't be his whore, but taking some photos was no problem. She could always refuse to continue if Darius asked her to do anything over the line. Besides, she was feeling very pretty in this dress and it wouldn't hurt to flaunt it a bit.

Darius began with a few simple poses. Mardi was simply standing straight up and smiling. Sometimes he would ask her to put her hand on her hip or behind her back. Darius also had her jut out her breasts or butt a few times, but nothing made Mardi uncomfortable. In no time, Mardi was really getting into the photo shoot and feeling excited about the next snap of the camera.

Darius stopped clicking the camera and walked towards a wardrobe at the edge of the room. Mardi watched him with apprehension as he returned with a hanger and a new outfit.

He handed the clothing to Mardi as he stated, "Go ahead and put this second outfit on so we can keep going."

Mardi looked down at the clothes and shrugged. It looked like a long skirt and a simple white blouse. The color of the skirt was very close to her pretty dress. Mardi guessed Darius was going for some sort of color motif.

She looked up at Darius who stared at her expectantly.

Mardi asked demurely, "Is there a place to change...?"

Darius grabbed his camera and shook his head, "Unfortunately, our room is limited here. Tell you what: I'll turn around. Just tell me when you're dressed."

Darius turned around and Mardi quickly removed her dress leaving her in just a bra, panties and heels. She wanted to change quickly because she didn't fully trust Darius. She pulled the skirt up her legs and smoothed the blouse over her bra. The skirt went just past her knees and rode high on her body making her legs look longer. The blouse was pretty skin tight. Her bra was slightly damp, but nothing overtly concerning. So long as he blouse stayed dry it didn't matter to her. Mardi ignored her angry stomach and was glad to have more airflow between her legs. Overall, the outfit was much more cavalier than her dress, but she was very comfortable and still felt pretty. The dress disappeared as she dropped it to the floor.
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Mardi told Darius she was ready and the photoshoot continued. This time, Darius was a bit more aggressive, putting Mardi into increasingly risque poses. He skipped the straight up and down shots and immediately told Mardi to push her chest out. She reluctantly did so, noticing how much tighter the blouse was on her breasts. He had Mardi bend at the waist and expose her cleavage. She hesitated, but Darius managed to convince her. He was encouraging and polite. He was trying to make Mardi feel positive and she appreciated it. She was definitely still enjoying the experience, but was growing increasingly suspicious of Darius' motivations. The final shot was Mardi on her knees, in the skirt, pushing her cleavage forward with her hands behind her back wearing a 'look of desire' on her face.

Darius, again, put the camera down and retrieved a new outfit from the wardrobe. He presented it to Mardi and turned around. She examined it and noticed it was another pink skirt/white blouse combo. This time, the blouse had a bit of a ruffle in it and the straps were much thinner. Mardi thought that the blouse was a bit more flattering than the last one. But the skirt was much, much shorter. The pink skirt only covered down to mid thigh. Mardi reassured herself that she could quite whenever she wanted and quickly slid the short skirt up her legs. When the outfit was fully on, her long skirt and blouse disappeared.
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When she ushered Darius back around, he raised his camera and reassured her through a grin, "You look stunning! Very sexy!"

Mardi flipped her hair and muttered thanks while posing. He had Mardi start on her knees, right where they had left off. This time, the short skirt made Mardi feel vulnerable but...she also felt extremely sexy. She almost felt naughty. He ordered her to sit on her butt, facing the camera. She did so but kept her legs closed.

"Open you legs." Darius coldly commanded.

His tone chilled Mardi and she followed his order obediently. She pulled her legs apart and exposed her panties. Darius snapped photographs feverishly and Mardi felt her cheeks flush.

Darius shot Mardi an excited thumbs up as he mused, "Damn that's hot! Love me a slutty thong!"

"A t-thong?"

Mardi pulled her skirt up and looked down at her panties which had changed to a tiny white thong! Mardi closed her legs and hopped to her feet. She could feel the thong digging into her itchy crotch.

Darius put his hands up and wore an angry frown, "Yo, what gives? We're just getting started!"

Mardi smoothed out her skirt and fixed her hair up as she huffed, "I'm not going to do this anymore. Don't think I don't know what you're doing, mister! That's as far as I go!"

Darius tossed the camera behind him. It landed on the table with a loud *BANG* which echoed across the room.

"Listen you little bitch," Darius shouted, his voice boomed around the room, "If I tell you to spread those legs, you spread 'em! If I tell you to fuck three cocks at once you fuck three cocks at once! I was trying to be a good guy and slowly ease you into your new responsibilities, but if you refuse what I'm asking you to do again, I'll send you to a different set of trainers to get 'on the job' experience. I OWN you! Do you have any fucking questions, ho?"

Mardi's body trembled but she kept her arms folded, "I'm not showing my panties for the camera again."

Darius threw his head back and sighed into the ceiling.

Mardi continued to tremble but kept her ground. She was NOT his whore.

Darius' voice was much softer as he spoke quietly into the ceiling, "We'll do it the hard way then."

Mardi felt herself being sucked away.


*****


Mardi appeared wearing the same short pink skirt/white blouse combo. She had on her tall pink heels and a thong with a comfortable bra.

Standing next to her was a young blonde woman smoking a cigarette. The woman had small breasts and wore a tight, shiny black leather top and a simple black choker. A small portion of her midriff was bare and around her upper thighs was a skin tight leopard print skirt which barely covered her crotch. She wore extremely tall, clear heels which wrapped up her leg with black leather strips. Her face was heavily made-up. Mardi guessed she was around twenty five. She looked like a stereotypical street walker. Her eyes were cast somberly towards the ground. She barely reacted to Mardi's appearance.
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They were standing in front of some sort of overgrown apartment complex. Tall, ominous buildings stretched to the sky on three sides, and most of the fourth, encapsulating the area like a brick coffin. The buildings did not have doors and the windows were well out of reach. Inside the area was a dilapidated playground. Rusted, broken playground equipment was strewn about, engulfed by tall grass. The area was eerily silent. A thick, dark fog hung near the only small opening in the brick, totally obscuring what lay beyond. A shiver crawled up Mardi's spine as she slowly glanced around.

The woman lifted her skeptical eyes and traced Mardi up and down.

When she spoke, her voice was suprisingly sweet, "Aren't you a bit old to be one of Darius' girls? And...why the hell are you dressed like that? You'll never find a date looking like a plain Jane."

Mardi shook her head while muttering, "I-I'm not a prostitute. I don't belong here."

The woman took a long drag on her cigarette before sighing with a plume of smoke, "Yeah...I used to think the same thing. But you couldn't be here without belonging to him so...I don't know what to tell you, girl. You're one of his whores, just like me."

Mardi nervously stroked her long brunette hair while whispering, mostly to herself, "I'm nothing like you. He can't do this to me..."

The woman sniggered to herself and shook her head, seeming to enjoy Mardi's denial.

"Look," She began, "Right now you're standing in pussy park. At least, that's what we girls call it. When you're working here, all the clients that come through want front door, lady part sex only. And...once you're a few clients deep- and a few clients have been deep in you -your twat will be dripping baby batter 'cause they don't use protection. You'll be knocked up, no doubt. So...I guess get your pussy primed and ready, girl, 'cause when the clients come, they cum hard."

The color drained from Mardi's face and she felt panic stab her chest like a freezing dagger. She didn't want some unknown man's cock sliding inside her! She quickly looked down the abandoned square, was she just going to wait here for a predator to strike like a wounded animal?

Without saying anything, Mardi made a beeline down the street towards the swirling fog. She was going to try and leave. She HAD to try.

The woman's voice sounded lazily as Mardi passed, "It won't work."

Mardi ignored her and held her breath before charging through the fog; her heels echoing loudly on the street. It was thick enough that she couldn't see where she was going, but she pressed on anyway, using the wall as a guide. Anywhere was better than here.

The woman's soft voice trailed off as Mardi was engulfed, "...A world within a world..."

When she emerged, Mardi let out a huge breath, bursting from the heavy fog like a fish out of water. Mardi was back on the same street staring at the smoking prostitute. She definitely wasn't surprised, but it was disappointing nonetheless.

"Welcome back." The woman smugly chirped.

Mardi sighed, she truly was just a trapped animal.

The woman cleared her throat, "There's no escape until your clam is creamed by every client. Well, yours or mine I guess. Doesn't matter to these guys, a pussy is a pussy to them."

Mardi approached the woman, "You mean- you could do it alone? You wouldn't need me to...participate...What's your name?"

The woman flicked her cigarette away, "Don't really remember my proper name. Most people call me Fanny so I guess it'll do. I mean...I could fuck every client, but what's in it for me? At the end of the day I'll just end up with a sore pelvis."

Mardi scratched her head, "I uh, I don't know what I could offer you, really."

"How about this," Fanny began, "I could agree to entertain every client, but you have to agree to wear my choker."

"Your choker?" Mardi asked.

Fanny reached up and touched the thin black strip around her neck, "Yeah, Darius gave it to me as a punishment. It's a bit too tight for my neck and it's uncomfortable. Unfortunately, the only way I can take it off is if somebody else agrees to wear it while in Darius' service. I think your neck is a bit smaller than mine so it shouldn't be an issue for you. Take it or leave it, the first client is arriving."

As if on cue, a disheveled man in a dirty trench coat staggered from the fog. He looked drunk.

He shouted, his voice echoing against the dark buildings, "Where'r the dirty sluts? I needa hot, wet cunt righ' now! I *hic* haven't cum in weeks!"

The man was quickly stumbling towards them.

With almost no time to decide, Mardi nodded her head in agreement. Fanny raised her head up and released a mocking laugh as the choker around her neck vanished from view. As it did, Mardi felt a slight restriction on her breathing as a tight band formed around her own neck.
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Fanny looked at Mardi's new choker and giggled, "Oh shit!" She yelled, "Looks like the curse got even worse! Tough break! Just FYI, it says 'I heart cock'. It always made me feel dumber and more pliable around clients, I have no idea what it does now. Still, a deal is a deal..."

Fanny turned and walked sexily towards the drunk client who immediately pulled her in. Mardi pulled at the embarrassing collar but it didn't budge at all. It didn't seem to have any sort of clasp either. What did Fanny mean by 'curse'?

Fanny ripped the client's pants to the ground, exposing his small, shriveled cock. Mardi's eyes immediately went wide at the sight of his manhood and her pussy exploded with arousal. She began to pant like a bitch in heat and the client clumsily pushed Fanny onto her back and flipped her tiny skirt up. Mardi ripped her eyes away and tried to control her rapid breathing as her angry stomach flared up and her pressurized nipples leaked. Mardi's eyes shot again to the drunk man's penis and her cunt began to gush as another powerful wave of arousal swept over her. He plunged into Fanny's...fanny...at a fast, almost savage pace.

The choker! 'I heart cock' must make her extremely aroused at the sight of male parts! Mardi somehow managed to pull her eyes away from the client who was already beginning to finish inside Fanny with an animalistic howl.

When he was finished, the man *schlorped* himself from between Fanny's legs and stood. He pulled his pants up before clumsily staggering back into the fog with a satisfied grin. Mardi's skin felt hot and she was having trouble standing on her shaky legs. She approached Fanny who was busily trying to wipe herself. Her skirt was still flipped up, keeping her creampied pussy visible. It didn't seem to bother Fanny that Mardi was watching her scoop semen from her bare womanhood. Like it was just one whore watching another conduct her business.

Three more clients came and went. Two of them asked Mardi directly if her pussy was available. She shook her head and stayed quiet, being sure to shut her eyes to avoid unwanted arousal. Fanny took each client like a true professional and let out a sigh of relief when the last one disappeared.

She shook her crusty hand and tried cleaning her thighs which were wet and sticky. Fanny pulled her short, stained skirt back down and smoothed it out.

Her sweet voice beckoned, "That's all of them for now, I think. Sorry about the collar, hopefully it won't be too negative. Just try keeping your eyes closed, I guess!

The scene began to collapse. Fanny lit a cigarette and ignored the wet, sticky trail dripping between her legs. She stared wistfully into the fog.


*****


Mardi appeared in a dark alley. She noticed her clothing was different. Her short pink skirt/white blouse combo had transformed. She was in a white and pink lingerie top with a sheer quality leaving her white thong visible. Her bra was gone, but luckily the sheer of the top ended at the breasts and they were properly covered. Though an ample amount of cleavage was visible. She still had on her pink heels and black 'I heart cock' choker. This was definitely not an outfit that a normal woman would wear outside the bedroom.
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The alley was dirty and dilapidated. A single streetlight flickered periodically, casting menacing shadows along the tall, narrow, solid brick walls. One side of the alley was a dead end while the other was filled with a familiar looking fog. A rusty metal cage sat in the middle of the alley. Mardi felt extremely exposed and vulnerable in her lingerie. She was still just an animal caught in a trap.

The streetlight flicked off and Mardi sensed a figure slinking towards her through the darkness. When it flicked back on, she was face to face with another woman. The woman had dirty blond hair and a pink, latex micro-dress. It didn't cover any of her intimate parts at all. She had a very thin frame and a ghostly, blank expression. She had on tall, black heeled boots. She had medium size, exposed breasts and a fat ass. She pulled uselessly at the bottom of her dress.
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"You're not Annabelle." The woman stated plainly.

Mardi took a step back and replied, "No...I'm Mardi. Anna is a- sort of friend of mine, I guess?"

The woman cocked her head to the side, "You're not Annabelle, but you wear the mammaries of Annabelle. Query?"

Mardi felt her cheeks becoming flush. She felt more exposed than ever with her ample cleavage proudly pushing out from her chest. The woman had a very strange way of speaking.

"I-It's complicated."

The woman responded immediately, her voice almost clinical, "You lost against Annabelle and now take her place amongst Darius' other assets. It is not terribly complicated. I am Poppy. Welcome to our alley. It now belongs to you as well."

Mardi felt a flash of anger boiling up, "I am NOT - at all - like you or Anna! I will never be Darius' 'asset'! And I'm not really female or a woman either!"

Poppy scanned Mardi up and down, and her voice sounded robotic as she responded, "Male Vs. Female is a classification based on multiple biological indicators. A brief visual examination leads me to believe that you are biologically female. I base this on your overt mammalian glands and visual lack of both external genitalia and laryngeal protuberance. Man Vs. Woman is much more difficult to define, however, it can be simplified as societal expectations and norms of the male and female sex. This classification is not biologically defined and varies between cultures, countries and time periods. Based on the societal norms, through a modern western lens, I would define you as a woman. This is based on your traditionally feminine clothing, hairstyle and mannerisms."

Mardi attempted to stammer a reply, but was cut off by Poppy.

Poppy blinked a few times and smiled widely. Her voice became much more organic, "B'sides, Darius only pimps out chicks and if you're in 'Ass Alley' without a dick you belong to him!" Poppy lowered her voice and winked at Mardi, "Oh, and just as a side note: you've been fingering your vag since you got here."

Mardi ripped her hand away, not having noticed it was between her legs, under her lingerie top and beneath her thong.

Mardi sighed, "'Ass Alley' huh?"

Poppy fluffed her dirty blond hair out as she nodded, "Yep, all our customers will be pounding our stink while we're here. But, If they happen to slip into our other warm hole, it is what it is! You miiiight get a yeast infection or two if you work here enough...Anyway, I like to hold onto the fence like this!"

Poppy grabbed the chain fence with both hands and bent down, pushing her naked ass backwards while shaking her hips enticingly. She had a generally well maintained bush and a visibly blown out asshole.

Poppy looked over her shoulder and smiled slyly, "Just hold on and enjoy the ride, I know I certainly do! You look like you got enough cushion for the pushin' too!"

Mardi's hands drifted to her ass. She didn't want to do this! Her stomach growled.

"Hey Poppy," Mardi started, ignoring her stomach pain, "Do you think- uh- maybe I can just watch you this first shift? I want to see how it's done right."

Poppy stood back upright and chuckled, "Ooooohhh no, I'm not falling for that. Annabelle used to try and pull that shit all the time. Then, after awhile, she was trying to take all the clients herself. I think we should just go 50/50. You want to douche real quick?"

Mardi twisted her long hair nervously, "Uhm, no...no thanks..."

Poppy shrugged, "Suit yourself, don't come crying to me when you get a shit covered dick stuffed into your cooch."

Mardi cringed and took a deep breath, "Look, I'm willing to trade something for you to take all the clients."

Poppy blinked a few times, all joy draining from her face, "Visual stimuli indicate you have already accepted such a trade from Fanny. I am willing to participate in a similar capacity. Specifically, I wear a cursed naval piercing that I will agree to transfer for all anal responsibility this shift. Query?"

Poppy blankly stared at Mardi, limply holding a douche in her hand.

Mardi cleared her throat before cautiously asking, "What curse is on the piercing?"

Poppy replied immediately after Mardi stopped speaking, her voice was robotic, "That information will not be made available."

Again, as if on cue, Mardi heard footsteps coming from the fog. This time, there were two men. Her eyes met the dark, predatory eyes of the tall man on the right. Something about seeing him made her even less enthusiastic about having anal sex. She didn't want this guys dick inside her!

"Alright, alright! I accept!" Mardi shouted.

Poppy nodded curtly before rapidly blinking once again. A dopey smile crossed her face.

She turned her attention to the men. She grabbed the fence, letting the douche fall to the ground. She bent at the waist and cooed over her shoulder, beckoning them to use her.

Mardi quickly turned away from the men, being sure not to see what was in their trousers. She felt a quick, painful sting in her belly button and saw a diamond studded piercing nestle beneath the sheer lingerie top. While the sounds of belts being unfastened and pants being unzipped broke the silence of the alley, Mardi felt another stirring in her stomach. This time, it wasn't a churning, undulating gnaw but a powerful sucking and pulling. Before her eyes, the generally muscular, flat curves of her stomach began to pull in on itself. Her hips and ass stayed flared and wide but her stomach was getting smaller and smaller every second. When it concluded, Mardi's curves were much more feminine with a noticeable hourglass shape.

Mardi traced her hands along her new cruves in awe. She heard Poppy moaning softly but it sounded a million miles away.
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"Damn, look at that fat fucking donk." The tall man shouted in Mardi's direction, breaking her from a trance.

She didn't dare look at him in case he had his cock out.

Noticing her failure to acknowledge him, he continued a bit louder, "You gonna look at me, whore? Your 'coworker' here is doing damn fine work and you're just leaving my prick cold and lonely!"

Mardi shouted back, still staring in the opposite direction, "She's not my coworker because I'm not a whore."

The man laughed, "Look bitch, you're in skimpy lingerie and heels with a studded collar saying 'I heart cock' and a fat, almost naked ass in Anal Alley. You know, the place that you either have to be a male customer with a prick or a female prostitute with a vajay? You got curves and tits like that, you're a fucking whore, okay?"

The metal fence clinked as Poppy was pounded against it with a loud, feminine grunt.

Mardi spat, "Shut up, asshole and enjoy Poppy's...asshole."

Mardi heard a low growl and the familiar sound of a male orgasming.

"You keep disrespecting me, slut, and I'll come over there and force my fucking cock down that shitter of yours THEN make you lick me clean."

He was clearly getting angry and Mardi shut her mouth, not wanting to upset him further. She knew neither she nor Poppy could stop this guy from actually doing what he was threatening if he wanted to. This was not the hill to die on.

When Mardi didn't respond, the man yelled smugly, "That's what I thought, slut. Wouldn't want to disrespect this wonderful young lady here that's eager to please. Come here honey."

The grunting and groaning began anew until the tall man finished deep in Poppy's ass. Mardi stayed perfectly still, waiting for it to be over.

As the men walked towards the fog, the tall man shouted over his shoulder, "Next time I'm specifically requesting you, slut. Better get that cock koozie of yours ready, 'cause I'm going to Pussy Park to paint your womb white. I won't be nice about it either."

The last thing Mardi heard of him was the echo of mocking laughter in the fog.

With the men gone, Mardi approached Poppy who was collecting her fallen douche from the ground. She was clearly having pain in her butt as she walked with a slight bow-legged gait.

She bent over and opened her cheeks wide, directly at Mardi, "Can you help me out, sister?"

Her gaping hole was leaking a torrent of semen. Just beneath was her puffy vagina which also leaked a bit of fluid. Mardi still felt strange having a woman open herself in a non sexual way towards her. Again, just one whore helping out another.

"N-no...Sorry..." Mardi trailed off.

Poppy giggled, "All in good time, sister."

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*****


Mardi appeared on a sunny street. At least it wasn't dark, dreary and claustrophobic like the last few locations. In fact, Mardi felt her spirits were lifting a little bit as she smiled into the sun. A slight breeze reminded her that her clothes had become even sluttier. A see-through, sheer lingerie top graced her form. Her skimpy white thong was the only clothing underneath and now her breasts were totally visible. Delicate pink bows provided fringe to the top. Also visible was her new piercing and hourglass curves. Her heels had become clear and her long, dark hair was in a high ponytail on her head. Her tight, studded collar still wrapped around her smooth neck.
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The area around Mardi was free of fog and appeared to be a low end trailer/rv park. There were several rusted, busted up old trailers and pop-up homes dotting the street. There was not a well maintained lawn or area free of junk anywhere in sight.

Mardi tried covering her breasts with her arms only to find they started to leak at the slightest touch. The fluid left wet spots in the sheer material. Throwing her hands up in defeat, Mardi elected to let them hang freely and openly on her chest. She checked her ponytail to ensure its integrity and heard the slam of a door behind her.

Mardi turned and waited as she was quickly approached by a young blond woman. She had on a tiny white tube top and a 'skirt' that was little more than a white colored belt. Her heels clear like Mardi's but noticeably shorter. Her face had very little makeup and she was pretty in a 'slutty trailer park girl' kind of way. Mardi guessed she was in her late teens or early twenties at the most. Even though her heels were shorter, the young woman was a bit taller than Mardi.
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She examined Mardi with a surprised, open eyed stare.

When she spoke, her pitch was high and she had a southern twang, "And here I thought I was trying too hard! You got no shame, old lady! I bet you been hooking for decades, huh?"

Mardi was taken aback and left speechless by this disrespectful piece of white trash.

As she struggled to find a retort, the young woman scoffed and looked away, "Bet you have the loosest, grimiest holes this side of the Mississippi. But if I learned anythin' from my limited workin' experience it's that old whores like you can suck like a vacuum on turbo; so when the boys come to play you better stay the fuck back. This is my turf!"

Mardi stomach growled in response. She didn't want to prove this little cunt right about her blowjob skills but...Her stomach was starving.

When it was clear Mardi wouldn't be responding, the young woman adjusted her skirt while stating, "I'm Stacy by the way. I see you already met Fanny and Poppy based on yer' accessories."

Mardi huffed as she replied, "I'm Mardi. We don't have to be confrontational like this, just so you know. I have no problem with you."

"Mardi huh? Won't be for long. Daddy gives all his girls custom, five letter names ending in -y. And I don't want confrontation either, just know that this street belongs to me and if you try stealing my boys there's gonna be some trouble."

Mardi noticed a dilapidated road sign that read 'Suck Street'

"Of course it is..." Mardi whispered to herself.

"Oh!" Stacy screamed with glee, "Here come my boys now!"

The sound of multiple slamming doors sounded all around. Mardi immediately felt a dozen set of male eyes lock directly onto her flaunted femininity.

Stacy put her hands on her hips and whispered to Mardi, "Why don't you just go hide somewhere, grandma? I'll take care of this."

Mardi bared her teeth and growled, causing Stacy to shrink a bit. She would show this little bitch how a real pro sucks cock. Mardi's stomach spurned her forward.

Mardi strutted towards the first man, rolling her hips womanishly.

"H-hello ma'am-" The young man managed to squeak out.

Mardi dropped to her knees as he was talking and yanked his six inch, stiff cock from his pants. Her pussy immediately moistened at the sight of his manhood. She drove forward and took him down to the hilt, stuffing her throat completely. She wasted no time sucking his cock like an experienced prostitute.

The boy groaned and yelled to the other nearby men, "H-holy shit! The new girl is amazing! She knows her way around a c-c-cock in her m-mouth!"

His compliments sent the bulk of the men gravitating towards Mardi. They formed a circle around her and removed their cocks one at a time. Each time Mardi's cunt flushed with slick feminine fluid. She was bouncing up and down, grinding her soaking thong between her folds and across her leg. The scent of arousal wafted through the air. Her delicate, painted fingers curled around two cocks while her mouth was busy pleasuring the original man. It wasn't long before the young man grabbed Mardi by the back of the head and deposited a sticky blast of semen down her throat. He tore the ponytail from her head and her long, silky brunette locks fell down her shoulders in a wild heap.

The man she was busy jacking off surged forward and shoved his dick between her thick, salty lips. Her hand was quickly filled by another. This man was quite a bit more aggressive and held onto Mardi's hair tightly, choosing to fuck her face instead of allowing her to take charge. Titty had no issue with that, but quickly found the heat between her legs spiraling out of control. Her hand pulled away from a small cock and she shoved it between her legs.

"Fuck this, I don't care if it's an upcharge! This ho is worth it!" An unknown man yelled.

Titty was so busy focusing on the penis in her mouth that she let out a surprised, muffled "Eep!" around the rod as she was manhandled into a doggy position. Her wet thong was pulled to the side. Her arousal was tested by a thick, probing finger swishing between her labia. While the latest dick in her throat began to unload its wad deep inside, her drooling pussy was suddenly split by an eight inch, throbbing erection. When the softening cock was removed from her mouth, Titty moaned like a bitch in heat as a man savagely crushed her cunt from behind. Her moan was cut short as yet another man's hot pole slipped between her teeth.

"Yeah dude, fuck this. I know what this horny, cocksucking slut needs. Move over here, bro." Another, deep voice sounded.

Titty couldn't see what was going on beneath her flopping, milky tits but one of the men shimmied underneath her. Her heart was racing and her skin was burning as he penetrated her cunt from below. She lowered her hips top help him along, trying to take his entire length. As she did so, she heard a second man spit, directly before shoving his finger into her asshole! He spit again, and probed his cock at her backdoor. Titty giggled and spit a cummy bubble as the latest man removed himself from her mouth and began spraying his load across her face and onto her hair. The two men at her lower holes appeared to have coordinated properly and they began sliding in and out. She was being double penetrated! It was a feeling unlike any she had ever experienced. She was so extremely full- Their bodies were so hot and the sweat and sticky musk poured from every orifice.

There were still many men to please and they huddled tightly around Titty like a football team gang banging the slutty, star cheerleader. The men found and used whatever they could to fuck Titty's body. She had one man hammering her asshole like a jackhammer, holding onto her wide hips as an anchor. A second man was pistoning into her cervix. A third was down her throat, trying to find her gag reflex. A fourth and fifth were curled inside her girly fingers for two simultaneous handjobs. A sixth was trying his best to slide between her D-cup tits, using Titty's milk and sweat as lubricant. Finally a seventh and eighth were using her long, crusty (once silky) brunette hair and jacking themselves off.

At this point, Titty was basically just a slab of fuck meat, unable to focus on any one man. But the pleasure; the heat! She experienced explosive orgasm after explosive orgasm screaming and crying out around the latest meat stick to slip between her lips. One by one, the men came and loaded Titty's convulsing body with more seed. One finished his entire load in her hair and on her back, another into her hanging breasts (though most of it fell onto the man laying on the floor), two more went down her throat or directly onto her face, one blasted deep in her ass and another spurted into her womb. The two men she was jacking off with her hands both transitioned to other places when they were available. One took sloppy seconds of her pussy and proceeded to make it sloppier while the other was the last to finish and did so onto Titty's back.

Overall, Titty had pleasured ten men. Ten loads were either on or in her. Titty collapsed in a sticky heap. Her whole body was sore, but she was still wracked with waves of pleasure ripping through her body.

"That bitch was fucking made for cock! She was worth every penny!" A slowly fading voice shouted.

Titty stayed on the ground for awhile, still tyring to catch her breath. She got her faculties back one at a time. First she could smell the stench of cum, then she could feel it. She opened her crusty eyes and sat up. Her lingerie shirt was ripped completely to shreds while her stretched out, loose thong served only to stem the tide of the river of semen leaking from her holes. Titty attempted to fix her hair but gave up. It was too wild and filled with copious amount of drying cum. Her milky tits appeared to have stopped leaking for the time being. Her vagina and asshole seemed to be pulsating with either pleasure or pain, she wasn't really sure. Her jaw was sore but her stomach was extremely full and happy. She struggled to her feet and cautiously stood upright. Her legs were shaky, but she was able to stand. All that remained on her was the loose thong, her clear heels, her naval piercing and and the 'I heart cock' choker.

Titty raised her exhausted gaze to Stacy who was sitting on the porch, bawling her eyes out. Titty slowly sloshed her way over to Stacy, dripping and nearly stumbling multiple times on her unsteady legs.

"Fuck you Titty." Stacy sputtered through bleary eyes, "I figured you were an experienced cock holster, but what the fuck was that? I've never seen whoring as professional and nasty as that! How could I ever compete with that!?"

Titty smiled a cummy little smile as the scene collapsed, leaving her as a sticky, satisfied mess floating in the void.

NAME:
Mardi Elle "Kitten" "Titty" Dawes
AGE:
36
HEIGHT:
5"03
WEIGHT:
130 LBS
IQ
88
POWERUPS:
5
PHYSIOLOGY:
XX chromosomes. Body produces average amount of female hormones. Intermittent, moderate itching between legs. Unusually active mammery glands.
HAIR:
Straight/wavy dark brown hair with long bangs that constantly needs to be swept out of the eyes. Just beyond shoulder length. Covered with cum and scrambled in a wild heap.
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VOICE:
Androgynous
ADDICTIONS:
Semen- [Hunger Level]: Completely Satisfied.
FACE:
Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips with natural gloss and shallow laugh lines. Low cheekbones and small, cute button nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide, smooth neck with no Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman. Drenched in semen.
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GENITALS:
Fully developed, hairless vagina with noticible pussy lips. Dripping copious amounts of semen.
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UPPER BODY:
Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Large, fleshy breasts hanging from chest, around a D cup. Nipples are long and thick while areola are huge and feminine. Unusually active mammery glands. Stomach is somewhat taut, cinched and with little muscle underneath. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands and wrists are small, delicate and extremely feminine with deep red painted nails. Rivulets of cum drape nearly her entire body.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, thick feminine thighs with very little muscle that rub together while walking. Feet are dainty, smooth, extremely feminine. Women's size 5.5 reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with wide hips. Deep red painted toenails.
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OUTFIT:
Tall, clear high heels. Loose, soaking wet white thong. Black choker saying "I heart cock". Diamond naval piercing.
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SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
Has dated members of both sexes but strongly prefers men. Loves sucking cock. Loves making partners scream in ecstasy. Likes big cocks and hard muscles. Enjoys cum inside her mouth. Addicted to semen. Prefers blonde partners. Loves cunnilingus and anal - on both her partners and herself. Enjoys long kisses, mostly with men. Very submissive. Really gets off on humilation and debauchery - but only when very horny.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat dim-witted. A submissive that's slow withF her decision making, preferring other to make decisions for her. Somewhat provocative and foolhardy. Generally afraid of big, scary people who can overpower her. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence. Very submissive in nearly every situation. Extremely girly in nearly every way.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Extremely knowledgeable with oral sex. Knows multiple ways to pleasure both men and women. Very knowlegeable with domestic skills (cooking, cleaning etc ) Fluent in french. Able to breastfeed a child skillfully. Expert at walking in high heels. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

[laristopa]

Round Thirty Eight:

Mardi appeared in an old-school soda shop. There was a long, white counter with a row of circular stools beneath it. A small ice cream container with a load of softly crackling ice and tubs of basic flavors were behind the counter alongside a few simple soda spigots. A fancy, retro cash register was in the corner. The store front consisted of large, paneled, glass windows littered with cute, hand-painted soda and ice cream themed art.

A chalk board on the back wall had a list of all the various combinations and options with their prices. The basic two-scoop cup was listed at 10 cents. The board was labelled in large, cursive writing, "Bob and Betty's Family Soda Shoppe."
Mardi rubbed her eyes. Then she rubbed them again. Everything was in black and white!
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Appearing next to her with a soft *pop* was Samuel. He rubbed his own eyes. Apparently, he was seeing black and white too. Samuel was wearing a white shirt and black slacks with shiny black shoes. He had on a striped apron and a bow tie. He wore a nametag that read, 'Bob'. On his head was a white soda-jerk hat. The black and white color palette helped Samuel's skin look less ghostly and transparent than it usually did. His shifty, nervous eyes darted around the room before resting on Mardi.

Mardi took a second to examine herself. She wore the highly feminine equivalent of Samuel's outfit. She had a striped, poofy skirt which connected to a button up top. The top button wasn't just unbuttoned, but missing altogether. It allowed a thick, white collar to dip down towards her cleavage which just barely squeaked out. Mardi's sleeves were short and tight around her fairly lean arms. Dark tights rubbed against her smooth, feminine legs while short, white socks and heels encased her feet. Around Mardi's flat neck was a neck tie and she could feel a thick layer of lipstick coating her lips. Her long, dark, brunette hair was in a neat ponytail and a little striped hat was on her head. She had on a nametag that read, 'Betty'.
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Mardi couldn't see the color of their outfits, but she knew they probably matched perfectly.

Three nearly identical wooden plaque's sat side by side on the wall. They shined proudly in the sunlight piercing through the windows. The exact same letters reflected on each plaque, "Proudly Presented to Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Kleiner on Behalf of the Atlanta City Council for Dedication to Family and Community."

The only difference between each plaque was the year on the bottom: 1946, 1947, and 1948.

A paper sign in the front window proclaimed in bold letters, "WHITES ONLY".

Mardi and Samuel exchanged an uncomfortable glance.

Samuel's voice cracked as he asked, "M-Maddi? Look what he's done to you! How long has it been since I saw you last?"

Mardi's left hand adjusted her ponytail while her right rested onto her hip which she jutted out.

She answered in her androgynous voice, "It- It's been awhile...Everything's kind of gone to shit."

Mardi's gaze went to the floor as a wave of sadness welled up in her chest. As if to really stick it to her, the familiar itching began beneath her striped skirt. She smoothed out the decorative apron atop the skirt, trying to hold herself together. She was quickly becoming a caricature of femininity in the worst way possible. Mardi tried remembering how she looked and felt the last time she was with Samuel and realized she was almost unrecognizable. She didn't want to be the wife of a racist southern shop owner in the 1940's! She itched between her legs, feeling the folds of her vagina through her panties. It was all wrong! Everything was wrong!

Samuel watched her with concern and quietly approached. A stream of hot tears trickled down Mardi's made up face. Mardi sniffled and wiped away the first few drops while trying to turn away from Samuel. She was embarrassed at her display of vulnerability. She felt so alone, she felt so afraid. Samuel put his hand reassuringly around Mardi's back and over her shoulder. He turned her towards him and gently pulled her into a hug. Mardi weakly resisted for a few seconds before giving in and burying her face into his shirt. Mardi began sobbing deeply.

"I know Maddie, I know." Samuel whispered softly while patting the back of Mardi's head.

They stood like that in the center of the shop for a few minutes. Samuel clutched the trembling Mardi while she let the frustration, fear and grief flow out of her.

She sniffled and looked up through bleary vision at the kind, understanding eyes of Samuel. At least he had never betrayed her. Even at his own peril he had defended her. But, could she really trust him? At least he had a comfortable shoulder.

Mardi weakly smiled at Samuel, "Thank you Samuel. I- I needed that."

He released her and returned her smile with his own. He carefully wiped off his sleeve and adjusted his bowtie while Mardi collected herself.

Appearing with a soft *pop* was a vintage mannequin. Both Mardi and Samuel were taken aback- the thing was kind of creepy. It had medium blonde hair and a long skirt with heels and a pearl necklace. It had a stuttering, awkward gait as it moved towards the duo. Its expression was blank.
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The mannequin stopped in front of the counter and its mouth began to move. It spoke in a high pitch, robotic voice. Its face otherwise remained completely stationary, "Contestants will work together to provide service to patrons. Cultural and societal expectations of the current setting must be taken into account and strictly enforced. Failure shall result in significant changes courtesy of Doctor Grungot."

'Significant changes'? Mardi didn't like the sound of that! She had to focus.

Samuel stepped behind the counter and began to wipe it down before suggesting, "Let's do our best to work together. I know we can get it done if we put our minds to it. How about I worry about getting the customers their orders while you greet them as they come in?"

Mardi felt happy to be led for once and nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Remember Betty," Samuel began, "We're supposed to be a married, middle aged white couple from Georgia in the late 1940's. Try to put on your best southern belle impression and we'll get by no problem."

Mardi cleared her throat and heightened her voice while putting on the best southern accent she could muster, "Of course Bob, we're jus' a hard workin' good ol' boy and girl from the heart a' Georgia."

Samuel smirked and returned his attention to wiping. Mardi took one final once-over to check her hair and dress. Satisfied, she turned the sign on the window from CLOSED to OPEN. She cringed again at the other sign sitting in the window but didn't dare move it. She may not have been happy about the blatant racism, but she didn't have the luxury of an opinion.

"Begin" The mannequin stated before disappearing with a *pop*.

The front door opened with a clinking bell noise. A middle aged man in a gray suit walked in.
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His eyes found Mardi and she gave him the warmest smile she could muster while sweetly chiming, "Welcome to Bob and Betty's Family Soda Shoppe, Sugar. You can call me Betty. Head up to the front ther'n talk to my husband, Bob, if yer lookin' for somethn' sweet."

The man grinned as he removed his hat while reaching his hand out. Mardi followed the lead and placed her small hand into the man's grip. He bent down and kissed it.

His voice was somewhat gruff with a strong southern accent, "Pleasure ta' meet cha' Miss Betty. My names Charles but ye' can call me Charlie."

Charlie's dark gaze became downright wolfish as he held Mardi's hand for a few seconds too long.

Mardi's smile faltered as the moment progressed from awkward to disturbing.

Mardi pulled her hand away and Charlie licked his lips. His teeth were crooked and dark.

"Where's yer' smile gone, Darlin'? Yer' so pretty when yer' smilin'."

Mardi nervously giggled and wrapped her arms around her torso, unsure how to respond. She looked down at the man's scuffed shoes.

He moved a half step closer and Mardi immediately felt trapped, dominated and extremely uncomfortable.

Charlie's voice stank of chewing tobacco, "You know, I always like talkin' to pretty-"

"Can I help you with somethin', Sir?" Samuel boomed after clearing his throat.

Mardi was surprised at the power in his voice, it was so unlike the Samuel she knew! Samuel stood behind the counter with his arms folded over his apron and a dour expression. He approached and put his arm around Mardi's narrow shoulders. Charlie's attention turned to Samuel and he frowned.

Samuel shook his head and held onto the trembling Mardi tightly, "You'll have te' forgive my missus. She's having her- you know...'monthly girl issues'. I'll spare ye' the details. She's usually much more invitin' but ye' know how women tend ta' get!"

Charlie nodded and gave a knowing smile as his eyes found Mardi's reddening face, "There's nothin' te forgive! I could never call myself a proper gentleman if I expressed anger at a lady for showing some natural womanly angst during her monthly atonement for Eve's sins. Is it true, Miss Betty? Is that why yer' sportin' that ugly frown?"

After a brief pause, Samuel lightly squeezed Mardi's shoulder and Charlie watched her expectantly. She had no choice but to play along.

Mardi sighed and batted her eyelashes while nodding, "Y-yes, Mister Charlie, I'm jus' havin' a real difficult...'girl time' right now. I- I didn' mean ta' take it out on ya."

As she finished speaking, a momentary sting pierced Mardi's lower belly. She ignored the pain and it subsided almost immediately.

Charlie turned towards the counter and examined the chalk board as he chirped, "All water under the bridge now, Darlin'. Now, with that unpleasantness out'a the way, how 'bout a soda?"

Samuel led Charlie to the counter where he ordered his drink and sat down at a table. Mardi shivered. She could still feel Charlie's eyes crawling up and down her dress. She had to shake it off. Surely every person wouldn't be as awful as Charlie. Mardi felt grateful, Samuel had really come to her rescue.

She took a breath and focused, another customer was approaching.

In walked a young mother and her daughter. The daughter couldn't have been more than two or three years old.
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Mardi bent down and put on her friendliest smile as she spoke to the young girl, "Howdy, young miss! Welcome to Bob and Betty's. You can call me Miss Betty. What's your name?"

The little girl quickly turned and buried her head into her moms dress while clutching her leg. The woman giggled and turned her begrudging daughter around to face Mardi.

The woman spoke softly to the girl, "Now tell this nice lady yer' name or you won't be gettin' any ice cream!"

The girl began to shift back and forth, seeming to contemplate whether to talk or not. Finally, she decided to squeak out, "M-m-my name is Barbara."

Mardi's face lit up and she felt giddy as she listened to the child: probably because she was much more comfortable with Barbara and her mother than Charlie.

Mardi addressed Barbara, "Well that is a very pretty name, Barbara. Why don't you an' yer momma go see my husband at the counter and you can pick any flavor a' ice cream ye' want!"

Barbara excitedly rushed forward while her mother mouthed 'Thank you' and followed. After much deliberation, Barbara chose chocolate. Samuel even gave Barbara the frozen treat for free.

Once mother and daughter were seated, Mardi saw another patron preparing to enter.

She took in a sharp breath as the bell chimed and the man removed his hat.
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Seeing the black man standing in front of the 'WHITES ONLY' sign made Mardi uneasy. She didn't want to be associated with it and felt ashamed as his eyes stared her up and down. What did he think of her? Did his calculated stare see a white woman equivalent to a 40's soccer mom; content in her narrow worldview and her privileged yet simultaneously second class position in society? At the same time: what was he thinking about how Mardi perceived him? Did he expect Mardi would clutch her pearls and see him as a danger, as a criminal? Did he expect Mardi to demand that he leave; to ask him how he had the audacity to enter a white only establishment? Afterall, the sign said Bob and Betty's and she was wearing Betty's nametag prominently next to her tits.

How did Doctor Grungot expect her to treat this man? Would she go against her own morality just to get to the next round unscathed?

Mardi looked over her shoulder and found Samuel watching from behind the counter. Based on the concern in his expression, he was similarly conflicted.

Charlie shouted from his seat, "Did ye see the sign, boy? Your kind aren't welcome in this establishment. I suggest you turn tail and stop assaultin' these nice, Christian ladies with your offensive skin. Ain't that right Miss Betty?"

Mardi recoiled backwards, terribly unsure what she should do. Maybe she should just play along and be exactly what they expected she was. It would be easy to fill the role, to let her morals slide just this once. These weren't real people, they didn't have real feelings. The words 'significant changes' also rang through Mardi's brain.

Mardi was wringing her hands nervously, her eyes darting from person to person.

"I'd like to buy an ice cream cone if you please, ma'am." The black gentleman said softly.

He stood just in the doorway, waiting for her response. His face was saddened at Mardi's reaction. She realized how it must have looked, backing away and nervously wringing her hands.

"Look at her! You're scaring the poor woman! And why wouldn't she be afraid? None of us want you here!" Charlie yelled as he stood from the table.

Barbara's mother silently pulled Barbara close to her and held her tightly while staring icy daggers at the new patron. Barbara was confused, and more concerned with finishing the last bit of melted chocolate in her cup.

The black man ignored Charlie and continued watching Mardi.

She looked back to Samuel who simply shrugged his shoulders. He was deferring to her judgement; giving her the power to play it out however she saw fit.

After another moment of hesitation, Mardi closed her eyes and muttered, "Get out of here before I call the police..."

Betty didn't open her eyes to see the man's reaction.

Charlie began stomping towards the entrance while triumphantly shouting, "The police won't be necessary Miss Betty, Bob and I will teach this boy a lesson if he ain't fixing to follow your wishes. You heard the lady, get the hell out that door!"

Dejected, the man proudly donned his hat and gave Mardi a hard, disappointed final stare before turning and leaving.

Charlie stood inside the glass door and ensured the man was gone. He turned to Betty and put his hand on her slumping shoulder.

He whispered through dark teeth, "Now, now, Miss Betty, he's gone. You can stop yer' tremblin'. Bob and I ain't gon' let some animal prey on you and the other fragile ladies in this fine family establishment."

Betty felt dirty under his touch. She forced a grateful smile onto her face and Charlie seemed satisfied.

"Next ones on the house, Charlie." Samuel offered from across the counter.

Charlie flashed Samuel a thumps up and turned back to his table. Betty saw Barbara's mother clasp Charlie's hand and thank him for his ''''''bravery'''''' as he passed. Charlie was beaming with pride.

Betty stood by for the next few minutes while everybody finished up their various treats.

Barbara and her mother began to exit. The mother approached Betty and clutched her arm, "Are you okay, Betty?" She sighed, "I just wish those people could followed the rules. At least it was a good lesson for my daughter and i'll be sure to recommend your shop to all the ladies at my next bridge game. I'm glad to finally have a place that upholds my same morals and values!"

Betty croaked a thank you as the pair left.

Shortly after, Charlie stood and thanked Samuel from across the counter. He approached Betty with a confident swagger and a Cheshire grin. He quickly checked over his shoulder and saw that Samuel had his back turned. Charlie shot his hand down and rested it onto Betty's inner thigh. She froze in place.

He slowly slid his hand upwards and under her skirt. Betty turned her head to the side and resigned herself to letting Charlie have his fun.

"Yer' welcome for savin' you, doll face." He whispered.

His finger found Betty's underwear and she winced as he pushed it aside.

"I'll be sure te' come see you again."

His rough finger swept between her folds and gently swiped up and down her crevice. Betty felt her body reacting positively to his finger, despite hating every second of it.

"Hmmm...Guess you fancy a heroes touch."

Charlie removed his hand and grinned wolfishly. He backed up and brought his finger to his nose and sniffed. Betty could see a mix of sticky feminine fluid and menstual blood on Charlie's finger.

With everything exactly as he expected, Charlie winked and walked out the door.

Betty replaced her underwear and smoothed out her skirt. She took a few deep breaths. She felt violated, but that was par for the course at this point. She walked back to the counter and sighed.
Samuel sat back and crossed his arms.

The scene began to collapse; neither said a word.

NAME:
Mardi Elle Dawes
NICKNAMES:
Kitten, Titty, Betty
AGE:
36
HEIGHT:
5"03
WEIGHT:
130 LBS
IQ
88
POWERUPS:
5
PHYSIOLOGY:
XX chromosomes. Body produces average amount of female hormones. Intermittent, moderate itching between legs. Unusually active mammery glands.
HAIR:
Straight/wavy dark brown hair with long bangs that constantly needs to be swept out of the eyes. Just beyond shoulder length.
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VOICE:
Androgynous
ADDICTIONS:
Semen- [Hunger Level]: Completely Satisfied.
FACE:
Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips with natural gloss and shallow laugh lines. Low cheekbones and small, cute button nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide, smooth neck with no Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.
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GENITALS:
Fully developed, hairless vagina with noticible pussy lips.
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UPPER BODY:
Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Large, fleshy breasts hanging from chest, around a D cup. Nipples are long and thick while areola are huge and feminine. Unusually active mammery glands. Stomach is somewhat taut, cinched and with little muscle underneath. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands and wrists are small, delicate and extremely feminine with deep red painted nails.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, thick feminine thighs with very little muscle that rub together while walking. Feet are dainty, smooth, extremely feminine. Women's size 5.5 reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with wide hips. Deep red painted toenails.
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OUTFIT:
Diamond naval piercing. Striped, poofy skirt connected to a button up top. Dark tights, white socks and heels. A neck tie and a thick layer of lipstick. A little striped hat and a nametag that read, 'Betty'.
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SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
Has dated members of both sexes but strongly prefers men. Loves sucking cock. Loves making partners scream in ecstasy. Likes big cocks and hard muscles. Enjoys cum inside her mouth. Addicted to semen. Prefers blonde partners. Loves cunnilingus and anal - on both her partners and herself. Enjoys long kisses, mostly with men. Very submissive. Really gets off on humilation and debauchery - but only when very horny.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat dim-witted. A submissive that's slow withF her decision making, preferring other to make decisions for her. Somewhat provocative and foolhardy. Generally afraid of big, scary people who can overpower her. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence. Very submissive in nearly every situation. Extremely girly in nearly every way.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Extremely knowledgeable with oral sex. Knows multiple ways to pleasure both men and women. Very knowlegeable with domestic skills (cooking, cleaning etc ) Fluent in french. Able to breastfeed a child skillfully. Expert at walking in high heels. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

[laristopa]

Round Thirty Nine:

Mardi appeared on a wide concrete square in the middle of a large, grassy field. The brilliant blue sky was clear and the sun was vibrant and shining. The square was immediately surrounded by healthy green foliage and trees, obscuring most of the area in shadow.

Mardi squinted into the sky as her eyes adjusted. She breathed a sigh of relief. If all else failed- at least she could see in color again! She felt a small rumble in her stomach and groaned. How could she be getting hungry again already!?

Mardi looked down and noticed she was wearing nothing but heels and a pair of panties. She stared into her long, milky cleavage.
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She shook her shoulders and marveled at the way her feminine fat jiggled. No matter how many times she saw her tits move- no matter how often she felt their weight on her back, something about them was mesmerizing.

Mardi parted her breasts and saw her heels were tall and clear with delicate white tassels. They gave a good view of her tiny, painted toes. She could see her navel stud was still present and proudly visible. Her dark hair was loose and fell down her back. Her panties were white and incredibly thin. They barely amounted to anything more than a nearly transparent triangle that left a noticeable cleft between her thick thighs. Mardi tried to smooth out her cameltoe, but found that it returned no matter how she manipulated the fabric.
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Mardi decided to leave them on. Some modicum of modesty was preferable- even if they left almost no part of her puffy pussy lips to the imagination.

Appearing with a *Pop* was Liam.
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Liam's lithe body was covered with a simple white t-shirt. He swept his shaggy black hair behind his ears and peered around. His eyes found Mardi and he weakly smiled.

Mardi could see Liam's micro penis was still tightly locked in a metal cage. A metal cage to which, she guessed, he did not possess the key. She quickly averted her gaze but stopped when she didn't feel the expected rush of arousal from seeing a penis. Either the fixation didn't follow her out of Darius' realm, or Liam's tiny cock didn't register.
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Liam chuckled and pointed to Mardi's breasts, "I see Anna's gotten to you. She's changed a lot since you got here."

Mardi nodded solemnly as she motioned to her body, "She's not the only one that's changed a lot..."

Liam sighed, "I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but what can you do? Your only option is to just keep trying your best. Who knows, maybe the Doctor will go easy on you because you're-"

Cutting Liam off was another *pop*.

Anthony's wide grin and hulking frame now graced the concrete square. He absolutely dwarfed both Liam and Mardi, easily weighing more than both of them combined. He wore a pair of gray briefs that clung tightly to his muscular legs. A noticeable manly bulge strained against the garment.
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His deep, yet smooth voice rumbled as he announced, "'Sup, bitches!"

Mardi stared to the ground but found her eyes continually flicking up to sneak peeks between Anthony's legs. She didn't want to, but her body was betraying her! Liam looked up to the sky and tried ignoring Anthony. His hands cupped around his caged cock.

Anthony caught Mardi's gaze and he scoffed, "Don't you worry, 'ho. I ain't pissed at you no more. You know, for makin' me miss the birth of my child an' fillin' Anna's head with bullshit. I've got it all smoothed out now an' you'll be fuckin' and suckin' in her place. She still gon' work for me in a different way and I got two beautiful children."

Anthony suddenly pulled his underwear aside. His long cock sprang out.
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Mardi quickly tore her eyes away but knew the initial damage had been done. A surge of arousal sprang from her pussy like a punch. She could feel her heart beginning to pound and her feminine folds becoming wet. She felt a stirring in her nipples but, thankfully, nothing leaked out.

She could see Anthony was rubbing himself from the corner of her eye, but she didn't dare look.

Anthony declared, "Now ima work to give all her ho' qualities to you. You gon' be a real nasty girl when I'm done with you!"

Mardi shivered, with both Anna and Anthony trying to make her take all of Anna's slutty parts...She had to be extra careful not to become the ultimate whore!

Anthony turned his attention to Liam, "And you, girly boi, I ain't never seen a more pathetic excuse for a cock in my life! I'm glad Jennifer has the lock to that disgrace. I bet even the horny, dripping cunt over there couldn't even pretend to be satisfied by it! Ima make sure you never get strong enough to challenge me again. Your place is bent over the fuckin' bed begging for daddy dick!"

Liam stared Anthony down and growled angrily but Anthony was clearly not intimidated in the slightest.

Liam yelled, "I'm going to make you eat those words, asshole."

Anthony laughed and continued rubbing himself. Mardi couldn't help but look several times at his hypnotic shaft. Each look facilitated another injection of heat and lust into her loins. The triangle of white fabric, which started mostly transparent, was now sopping wet. Mardi scratched between her folds as the heat and moisture awoke the familiar itch. As usual, everybody around her simply thought she was masturbating.

Liam asked, exasperated, "Mardi w-what are you doing?"

Anthony approached her and stated, "She's a horny bitch in the presene of a real man. Her little cunt gets goin' when alpha dick is around. Not that you'd understand that, white boi."

Liam's cheeks became flush and his narrow shoulders sagged.

Mardi turned from Anthony and closed her eyes, desperately trying to avoid further exposure. As Mardi stood still, she felt a quick pull on her panties. Anthony had torn them completely off! She heard a wet *slap* as he dropped them to the concrete. The scent of feminine arousal wafted from her and she could hear Anthony inhaling her scent deeply. It was a deep, primal sound that made Mardi shiver. It was as if she were a bitch in heat waiting to be bred by the alpha male.

*pop*

S.A.M. appeared wearing a red solo cup on his little robot head.
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Anthony let out a low, satisfied humming sound before turning his attention to S.A.M. Mardi's body was trembling. She kept her eyes closed.

S.A.M's computerized voice began, "Each contestant will be filled with 500 ML of urine. Contestants will then urinate into cups from a distance. The closest cup is worth 1 point for each ML of fluid. Further cups award more points. The contestant with the highest point total will win and chooses one swap for each opponent. The contestant with the lowest point total will receive an additional change."

A peeing accuracy challenge? How did that pervert doctor even think of something so vile? How exactly was she supposed to aim her new equipment? She'd only used it to actually pee a handful of times. Even Liam had a huge advantage with his little cock! It wasn't fair!

A line of red solo cups appeared. Mardi took in a sharp breath as pressure built up in her bladder. Mardi kept her eyes shut tight, but she could hear a soft gasp from both Anthony and Liam, indicating they were feeling the pressure too.
"Contestants will stand with their feet just behind the first cup. Ms. Dawes will be first."

Mardi slowly opened her eyes, making sure that Anthony was out of her field of vision. The red solo cups were spaced a few inches apart. She clicked her way across the concrete with an awkward 'I need to pee' type walk. She took a second to slow her breathing.

"Begin."

Mardi opened her legs and tried aiming herself with her fingers while standing. She relaxed her muscles and a thin golden stream began gushing out. Gushing out, as in, she couldn't control the stream in the slightest. It was so much more difficult to aim with a vagina! Mardi moved her hips forward and changed the position of her fingers and had a little more success, but she just couldn't get it right. It was more like a shotgun blast than a precise stream. She had to try something else! Mardi stopped mid pee and decided to try squatting down like she had seen women do in the past. If anything, she was closer to the ground which meant she was closer to the cups. Something about squatting like a girl made Mardi feel simultaneously wrong and right- like she was accepting another facet of womanhood. But this wasn't the time to think about that, she had to win.

Mardi thrust her hips forward and anchored her hands behind her.
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Anthony sniggered, "Feels so much more natural doesn't it, bitch?"

Mardi ignored him. When she began again, she had much more accuracy. Being close to cups gave her unfocused stream less time to spread out. She couldn't get anything into the farthest few cups, but she was able to start filling the first and even got some into the second. When she was finished, Mardi stood and noticed her vagina was soaking wet. Female urinating was messy! The cups drained and were dry once again.

Mardi turned and kept her head down. She found her destroyed, damp panties and patted herself dry. She could practically feel Anthony's smug grin burning into her. She closed her eyes again.

Mardi slumped her shoulders. There was no way she would win with that performance. She had to do something. Then she remembered:

"Powerup."

Two of the seven cups disappeared in a puff of smoke. It still wasn't enough.

Anthony ran to the cups, noticing what Mardi was up to.

"Powerup."

Liam let out a scream and began relieving himself onto the ground, far away from the starting place. His stream was broken and sputtering due to the cage. He kept trying to stop himself and finally managed it after a few vital seconds. Meanwhile, Anthony had started. Mardi could hear a strong stream filling a cup.

How many powerups was she willing to spend? She had almost certainly already beaten Liam. She would at least avoid the extra change. But...each second gave Anthony more points. She decided she wanted to win!

"P-powerup!"

The sound of a cup falling and liquid spilling out.

"Damnit, bitch, stop fuckin' with it!" Anthony boomed in frustration.

She decided to stop there. It sounded like a lot of liquid had been poured out, she would risk not using another.

Anthony was finished shortly after. He was grumbling as he past Mardi by. Mardi smirked, he wasn't so smug anymore, was he?

Liam approached and moved the cage as best he could but it was very tightly wrapped around his cock. He struggled to aim properly and didn't last nearly as long as Anthony. Thankfully, the powerup had really done a number on his reserves. He finished with a look of disappointment across his face.

S.A.M. spoke, "The point totals are as follows: Liam Gentry - 335 points. Anthony Johnson - 368 points. Mardi Dawes - 297 points. The winner is Mr. Johnson."

"Oh come on!" Mardi groaned.

The competition wasn't even fair from the get go? She could never compete with the boys! Maybe if she had squatted from the beginning...She'd wasted three fucking powerups just to get last place!

"As expected!" Anthony yelled triumphantly.

Dr. Grungot's nasily voice sounded from the sky, "Congratulations Anthony. How would you like to change our contestants today?"

"Well Doc, I'd like to change little miss scattershot over there twice if I can."

"Unfortunately, Anthony, the rules clearly stipulate both contestant should receive a change." Grungot answered.

Anthony rubbed his hands together while sniggering, "Well if that's the case...I'd like to transfer Anna's slutty tramp stamp to Mardi. As far as the little white boi...I'd like to transfer his weak chin for Mardi's chiseled one."

Mardi sputtered while keeping her eyes closed, "B-but that's two changes for me!"

"Tough luck." Doctor Grungot started, "He's technically following the stated rules so I'll allow it. As far as the additional change from me...Hm...I've decided that not only will Anna be transferring her tattoo, but also all her knowledge and experience regarding anal sex. I've also taken the liberty of making your asshole naturally lubricated and more sensitive. You'll find yourself craving it! Though you're not the type of girl that gives anal on first date, right?"

Mardi began to protest but stopped as her jaw went completely numb. She rubbed her jaw and felt it beginning to wither beneath her fingers. She couldn't see it, but knew her facial structure had just become less angular, smaller and overall more rounded. Mardi imagined it fit with her slightly enlarged lips rather well.
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A searing, burning sensation erupted from her lower back. Mardi's eyes shot open and she looked over her shoulder to witness dark ink filling the small of her back. It formed into a wiry heart shape with a star on each side. Marti could feel power emanating from the design, seeping into her brain and changing it.

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Anthony circled her like a predator, watching the tattoo fill in with an excited grin.

Anthony shouted, "Looks, there's even little stars so you know where to put yo' thumbs when you ridin' that fat, white ass! You startin' to look like a real trashy little tramp now."

As he joked, Mardi felt a cool wetness in her asshole. She pulled her butt cheeks apart and tried craning her neck to see. She could feel the coolness amplified by a slight breeze.

"Damn!" Anthony hollared, "That wet little shitter is begging for a cock! Come on over here, baby, and I'll fuck that nasty hole the way it needs to be fucked!"

Mardi let her cheeks go with a sigh, choosing to ignore the smacking sound it made.

Liam was rubbing his own jaw which had squared off.

He smiled, "T-thanks a lot, Anthony! I appreciate it man!"

Anthony shook his head, "I ain't do it for you, white boi. Ima make sure to work on you next. Got bigger priorities at the moment so you lucky."

Mardi closed her eyes again. She just wanted this round to be over. To be left floating in the abyss once again. As the scene began to collapse, Anthony approached Mardi from behind and gave her naked butt a loud *SLAP*. She prepared to jump away from him but her body refused to move as her fat jiggled. His hand kneaded her ass and Mardi felt herself begin bending at the waist, enjoying his touch immensely. Before she knew it, she was completely bent over and Anthony was positioning his massive cock between her legs, preparing to split her in two. As his cock head slipped into her asshole, Mardi was left in the void grunting with horny frustration. She would gain control of herself quickly after; but for a few moments she desperately wanted to have Anthony pounding her back door in the nastiest and most depraved way possible. For a few moments she wanted to be everything he was trying to make her be.
Mardi contemplated the newest development and gingerly fingered her lubed asshole.

NAME:
Mardi Elle Dawes
NICKNAMES:
Kitten, Titty, Betty
AGE:
36
HEIGHT:
5"03
WEIGHT:
130 LBS
IQ
88
POWERUPS:
2
PHYSIOLOGY:
XX chromosomes. Body produces average amount of female hormones. Intermittent, moderate itching between legs. Unusually active mammery glands.
HAIR:
Straight/wavy dark brown hair with long bangs that constantly needs to be swept out of the eyes. Just beyond shoulder length.
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VOICE:
Androgynous
ADDICTIONS:
Semen- [Hunger Level]: Getting Hungry.
FACE:
Smooth, hairless face. Normal, if not slightly puffy lips with natural gloss and shallow laugh lines. Low cheekbones and small, cute button nose. Large, soft green eyes. Heavy brow and thin, rounded jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide, smooth neck with no Adams apple. Ability to grow facial hair is that of a normal woman.
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GENITALS:
Fully developed, hairless vagina with noticeable pussy lips.
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UPPER BODY:
Average to below average biceps and forearms. Smooth and hairless chest and slightly below average shoulders. Large, fleshy breasts hanging from chest, around a D cup. Nipples are long and thick while areola are huge and feminine. Unusually active mammery glands. Stomach is somewhat taut, cinched and with little muscle underneath. Upper body is smooth and hairless. Hands and wrists are small, delicate and extremely feminine with deep red painted nails.
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LOWER BODY:
Hairless, thick feminine thighs with very little muscle that rub together while walking. Feet are dainty, smooth, extremely feminine. Women's size 5.5 reformed and requiring high heels at all times. Slightly chubby, protruding ass with wide hips. Deep red painted toenails. Asshole is always naturally lubed.
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OUTFIT:
Tall, clear high heels.
PIERCINGS / TATTOOS:
Diamond naval piercing which causes wearer to grow extremely aroused when looking at a penis. Wiry, heart shaped tramp stamp with stars on each side that makes the wearer enjoy anal sex much makes their asshole constantly lubricated.
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SEXUAL PREFERENCE:
Has dated members of both sexes but strongly prefers men. Loves sucking cock. Loves making partners scream in ecstasy. Likes big cocks and hard muscles. Enjoys cum inside her mouth. Addicted to semen. Prefers blonde partners. Loves cunnilingus and anal - on both her partners and herself. Enjoys long kisses, mostly with men. Very submissive. Really gets off on humiliation and debauchery - but only when very horny.
PERSONALITY:
Somewhat dim-witted. A submissive that's slow with her decision making, preferring other to make decisions for her. Somewhat provocative and foolhardy. Generally afraid of big, scary people who can overpower her. A somewhat talkative introvert lacking a bit in confidence. Very submissive in nearly every situation. Extremely girly in nearly every way.
KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:
Extremely knowledgeable with both oral and anal sex. Knows multiple ways to pleasure both men and women. Very knowledgeable with domestic skills (cooking, cleaning etc ) Fluent in French. Able to breastfeed a child skillfully. Expert at walking in high heels. Has difficulty learning new things and working out complex problems.

[laristopa]

Okay. So...this bonus round got a little out of hand in terms of length. I decided to break it up into multiple parts. I'll post one part every day for...a while...

Enjoy!
-Laristopa

Bonus Round Four:

Mardi appeared on stage. Her stomach immediately dropped. She'd forgotten it was already time for another bonus round! She shifted uncomfortably as she felt a cool wetness between her ass cheeks. It wasn't dripping, but it was something she would have to get used to. Mardi stared out at the empty theatre.
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She looked down at her clothes. It was a tight, black, latex "coat" that opened up revealing a pair of black latex panties. It was held shut by a series of ties on her torso and gave her cleavage a healthy boost. The coat had elbow length sleeves that hugged her slight muscles and her studded navel barely poked out. On her feet were a tall pair of heeled, latex boots. Her dark brown hair fell down her shoulders. Mardi had to admit she felt pretty hot in the outfit. She let one hand hang while the other traced along her hair. While she didn't mean to do it, Mardi was unconsciously striking a pose.
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Appearing next to her was Danielle. Danielle's dark, intense eyes honed immediately onto Mardi. Danielle wore a small, black leather dress. It left a lot of skin visible, but her body was fairly thin and lacked the voluptuous feminine curves that Mardi displayed. She was comparatively young in relation to Mardi; appearing closer to a teenager than an adult woman. She had on short, black heels and her brunette hair draped loosely around her shoulders.
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Danielle curled her fingers and examined her nails while scoffing in her low, alto tone, "Looks like you've done nothing but lose since I saw you last, loser."

Mardi crossed her arms under her cleavage and asked, "What is your deal? I'm just trying to survive as intact as I can."

Danielle put her hands on her hips and let out an annoyed *tch* as she lazily eyed Mardi up and down. "You're failing faster than the last one did. Pathetic. I'll just assist in finishing you off. Maybe the Doctor will find a real opponent to face me next time."

Mardi clenched her fists but stayed quiet. Danielle wasn't worth her time. She had to focus on winning. As she began to calm herself, however, Mardi's various afflictions struck. Her stomach began gnawing in on itself and she doubled over while clutching at her pierced navel. It felt like she hadn't eaten in days! She groaned and gently rubbed her hands along her taut skin. She needed to find the proper...nutrition....and quickly!

As the pain in her stomach began to subside, a pressure started growing within Mardi's wide, dark, nipples. Her hands shot up to cover and caress them. She winced in pain, noticing how incredibly sensitive her breasts were to the slightest of touches.

Mardi's hand quickly snaked between her legs to scratch her leather panties and quell a fiery itch exploding from her pussy.

She was simultaneously enduring intense hunger pains; swollen, pressurized tits; and a burning, irritated vagina.

Danielle grinned and laughed derisively, "Jesus, you're one horny bitch! Rubbing your fat knockers and puffy snatch while I'm watching! I bet you don't even make it to round fifty at this rate."

Mardi tried ignoring Danielle, but felt her cheeks became flush with embarrassment nonetheless. When the itching had subsided, her stomach pains had lessened and the intense pressure in her nipples simply became a constant light pressure, Mardi tried to refocus herself. She didn't want things to get any worse and she felt a strong desire to wipe the smile from Danielle's face.

A soft *pop* from the seats caught Kitten's attention. She cast her eyes out into the dark theatre to see who had appeared. She saw a lone figure sitting near the aisle. Kitten squinted and managed to make out their identity. Her eyes opened wide with fear. Mistress Jennifer's smug grin beamed up at her. Kitten felt her heart rate spiking and she took a shaky step back as Jennifer stood and began strolling towards the stage. She had on her usual chainmail bikini and she moved with a confident swagger. Her chainmail clinked softly as she glided up the steps. Kitten froze. She had not met Jennifer in a while and hoped desperately that she was no longer required to follow all of Jennifer's commands. Jennifer towered over Kitten. Jennifer put her hands on her hips and stared down. Kitten recoiled, but stayed in place. Her gaze was squarely at Jennifer's feet.
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"Hello, Kitten." Jennifer said as she sneered.

After a few awkward seconds, Kitten managed to stammer out, "H-Hi...Mistress..."

Danielle bowed her head towards Jennifer as she offered formally, "Good evening, Mistress. I am delighted to see you."

Jennifer turned to Danielle and responded sweetly, "And a good evening to you as well, Danielle. You should both be excited. We're going to find out a lot about the quality of your respective characters today!"

Kitten attempted to mumble, "M-Mistress I-"

But Jennifer cut her off with a commanding voice, "You won't need to open your mouth again in my presence, slave."

Kitten's mouth snapped shut. She briefly struggled to open her lips and sighed when they wouldn't budge. Apparently, the agreement she made was still in full effect.

Danielle watched Mardi struggle with amusement in her eyes. She looked to Jennifer with wonder and reverence.

Even Jennifer seemed to enjoy Kitten's struggle for a few moments before clearing her throat and explaining, "I've set up a...gauntlet of sorts. Both of you will compete with one another and prove who is the most dominant. Enter the gauntlet and seek out the guide, he will help you with the rest. I'll be waiting at the end to judge and determine the winner."

Jennifer turned her intimidating gaze back to Kitten who tried to let out an *eep* only to have it get caught in her throat.

Jennifer sniggered before commanding, "Close your eyes."

Kitten shut her eyes and felt herself being whisked away.

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*****

Mardi's feet hit solid ground. She opened her eyes and saw she was standing directly in front of a huge mansion.
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Danielle was standing next to her.

Danielle glanced around before focusing on Mardi and coldly stating, "You should have more respect for Mistress Jennifer. She's the nicest, strongest woman you'll ever meet."

Mardi shook her head and began walking towards the entrance of the mansion, ignoring Danielle's statement.

Mardi opened her mouth and spoke over her shoulder, thankful to be able to do so once again, "Let's just get this over with."

Danielle let out a *hmf* but followed closely behind.

Mardi walked cautiously, unsure what to expect. The mansion was brilliant but strangely foreboding. She reached the well-illuminated entrance and clicked the handle. The large, wooden door silently swung open. Mardi and Danielle stepped inside and the door closed behind them with a soft click.

Immediately inside was a red carpeted staircase going down to a lower level. The interior of the mansion had an old-school, creepy feeling. It was dark, and the small amount of light cast ominous shadows dancing across the walls.
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Mardi stood at the top of the stairs with Danielle pressing uncomfortably close to her. Both women were afraid and hesitated to make the first move. After a few anxious seconds, Danielle took a small step forward and began descending the staircase. Mardi followed suit, trying to keep her movements as quiet as possible. It felt as if she were afraid to awaken or disturb something inside the house. It felt like she was intruding somehow. The air cooled as they reached the bottom. They stood in a square room with two wooden doors on the far end, cloaked mostly in darkness. There was another door on the side wall but it didn't appear to have a handle or any obvious hinges.

Both girls shivered. Mardi felt a strange connection to Danielle in their shared unease. As she looked around the room, Mardi's heart nearly leapt from her chest and she physically jumped backwards as a ghostly figure appeared through the side door with no hinges. It was as if he walked right through! Danielle sharply exhaled and leapt away from the unknown specter. It took Mardi a few seconds, due to the darkness, but she was relieved to recognize the ghostly man as Samuel. He was looking as pale and lifeless as ever. He was in an oversized tuxedo. His dark stare was listless.
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Danielle did not look relieved as she stammered, "Who the f-fuck are you?"

Samuel slowly turned his gaze from Mardi to Danielle. With more time to examine him, Mardi recognized something was off. Samuel was even droopier and sadder than normal.

When he spoke, it was in a forlorned drone, "I am Samuel. I have been tasked with administering the trials. Each contestant will pass through their respective door. I will then explain each trial which will be performed immediately. Afterwards, you will enter a common area before the next trial begins. At the end of three trials, Mistress Jennifer will determine who is the dom and who is the sub based solely on your general behavior and your clothing. The dominant contestant will be the winner."

Danielle was trying to calm herself, still visibly unsettled by the ghostly butler.

She clenched her fists and nodded her head, "Seems simple enough, I'm ready!"

Mardi whispered with concern, "Samuel are you...okay?"

Samuel blankly stared at her before speaking in his slow, droning voice once again, "But before the first round, I have a decision for Ms. Dawes. You may either don a latex fetish hood or accept the contents of a mystery box. Whichever you do not choose will go to Ms. Strauss."

Mardi realized this was not the Samuel she knew. It was pointless trying to reach him. This entity was an empty shell.

Should she take the mystery box or the hood? A latex hood might make any challenge impossible. It could cover her mouth, her eyes, her ears- or it could cover none of them. Could she risk accepting something like that?

"I'll take the mystery box." Mardi stated.

Appearing in her hand was a shot glass filled with a dark liquid. Mardi sniffed the contents. It was whisky.

Samuel spoke, "You will drink one shot."

Mardi shrugged her shoulders and tipped the glass into her mouth. It burned the back of her throat and she could feel a rush of warmth surge through her body. The glass promptly disappeared.

Mardi peered over and watched a black, latex hood begin encasing Danielle's face. Danielle had a fleeting twinkle of fear in her eye as her head was engulfed. She let out a relieved sigh when her mouth, eyes and ears were all completely uncovered. Her dark hair was pulled into a single ponytail which spilled from the top of the hood.
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Mardi giggled as Danielle felt along the mask, trying to find a clasp to remove it. As expected, there was no way for her to do so. Danielle ignored Mardi and instead pulled at her ponytail, ensuring it was in the most comfortable position possible.

Mardi was off to a good start! She definitely got the better result.

Mardi approached the left door and opened it with a lough *creak* just as Danielle opened the right door. Mardi gulped. She was not out of the woods yet. What kind of challenges would she face?

She stepped forward bravely, fully engulfing herself in darkness. The door slammed shut and Mardi was left listening to her soft breathing.

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Room One

Samuel's slow, morbid voice cut softly through the black room, "One of your male slaves has begun to reject his training. He stands up to you defiantly. The first dom to get control of their slave is the winner."

An extremely dim light illuminated the area immediately surrounding Mardi. With her eyes adjusted fully to darkness, the light was just enough to make out a disgruntled, nearly naked man standing a few feet away. He wore a pair of very tight, black, leather pants and a black posture collar. He had a hateful frown and a piercing gaze. Thanks to her heels, Mardi and the man were roughly the same size.
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Mardi felt fluttering in her chest as fear latched onto her like a vice. She was completely disoriented in the room whose sisze and shape she couldn't tell; with an angry, nearly naked man whose intentions and capabilities Mardi was unsure of.

The man's body shook and his face contorted with anger as he blustered out, "I'm done putting up with your shit! You've pushed me too far this time...I'll make you pay, bitch!"

He clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth as he started aggressively stomping towards Mardi.

Mardi took a step back and yelled with as much confidence as she could muster, "Stop, slave!"

The man halted and seemed to hesitate.

She tried swallowing her anxiety but couldn't stop it from influencing her next command and infecting it with insecurity, "G-Get on your knees slave. I-I'm going to punish you..."

The man narrowed his eyes as he analyzed Mardi's behavior. She noticed her body had subtly begun to lean away from the man and she nervously pulled at her long hair. Her stance was weak and her confidence was faltering.

She trembled and clenched her fists while sputtering, "I s-said g-get on your knees...S-slave!"

His hesitation evaporated and he surged forward with renewed conviction. Mardi tried stepping backwards but she lost her balance as her torso had leaned too far. She slammed onto her back with a hard *THUD*.

The man descended onto her in an instant and Mardi had no time to try and escape. His body lay directly on top of her, crushing her with his vastly superior weight. He held her down with almost no effort. Mardi attempted to struggle but he was clearly far too strong.

"G-get off me!" Mardi screamed.

The man lowered his face close to hers and growled. He reached up and tugged at his collar which popped off. The man took a sharp breath as he looked at the collar in his hands. It was as if he couldn't believe what he was holding. He drew a deep breath up into the dark ceiling. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, dropping onto Mardi's chest. He softly sobbed. Mardi froze in place. Maybe he'd gotten the anger out of his system...maybe she could get away from this lunatic.

He whimpered to himself as he cradled the collar in his hands, "I'm free..."

The man sniffled and shifted his attention down to Mardi who looked up fearfully. He turned the open portion of the collar towards her.

"W-wait-" Mardi stammered.

He slowly lowered it towards Mardi's exposed neck. She tried shaking herself away, but he held her in place with his strong legs.

He whispered as he stuffed the posture collar around Mardi's smooth neck and snapped it shut, "Now you know how it feels."

After a *click* secured the collar in place, the man threw his head back and began to laugh, "A perfect fit for a naughty slave!"

The man disappeared moments later. Mardi pulled her quaking body upright. She struggled to her feet. The new collar around her neck was tall, tight and very uncomfortable. It severely restricted her ability to freely move her head. She searched for a clasp and found that it didn't have one. There was a single large metal ring in front of the collar. It would certainly make any competition going forward more difficult.
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She replayed the encounter in her mind. She'd really tried her best to be commanding. Was she incapable of being assertive?

An exit revealed itself in the distance and Mardi walked towards it, unconsciously swaying her hips sensually. She was focused entirely on her breathing which had become a much more laborious task due to the new collar.

She stepped through the door determined to face whatever came next.