Thread: Bimbo vs. Bimbo (Cheesecake&Maiesiobreed)

Olivia had cursed a million-and-one swear words to herself when she completely fluffed the knitting in the opening seconds. Her hands had been shaking, she was so nervous about losing this challenge and the fact that she hadn't knit in god-knows-how-long. Her left hand went limp as she dropped the needle on to her lap, which brought on the sudden realisation that she was going to be in the Bimbo Throne regardless if she won this round or not. An eruption of cheering blocked out any other sounds, and it looked as if Christy hadn't noticed that her opponent had dropped one of her needles. She was obviously far too concerned about her own attempt... not to mention the fact that this woman seemed to be one big orgasm machine. Orgasm number one happened quickly, taking her off guard through a combination of the strange sensation that was going through her, and that sitting on this stool was causing the leotard to ride up inside of her, rubbing against her cunt... still tender from it's pounding earlier. Orgasms two and three were almost a double-barrel, firing off almost one directly after the other. It caused her to drop the needles again, receiving another round of sarcastic applause. She was a mess, she was loosing it and what was worse... she had next to nothing of the knitting done. Orgasm four was the loudest, which Mandy picked up on. The dark-haired whore cried out in a mixture of shame and pleasure, halting her knitting once more as she released more of her own juices. Her crotch was soaking, the stool was soaking, and yet she still kept on going. Ugh.... ugh... ugh... She heavily panted, stumbling through the next few rows of her sweater with little success. And just like Christy on the exercise machine, Olivia had completely abandoned her attempt to knit anymore. While she kept the needles in her hands she was too scared to drop them, in fear of further transformation in to a pregnant bimbo she leaned forward and parted her legs, moaning and groaning, nearly begging with her body to stop cumming. Six. Seven. EIGHT orgasms! The last minute cemented her position in last place, so it was no surprise when Mandy got excited that both women were now going to be pregnant. And we've got ourselves a loser. It's Olivia! A scream of unison from the viewers. You know what that means, Olivia! No! Please, no! I can't do it, I don't wanna play anymore! She was dragged to the Bimbo Throne like a mad woman being institutionalised, kicking and screaming. They strapped her down and buckled a ball gag in her mouth to stop her from making any more noises. It didn't stop her, yet the only sounds she now made were pathetic muffled grunts. Olivia's visit was double the length due to her failing the needle challenge and also dropping them. Like Christy, her belly began to expand. It grew and grew, far exceeding the size which her opponent's had. She was definitely seven or eight months pregnant now. But it didn't stop there. Her tits began to stretch against the spandex leotard, while her previously shapeless behind had now grown just a little, adding wonderful curves which the poor woman did not want. Then came the humiliating weigh-in. The gag was taken out, her bonds were removed, and she was pulled over to the scales. As soon as she got to her feet, the woman almost collapsed in her high heels... only because of the stage hands did she remain standing. Unable to walk normally because of the added weight, she waddled on to the scale and closed her eyes in anticipation of the result. Ladies and gentlemen... Olivia has went from 105 lbs to 150 lbs, that's an impressive 45 lbs! Every body give the bimbo whore a round of applause! I can't be pregnant... She said, almost in a pathetic tone. No... there's been a mistake. She pleaded, as she was taken back to stand next to Christy.