Her friends cheer her on.

The heat of the spotlights was almost as bad as the hundreds of eyes watching Bridgette's every movement. Waiting for her to fuck up and make a fool out of herself. She went into this thinking there had to be some fans that would be supporting her but only now did she remember what show she was on. No one was rooting for her to win. They all just wanted her to amuse and disgust them so they could feel better about themselves. If that was the case, they could gawk all they wanted but she refused to exert herself with no one on her side.

"Don't give up, Bridgette! You can do this!"

Bridgette raised her head and looked to where the other contestants were seated. From the top row, Gwen stood up with her shaft dangling beneath her legs. "Show those surf boards what you're made of!

"What are you doing?" hissed Courtney. "She's our competition."

"She's our friend," Gwen corrected. Sticking out her tongue, she gagged, "Ugh, that was so sappy."

"You got this girl!" Leshawna joined in. "Show 'em how big girls get it done!"

"Go, Britney, Go!" Lindsay cheered.

"Izzy likes seeing stuff get smashed!" Izzy shouted.

One by one, the audience started chanting Bridgette's name and suddenly she didn't feel as hopeless as she did a moment ago. Pressing her palms on the floor, Bridgette hoisted herself and got back. The crowd cheered as she stood and jumped onto a nearby surfboard. After acquiring her second wind, Bridgette bounced from one board to another. Racking up points and shattering perfectly good boards while her body jiggled like a particular gelatin-based dessert.

"With two minutes on the clock, Bridgette's score is up to 61," Blaineley reported. "She's got one point in the bag but can she score another?"

Time was running out and while Bridgette was huffing and puffing like a marathon runner, she wasn't about to give up just yet. Not while her friends were rooting for her. There were still plenty of surfboards to smash but there was no way she could jump forty more times. Rather than work harder, she decided to work smarter. Squatting down, Bridgette picked the boards off the floor carefully trying to not lose her balance. Every dip placed her belly on top of her knees and caused her ass to stick out. Giving the audience a lot to ogle and get a few disgusted groans.

She ignored the crowd and piled the boards up in the center of the stage into stacks of three. With only a minute left, the audience wasn't sure what the obese surfer was up to. Some shouted for her to start stomping again but their suggestions went unheard. Bridgette backed away from the piles and with a running start charged at the first pile, jumped, and came crashing down butt-first on the boards. The counter went up by eight with forty seconds left on the timer. The crowd was in an uproar ushering Bridgette to get back up. A task easier said than done.

Rising onto her feet, Bridgette readied herself for another leap. Her thighs were on fire and she was gasping more than a fish on dry land. Yet she powered through and took another leap and brought her butt down on another pile of boards. Raising her tally by ten and her total to 94. Eighteen seconds remained and Bridgette was running on fumes. If this was what Owen had to deal with on a daily basis, Bridgette underestimated the gas bag.

Her rear was getting sore from all the board bashing and her legs were ready to give out at any moment. Rationally, she should be pacing herself but time was not on her side. Standing back up and glaring at her final target, Bridgette rushed in for one last slam but fumbled on the jump. Resulting in her belly flopping onto the final pile as if it were a pile of raked leaves. The crowd and contestants all cringed before turning their collective gaze to the counter. Watching the numbers with bated breath as Bridgette picked herself up and the timer buzzed.

"And our final total is...." Blaineley held the announcement for dramatic effect and for the counter to display the results. "101!" The studio erupted in applause and Bridgette collapsed on the ground. Her body so tired that it couldn't possibly move another inch. "So Bridgette, how's it feel to pull ahead of Gwen and Courtney?"

Bridgette sucked in as much air as she could before giving Blaineley a straight answer. Right as she opened her mouth, her stomach sounded off with a gurgle that caught both women off-guard. "Seriously? How am I hungry after all that?"

"Oh yeah, that was the other problem with the drink. It not only converts into fat instantly but also increases the consumer's appetite." Sierra explained.

"Remind me to have your mouth removed if you get called up," threatened Blaineley. "But for now, let's give it up for Bridgette!"

The audience applauded and Gwen and Leshawna arrived to help their friend up. Bridgette took Leshawna's hand and reached for Gwen's hand but grabbed her cock by mistake. Gasps rang out as Bridgette used the dick for support and got into a standing position. Bridgette was so wiped out, she hadn't even noticed until she was back on her feet and when she did, her face was as red as her sore rear end as was Gwen's. Immediately, she removed her hand and put them around Leshawna and Gwen. Who helped her back up to her seat.

Fortunately, it was on the bottom row but she still had to squeeze past Courtney, Sierra, and Eva. Bridgette feared upsetting Eva the most given their history together and feared the worst when her paunch grazed the back of the bodybuilder's neck. She sat down in a seat a third her size and held her breath when she looked over. To her amazement, Eva nodded to her. Presumably out of respect. Now all Bridgette had to worry about was her seat not breaking.

"Alright, folks," Blaineley stated. "We're gonna take a short break to clean up the set and when we come back, our 4th contestant will be transformed and receive her challenge. On Total...Drama....Fetish!"

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