Challenge (5/5): Jezebel vs Levi

Olivia Booker

The martial artist trailed after Jezebel, the oblivious blonde entirely unaware of her presence. Jezebel had become captivated by a cloud shaped suspiciously like a dick during Nora's fight. Seeing it drift away, her scatterbrained mind had become convinced it was making a break for it, and she had run after it.

Olivia alone noticed Jezebel’s detour and slipped after her, hungry for a private chat far from Azure’s crowd. As she followed, Olivia couldn’t ignore Jezebel’s dramatic, showy strut. Embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she remembered her own earlier, awkward waddle caused by to her inflated proportions.

She cleared her throat to get the bimbo's attention. “Jes-a-bell?” she asked.

Jezebel turned with a dopey smile, blushing. “Oh, hey, you’re the other buff lady! Hi!”

“Uh, hi,” Olivia replied, awkwardly. “Hey, I wanted to talk. You have a second?”

“Sure thing,” Jezebel chirped, stepping aside so Olivia could approach. “Hey, can I touch your boobs?”

“Huh?” Olivia blinked, caught off guard by Jezebel’s abruptness. Jezebel lunged for her hand without warning, but Olivia quickly swatted her away. “What are you doing?”

“Your titties aren’t as big as the other strong lady’s,” Jezebel said, reaching to grope her again. “But I bet they’re still nice and squishy.”

Olivia batted her hand away with ease, but Jezebel only doubled down. “You perv! Cut it out,” Olivia snapped, her patience wearing thin.

“Wee! You’re super quick!” Jezebel giggled, treating the whole thing like tag. “Your titties bounce even better when you move!”

“I SAID STOP!” Olivia bellowed, driving her knee into Jezebel’s stomach. Jezebel toppled backward, landing on her oversized rear with a look of pure shock.

Meanwhile, John Booker was spiraling. Alone with his sister, he had no buffer, no other girls to distract Jezebel. The moment Jezebel spotted her alone, he could feel the lust for her taking root. Worse, she was back to the way he remembered her, rather than looking like an entirely different woman.

Getting flattened by his own sister just made it sting more.

Jezebel’s eyes welled up. “You hit me! You’re a big meanie!” she whined, sounding every bit the toddler. “I just wanted to touch your boobies!”

Olivia used all of her willpower to restrain herself. She still needed Jezebel. “Don’t cry,” she said through clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, you’re right.” She contorted her mouth into an extremely **** smile. “I’m sorry for being such a meanie.”

Jezebel kept blubbering, oblivious. 'Damn it, I don't have time for this. Azure could spot us any moment,' Olivia thought. She shook her head, pride shriveling as she faced the inevitable. “Fine. You can touch them,” she groaned, disgusted.

Jezebel's expression changed, and at near-supernatural speed. “Yay!” she cheered, getting to her feet.

‘It's just a moment. Think of the big picture,’ Olivia told herself. Hating this moment with every fiber of her being, she peeled off her top to show the blonde her breasts.

‘No! Please, no!’ John wailed, feeling Jezebel’s body flush with excitement as his sisters flashed him. He could practically feel himself drooling—mouth and elsewhere.

Jezebel let out a little moan as she grabbed Olivia’s chest with both hands, squeezing enthusiastically. “Wow, so firm,” she marveled.

‘Please, just kill me!’ John sobbed, desperately trying to ignore how good it felt.

Olivia gritted her teeth, as the blonde lustfully fondled her. Her every instinct was to punch the blonde in her teeth, but she resisted. This desire only grew stronger when Jezebel painfully pinched her nipples. She couldn't help recalling how gentler Tomoko was.

John could do nothing to stop the growing lust as he groped his sisters boobs. To his horror, he realized that the fact that they were siblings was rapidly mattering less to him. 'Fuck... I'm so fucking horny!'

“Okay, that’s enough,” Olivia snapped, finally reaching her breaking point. When Jezebel didn’t let go, Olivia wedged her arms between them and pried herself free with ease.

“Aw,” Jezebel sighed in disappointment, but managed to avoid a tantrum this time. Meanwhile, John felt relief and, to his terror, disappointment.

Olivia tugged her top back on. “So, while I’ve got you here, let’s talk about the challenge,” she said, feigning casualness, as if this wasn’t her whole reason for coming.

It took Jezebel a moment to remember what Olivia was talking about, but when she did, she clapped her hands in excitement. “Oh yeah, Azure says I get to play a game with Master!”

“Yeah, that,” Olivia nodded, struggling to keep her annoyance hidden. “I actually wanted to give you some advice to help you win.”

“Oh yeah? Wow, you’re so nice!” Jezebel beamed.

“Right. So, when the bell rings, you should, um, flash your... ‘boobies’ right away.”

Jezebel tapped her finger to her lips, clearly confused. “Wait, I’m supposed to show my boobs?” She furrowed her brow, thinking so hard it looked like it hurt.

“Yes, within the first three seconds, if you can,” Olivia nodded.

“Wait... wouldn’t I lose?” Jezebel asked, after a painful amount of thought. “Azzy said the girls lose if they show their boobs or pussy,” Jezebel recalled. “And Master loses if his pee-pee gets hard.”

‘Damn, you actually remember things,’ Olivia thought, but pressed on. “Exactly, you need to get his... ‘pee-pee’ hard,” she nodded. “And with your tits? He’ll be putty in your hands.”

Jezebel pressed both fingers to her temples, straining to process Olivia’s logic. “I gotta show my boobs without showing my boobs?”

“Just... don't think about it too hard,” Olivia suggested. "Besides, she said you'd lose if he saw your boobs. You'll be flashing your... titties. It's totally different."

“Oh, okay,” she said, giving up and just going with the latest suggestion. “That makes sense.”

“Exactly,” Olivia breathed, relieved. “You’ll get him so worked up, he might even let you go down on him,” she added, trying to add extra encouragement.

John was in pure torment. Not only was she burning for Olivia, but she was also being coached to seduce Levi like a whore. ‘Please! Don't make me! Not with him!’

“There you two are,” a voice called behind them. Olivia swore under her breath as she turned to see Azure approaching them.

“How, hi Azzy!” Jezebel waved.

“Hello, dear,” Azure nodded to her before looking over to Olivia. “Trying to trick another bisexual, I see.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Olivia replied coolly.

“This lady was just telling me to flash my titties when the bell rings,” Jezebel told her, excitedly.

Olivia winced, barely stopping herself from facepalming.

“Oh, she did, did she?” Azure laughed. “My, you are a naughty one, Olivia.”

‘Bite me,’ Olivia seethed.

Azure shook her head in amusement. “Silly Jezebel, that would make you lose, you big goof.”

“Nuh uh!” Jezebel countered. “The strong lady said it would make Levi’s weenie hard.”

“A true hottie can do that without taking her clothes off,” Azure replied. “You’re hot enough, aren't you?”

“Oh, I am pretty hot. Thanks,” Jezebel beamed. “Hey, wait, was the buff lady trying to trick me?” She looked over at Olivia and laughed. “You’re so silly!”

“My, Jezebel, that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Azure laughed. “Come on, let’s go back to the arena. Master is waiting for you.”

“Kay,” Jezebel said, before bouncing back toward the ring, body jiggling like Jell-O.

Azure gave Jezebel a playful smack on the rear as she passed, then turned to Olivia, grinning with insufferable smugness. “You coming?”

Olivia squinted her eyes at the host in unparalleled disdain, flipping her off as she followed after Jezebel.

Azure chuckled.

Levi Summers

Levi folded his arms, lost in the tangle of his choices. Did he even want to win the next match? Azure kept dodging the questions, only ever calling an upgrade a 'positive change.' But what did that mean? Would the mark grow stronger, or weaker?

‘Do you really want to weaken it?’ his thoughts whispered, as his gaze drifted to Ji-Woo, recalling how effortlessly she had yielded to him.

‘Of course I do,’ he thought back, looking over at Sophia, whose tattoo was prominently displayed on her pelvis.

"You thinking about the tattoo too?" Sophia asked, noticing him staring at her mark.

"Yeah," Levi admitted. "I still don't know if an upgrade or a downgrade is worse." He ran his fingers through his hair. "What would you do, Sophia?"

The catgirls felt a panic forming at the tip of her spine. The last time she had dared to tell Levi how to handle his powers, Azure had ripped her soul out.

"You... should... do what makes you most happy," she stammered, looking away.

"Uh, okay, but you must have some opinion," Levi said.

Sophia rubbed her arm awkwardly. She looked around to confirm Azure wasn’t with them, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling she was watching.

“It’s just guessing on my part, and I’m not telling you what to do…” Sophia prefaced.

“But?” Levi asked.

“Well, I’m just speculating, and I don’t know how Azure thinks. But while an upgrade might be bad, a downgrade definitely would be.” She cleared her throat. “Again, just guessing.”

“Oh look, there they are,” Elena said, drawing Levi’s attention from their conversation. The princess pointed at the arriving Jezebel, Azure, and Oliva.

“What do you think they were up to?” Tomoko mused, slipping into the group. Levi’s heart thudded faster as he found himself standing even closer to the unabashedly topless Tomoko.

“Uh, Levi, are you ready for your match?” Elena asked, suddenly awkward.

“Yeah, why?” Levi asked.

Elena cleared her throat. “It’s just... you’re kind of... showing...”

Levi glanced down and froze—his bulge was on full display through his swim trunks. “Oh,” he squeaked, hastily covering himself. “How long has it been like that?”

“Since Tomoko and Olivia’s fight, with minor fluctuation” Sophia said. The group turned to look at her, making her suddenly self-conscious. “Oh, did I overshare?”

“Oh shoot, sorry dude,” Tomoko apologized, placing a hand on each boob to cover them. “Hey, if it helps, you can do what I do when I want to calm down the hornies.”

“What’s that?” Levi asked, not sure she wanted to know.

“Think of Dick Cheney naked.”

Elena and Sophia gagged in unison. Levi felt his arousal shrivel away, the mental image working like a bucket of ice water.

“Sorry for the holdup, everyone,” Azure called out, rejoining the crowd. “Had to wrangle our resident airhead.”

“I saw a cloud that looked like a dick!” Jezebel told them, proudly.

“Levi and Jezebel, please enter the ring,” Azure requested. “Not there, the other way,” Azure added, pulling Jezebel's arm as the bimbo began to walk the wrong way.

Levi stepped into the ring, grateful that the mental image of Vice-Presidents had left him completely deflated. All he had to do was get close to her and pull it off. Easy, he told himself.

“Begin!” Azure announced as the bell rang to begin the wrestling match.

“Hey, Master, guess what?” Jezebel giggled. “I’m supposed to make you horny to win.”

“You don’t say,” Levi swallowed. “Why don't you... uh... get naked for me.”

Jezebel moved to undo her top, but stopped herself. “Ha, ha, not yet, silly,” she giggled. “Azzy said a real hottie can do it with her clothes on.”

“Is that right?” he groaned. Meanwhile, Olivia grunted in frustration behind him, knowing that the six seconds Levi needed to beat had already passed.

“Yeah, so come on, Master. Beat off to me,” she moaned, growing aroused at the idea. She grasped her comically huge rack and started squeezing it seductively. Her fondling grew increasingly aggressive, lifting and dropping them independently, showing their sheer malleability, seemingly light as a pillow despite their ludicrous size. “Go ahead and stroke. Ya know you want to. Don’t my boobies look so hawt?”

Levi bit his lip, trying to use pain to distract himself from sight before him. He looked away. 'Don't get hard. Don't get hard.'

"Oh, wait, do you like asses more?" Jezebel teased, her giggle ringing out like music as she let herself tumble to her side. The impact of her ample backside hitting the ground resonated with a loud thump, echoing in the air.

Levi couldn't help himself, stealing another glance and feeling a rush of regret wash over him. The blonde's voluptuous figure was on full display, her curvy derrière proudly showcased and wiggling invitingly.

"Please! Please pound my ass, master," Jezebel begged. "It would be so hawt! Oh gawd, so hawt!" She began sucking her finger, nearly climaxing at the very idea.

Levi tried to avert his gaze, but he couldn't, his body locked like a deer in headlights. ****, he tried to conjure the boner killing mental image again, but his thoughts were overwhelmed by the vivid sight of Jezebel's bouncing bosom and ass, distracting and impossible to ignore.

Jezebel rolled onto all fours , her breasts hanging below her and large enough to use as a cushion. She began thrusting in place, her boobs and ass shaking violently with each movement. All thoughts of the game had faded from her mind as she became completely absorbed by the fantasy of Levi. "Master! Master! Please cum for me, master!"

'No! God no! Please don't!' John begged.

Levi could feel his arousal growing. He was horrified that his own body was responding this way. This entire situation should have been creepy, yet he could feel the blood rushing to his lower extremities.

It was only then that he realized the consequences of watching four consecutive matches of scantily clad women fighting. His body had been conditioned with each bout, slowly making him pent up, lowering his resistance. At least that was what he hoped was the case. The alternative, that his gender-swapped, bimbofied bully aroused him, was too disturbing to accept.

Regardless, he knew it wouldn't take much more. He stood frozen in place, certain that he wouldn't be able to touch her without setting himself off.

“Levi, try and hold on,” Sophia encouraged. “Think of Jabba the Hutt.”

“Pizza Hutt?” Jezebel asked, mishearing. “Ooh, sounds nice. Wanna dip cheese on me? I can put it between my legs so you can eat me out, Master.” She moaned again, nearly coming undone at the concept.

‘You bastard, Levi! Please, no more! Don’t make me cum thinking about him!’ John begged, mind teetering on the brink.

Levi tried to shake off the vision, focusing instead on Jabba the Hutt, as Sophia had suggested. Unfortunately, his mind's eye instead focuses on Princess Leia in her **** girl costume, chained beside Jabba, only making it worse. A vivid fantasy of Jezebel in that very outfit invaded his minds eye.

Levi bit his lip harder, breaking the skin and drawing blood. He couldn't last much longer. Sophia, Tomoko, and Elena were shouting boner killer suggestions, but he could no longer hear them.

“Think, think,” he whispered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. With every ounce of determination, he delved deep into his mind, trying to unearth a vivid and painful memory of John.

The pain he felt from his bleeding lip made him recall a similar situation...

One Year Prior

A thunderous blow crashed into the back of Levi’s head, hurling him forward. His lip tore open as his face smashed against the cold, unforgiving hallway floor. He looked up to see John standing over him, the bully looming over him like a giant, fist extended. “Oops, did I do that?”

“John? Why?” Levi whimpered, his voice trembling.

“I’m in a bad mood, Levi,” he explained, grinning. “Wanna know why?”

“Look, whatever I did, I’m sorry...” Levi managed to say before John’s boot crashed into his stomach.

“I didn’t ask you to apologize, dipshit!” John snapped. “I said I’m in a bad mood.”

He leaned down, pulling up Levi by the hair. “Ask why. Be polite, Levi.”

“Why?” he asked, feeling blood drip from his lip.

“Because my bitch of a girlfriend dumped me!” he replied. “Not that I care, since it was taking her forever to put out.”

“Then, why are you...”

John smashed Levi’s face into the ground again. “It’s the reason she dumped me that pisses me off.” A silent circle of students gathered, none daring to step in. “Apparently, she thinks I’m a psychopath. Says I beat up defenseless kids for fun.” He bent low, his breath hot in Levi’s ear. “Where do you think she got that idea?”

“I... I...” Levi stammered.

“She doesn’t go to this school, so someone must have shit talked to her. It was you, wasn't it?”

“No, it wasn’t!”

“You callin' me a liar?” John roared threateningly, getting to his feet. “Then who else would it be?”

Levi glanced desperately at the silent crowd, every face turned away from his pain. “It could have been anyone. I promise it...”

“Trying to blame someone else, you coward,” John sneered. “Are! You! That! Spineless?!” He punctuated each word with a brutal kick.

“What’s going on here?” an older voice asked. The students parted to see the school's janitor approach them. “Break it up, you two.”

John flashed a smug grin. “Whatever you say, sir.” He glanced down at Levi, winked, and melted into the crowd, his mood lifted.

Levi Summers

Levi clenched his fist tightly, pulling himself back from the depths of his memories. His gaze locked on the moaning Jezebel. The man who had once done everything to make his life a living hell. His tormentor, now reduced to a vacant-eyed, sex-crazed, inflated caricature of a porn star.

A bitter sense of vindication surged through Levi as he took in this sight, relishing the irony of seeing his bully so helpless and broken. This unsettling feeling overshadowed the arousal utterly.

Levi slowly walked towards her, no longer nervous.

"Oh, Master! Come closer," Jezebel moaned, crawling forward on all fours to meet him halfway. "Let me suck your dick! I want to feel it so hard in my..."

POW!

Levi delivered a hard kick to Jezebel's stomach, and the impact sent the top-heavy woman sprawling to her side, her body crashing against the sand. As she rolled onto her back, her ample figure shifted, and her massive breasts swayed dramatically from the sudden movement.

Jezebel merely laughed, coughing slightly from the kick to her gut. “Oh, are we playing rough? You’re so naughty, Master,” she cooed.

Levi ignored her, reaching down and pulling on her top. The fabric was so tight against her orbs that the little pull was all he needed, Jezebels nipples spilling out. He released it, the elastic slapping back against her rack, Jezebel continuing to giggle the entire time.

"Tee hee! So forceful! So Hawt!"

The bell rang, signaling the end. "And we have a winner. Our glorious, wonderful Master!"

Levi said nothing as he turned his back on her and exited the ring. Confetti and music materialized from nowhere to celebrate him, falling upon the beach like snow.

As he walked back, the erection he spent so much effort suppressing finally grew.

"The time was one minute and eight seconds," Alison informed everyone.

"Once again, just a second away from a funny number," Azure sighed. "Oh, let me fix that lip for you, Levi," she added, waving her hand and healing the minor damage from a distance.

"Well done," Elena said, as Levi rejoined them, ignoring how tented he was

"I hope Jezebel is okay," Tomoko wondered.

"She's fine," Levi replied dismissively. 'It takes a lot more than one kick,' he recalled from experience.

Azure

“And that’s all five matches. Congratulations, everyone,” Azure cheered, the music continuing to blare. “Alison, please tell us who won the fastest.”

“We all know who it was,” Ji-Woo groaned, rolling her eyes.

Alison ignored her. “At six seconds, Lauren Peterson was the fastest.”

Azure feigned surprise. “Wow, amazing. Well done, Lauren.”

Lauren crossed her arms, a smug smile breaking out.

“As promised, Lauren is permitted to swap out one of her transformations,” Azure reminded everyone. She snapped her fingers, causing the floating monitor to materialize once again. “In her case, that is ‘Dark and Gothic’ and ‘Gold Digger.’ So dear, which would you like to trade in? Remember, you can also pick neither.”

The screen displayed both options.

1. Dark and Gothic: Lauren will be turned into a huge assed goth. To complete the look, her hair, nails, and lipstick will be perpetually black, and she can only wear the fashion of her new subculture. [Goth]
2. Gold Digger: The master will gain sole access to Lauren's family fortune, regardless of whether she reaches 100 VP. She can only get it back by marrying him before the season ends; even then, he has the final say on how she can spend it. He cannot marry her out of pity; there must be a genuine connection. [Rich Girl]

“Gold Digger,” Lauren replied instantly.

Azure raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Learned to love the goth look then?”

“Shut up. That’s my choice,” Lauren snapped.

‘Why that one?’ Nineteen asked. ‘Isn’t our goal to seduce Levi anyway?’

‘Levi doesn’t deserve my money,’ Lauren replied. ‘Besides, this way, when we’re done, sis will get our fortune back too.’

Nineteen was tempted to remind her that even if they broke Katelyn's mind control, she still would be forgotten by all of humanity, but decided to leave the girl to her delusions. ‘It will be so much more fun that way,’ she thought.

“I hope you realize what you’re doing,” Azure said, squinting her eyes threateningly. “I ought to punish you for stealing millions of dollars from your master.”

“They’re not his!” Levi snarled.

Azure shook her head, sighing in disappointment. “Very well. Gold Digger is now removed. In its place, we will swap in a new option from the Rich Girl category.”

“Hey, shouldn't Lauren-Two lose her succubus form then?” Sophia asked.

Azure swung her gaze to look at her, irritated at the interruption. “The hell are you talking about?”

Sophia immediately lost her nerve. “Never mind.”

“No, she has a point,” Levi pointed out, realizing what Sophia was trying to say. “Katelyn only got that and the ‘please’ curse because those got second in the last vote.”

"What do you mean?" Nora asked, confused.

"Lauren-Two has a transformation that gives her a weakened version of whatever Lauren transformation comes in second," Sophia explained. "That's why she's a succubus now."

Elena nodded. “Right. So, since Gold Digger is being reversed, shouldn't Lauren-Two’s be as well?”

“Don't speak nonsense,” Azure spat. “Katelyn received those changes because of her own curse, not Lauren's. The fact that they were byproducts of Lauren's results is irrelevant.”

Lauren shook her head. “Such utter bullshit.”

“If you all wanted to remove a transformation from Lauren-Two so badly, you would have made sure she came in first,” Azure said, spitefully. “Now shut up, and let me show you Lauren's options.”

The monitor displayed a numbered list.

1. Worth her Weight: As Lauren gains BP, she will also gain mass. But only in the places her master desires it, her chest.
2. Master Card: Lauren will be able to take out loans for BP at an interest rate. She will incur new TFs and interest penalties for each day she fails to repay her loan.
3. The Help: Having had servants her whole life, Lauren has often taken them for granted, being very rude to them—especially the maids. Now, whenever she sees a mess, there is a chance she will suddenly don a skimpy maid outfit and clean. This chance will grow higher the messier it is.
4. Golden Goose: Once a day, Lauren will lay an egg of pure gold, each of which is worth quite a pretty penny. Levi Summers has first dibs on what to do with the item. The eggs will be extra valuable on days Lauren takes in her masters seed.

“Absolutely disgusting,” Nora snarled.

‘I swear she’ll pay for this!’ Lauren fumed.

‘Yes, hold on to that feeling,’ Nineteen encouraged. ‘I promise we’ll repay Azure for everything she’s done to us.’

"Everyone, please vote for your favorite," Azure implored the audience. "We'll do the upgrades and downgrades after this commercial break."

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Thank you all for reading, and joining me during this mini challenge week during the holidays. Unless you're reading this in the future, in which case, welcome :)