A shaky handheld phone video begins. There are two college age girls in swimsuits, one in a two piece bikini, the other in a swimsuit more similar to what one would expect from a swim team, a one piece.
“Hey, everybody, I'm Maggie GCG and this is Flexia05 and today we're going to do the sword swallower challenge!”
She grabbed a step ladder from off screen and plunked a bottle of vegetable oil on top.
“We were challenged by the Phi Phi Kappa sorority. If you don't know about the sword swallower challenge, the challenge is to deepthroat the largest, most unique object you can find. Our rival sorority did a baseball bat, which will be tough to beat. But we've got a plan. Step one, climb the ladder.” She did so. “Next, we grease up a little bit with vegetable oil... “
She splashed her palms with oil and made a bit of a show of slathering it along her long, toned legs, exposed midriff, and every other crevice and the curve. It left her body positively glistening.
“I think you can guess what we're going to do with this.”
Steadying herself against the ladder, she raised a foot. Flexia opened her mouth. Maggie wiggled her toes playfully, then shoved them into Flexia's mouth. It was a tight fit, but Flexia didn't seem to be struggling. Maggie sat on the top of the latter and, with a little wriggling, got her second foot into Flexia’s mouth. They were just about heel deep, bulging her cheeks.
“Okay. So our challengers got about half the bat down their throat, so the way I figure it, if we can get knee deep, it's a win. So let me just ease a little weight on, and…”
The moment she put a fraction of her weight on the balls of her feet, there was a wet pop and two lumps went gliding down her throat with no resistance whatsoever. She slid half way down her shins so swiftly that Maggie lost her balance. The ladder started to tip, and then fall. She lurched up, putting all of her weight on the legs currently crammed down Flexia's gullet. The oil-lubed shins vanished from view and stretched Flexia's neck. Toned thighs slurped along her lips and teeth. A tight ass popped through with another pop, and bare feet formed bulges in the stomach of the challenger as Maggie's knees bent inside her belly. This left enough slack for her slim torso to glide effortlessly inside. The whole startling motion didn't come to an end until Maggie's tits slapped down on Flexia's face.
“Oh point... wow... that's… Warm and wet. I...,” Maggie Stammered, boob deep in her dazed friend's mouth.
She was facing away from the camera, her ass and feet clearly defined as lewd bulges stretching Flexia’s one piece swimsuit. After a moment she tried to reach down and shove Flexia's shoulders, and Flexia took a step forward. Alas, the fallen ladder had spilled the oil as well. She slipped, both feet kicking forward, and landed on her ass. The motion caused Maggie's tits to pop through, and her arms were forced up. For a moment, she helplessly waved her arms, but a reflexive swallow from Flexia sent the rest of the girl down the hatch, curling up as a well-defined bulge in the predator's tummy. The bloated girl released a hiccup burp.
“Um...” came the muffled voice within. “Challenge complete. Little help?”
The video begins in a crowded spring break bar. A young man with an insincere, over-the-top personality is yelling at the camera, talking fast enough to fit his message into the space of time it'll take for his average viewer to scroll to the next video.
“Hey! We're here at Cabo San Lucas and we're doing the genie challenge! Woo!”
The crowd cheered, it was mostly composed of scantily clad ladies and men, all were some level of drunk.
“The challenge is simple! We've got an empty bottle here, and we're going to see if anyone can fit inside!”
What followed was a jump-cut laden sequence of shots of tipsy girls trying to fit their hands or feet into a beer bottle with the label torn off. Some of them made bizarrely successful attempts, getting wrist or even knee deep, but always tumbling down with a drunken giggle and popping free.
Then came the big girl. She was thick, probably 50 pounds heavier than the other girls, with all of that sculpted into some truly bodacious, mouth-watering curves. it seemed even less like she'd have a chance of fitting inside, but she seemed like she had a plan. She picked up the bottle and put her lips to it, sucking hard. After she'd been sucking for a few seconds, her top lip slurped into the bottle. After another suck or two, her whole head followed. From there it was squeaky, clinking cacophony as the bottle worked its way down her body, packing those ample curves tight against the amber-colored glass. The crowd roared as the fat hips squeezed inside. Little, oddly sensual wriggles inched the bottle further and further down until the last of her vanished into the bottle. The man leaned down to fetch the bottle and set it on the bar. While he was doing his mechanical recitation of the calls to action for folks to like, subscribe, and otherwise, an overworked waitress grabbed the bottles off the bar, including the occupied one, and set them on a tray. She walked away. Presumably someone was about to get a very special drink.
A video begins. It appears to be a random video taken from the audience of an aquarium's killer whale show. The view follows the motion of a whale as it swims in circles beneath the water, waiting for the trainer's command. The text “Jonah Challenge in three, 2, 1...” ticks across the video. When it reaches zero, the whale darts down to do a jump. At the same time, a man in a scuba suit sprints along the balcony and leaps toward the water, toes pointed. He scores an impressive direct hit on the open mouth of the whale. Like an Olympic diver with perfect form, he slides effortlessly down the whale's gullet. The audience cheers considerably more than normal for the whale leap.
The video begins with a blushy young man filming himself with a selfie stick. He's standing between two very large women, each a head and shoulders taller than him. They are dressed in clothes that suggests they are prostitutes. Each appears to be counting a small stack of bills.
“OK, everyone. This is the double bear hug challenge. Do your worst, ladies!”
The two women stuff their payments into their purses, then reach out to hug each other with him in the middle. Plump bodies quickly started to mash at his comparatively small form. His head was soon lost in two cleavages, and plush thighs and pudgy bellies began enveloping him until any semblance of him was completely hidden by rolls of cute curves. Soon the arm holding the selfie stick lost its grip. The phone fell to the ground and bounced. It ended up in an angle pointing up from the ground. It caught a glimpse of the prostitutes pressing his arm down between their bodies to join the rest of him. They hugged a little longer, then separated. The challenger was pressed entirely flat, his body effectively a sleepy-eyed decal on the left woman's dress. As her partner walked away, the one wearing the man peeled him off and wadded him up. After a moment of thought, she shrugged and stuffed him in her cleavage, then stooped to claim his phone.
The video begins with the community intro for a popular porn site. Then it shifts to a video with a distinctive bob and shake of someone trying to keep a camera steady while moving quickly. There were curiously bright, vivid colors all around, from the walls to the ground in the alleyway they were in. The only person in frame is a man doing a very bad job of being sneaky. He peers out into the even brighter and more vivid tableau beyond the alleyway, then turns to the camera.
“This is the PG13 challenge. We’re here in Toontown, and the challenge is to get one of these wholesome, G rated toons to do something spicy on camera. Everyone knows toons aren’t sexual in the slightest, so we'll have to trick…”
A trash can beside the man rattles and a short, insanely curvy raccoon toon emerges, the can lid balanced on her head. She is dressed in a tube top so tight it seems–and literally is–painted on. Her micro skirt manages to hide her shame effectively by way of a convenient shadow, as it absolutely is not positioned to conceal anything once she swings her legs over the side of the can to dangle them.
“You want a trick? Two bucks.” The raccoon says.
The man blinks, startled. “Oh, um, wow. Ok, well. Uh, my name is Richard, but you can call me–”
“Yeah, yeah. I ain't got all day, Dick,” She reaches out with a match and strikes it on his chest, then lights a cigarette. “So what’ll it be? Two bucks and we can get this thing over with.”
“Does that count? I got her to say Dick,” he whispers to the camera.
“What do you need, a menu? Fine. Two bucks, I get you off. Suck your knob, let you ram it up my tailpipe, stuff it in the cooch, however you get your jollies. Three bucks will get you the two of you together,” she gestures at the cameraman. “You want something that will require props, that's an extra buck, But I'll lube up a tool and cram it up your keister, whatever you want. Fancy kink stuff’s five bucks, but I'll get you The whole shebang. Bondage, rubber, domination, vore, flattening – either the whole me or just your balls – roleplay, cuckold, and throw in an extra 5 and I'll get some friends for the whole gangbang deal.”
The man on camera is stunned by the cavalcade of filth. “Uh, ok, So that's challenge complete then. You can shut off the–”
The cameraman's hand reaches into view holding a $20 bill.
“Give him the works,” he says, stifling a snicker.
“Hot dawg! You got it, Sparky!”
She snatches the bill and stuffs it in her cleavage, then reaches behind her back to produce a bucket of paint. She douses the hapless host of the video, and when the thick globs of toon ink are finished dripping, he is wrapped head-to-toe in a rubber gimp suit and strapped to an upright frame. She pulls an oversized zipper on the crotch of the suit and a very real erection springs to full mast. She turns and grabs her tail, tugging it until her hindquarters stretch high enough to reach it, and plops it onto his crotch. She starts humping him, wriggling in glee amid assorted lewd squelches.
“Hope you ain't got nothing else planned for the day,” she said, unfurling a scroll with a few hundred sex acts scrolled on it. “Because this is going to take awhile…”