Cum One, Cum All

"This round is the Orgasm Battle, or, as long-time viewers call it, the Cum One, Cum All round. You three will enter the ring and attempt to bring each other to orgasm. Anyone having three orgasms loses and must leave the ring. Leaving the ring voluntarily counts as an orgasm. There can be no scratching or ****, unless the person being scratched or hurt enjoys that sexually. Those are the only rules. Three orgasms and you're out! Good luck in there."

Tonya and I screeched, "What?!?" simultaneously. Were they crazy? There was no way Tonya and I could compete against Christine fairly in a match like that! Not with our enhanced libidos! And I had random orgasms! This was not fair!

Then the stage filled with the sound of a ringing phone. Biff reached down to his belt and plucked off his cell phone. He made a show of answering it.

"This is Biff Brewster," he said. Then he nodded and said, "Yes, sir, I'll tell them now." He looked up from the phone.

"This is Mister Big," said Biff. "As you recall, he is the ultimate authority of Bimbomania!" There was awed applause. "Mister Big has authorized me to tell you, Erica and Tonya, that he is aware of your situation. Mister Big states that you can have your erotic enhancement muted temporarily to your previous levels if you agree to have your breasts further enhanced by one cup size. You have sixty seconds to decide."

Shit. Another cup size?!? I was now an E-cup thanks to the earlier enhancement, and I was still trying to get used to them. One more cup size would put me close to utterly ridiculous. They wouldn't be completely over-sized, but there was no way in the world anyone would ever take me seriously with that kind of rack. Still, what choice did I have?