Allen winced as the door spun open bathing him in bright daylight from the arena. All twenty four platforms lifted their tributes into the arena at a snails pace. Once his eyes adjusted the tribute and one time district seven victor scanned the cornucopia. Instead of being dressed in the same clothing like every year, this time the men were in tight fitting long grey pants and the women in short sleeved body stockings with pant legs that ended at their mid thigh and a wide V neck from throat to two inches above their pussies.
Twenty four tributes, all victors, all capital favorites, all friends and lovers, now they were just the competition. Allen looked around, he knew every name, he’d fucked every woman and his wife had been fucked by all the men. To his right he found Cynthia, his one time mentor and frequent lover. The golden skinned silver haired bimbo bodied woman as bent forward slightly like she was ready to run off. She caught his gaze and gave him a smile, she signaled a direction and Allen looked to see brush and woods, perfect.
Their plan had been a simple but solid one. Avoid the melee and make a bee-line for supplies, first one in grabs two bags, then both make a mad dash for cover and stay together as a team. Easier said than done, the melee was a brutal affair every year, with all victors this games it had promised to be more intense than ever but that was just one of the many differences for this year compared to normal.
The Centuri was the one hundredth anniversary of the Enhancement Games, 100 years and it was a big deal, beyond big. They’d been given a whole new training tower with a ring of suites at its top. Each suite had an all glass enclosed bedroom facing the rest so they could watch each other sleep and fuck. The biggest change, for Allen, was the loss in size but that was the same for everyone. Chosen tributes would lose half of what they’d obtained during their games but keep any special enhancements they’d gotten, a few of those enhancements would be inhibited for the first few days so the tributes could focus on the arena and their fights.
10…9… the numbers were big and bold above the cornucopia building. This year it was a dark gray building in the shape of the traditional cornucopia but had a statue of The Victors, a cartoonishly augmented victor pair standing naked and proud beside each other, it was the same statue Allen had routinely seen in the main fountain of Victors Village. 3…2…1!!! The clock ticked down and Allen ran as hard as he could.
He didn’t even hear the cannon shot in the background, he knew it was there but as everyone bolted for the cornucopia so did he. He kept an eye on Cynthia, the women’s outfit did a surprisingly good job at keeping the bouncing of their still incredible curves under control as they moved. A huge fist came flying for Allen’s head, he ducked under it and shoulder tackled its owner. Crash, district two, his muscular olive skinned body cushioned Allen’s landing allowing him to roll off and run again. All around him it was chaos, neighbors, friends, and lovers were attacking each other like they were life long enemies.
As soon as they’d arrived at the capital everyone paired off into their district groups. They’d mingled so much after their games most acted like they’d never come from different districts, they’d always been friends and neighbors. Allen watched as Alina from five slammed Lush from eight to the ground and rammed her baton into the woman's belly with one hand as her other kept punching her in the face. Crash from two was on his back rolling out of the way as a foot came down heel first, the foot connected to Franco from ten.
Allen didn’t stick around to watch, get supplies and run like hell had been their agreed strategy. He leapt into the buildings opening where a heap of bags had been piled. There were about three dozen of various sizes. Acting fast he looped an arm through the straps of a couple backpacks, grabbed two smaller bags and a third backpack and turned to find Cynthia on the ground. Looking above her was her career district husband Anthony. His hands were balled into fists, one hand reaching back and slamming down into his “wife’s” stomach, Allen heard Cynthia cry out in pain. He ran.
Cynthia was more than his mentor and more than a frequent lover, she was a friend. She was his first “taste” of what a victor was like and what to expect. His first fuck after his games was with her, finding out what he could do and how long he could have sex for without a break, turned out it was a very long time. Since his victory he fucked Cynthia at every opportunity. They’d become a frequently requested pairing for capital shows and parties, Allen’s wife usually spent time with Cynthia’s husband to ensure they had their own fun.
Now Cynthia was on her back and her husband was over her, sneering, face twisted with anger and reaching back to hit her a second time. “The bitch is down!” He shouted to his partner Lace feet away, currently turning to see her first victim of the games downed by her partner. Allen’s feet slammed into the ground with each step, his body surging forward to protect his teammate. The bags around his one arm made his balance awkward but he managed to pull his other arm around and swing the weight of the spare backpack to throw the object for Anthony’s head.
The man was forced to look at the bag flying his way, taking his attention off his “wife” for a moment. The blonde haired exaggerated bimbo Amazonian bodied Lace was stalking forward, baton in hand, just steps away. As Anthony batted away the backpack Allen threw himself forward and barreled into the big career, he caught Anthony with his shoulder and extended his arm to catch the slimmer, but no less muscular, Lace. All three hit the ground. Allen lost one of the small bags to Lace landing on his hand but managed to keep hold of the rest of his loot. He scrambled to his feet and looked to Cynthia who was just getting up herself. He had his baton in his hand and jammed it into Anthony’s side.
“Go!” He shouted through gritted teeth as some of the careers size transferred to him and took off for the trees with Cynthia on his heels, leaving the career only slightly drained. During the training period, three weeks for the Centuri instead of the usual two, Allen and Cynthia threw themselves into cardio training. Running, climbing, high energy combat stances, anything that could help their agility and stamina, they did. Their reasoning was leaning into their natural district seven agility, even in an arena without trees it would be useful. They didn’t stop with training during the day, back in their room they continued to push themselves with energetic sex, it wouldn’t add up to much in that short amount of time but they both could feel a change, they could outrun every one of their fellow tributes. Behind them the melee dragged on, experienced victors able to hold their own longer than the usual freshly reaped tributes.
They ran, deciding staying together as a team was better than splitting up, and a very desirable pairing. Allen hit the base of the tree first, he spun so his back was to the trunk and his hands instantly cupped in front of his waist. On instinct Cynthia leapt, one foot landing in Allen’s hands and immediately he heaved her upward, she pushed off his hands and launched herself up and into the thickest limbs of the tree. It was a move every one in district seven knew by heart from working the trees in pairs. She bent down and reached for Allen, he tossed the bags up one at a time then backed away. With their booty secured Allen ran at the tree, pushing off the ground at just the right angle for the middle of his foot to hit the trunk first and he could push up, reaching with his longer arms for Cynthia’s waiting hands. With a grunt she pulled him up, needing both hands to keep his heavy body from falling. They took time to breath, slow down and process the start of their newest games.
“He just hit me.” She said breathing hard. “He’s my fucking husband and he fucking punched me!” Allen felt bad, there were only two married pairs in the games, the district four pairing of Crash and Cheri, then Cynthia and Anthony. “That overgrown…” He put on a practiced look of sadness, confusion, and guilt as Cynthia launched into a tirade about her supposed beloved husband and how much he said he loved her. “I’ve taken his cock for decades and the piece of…” She could go on for a while and unless Allen stopped her she likely would. They’d discussed the possibility of Anthony turning on her during the games. Allen didn’t understand why he would, the woman was absolutely devoted to her partner. Some victorious pairings found a real connection, others just enjoyed the constant sex and debauchery that was their life now. Cynthia and Anthony always seemed they genuinely cared for each other, maybe it was just her and he enjoyed his eager and uber curvaceous lover but now he had a chance to be a it’s someone else he took it. It was a well known fact that careers preferred careers.
Allen and Cynthia had talked about what they would do, if this happened. “If he turns on me consider me yours, I’ll want to be your wife and I won’t look back.” She told him before they parted to be transported to the arena. There was always the possibility she’d turn on Allen if Anthony decided to hold on to their relationship. He worried she’d stab him in the back during a fight. If this is how the big career wanted to play it Allen guessed this meant he would fully trust Cynthia now.
He let her ramble on and act furious, cursing and punching the tree, when he thought enough time had passed he put a stop to it. In the blink of an eye Allen grabbed Cynthia by the throat and shoved her against the tree trunk. His lips smashed against hers and they kissed hard, intense passion flowed from their lips, she played being shocked at the start but threw herself into the kiss. She moaned quietly at first but got louder and louder with every passing second. This was part of the plan, the storyline they agreed to if Anthony turned on his partner and wife. The hurt and betrayed wife scooped up by her bigger partner and favorite lover. Feelings she held back as fellow victors and frequent fuckbuddies would come roaring to the surface. The sexually needed damsel lost one big cock only to replace it with the biggest cock in the world attached to someone from her home district, someone who could understand her in a way her husband never could.
“Enough.” Allen pulled himself away half growled the words. “That little dick isn’t good enough for a body like yours. I going to take everything he owns, starting with you.” She lunged forward to kiss him again but he held her firmly in place. “You love my cock more than his anyway. Admit it.”
“I… I love your cock the most.” She stumbled at first but for our the practiced confession. “I’ll do anything you want and give you everything you want stud. I need a big cock to ruin me and you’ve always been so much bigger than everyone else. I need you, I’m yours.” The tears welling up in her eyes were a nice touch, hoping her desperate pleading played well to the audience. He pulled her hard against him and their lips met again. In the lead up to the start, she instructed Allen to smack her, choke her, demean her, physically dominate her in every situation, she was the eager submissive sex toy, he was the strong dominant owner, it was a popular formula and it worked. It was up to their team of mentors to know how to play this for the crowd.
When their kiss finally broke he slapped her hard. Cynthia bounced back, a hand to her cheek to recognize what just happened and her eyes filled with desire, she looked like she needed him right now, forget the games. “Enough.” He said again. They were both breathing harder, their bodies heating up, getting ready for a marathon sex session they were used to and every victor was capable of.
Allen looked around as she did her best to scan the trees behind him, she’d gotten pretty adept at acting like a panting and slavering ‘bitch in heat’ while her attention was elsewhere. She concluded they were relatively safe for now. Any other tributes would be moving away from the cornucopia and into the arena proper by now. She gave Allen a couple taps on his side, their agreed signal for “All clear”
“We can’t stay here.” He said quietly. “Let’s see what’s in the bags and then move.” Cynthia agreed, they the slowly and quietly opened each. The backpacks had the usual water canteens, matches, a small knife they knew wouldn’t be able to harm a tribute (the blade would retract if they tried), two lengths of rope, and half a dozen meal bars. the small bag Allen didn’t lose had a map. The map was worth Allen’s weight in gold. They held it flat to examine the arena.
It looked like the arena was circular, surrounding the cornucopia sat twelve roughly evenly sized zones, each sat behind a wall of trees obscuring the cornucopia from view. From what they saw they were in that wall of trees and couldn’t tell exactly which direction they ran in, the cornucopia was just a circle on the map. They needed to venture out to check for landmarks so they could orient themselves. It must’ve been late morning by now, they gathered their supplies and walked away from the cornucopia.
They moved slowly, careful to make as little sound as possible. The woods were starting to clear when they heard a groan that made them stop and hide. It sounded like a male voice, Cynthia moved ahead, Allen held his breath, ready to rush to her if it was a trap. He saw her kneel down, the it looked like she was talking. She stood up and headed for him. Allen was confused at her movements, she was swinging her hips more than usual, her baton gently rubbing between her legs as she moved. He saw raw sexual desire on her face, her eyes begged to be fucked. When Cynthia reached her partner Allen found himself wrapped into a long and lusty kiss. “I have a gift for you my love.” She half moaned the words.
Allen almost had to shake his head to clear it, give the audience a show, play to the storyline as best you can. Cynthia was playing her part.
“My slut has a gift for me this early? It better involve you on your knees gagging on my cock.” He replied with a practiced grin.
“I’d live on my knees with your huge cock in my throat after you see this.” She breathed, her hands roamed his body and pulled him along. The groaning was from a tribute, one of the district twelve substitutes. District twelve was among the poorest districts of PanAm, along with that they had very few victor’s, even after a hundred years of Enhancement games. The capital wanted at least one male and female victor from every district after the Centuri, district twelve having only one man and two women meant they couldn’t loose Hayden, the ladies, Sophi and Mare would possibly be reaped. The victor women were saved by a couple from the capital volunteering as substitutes, wanting to take their place and arrogantly try their hand against seasoned victors. The chance to gain everything tributes earned through the vicious games was too tempting. Allen thought it was a stupid idea but if it spared some of his friends from doing this he was all for it. The couple had been given a number of enhancements to make each of them relatively equal in size to the actual victors.
Allen set his eyes on the weakened form of Allman, a citizen of the capital, his partner Sapphire must’ve run off or was hiding nearby. “Your first elimination stud.” Cynthia chimed. The man was unhealthily thin, he looked sickly. He looked completely drained, how he hadn’t been collected Allen didn’t know, he must have a precious little left or this was some sick play by the game makers, the citizen who couldn’t compete with the tributes. Allen sighed and knelt down beside the man. Which way to play it?
“You capital folks are all the same, arrogant, pampered, thinking you could compete with us…” The villain angle it was. “You’ve never had to fight for anything in your life have you? I doubt you’d be able to compete with actual tributes, the young men and women doing this for the first time.” He held out his baton above the man’s chest. “It was sick and unfair for you to be here.” He brought the baton down harder the he needed to. Allman groaned as what little he had was taken from him. What Allen took was barely noticeable, he felt it though, and there was something else…Allman had a special enhancement!
Allen quickly ripped off his pants to find his soft cock, it hung low in its flaccid fourteen inch state, it was thicker, closer to his girth before he lost half of himself, he felt in it his balls too, his genitals felt solid and heavier. Using his Everhard enhancement Allen’s cock rose to full mass, the familiar ring of pain told him it stopped. With what he stole from Anthony at the start and what was left in poor Allman, Allen’s cock stood a proud twenty inches, not bad. Testing a feeling he had Allen started stroking his cock and willed himself to cum.
“Oh shit!” Cynthia exclaimed seeing Allen’s behemoth dong blast long thick ropes of hot sticky cum several feet over the wasted tribute. Allen removed his hand and he kept cumming…and kept cumming…and kept cumming. Jewry ten minutes passed and his cock refused to quit, literally hosing down the arena with a bottomless supply from his balls.
Endless Fountain, that was the name of this enhancement, it was one of the special new unisex enhancements, a man or woman could activate it and cum quickly then just keep cumming until their body gave up. The warning said you have to keep hydrated or you could die. With a mental command Allen’s cock abruptly stopped its expulsions. Cynthia energetically crawled to her partner and slipped his cockhead in her mouth. She moaned loudly as she sucked his cock. “God you’re fucking amazing.” She slurped. He knew they didn’t have time for sex right now. Allen abruptly thrust his hips forward catching his partner unprepared and Cynthia fell backwards, landing on the drained wannabe tribute. When she looked up Allen’s cock hung limp again. He pulled off Allman pants to replace the ones he ripped off, the man wasn’t going to be needed them.
“Let’s get out of here.” He finally said. They left the wasted tribute to the game makers.
They’d been closer to what looked like an old town, every building was empty and worn but in decent shape. “This must be one of the career districts.” Cynthia observed. Allen agreed, the buildings were sturdy with simple and efficient layouts. They found a taller building filled with conveyor belts and machine parts.
“It looks like district 2.” Allen said after they were confident the place was empty. They took themselves in a room with one exit and broke out their map, now they could orient themselves in the arena. Moving clockwise the District 1 space was above them and district 3 below. They made the roof of the tallest building in the area their camp for now. They shared lookout duty for half the day before they were disturbed. To the south Allen saw a pair of bodies moving slowly and cautiously across the town. They were trying to keep the heads low, staying close to buildings and ducking into ally’s and doorways to stay out of sight. They were both well built, from before l their obvious gains from being victors, they’d had bodies thick with muscle built for manual labor. Allen knew from his own experience, there was just something about how you “wore” it, you almost had a natural grace to your movements.
“I think it’s Ruby and Sam.” Cynthia whispered beside him. The district ten pair, damn, Sam was considered on of the physically strongest victors ever and Allen had seen Ruby bench press other victors for fun on rare occasions they weren’t fucking half the village. They could hunt the newcomers and have the element of surprise but everyone was on high alert this first day. The decision was to play it safe and hide on their roof, keeping an eye on their intruders as best they could.
The day wore on, at dusk the first official announcement came.
“Attention, attention, gift boxes will appear in thirty minutes and will be available for hour.” It said. The gift boxes were a special feature for this year, beyond the usual sponsor gifts the game masters were providing items from the games gift list each day, just like no two districts were the same grey boxes wouldn’t appear in the same place twice, but there’d be some each day in every open district. It had been explained each gift boxes would be obvious to the tributes, highlighting by a column of light. High up Allen and Cynthia had a good view to see the whole area but they’d be further from the ground and slower to get to the box. They were trying to instigate fights between tributes, all for the show.
Dusk settled in and a blinding pillar of light was born at the narrowest point of their section of the grounds. The district seven team moved. They ran down the stairs, leaping the last flight all together because they were victors and they could take the drop without issue. They got three strides from the building before… “There!” Allen heard from their right. Batons in hand they broke into a dead run.
They’d managed to get to an open area before their district ten neighbors spotted them. It was built to look like an old playground with a full array of equipment for the playful youth. Allen and Cynthia knew that had to hurry, their lead wouldn’t last forever. Behind them Sam and Ruby dashed ahead, sprinting hard to catch the competition. Allen missed a step and his foot caught something, making him his the ground hard. Sam rushed the fallen victor, he reached Allen the same time Cynthia did, she’d seen Allen go down and changed course to help, the only way they’d get through this was together.
The oncoming Sam slowed to loom over the scrambling Allen, Cynthia kept going full speed, smashing in to the big man, knowing she’d have a hard time knocking him down she threw her legs to catch his knee and they both went down. Allen got to his feet. The big man was wrestling with Cynthia and the red headed Ruby was close. As his partner took a blow to her side Allen rushed their female opponent. She was ready for him as they connected. His attempt to tackle her failed but they were locked in a contest of strength Allen knew he was likely to win…she just didn’t make it easy…at all…wow she was terrifyingly strong.
Both Allen and Ruby strained against each other, hands and arms locked, legs bent, feet all but entrenched in the ground and their muscles strained trying to push the other back and onto the ground. Allen was slowly starting to get the upper hand when a baton hit him from the side. He groaned and was immediately thrown to the ground by the stronger Ruby. The dark skinned Sam had gotten away from Cynthia and left her with a blow to the neck to keep her from alerting her partner. Two on one and Allen was weakened…not good.
“Go, I’ve got them.” Sam said. Ruby nodded and took off for the pillar of light and the gift chest within. Alan had no way to overcome the larger Sam so he made the split second decision to run after Ruby. All the cardio work outs during the training weeks came in to play and Allen found he was actually faster now that he’d lost some size. He was still tired from the sprint before but he caught up to the bigger Ruby before she’d left the playground. He came up beside her and stuck his baton between her running legs like a stick in the spokes of a wheel, making her trip and tumble to the ground. She landed badly but Allen didn’t wait, he ran for the light.
The column of light sat at a cross intersection between four houses. Allen could see the small table with a chest at its center. He hurried into the light but bounced off it like hitting a wall. “Resolve conflict” A stern mechanical voice said, sounding like it was coming from the chest itself…Sam and Ruby were coming up fast and he’s lost track of Cynthia…fantastic.
His baton and a handful of gravel were his only weapons as he fought a vicious two on one. He took hits from Ruby to dodge Sam’s baton, he couldn’t risk losing more strength and power. Ruby caught onto his strategy and punished his left side and leg for it. A hard blow made Allen wince, that felt like a rib cracking, he fought on desperately. Cynthia ran up behind the pair beside the buildings, out of sight. She leapt toward one of the houses and pushed off a wall with one foot, launching herself at the melee. Her knee caught sam in the head and the big man stumbled. Cynthia’s leap gave her enough momentum to carry her through Sam and into Ruby. Her arm that had been extended for balance came around, baton in hand and at the ready, it caught Ruby in the chest. Allen was amazed, she’d martial arts’d herself into saving him and gaining the advantage in the fight.
Allen couldn’t move fast enough, he took three steps before the pain in his side made him stumble, Sam was recovering, his legs extended toward Allen, without thinking about how it would look, Allen fell forward his arms out, baton slamming down on the bigger man’s calf and his other hand clamping down on the same leg to maintain the connection. Allen shouted in pain as his body hit the ground and his internal injuries immediately started to heal as he drained his former neighbor. His strength returned, then he got more. Sam tried to kick him off but the man was weakening by the second. Allen took enough he could let go and with a blow to Sam’s head he got into a better position and held the man down as he placed the baton on the man’s stomach as his abs faded away.
Beside the men Cynthia had made her away behind Ruby, one arm wrapped around the woman's neck, baton out of site but still connected. “Give me that body bitch.” The golden skinned bimbo growled at her victim. One baton dinged completion then the other. Both Allen and Cynthia became aware their clothes had torn as they grew. During the fight they hadn’t noticed what they wore getting tighter and tighter to their bodies. They both reached to what was left and shredded the garments pulling them off. They were breathing hard, bodies sweating from the fight and the running, their eyes met. Again they were giants, they had the bodies of victors, muscular, powerful, and cartoonishly sexual, and holy shit they were horny.
Cynthia leapt into Allens bulky arms and the victorious tributes lips met in a wild kiss. He grabbed her ass and squeezed, walking to press her up against the nearest wall before pulling back to attack her newly grown beach ball sized tits. “Oh god.” She moaned. “Fuck me.”
“That’s the idea.” He groaned attacking one sensitive nipple than the other. His cock felt like it was going to explode it was too small for the skin around it. They lost themselves in their kiss but were snapped back to reality by the column of light flashing red. It was on a timer.
They reluctantly separated and opened the chest to find two vials, labeled His/Hers. Opening the vials and toasting each other they drank. Allen coughed and fell to his knees, his body burned. Cynthia backed away looking like she was going to be sick. Allen began to shrink, his muscles getting smaller and smaller, somehow tightening, he got shorter along with it. Cynthia heaved like she was losing her lunch, instead a tongue as wide as he mouth flopped out, longer and longer, once she realized what was going on she stood up, her new tongue fell from her mouth to her feet. It was sheathed in a thick layer of dripping slobber. The Python, was hers. Once the pain passed Allen stood. Condenser, the ability to tighten his body up, hide his true size, he looked ripped and then some, he was painfully defined, Cynthia couldn’t look too long. Both brand new enhancements from this games.
Cynthia didn’t waste time sliding her new tongue around her body, wrapping the saliva covered appendage around her neck, tits, waist, and eventually her legs. Theresa golden skinned bombshell spread her legs to show off her new tongue sliding in and out of her pussy, tongue fucking herself for her partner and everyone who was watching, they both knew she’d be a highlight with that acrobatic combat move and her new hard won enhancement.
Allen released his own new enhancement, growing to his full bulk. He’d regained almost everything he’d lost from the start. His muscular body looked and felt familiar, his abs returned to their hard cut eight pack his ladies could slide fingers between, his arms and legs were huge, and importantly his genitals had grown considerably again. His balls were bloated coconuts and his cock hung long, thick, and heavy, almost as thick as his calf and an almost two feet long soft. Cynthia was also almost her old self, her massive tits stood full and firm, perfect spheres of golden titflesh, her slim but muscular stomach hinted at abs and her waist widened to support an ass he salivated to fuck.
Allen didn’t have to think about it, his cock sprang to life after a minute or taking each other in. She moaned her need for him, her eyes pleading for her lover to take her, use her body, ruin her holes for his pleasure, exhaust himself inside her. He responded by grabbing his thirty inch cock and jerking off a half dozen pumps before using his other new enhancement and cumming hard all over her front. Thick sticky ropes splattered across her legs, pussy, up her newly long tongue, and across her chest. “Lap it up slut, then get over here so I can fuck you properly.” Allen growled the command.
(And we’re off)