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The year is 2014. Three years after the finale of World Tour. The 19-year-old Heather Kasuga, the winner of the most recent season, was getting home from her job. Like most previous contestants, she was living off a pretty normal job, with residuals coming in every once in a while for old Total Drama reruns or DVD sales. Every few days, one or two people would recognize her from her stint on reality television when she was a teen, with some of the pervier guys even commenting on how much her body had developed since. Heather had gotten pretty used to it by now. Since she never got any of the cash winnings from the show, all she really got out of it was the fame. As Heather parked her car in her driveway, she noticed an envelope very clearly sticking out of her mailbox. She stood in front of her front door for a second, examining the strange, hand-written address and lack of return address. She shrugged and ripped open the envelope, pulling out the letter. As she read it, only one name came to her mind.
Chris.
The letter read: “Hello former campers! A once in a lifetime opportunity has come up! Do you miss the glitz and glamour your life had as a contestant? Do you miss being stopped in the streets by overjoyed fans? Do you miss the chance of winning a ridiculous amount of money? Well, come by the Vancouver International Airport at 4:00 pm next Sunday. Oh, and as always, make sure to pack.
Your favorite host,
Chris.
P.S. Wear something light, the weather out on the island is hot this time of year.”
And just like that, Heather found herself on that old familiar boat, surrounded by old familiar faces that she hadn’t seen for years. She silently cursed herself in her head for going along with such a stupid plan, but she already won one season, how bad could it be? The boat was abuzz with old friends reuniting and old flings awkwardly meeting up. Her eyes scanned the seats of the boat. She saw past contest winners, Owen, Gwen, Duncan, Beth. They all looked pretty jazzed to be going back to the island, except Gwen, who never really looked jazzed about anything. Cody, as per usual, was sitting next to Gwen, trying desperately to hold a conversation with her. His unbridled lust for her seems to have only gotten worse, now that they were both fully grown adults. Cody's eyes barely once left Gwen's chest as he rambled on to her uninterested ears. Heather couldn't blame him though, Gwen had a pretty nice rack.
In fact, everyone on the boat was sporting some pretty hot bodies, having obviously developed a lot since they last all saw each other. Chris’ direction to “wear something light” must have been heard by every contestant who chose to come back, considering all of the contestants were clad in pretty revealing outfits. Thanks to this, Heather’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the… accentuated bodies of her fellow campers. Whether it be Lindsay’s gargantuan head-sized tits barely held in her skimpy top, Owen’s very obvious thick bulge in his loose gym shorts, or the abs on Geoff or Eva… or Alejandro…
Heather’s eyes lingered on Alejandro’s exposed chest through his open button down shirt. She quickly looked away, but it had gotten harder and harder for her to hide her feelings for him by the end of the final season. She had no clue how she would survive seeing his chiseled, jacked body every day for the next month or two. She tried to shake those feelings off as the boat began to slow down and Wawanakwa came into view.
As the boat docked, Heather watched the usual rigamarole the show’s cameramen and producers had to go through. They unloaded the full camera and microphone setup onto the dock, with Chris quickly fixing his hair right before they began rolling.
“This season on Total Drama!” Chris all but screamed to the camera, in his usual over the top voice and prose.
“We discover what happens when you’re kicked off every ‘family-friendly’ network, due to way too much fanfic being written about you contestants!”
“What the fuck is he talking about?” Eva grunted, looking out of the boat, the contestants still in line, waiting for their cue to walk out onto the island.
“F-Fanfiction? That’s ridiculous!” Courtney exclaimed, her tight white dress shirt barely holding back her tits. “What kind of depraved pervert would find a reality tv show sexually stimulating?!”
“I dunno sugar, but you might have something to do with it!” Duncan shouted out from a few spots behind her, his eyes glued to her ass as they patiently waited in line. Her head whipped around, staring daggers at Duncan, though she couldn’t help but blush, being around her old fling again.
“And so,” Chris continued, “our last hope to avoid bankruptcy is an X-rated reboot!”
DJ audibly gulped “X-rated? Does that mean we’ll be doing even more extreme stunts than last time? I should’ve never come back!”
A few other contestants chimed in with what they thought “X-rated” could entail, but Heather had a realization. She looked down at her own skimpy clothes. A tight red top with a hole in the center that practically looked like a sports bra on Heather’s chest, and a pair of miniscule grey shorts. Her eyes floated up to Bridgette, who was standing in front of her. She was wearing similarly short shorts, her plump, tanned thighs and ass abundantly visible to everyone around her, not to mention her similarly skimpy top.
Heather gulped as the contestants got the OK to move onto the dock from the camera crew. As they made their way down the off ramp of the boat, they overheard Chris saying “And like all cliche reboots, the original cast returns!”
As the large group of contestants got their first view of Wawanakwa in nearly half a decade, the realization began to settle in for some campers.
“I can’t believe I actually agreed to come back to this island again.” Trent groaned, obviously playing it up for the camera, but also regretting his decision to return to the show.
“Tell me about it.” Cody piped in, trying to get a good view of the cabins from his position on the dock. He tried his hardest not to stare at the ladies around him, though it was becoming more and more difficult to do so.
“And what would a cliche reboot be without recycled twists, like ‘Guys Vs. Girls’!” Chris continued over excitedly to the camera as the contestants continued making their way out of the boat. LeShawna, who’s already curvy body had turned into all but a work of thick art post-puberty, looked pretty miffed at the sight of the island.
“Cmon Chris, you didn’t change the island at all since last time? We supposed to sleep in the same dirty ass cabins too?” LeShawna asked, her cleavage apparent in her low cut top cradling her G cups.
“Oh it's alright LeShawny!” Lindsay chirped, sporting her classic blue bandana. She had earbuds in, listening to whatever trashy pop she was obsessed with that week, dancing back and forth to the rhythm of the song. Her massive tits bounced around wildly, constantly threatening to spill out of her shirt. “Think of it like a sleepover! Like the good old days!”
“Right. The ‘good old days’.” LeShawna said with a shiver, remembering her time on the island.
“Whoa…” Owen and DJ said in unison, getting their first good look at their female contestants after the long, cooped up boat ride. Owen, still being as goofy and oblivious as he was back when they filmed, had his eyes locked on LeShawna’s tits as she stretched her back, pushing her chest out.
DJ, conversely, had his eyes locked on Lindsay’s chest, following the wire of her earbuds down between the valley formed by her humongous knockers. “Yknow, maybe coming back wasn’t such a bad idea…” he whispered to Owen, who just chortled back.
Harold, who had hung out with Owen and DJ for the boat ride, was droning on about some nerdy topic, as per usual, while sneaking a look at LeShawna’s fat ass, a mere foot or so in front of him. He could just reach out and…
“So!” Duncan’s loud boisterous tone cut through Harold’s perverted thoughts. “It’s ‘Boys Vs. Girls’, eh? You two gonna be able to work together?” He leans in, draping an arm around both Gwen and Courtney. Gwen was wearing a sheer blue crop top over an obvious lacy black bra, her pale midriff on full display. Courtney, on the other hand, chose to ignore Chris’ suggestion to dress light, correctly assuming it was just a pervy ploy for him to ogle the female contestants. She was in a tight white dress shirt and a grey skirt, her tight waist and big tits still obvious through her attire.
“The past is the past, Duncan!” Courtney retorts, pushing Duncan’s sneering face away from hers. “Gwen and I are focused and here to win! Isn’t that right, Gwen?”
“Yup…” Gwen replies dryly, picking Duncan’s arm up off of her shoulders. Her eyes linger for an extra second on Courtney’s body. Was she always so stacked? Gwen felt a slight blush on her face, obvious due to her pale complexion, and tried to hide it. Courtney didn’t seem to notice, more focused on Duncan walking away from them, still unable to resist his brash attitude, as well as his absolutely shredded body in his tight black tank top. Courtney bit her lip, trying to shove away thoughts of past flings with Duncan… and his fat cock…
“8 guys and 8 girls, all competing together to win a cash prize!” Chris said with glee, clearly enjoying all of the past drama already being unearthed. With all of the contestants out on the dock at this point, Eva still in front, they were running out of space to stand comfortably. Eva stood there like a brick wall, her muscular arms crossed tightly under her impressive bust. She was wearing a simple blue sleeveless top, customized to fit her chest. Having a couple of D cups wouldn’t stop her from becoming a world class bodybuilder. Suddenly, she felt something bump against her ass, whipping around to see Alejandro, the second contestant in line.
“Um, Eva, right?” He said with an awkward smile after accidentally touching her butt. “Beautiful name, by the way… um, mind scooting down a bit? There isn’t really much room…” Alejandro continued with an awkward chuckle.
Eva slowly looked him up and down, her expression never cracking. Her thick eyebrows stayed furrowed on her head, even as her gaze passed over his desirable body. She whipped her head back around, making her ponytail slap him lightly in the face. “No.” She replied bluntly, though a small blush formed on her face, unbeknownst to Alejandro.
As he awkwardly laughed it off and turned back around, he found Beth, the stereotypical nerdy girl, smiling up at him like she was getting her picture taken.
“Um… hi. Have we met?” Alejandro said, before Beth suddenly moved closer, all but snuggling against Alejandro’s muscular body.
“I’m just consherving shpace.” Beth practically spat out through her braces. She seemed to have never left that awkward teen phase, but somehow, the look kind of worked for her. But maybe Alejandro was just too blinded by the feeling of her soft titties against his muscular chest to do anything.
“But finally, there are some new rules being instituted that these lovely contestants haven’t gotten the chance to hear about yet! Follow me to the repurposed Playa De Losers for our first rundown!” Chris winked to the camera, before someone yelled “Cut!”. Chris, still strangely over excited, led the contestants to the (relatively) luxurious part of the island, decked out with a heated pool, refreshments served by chef, and actual comfortable living quarters.
“Thank god we don’t have to live in the cabins at least.” Cody said as he followed behind Chris and the crew.
“Yeah! Playa De Losers is sooo nice!” Lindsay said, still a little too loud, thanks to the music still blasting in her ears. “Like, there’s this little bar thing in the middle of the pool and like you can swim up to the bar! It’s sooo neat, like, I’ve never swam to get a drink before! Eva, have you ever swa-” Lindsay’s loud bubbly voice was suddenly cut off by Eva yanking the earbuds out of her ears, shoving them down between her tits, engulfing nearly her whole muscular forearm!
“Shut. Up.” Eva said, yanking her hand from Lindsay’s deep cleavage, accidentally pulling Lindsay’s tits out just enough for the nipples to peek over her shirt, which of course, Lindsay didn’t notice, just going back to humming her song, her plump lips curved into a cute smile.
Eventually the campers made it to Playa De Losers, renamed to just The Playa for this season. Chris told them to get comfortable while the camera crew sets everything up, and that they’d start rolling again in 45 minutes. The cast dispersed, with most going to their new rooms to set up their belongings. During all of this, Chef walked around, handing out cooled pink lemonade to the contestants, which was appreciated by all of them after the long, hot walk to The Playa.
Harold began unpacking his clothes, casually chatting with Geoff, DJ, and Cody, who he was sharing a room with.
“You know, it’s weird. Total Drama used to totally freakin’ suck, but this season doesn’t seem that bad so far.” He said in his typical breathy, nerdy tone.
“You’re right, dude.” Geoff said, already packing his bong, not even having fully unpacked yet. “Not to mention, I bought enough za to last the whole season!” he said with a dumb grin, taking another sip of his drink.
DJ and Cody rolled their eyes, being two of the more passive male contestants, compared to people like Duncan or Alejandro. Cody finished off his pink lemonade, making his way out of their room to find Chef for another.
“Well I’m gonna go swimming, and maybe talk to Chris about some co-ed housing.” Harold said with a smirk, uncharacteristic of him.
“Woah ho ho, tryna get some action with LeShawna, huh?” DJ piped up, fluffing his pillow and straightening out his sheets.
“Oh yes, most definitely. Geoff and I were talking about our honeys on the boat ride here.” Harold said, gesturing to Geoff, who was mid-rip. He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, his eyes noticeably becoming half lidded.
“Yeah, the second me and Bridge get some alone time…” He said with a dopey smile, standing up and making his way out to the pool as well.
Harold changed into his swimsuit, getting a manly “lookin good, dude” from DJ, due to his more muscular body and longer dick, both adding to his unusual amount of bravado and confidence this time around.
Out at the pool, Heather was sitting alone at the tiki bar, sipping her pink lemonade. Her eyes squinted as she scanned over her contestants. They all seemed too happy to be back, but it made sense. Staying at The Playa, getting actual good refreshments from Chef, it all seemed too good to be true. Suddenly, Heather saw Alejandro wading through the water towards her, drinking his own drink. He sat opposite her.
“Hey Heather. How’s life been?” He said, seemingly letting her actions in the World Tour finale be bygones. Heather stared at him, unsure of why he’d be so nice.
“So, what are you doing here again? I thought only the original cast was invited.” She said coldly, staring down Alejandro, trying her hardest not to look at his pecs through his still unbuttoned shirt.
“Well, that certainly was the plan.” He responded, resting his face on his hand. “I guess the producers just need to sleep with it- I mean, sleep on it.” Alejandro quickly corrected his Freudian slip. For some reason, even though Heather was his sworn enemy, he couldn’t help but imagine them together. Him plowing into her from behind, watching in a mirror as her face contorts in lust. Heather was thinking nearly the exact same thing, vividly imagining riding Alejandro until he was a whimpering mess under her. She was unsure of why her libido seemed to be so unnaturally high. The both of them finished off their drinks, in an attempt to literally cool themselves down.
At this point, almost every contestant had fully unpacked and were all waiting out by the pool. The rooming layout was
BOYS A:
DJ, Harold, Cody, Geoff
BOYS B:
Duncan, Owen, Alejandro, Trent
GIRLS A:
Courtney, LeShawna, Beth, Gwen
GIRLS B:
Heather, Lindsay, Bridgette, Eva
Now, with the camera crew fully set up, Chris was ready to announce the twist of this season.
“Alright campers! I hope you all appreciate not having to stay at the campsite this season!”
The campers let out a general cheer, all pretty happy that they had better living conditions. Lindsay, who was on her 3rd drink, just sort of stared blankly at Chris’ surprisingly muscular chest, a slightly blush on her face.
“Now, for the rules. As you all know, this season will be an 8 Vs. 8 battle of the sexes!”
Lindsay, surprisingly more energetic than usual, popped out of her seat, making her peeking tits even more obvious. “Aw yeah! We got this, right Ava? Girl power!” She said, grabbing Eva’s shorter stocky body and pulling it close, accidentally showing Eva’s face right up against a nearly exposed breast that was larger than her head.
“Instead of one winner, each member of the winning team will get the $50,000 prize! How we got the money after being turned down by almost every TV station in Canada? I have no idea!” Chris said with his trademarked laugh.
“Woo-hoo! We are so getting that prize, Codester!” Owen said, bro-hugging Cody, hilariously mirroring Lindsay and Eva by pressing his face right against his big chest. Cody barely even noticed, his eyes spellbound by Lindsay’s peeking areolas.
“And in a minor, very very insignificant change- you will all be competing in…”
Chris held his pause while Chef performed a drumroll with two straws.
“Sex games!”
“WHAT?!” every camper said in unison.
To Be Continued...