Facing the sixth ball

I steeled myself for the dreaded pressure to resume, but suddenly gasped as I felt fingers sliding over my oversensitive clit. My overactive sex drive kicked in, and I shuddered and moaned at the unexpected surge of heat. Then the sixth ball started its slow push inside me, and the intensity of the anal sensations combined with my helpless heat to turn me into a wet, squirming, squealing mess.

"Laura and Erica are now contending with the studs and cuties as well as the back door love machines. Both contenders have previously been erotically enhanced, and are now experiencing waves of intense sensations. The sixth ball is reaching critical depth, however, and will soon announce its presence, if it hasn't already. Who will blink first?"

Holy shit. The sixth ball was a mother. My knuckles whitened as the sixth ball slowly, inexorably pushed its way into my rounded bimbo ass. My breathing was ragged and shallow, but as steady as I could make it. I was trying to focus on my heat, my pleasure, anything, but the increasing pressure and burning from that thick round ball was stretching me beyond my ability to concentrate. The endless flow of pseudo-semen continued as well, and I was so embarrassing full back there.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't. It felt like they were pushing a bowling ball up my ass. My teeth were clenched and sweat dotted my forehead. This was it. I looked at Laura as I prepared to give myself up for permanent bimbification.

I couldn't see her. The stage was dark except for my spotlight. And that's when it registered that Laura's siren had sounded and her spotlight was off.

I had won.

I had won!

"Laura has capitulated!" said Paul. "Laura has capitulated! Erica has won this round by standing tall in the Anal Off! The crowd is going wild!"

The crowd was cheering for me, and in a twisted way it felt good. I had given everything I had for this win, and it was nice to hear them recognize that. I knew they would turn on me in a heartbeat, but for this one moment, they were mine.

Of course, that feeling was nothing compared to how good it felt when the back door love machine pulled out of my ass.

The techs descended then to undo the straps and clean off the lube. We got off the platforms very gingerly. Before I even had a chance to dress, Biff stepped up and put his arm around my shoulders.

"Well done, Erica. Your first victory!" said Biff. "Well, they say you have neither lived nor loved until you've had the fifth ball snuggled in your posterior. What's your take on that, Erica?"

My answer to that question was bleeped, as well as my offer to let Biff experience the sensations offered by ball number five first hand.