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It was a month before the election and I had a seven point lead in the
polls. My conservative opponent didn't even seem to be trying to get out
the vote. Many of the voters were energized by my message of
bipartisanship and consensus-building. My opponent was a bronzed trust
funder named Levi Rush who had great hair and who I had known in law
school. He just repeated old conservative talking points about god and
family, backed by the usual rich business interests. Still seven points
was close enough to not be comfortable and I was running in a district
that could swing. I needed to consolidate my lead and a strategic
planning session for the run up to the big day was planned by my campaign
advisers. A weekend retreat.
I hardly remember the retreat, but I know amazing things happened. The
ideas were so solid, so good, that I knew that we could trounce Rush and
his oily campaign advisor, Rich Shayney. Shayney was a veteran of many
smear campaigns and a man highly skilled in the dark arts of dirty
politics. He was an odious, fat, bald, man with a permanent half-grin,
half sneer. It was impossible to tell how old he was. He could have been
35 or 65. He just had one of those amorphous, bloblike faces. Ageless in
their way, I guess.
Ten days before the election it dawned on me that I had a meeting that
was instrumental to the campaign plan determined during the retreat. I
don't know how I forgot about the appointment, but I knew I had to go.
My wife Bonnie- a naturally beautiful environmental consultant who
supported me in my political career while building her own solar energy
business - thought it was unusual that I had forgotten such an important
meeting or that she hadn't been informed about it, since she helped run
my campaign. She had her own reasons for working against Rush. Back in
law school he had tried to date her. The "date" was really more of an
attempt at assault. She hated him. Today she fretted about my
appointment, but I assured her it was ok. In a peasant frock and sandals
and with her long hair flowing behind her, she made her way to the Co-Op
to campaing for me while I went off.
I made my way to the Manchury Inn Motel to keep my rendezvous. It was a
run-down place on the wrong side of the tracks. I had worn my favorite
outfit because this was an important campaign event and just as we had
planned during the strategic retreat, I got the keys to room 214. I went
in and waited in breathless anticipation.
Soon there was a knock. At the door I let in a tall, strong, good-
looking man wearing a white t shirt and jeans. He looked me up and down,
and said simply, "I like Candy." That confused me for a moment, but I
remembered it was part of the plan.
I told him to leave the door unlocked and come in. "How should we do
this?" I asked.
He ran his hand along the v-necked mesh teddy I was wearing, squeezed my
almost naked butt, grabbed my fish-net clad legs, and threw me over onto
the bed. In mere seconds he strapped a ball gag around my mouth, flipped
me over, and pulled down my stockings. God this was going to be good, I
thought. My campaign advisors were brilliant.
He got on top of me, and began pounding my ass with his giant cock. With
every thrust into my little man-pussy I let out a ball-gag muffled moan.
However good this was getting, I knew in a few minutes it would really
get great.
During what seemed an all to brief ass-pounding, the door opened and
standing at the threshold was local television reporter Marisa Lopez and
her cameramen. Marisa's draw dropped. Steadying myself with one hand, I
removed the ball gag and smiled rapturously for the camera as the stunned
media couple gawked. The camera was rolling. As soon as the gag was out
of my mouth I began to yell, "Oh GOD that's good. Keep fucking me! I
love getting fucked in the ass! Oh GOD yes! YES!"
The man whose cock was in my ass, withdrew. He cleaned himself slowly,
and zipped up his pants. At some point, I realized he had donned a
Ronald Reagan mask. Still wearing it, he walked calmly past the reporter
and cameraman and out the door. I begged him not to go.
"Please! Come back! I want some more ass-fucking. I need your cock in
my ass! Please!"
"I can't believe this," Lopez said. "I don't even know where to start.
I... I..."
"Isn't it great," I said. "There's no way I can lose now. This ass-
fucking is the best campaign idea EVER!" As I said it I gave a little
jump and clapped my hands repeatedly, showing off my teddy to the
cameraman.
They tried to keep it off the news, but needless to say someone leaked
the video and it went viral. My motel room escapades were the buzz of
the nation, let alone my district. I felt really confident now of
victory. My wife, was incredibly supportive and just as was planned
during the retreat, I signed the divorce decree and gave her everything.
The energy efficient house, the Prius, the socially conscious stocks and
bonds, all our artwork. It was great! On election night I went to the
campaign headquarters at Room 214 at the Manchury Inn to celebrate my
official victory as the voters went to the polls. I was a little
disappointed at first that no one else showed up.
Something must have gone wrong because the TV reported that Rush won by a
landslide. I couldn't figure it out and for several days I just stayed
in the room sleeping, watching tv, ordering pizza, just thinking about
what went wrong. My advisors finally called after three days and told me
they wanted me to come to a small post-election debriefing at one of my
campaign supporters offices. A car from the Femchurian Corporation came
to pick me up.
I was brought into a large conference room with a stage, but only a few
people were in the audience. I saw Rush sitting there, looking tanned
and coiffed as always, beaming with victory. Next to him sat my wife,
her now very blonde hair in an updo, revealing large diamond earrings.
She wore a pearl necklace, a Dior jacket and skirt combination, and more
makeup than I had ever seen her wear in her life. Both Rush and Bonnie
wore large American flag lapel pins, but Bonnie's face was a study in
vacancy. Rush just smiled with very white teeth.
A very pleasant gentleman led me to a chair on the stage and sat down
next to me. Another chair on the stage was occupied by Rick Shayney. A
few important looking people came into the room and sat down near the
stage, some coming over to Rush to shake his hand. After a few moments,
the man who had led me in, stood up and began to speak.
"As many of you know, I'm Pete Overman, CEO of Femchurian. What many of
you don't know is that Femchurian has developed exciting - and very
secret and expensive - new technology that offers complete habilitation
in mind and body for social undesirables. Through further research and
investment, we at Femchurian hope to help America become a strong,
unified nation where undesirables are reformed through the most humane
application of technology."
"One our pilot projects involves, as you know, Randy Alexander, the
recent hope of local liberals, now consigned to the political graveyard.
Randy was conditionally rehabilitated only a few short weeks ago and to
demonstrate the power of our project, we will complete his rehabilitation
here today."
I didn't really understand what the gentleman was talking about, but I
didn't want to seem rude. I stifled a yawn. Soon he called me to
attention, however.
"Randy, can you please stand up for the audience."
I stood up.
"Mr. Alexander appears before you today a little shorter, a little less
masculine perhaps, than you might remember him. Of course on the
campaign trail Mr. Alexander rarely wore heels, a skirt, and a halter top
as he does today."
I smiled weakly.
"Randy, I'd like you to listen very carefully," the gentleman said.
"Yes."
"Candy. Comings. Genetic. Reformulation."
I felt goose pimply all over, but perfectly calm. I closed my eyes. I
had a very odd sensation. Not painful, but one that caused me to shiver
and feel nauseated. The man continued speaking.
"As you can see, the trigger words have caused the nano-genetic process
to begin rewriting Mr. Alexander's genetic code. Every cell in his body
is quite literally a 'sleeper cell' just waiting for the trigger words to
go into action. Watch carefully now. Mr. Alexander, can you please slip
off your skirt so that the audience can better see the process... "
I slipped down my skirt.
"Now, watch carefully as the genitals shrink. There they are now,
shrinking, drawing into the body. What you can't see happening is the
creation of a fully formed vagina, ovarian glands, and all other manner
of hormonal changes. Mr. Alexander is becoming a fully functioning
female. Ah, here come the changes up top. See how Mr. Alexander is
filling out that halter? A beautiful pair of breasts, if I don't say so
myself."
I could feel things changing rapidly but was very calm.
"Now this would be quite impressive technology alone, but wait, there's
more. Femchurian also delivers total mental control. We have developed
a technique in which trigger words also will release a full flood of
implanted memories. These memories will supplant existing ones,
effectively reshaping the complete identity of the individual. Notice
now that Mr. Alexander has become a very attractive young woman? We can
now make sure he thinks and acts like one too!"
"This process can work independently of the genetic rewrite as well...
before we trigger Mr. Alexander's implanted memories, allow me to
demonstrate an independent application of reformed memories." He nodded
towards my wife and she stood."
"Hello everyone," she said sweetly. "As you may know I'm Bunny Rush -
the new Mrs. Levi Rush" - there was polite applause -"and I just want to
say what an honor it is to begin my honeymoon with Levi by seeing this
wonderful technology in action. What a wonderful opportunity it is,
combined with visionary political leadership, to bring our great nation
back to it's true principles." She sat down again and smiled at Rush. I
tried to smile at her, but when she looked at me her smile faded and her
eyes looked blank.
"Wonderful, just wonderful. Thank you Mrs. Rush," the gentleman on stage
said. I was still standing and still feeling a bit goose pimply.
"Mr. Alexander?" the man asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Listen carefully. Candy. Comings. Obedient. Housewife."
Things went soft for a moment. I felt woozy, then everything sharpened
again. The man on stage continued talking.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions and I'd like you to respond as
truthfully as possible for our audience. Do you think you can do that."
"Of course," I smiled.
"What is your name?"
"My name is Mrs. Rick Shayney. He calls me Candy, but I was born
Candace." I winked at Rick. The audience guffawed and I felt they were
warming to me.
"May I call you Candy?"
"Of course!"
"Well, Candy, tell us a little about yourself, your childhood perhaps,
things like that?"
"Well, I guess you could say I had a real, all-American upbringing. I
had loving parents and I was a cheerleader in high school. After I
graduated high school I went to work in my father's restaurant as a
waitress. Rick came in one day - as you know he likes his meat and
potatoes!" The audience laughed again, but it was an affectionate gibe.
"I was already active in church activities so I knew Rick from there,
too. But he became a regular at Dad's restaurant, I can tell you!"
"That's a very nice story, Candy. Tell us about some of your goals,
perhaps."
"Well, Rick and I feel that family is the most important thing! I know I
would like eight children.... but I'm not so sure how Rick feels about
that." I winked again at Rick. "But truthfully, my only goal now is to
be the best wife and hopefully mother that I can be to my wonderful
husband. I love him so much and he works so hard for the community. I
know there isn't as much time for me as I would like, but I'll be there
for him whenever he needs me. I just worry sick that all his hard work
and dedication is wearing him down. My goal is make sure he gets the
best home possible to come to each night after work, and to nurture him
and give him love so that he is renewed each morning with a spirit of
service!"
"That is wonderful, Candy. Anything else?"
I smiled again. "I just want to say how incredibly happy I am that Levi
Rush won this pivotal election and how proud I am to have served in the
Ladies Auxiliary to defeat his sinful opponent. I prayed very hard to
the Lord for this day, and I know now the Lord answers our prayers ...
when we pray for the right thing!"
The gentleman began to speak again, but did not ask me to sit down, so I
didn't. He droned on about something.
"Now, the trigger words for Candy's identity are calibrated to Rick
Shayney's voice. From now on only Rick Shayney can incant the trigger
phrase. You may ask yourself why this is important. Well, we have found
that a single identity can be somewhat dull, especially in women who need
to have a public persona. That's why we've promoted the idea of
alternative identities for home use. Mr Shayney, would you care to
demonstrate the alternative identity program."
Shayney grunted and did not rise from his chair. "Candy," he said. I
looked at him.
"Coming." I felt a tingle throughout my body. It was marvelous.
"Stupid." A warm shroud settled over my thoughts that was so incredibly
pleasant.
"Bimbo." I giggled a little. I felt my breasts lurch and heave and
strain against the fabric of my top. My lips suddenly felt puffy and my
butt felt heavier. Other than that, I felt no change. But I felt
inexplicably happy but at the same time really empty.
"Candy, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?" The man standing up
asked.
"Um, well, uh... I was, like a cheerleader!" I paused. "OHMYGOD, it was
so fun! I think I gave a blowjob or handjob to practically every guy on
the football team!" I laughed loudly. "That was AWESOME!" I jumped and
clapped. "And, like, after I dropped out, I like went to work at this
club it was really cool and all I had to do was like jump and dance and
stuff and everyone was really cool and friendly and I made lots of money
well I think I made lots of money but I'm not really all that good with
money anyway it was really cool and stuff and"
"Candy," the man said, "what do you think of this gentleman here?" He
pointed at a fat, bald guy sitting in a chair. I smiled seductively.
"Oooh. He's kinda like that doughboy thing on TV, he's real cute. I bet
he has a really great cock, too. Guys like him are like surprise in a
box, you know, 'cuz you don't ever expect them to be tigers and all but
they really are..."
"Candy, why don't you show everyone how you feel about this man." The
fat dude rotated his chair a little so the audience wouldn't see his
chubby as he unzipped his pants and stuck it through. I pranced over to
him and got on my knees. His cock was exactly the kind I liked. Not too
long, but thick and enthusiastic. I went down on him right there. God
it was good. I sucked and licked and rubbed till he came in my mouth and
I swallowed all that cum and kept right on licking while the man on stage
droned on and on.
The fat dude grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I was looking
at him. "Candy. Cumming. Obedient. Wife." He intoned quickly. I felt
a little deflated for a moment. Then I looked up at him with an
incredible sense of adoration. I took the handkerchief he was offering
me and patted my lips. I smiled.
"Thank you, darling," I said.
Soon I was led to another room and told to change my clothes. Somehow my
suitcase was there and I chose a nice, conservative skirt and jacket
combo and fixed my hair and makeup. Rick took me by the waist in that
manly way of his that so attracted me to him at first and led me outside
to our car. He began to drive us home.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Can we stop at the market on the way home? I would
love to get you some steak and the fixings. And I need some ingredients
for that coffee cake that you love so much." Rick smiled in a way that
seemed like I had never seen before, but of course I've seen a thousand
times. It warmed my heart. I insisted he wait in the car while I
shopped. Why should I drag him into the grocery? He probably had
important calls he needed to make anyway.
I went into the grocery and picked out the best looking steak I could
find, as well as some more modest salad fixings for myself. I carefully
went through all the vegetables to get the freshest ones. And I picked
up some oranges as a surprise. I went back to the car and gave Rick the
change from the money he had given me for the groceries. I was so
impressed how right he was about the grocery bill. He always knew what
things would cost and gave me the right amount. I would have gotten
flustered figuring that stuff out.
"I have something to confess," I said.
He looked suspicious. "What?"
"I bought some oranges, too. I know you didn't expect to get them, but I
saw them and I know how much you like fresh-squeezed orange juice, so I
bought some for juice."
He began to laugh. He pulled the car over, into an alley. He was still
chuckling. I felt a tear well up. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong,"
I said. "I just wanted to surprise you with some fresh juice."
He looked me straight on and said, "Candy. Cumming. Stupid. Bimbo."
"Jeez," I said. "I dunno what it is, but you got my pussy juices all
wet!" I hitched up my skirt and crawled over to the driver's seat. I
straddled him while he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out and I
thrust myself down on it. Up and down, up and down. Oh god, it was
fantastic. I love me some good cock. God it was good. I began to cum
and scream and he began to cum and scream.
"Get off the horn, you slut!" he yelled.
"You're getting off and I'm your horny slut," I yelled back.
"NO! You're on the horn," he yelled.
"I am SOO HORNY," I shrieked.
He pulled me towards him and a vague ringing in my ears seemed to go
away.
"Listen carefully you stupid slut..." he said. "Candy. Cumming.
Obedient. Wife."
I smiled at him tenderly and kissed his bald head. What a good man he
was. I climbed off of him and as he drove home I kept thinking how lucky
a girl I was. I was such a lucky girl. What a wonderful husband. When
we got to the house I was so excited about the chance to make him a great
steak that I put on my apron and went to work in the kitchen immediately.
I insisted that he go in the den and watch TV. It was only right after
his hard day. I cooked up a steak, rare, made him a wedge salad with
freshly crumbled bleu cheese dressing, home-cooked French fries with the
potatoes cut exactly the way he liked, a nice lobster bisque to warm his
appetite, and a fresh chocolate mousse to finish it off.
I brought him his dinner in the den and watched him eat it while he
watched the news. I loved the way he chewed with his mouth a little open
and some food would dribble out now and then. Sometimes he got food
stains on his clothes, which was so cute. I new when I washed his
clothes, I would think about how cute it was and smile.
"Listen to that b.s.!" he said in response to the presidential press
conference on TV.
"Oh honey," I replied, "please don't get excited. You shouldn't get all
worked up at home." I began to massage his big, strong neck.
"Wait," he said with a gleam in his eye. "I want to try something." He
looked at me intently. "Candy. Cumming. Stupid. Bimbo."
I looked at him hungrily and began to crawl toward him on the couch.
"Hold on, hold on... look at the tv." I looked.
"Who is that?" he asked.
"Um. I dunno. Some black dude on tv. Is he like a teacher or
somethin'. All those people askin him questions too old to be in school
though..."
"Really? You don't know who that is?" he said.
"Uh-uh."
"My god, you really are stupid!"
"Hey!" I said angrily. "Jes 'cuz I dunno some stupid guy on tv don't make
me stupid or nothing." I pouted.
"No, no, no," he said. "It's exactly right. Exactly what I want! I
love it! You're a stupid slut!"
"Mm-hmmm." I said happily and pounded on him. I threw the dirty dishes
off to the side and pulled off his pants. I went for his cock like it
was the last one on earth. I must have fucked him five times.
After an hour he was drenched in sweat and panting. He could barely make
out the words, but I heard him whisper at me: "Candy. Cumming.
Obedient. Wife."
I smiled. I cleaned up the dishes from the floor while my husband napped
on the sofa, content. It was so nice to see. I turned off the tv so as
not to bother him. He looked like a big happy pig sitting there and I
felt so protected and warm as I cleaned up the kitchen and put away all
the dishes. Then I turned to dusting the living room and ironing linen.
Ricky woke up a bit later.
"Wow," he said.
"Oh, my big man is up! How do you feel?"
"Great," he said.
"Well you look like you might still have a little appetite. I knew I
should have gotten more steak," I said.
"Uh, well,"
"Hush, darling. You just sit there. I'm going to fix you up a quick
snack. How about a Monte Cristo?" In a few minutes I had the snack
prepared and returned with it to the den. I also brought him a beer. He
began to eat.
"God this is good. How did you know I love Monte Cristos?"
"Because I'm your wife, silly!"
He devoured the sandwich quickly, his energy restored. And then he
looked at me and said, "Candy. Cumming. Stupid. Slut."
With the beer bottle in his hand, I began to go down on the fat dude. He
drank while I bobbed up and down, sucking and licking, going faster and
faster. He began to cum and it tasted so fucking good. Then he began to
jerk wildly and scream.
"Oh GOD!" he screamed. He clutched at his chest. "Oh Fuck!!"
He was still hard and cumming so I climbed on top of him and shoved his
cock in my wet pussy.
"Arrrrghhhh," he gurgled and his head rolled back. I climbed off of him.
"Dude?" I asked. He was silent. I thought fer sure a fat guy like this
would snore or somethin' when he fell asleep. And he sure fell asleep
fast after cumming. These big guys. Ya know? Well, he didn't wake up
or nothing, so I turned on the tv for awhile and there was nothing really
on 'cept I did find some cartoons, that were pretty funny. The fat dude
didn't wake up, so I got up to go, found my heels and left.
I wondered 'round for a while till I found the Manchury Inn Motel. I
'member stayin' here a while ago and the guy at the desk sure was hunky.
"Hey, stud, how's it goin? I don't know 'bout you, but I am super
horny."
He smiled at me, a muscled guy in a white t shirt and blue jeans.
"I know where we can get a room," he said.
"Fuck," I said, "I'd blow you right here, dude, but whatever, let's go!"
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