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Angela and Celia watched in silence as the bimbofied form of Martin was wheeled away after his transformation on the throne. Each of them wondered what fate awaited him after he left the island – both their thoughts eventually drifting towards more selfish fears of way lay in their own futures. Once Martin was out of sight, two pairs of strong latex gloved hands grabbed each of the women and they were dragged forward towards the area where their former colleague had been transformed. To their horror, they saw there was now a second throne positioned facing the first. Was this it? They each feared as they were strapped in place. Was Femnonymous finishing it right here? Were they cutting their losses after the failed escape had surely ruined their farce of show and bimbofying them both, right here right now? And yet, once they were secure, the Amazons dressed in vinyl stepped back, leaving Angela and Celia to stare each other down. Angela narrowed her eyes – she hated this woman. She was an ambitious company girl...just like Mandy had been. Given the chance, it would have been Celia blowing Bryce Murphy for a promotion.
“You bitch!” Celia spat. “You whore! We were getting away! I know what you did! I don't know why, but I know what you did!” Angela ignored her and instead looked around for any hint she may be let free. They couldn't transform her, could they? Not after everything she had done... This only seemed to anger Celia further. “Is that it? You think they will spare you? Get real... You're going to get giant plastic tits like everyone else!” No sooner had the words left her mouth when Angela felt a whirring beneath her as the throne she sat on whirred to life. Two tube like arms deployed from below her and attached themselves to her bare breasts. Panic surged through her as an odd sensation, a weird thrum of building pressure, pushed into her chest from each of the appendages. They were inflating her like a balloon, she realised in terror. She was getting a boob-job in real time. She watched helplessly as her breasts swelled larger and larger until finally the arms detached themselves leaving her with a pair of cartoonishly large new tits.
“Holy shit!” Angela gasped and saw that Celia was staring at her with equal surprise but more than a little amusement. As she tried to come to terms with what had just happened, she noticed a light above Celia's chair extinguish and corresponding one light up above her chair. An idea flashed in her mind – was this how they were going to choose the winner? A game of 'Mercy'? She decided to test her theory. “Celia!” She hissed. “I'm sure yours are going to be even bigger!” Again, as soon as the words were said, the arms re-emerged – this time from Celia's throne. Angela watched wide-eyed as they attached themselves to her opponent's breasts and inflated them to absurd proportions. When they retracted, Celia was panting for breath but the light was again above her head, and she seemed to have noticed.
“So, that's the game, is it?” The ambitious young producer fixed Angela with a steely glare. “A good old game of chicken?” Celia seemed to take a moment to think before adopting a smug smile. “Those juicy new tits of yours – I think they need some decoration, They need piercing with something that never stops buzzing...never lets up...” Her eyes narrowed spitefully. “Your clit too while we're at it.” Angela desperately struggled against her restraints as the arms returned, along with a third that came from between her legs. Realising escape was futile, she instead tried to pull back from the devices that were each tipped with what looked like a needle. It was as if she was trying to pull herself down into the chair, but of course it was no good. At least the throne was fast. It was painful yet within seconds, the needles were retreating and Angela was three piercings richer. A steady thrum emitted from each of her private parts and she found herself unable to catch her breath. Heat was enveloping her – starting from her brand new enormous breasts and from between her legs and spreading across her entire body. Each of her exhalations was a tiny gasp...a tiny moan, as the little toys hummed away.
“Uh...” Angela cried softly, looking up at Celia to see she was grinning. She needed to end this now before that bitch got more of imagination. But how? Angela racked her brains for everything she knew about her opponent but she just kept coming back to that first day on the island when Chris and Jason had double teamed her after they had all got a dose of the aphrodisiac. Angela had won that game for her team by giving all their doses to Hannah. That was it?! “Celia, you're about to get as horny as you have in you entire life...as horny as Hannah was...” Angela thought hard – she needed something more. “...and every time someone touches you, it drives you even wilder!” Celia's eyes bugged but the syringe was in her arm before she could even move, and then they were rolling into to the back of her head. She was shivered and bucking, only the whites of her eyes visible for what seemed like an age. The light above Angela's throne had moved to above hers, but with her opponent unable to speak it was above Angela again, who was glancing from the bulb to her shaking opponent. She smiled. “Tickle her!” She hissed and watched on as Celia writhed in screaming ecstasy.
Lying completely still was near impossible now, but Celia new she had to if she wanted her reward...her dessert. Hell, she would be the dessert. The restaurant called her a human food dish. She could be ordered by rich private parties where her body would be adorned with foodstuffs and eaten off of – rarely with fingers. Today it was a selection of sugary treats. Donuts lay of her inflated tits and restless pussy and they were already driving her wild. Time didn't matter to her much any more and yet she was impatient. Someone bit carefully at the treat between her legs and she felt her legs buck involuntarily. She needed them to get past the foreplay quickly. She needed to be fucked. The donut on her left breast was removed and a gentle hand guided her up from lying down. A tall man stood above her, the donut hooped over the base of his giant erect cock. He beckoned for her to eat and she started in from the side, only for the compliance chip to correct her. The man smiled broadly as she opened wide to deepthroat her way to the donut, just as one of the other guests started to part her backside. Her body was in heaven but her mind was in hell.
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