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  “Nothing, nothing,” he said, grinning at her. “Just a silly thought that popped into my head.”

  “You've been acting really weird. Are you coming down with something?”

  “I feel amazing, îngeraș!” Cătălin leaned in. “I'm just so eager for your big, thick futa-dick to grow so I can love it and suck it and fuck it and cum on it!”

  “You almost sound like a teenage girl,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, it's getting close. Mmm, I'm going to fuck you so hard.”

  A giddy thrill shot through Cătălin.

  They arrived at the press room. Zoë was up front and nodded. “Ladies and gentleman, President Vasile has an announcement to make concerning a new human rights program the EU is launching.”

  “Does this have anything to do with the crisis in the United States?” asked an Italian reporter, his English accent thick. “In that Seattle place?”

  “Yes,” Zoë said, grinning. She glanced over at Cătălin. She frowned and covered the mic. “Where is Alexandre?”

  Cătălin shrugged.

  Just then, a naked woman stumbled in, her long black hair swinging about a soft and feminine face. She had large breasts with oval areolas as dark-red as her hard nipples. She had a curvy hip and long legs. Simona let out a wicked purr while Cătălin grinned at her beauty.

  “I'm here!” the woman said and then giggled. “Ooh, Cătălin, you are looking so sexy in a suit. Mmm, I never thought men were sexy in suits, but now... I have titties!”

  “Who are you?” Cătălin asked, unable to help himself smiling, the strange woman's enthusiasm infectious.

  “Alexandre!” the woman said, her French accent purring. “See, see. I have boobies now.”

  “Alexandre is a man's name,” Simona said. “You are not Alexandre Daviau. He has a cock.”

  “I have a pussy now!” she giggled. “Ooh, maybe I should be Alexandrine. Doesn't that sound sexy, Cătălin? Would you like to fuck my pussy? It's so juicy!”

  Zoë cleared her throats and motioned.

  “Just... stay here, Alexandrine,” said Simona, her face tightening. “Okay?”

  “Can I masturbate?” she asked. “I like pushing things in my pussy. I think. I just got it.” The woman shoved both her hands between her thighs, rubbing at her black bush. Her eyes widened. “Oh, oh, that feels nice. Ooh, having a pussy is nice and yummy! Yay!”

  “Come on,” Simona said, pulling Cătălin. He couldn't help but drool over the sexy woman. Her words resonated in his mind. His dick didn't engorge but grew a little smaller as he stepped out to face the press conference.

  “What is going on?” Zoë asked.

  Simona just smiled and waved to the reporters. She gave Cătălin a kiss on the lips and whispered, “Make them understand how sexy futas are.”

  “I will,” he said.

  She moved a step back, taking her place as his dutiful wife to the side and behind him. He beamed and turned to the reporters, grabbing the podium. A giddy laugh wanted to burst out of his mouth. Euphoria buzzed through him. Ideas of pussies burned in his mind.

  Someone coughed. An awkward silence descended as the head of the EU struggled to gather his mental faculties. Finally, he leaned over the microphone, remembering what he was here to speak about.

  “Futas,” he said. “You've seen them on the news. You might think this is a prank. That there can't be women whose clitorides turn into penises. But I am here to tell you that this phenomenon is real. There are women across the world that are becoming this new gender. Futanari. The EU has to be a world leader in recognizing the beauty of their transformation and protect them from any discrimination.”

  Cătălin was impressed he said that without a single giggle. It was so hard. He gripped the podium, his hips wiggling back and forth. It was just so exciting thinking about chicks with dicks fucking his pussy, plunging into his hot hole. It made him feel all warm and marshmallowy.

  “Are you claiming that what is going on in Seattle is not some sort of transgender performance piece,” said the Italian reporter.

  “Who are you?” Cătălin asked.

  “Marino Franco, Corriere della Sera.” The man was dashing in that Italian way, sending a wicked tingle through Cătălin. He'd never thought of men as attractive, but his mind was becoming more and more feminine by the second. “You cannot believe that women's clitorides can form into penises.”

  “Absolutely.” Cătălin felt annoyance now. Why was it so hard to believe? “Ms. Bullens.”

  Zoë stepped up beside him in her cream-hued sheath dress, a look of pure joy on her face.

  “Ms. Bullens is the futa who brought this issue to my attention. She works in the Administration of Culture, spearheading many important projects.” He glanced at her, licking his lips. “Show them.”

  Zoë drew up her skirt. The reporters gasped as her cock popped out and bobbed before her. It was thick and long, just begging to be sucked on. She spread her legs wide and showed off her lack of balls. Some up close might even see her pussy lips.

  “Two days ago, my subordinate returned from Japan. She was changed into a futanari. She had a clit that became a dick.” Zoë stroked it. “Yesterday, the same thing happened to me. It sprouted, thick and hard. I didn't have any surgery. I still have my pussy. I'm changed.”

  “Yes,” Simona moaned. She stumbled forward as this wave of euphoria rippled through Cătălin. “It's happening.”

  She ripped up her pink skirt, exposing her brown bush. Her back arched. Another gasp ran through the reporters. Cameras flashed while others were televising this live across Europe and the world. Cătălin smiled as his wife's clit sprouted.

  It thrust pink from the folds of her pussy and the curly hairs of her bush. This thick and throbbing girl-dick. Her shaft grew longer and longer, the hue fading to the pale-beige of her skin. She shuddered while gasps and shouts echoed through the room.

  “That's impossible!”

  “Mrs. Vasile is growing a cock!'

  “Futa's are real!”

  “Look at that!”

  Everyone was so focused on Simona growing her girl-dick, Cătălin included, that no one noticed what was happening to him. The final changes were finished. His body rippled as the virus reaction happened fast.

  Hair spilled dark down the flowing features of his face. His whimper became girlish and feminine, no falsetto. A strong jawline softened and cheekbones grew delicate. An aquiline nose became smaller, cuter. Shoulders narrowed. Hips grew curvy. His already shrinking cock vanished as Cătălin became a woman.

  Pants fell off narrowing hips. Breasts swelled, stretching out her dress shirt. She gasped, stepping out from behind the podium beside her wife who now had a fully erect girl-dick. Simona turned to face what she expected was her husband.

  And instead met her new wife.

  “Cătălin!” she gasped and a new shock burst through the press room.

  The President of the Council, the head of the EU, burst into giggles as she stared down at the two large tits stretching out her dress shirt. A slit appeared between her thighs, a pussy born as she ripped open her dress shirt, buttons popping off.

  “Boobies!” she gasped in utter delight. “I have big, soft, round boobies now!”

  Her tie fell between her large breasts which she thought was amazing. She bounced in her dress shoes, slacks and boxers falling down her slender thighs. Her wife gasped as Cătălin chortled in pure delight, her mind utterly melted, consumed by the transformation.

  She didn't care about anything now. She just wanted to have fun. She giggled again as she said, “Look, look, îngeraș, I have boobies bigger than yours! I'm a woman. I have a pussy! Ooh, you can fuck my pussy with a cock.”

  “President Vasile?” choked the Italian reporter.

  “How did this happen?” another reporter gasped.

  “What is going on?”

  “Why did he change into a woman. How?”

  “I saw his body shifting. That's impossible.”
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  “Fuck me!” Cătălin said.

  “My, oh, my,” purred Simona. “Why, look at you. No wonder you've been all giggling and chortling. You've been turning into a bimbo, haven't you? A horny, wanton bimbo just craving big dicks.”

  “Yes, yes, yes! Big dicks! Like yours!” Cătălin seized her wife's cock, stroking it.

  “Cătălin!” Simona moaned. “No, no, that's a man's name. You're a sexy slut. You're Cătălina now.”

  “I am!” She beamed. “Oh, you're so super-smart. That's why I made you my married woman.”

  “Wife?”

  “Yes, yes, wife!” She giggled. “Words hard to remember sometimes.”

  “Mmm, when you have tits that big, you really don't have to remember, do you?” Simona cupped them. She squeezed them, sending such wicked and naughty tingles racing through the gender-swapped bimbo. “So that must actually be Alexandre over there. What did you do to these men, Zoë?”

  “I'm shocked,” Zoë said. “None of the men my subordinate fucked became women.”

  “Will you fuck me now!” Cătălina asked. She remembered something in the dim recesses of her fuzzy mind. “You promised. At the press conference!” She gasped. “I'm talking to the press. I'm delivering very big information.” She whirled to the podium, her heaving breasts almost smacking into the bank of microphones. “I have a very important... important words to tell you. Yes, yes, boobies amazing to have. And so is a pussy. It's all wet and itchy. I just want my wifey to fuck me with her big cock. She's my angel. A futa-angel! Any questions?”

  “How did you become a woman?”

  “Why did your wife grow a cock?”

  “Is this a prank?”

  “Are you high? Are we?”

  “This has to be a mass hallucination.”

  “Too hard!” moaned Cătălina, her mind bewildered by all the questions coming at her. “I need to be fucked. My pussy needs cock in me right now!”

  “Mmm, you'll get it,” purred Simona. “Right Zoë.

  “We have two hard cocks for you,” Zoë purred.

  Cătălina beamed. “You hear that! Two futa-cocks. Aren't I just the most luckiest and hottest and sexiest president ever?” She giggled. “Ooh, two cocks in my pussy.” She frowned. “But... I only have one pussy.”

  “You have an asshole, remember,” Simona said. “You loved Zoë fucking it.”

  “I did! Anal is amazing! I'm going to get fucked in my pussy and my asshole and my pussy! Yay!”

  “This can't be happening,” Marino groaned from the front row.

  Cătălina didn't answer, instead thinking, I'm the presidenty person, so I can do what I want. And I want a big dick in my pussy and my asshole! Ooh, yes, yes!”

  She darted towards her wife who had already taken off the rest of her dress. Her round breasts jiggled as she sank down to the stage, her eyes bright. Cameras flashed, capturing the gender-swapped, bimbofied leader of the EU straddling her futa-wife.

  Cătălina sank down, her pussy drooling. Her cunt had this hot and horny itch. The bimbo knew, one of the few facts she did know, that only a big girl-dick could scratch it. She grasped her wife's futa-cock as she sank lower.

  “Yay!” she cheered in utter delight as she pressed her pussy down onto the dick. Her soft, brown eyes widened at the first contact. “My wifey is an angel!”

  Cătălina impaled herself down her wife's futa-dick. The gender-swapped bimbo's big tits heaved. She shuddered, her hips wiggling back and forth from the pleasure surging through her. She grabbed Simona's tits, squeezing them as this amazing pleasure rippled through her, drowning her simplified mind.

  “Oh, Simona, yes! Your wifey-dick is the best!”

  Simona groaned. “And your pussy... Cătălina... Your pussy is incredible.” Her hands shot up, cupping Cătălina's new tits. “And these breasts!”

  “My boobies!” the bimbo moaned.

  “Your boobies are incredible.” Simona's fingers dug into them, squeezing and kneading them while the bimbofied woman shuddered.

  Cătălina wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring that dick up in her new pussy. She massaged Simona's breasts while receiving the same. Cătălina groaned, working her pussy up and down that thick girl-dick, pleasure rippling through her body.

  Cameras flashed as Zoë moved up behind the bimbo riding her futa-wife's dick. Cătălina had forgotten all about Zoë, caught up in the bliss flooding out of her new pussy. She grabbed her wife's nipples, twisting them when she felt the first contact of a hard cock rubbing on her butt-cheek.

  “What's that?” gasped the bimbo. She whirled around. “Oh, Zoë! Ooh, what are you doing?”

  “Fucking your ass,” Zoë answered, the Dutch futa sounding momentarily confused. “Remember, you wanted me to fuck your ass while you rode your wife.”

  “I did?” Cătălina shook her head, struggling to remember. But for her, it was too far in the past for her mind to care. “Whatever, ram that futa-dick in my butt-hole. Fuck me! I want it. Ooh, îngeraș, I want it so bad. Can she fuck my asshole?”

  Simona, shuddering as Cătălina clenched her cunt, nodded. “Of course she can, honey. Ooh, you're just my dumb, bimbo wife now aren't you?”

  “Uh-huh!” moaned Cătălina. “Ram that big dick in my asshole! Fuck me!”

  “Che palle! Our president's an airhead,” Marino muttered from nearby.

  “Yes!” Cătălina moaned in agreement. Then she gasped. “I love it. Fuck my asshole! My pussy! Futas are the best. Especially my futa-wifey. I love her with all my heart and my boobies and my pussy!”

  “Definitely your pussy,” Simona groaned, her fingers digging into Cătălina's breasts. “Ooh, yes, honey, work that twat up and down my cock. Massage me. I'm going to explode.”

  “Yay!” cheered Cătălina, her hair dancing back and forth. “That's just the bestest thing in the world! I want you to explode! I want you to have all that naughty pleasure my pussy gives!”

  “Such great pleasure!” panted Simona.

  Cameras flashed, snapping still pics. Others recorded it. The press room buzzed with conversation. Some had fled, but others stayed. Cătălina didn't care. She didn't notice the spicy musk they all exuded, the pheromones that were causing men, including Marino, to loosen ties and women to undo a few more buttons of their blouses.

  She just cared about Zoë pressing her cock forward. That big dick spread Cătălina's sphincter wider and wider. The bimbo moaned, loving the feel of a cock sliding into her asshole. She had the dimmest impression that it felt different.

  She lacked a prostate now.

  Cătălina didn't care about why it felt different because it still felt amazing. The big dick sank into her velvety bowels, the friction melting down to her pussy wrapped about her wife's futa-cock. The gender-swapped bimbo's cunt grew hotter and hotter. She shuddered, riding her wife faster and faster.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Her dick is in my asshole, îngeraș.”

  “I know,” Simona groaned. “I can feel her.”

  Cătălina's eyes widened in awe. “You can? That's so most amazingest thing I've heard. And... and... Her dick is in me, wifey. I love it. I love you!”

  “I love you, too,” purred Simona. “Mmm, such a sexy bimbo now, aren't you? You're going to love my dick all the time.”

  “All the time!” the bimbo agreed, her body shuddering.

  Two cocks filling her holes melted what remained of her mind. She couldn't think of anything but how great they felt. She kept riding her wife's dick while savoring the thick shaft penetrating her bowels. The heat was incredible. It had her feeling so dizzy. She shook her head, her hair dancing about her shoulders.

  Simona's fingers found Cătălina's nipples, twisting them. Both of the bimbo's holes squeezed around the futas' dicks. Pleasure surged through Cătălina. She moaned and gasped. Her head tossed from side to side as the rapture surged through her body.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, this is good. Everyone needs to go
fuck futas! I'm the presidenty person, and I decree it! Futas have to fuck men and women and men and bimbos and futas!”

  “Yes!” Zoë groaned, thrusting hard into the bimbo's asshole.

  The stroking cock stimulated Cătălina. The velvety friction burned hotter and hotter in her bowels, melting her pussy sliding up and down her wife's futa-dick. The bimbo groaned, her head tossing from side to side.

  Her orgasm built so fast. Her body primed for it. Every bit of her felt so sensitive. She pinched her wife's nipples as Simona returned the favor. Cătălina's nubs throbbed in her wife's twisting fingers. Delight sparked through the bimbo, her holes clenching and relaxing.

  “Such goody good and yummy pleasure!” moaned Cătălina. “Europe! Embrace futas and their most awesome and amazingest dicks! Especially my wifey's dick. She's an angel. My îngeraș! I love her!”

  Simona groaned, her dick throbbing in Cătălina's cunt. The bimbo shuddered, her hips dancing from side to side, stirring up both those cock in her. She whimpered, the dicks stimulating her. Big, futa-shafts stretched her holes to her limits.

  She whimpered and then she exploded.

  Rapture surged through the bimbo's body. Her asshole and pussy convulsed around Zoë's and Simona's futa-dicks. The ecstasy electrified the bimbo's body. It was a pleasure different from any she'd felt.

  Not that she realized it. she was too gone now, her mind tingling with ecstasy. The rapture arced between her neurons. Stars danced before her eyes as she heaved and bucked, working her convulsing holes up and down both futa-dicks.

  “The president of the EU is now cumming,” Marino reported. “She's experiencing this pleasure. I can't believe it. She went from being a handsome man to a busty bimbo in seconds.”

  The words didn't even register in the bimbo's head.

  “Simona!” she gasped. “My wifey wife! I love you! I love you so much!”

  “Cătălina!” groaned Simona. “Damn, your pussy feels incredible. I love having a futa-dick. I'm going to cum in you.”

  “Yes, yes, give me cum!” the bimbo howled. She leaned over, planting her hands on either side of her wife's face. “My pussy needs yummy futa-cream from my sexy wifey! My îngeraș.”