What's Courtney Up To?

Courtney was ready to lose her shit.

After a frustrating day on set, she was disappointed with her hotel accommodations. Particularly, her bathroom. She could barely fit the tip of her dick inside the bowl, much less aim her cock and piss properly. Her first attempt ended in a mess and when she tried to cram into the shower, she could only wash her testicles one ball at a time. With the other sagging over the edge of the tub. Then when it was time for dinner, she was upset to hear that room service would not deliver to her room and that she would have to get it from the buffet herself. At first, she refused but after an hour she rationalized that it didn't matter if people saw her or not. Once the show aired, everyone would see her full-grown penis eventually. Though she would have appreciated some pants.

After a mediocre dinner, Courtney was ready to turn in for the night when a note was slipped under her door. Unaccustomed to running with her new endowments, Courtney didn't make it in time to catch the culprit in the act. There was some trial and error in squatting to pick up the paper without sitting on and squishing her nuts but when she grabbed it, it read:

IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT TO THE FINAL THREE.

COME TO ROOM 313 ALONE AT MIDNIGHT.

It was suspicious but it piqued her interest. If this was genuine, then this could improve her odds of winning the competition and using the prize money to turn herself back to normal. If not, it was probably a prank and she was going to make whoever was behind this suffer. She waited until midnight and knocked on the door. If this was her first season, she might have been surprised by the person who answered the door. However, it wasn't so she wasn't surprised to find Heather on the other side of the doorway.

"Courtney! So glad you could make it!" She welcomed cheerfully.

"I'm not interested in an alliance," Courtney coldly rejected. "Especially with you." She was about to go back to her room when Heather grabbed her arm and pulled her in.

"Not so fast," Heather warned, dropping her friendly approach. "Just hear me out before you do anything hasty."

With her balls wedged in the doorframe, Courtney was not in a position to argue. "Ugh, fine. Make it quick though."

"Fine by me." Heather released her guest and waited for her to pry loose her ballsack. She showed Courtney into her nearly identical room. Eva was sitting on the end of the bed.

"Seriously? You invited her?" Eva questioned.

"I was just thinking the same thing," said Courtney.

"Save the drama for the show, ladies," Interrupted Heather. "We're not here to fight each other. We're here to make an alliance."

"No, you're here to make an alliance," corrected Courtney. "I was promised a chance to reach the finals but if you're in charge, forget it. I've seen how well your other alliances turned out and I'm not impressed. Everyone knows how you work."

"Then you should know that while my methods can be....excessive, I've gotten results. A lot farther than you did, as I recall."

"Bite me." Courtney turned and started to walk out of the room.

"You must also know that we aren't exactly fan favorites." Once Heather said that, Courtney stopped short of the door. "You can deny it all you want, but the three of us aren't exactly beloved by the public OR the other contestants."

"What are you talking about? People like me."

"Sure, you might have a small following but I've seen what they write about us online. I'm the bitchy queen bee, you're stick-in-the-mud control freak, and Eva is the buff girl. No one's rooting for us and if someone else wins, you can bet they aren't going to go out of their way to help us."

Courtney didn't want to consider the possibility of her losing and being stuck like this. There was no way she could run for office when she's more hung than an elephant.

"Besides, it's only a matter of time before the others group up. You saw how chummy Bridgette, Leshawna, and Gwen were today. Katie and Sadie are stuck at the hip, Lindsay and Beth are obnoxiously close. All that leaves us is the psychotic superfan and the psychotic torso girl. If we don't team up soon, the rest are going to realize that they got the advantage over us."

It pained her to admit it but Heather was making a lot of good points. It would be nice to have teammates to fall back on. Looking at Eva, Courtney asked, "Do you trust her?"

"Hell no," Eva answered. "But I don't need to trust her. I just need her to take out the competition. Once we're down to the final five, it's every girl for herself."

"Exactly," Affirmed Heather. "We don't have to like each other. We just have to help each other reach the end."

"IF you get chosen, that is," Courtney reminded them. "There's a good chance that you two might not get selected. Or worse, you end up like Izzy and end up a hindrance."

"Not as big of a hindrance as your dick. What happens if there's a challenge and those nuts slow you down? You'll need all the help you can get. On AND off the set~"

By this point, Heather placed a hand on Courtney's glans and rubbed it like a genie's lamp. A tingle ran up her cock as raised ever so slightly. Courtney blushed and swung her hips away. "I-I-I-I-I'm straight, damn it!"

"Don't act like I didn't see you checking out Bridgette and Leshawna. I'm not here to judge. I'm here to win. If that means exchanging favors now and then and making sure this is my last season of Total Drama, so be it. It wouldn't surprise me if Blaineley is planning to have us fuck each other at some point."

Courtney's cock lurched up a little when Heather mentioned that and the C.I.T. struggled to press it down. "I...I'll think about it."

"Sure, sleep on it. But you'd better have an answer before the cameras start rolling tomorrow. Got it?"

She nodded and stepped out into the hallway. It was a risky proposition but if it paid off, Courtney could guarantee herself a spot in the final. If nothing else it would ensure that she would make it farther than Gwen. She could almost imagine the horror on her face when Gwen gets eliminated. That would teach that no-good, boyfriend-smooching succubus a lesson. The more she thought about it, the harder her cock became. Realizing this, she shook the notion out of her head and walked back to her room. A cold shower was just what she needed before heading to bed.