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Political, Part 1
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Summary: A politician's scandal about a pregnant mistress breaks shortly after passing some misogynistic legislation. He soon finds a new mistress however their first date ends unexpectedly with her pegging him with a very special strapon. After a period where he can't figure out why he is constantly either stuffing his face or nauseous it occurs to him that his swelling chest, new potbelly, and widening hips may be more than just some stress-eating. Due to his legislation he is stuck carrying but once he starts to campaign for re-election something interesting happens. Despite his growing disgust with his radically changing body the bigger he grows and the rounder he gets the better he polls. It is not long before his campaign managers are stuffing him with fast food and hormones daily and making his outfits tighter and "Sexier" to make sure he keeps growing and wins. Contains: Feminization, Mpreg, Weight gain. Idea by will taft.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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“Turn that up,” Justin ordered his driver, as the news started playing on the car radio.
Bronzburg County is starting to see the consequences of the largely unpopular legislation passed late last year by Gov. Justin Foster. The new law triggered a statewide ban on abortions even in the earliest stages of pregnancy, and also restricts insurance companies from offering any coverage on birth control, among other things. There have been ongoing protests in the state capital for the past several months, and we are now seeing a drastic spike in pregnancies, particularly among lower-income women who can’t afford to travel for reproductive health services….
Justin rolled his eyes as the radio host went on. “They could’ve just closed their legs,” he muttered wryly.
Gov. Foster is drastically unpopular amongst female voters, with many claiming him to be a misogynist. He is up for reelection next spring, though many are doubtful that he will see a second term...
That was nonsense. He was polling fine!
In breaking news, a high, feminine voice cut off the previous newscaster, Scandal has rocked the capital city. Gov. Foster’s former assistant, Sarah Walters, long believed to be his mistress, has turned up pregnant.
Justin froze in his seat, his mouth falling open. Fuck, he thought.
It’s an ironic twist in the governor’s ongoing efforts to repress women’s rights…
Justin’s phone started to ring and vibrate. He glanced down at the screen to see various notifications for calls and text messages, mostly from his team, some from journalists. Clenching his jaw, he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Just in time for the election, he thought sarcastically.
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Justin glanced at his phone again during a meeting with his publicist a few hours later. He saw a message from her.
We need to talk, Sarah had texted.
Justin’s lip curled into a sneer. Talking to Sarah was the last thing he intended to do. This could all be some scam for all he knew. Or one of his opponents’ efforts to thwart his reelection. There was no way to verify that the kid was actually his. At this point, Sarah couldn’t prove anything. The best thing for him to do was deny any involvement.
“We’ll just deny it,” said Penelope, his publicist, echoing his thoughts. She finished up her martini and motioned for the bartender to bring her another. “If it does turn out that it’s yours…” She gave Justin an unreadable look. “We’ll just put a spin on it. All life is precious. You’re actually delighted to have another child—even if it’s not under the best of circumstances…”
Justin already had five. Three girls and two boys were more than enough at thirty-four.
Sarah Walters is pregnant!
It was on the news again. Justin lifted his gaze to the TV above the bar, absently reading the captions as a newscaster spoke over a silent video.
The video showed Sarah, his former assistant, climbing out of a car while clutching a bulky raincoat around herself, even though the weather was clear and dry. She was fruitlessly attempting to hide the rounded belly protruding from her midsection.
Justin grimaced and averted his gaze from the screen. Sarah’s body had been absolutely perfect. But now it was ruined. She looked disgusting.
Justin had never been a fan of the pregnant body. He remembered the many times he had watched his wife grow fat with child, completely letting herself go in the process. She never made any effort to maintain her hair, skin, or physical fitness. Towards the end, she couldn’t even be bothered to shave her legs. Justin shuddered at the memories.
Pregnancy was no excuse to let oneself go. The baby was in the womb, and wasn’t responsible for the extra weight pregnant women took on at their hips, ass, face, and everywhere else. It was just an excuse, and everyone knew it.
If using a rubber hadn’t felt so damn dull, Justin would have certainly tried to avoid having to watch his wife indulge in it five damn times. Using pregnancy as an excuse to sit around, overeat, and be entirely lazy. Then have the audacity to complain about it? Justin snorted at the memories.
“You’re worried…” Penelope said as she scrutinized him.
“No, it’s fine,” Justin said. He finished his beer then lowered it to the hotel bar. “Just…a lot on my mind.”
Penelope nodded, still giving him an appraising look. “Well, don’t overthink things. It’s nothing we can’t handle.” Justin nodded again. “Have a good night.” Penelope got up and grabbed her purse. She gave a glance at the bartender, then around the venue.
“Good night,” Justin echoed. As he watched Penelope leave, he stayed put, lingering for a while. He picked up his phone and scrolled aimlessly through the various unread messages.
He called his wife, Nora. She was upset about something. Typical.
“Just schedule a meeting with the teacher. I’m sure we can smooth things over,” he muttered.
Nora sniffed. “The school doesn’t need another bribe, they need us to take this seriously. Jack’s behavior is only getting worse.”
Jack was Justin’s second to last, and a decided menace. Justin glanced at his watch. “Can you just handle this? I kind of have a lot on my plate,” he said impatiently.
There was a beat of silence. “Working late again?” she said frigidly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Justin retorted. “You know we’re getting ready to start campaigning. I work my ass off for this family.” He cut off her scoff. “You can’t believe everything you see on the news.”
“Of course, dear,” she responded coldly.
Justin just shook his head. He didn’t have the time for this. “See you later. Don’t wait up.”
“I never do.”
Justin hung up. He sighed, running his hand through his sleek black hair. His marriage had been on the rocks for the better part of a decade, but they stayed together for the kids, he supposed. Because if they didn’t, it probably would be career suicide. Politicians as conservative as he was just didn’t divorce their wives.
Justin checked his watch again. He’d been sitting there by himself for about fifteen minutes. That was probably sufficient.
He got up, lifting his briefcase before he casually walked through the lobby, then into the elevator. With his free hand, he slid the key card out of his pocket.
On the fourth floor, Justin exited the elevator then walked to room 426. He unlocked the door and slid inside. The lights were off, but he could still make out the figure sprawled on the bed, waiting for him.
Penelope.
“Any reporters?” she asked abruptly.
“Not that I noticed,” he responded, approaching her.
But before he could close in, she got up, and he could faintly make out the smile curving her lips.
“I got a surprise for you,” she told him.
“Oh?” Justin was quite fond of surprises, especially when it came to sex.
Then Penelope reached over to grab something off the bed, before leaning down and stepping into something. She pulled the contraption up, latching it around the waist of her otherwise naked body. Justin froze as he registered what it was.
A strap-on.
And a big one.
“How do you feel about pegging?” Penelope said. She was grinning now.
“I can’t say I — have feelings about it,” Justin gulped, always a politician. “Penn, I’m kind of—vanilla.”
“Oh, come on. Just one time. Who knows, maybe it’ll be fun.”
“I don’t know…” Justin resisted, already backing away.
“And afterwards, I let you do whatever you want.”
This gave him pause. “Really? Whatever I want?” Penelope nodded eagerly. “I can be into some really weird, like fucked up stuff…”
“I guess we’re meant for each other.”
Justin laughed. “Let’s get this over with. What do you want me to do?”
Penelope slowly closed their distance, her movements fluid and catlike. “Lean over,” she purred, nodding to the bed.
And Justin did just that.
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The next morning was hazy. Justin was sprawled in the bed, sore, and very much alone. He only had disjointed memories of the prior evening: Penelope pushing that thing inside of him. The steady acceleration of her thrusts until she was just hammering his prostate. A shocking bloom of sensation.
Everything else was a blur.
“What the fuck,” Justin groaned as he ran his hand down his face.
He was almost certain that Penelope had not fulfilled her end of the bargain.
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In the following days, Penelope ignored his calls. Justin merely scoffed at the audacity of the woman. But he left it alone. Forgot about it. He had been open to some carefree fun, but clearly she was only interested in playing games.
As days turned to weeks, he would see her for the occasional meeting, and they maintained a professional relationship. Justin did not humor any of her flirtations anymore. She had a smugness to her demeanor. Maybe she thought she was mocking him. Justin remained unfazed.
And perhaps he even should have considered firing her, but she was damn good at her job.
“I think it would be a big mistake not to make at least a few stops upstate,” Penelope said as she flipped through his campaign schedule. It was just the two of them sitting opposite each other at a table in his office as they went over paperwork. “Maybe you can skip the speech in Townsville.”
“The senator’s going to be speaking there,” Justin countered, as he reached for another sandwich.
Justin had taken to eating his meals during meetings, largely because of convenience. It helped that Penelope always brought something for them to munch on. Sometimes it was pizza, sometimes Chinese food. Today it was a whole tray of hero sandwiches. Justin was particularly fond of the egg salad ones, which were packed with mayo and mustard and other indulgent things.
Justin was already on his third sandwich, and nowhere near stated. He ate between sips from a glass of iced tea, which Penelope was prompt to refill every time it got halfway empty. Sometimes he would eye the box of donuts set aside for dessert, but he tried to resist. He wanted to make healthier choices. Considering things.
“I’ll speak to Lewis,” he said. Lewis was Justin’s campaign manager. “Have you seen the new ad?”
“Gets straight to the point,” Penelope responded with an amused smile, before she intoned: “A vote for Justin Foster is a vote against killing babies.”
“It’s a vote for holding women accountable,” Justin added sharply before he took another large bite out of his sandwich.
Penelope hummed as she reached out to open the box of pastries on the table between them. “Donut?”
“Better not.” Justin finished off his lunch then took several gulps of iced tea.
“What, you on a diet?”
Justin frowned to himself. “I’ve put on some weight…”
“Finally getting that dad-bod?” she joked.
Justin had always prided himself on being in great shape. But it was true: he was getting a little thick in the middle…and other places. Maybe it was all the free work lunches and dinners. Nora had said that he should just bring a bagged lunch to work, but even when he did, Justin found it difficult to resist double-dipping. Penelope’s offerings were always so delicious, and lately Justin was just ravenous. So he would eat the packed lunch from his wife, and he would eat whatever Penelope brought as well.
His stomach gurgled. Justin hurriedly coughed to cover up the sound. He was suddenly aware of how tight his blazer felt on him, now snug on his body where it had previously been loose. Just how much weight had he gained?
“I think it looks good on you,” Penelope mentioned lightly.
Justin looked at her with narrowed eyes.
He found that quite suspicious.
