Body Auction - Part Two

"Here..." she whispers, her voice giving away a slight shortness in her breath. With a little tap she produces two small blue pills from the bottle, and passing them to me. "In-house blend, fast acting. They'll help you put on a show... trust me."

I look between her and the pills, flashing her a weak smile.

"Thanks..." I mutter nervously, rolling the tiny unmarked blue pills in my hand.

"No worries" she whispers back, giving me a little wink. "You've got about five minutes to get ready."

As the stagehand races off, glancing down at a clipboard to work out who would be called after me, I glance down at the pills. I had no idea what they were, though could they be all that bad if the Body Auction staff were handing them out?

Swallowing hard I stand up from my seat, placing the pills in my mouth and swallowing them down before I can have second thoughts.

The wait is excruciating, the sound of cheering and jeering echoing from the main hall to the backstage leaving my skin crawling. A mixture of overtly sexual comments and screamed bids ring through the air, eventually reaching a fever pitch before quickly growing fewer and further between

As the sounds die down I;m soon met with the thumping of my heart in my ears, my blood slowly building to a boil as I begin to sweat.

Lost in thought, my mind focusing of the rising heat inside me, I barely notice one of the stage hands approach me from behind. I just as I feel their hand press into my shoulder, the masked man about my age pointing and pushing me towards the right entrance towards the stage.

"Just that..." he begins to whisper, pausing as he pulls his hand away from my exposed skin. He wipes it against his shirt, smearing a small mark of sweat across it before pointing again. "That way, you need to get ready sir."

With a low squeak of acknowledgement I begin to shuffle my way down towards the stage, my stride awkward and stilted as I feel a tightness forming in my paper-thin underwear. It feels like they are bound to burst, the stirring mass inside straining against the flimsy material.

As I reach the, just barely obscured from the audience by the drawn curtain, I spy an awe inspiring sight. Towering up into the rafter sit two gargantuan machines side by side, the towering metal cylinders venting all manner of pipes and cabling up past the catwalks and into holes bored into the plaster and wood above.

A thin icy mist clings to the polished wooden slats of the stage itself, the heavy drumming and flexing of various tubes around the base of the machine frosting over as they heave coolant through the overworked components.

The atmosphere is electric, the cooing of the crowd in anticipation only making things worse. A tall dark-skinned woman stands between the booths, her tight work attire clinging to her body like a second skin. Her black hair hangs in thick curls about her shoulders, styled to perfection prior to the auctions commencement. Her slender yet athletic form is clad in a light-beige ruffled blouse, the thin tailored material revealing her toned flat stomach and her shelf-like bust all at once.

A black skirt runs down her long nylon-clad legs, resting well below the knee as a row of black buttons hold the right side together.

The air fills with a loud thunder crack, the buzzing surrounding the stage dying down almost immediately as the booths suddenly open with a sliding motion. Twisting around as though to unlock, the various layers of metal spin and lift, revealing the two people that had been trapped inside.

My eyes dart to the redhead from before, the fit beauty standing in the mist as her body twitches and jitters. Despite the odd movements, a coy and delighted smile slowly creeps across her plush lips with every jolt and convulsion.

As the other pod rises up I watch as a man collapses out of it, the blubbery whale of a figure slamming into the floor as the boards flex and his belly jiggles. He is easily in his fifties, though the wear and tear to his oversized form may simply leave him looking more advanced in age. Jowly and stacked with a triple chin the man is enormous, the blob-like figure pooling out on the cool floor as he too twitches and convulses with whatever had just occurred.

Opposite me on the other side of the stage I watch as a stage hand comes out with three glasses of expensive champagne, the bottle resting on the tray easily costing into the thousands of dollars. The short young Japanese woman is forced to mice around the heavily panting and shuddering body of the prone man, a slight wince spreading across her face beneath the mask as she glances between the aging whale and the young athletic redhead.

As she approaches the dark-skinned woman and the redhead the redhead suddenly reaches out, grabbing two of the three glasses with a tight grip before guzzling down the wine to the cheers of the crowd.

"Well Daniel..." the host chuckles with deep and sugary-sweet tone. "Old habits die hard I suppose."

As the redhead gasps for air, whipping her hair around and rolling her shoulders, she spies the third glass and the bottle. With a sparkle in her eyes she lunges forward, jumping as her arms brush the sides of her large and perky chest before grabbing up the overly expensive bottle and bringing it to her lips. Wine spills from her mouth as she chugs, the paper top holding back her chest quickly dissolving into mush and revealing her perfectly plump pale mounds.

With a satisfied gasp she lets out a loud and delighted giggle, shimmying and shaking her chest as she flexes her powerful legs and arms. As if responding to the motion and noise beside him, the large man on the floor looks up with tears in his eyes. Before long he is blubbering, his hands patting at his distended belly and sagging man-boobs as he weeps and groans deeply.

"Still tastes soooooo good" the redhead coos, reaching up to massage her breasts with her left hand. Her eyes scan the audience, playfully biting at her lip as she searches for someone.

"And..." the host begins to ask, reaching over to grab the third glass before sipping at it in a far more dignified manner than the young woman beside her. "Are you going to look after this body any better than...that?" she finishes, smirking down at the bloated man beside them.

"Sure... I mean..." the redhead coos, squeezing her firm thighs together. "I could just buy another... but I think I'll enjoy... exercise now" she states, stumbling towards the edge of the stage. Suddenly, she gives a well dress blonde man in the front row a look, spreading her legs a little to give him a better view of her tight new pussy. As the crowd erupts into cheers, reveling in the show, she jumps into the mans arms before whispering into his ear.

"Another satisfied customer" the host coos, watching as the redhead nibbles at the man's neck and quickly wraps him around her little finger. "Enjoy those decades of experience sir, I bet she'll be a wildcat now that she's a little... trimmed down."

The buzzing of the audience soon builds again as various conversation take place all at once. A group of stage hands quickly race out, helping the fatty mountain of a middle-aged man to his feet as he begs to swap back. His words are soon lost to me however as he is led away, the former redhead begin herded like cattle out of sight and out of mind.

"Doubt he'll be getting an invite to the after party Anyway..." She states, grimacing as the man leaves before turning to face me off stage. "What a specimen we have here, come on out sweetie!"

I feel a hand press in between my shoulder blades, a sudden force shoving me out onto the stage in a stumbling mess. The crowd quickly falls silent, their eyes trained on me while those nearby the redhead continue to watch her paw at the young man she had decided to court.

"Tall..." the host muses, gauging me with an appraising eye. "Late twenties, a man, and rather slim... Quite a good one we have here ladies and gentleman."

The silence is quickly broken as I walk towards the host, the racing of my heart filling my ear as murmurs fill the audience. With each of the little steps I take I feel the underwear grow tighter and tighter, the paper quickly reaching a breaking point as the fibers snap one by one.

Suddenly, there is a gasp as the underwear is torn free, my ten inch cock snapping the flimsy garment and sending it cascading to the floor. My face burns red as the crowd soon erupts into a more frenzied round of whooping and hollering, the once quiet conversation turning to hasty discussions on bidding.

"Well well well... Hung, tall and handsome" the host purrs, reaching over to pull me next to her. "Why you'd be selling is beyond me, but if I hadn't bought this so recently... well..." she states, her voice dripping with sensuality as she ponders what could have been.

"So..." she declares, turning to the audience. "Shall we begin?"