Thread: Snuff It! - LittleRooster & SquishyPink

Vanessa had always been crazy tall, and sports had just come naturally to her as a child. She walked out on stage in the standard bikini bottoms with the 22 tag on her hip, displaying the confidence of someone who's been knocked down thousands of times and always gotten up to finish the game. That endurance and can-do attitude was what started her rise in the semi-pro women's Ultraball league. But her pride had been her downfall. She thought she could make a big statement about how her tits shouldn't matter in a professional sport, just her performance. But damn, was she wrong. The corporate recruiters had signed her for the big leagues, and after endless hours of exhausting training, building an incredibly toned body with the right combo of muscle and feminine curves, they finally sprang the boob-job on her. Sure, it had been buried somewhere in the contract, and she should have expected it. If she'd just gone along with it she'd be filthy rich by now and a star in the pro Ultraball leagues. Well, shit. Still, she could do this. She'd been hurt more times than she could count, with plenty of scars and surgeries to prove it. She could deal with pain, unlike that spoiled milksop she saw earlier. As long as she made it through her spins without too much damage, she'd go back to those corporate scouts, let them both fuck her, and then agree to every bit of cosmetic surgery they threw at her. She could do this. She was a winner, dammit. Great to be here, Heath! she said, waving to the crowd. They booed her, of course, especially when they saw that besides being flat chested, she actually had fuzz in her armpits. Not a lot, but it was clear she didn't shave. You know, I wish there were drugs to make people tall like me, but this is natural. From my view, I'm normal sized and the rest of you folks need to catch up! This actually brought a smattering of laughter. Vanessa had experience working a crowd and doing interviews, and she'd put it to good use. You know what, Heath, I made a big mistake. I don't know what got into me, maybe it was all those silly neo-feminists that come to my events, but I tell you what...I'm gonna live! The audience actually applauded her on that. And when I finish healing, I'm going to go get some proper tits put in, and rock the pro Ultraball league like nobody's ever done before! Now the audience cheered for real. Okay, she had them. Now she just had to keep them on her side, convince the suits that she was good for ratings, and survive long enough to get those breasts put in. She had this. Savannah couldn't help but root for the girl, but she knew better than anyone that the wheel was a cruel mistress. And there were rumors that the corporation was really, really mad at Vanessa. There might even be extra stipulations thrown on at the last minute, or some other dirty trick...she'd seen it plenty before. For now, she'd have to do her job and play the bimbo. She smiled and gave the wheel a hard spin. As it spun, she was too lost in thought to really appreciate her situation, and the wheel's bladed protrusions caught the underside of one of her breasts. She yelped and jumped back, cradling her wounded girl part and taking a moment before she composed herself enough to play it off in character. Oopsie! she said with a smile, before checking the wheel. It's number seven! Will it send this girl to heaven?