Pierced ears, neon-dyed hair, shaved sides of head, thick-framed glasses and resting bitch-face galore.
No, this wasn’t that trite ‘feminist meme’ you’ve seen a million times, but Tiffany Gabriel’s easily excited base!
Skyler Gabriel couldn’t help but note this in her traditional irony-loving way as she gazed across the room with herself and her wife taking centre stage in this crowded gymnasium from behind the navy blue curtain. The simple fact though was that she really shouldn’t be so harsh on this crowd’s stereotypical looks, as although she was now the wife of a mayoral candidate - something that had made her ego swell quite a bit admittedly - these supporters were essentially her roots and the ‘urban tribe’ that she used to call home.
Oh, how those were different times when she was wild and single. Life was just a whirlwind of university lectures about Simone de Beauvoir and Judith Butler; protests at city hall and the local TV station; and, of course, far too many times just getting black out drunk at the campus pub and waking up in the bed of some young woman whose name she didn’t even know!
Maybe her life didn’t have a lot of ‘purpose’ at that time, but the freedom she had back then was filling her with a tad of wistfulness as she looked around where she was - dressed up in appealingly blue feminine garb with short white heels under the banner of one of the political machines that made up Fillerton. Where was the radicalism that had made up most of her teen years?
Her younger self would positively call her a sellout from the crowd right at this second and demand she burn something!
However, then again, all she’d have to look at was her wife Tifa’s beyond rock-hard bod positively rocking that blue powersuit, her buff calves jutting like marble pillars worthy of Athens beneath her azure skirt and she was brought back into the moment with thigh-clenching arousal, knowing full well how wildly horny her tall, dark and handsome wife got after giving a good speech.
Yes, her life certainly changed after meeting Tiffany Gabriel, but this woman-studies academic-turned-homemaker wouldn’t have missed their chance encounter for all tenured university positions in the world. On that day, Skylar had been drinking as usual, celebrating a friend’s successful dissertation on the ‘Sexual Division of Labor’ in order to procrastinate on writing her own thesis paper which hadn’t gotten past the introductory paragraph. They’d just finished a toast to better days ahead, when she appeared for the first time, strutting in with a practical glowing aura of confidence in a leather jacket and dark jeans like she owned the land itself.
God, Tifa was just so freaking hot that day - and still was! - leading to her to stare open mouthed at the tanned amazon going past several booths gaping guys to come right to the table and ask ‘What’s good?’ at this bar. Surely, she was mistaken, right? Where was her dumb ogre boyfriend that these kind of gym-addicted young women usually snapped up before a nerdy girl had the chance? Yet, it quickly became clear that she was new blood to this campus and was, for some reason, choosing to sit with a group whose half its members hadn’t even seen the inside a gym! Her most nosy of friends asked Tifa to sit right beside a blushing Skyler, who was just cursing her choice of unflattering rainjacket and pink beanie that night, and against all luck, they actually got to know each other better.
Over many shots, of course.
Tiffany Gabriel was a recently discharged Marine pursuing a degree in communications and, though this meant she had been part of that terrible ‘Military-Industrial complex’ that Skylar had previously condemned with all her heart on numerous occasions, all the young feminist could do was curl a chocolate lock and ask how many sit-ups she could do. The answer was naturally a lot, and she found herself melting further and further into this booth seating as the woman proudly showed off her six-pack and biceps that were beyond well-earned. But, despite acting like a total meat-head at times, she really wasn’t that bad though, perhaps she’d served in the most destructive apparatus human history had ever seen, but on the other hand, she personally held views that weren’t only liberal, but could be considered left-wing even!
The most important opinion for Skylar’s ears being the right for two good-looking ladies to get together, and you know what? Six-months later, they were!
It was funny how life could hit someone sometimes, as a year before that, the idea of being some housewife was the literal antithetical horror that haunted her dreams like some patriarchal dystopia, and yet here she was, between reading and writing on various intersecting topics, she was cleaning, cooking and taking care of her new spouse in anyway she could from a rather nice-looking home. Probably her eighteen-year-old self would be screaming at her current domestic situation, but guess what?
Her eighteen-year-old self was certainly not having the sex like she was now!
A lazy writer would call Tifa a genuine stud or stallion and leave it at that. However, not only was Skylar not sure how to use ‘stud’ - was it simply an ideologically-charged word that reinforced male-dominance in the bedroom or an expression that a feminist should take back by applying it to Queer sexual encounters? - she felt it didn’t do justice to what an amazing lover Tifa was.
Skylar didn’t even know if she could say what ‘fucking’ really was before she’d met Tifa, as all sexual encounters didn’t just ‘pale’ in comparison, they’d almost been forgotten! Her wife was simply so dominant and yet responsive as a lover that Skylar often didn’t even have to think once love-making started, whether it kicked off in a dank pub’s bathroom or a penthouse in Fillerton’s nicest hotel, but just shut off her mind, which usually was jumbled with theories, and simply enjoy the brainless activity of having her sweaty body ravished in ways she couldn’t even imagine. She swore that Tifa had a magic tongue, a kiss making her legs weak and knees buckle before another flick of that fantastical wet wand in her mouth had her love-lips aroused to maximum degree. After that, all she’d have to do was rub at her jeans crotch to make her scream in a debilitating orgasm, but Tifa never made it that quick.
Given the freedom, Tifa was the kind of lover that kept going from dusk til dawn with her seemingly limitless connection to her eternal libido, bringing her to the edge of a quaking orgasm with deft fingers before she sat her juicy love-slit on her drooling face and rode all over your face for a soaked eternity. Could Skylar even admit that she understood ‘scissoring’ before? Tifa did it with such skillful vigor that she sometimes felt like her brain was melting out one ear with how hard she went, and yet, her taller, stronger, and a billion-times more confident wife always was tender enough to never make it sore or go too far, no matter how kinky they got.
Of course, the soreness would come in the morning, when her tired body found it hard to stand up while Tifa was up at six running on the treadmill as usual.
So had mind-blowing sex made her submissive to domestication? That was one unfair way to look at it, she supposed, and though her change of clothing from comfy casual jeans to only the most fluttery of bright dresses in public certainly wouldn’t sate such accusations from her inner malcontent, that simply wasn’t understanding the whole situation! Tifa was a wondrous woman not only in the bedroom, but also funny and filled with love and though she certainly had her flaws like her untameable cockiness - not to even mention the ‘unmentionables’ she’d found on her browser’s history… - she knew that her wife wouldn’t ask her to wear such feminine drabs in public if it wasn’t to appeal to the voters who weren’t exactly dyed-pinko feminist-communists.
Plus, this was a chance to grasp actual power, with her council in the ear of the mayor! This rightward pivot nearer to the election was surely only temporary.
Naturally, the very reason that Tiffany Gabriel had won the Burro Party primary was with the backbone that had been the activist network from the small but vocal feminist and LGBTQ community in Fillerton, and this gathering tonight was to reassure them that she was going to continue to fight for their cause when finally elected if they just continued their canvassing and phone-banking efforts. Her wife really shouldn’t have anything to fear with her standing nearby though, as she could even recognize some of the faces in the crowd were some of her former colleagues back in school, but there were definitely some faces she didn’t recognize.
Actually, there were a lot more beautiful faces than she’d ever known to come to these rallies sitting quietly at the back with intense gazes. Were they stiff-spined conservatives spying on them? If so, why so many? Skylar shook these questions from her head as she heard her wife tell the crowd to settle down, focusing more on flattening any wrinkles in this modest baby blue dress that looked like it could come from a homemaker’s magazine out of the 1950s with gag-worthy polka dots . Oh, she hated how she looked no matter the compliments Tifa showered on her, but she’d just have to grin and bear it for now as this was about something bigger than her right now.
….and if thinking about a brighter future didn’t work, she could always look forward to another round of rolling in the bedsheets, when this dress would be in a sweaty ball on the floor!
After the applause quieted, Mrs. Tiffany Gabriel lowered her outstretched hands to the lectern, subtle biceps pressing clear against her outer blue jacket, and cleared her throat. “Thank you…. Thank you…. Let me just say that I’m so honored to be here this evening, supporting and being supported by what is perhaps the greatest bunch of people gathered under one roof!”
It was shameless pandering, but with her wife’s confident and crispy-smooth tones, she really could get a crowd to sit, shake and throw their panties on stage for such an Athena that they wanted to either be or be with, so the first front rows gave out a few cheers and claps which she had to settle down once more.
“Whether you are a feminist, a person of colour, an individual of any sexual preference or an-”
“BOOO~!”
“Nooo~!”
“THAT’S A TRIGGER~!”
Quickly, Tifa shot her long mane of black backwards with a sour look for Skylar’s eyes only, relying on her ‘LGBTQ-whisperer’ to navigate these mine-field waters of language. As subtle as she could, Skylar mouthed with her face globbed with ‘subtle makeup’, which to her mind felt surprisingly heavy, that that word she was looking for was ‘Or-i-en-ta-tion’ and not the already dated phrase ‘sexual preferences’.
Like a yo-yo, Tifa’s head rocketed back for the crowd. “Sorry, sexual preference or sexual orientation, just know that I’m going to keep fighting for you!” Despite that slight flub, Skylar knew that she had an ace up her sleeve in the form of the acronym written upon her palm, and she quickly looked upon it before adding more. “As an open lesbian and one of the only females in my unit during my service, I can understand the difficulties of standing out in a group while also understanding my privilege. Our campaign, after all, is not just for those women who want to see an upstanding representation of themselves in the mayor’s office, but all those who identify as Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Transsexual, Queer, Questioning-” She took a deep breath, glancing once more at her palm. “Intersex, A…uh.. Asexual, A…Agender and Pansexual!” She did a fist pump under the lectern as Skylar could see that her handwriting had gotten a bit messed up and she had to do half of that from memory. “Not mention our wonderful Allies!”
She certainly could have gotten away with merely LGBTQ+ but her wife always was a showboater!
“And where is the ‘F’!?” Quite the commanding tone boomed from the back, making the candidate’s speech stop short and making her squint her eyes to the back to find out who that had came from.
“Uh…” Tifa raised an eyebrow, giving a chuckle to cover for her confusion. “F? I hope you mean ‘feminist’, ladies.”
Skylar found her spine stiff up and tingle as one of those women in the back stood up without any of the usual shakes of nervousness that people typically had when speaking from an audience. She looked to be a rather attractive college-aged woman, but far more eye-fetching was her glowingly radiant skin ever so sun-kissed that seemed to absorb the harsh light of this gymnasium with grace as she stared piercingly sharp blue eyes upon them, her gaze as intense as lasers. Did she just come from the spa or something? However, as Skylar found herself helpless to observe the buxom bustage this woman had sticking out alongside a black lace bra out of her white button-up - those simply had to be *ahem* enhancements, right? - the young candidate’s wife finally snapped to the uncanny fact that had the other audience members in the front slightly unnerved.
Skylar and Tifa were now staring at this woman at eye level as this leggy blonde stood, but they were both on a stage that was at least two feet off ground level. What kind of heels was this woman wearing?
“We have been following your campaign for a while, Tiffany.” This woman had the gall to call her wife by the first name without a hint of hesitation, now starting to approach as her eyes stared forward with a tiger’s determination. A quick glance downwards and Skylar noted quickly that this woman was indeed wearing heels, but those black clicking open-toed spikes at the tip of her disproportionately long legs were four-inches at most, meaning that this woman was a bona fide titaness even barefoot! She stood in front of the lectern, her pinky, plump and persistently pouty lips right at Skylar’s eyeline and looking large enough to suck down half her head with their unreasonable amount of mass. “We’ve been impressed with your language about supporting those on the peripheries of society, but we’ve agreed it’s time we come out of the closet like many of your supporters and correct some things about this campaign.”
Even Tifa, a woman trained to expect the unexpected by the U.S. Marines, had her limits upon being face-to-face with this voluptuous blonde bombshell, looking her down from her ass-length free-flowing blonde hair to her black leather trousers that surely had something substantial stuffed down her pockets by the sheer protrusion she had around her upper thighs. Skylar saw that her dark-haired partner gulped nervous for the first time since knowing her, a little bit of sweat on her brow. “W-Well, if you’re interested in giving our campaign some pointers, I’m sure you can schedule a meeting with my campaign manager and-”
”We’re not talking about some ‘pointers’, Tiffany.” The blonde stepped upon the stage in the single lunge with ease, the wooden frame creaking under the weight of this blonde titanide as all eyes were trained on her firm and round glutes positively glistening in those shiny leather pants, the material groaning as her thick buns were just barely contained by the material. Skylar was always secretly tickled when her wife was taller than most women and even some men when doing campaign stops, just a physical sign of her dominance that effortlessly radiated out. However, this was the first time she’d known her wife to be so utterly dwarfed in the presence of another woman, and it gave her an incredible queasy feeling in her stomach that her dear amazon was only brushing the crown of her head against this woman’s unbelievably perky bowling balls at her chest. Goodness, if this giantess so desired, she could have swallowed her wife’s beautiful head completely with just her bosom! “We’re talking about launching your campaign to a whole new level which puts you on your way to the presidency if you’ll just accept a couple… ‘changes’ in your platform.”
That ‘P-word’ sent a fluttery smile in her wife’s face, Skylar knowing full well that all politicians in America, but especially her wife, always had that dream never too far from the front of their minds. However, that was why she was always standing nearby, to keep this beautiful goddess that she’d married down with the mortals. “E-Excuse me!” Skylar found her voice and stepped forward a confidently as these infernal heels would allow, for the first time in her life struggling to keep her eyes actually looking to a woman’s face above such a chasm of cleavage. “You still haven’t stated what you and your ‘faction’ really is.” She pointed forward right at buttoned-up navel of the blonde before directing her finger to the back where it was clear an entire diverse militia who not only shared a common trait of being obscenely tall, but also being overwhelmingly beautiful to the point that Skylar was sure that a conservative opponent had stolen a bus full of super models. “What is this ‘F-word’ you really want us to know about?”
“I’ll give you a free education, girl.” She said so utterly condescendingly that Skylar found her mind flashing red with fantasies of totally scooping out this smug virago’s eye sockets with that melon baller that her wife had given her last Christmas. Sure, that kind of demeaning words were downright hot when Tifa had a butt plug shoved up her ass and proceeded to spank her until she called her ‘Mistress’ loud enough for their neighbours to hear, but she wouldn’t put up with it in public! However, her gaze crawled up to this woman’s eyes, seemingly an entire field of woman that stretched up until the gymnasium lights were blinding her, she found her chin fall to the floor with not enough strength to even look upon such admitted feminine grandeur. Instead, this blonde smirked and took the microphone from Tifa with relatively little struggle. “May I?”
Naturally, her wife was no stranger to fighting and had broken a few punching bags over the year back home, but the tone of this woman suggested that her question wasn’t about permission as it was simply a formality before talking, and the former Marine sized up her foe rather quickly before lowering her head. Tifa finally took a graceful step back and grumbled through gritted teeth to Skylar. “This better be good…”
Skylar’s mind was spinning at how her usually dominant queen had been upstaged like that so easily, but things weren’t made any easier when this blonde started making her own speech with more booming conviction than even her silver-tongued wife.
“Hello everyone. My name is Shiv Jefferson.” This woman proceeded to rip the microphone quite easily from the lectern before pacing rightwards on the groaning stage, the wood sounding as if it could go out at any second from this woman’s immense poundage of bust, hips and what ever the hell was stuffed in at her crotch. “And I just want to start by saying that ‘we’ used to be a lot like of you here. Teenagers who couldn’t find their place, mothers feeling stuck in the kitchen, and young women not knowing what to do in this male-dominated world, this was all of ‘us’ not to long ago and we sympathize deeply with a lot of the faces I see today, as I see the women we used to be!”
Used to be?! What the heck was she talking about? Skylar wanted to cry this out with waving hands, but a firm grip from Tifa’s hand had her freeze in place. “Let her talk…” She whispered. in a calm and commanding tone as she actually smiled at what was being said. Her wife wasn’t actually listening to such insanity, was she?
“But know that compromise and politeness isn’t the only way forward, ladies, as we don’t have to be quiet anymore!” She raised a fist like any platitudinous revolutionary, but in a surprising move, she put a hand between her legs, right on that peculiar bulge that looked like she’d shoved her lunchbox down there and her fingers sunk into the scrunchy leather flesh of her pants. “What am I talking about, fellow Futas?”
”FUTA SUPREMACY!” The militia of shapely women in the back finally stood up and shouted a booming cry, making Skylar cover her ears from the sudden sound but unable to miss that they all had gripped their seemingly stuffed crotches. Out of nowhere, berets were dawned on their head, doors were locked at the back and suddenly all these oversized ladies were reaching down their pants. Oh crap, were they all concealed carriers and ‘FUTA’ was some radical liberation front for feminists?
She scrambled to figure out the acronym flying on a red flag now being waved at the back. Females for… the Utter… Termination of… Abuse? Feminists Unbeatable Together Association? Fems Under Trouble Acorn…? She was getting nothing until…
Ah double crap… Now she knew where she’d heard that term and it certainly wasn’t from any academic papers!
“Yes! We have evolved beyond the male/female divide in a most glorious way and we wish to share it with all who deserve it!” The woman on stage gave a lewd moan as she gripped her crotch more and more furiously, bouncing that bulge more vulgar than even the dirtiest ‘gangsta’ rapper as it became clear that there was a strange elephantine quality to what she was seeing. But surely, that wasn’t a trunk that they were seeing, was it? “After evolving, you’ll not only become effortlessly gorgeous like us, but also think three times faster and be four times as strong! All you’ll have to do is submit to our greater cause and-”
”Okay enough of this.” Tiffany could not only see the utterly baffled, fearful and/or disgusted look on her supporters’ faces but just finally understood the ridiculous rhetoric coming from this woman’s perfect pink lips. This ‘Shiv’ may have been quite the tall one with her friends, able to give an impressive show, but everyone who knew Tifa also knew she had a low limit for bullshit. “Four times as strong? Who are you kidding? This is just some wild ad-campaign for.. protein powder, or some crap, isn’t it? Damn it, I’m calling the cops and-”
”Oh goodness, why do you ‘Uncockeds’ always demand to show off our strength rather than our minds?” She gave a snotty titter behind her hand like a proper blonde princess, shutting Tifa up as she effortlessly pushed her into Skylar’s arms and walked over to the pile of speakers hastily set up for the rally, some of these systems obviously not changed in forty years with their size and heft. Skylar watched in anticipation for this clearly insane woman to try to lift one of those speakers over her head and fail, having already seen two burly men bring them over before while they were chatting with the campaign manager backstage, but it went so much further than that! Not only did one speaker rocket up in her hands, cables snapping like cooked spaghetti, but she crushed it easier than a sand sculpture, the screeching of cracking metal and whatever else made up a speaker echoing out like a dying animal until she had the thing smashed as small as a sandwich between her palms. An audible shudder escaped her lips before she let it clank to the floor like an anchor, the utter density being demonstrated by the thunderous boom that escaped. Shiv smirked down at Tifa, lightly kicking over the scrap metal before crossing her arms. “Any other questions?”
”Oh shit…” Tifa actually uttered loud enough for the microphone to pick up, but she wasn’t making a campaign gaffe at the sign of this woman’s strength.
As Shiv was crushing stereos like Lennie did the rabbits, the behemothian blonde must have gotten seriously aroused at her strongwoman act. However, neither women on stage were noting the thick hard nipples near piercing through her white blouse while a so much thicker and much harder protrusion that was sticking near half-way across the stage. More impressive though, was that this spontaneous swelling had ripped through her leather pants like tissue!
Skylar knew futas for only one revolting reason - her weekly dive into her spouse browser history to find out how her insatiable other got her ‘kicks’, a ritual she only did without Tifa’s knowledge because she wanted to get to know her wife’s ‘subconscious’ better… for the sake of the relationship, you know? However, she found herself tumbling into a world of perverted porn, erotica and hentai when she did, and certainly not the ‘sex-positive’ kind that she’d long agreed with her friends was the only acceptable form of ‘erotic entertainment’ a proper feminist should consume. ‘Futa’, a term from Japan as these kinky innovations tended to be, appeared to be some way to avoid the whole ‘queer debate’ around gender identity and bodies by just giving their viewers a fictional type of woman that had a functional penis with and sometimes without hermaphroditism. ‘Subtle’ wasn’t a word she’d put to these drawings and morphs either, as her wife, previously unbeknownst to her, appeared to prescribe to the horribly barbaric idea of ‘bigger was better’. It was off-putting for Skylar, suddenly insecure that not only her figureless form wasn’t enough for her seeming insatiable wife obsessed with exaggerated hourglass builds, but that she hadn’t got a penis bigger than her forearm!
Yet, she continued coming back every week for more ‘research’ when her wife was out pretending to be religious at church, getting hot and sweaty in her swivel chair over the question if she wanted to be or be with such a macrophallic woman.
Suddenly though, her proficient and frequent use of the strap-on was making more and more sense…
“I see you’re impressed by my ‘Futa-hood’, Tiffany.” Her hands slowly crept down, the base of her palms running up the delicately smooth but rock-hard hard-on until it got to its terribly bulbous glans just peeking from what Skylar could only assume was called her ‘Futa-skin’. But what an obese schlong! How could any woman even fathom enjoying such aggressive tool of penetration like it was an ICBM pointed right at their womanhood!? Admittedly it was of a similar size of her wife’s black silicone strap-on, but that was only after so much training that she could take such girth. Surely Tiffany should just laugh at such oversized growth, right? “An evolved Futa-female is twice the size of an average male while being five-times more productive and we’re quite proud of that.”
“I see…” Tifa, to her spouse’s great frustration, was frankly open-lipped drooling at the erection that was near battering into her bellybutton like a medieval siege weapon, no doubt unable to miss the throbbing purple-headed member appeared to be harder and ‘ribbed for her pleasure’ more than any actual penis should be - almost like it was designed by and for women! Where had these ‘Futas’ come from? A mad-scientist’s laboratory like Dr. Moreau!? They weren’t supposed to be real! “It’s very… *Nnnph~*… substantial I must admit.” Her eyes slowly strolled up this blonde’s body, and Skylar knew this hungry look from the bedroom too well.
It was the ‘I’m going to ravish you good’-look and it gave Skylar goosebumps even now when directed at another woman. But no... This had to be some ploy to lower this taller woman’s defenses, right!?
“We can make you one of us as well, Tiffany.” Shiv got way too close for Skylar’s comfort as she stepped tenderly behind her and put those firmly feminine hands upon her shoulders to give a back rub as she cooed so softly what would no doubt be music to her muscular wifey. “Just imagine. Bigger, stronger, smarter? Goodness, we’ve never had such a perfect specimen to properly ‘Cock’ before. Ooo~ I’m just getting hard thinking about it...”
”Oof!” Skylar was just a bubbling with fury as she clenched her recently manicured fingers into her palm near hard enough to pierce skin. She didn’t care if this witch was three times her height, she didn’t let any woman rub her penis all over her wife without permission! Another glance from this Shiv woman sent a shiver down Skylar’s spine though , nerves unfortunately pinning her to the spot and only able to mumble her threats under her breath despite how much rage was churning in her gut.
“Yeah...” Tifa bit her gloss-globbed lips and grunted that horny tone she gave when she was in the mood, no doubt as wet a water park as she was thinking about the fun she could have. Those images of hung women in those disgusting hentai comics impaling unrealistically petite women to the point of their mind-breaking flashed in her mind as she looked on her wife’s growing perfect politician grin. “I feel you rubbing against my back.. Feels like a whole tank-barrel and I… Well, it’s tempting to say the least.”
Skylar thought a hellfire missile of expletives would fire armed-to-kill out of her mouth, indiscriminately hailing vulgarity upon both these futas and her wife, but another punk-styled, dyed to the bone feminist stood up and screeched with waving arms before she could. “Ex-cuse me, candidate Gabriel! Are we really supposed to sit around while this disgusting parade of p-p-penises goes around!?” She pointed wildly around, making note that all the supposed ‘Futas’ in the room were proving their status by whipping it out and bouncing them firmly around almost like a prison-guard would a baton at lockout time, slapping their shafts against their palm and sometimes smacking women who gave them a wrong look right between their eyes. “As a member of the ‘Anti-porn’ delegation of your supporters, I find this display incredibly insulting and I demand that these disgusting perverts put their penises back and-”
”Who is a part of this ‘delegation’?” Shiv barked out as two towering women with coffee skin and tight teal tank tops crossed their arms as another Futa of Asian descent came from behind to grip her hair.
“W-What?” This outspoken member gulped as a heavy cockhead walloped on her shoulder before her head was roughly pulled back, eyes wide and frantic as she couldn’t spit out the answer fast enough. “We-We’ll it’s just me and-”
“Cock her.” Shiv snapped her fingers and just when Skylar just assumed this couldn’t mean what she thought it did, these practically three-legged women topped even the lewdest extent of her imagination
The two ‘Futas of colour’ gripped the base of their cocks and furiously beat their feminine meat to the point that their hands were a blur of flesh, their perfect bright teeth clenched tight as their cocks of over a foot in length somehow swelled all the larger and more impressive as they raced to orgasm at a dizzying pace. And that Asian from behind yanked her short dyed red hair further backwards, making her chin point ceiling-wards as she slapped her gasping girl-urethra upon her lips and made her swallow cheek-bulging gulp-load upon gulp-load of thickened emissions that looked like a conveyer belt of yogurt emptying into her gullet that she was forced to take.
“Watch.” Skylar heard Shiv whisper to her wife as she continued to stroke her ego, along with something else. “Watch as we transform this rather unimpressive specimen into an evolved human beyond your comprehension…”
”ARGH~!”
The two wanking women let off their fat loads of female sperm-spunk with even more thicker quantities than any woman thought was imaginable in the room. Like churning cement-catapults, they pelted this previously ‘ideologically pure’ feminist in a bukkake of previously unbelievable proportions, slapping her skin with seed as hot and stodgy as porridge before another serving would be blasted upon her upper body.
The room was silent as these women grunted on, orgasming strong with wet and heavy chunks canoning out of their penises until the Asian joined into, Skylar somehow finding the will to gape even wider when seeing that this woman’s stomach was actually inflating as streams of force-fed cum leaked down the sides of her cheek to join the piling mountains of cum all over her upper body. Soon though, the final splurts emitted from their cocks, these eight feet tall women offering no apology to the massive amount of splash back they’d emitted in extreme amounts on other more quiet spectators, but the stench of cum literally steaming off this woman made any potential complaints stay shtum for the time being.
*SPRUNG*
Just as the whiff of terribly musky female semen finally hit Skylar’s nostrils, making the poor candidate’s wife have to grip the curtain from the wave of dizziness, the unavoidable sight of a pillar of meat surging from the broken fly of this bukkake-ed feminist’s pants was heard and seen by all, but that wasn’t the end of it. The women sitting dumbstruck nearby were struck with an even better reason to be gaping when they too had poles that were unmistakably enormous phalli shoot out from under their skirts until they near smacked them in the chest with their stiffness.
In shock, all those ‘uncocked’ in the room watched in as much silent curiosity as the ‘cocked’ ladies reacted, the three of them slowly awakening to the clear symbol of male-arousal on display and throbbing from their crotches. They didn’t gasp nor scream in further shock though, but started furiously polishing what they’d recently grown, moaning like the lewdest of ‘sex-workers’ that most of them swore was exploitation. It appeared that gaining such lewd sex-instruments that represented the patriarchy seemed to be the last thing on their mind.
Then the growth started, the original feminist groaning and moaning ever huskier as she swelled in all directions. Taller to the point where she sat a head higher than any other support, thicker until her expanded butt and hips could only sit one full cheek on the chair beneath her, and stronger until that leather jacket she had on ripped into some ill-fitting rag that barely hung on to her torso, revealing an angry and powerful six-pack below.
Without stopping her furiously vulgar phallic masturbation for a second, she stood up and raised her left fist. “FUTA SUPREMACY!”
She was only the first one to grow though, as women all around started ‘cocking’ like popping champagne corks and growing with the helps of Futas as these allies of Tiffany’s campaign bemoaned exactly what Shiv had been talking about like kittens at the milk tap. The young women wanted beautiful and strong bodies; the mothers wanted to feel sexual and desired again; and suddenly all these women saw a radical purpose that could change the world. They lapped up the dripping cum piles on the floor, begged to be fucked down the throat like some dirty cum-gutter, and even dropped their panties while swearing off equality for the genders in place of utter Futa-Supremacy.
And what about the men? There were some certainly confused looks by the already penis-having members in the audience, some of the biggest audience members now becoming a literal slim-by-comparison minority as women grew all around them. One rather big man finally got up just to leave, leaving his girlfriend to lap the cum off the gymnasium floor without him, but Skylar just watched in horror as twice as tall Asian girl who looked half his age forced a palmful of cum into his mouth much like a snowball. He wasn’t alone either, as all men were now gargling cum in one way or another, sometimes forced by their former loving partners, and almost as fast as women grew cocks and improved, they instead became all the softer, delicate and, frankly, just downright feminine!
That man hadn’t made it to the door before the fat had evaporated near completely, leaving a hip-swinging effeminate pile on his knees and asking for more of that ‘tasty cum’ in the most vapid of brainless tones. The futa fulfilled the begging of this wide-eyed and long eyelashed effeminate man with the most brutal of mouth pumping, his little hairless 3-incher twitching between his legs.
“See what power we have?” Shiv growled into a drooling Tifa’s ear, making her hand grip her hard-on and stroke it. “We were biding our time to start our revolution, but we think we ‘ve found the perfect candidate to spread our message world wide.” She suddenly straightened her back out and strutted straight as her foot-long-plus erection. “The future is Futa, ladies! Embrace it! Help us change the face of humanity and support Tiffany Gabriel for the harbinger of male-extinction!”
This simply had to be a joke, right? After all, Skylar would always wisecrack between her feminist friends that they secretly were trying to do all the things that their furiously reactionary opponents were accusing them of - a world without men. However, this slapped against all the freedom for humanity that she thought she and her wife stood for, instead replacing it with the exact gender-chauvinism and authoritarianism they were trying eliminate!
Yet Tiffany continued to rub Shiv’s cock.
“I say we do it, Tifa.” Suddenly, Tiffany’s campaign manager Sarah Klein, came out from the behind the curtain, the rather short redhead tightass both figuratively and literally, to show why she’d been quiet for the entire disturbance with a copious showing of goopy futa-cum dripping down her inner thighs. She’d grown to a height quite a few heads higher than the candidate she was advising and now had arms that even put Tifa’s to shame as she flexed and smiled. “These ladies are the real deal, champ, and this is the edge over our opponents that we’ve been waiting for. Plus…” She gripped the breasts which had grown four-times that day, heavy head-sized melons that could rest on Skylar’s head with ease. “I-I get all tingly just thinking about you getting cocked.” Timed with her words, Sarah showed off the retractable nature of her new cock, splorting hefty splattering of vaginal juices upon the stage as she showed an especially stout female-hood, even by standards of these Futas.
“Tifa…” Skylar was filled with a hurricane of emotions, but couldn’t muster more than a weak cry as her wife was walked away with these two futas off stage. “D-Don’t do this! These women are-”
”Just wait at home, Sky.” Tifa flicked a grin back, flicking a casual wink back as if she was just signing autographs. “I’ll be back later tonight after doing some… negotiating.”
”But-”
”Trust me.” She turned around suddenly and licked her lips. “We’re doing what is best for… both of us. Do you understand? I wouldn’t be thinking of anything but us, Sky. You know that”
She fumbled with the hem of her flowing skirt, trying to trust her her wife’s words despite all evidence pointing to the contrary. Her head lightly turned off stage for her eyes to embrace the debauchery this simple rally had turned into, smelling the stank of sex stain on the oxygen as more and more spit and sperm slicked the floor. There weren’t any women anymore, just celebrating futas enjoying their throbbing phallic womanhoods with each other any way they could, all the while, the most delicate and softest of males went around with their pitiable remaining manhood and begged to have their holes stuffed.
Where this all was leading to, Skylar couldn’t know, but before she could even figure out what this ‘Futa Faction’ wanted with her wife in the other room, she found herself forcibly pushed out of the hall and into the car that they had waiting behind the meeting, their chaffeur properly ‘sissified’ and sucking on Futa cock right on the hood of the vehicle. She rushed inside and covered her hands over her face, praying to wake up in her comfortable bed once more with none of this having happened.
What was going to happen in Fillerton if these Futas actually succeeded? Something too radical even for her, that was certain, but as the private car pulled away from the building, she wasn’t proud of the fact that she decided to cum herself the second she got home, the images of what she’d witness sharp in her mind.
… but that was only to clear her head while waiting for her wife, of course… It wasn’t like she was excited to see her wife ‘cocked’ or anything!
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