Yet again a woman raised her hand, this time a rather buxom woman agreed to challenge you. Deathly pale skin, black hair, a dour expression her face and a thick nose ring greeted you from across the stage, and their owner identified herself as 'Annibelle' or Anny as she preferred to be called. The goth looking woman was clad in a tight white button up shirt with a black vest, both of which were competing in a losing war to keep her massive breasts contained, and indeed a little cleavage spilled out the top from a torn button. Below she wore black jeans and blacker boots. Her grim expression never changed as Cass set the stage for the two of you. You didn't bother undressing for the showdown, your clothes having not too long ago become to small for your growing body. Instead, you let your sentient dicks and the rest of your bits hang free in the thankfully balmy air for all to see. Cass raised her hand to indicate the beginning of the contest and pulled out her measuring tape. As Anny unzipped her pants, everyone could see that...