Ultimate Challenge

Xu Zhir's assistant stepped onto the stage and began to bind her. The hemp rope was Xu Zhir's chosen prop for today. For other contestants, hemp rope was an undesirable choice for several reasons: firstly, it was unoriginal and overused; secondly, it was difficult to create aesthetically pleasing bindings with it unless the assistant was exceptionally skilled; and thirdly, hemp rope could easily damage the skin, even when wearing form-fitting attire. However, Xu Zhir preferred to go against the grain, choosing what others disliked as a fresh challenge for herself. The assistant grasped Xu Zhir's hands and brought them behind her back, pulling her arms tightly together to keep them pressed against each other. He then secured them with rope, preventing her arms from separating. The assistant was a powerfully built man, and Xu Zhir appeared delicate standing before him. His face was expressionless as the rope became an agile extension of his hands. Six lengths of rope were used to bind Xu Zhir's arms: three near her shoulders and three near her elbows, with additional ropes reinforcing the binding horizontally between the upper and lower sections. Xu Zhir, however, seemed unfazed by this restraint, not even a flicker of discomfort crossing her face. She remained smiling, quietly savoring the sensation of being bound. The assistant then spread Xu Zhir's elbows apart, pressing them firmly against her bound arms. He then wrapped rope around her chest, securing her elbows to her arms. Xu Zhir's hands were tightly clasped together by the assistant, their palms pressed against each other, constricting the space within her arms. Next came her legs. The assistant bent Xu Zhir's calves, pressing them against her thighs until her feet were tucked against her buttocks, and then bound them with rope. First the left leg, then the right, the ropes slowly consumed her legs from the knees down to her feet, biting into her flesh as they were pulled to their absolute limit. Xu Zhir's tender legs were contorted into uneven shapes by the tight bindings, her flesh-toned stockings emitting a seductive sheen. Once both legs were individually bound, the assistant brought them together and secured them with more rope. Thus, her legs were held in place by a double layer of restraint, rendering them completely immobile and unable to separate even slightly. With her hands and legs bound, only her abdomen remained. "Take a deep breath!" the assistant commanded. Xu Zhir obediently adjusted her breathing and then inhaled deeply. As Xu Zhir drew breath, her abdomen visibly contracted at an astonishing rate. Seeing this, the assistant swiftly applied the hemp rope, wrapping it eight times and pulling with all his might. Before Xu Zhir could exhale, he tightened the ropes as much as possible, shrinking her waist to its smallest circumference, and then tied a knot. This custom-made rope corset brutally cinched Xu Zhir's waist to a mere thirteen inches, and it appeared even smaller. Just as the assistant was about to tie the knot, Xu Zhir shook her head and, using the last of her inhaled air, took another deep breath through her nose. Her abdomen shrank further. The assistant reacted quickly, pulling the rope tighter to reduce the circumference once more before tying a secure knot. Xu Zhir finally exhaled, but her abdomen did not return to its original size. Perhaps this was the first time she had ever cinched her waist so small. She lay on the stage with difficulty, her breathing shallow, her face pale, yet still wearing a smile. The audience below erupted in a frenzy of cheers, their roars drowning out the pulsating electronic music and echoing throughout the venue. The assistant stood to the side, observing Xu Zhir silently. He then produced another length of rope, folded it in half, and approached Xu Zhir. He placed the doubled rope against her mouth, tying a knot at the back of her head. He then connected this knot to the one at her ankles and slowly began to pull. As the rope shortened, Xu Zhir's head tilted backward. Her entire torso and upper body began to curve forward. The assistant did not stop, continuing to pull gently. Xu Zhir's body contorted into a horrifying arc. She gasped for air, swallowing repeatedly, sweat beading on her forehead. Yet, the assistant persisted, the rope shortening relentlessly, pulling Xu Zhir's head further back. Her chest swelled, her breasts pushing forward, proudly erect. Finally, as Xu Zhir's eyes rolled back, sweat streamed down her face, and her head touched the soles of her feet pressed against her buttocks, the assistant stopped. Xu Zhir's collarbones were deeply sunken. She bore the pain and discomfort with all her might, emitting a low groan from her throat. Sweat trickled down her forehead. Her fingers clenched into fists. It was evident that this extreme binding and restraint subjected her to immense suffering. However, the ordeal was clearly not over, as staff members wheeled in a large glass tank filled with numerous snakes, ranging from two to three meters in length to about one meter. These snakes were naturally non-venomous, but they had a tendency to coil around their prey, especially when hungry.

As the last drop of water vanished, the assistant removed the mineral water bottle and released Han Zixuan's mouth. She could finally breathe properly, but it wasn't for long. The assistant soon picked up another bottle of mineral water and, just like before, forced it into her mouth. Having already swallowed 1.5 liters of water had made her stomach distended and nauseous. Now, with another 1.5 liters forced down, she was in excruciating pain from the fullness, in addition to being unable to breathe. Her once flat stomach had become visibly bloated and round, and a gentle pat could clearly elicit the sound of sloshing water. With three liters of mineral water consumed, Han Zixuan lay limply on the ground. But the challenge did not cease with her exhaustion. On the contrary, as time ticked by, the competition intensified, and the audience's excitement grew. They cheered loudly for the contestants, as if they were the ones competing. The 3000-strong judging panel also became animated, and the atmosphere in the venue crackled. The contestants' challenges grew more thrilling. They held the fate of the six individuals on stage, feeling a greater sense of involvement than the thousands of spectators below. Han Zixuan's assistant brought out a combined gag. A large red gag was attached to a dildo approximately ten centimeters long. He lifted Han Zixuan's head and shoved the dildo into her mouth. The long, thick dildo was pushed bit by bit into her mouth, reaching all the way to her pharynx and blocking her throat. When it could no longer be pushed further, the assistant forcefully shoved it in, completely sealing her mouth with the outer gag and filling her entire oral cavity. The dildo blocked her throat, preventing her from making any sound. The constant nausea churned her stomach violently. Unfortunately, the gag and dildo forced back the small amount of stomach fluid she had managed to bring up. At this point, the competition was halfway through. However, this was an intense elimination round. If it ended here, while she might secure a spot in the finals, it clearly wouldn't satisfy the audience and the judging panel. Therefore, a black corset was applied to Han Zixuan's slightly protruding abdomen. Han Zixuan's eyes were filled with panic. She hadn't anticipated this step, and the assistant's sudden move caught her completely off guard. The assistant paid no mind to her nervousness. He was merely following his boss's orders. His boss had informed him of this step before they went on stage, but he hadn't told Han Zixuan. In any case, it didn't matter whether he told her or not. He wasn't subordinate to Han Zixuan; his subordination was to the boss. The black corset confined Han Zixuan's abdomen. As the assistant slowly tightened the straps, her round belly gradually diminished. The judges and audience clearly noticed this. Han Zixuan's beauty and figure had already captured their attention, and this even more explosive challenge now provided them with a feast for their eyes. More and more people on the judging panel began to select Han Zixuan. Consequently, the vote count display showed a remarkable scene: Han Zixuan's votes surged ahead, leaving the other five contestants far behind, making her the most captivating sight on the elimination stage that night. The assistant did not stop constricting Han Zixuan, even with her votes leading by a wide margin. The corset tightened further, and her abdomen became smaller. However, the space inside her stomach was finite. Under the pressure, the water in her belly was forced into her stomach. When her stomach could hold no more, it surged towards her throat. But it could go no further up, as the thick dildo blocked her throat. The upward surge of water stopped there. This was agonizing for Han Zixuan. The distension of water in her stomach and the tightness of the corset caused her entire body to ache. She desperately tried to vomit the water from her stomach, but the gag and dildo prevented her. With the water unable to be expelled, she could only endure, hoping her powerful urinary system would absorb it, store it in her bladder, and then excrete it. But this, of course, would take time. When the assistant had tightened Han Zixuan's waist to approximately fifteen inches, he finally stopped. Grasping her upper arms, he lifted her, forcing her to "stand" on her knees facing the audience. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, a sight that made many salivate. A black latex hood was placed over Han Zixuan's head. The latex hood had breathing holes only at the nostrils. The assistant adjusted the hood over her nostrils and secured the neck strap, tightening it. A hook slowly descended from above the stage, and the assistant clipped it onto a wooden bar positioned between Han Zixuan's legs, waiting for the hook to slowly ascend again. Han Zixuan's entire body slowly rose above the stage with the ascending hook. She looked down at the entire stage, but unfortunately, the latex hood covered her entire head, preventing her from seeing anything. She only knew that she was currently suspended upside down, struggling to breathe, her stomach in discomfort, and stomach fluid constantly rising. The limited breathing holes at her nostrils couldn't adequately supply her with air, making her entire body more uncomfortable and sore. Her hands, bound behind her, now ached faintly, and her legs were enduring immense pressure. She knew her current vote count was enough to advance to the finals, but the competition wasn't over, and she couldn't be taken down. Thus, she prayed fervently for time to pass quickly.

Qing Wei opened the bag. Inside was a long latex hip-hugging dress, a chained collar, and a bottle of lubricant. She glanced at her phone; it was already 5:30 PM. She had more tasks ahead. Qing Wei quickly put on the latex hip-hugging dress that Zhou Shan had prepared for her. She applied lubricant to her legs and body. Picking up the long latex dress, Qing Wei struggled to put it on. The hem of the dress reached her knees, and the gap between the skirt's edges was just enough for her legs to be together. The latex hip-hugging dress had no extra straps or waist cinchers. Simply wearing it, it clung to Qing Wei's body, fitting perfectly without slipping, rolling up, or creasing. The hem was so narrow that it significantly shortened her stride. She also put on the collar, which had a small lock. The lock was open, but there was no key. She assumed Zhou Shan had it. Qing Wei gave a wry smile. The collar was a bit tight, and when locked, she felt pressure around her neck, making it difficult to swallow. However, she could still breathe, which she was grateful for. Putting on the latex dress and collar took nearly thirty minutes. By the time she emerged from the public restroom, it was 6:00 PM. Fortunately, the down jacket, gloves, and scarf concealed her bound body. However, her gait had become awkward, her steps much smaller, and her speed naturally reduced. The discomfort around her neck made her swallow repeatedly, her pale complexion growing even more so. "I should use up the last two hundred yuan first! I need to eat to have the energy for the rest of the journey!" Qing Wei thought to herself. Her energy had been severely depleted in the afternoon. Although her bladder was full, her stomach was empty, and she desperately needed to refuel. She bought a meal at KFC and then bought skewers from a street vendor with the rest of her money, finally using up the five hundred yuan for the day. Sitting on a park bench, she devoured her food. Hunger temporarily made her forget the physical discomfort. The aroma of the food and the warmth in her stomach revitalized her. At 7:00 PM, Qing Wei resumed her journey. She took a bus to Yueyang Park to change into her second set of props, then walked back to the training room. Her tasks for the day would then be complete. Filled with determination, Qing Wei headed to the bus stop, scanned her code, and boarded. The bus ride was uneventful. After arriving at the bus stop, Qing Wei still had to walk a distance to reach Yueyang Park. She tugged at the collar around her neck; it felt tighter, constricting her uncomfortably. The slight difficulty in breathing made her feel nauseous. The twelve-centimeter high heels made it even harder for Qing Wei, who was already struggling to walk, to navigate the uneven brick path. Night had fully fallen. Only the dim yellow streetlights in the park illuminated her path. Qing Wei's slender legs bore immense pressure, supporting her entire body weight while also requiring her to force her steps to spread apart the latex hip-hugging dress. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to walk at all. After successfully retrieving the second package of props, Qing Wei wasted no time. She slipped into a public restroom, skillfully removed her clothes, and took out the items from the bag. This bag was larger, and the contents were more extensive: rubber ankle cuffs, a large gag, tape, fingerless latex gloves, a micro-perforated black latex hood, and a human skin mask with a wig. Qing Wei didn't hesitate and began putting them on, as time was short; it was already ten o'clock. First, she put on the large gag. Forcing her mouth open, she inserted the red gag and fastened the strap behind her head. Then, she used tape to wrap around her mouth, securing the gag tightly. Qing Wei tried to swallow, finding it difficult. The gag pressed on her tongue, and saliva accumulated in her mouth. She had to tilt her head slightly to swallow, her tongue rendered useless. Rubber ankle cuffs were also placed on her ankles. The cuffs were only ten centimeters apart, each with a lock. The keys were, again, not present. Qing Wei locked them, fixing the distance between her feet within ten centimeters, making it even harder to walk. Next was the micro-perforated latex hood. Qing Wei carefully adjusted the position of the micro-perforations, which were only at the eye and nose areas. Although the latex hood was elastic, it was quite small. Qing Wei exerted considerable effort to stretch it to fit her head. Then, she slowly pulled it down, aligning the micro-perforations with her nostrils and eyes, adjusting her breathing, and smoothing out any wrinkles. This tight, form-fitting hood completely encased her head, allowing her to see and breathe only through the tiny holes. The human skin mask covered the micro-perforated hood, and she put on the wig. Qing Wei's appearance was drastically altered. With lifelike eyes and alluring red lips, she looked like a real person, making her difficult to distinguish in the darkness, except that her eyes couldn't move and her mouth couldn't speak. The fingerless latex gloves had four fingers bound together, with a separate thumb stall. After putting them on, Qing Wei's hand movements became clumsy. She took a long time to put on the left glove after donning the right. She then put on her familiar down jacket and scarf. She couldn't wear her plush gloves, so she had to expose her hands, clad in the fingerless latex gloves, to the outside. A sense of nervousness suddenly washed over Qing Wei. Muzzled, with impaired mobility, what would happen if someone discovered her or if she encountered someone with ill intentions? Qing Wei walked out of the public restroom. The park was deserted, and only a few vehicles passed on the street. People were scarce. This street was already quiet, and it was even more so late at night with the cold weather. Few people were willing to wander outside. Qing Wei breathed a sigh of relief. If the street had been crowded, she would have been too afraid to go out. Although her restraints were hidden by her down jacket, the ankle cuffs were immediately noticeable. Wearing ankle cuffs and strange gloves late at night would surely arouse suspicion. Curious people might even approach and ask questions, but Qing Wei, gagged and taped, couldn't speak. Moreover, the human skin mask, while not immediately obvious from a distance, would reveal itself upon closer inspection, undoubtedly raising more suspicion. "Walking around at night like this, you're either a prostitute or a vagrant!"

Zhang Yuexin took a deep breath, calming the shock Han Zixuan had inflicted upon her. She had to admit, Han Zixuan possessed some skill; her desperate performance alone had earned Zhang Yuexin's respect. However, Han Zixuan was likely unaware that her intense effort was entirely orchestrated by her assistant, a fact unknown to Zhang Yuexin. She puffed out her chest, sucked in her abdomen, adjusted her expression, and then stepped onto the stage. The spotlight hit her, and a confident smile bloomed on her face. Unfortunately, compared to the thunderous applause and cheers that had greeted Han Zixuan, her entrance was met with less fervor. Despite her beauty and sexy attire, the audience's initial impression was that she had "gotten in through connections," so they didn't react much. Only her loyal fans continued to support and encourage her. She took in everything happening around her, unconcerned. Following routine, she paraded around the stage, showcasing her graceful figure to the audience. Her legs were clad in shiny, flesh-toned dance tights, and her feet were adorned with black high-heeled sandals. Her upper body was covered by a high-cut, flesh-toned bodysuit, giving the impression that she was wearing nothing at all. With her deep red lips and sharp gaze, and light makeup, she was a sexy queen today. Her performance concluded as the host finished their introduction, and her assistant then took the stage, marking the official start of her challenge. She kicked off her high heels and lay down on the floor, casually striking poses that most people would find impossible, displaying her supple body to the audience. Her lower back arched to the ground, hands clasped behind her back, legs bent back to touch her back, and her thighs clamped around her head, her calves pressed against her thighs. This posture, combined with her seductive attire, made her even more alluring, and the audience's cheers finally grew louder. After completing this sequence, she stood up, and the main event was about to begin. Her mouth was stuffed with a large black ball gag by her assistant, who then pulled the straps tight and wrapped black electrical tape around it several times, forcing the gag deep into her mouth and making it difficult to speak. Her hands gripped her calves, her waist bending repeatedly, bringing her thighs to clamp her head, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs. This fused her upper and lower body into a semi-arched shape, her hands holding her legs, her head hidden by her arms. To maintain this pose, the assistant brought out numerous zip ties, securing her hands, thighs, and calves. Then, they wrapped zip ties tightly around her entire body. After several rounds of zip ties, the tall, sexy Zhang Yuexin was transformed into a ball of flesh resting on the stage, her skin unevenly indented by the tightly bound zip ties, her body struggling to maintain balance. The assistant had to support her to prevent her from falling. The challenge had only just begun. After a 360-degree display for the cameras, the assistant commenced the next round of restraints. Zhang Yuexin's current form was only a semi-arch, so to facilitate further binding, the assistant stuffed cotton into the gaps of her body, making her form slightly flatter. Then, they began to wrap her body with bandages. Breathable bandages were wound round and round Zhang Yuexin's body, and a white sphere slowly began to take shape. After several rolls of bandages, Zhang Yuexin's curled-up body had taken on the shape of a sphere. However, to make the ball even rounder, the assistant placed a nested sponge ball over her. Inside, Zhang Yuexin felt a slight softness. Compared to the hard stage floor, this sponge ball was more comfortable. She let out a small sigh, knowing that her breathing would not be as easy from now on. Once the sponge ball was in place, the assistant began another round of bandage wrapping. This time, they seemed more adept, as if packing a parcel. With one hand pulling the bandage, the other hand continuously rolled the spherical Zhang Yuexin. More and more bandages were applied, and the assistant's movements became faster. Inside, Zhang Yuexin was having a difficult time, disoriented by the rolling and feeling dizzy. As more bandages were added, breathability plummeted. Zhang Yuexin, already curled up, found it increasingly difficult to breathe. However, she didn't struggle excessively. The competition had just begun; if she struggled violently now, the rest of the challenge would be pointless. It took the assistant half an hour to finish wrapping all the bandages around Zhang Yuexin. The audience showed more interest as they looked at the white ball of flesh resting silently on the stage, their cheers rising. Cameras and spotlights all focused on this white ball of flesh radiating warmth. The assistant smiled slightly and continued their work. Black electrical tape was wound around the white ball, like a black snake slowly devouring it, submerging it within the black tape. Zhang Yuexin felt a tightening sensation. Unlike the soft constriction of the bandages, the electrical tape provided a more intense binding. While not as strong as rope, the force was similar. Furthermore, already bound by zip ties and bandages, the tape's additional restraint only increased the feeling of being held. As the electrical tape enveloped the entire white ball, Zhang Yuexin's air supply was restricted. The remaining air inside the sphere slowly depleted, and hypoxia began to set in. Zhang Yuexin's head started to throb, and she finally began to lose her composure, her body starting to struggle. As the assistant wrapped Zhang Yuexin's curled-up ball of flesh with electrical tape, the audience became more excited, cheering and shouting, urging the assistant to increase the pressure. As if responding to the crowd, after using up the electrical tape, the assistant picked up a bucket of quick-drying glue and meticulously applied it to the ball, drop by drop. The white, transparent glue shimmered under the lights, and the atmosphere in the venue became electric, screams and cheers filling the air. The assistant worked even more diligently, brushing on layer after layer until the entire bucket of glue was used up. By then, the glue had slowly dried. The white, glistening ball trembled slightly in the eyes of the audience. Zhang Yuexin could no longer bear it. Discomfort, suffocation, and constriction overwhelmed her. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to see, unable to speak. She tried to struggle but was powerless. Moreover, as she thrashed inside, the air-dried ball began to roll back and forth on the stage, drawing the audience's attention. At this point, the assistant had already begun constructing a track, a track specifically for Zhang Yuexin's ball of flesh.