Allen breathed hard as he leaned against a tree, his opponent was barely conscious and would be collected with the rest of the "fallen" tributes soon. He was winded but felt alive, more than the last one he felled. The games were starting to get to him.
The first night they announced eight fell to the sound of the PanAm anthem and a news scrawl, followed by the display of each tribute, their dimensions and the sound of a cannon shot. Allen replayed the last couple days in his head. The mad dash at the start led away from the eventual melee in front of the cornucopia, he didn't pay attention beyond looking for other tributes trying to fight him. He managed to grab a small supply bag and ran for the tree line as fast as his legs could carry him. He could hear the shouts and screams of the others behind him but he was only concentrating on getting away, he would figure out a plan after he was safe.
By the end of the first day many of the remaining tributes had paired up, men and women from the same districts worked as teams, others found teammates in tributes who were without a partner now, the rest were like Allen, fending for themselves. Allen had made it through day one without a fight, day two was largely the same, today he barely escaped a guy from district one, one of the feared careers. Careers were raised in special academies and became some of the fiercest fighters and fuckers in all of PanAm. They would hope to be chosen, or some would volunteer each year wanting their chance to compete and win, most of the time at least one career made it to the end and won.
He tried stretching and heard a tearing in his outfit. His arms and legs had almost doubled in size from the first day. He started tearing open his suit but remembered his mentors words. "It's a show, it's all for entertainment, if you want to win you need more sponsors, to get more sponsors you need to play the game. It's about sex appeal, use what you have and what you get." She said. He reached down and tore off the top half of his outfit, revealing his newly increased muscular torso to the hidden cameras around him. He checked himself, he had abs, what started as a bit of bulk was now a six pack, his upper half was a more defined V shape tapering at his waist. Looking himself over he gave a grunt of approval, hopefully loud enough for the microphones to pick up, before reaching to his legs and tearing more material from his suit to make a pair of shorts, his bulky thighs and newly enlarged genitals were still stuffed in what was left of the suit but he didn't want to be naked yet. Everyone ended up naked by the end.
The communicator at his wrist lit up and chirped. "Good evening, congratulations on your fight, the game masters wish to invite you to the cornucopia, you and female tribute have been selected to enjoy a night of rest and sexual satisfaction." He read the message and sighed as it faded. Someone either paid money for him to have sex with one of the girls or the game makers thought it would be entertaining, it made sense since he'd made it a few days in without losing and had beaten one of his male competitors and got away from another taking some of his size.
His communicator turned red showing he was off limits when he reached the clearing holding the cornucopia, it would automatically deactivate any batons in ten feet. Allen strode across the field still keeping his eyes open for opponents that could knock him down and drag him out of the safety zone, he'd seen it done before and didn't want to get caught.
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Vanessa's new wider hips swayed proudly as she walked into the building. She started the games as an average girl, pretty face with shapely proportions, she wasn't a knockout but she was hot enough to be very popular in district four, the fishing district. She enjoyed the way her bigger tits bounced with each step. She had estimated the second girl gave enough for her tits to be just smaller than her head and her new longer red hair fell to the small of her back. She pressed her hand to the door with the female sign and smirked as it unlocked with a click and opened. The room was small, white walls and bright lights met her eyes. A small black screen in the wall to her right lit up. "Welcome tribute, please remove your clothing and equipment, place it into the bin and proceed through the door in front of you. Your partner will be along shortly.
A bin sat on the floor beside her, assuming she had to remove her stretched and torn suit she started to pull it off. She stopped as a thought of something her coach told her. 'You need to attract sponsors, best way to do that is to stand out. It's not just about being a capable fighter, there's a reason sex is part of the training. Show them you're the hottest thing to step into the arena. Make them believe you deserve their gifts.' He said. Smiling with an idea Vanessa pressed her hand to the door, it opened slightly, not unlocked, the game makers were giving her room to show off, so she removed her communicator and dropped her baton in the bin then wandered in to the larger room with her outfit barely able to contain her curves.
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Allen pulled off the small bit of his outfit he left in tact. He looked himself over, he knew his groin was bigger but actually seeing it was a shock to him. Somehow it made this whole event real. He wasn't small before being selected, he was proud of his seven and a half inches and never had any complaints from girlfriends, now he hung longer then that soft and he was a good bit thicker, he estimated he was as long as his baton not to mention his new girth, and his balls were the size of oranges now.
Through the door Allen noticed two things. First the room as simple with white walls and a huge bed dominating the center of the room, a large plush chair sat in one corner, he knew cameras were hidden in the walls allowing every angle of the action. Second was the stunning woman standing beside the bed still in her outfit. She was the female tribute from district four, Allen recognized the red hair, before he thought she was beautiful, now though, she was stunning. Her breasts were almost the size of her head, her hips and ass weren't far behind.
"Mmm now that's a stud." She said, her voice almost a purr as she ran a hand down her front tracing the zipper of her suit. He stood still, taking her body in as she approached, with each step her hips swayed, Allen couldn't help but watch. "My tits are up here." She moaned as she got close, her hands grabbing and squeezing the huge orbs. He chuckled, as scary as the games seemed, he was enjoying this.
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Vanessa felt herself get wet when the stud came in, she knew some of it was her own arousal but to be this horny had to be the effects of the games. After she got his attention by giving her tits a good squeeze she stepped to him, pressing her body against his harder one. She moaned and grinned as she felt his body. The stud came in naked as instructed good boy, that would help her little plan to stand out. "Fuck you're so hot." She said hopefully loud enough for the microphones to hear before pulling him into a long kiss. Their kiss grew in intensity as they got more and more into it. Her studs hands came up to grab and grope at her outfit. "Rip it off." She whispered as her lips brushed his ear. She could hear his quiet chuckle. He understood her plan.
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Allen's big hands gripped her suit at her ample chest, fingers digging into the fabric as he pulled. A loud tearing and her visible naked flesh rewarded him as he pulled the shredded garment away from her body. Her tits were huge, each now open to his view, by their size they should sag but the perfectly round firm globes sat in defiance of gravity. He pulled her into another kiss, both smacking their mouths together hard as their lust rose in intensity. He pulled her against him, her body eager to almost climb is taller bulk, her tits pancaked against his hard torso. His hands groped her shapely form as he grabbed and ripped away what was left of her one piece suit. His hands grabbed her ass and squeezed, she moaned into his mouth in response.
"I wanna suck your fat cock." She purred breaking their kiss with a smack of their lips. Allen released her from his grip and she made a show of sliding, almost slithering, down his muscular body. She grinned as her hand grabbed him at his base, spitting along his hardening shaft, her hand started to stroke his veiny manhood, Allen noted how her one hand couldn't fit around him, the girl smiled as she landed on her knees.
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Vanessa moaned as his hard cock pressed against her face. Her knees landed softly on the carpeted floor. She grinned getting a full view of the enlarged appendage. "Fuck it's huge." She said for the watching audience, her new lover, and partially for herself. As her free hand slid up his leg to grab the engorged shaft alongside its twin, she had to guess her studs cock was about the same size as their batons, fourteen inches, though this rod was a good bit thicker, she couldn't fit one hand around it it was so thick.
She tested its flavor with her tongue. With little licks and wet loud kisses she praised the size of his manhood. Her hands grabbed his shaft and jerked it while she concentrated her mouth at his swollen head. She thought this was all for show but found herself enjoying the action and her exaggerated moaning incredibly. She felt her pussy juice flowing, the carpet beneath her soaking with her desire as she worshiped her partners cock. "God I can't wait to get fucked by this thing!" She declared, her voice an almost husky tone.
