"Sold to the young couple up front" cries the auctioneer, pointing straight down at the young couple.
While the crowd begins to give the usual set of applause, the main sound anyone can hear is the loud delighted squealing of the goth woman as she practically jumps with joy. Reaching up she grabs her boyfriend as pulls him down into an extremely sloppy yet amorous kiss, possibly enjoying the last moment they would be kissing like this.
"Ma'am...if you could please head to the back of the warehouse" the auctioneer asks, pausing as he watches the two make out for a moment before regaining his own composure. "You'll need to wait for the winner to be done, so you'll have plenty of time to...show your boyfriend your appreciation back there" the auctioneer explains, giving the two a wink as the crowd begins to chuckle along with the light ribbing.
Leaning over, the auctioneer begins to whisper into the young Chinese woman's ear much like with the previous Lot. Suddenly she seizes up, her poses ceasing as she spins on the spot and begins to mince towards the stairway. Before she gets out of reach, the auctioneer gives her plump juicy behind once last smack. A chuckle courses through the crowd, my eyes locking onto the soft jiggling flesh as it simply appears to ripple delightfully with the impact.
As she makes her way down the steps and towards the young couple the auctioneer begins to read from his clipboard, looking for the next lot to call out.
Clearing his throat a grin spreads across his own lips, finding something to his liking.
"Alright folks! Let's have a look at Lot Number...20!" he calls out, waving his clipboard towards the office area.
Gasps fill the crowd before turning to uproarious catcalls and jeers, several members of the audience quickly pulling out their phones to take pictures either for 'personal private use' or to inform those they were bidding for.
A woman, about as tall as the first lot, comes mincing out onto the walkway. A mane of shoulder-length red hair dances about her pale face as she tentatively walks towards the auctioneer, the mess locks appearing to be slightly out of control either due to lack of care or thanks to the weather. Her face is rather plain, albeit rather sweet-looking. Her slightly squashed and upturned nose appears to be a little be too large in proportion with the rest of her features, while subtle bags sit beneath her deep green eyes. Her ears sit a little awkwardly on the side of her head, jutting out just a little further than one might expect. These minor imperfections are juxtaposed with a light smattering freckles dusting her nose, cheeks, shoulders, and chest.
Her physique is positively lithe and willowy, her slender limbs appearing to move with a fair amount of grace with each of her small steps. Her hips jut out but nowhere near as much as the other bodies that had been up on that walkway today. The subtle flaring simply making for a gentle sway as she walks, causing an almost imperceptible bounce with her pert-toned behind.
Subtlety however is lost entirely with her chest, which seemingly was designed to draw the eye over any other part of her body. Easily greater than a handful for anyone in the audience, let alone the slender young woman pacing her way across the walkway, they droop in a gentle teardrop shape before tapering up slightly. With each and every one of her steps these heaving mounds bounce and jiggle in their unrestrained state, eliciting ever more howls of excitement from the audience.
Pivoting in place she comes to face us as she stands next to the auctioneer who merely waits for the audience to calm down before beginning. my massive bust shaking violently in the turn and giving the crowd a good look at her large pink areolas and thick nipples.
"I take it you all like Lot 20?" he calls out, causing a roar from the crowd as dozens of people quickly begin to make phone calls regarding this new body.
"Number twenty here is another great body if you're looking to start life over again. Young, fantastic metabolism. No more dieting for you if you pick up this lovely lass" the auctioneer jokes, throwing the crowd a saucy wink.
Glancing down at his clipboard he quickly reads over more about this Lot. Looking back up he places the clipboard underneath one of her massive breasts, lifting it slightly with the flimsy piece of wood which appears to flex slightly under the weight.
"Cheap clipboard" the auctioneer states with a chuckle. "But, I can promise you that you'll have no such problems with these things" he goes on, jiggling the fatty mound gently as he himself becomes somewhat mesmerized by it. "With the modifications in Lot 20 you'll find back pain a thing of the past" he explains, selling up the body with one of the positives that come with this new form.
"Smile for the crowd sweety" he asks Lot 20, causing her to give the crowd a toothy grin. "As you can see she is...less perfect than some of the other models walking around the floor and up for auction today, so you should be able to pass yourself off and a nice and natural person fairly easily if you so wish."
"So, I believe we should start the..." the auctioneer begins to state, letting Lot 20's breast fall as he slides the clipboard out from under it.
"Two thousand!" screams a short Latin woman towards the back of the crowd, roughly in her mid to late thirties and so bundled up in layers it is difficult to make out much about her physique. A beanie covers her head, letting the stray wavy black hair stick out messily.
"We have out first..." the auctioneer shouts, quickly coming to realize the first bid had come through before he had even finished his sentence.
"Three thousand!" shouts a man further to the front of the crowd, cutting off the auctioneer as he whispers into a phone pressed to his ear. The man appears to be in his forties, dressed in a suit and a rather warm-looking jacket, with a shiny bald head.
"Three thousand five hundred!" cries the Latina, waving one of her mitten wrapped hands about to signal the auctioneer.
"Looks like things are heating up here fo..." she begins to comment before I cut him off.
"Four thousand!" I call out, my eyes still locked on the redhead.
"Welcome back to the bidding sir, third time lucky maybe?" he says with a chuckle, wiping what must be sweat from his clipboard after his stunt with Lot 20.
The bids quickly begin to pour in as many of those who had been holding back previously begin to throw their hat into the arena. However, much like before the flurry of bids begins to die down almost as soon as they had started.
"You know the drill folks" the auctioneer shouts, tapping his mic to the clipboard. "Going once...going twice..." he states, using the butt of his microphone to count out the beats.
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