Faith 1: Some competitive treachery during Under Achiever Challenge

Faith was currently at a deep, deep luckiness deficit, so there’s no way she’d pick “Ante Up!”

“Spring Spray Soirée” sounded like some really fancy wildcard option that could be anything.

But Faith needed the home field advantage, and currently she was deep in hopefully what would turn out to be rock bottom. The only place to go was up, and the others were gonna witness her rising as a phoenix. The ultimate underdog story starts at rock bottom, and for that reason she plucked “Under Achiever” from the board.

SCHWOOP. The other cards sucked back into the board.

Faith began reading aloud. “Under Achiever. Challenge. The other players hold up a pole that you must limbo under. Starting at forehead height and lowering by one hand at a time, you must succeed five times. Alright, this sounds easy!”

Faith shot up, her excitement renewed. She ushered Mia toward the kitchen, telling her to find a pole.

Sophie followed and taunted her. “Yeah right, you’ve got the flexibility of a paper clip!”

“Paperclips are super bendy, you nitwit!” Faith countered.

“Yeah well, let’s try using your spine to hold a stack of paper together. I’m sure Big Business Mia over here has some paperwork…” said Sophie, rubbing her fingers together, motioning toward the Birthday Girl, and referencing Mia’s new job.

“Let’s leave the banter to the master,” Mia said to Sophie. Faith just laughed and nodded in agreement at Mia implying Sophie’s comeback was, in fact, quite lame.

Mia appeared from the pantry with a broom and dustpan combo. “Will this work?” she asked.

It was a standard kitchen broom and would work just fine. Sophie took the broom end while Mia held the handle. The long stand-up dustpan was detached from a hook halfway down the pole and set aside. Sophie unscrewed the end of the broom and placed it with the dustpan. Aside from the small hook perfectly at the midpoint designed to hold on the dustpan when not in use, it became just a standard pole. If they kept the hook pointed up, it would function just right as a limbo pole.

They picked a spot in the living room off to the side, and held the pole up to their foreheads. Mia had almost 3 inches on Sophie, so their limbo pole was slightly tilted.

“Hey, keep it level!” demanded Faith.

Mia went to lower her side but Sophie stopped her and gave an exaggerated shrug. She insisted, “Sorry babe it says hold it up to our foreheads…”

“Whatever, let’s do this,” said Faith as she got into position to start.

The first of the five rounds was easy, Faith barely had to lean back at all.

The first snag happened when Sophie held up her hand to lower the pole the first time. She held her hand vertically, forearm down and fingers up, to measure the next spot for the pole.

“No way, if you do hands like that I’m gonna need to limbo under your ankles! That’s not in the spirit of the challenge!” snarled Faith.

Sophie just gave a soft chortle and immediately relented, she didn’t think she was gonna get away with that. The girls measured with a sideways hand as could be expected for non-Olympic-level limbo-ers as Sophie wracked her brain for ways to get inside Faith’s head.

The second round was as quick as the first. The pole was just under their noses, and Faith quickly shuffled under while leaning back a fair bit.

The third round was just under chin height, and Faith had a bit more trouble balancing for this one, but ultimately did it with relative ease.

The fourth round is where things heated up. The pole was now at about nipple height for both the other girls, and Faith grunted with exertion as she started. She shifted a bit closer to Mia, since her end was a bit higher, but Sophie shimmied the whole trio with her to keep her centered.

“Spirit of the challenge,” Sophie said. Faith just angrily hummed in response, and stayed centered for round four.

Faith’s bare tummy led the way as she leaned back. Her chest bulged upward as she curled her spine. Suspenders framed her taut abs as she shuffled forward. Her breasts just barely cleared the pole, she held her breath to stop her heaving chest and heavy breathing, then finished her journey and cleared her head as well.

Faith caught her breath and got ready as the others were measuring for the final round. Now the pole was aligned just above their belly buttons, and this was gonna be so much harder than Faith initially thought.

Sophie had a glint in her eye. During the last round, she saw it. Her moment was approaching, and Sophie knew just what to do to get Faith to falter here.

After she regained her composure, Faith hyped herself up, leaned back, and hobbled forward.

Mia quietly cheered her on, and Sophie joined her. Sophie was waiting for her moment to strike, and wanted to get Faith into a false sense of security, so she tried to go under the radar during Operation Make Faith Fall On Her Ass.

Faith repeated her previous journey. Her tight tummy danced forward, with her outstretched torso, neck, and head following in a conga line. Her shirt was pulled tight with her stretching, and her midriff all the way up to her sternum came into view. Her legs needed to be extremely spread to lower her height, and her skirt rode halfway up her thighs. She held her breath again and wobbled her bulging breasts toward the pole. Faith finally got the lean just right and victory was in sight. She did tiny half inch hops to move forward. Her upturned boobs finally crossed the threshold as Sophie made her move.

Sophie spun the pole at just the most opportune time. The tiny hook, normally designed to hold the dustpan on when stored, spun around and snagged Sophie’s target.

Faith stopped her tiny hops in their tiny tracks. She wasn’t sure if she was touching the pole from her angle, and definitely couldn’t lift her head up to check mid-limbo. She tried shimmying forward to get this over with before she loses steam.

As she shuffled and shuffled, her shirt pulled and pulled. Faith’s exposed tummy expanded to her exposed sternum and finally, by the time Faith was a few more inches forward, it expanded to a whole lot of underboob.

Sophie had hooked the hook not only onto Faith’s metal T-shirt, but under her bra as well. Internally, she couldn’t believe her eyes as her plan came to fruition in a completely different way than she intended. She wanted to snag her and trip her up, not strip her.

Mia gasped and her eyes went wide as Faith was about to flop out of her shirt!

Faith took a couple more tiny steps forward. She knew something was up and naturally reached up her hands, but lowered them so she wouldn’t fail due to cheating. Whatever it was, she couldn’t get Sophie The Big Fat Rules Lawyer on her case over it. Finally, she tried one more tiny stumble forward.

Faith’s shirt and bra were pulled back so far that two half globes of wobbly flesh were visible right up to some exposed areola. Her nipples were living on the precipice of presentation. Any more movement and surely both titties would drop into the open air. Now all three women were holding their breath.

Faith pushed forward one last time and the hook stayed put. Her bra and shirt were lifted up, and… Faith flopped flat on the floor, exhausted. A small ripping sound was heard as she fell, and the trio took a moment to collectively catch their breath.

“Come on, I was so close! What’d you guys do anyways?!” Faith asked as she grabbed at the pole. She inspected the basic pole and found the culprit. She rotated the pole to see the hook’s snagging action. A very small piece of black fabric was still stuck in the hook as well. Faith put two and two together, and looked down at her Barren Epidermis T-shirt and two half-uncovered boobs greeting the afternoon air of Mia’s living room.

Faith let out an uncharacteristic yelp, fixed her bra, yanked her shirt back into place all the way down to her belly button. “Aww, my shirt! What the hell?” she grunted. Faith stood up and poked her bare abdomen with her finger through a hole in her shirt. The hem and logo were still intact, but an almost circular hole about the size of her fist sat right there above her belly button, right on her lower rib cage. Her bra wasn’t visible, but her shirt would never be the same.

Faith lunged, wanting to rain down a storm of deserved slaps upon Sophie. Before her first blow landed, all three of them heard a sound that stopped the moment in its tracks.

P’TIIING!

Several feet away, with no one around it or interacting with it at all, three cards peeked out from the board.

They all approached the coffee table and sat down on the couch with varying confused and concerned looks on their faces. Faith withheld her anger over her ruined shirt and completely stunted progress within the game for now.

“H-How did it know?” Mia asked.

“Gotta be a microphone…” mumbled Sophie in a very unconvincing manner.

“Microphone? It’s not like we said win or lose. Are you saying it heard my ass thud on the carpet?” asked Faith.

“Coincidence? Maybe this one was timed too, and because we didn’t let it know the result, it guessed you lost?” hypothesized Sophie.

“But my card doesn’t say Timed Challenge like hers did,” reasoned Faith. She took a look at the discard pile and placed her card in the divot on top of Mia’s. “And we didn’t hear a timer.”

Sophie just shrugged with a confused look on her face. She couldn’t come up with a reason beyond maybe the cards being written poorly, but didn’t verbalize that thought. "Come to think of it, we didn't hit anything for Mia's turn either," Sophie pointed out.

An eerie feeling pervaded the quiet room. The trio leaned in to read Faith’s card choices.

All three cards had the word PUNISHMENT in red below the titles. The titles were “Double Trouble”, “Slow Your Roll”, and “Loot Goblin”.

“Punishment? Oh come on, I can’t catch a break…” lamented Faith.