Battle Royale w. Cheese! Turn 11.1 - RY, Samus, 18 (Prizefight Pyramid) (Patreon)

> FINISH THEM (SEXDOLL TF, BAD END)

> BONUS: WILD CARD! #22

Trapped, sandwiched against her lover in a tight cocoon of latex, Samus squirmed–not to escape, but to make it all that more erotic. Her boobs were smushed against 18’s, and every little motion they made rubbed them against each other. Fat spilled over fat, nipples caught nipples, each slightly twitch sending ripples of pleasure through their forms.

Their giant boobs weren’t the only parts of them touching either: the latex had caught them with their crotches close together. Samus had had just enough time to spread her legs, raise her hips, and slam her dripping pussy onto 18’s virile cock before the latex tightened and glued them both together.

Now, in the dark confines of its grip, she bounced, up, down, up, down, each bounce striking her with a fresh blast of pleasure. She tried to moan, but 18’s lips muffled her. All she could do was squeeze her lover tighter and buck harder, shivering at the feeling of 18’s cock inside her.

From outside their cocoon came the sound of moaning.

*

“Y-Yang! Wait!” cried Ruby, as Yang raised her gun and took an emphatic step forward. “Don’t!”

Yang turned back, her swollen boobs, plumped-up belly, and giant balls jiggling. At the sight of her sister begging her to stop, some of the certainty vanished from her face.

Before she had a chance to decide, the catseyes above flashed once more. Yang froze. Ruby paled. “No,” she said, voice hollow.

“Heeeey, everyone!” said the giant, red-faced head of Taberu. “Um, sorry about that last card, but it’s time for another one!” She wiped a bead of sweat from her face and smiled sheepishly. “Let’s see what we get, nya!”

“No!”

The deck shuffled for several seconds before producing a card with a picture of Taberu herself happily tucking into an endless buffet.

“Nyes!” cried Taberu. “It’s my favorite card! No. 22! See Food Buffet! Oooh, I’m going to enjoy this one…”

She vanished, and with a sound like popcorn popping, food filled the air.

Ruby and Yang stared, blinking in shock, as treat after delicious treat rained from the air around them. Everything from ice creams to popsicles, cheeseburgers to sandwiches, whole pizzas to giant, battered fish. Even–crash–a fresh lobster, still in its tank.

As the cornucopian rain finally slowed to a stop, the pair’s bellies rumbled. Looking down, Ruby gasped as a terrible gnawing emptiness filled her and overwhelmed her, washing through her form and leaving her feeling hollow as an empty jar.

Unconsciously, she sniffed, and the scent of all the delicious, delicious food around her filled her nostrils. When she opened her mouth, drool spilled from her lips.

Nearby, Yang dropped her gun and fell to her knees, spittle flying from her mouth as she snatched up every treat in reach. Like an animal, she stuffed them between her lips, barely taking the time to chew before swallowing.

Mind reduced to a singularity of hunger, Ruby copied her, grabbing a long, meaty sausage and forcing its entire length down her throat with minimal chewing. Next, she seized a popsicle and slurped it down to the stick in a handful of hard sucks before snatching up a banana and slamming it into her mouth so hard she left her lips covered in its mush. As she moved on, bits of it flew everywhere.

As the pair ate, their stomachs groaned like a pair of tortured animals. Slowly, they grew,  pumped up like a pair of buns in the middle of being filled with cream. Neither paid this growth the slightest attention–they ate on without pause, stuffing treat after delicious treat straight through their lips and down their gullets. Their swim-rings squeaked with the strain.

To the sound of smacking lips and chomping teeth, the pair bloated, stomachs growing almost as large (if not as buoyant…) as the blimp girls floating near them. Their bellies weren’t the only parts of them to benefit from their weight gain: wherever their bodies had fat, the two plumped up, boobs and butts and thighs alike all swelling like overstuffed sausages.

Finally, as the last of an entire plate of profiteroles vanished down her throat, Ruby felt her hunger fading. Swallowing slowly, she looked down at her cream-covered lips and sticky chest, blinked once, not quite believing, and screamed.

Thick tears poured from her eyes as Ruby forced herself to stand. No! No! In horror, she squeezed her new flab, shuddering at the feeling of her flabby new thighs squeezing her cock between them. She’d changed again! She’d changed again! Covering her eyes, she sobbed into her hands.

Nearby, Yang–whose already bloated belly had grown even larger than Ruby’s–fell to her knees with a groan. Pale-faced, she sat there shivering, looking as if she wanted to throw up.

Beep!

Before she had the chance, Yang’s Collar flashed, and she lurched to her feet, her swollen body jiggling and rippling. Ruby stared, too stunned to speak, as her sister seized her gun and advanced on the other contestants. The dial clicked, and then–

Splosh!

*

Floating a foot or so off the air, unable to do anything more than flap her hands or kick her feet, Erza flinched as the blonde’s Collar beeped and she picked up her gun, eyes empty as she trained it on the pair of them.

Her heart pounded. A part of her wanted nothing more than to beg for mercy. She knew it wouldn’t work though–the blonde had no more control over her actions than she’d had.

Closing her eyes, Erza tried to calm herself. This was it. They’d lost. She wasn’t proud of it, especially given the changes to her body, but there was no point facing the end without dignity.

Splooosh! Liquid, cool and sweet, sprayed her face, igniting a wave of tingling as it washed over her body. As it entered her mouth, she struggled to hack and spit it out. Beside her, Moogumin mooed wildly.

As the tingling spread through Erza’s body, she found it increasingly hard to maintain control. When it reached her groin, her pussy all but exploded. A burning aftershock rebounded through her form, setting fire to her nerves and forcing her eyes wide open. Screwing them shut, she bit her lip and shuddered.

In the wake of the heat came a sudden intense emptiness similar to that in her belly. As it spread to her limbs, Erza found them stretched wide, arms open as if to hug, legs open as if to–

F-fuck! thought Erza, as another sharp spike of pleasure struck her brain. What was happening to her?! As the liquid soaked into her, her body writhed all over skin sheening and glimmering, feeling as though it had been starched. Looking down, she gaped to see her feet had turned as smooth and shiny as a lacrima. What–what was happening to her?!

Erza couldn’t feel her heart pounding anymore, but the sense of panic was undeniable. She struggled with all her will to keep herself from crying out.

Beside her, Moogumin squealed as if she were being murdered. Erza gasped to see the cowgirl’s penis fire its contents like a cannon, leaving a giant puddle of semen beneath her. A second later, it stopped twitching and–instead of shrinking–swelled into something much larger, much harder, and much shinier.

As Erza stared, sweat dripping down her face, this shininess spread over her one-time teammate’s body until at last it reached her face and silenced her mooing in an instant. Moogumin’s face blurred and changed from an expression of pleasured panic, utterly human, to the blank features of a doll… with a fat pink ring in the place of her lips.

Instinctively, Erza recognized its purpose, what it meant for Moogumin, and what it meant for her. Looking down, she gasped to see the shininess spreading up her own form, turning every inch of skin it passed to the same smooth material. Sudden panic sliced through her composure. “No!” she cried. “No! No! Stop it! Don’t–”

A second later, it reached her face, and Erza’s voice caught in her throat.

*

Yang watched, stomach gurgling, as the redhead’s face froze in a blank expression of delight. An instant later, her mouth–and her other, lower holes–inflated with an audible boing!.

Slowly, the two dolls floated back down to the ground. One was brown-haired with cow features and an artificial phallus poking through the cleavage of its titanic boobs. The other: red-haired and more recognizably human, with boobs of more modest size if no less appeal.

As it hit the ground, the red-haired doll rolled over with a squeak. The sight of the plump pink holes between its legs made Yang’s cock twitch.

Lowering her gun, she turned away, shivering. But as she went to comfort her sister, a dark laugh sounded from above.

“Well,” said Queen Hentai, “isn’t this an interesting situation? Four contestants left, all nominally allied, nya. I suppose we could declare nyou all the winners, but where’s the fun in that?”

Her smile made Yang want to whimper.

“Let’s see,” said the Queen. “How shall we go about this? Should Red and Yellow perform a coup de grace on their entrapped ‘teammates’? Or should we free them, split the four of nyou into teams, and arrange a fairer fight…? Or perhaps I should just wipe the board clean and begin again, nya… We wonder…”

She licked her lips.

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