First and last [ep. 3]

Jack appears on the screen, as always with a wide smile and a gleam in his eye. “We’ve seen how Amy managed to win this round,” he began confidently. “But this is just the beginning. Now, let’s take a closer look at how the other contestants fared and the surprises awaiting them in their Bimbo Boxes.”

NICOLE

Nicole clenched her teeth, setting her pen down on the desk. Exhaustion was etched across her face, and her perfectly straightened hair, flawless in the morning, now showed slight signs of disarray after a long day at work. Her crisp white blouse hugged her athletic figure, accentuating her toned silhouette.

With every movement, the fabric stretched slightly over her chest, while her tight dark jeans, resembling those of a model in a high-end fashion ad, pressed against her hips. Nicole knew she looked good, but at that moment, her thoughts were consumed by one thing: the upcoming challenge from the BoB app.

As the clock on her computer ticked closer to the end of the day, she felt a nervous tension rising. "Where the hell is that damn notification?" she thought, her trembling hand glancing at her phone. Nothing. No message from the app. Her boss handed her another task, and Nicole barely stifled a sigh. Unable to wait any longer, she opened the app herself.

The screen lit up: "You have been trapped. Someone used 'No Notification' on you!" Blood boiled in her veins. Her hands dropped to the desk, nails scraping against the surface. "Fucking bitches..." she thought, feeling her stomach twist with anger.

Without a word, she stood and strode toward the bathroom, ignoring the confused stares of her coworkers. Her heels clicked against the floor as she practically stormed into the restroom. She slammed the stall door shut and leaned her back against the cold wall, trying to steady her breathing. Pulling out her phone, she quickly scanned the task details. "Remove the clothes you don’t need, but don’t be naked" Nicole narrowed her eyes, her mind racing for a plan.

She unbuttoned the first button of her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly. The second, third, and fourth buttons followed, the fabric sliding down her shoulders to reveal her tanned skin. The ring on her finger caught the edge of the collar as the blouse fell, exposing a lacy white bra that perfectly supported her shapely, firm breasts. Her nipples, slightly darker, were faintly visible through the lace, hardened by the chill in the room. A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Her hands quickly moved to the button of her jeans. The metal clasp popped open with a soft snap, and she swiftly slid the jeans down along with her panties. Her hips were rounded and taut, her skin smooth and perfectly sun-kissed as though she had just returned from a luxurious vacation. Nicole stood in the stall completely bare, the cold tiles beneath her feet sending a chill through her body.

For a moment, she stood motionless, waiting for a notification from the app. Nothing happened. "What the hell?!" She leaned over her phone, rereading the task. Then it hit her. "Shit! I wasn’t supposed to get fully undressed!"

Biting her lip, furious at herself, she quickly pulled her jeans back up. She fastened the button and adjusted the waistband, ensuring they fit perfectly again. The blouse lay crumpled on the floor—she grabbed it and hastily began buttoning it back up. One by one, the buttons slid into place, the fabric resting against her skin again and concealing her shapely chest.

Her phone buzzed. "You’ve completed Task 1! You were last." Nicole stared at the screen for a moment, her lips pressed into a thin line. Another notification appeared: "Your opponents will select two effects from your Bimbo Box. Your Bimbo Box category: Lips."

This time, she felt her fury bubbling over. "This is how you play fair? Sabotaging me?!" She nearly threw her phone against the wall before catching herself. Scrolling through the details, her jaw tightened as she read the options:

Balloon Lips - Every time Nicole performs oral favors with her mouth, her lips swell slightly, becoming plumper and more exaggerated. Over time, her lips transform into an over-the-top pout that’s impossible to ignore, drawing attention wherever she goes.

Open Mouth Syndrome - Nicole’s natural lip position becomes slightly parted at all times, giving her an innocent, almost airheaded look. It’s as if she’s perpetually pondering something or waiting to say the next word, adding an endearing, if clueless, charm to her demeanor.

Drooling Beauty - Nicole’s body now produces five times more saliva than normal, leaving her lips constantly glistening and slightly wet. Even casual conversations can result in a droplet escaping her mouth, often dripping onto her shirt and leaving her with an unintentionally messy appearance. During any oral activities, the sheer volume of saliva creates a heavy, unavoidable mess, ensuring that the aftermath is unforgettable—and impossible to ignore.

Nicole froze. Three effects. THREE. This wasn’t supposed to happen. "A tie? How the hell?!" She barely noticed the small note at the bottom: "In the case of a tie, all selected effects will activate."

Before she could fully process the implications, something began to happen. At first, she felt a gentle tingling around her lips, like a cool breeze brushing against her skin. The sensation intensified, spreading across her facial muscles. Nicole took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and ignore the feeling.

But then, her lips began to move… on their own.

“No, no, no...” she whispered, watching in the mirror as her lips slowly parted. She clenched her jaw, trying to control the movement, but it only made things worse. The muscles around her mouth seemed to defy her, opening wider, as though controlled by an invisible ****.

"Shut... shut up, damn it," she murmured, pressing her hand against her mouth. The tingling turned into a subtle pulsing sensation, and her lips began to twitch. The more she fought, the stronger the reaction became. Her bottom lip gradually dropped, revealing her white teeth and the soft pink of her mouth’s interior.

Panic set in as she placed both hands over her face, **** to stop the process, but her body refused to cooperate. Her lips parted enough for her to clearly see her tongue reflected in the mirror. What were once impeccably controlled features now resembled a helpless, involuntary display.

"God, I look like... an idiot," she whispered, staring at the grotesque reflection before her.

But it was just the beginning. A subtle tension pulled at her lips, as though someone were stretching them from the outside. The skin felt taut, and the muscles throbbed gently, as if preparing for something greater. Nicole stared at her reflection, bracing for the inevitable.

And then it happened. Moisture. It started faintly—barely noticeable on her tongue and the inside of her lips. But it quickly escalated. Her saliva seemed to gather from nowhere, pooling in her mouth in quantities she couldn’t manage. A single droplet slipped from the corner of her mouth, dripped onto her chin, and fell onto her blouse.

"Fuck..." she hissed, wiping her face with her sleeve. But it was useless—the wetness returned almost instantly. Another droplet of saliva slid down to her cleavage, leaving a damp streak on her shirt.

She stared at herself in the mirror, her lips slightly parted, glistening with saliva. Droplets trickled onto her chin, one after another. "This has to be a sick joke," she muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Each drop felt like a blow to her pride. The thought of someone seeing her like this—reduced to such a humiliating state—gnawed at her mind. It fueled her growing rage.

"You bitch..." she hissed at her reflection, trying to reclaim her composure, though she felt as though the app had stripped away everything that made her strong.

Her breathing was erratic, and every attempt to control the situation failed. Yet beneath it all, deep within her mind, one thought began to take root: ****.

"We’ll see who’s the strongest..." she whispered, gripping her phone tightly.

Even then, she couldn’t escape the humiliating sight of her own lips—open, glistening with saliva, betraying every emotion that flickered across her face. "I’ll get even," she thought, ignoring the rising wave of frustration.

MONICA

Monica, with a wide smile on her face, scrolled through the voting results in the app. She loved these moments—the ones where she could see how others perceived her. Her fingers danced across the screen, her gaze darting over the names of the other participants. “Amy and Juliet voted against Nicole. Let’s see how this unfolds,” she thought, tilting her head in satisfaction. The image of an enraged Nicole made her chuckle softly.

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the description of her transformation.

Liquid Gold - Monica hair transforms into a radiant cascade of shimmering golden blonde, as if kissed by the sun itself. Each strand glows with a warm, metallic sheen, giving her the appearance of a living golden statue.

Monica felt a rush of exhilaration. No pink nightmares or shaved heads—this was tailor-made for her. In her mind, she imagined golden locks cascading over her shoulders like molten metal. “God, this will be like a crown for a queen…” She exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

She glanced at her phone again, then at her reflection in the rearview mirror of her car. She had just parked on a quiet side street. Dressed in a red hoodie that softly hugged her chest and tight blue jeans that accentuated her rounded hips, Monica leaned back comfortably. The hoodie felt a bit too warm for the weather, but it allowed her to hide the small imperfections she considered her weaknesses.

Her dark, curly hair tumbled chaotically over her shoulders, as unruly as ever. It always looked great in pictures but required constant effort to manage in reality. Golden hair—perfect and gleaming—felt like a promise of a new Monica, one who wouldn’t have to fix anything.

And then, she felt it.

A gentle warmth spread from her scalp. At first, it was subtle, like the tickle of sunlight on her skin. Monica furrowed her brows, raising a hand to touch her hair. It felt hot under her fingers, as if an unfamiliar energy pulsed beneath it. The warmth intensified, spreading from the roots to the very tips.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, running her fingers through her locks. She could feel the texture changing beneath her touch—becoming smoother, silkier.

She glanced up at the sun visor mirror and froze. Starting from the roots, her hair began to glow, the golden hue cascading downward like liquid light. The color was striking, as though every strand had been dipped in sunlight. The shine was almost blinding. Monica couldn’t tear her eyes away.

The warmth continued to hum through her scalp, and her hair fell heavily onto her shoulders. Its movement was mesmerizing—waves rippling down her back, each shift catching the light as though the gold within it were alive. Monica ran her fingers through her hair, now sleek as liquid silk.

Her breathing quickened as the strands softly draped over her neck. The hair felt heavier than ever, as though it truly had transformed into molten metal. “This is… incredible,” she whispered, watching the light highlight every contour of her face.

Raising her hands, she touched the tips of her hair, which felt cool against her skin while still radiating warmth. Her hoodie stretched slightly across her chest as she sat up straighter with pride. In the mirror, she saw how the golden waves contrasted perfectly with her darker complexion, emphasizing every detail.

Monica picked up her phone, switching to the front-facing camera. She studied her reflection, sweeping her hair over one shoulder to better showcase its brilliance. She snapped one photo, then another—each more daring than the last. Her lips curled into a triumphant smile as she reviewed the images.

“Now I’m truly a goddess,” she murmured, running her hand through her hair and marveling at the golden highlights shimmering in the light.

Tilting her head, she let her hair cascade down her back, her dark eyes meeting the phone’s camera with a look of almost defiant confidence. She hit “save” and glanced at the mirror once more.

“No one will be able to take their eyes off me now,” she said softly, her voice almost caressing the air. Monica knew this was just the beginning.

JULIET

Juliet sat in her room, staring at her phone screen. The day outside was overcast, the light filtering through the window casting a pale glow on her skin, emphasizing her delicate features. Her face bore a mixture of boredom and unease. She felt like her presence here was a mistake. “I shouldn’t even be part of this circus,” she thought, clenching her jaw and grinding her teeth.

Her phone vibrated softly, a reminder about the challenge, but Juliet was already prepared. She’d spent the day monitoring her rivals, trying to anticipate their moves. Nicole—always the biggest threat. Juliet had purchased a trap for her and felt a thrill of satisfaction when the app assigned her the "No Notification" debuff. “Serves you right, office queen,” she thought with a smirk.

Between her preparations, Juliet did what she excelled at—stalking her former friends on social media. Amy, Monica, Nicole—all of them seemed to be living lives she envied. Amy was still in her perfect relationship with her high school boyfriend, a stark reminder of how Nicole used to cast envious glances at him. Nicole, perpetually elegant, posted photos from corporate events, radiating an aura of unattainable perfection. And Monica? Monica paraded as if she owned the world, flooding her profiles with pictures of beaches, clubs, and upscale restaurants. But Juliet knew the truth—Monica wasn’t studying, had no plans for the future, and her barista job was far from the glamorous life she portrayed.

“Not like me…” Juliet thought, biting her lip. She hadn’t even bothered applying to colleges. She couldn’t see the point. Everything felt meaningless.

She swallowed hard, a familiar lump forming in her throat. Her thoughts drifted to the boyfriend she had for a few months. They’d met online when she was **** to fill the void left by her lost friendships. It was a mistake—a massive one. Not only had he tried to change her, but he’d also signed her up for the BoB App without her consent. “Great, now I’m fighting for normalcy because of his fucking decision.”

A notification from the app snapped her out of her thoughts. The task was simple: remove your underwear but keep the rest of your clothes on. Juliet, dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, was in her natural habitat—the four walls of her room.

She got to work immediately. Grabbing the waistband of her pants, she slid them off her hips in one smooth motion. The fabric brushed lightly against her skin, leaving a cool sensation along her thighs. Her body shivered slightly, but she didn’t dwell on it.

She bent down to remove her panties when her door creaked open.

“Dinner’s ready, Juliet!” her mom’s voice broke her concentration. Her heart raced, almost leaping out of her chest.

“Not now, Mom! I’ll be down in a minute!” she called out, trying to sound calm even though she felt like she might explode.

She slammed the door shut and leaned against it, closing her eyes. Her breathing was quick and shallow, her hands trembling slightly as she returned to the task. She pulled her T-shirt up just enough to reach the clasp of her bra.

“Just do it,” she thought, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up her neck. The straps snagged slightly on the fabric of her shirt, only adding to her frustration. With a firm tug, she freed herself from the thin material.

Her breasts, small but perky, were pale and firm. The skin was lighter than the rest of her body, almost milk-like. Her nipples, soft pink and slightly hardened, betrayed both the chill of her room and the tension running through her.

Her eyes inadvertently caught her reflection in the mirror. For a moment, she stared, seeing more of herself than she wanted to—delicate curves, subtle lines of her body. Her pubic mound, covered in a fine, light fuzz, was visible as she slid her panties to the floor. “It’s just me… no one’s watching,” she repeated in her mind, though the shame still lingered.

Looking at her naked reflection made her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, half-expecting someone to burst into her room. Hastily, she pulled her sweatpants back on and threw her T-shirt over her head. Relief at completing the task was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety of checking her rank.

“I have to be first…” she thought, staring at her phone. The leaderboard appeared seconds later. Second place. Her heart sank.

"How is that possible?! How did Amy beat me?!" She clenched her phone tightly, scrutinizing Amy’s schedule for an explanation.

She exhaled sharply upon seeing Nicole at the bottom of the list. “At least the trap worked,” she thought with a hint of satisfaction. But before she could savor the small victory, a message popped up on her screen: “Your Bimbo Box: Skills.”

Her eyes fixated on the icon of a hand making an “OK” sign. She swallowed hard, tension rippling through her body. “No… Not this. Anal? Hand jobs?!” Her thoughts raced wildly. When the app revealed the chosen skill as an icon of lips, her heart stopped for a moment.

Oral Master - Juliet becomes an unparalleled expert in the art of using her mouth to please, whether through passionate kisses or more intimate acts.

The words on the screen hit her harder than she anticipated. She touched her lips, which suddenly felt fuller and softer. A faint pulse buzzed beneath the surface, as though a new energy had taken root there. Swallowing nervously, her tongue instinctively brushed her lower lip, sending a strange tingling sensation through her.

“God… What did they do to me?” she whispered, staring at her reflection. Her lips seemed more alluring, almost hypnotic. Her cheeks flushed as she imagined the implications of this change.

“I hope I never have to find out how well this works,” she muttered, setting her phone aside, though the warmth in her lips lingered, refusing to let her forget.

[Back to studio]

Jack appeared on the screen, rubbing his hands together in a gesture of pure excitement. His eyes sparkled with mischief, as though he was savoring every bit of chaos unfolding in the game.

"Ah, my dear viewers, what a first round that was! But this… this is just the beginning," he announced, his voice dripping with anticipation. "To add a little extra… drama, we’ve unlocked a shared chat for the girls. Now they can… discuss? Strategize? Or maybe just throw accusations. Hmm, we’ll find out soon enough." Jack chuckled briefly, the irony in his laugh unmistakable.

He leaned closer to the camera, as if sharing a juicy secret with his audience. "But that’s not all! After completing the first task, each of our contestants has unlocked bonus tasks. Optional, of course, but oh-so-rewarding. Shall we take a look at what they’ve chosen? Oh, I think we shall."

The screen shifted to display the tasks, and Jack, ever the commentator, began his analysis.

Amy

"Ah, our quiet and modest Amy. Or is she? Take a look at these tasks!" Jack gestured dramatically to the screen, where Amy's options appeared:

• Drop your wet panties into someone’s bag – $2,000 (Completed)
• Sign up for a glory hole – $10,000
• Flash a random passerby – $1,000 (Completed)

Jack raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Amy, Amy… are we finally seeing a bolder side of you? I must say, your… determination is truly inspiring. Let’s see how far you’re willing to go."

Monica

"And now, our drama queen – Monica. Let’s check out her list of tasks. Isn’t it just perfectly tailored to her personality?"

• Give someone a handjob – $4,000 (Completed)
• Get a random piercing – $2,000
• Post nudes on Instagram – $8,000

Jack leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a playful smirk. "Oh, Monica, are you ready to risk it all for some extra points? Or is it simply your love for the spotlight? Either way, we’re eager to see what you’ll do next."

Juliet

"And now for Juliet—our mysterious, seemingly reserved contestant. But is she, though?" Jack’s eyes glinted with intrigue as the screen displayed her tasks:

• Eat an ice cream in public – $2,000 (Completed)
• Buy a set of large adult toys – $3,000 (Completed)
• Sign up for a BDSM room – $6,000

"Hmm, Juliet, who would’ve thought you had such… boldness? Are you finally taking control of your game? If so, we’re cheering for you every step of the way."

Nicole

"Finally, our relentless perfectionist, Nicole. Always the one to set the tone, but let’s see what her tasks have in store for her."

• Give someone a blowjob – $5,000
• Give two guys a handjob at the same time – $15,000
• Get a lip piercing – $3,000

Jack burst into laughter, throwing his head back. "Oh, Nicole, darling… that $15,000 task may push even you and your impressive drive to the limit. But knowing you, ambition will always win out. Best of luck, my dear."

"The tasks will be available until the next round… which is NOW!" Jack exclaimed, pausing for dramatic effect, his hand raised like a conductor about to strike the first note.

"The perfect time for the contestants to receive their next challenge. Ladies, are you ready? I hope so, because your next challenge starts… NOW!"

His voice brimmed with excitement as the screen cut to Nicole, her expression a mix of dread and determination.

"Let’s see how Nicole—and the rest of our contestants—handle this one. Oh-ho, it’s about to get spicy!" Jack’s laughter echoed as the screen transitioned to the next scene.

NICOLE

Nicole sat in the quiet of her small apartment, trying to block out the events of the day. The soft glow from the lamp above the table bathed the room in a warm light, creating an illusion of calm—something she desperately needed. Yet, her thoughts circled endlessly around the tasks presented by the app.

"Handjobs… Blowjob… what a disgusting challenges," she thought, biting her lower lip. A shiver ran through her at the mere thought of what could happen if she were **** to go through with it. The idea of her lips swelling further was a risk she couldn’t afford to take. The app's demands felt like a relentless **** on her dignity.

She considered using the "Delete" feature on the "Lips" category—the first use was free, and in her situation, it seemed like the perfect escape. But deep down, she knew it was only delaying the inevitable. "If I can just hold off, maybe it won’t be as bad," she sighed, trying to convince herself.

Her eyes fell to the table, where her dinner plate rested. Beneath her face, a small puddle of saliva had formed, dripping steadily from her perpetually parted lips. She still hadn’t gotten used to the lack of control, and the shame cut deeper than she cared to admit. "At least I’m alone. Here, I don’t have to worry about being seen."

Needing a distraction, she decided to make strategic investments with the rewards she had earned in the game. She had 3 Bimbo Shards and several thousand dollars saved—money she had painstakingly accumulated over the years. Nicole spent $3,000 to increase the number of options in her Bimbo Box to five, ensuring that ties would no longer occur.

She also purchased the ability to see who voted for each option, spending another $1,000. "Knowledge is power," she thought, satisfaction blooming as the app confirmed her purchase. Finally, she bought two "Dead Phone" and "No Notification" items as a contingency plan for the future. Altogether, she spent $9,000, a sum that stung more than she wanted to admit. Her savings were significantly reduced, but she felt ready for whatever the game threw at her next.

Setting her phone down on the table, she stood to start washing the dishes. "The next challenge probably won’t come for a few days," she thought, trying to occupy her hands with something mundane. But then her phone vibrated.

"Flash somebody who hasn’t seen your treasures!"

Nicole stared at the screen, her heart racing. "Now?!" She saw the timer ticking down, each second amplifying the risk of being overtaken by the other contestants.

Her mind raced through her options. She lived on the second floor, and the stairwell was likely empty at this hour. Nicole rushed to the window, her heart pounding and her thoughts a chaotic mess. Did she really have to do this? Was there any other way? She knew hesitation would only cost her. Every second mattered. Swiftly, she pulled back the curtain, revealing the street below.

The world outside was cast in twilight. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and crimson. Nicole leaned out, her elbows resting on the windowsill. The cool evening air brushed against her face, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her perpetually parted lips, a curse from the app, glistened with moisture. A droplet of saliva formed at the edge of her mouth, sliding down to her chin before falling unnoticed onto her shirt. Nicole was too focused on the scene outside to care.

She spotted them: three teenage boys standing under a streetlamp a few meters away. They were laughing and chatting loudly, their carefree demeanor a stark contrast to her turmoil. Nicole’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the windowsill.

"God, this is humiliating," she thought, her cheeks flushing with heat. Her parted lips betrayed every emotion, her breath quick and shallow as more saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth, dripping steadily onto her already damp shirt.

"Hey, you there!" she called out, her voice firm but tinged with desperation.

The boys turned immediately. Their chatter ceased, and their eyes locked onto her. Nicole felt as though she’d been cornered, their gazes heavy with curiosity and surprise. One of them raised an eyebrow, as if silently asking, "What’s this about?"

"Just do it… quickly," she told herself. Her trembling hands found the hem of her shirt. The fabric was soft but cool to the touch, a stark reminder of the absurdity of the situation.

Taking a deep breath—her open mouth letting out a soft, uneven exhale—she pulled her shirt upward in one swift motion.

Nicole’s breasts were suddenly exposed to the chilly evening air. They were full and naturally rounded, perfectly complementing her toned, tanned skin. Her nipples, darker than most, were slightly raised, a mix of cold and adrenaline coursing through her.

From the boys’ perspective, the sight was almost mesmerizing. Her bare chest, illuminated by the fading sunlight, seemed like something out of a dream. Nicole could feel the weight of their stares, each second stretching into eternity as their eyes roved over her exposed skin.

Time slowed. In her mind, there was only silence—shame, humiliation, and an overwhelming urge to flee. Another drop of saliva fell from her open lips, landing on the white fabric of her shirt still bunched around her midsection. The stain spread slowly, unnoticed by her.

"Enough." Her thoughts snapped back into focus. Dropping her shirt took a second, but in her mind, it felt like an eternity. She slammed the window shut with a loud thud, quickly drawing the curtains.

Leaning against the wall, her hands shook as her breathing came in ragged gasps. Her face burned with embarrassment, her heart hammering in her chest. She glanced down at her shirt—a wet stain from her saliva spread across the fabric.

"That was awful…" Her thoughts were chaotic, a mix of shame and anger. "At least I’m first. I have to be first."

She grabbed her phone, nearly dropping it in her haste. The notification flashed:

"You’ve completed Task 2! You were second."

Nicole froze. Her face hardened as a fiery anger began to boil deep within her.

"Second? How the hell?!" She opened the leaderboard:

Juliet

Nicole

Monica

Amy

"Juliet beat me?!" Her hands clenched around the phone, another drop of saliva landing on the screen and smearing the display.

Nicole took a deep breath, trying to contain the storm of emotions within her. Her face was red, her hair disheveled, and her shirt damp with humiliating evidence of her struggle. She wouldn’t forget this.

"Next time," she whispered, her voice trembling with determination, "I’ll make sure they don’t stand a chance.

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Voting! Still open!

_Nicole’s Bimbo Box: _Nipples

• Buttel Nipples
• Sensitive As Fuck
• Overused Nipples
• Visible Through Bra
• Permanently Hard

https://strawpoll.com/e6Z2AvMG8gN

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Monica’s Bimbo Box: Libido

• In Heat
• Baby Fever
• All Day, Every Day

https://strawpoll.com/3RnYX3GEDye

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Amy’s Bimbo Box: Ass (last place takes two)

• Ass So Fat It Talks Back
• Phat? More Like FAT!
• BBL Queen
• Backshot Best View
• Best Seat In House

https://strawpoll.com/PKgleVLvpZp

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Previous Votes, Ep 2, Juliet, Monica, Nicole As you can see it was close, wow. I didn't expect a draw
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*Author Note*
Thanks for stopping by and reading another chapter! As you can see, things are heating up, and there are still plenty of surprises ahead for the girls. If you’ve got any ideas for challenges that could push the contestants into making unusual or bold choices, drop them in the comments or feel free to message me directly—I always appreciate your creativity! ;3

New chapters are on the way, so stay tuned to see what’s next!