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Enjoy.", "writing": "[b][u][center]The Governor’s Growth\nFor ak-56\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\n“I assure you, Senator, there is [i]nothing[/i] that you need to worry about,” Governor Diane Foxington said, waving her hand dismissively. “That little blip at the last television interview really was nothing. I was having a bad day, I lashed out, and that’s the end of it. I even had a quick meeting with a therapist just to be sure about it afterward.”\n\n“Be that as it may, it was still…concerning. And we want to make sure that it’s just a one-time thing.”\n\nDiane suppressed a sigh as the senator crossed his legs on the other side of the table. She knew that the outburst at the camera would come back to bite her in the ass eventually; that had truly been an insane moment, and she still questioned if she had been going insane that day. The lost time between the individual meetings, the way that she had gone from her office to a boardroom to an interview without anything happening in-between, and that butt plug…\n\nNo, that wasn’t even the worst part, but at least [i]that[/i] hadn’t come back for over a week. Maybe it was gone for good.\n\nThe vixen crossed her own legs, shaking her head as she swore that her suit was pulling at her curves and her chest more than it used to. It had to be just her imagination, because if it was anything else –\n\n“Governor, I just need to know that you’re not going to sabotage the rest of the party going into the next election. You understand my issue, I’m sure.”\n\nDiane sighed, rubbing her forehead. She could focus on the other issues later; this was the more important thing.\n\n“Look, Senator – can I call you Derek?”\n\n“I suppose.”\n\n“Derek. I’m not exactly looking to lose my seat here. I was having a very bad day due to some mail that came in. As far as I can tell, it was another crazy stalker, but I let it get to me more than I should have. And that’s on me, completely,” she admitted. “That said, I think it’s been a one-time thing, and I’ve taken steps to make sure that I have the proper security going forward, and there won’t be any more of that.”\n\nDespite the fact that she still didn’t have any idea of just where the plug had come from the first time, or what had happened to her to make her lose all sense of time like that. She just assumed that it was down to the fact that there was someone out there fucking with her. Certainly, there were weirder things than science entirely knew. The incident with Mr. Wolf and his gang had made it clear that there were still things that they didn’t understand about the world.\n\nThe wait staff came back to their table, depositing a steak for her and a salad for the middle-aged, slightly pasty man across the table. He was hardly someone that she would normally make time for outside of politics, but, well, that was what this was. Politics.\n\n“You’re sure, Diane?”\n\n“As sure as I can be, Derek. And a hell of a lot more sure than I was about dealing with the Bad Guys before they were arrested and sent to jail.”\n\n“Yes, that was…another thing.”\n\nPausing in cutting her steak, she cocked her head to the side. The Senator looked at her, then down at his plate before sighing.\n\n“Look, it’s something coming from some of the rest of my constituents. They’re…not entirely sure that they like the idea of the Bad Guys serving quite so much jail time as they are. I mean, they [i]did[/i] help with the whole Professor Marmalade thing, and –”\n\n“I’m going to have to stop you there, Senator,” Diane said, holding up her hand and putting her knife and fork down. “The Bad Guys aren’t being punished for anything regarding the Marmalade incident. They are serving time for everything that they did prior to that, and they are already getting considerable consideration for time off due to good behavior and the help that they’ve offered. As much as they were the key to sending the Professor to prison, I can’t imagine that we can really take any more weight off their sentence.”\n\n“…I was hoping you might consider pardoning them.”\n\n“[i]That[/i] is completely out of the question.”\n\n“Is it?”\n\n“If I want to hold onto my position, [i]and[/i] make sure that they get treated fairly, yes. Not to mention that it was exactly what they asked for; they submitted to the court judgment just as much as anyone else does. More than some, actually.”\n\nNot to mention that pardoning the Bad Guys would open the door to too many questions. Why would she pardon the criminals for all their past acts? Why was she seen around them? Why did the Governor who had run on such a law and order platform offer forgiveness to the most active criminals of her tenure? Much as she regretted leaving them in jail, it had been her decision, and much as she hated it, it gave her a better chance of hiding her past.\n\n[i]You could always stop hiding that…or anything else, for that matter.[/i]\n\nDiane barely kept herself from sitting up straight in her chair. It wasn’t the same voice as before, but it had the same power, the same teasing temptations, despite the different tone and sound to it in the back of her head. And if that was back, that meant things were going to get very strange, very fast.\n\nShe flicked her eyes back and forth, trying to find a camera or something else that might be recording and sending her image out to the world. The last time, at the TV broadcast, she’d been pants-less with a camera pointed right at her, with all kinds of teases and taunts to get up and show off. She had managed to resist, that time, but the way that things were going, she didn’t know –\n\nNo cameras, but she sat up straight anyway, feeling something pressing against her rump. Something…big.\n\n“Diane?” Derek asked.\n\n“It’s nothing,” she said, barely keeping herself from panting.\n\nNothing, her left tit! The plug was back, somehow, and it was pushing between her cheeks. The pressure was so strong that she could feel it shoving her cheeks apart, and she could feel her hole bending, giving in as the plug continued grinding in, in, in – oh, the burning was getting worse than she imagined. Her pussy responded, though, already dripping down, some of it soaking into her panties while the rest dripped back to the plug.\n\nIt helped. Not much, but it helped. She shifted her weight ever so slightly, reaching for a glass of water –\n\nPOP!\n\nShe stifled her moan behind a drink, all but sucking the water down to keep from making even a whimper as the plug popped into place. It was just as thick as she remembered, and [i]god[/i] it was impossible to ignore as she sat on it. The sheer heft of the thing was like a fist behind her hold, pulling, tugging with a weight that meant that she had to clench on it at all times to keep it from just sliding out and leaving her gaping. Hell, she didn’t even want to think about the bulge that it would leave in her panties if she wasn’t keeping an eye on it.\n\n“Diane?”\n\n“It’s nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “Nothing at all.”\n\n“You’re blushing.”\n\n“Yes, well, I had a little thought that isn’t particularly polite to share in public. Now, if that’s quite everything?”\n\n“Well, I – I guess it is, but –”\n\n“Then let’s eat, and move on. You probably have more to take care of during your visit to the city, and I never really have a moment free, heh. So, if you don’t mind?”\n\n“As you wish, ma’am.”\n\nIt was never her preference to be rude, but there was little chance of doing anything else with that thing taking up her attention. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here to the bathroom or somewhere else out of the public eye so she could pull the damn thing out, but at the same time, she knew that the minute she made a move, all eyes would be on her. They always were. The camera loved her, and that had been a huge boost to get into office the last two years, but god, this was not the time.\n\nShe ate her steak in silence, doing her best not to think about the pressure on her rim, the way that her hole was held open, or the rising scent of herself from under the table. Too weak for human noses – she hoped, oh, she hoped – but more than enough for her to smell herself. She was thick with need and want and heat, and she curled her toes in her shoes as she imagined what kind of things could happen with this voice.\n\n[i]You could get on the table and show off. All that need has to go somewhere. Mmm, and you know that the public loves to stare down your shirt, or up your skirt. You’ve seen the deep-fakes. You know what they want.[/i]\n\nFighting the urge to grit her teeth, Diane gripped her fork and knife all the tighter. It wasn’t just to keep from shaking, either. She could feel…something…tugging at her, tempting her to reach for her clothes.\n\n[i]No. I’m not. I’m not.\n\nBut you could.\n\nI won’t.\n\nYou want to know what it’d be like to have all those eyes on you, though. To know how it would feel to enjoy all that attention. To sway your hips, to be a bad girl.[/i]\n\nBad girl.\n\nBad girl.\n\nThat phrase kept ringing in her ears, and it was hard to make it stop. Harder still to make it not feel good. She struggled not to keep squirming at the edge of her seat, feeling the plug shifting a bit with every little movement. Sometimes it felt like it was trying to pull itself free, dragging on her rim, while other times, it felt like the blunted point was trying to grind its way deeper, or the wide sides were trying to open her up further than she could actually manage. Everything just…added to the pleasure.\n\n[i]Bad girls enjoy attention, don’t they? You want to show off. He wants to see. Look at him. He’s almost looking down your blouse already.[/i]\n\nHe was not, but she looked up anyway. Did she imagine it, or did Derek look away at the last second? Or was he always looking away? Or –\n\n“Pardon, ma’am.”\n\nA waiter bent over at her side. She nodded absently, but she could almost swear that she felt him staring at her ass, somehow. There was no way that they were doing that, though, was there? There weren’t that many perverts in the restaurant, surely, but…\n\nBut what if there were?\n\nWhat if there were people looking at her, wondering what she’d look like with her clothes off?\n\n[i]Why not give them what they want?\n\nI’m the Governor. I don’t do things like that.\n\nBut the Crimson Paw would.\n\nI’m not her!\n\nNot usually.\n\nShut up.\n\nMake me.[/i]\n\nThere was nothing that she could do to stop the constant throbs and pleasurable tremors inside of her. The clenching her asshole kept doing to the toy, the way that she was biting back one lustful huff after another, even the way her toes curled in her shoes just…happened. She was almost completely out of control of herself, and the only thing that she was successfully keeping herself from doing was [i]not[/i] pulling her shirt open and dancing on the table.\n\n[i]What is happening to me?[/i]\n\nThere was no answer from the voice, and she didn’t know if that was good or bad. The vixen shifted again, sliding her legs out to the side –\n\nThe warmth in her ass shifted. It went up her spine and lodged somewhere in her chest, and her eyes went wide as she felt the same sort of tingling pleasure in her breasts. It forced its way forward, running through her boobs right to the nipples, and from there, it was almost like invisible fingers were gripping them, pulling on them, dragging them forward. Her blouse and jacket felt like they were rustling around her, tighter and tighter by the second, but it was the sight that freaked her out the most.\n\nThey were growing.\n\nThey were [i]actually[/i] growing.\n\nPushing, pulsing, swelling, they were forcing their way outward, rising up and making the buttons strain to keep her blouse and jacket shut. Diane barely managed to keep her mouth shut and not make a sound as Derek continued to eat his salad, but the vixen knew that she couldn’t have much time before he noticed something was going on. She whipped her head back and forth, saw a waiter passing by with a to-go box for another table, and nabbed it from him with a practiced sweep of her hand.\n\n“Ma’am –”\n\n“Sorry, need that,” she said.\n\nShe had her steak tossed in the box as she got to her feet, and by the time that Derek had looked up from his food, she had her back to him and her chest was pushed the other way. The restaurant wasn’t too crowded today, so she didn’t think most people were staring too hard, but good [i]god[/i] that was close.\n\n“I’m going to have to leave early, Senator. You can get the check for this, can’t you?”\n\n“I – what –”\n\n“Thanks, appreciate it!”\n\nShe winked over her shoulder and kept moving even as her chest kept growing. The weight getting heavier and heavier on her chest was harder and harder to ignore, particularly as the top button felt like it was about to give. Every step felt like it was another massive set of jiggles through her growing breasts, pushing them further and further out. Her bra was already at its limits; without the extra support of her blouse, it was all going to come undone, and if that happened in public –\n\nGod, she could already see the headlines. Perverted Governor Flashes Crowd! Money For Surgery At Tax-Payer’s Expense?! They’d drag her through the mud, and then some, and she’d never quite get her dignity back no matter what sort of damage control she did.\n\nWhat the hell was going on? How could something like this even –\n\nShe felt the ripping before she heard it, and she picked up the pace. Diane ran, her tail flicking back and forth, and she was abruptly reminded of the plug inside of her as it started tugging at her rim once more, almost falling out at least once on the way to the front door. That same heated tingle ran back down her spine, rushing out through her ass cheeks, but it was still stronger up top, and –\n\nBOING!\n\nBOING!\n\nIt was less a sound than a feeling, but it was potent all the same. Her breasts finally ripped through her bra, the top button of her blouse gave way, and the only thing that kept her breasts from spilling out for the public to see without any coverage at all was her jacket. The gray fabric was hardly comfortable – in fact, she winced as soon as her nipples ground against it – but it was better than having her new, huge boobs out in the open air.\n\n“Taxi!”\n\nShe waved at one that was about to depart, all but throwing herself in the back seat. Her jacket almost flew up, but she saved it at the last second, pulling the front closed again as she shut the door behind her. It was an effort to catch her breath as she sat up again, shaking her head as the driver looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.\n\n“What the hell was that about?” he asked.\n\n“Nothing that you need be concerned about,” she said, shaking her head and panting. “But if you wouldn’t mind heading to the Governor’s Mansion, I’d be quite happy.”\n\n“Oh, right. No problem, Governor.”\n\nShe knew that he was staring at her through the rear-view mirror, and she could only hope that it was only because of the way that she’d thrown herself into his car. That had been far more abrupt than she’d meant to be, but…\n\nWell, at least it got her out of the public eye, and –\n\n[i]Nnngh…[/i]\n\nShe barely managed to keep from whimpering as she sat down properly again. The weight of her body rammed the plug all the way back between her cheeks as she got as comfortable as she could, and the little rocky bumps in the road weren’t making that easier. Every little nudge was like a thrust from below, and on the occasional pot-hole –\n\nDiane clenched her teeth shut tight, whimpering to herself. It felt like some stallion had just rammed his dick all the way up her backdoor and had his tip right behind her teeth when that happened.\n\nIt was going to be along drive, particularly with –\n\nTingle.\n\nPlump.\n\nTingle.\n\nPlump.\n\n[i]Did you really think you were done?[/i]\n\nDiane wanted to punch the window. She settled for punching the seat cushion as the voice whispered to her, reminding her that she couldn’t just run away from it the way that she could from an annoying paparazzi. It was there, in her head, and –\n\nHer breath caught in her throat as she felt the same growth in her cheeks that she had in her breasts, and this time, it was faster. Her pants stretched in the back, some of the gray fabric ripping in the process, and she could only imagine what she would have to do when she got to the mansion. How was she going to spin this one?\n\n[i]Could always let him see what you want him to see,[/i] the voice whispered. [i]Just turn around. Be the Governor of the people. Let him see what he likes, what you want him to see. Let him touch it, let him play with it…[/i]\n\nDiane shook her head, forcing herself to keep her head down and her hand over her chest. She wasn’t going to let her jacket come open, and she wasn’t going to compromise on her ideals. Not now, not ever.\n\n#\n\nThey arrived at the mansion a half-hour later, and Diane was a mess from the moment that she got out of the car. She paid the driver, sent him on his way, and didn’t turn her back until his car was well down the road. Then, and only then, did she let her expression slip from smiling to desperate.\n\nSpinning on her heel, Diane tapped in the security code at the gate even as her pants threatened to rip at any second. She pushed herself to move her fingers faster, hearing the soft rips getting more and more ear-catching. Her ass felt tight, trapped, and the plug somehow felt deeper than it had already been.\n\nPing.\n\nThe gate opened and she was inside. She ran, hissing and whimpering and whining with forced pleasure as the plug moved around inside of her with each step. The voice was no better, either.\n\n[i]Go on. Take it off. Run naked. This is your place.[/i]\n\nHer place with other people.\n\n[i]You can fire them. Or hire them. Or buy their secrecy.[/i]\n\nNot enough money in the world.\n\n[i]But you might have enough ass, now.[/i]\n\nDiane almost fell as her jacket finally slipped out of her grip. Her breasts, well past D cup and even E, spilled out, hanging down and swinging about with the momentum of her steps. She was nearly swung off-balance by them, having to lean against the front door of her own mansion to catch her breath.\n\n[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]\n\nFiddling with the door, she finally managed to step inside –\n\nRIIIIIP!\n\nAnd the back of her pants finally went. She slammed the door shut just as the air conditioning kicked in, feeling the chill running down her spine and across her now-exposed ass cheeks. She didn’t even have to look back to know how exposed she actually was; she could feel the air currents running over her plugged asshole and her barely-hidden pussy, and she shivered as her nipples got hard right then and there.\n\n[i]Oh, god…oh god…[/i]\n\nThe only saving grace was that there was nobody around to see her like this. All the staff must have been busy elsewhere, which meant that she still had a chance to keep her dignity. At least, for now.\n\nShe ran through the house, ducking around corners and trying to get used to the feeling of her bigger breasts and her heavier ass. Each step was something new, but she managed to get to her bedroom unmolested. It was a hard run, though, and she slumped against the door –\n\n“NNNGH!”\n\nAnd unfortunately managed to bump the plug one more time. She came right then and there, arching her back and whimpering as her pussy clenched on nothing and her ass on something far too substantial. Her hips twitched, her mouth working soundlessly as she squirted her pleasure over the floor. Her thighs were soaked, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she finally felt the sheer pleasure that she had been holding back.\n\n[i]Hehehe…how’s it feel to be a bad girl?[/i]\n\n“Nnngh…leave…me…alone…”\n\n[i]A bad girl gets to have fun. A good girl doesn’t get much at all.[/i]\n\nDiane did her best to ignore the voice as she stumbled toward her bed. The feeling of the plug wasn’t as intense in her post-orgasm haze, but it was still obviously [i]there[/i], and she struggled to keep her thoughts focused. Her breath huffed and puffed irregularly as she made her way to her bed, tossing her clothes over her shoulders as she slid out of them.\n\nShe paused as she passed the mirror by the bed and stared at it, or, more accurately, at what she had become. Her breasts were bigger than any porn star’s she’d ever seen, and her ass and hips felt like something more suitable to some sort of sex toy than a person. She’d never be able to keep from swaying like this, and she still didn’t even know how it had started, and –\n\nAnd worst of all, she could tell that she almost wished someone had caught her. There was something in the back of her head now, something that itched to be seen, to be caught, and it just spiked her with heat between her legs thinking about it. She…she wanted…\n\nShe didn’t even know, and that was the hard part. She fell into bed and rolled onto her side.\n\n[i]Tomorrow, I find a better detective, or…or maybe go down to the prison and see if Wolf knows something. Anything. Just…have to find a way to make it stop…[/i]\n\nShe closed her eyes and hoped that tomorrow would be better.\n\n#\n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nSquelch. \n\nDiane groaned, tasting…something, she wasn’t sure what. It was wet, and salty, and almost…\n\nThe vixen groaned as the feeling of something sliding on her tongue got stronger, almost like someone was trying to force-feed her something in her sleep. It wasn’t bad, just…intense, and - \n\nAnd she couldn’t move. \n\nThe realization hit her a split-second after something else grabbed her by the top of her head. She wanted to wake up, wanted to move, but nothing obeyed. Her body didn’t move, her hands and legs refused to shift from her sides, and - \n\nThrust. \n\nGluk. \n\nThrust. \n\nGluk. \n\nDiane finally woke up enough to realize that it was a cock she was tasting, one that had just sufficient sweat and pre-cum for her to taste the whole thing. Her head spun as it kept thrusting on her tongue, forcing itself further down her muzzle and into her throat. It was one of the longer thrusts, going right down into her neck, that had finally woken her, she realized, and it was oozing over her tongue constantly, dribbling pre-cum along her taste buds and drenching her mouth in it. \n\nHer head spun as she was face-fucked. Where was she? What was going on? Why - was she naked? She could feel the breeze of moving air all across her body, but she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t feel anything but the thrust, thrust, thrust of that cock across her tongue. Hands - that’s what they were. There were hands on her head, guiding her down on that shaft, forcing her to take more, more, and more besides, until her lips finally reached the base of the sheath attached.\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nThat was her voice, a soft grunt compared to the whimpers and gasps that she wanted to let out. Her body continued to just…take it, feeling each thrust along her tongue, letting it fill her muzzle again and again. The taste got stronger, and the grip on her head grew more intense as whoever was fucking her got closer. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\n[i]Open your eyes…open your eyes…\n\nBut you love it.[/i]\n\nDiane groaned. It was the voice again. \n\n[i]You love to be used. You love the feeling of being stared at. We both know it. You were on stage how many times, hoping and pleading for someone to stare up your skirt? Wishing you were on a stripper’s stage instead of on a political platform? You’re a whore at heart, and now, you can finally get to enjoy it the way that you always wanted to. Just suck away, girl. Enjoy it.[/i]\n\nGluk. Gluk. Gluk. \n\nEvery thrust was making her feel…good, and not in the way that she expected. She could feel her breasts wobbling, her ass-cheeks jiggling, her body swaying with the thrusts down her throat. Every time that the male bottomed out, she could taste him, smell him, feel his need against her face. It was like getting the most intimate letter of admiration that she’d ever imagined, all thrust down her throat. The salty flavor was getting stronger, and she could barely swallow around it. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nAnd as the thrusts grew stronger than ever, she could feel something else happening, almost like an out-of-body experience. She felt like she was floating out of herself, and when she finally left it behind, she could open her eyes. She could finally see - \n\n“Oh…my…God…”\n\nLooking down, she saw her body splayed out in front of a prison cell. Her breasts hung almost all the way to the floor from their greater size, and the prison guards that walked by slapped her ass. They showed no respect; she was nothing more than a piece of fuckable meat to them, there to be enjoyed for as long as she was completely unconscious and unable to resist. Her pussy was dripping, and standing in the cell, using her face - \n\nWas Mr. Wolf. \n\nHer ghostly self could only stare in shock and awe as the slender con-man thrust away, his shaft pushing down her throat again, and again, and again. Each time that he bottomed out, she could see and feel his balls pressed against her chin, knowing that he was right on the verge of shooting his seed right down her throat. Something in her pushed for more, for her body to stick out its tongue, to put herself to use in bringing him greater pleasure, and Diane…\n\nShe wanted to. \n\nIt terrified her, but even as she watched, helplessly, she imagined what else the voice could make her down. How much further could the voice take it, and how much could she get away with if she just submitted to the voice? How far would she go down the road of this…this slutty thing in front of her before someone caught her out and made her stop? Would that even be possible?\n\nAnd all the while, Mr. Wolf kept thrusting away, fucking down her neck, using her throat as if it was nothing more than some prison cum-dump. She couldn’t look away from the rut, her eyes wide and her mouth open, and she could only shake her head as her pussy continued to dribble down her sleeping thighs. Her body was honest in a way that she could never be in the waking world, not with all the responsibilities that she had. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nShe stared, her hands itching to drop between her thighs and touch herself, but even now, she was only allowed to watch. There was no power, no freedom, only this intense show as Mr. Wolf continued to fuck her throat. In, out, in, out, faster, harder, never letting up as his balls seemed to finally reach [i]that[/i] point. Diane stared, her mouth hanging open as he finally hilted again -\n\n“NNNGH!”\n\nAnd then she stared as he flooded her throat, watching as the bulge of his seed ran right down her neck. Pulse, pulse, pulse it went, his balls rising along her chin, his cum pulsing down her throat in great gulps - \n\n#\n\n“Ah!”\n\nDiane lunged upright, only to tumble forward a split-second later. Landing on her chest, she groaned, shaking her head before looking down at herself. \n\nThe big boobs were still there. She could feel her ass back there, too, the weight of her hips all but grinding her into her bed. A low whimper climbed her throat as she realized that she could taste Mr. Wolf’s cum in her mouth, too. \n\n[i]Mmmm, bad girl…[/i]\n\nDiane covered her face, muttering under her breath. She still didn’t know what to think. There were so many options.\n\nWas it a dream?\n\nOr had it been real, somehow?\n\nShe didn’t know, and that was both horrifically frightening…and terribly arousing…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Diane Foxington continues to fall into a deeper and deeper series of problems in this fictional world of hers. \n\nTags: F/solo, M/F, Body Control, Temptations, Corruption, Vixen, Diane Foxington, Rule 34, The Bad Guys, Oral, Breast Growth, Ass Growth, Public, Temptations, Butt Plug, Orgasm, Cum, ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
The Governor’s Growth
For ak-56
By Draconicon

 
 
 
 
 



“I assure you, Senator, there is nothing that you need to worry about,” Governor Diane Foxington said, waving her hand dismissively. “That little blip at the last television interview really was nothing. I was having a bad day, I lashed out, and that’s the end of it. I even had a quick meeting with a therapist just to be sure about it afterward.”

“Be that as it may, it was still…concerning. And we want to make sure that it’s just a one-time thing.”

Diane suppressed a sigh as the senator crossed his legs on the other side of the table. She knew that the outburst at the camera would come back to bite her in the ass eventually; that had truly been an insane moment, and she still questioned if she had been going insane that day. The lost time between the individual meetings, the way that she had gone from her office to a boardroom to an interview without anything happening in-between, and that butt plug…

No, that wasn’t even the worst part, but at least that hadn’t come back for over a week. Maybe it was gone for good.

The vixen crossed her own legs, shaking her head as she swore that her suit was pulling at her curves and her chest more than it used to. It had to be just her imagination, because if it was anything else –

“Governor, I just need to know that you’re not going to sabotage the rest of the party going into the next election. You understand my issue, I’m sure.”

Diane sighed, rubbing her forehead. She could focus on the other issues later; this was the more important thing.

“Look, Senator – can I call you Derek?”

“I suppose.”

“Derek. I’m not exactly looking to lose my seat here. I was having a very bad day due to some mail that came in. As far as I can tell, it was another crazy stalker, but I let it get to me more than I should have. And that’s on me, completely,” she admitted. “That said, I think it’s been a one-time thing, and I’ve taken steps to make sure that I have the proper security going forward, and there won’t be any more of that.”

Despite the fact that she still didn’t have any idea of just where the plug had come from the first time, or what had happened to her to make her lose all sense of time like that. She just assumed that it was down to the fact that there was someone out there fucking with her. Certainly, there were weirder things than science entirely knew. The incident with Mr. Wolf and his gang had made it clear that there were still things that they didn’t understand about the world.

The wait staff came back to their table, depositing a steak for her and a salad for the middle-aged, slightly pasty man across the table. He was hardly someone that she would normally make time for outside of politics, but, well, that was what this was. Politics.

“You’re sure, Diane?”

“As sure as I can be, Derek. And a hell of a lot more sure than I was about dealing with the Bad Guys before they were arrested and sent to jail.”

“Yes, that was…another thing.”

Pausing in cutting her steak, she cocked her head to the side. The Senator looked at her, then down at his plate before sighing.

“Look, it’s something coming from some of the rest of my constituents. They’re…not entirely sure that they like the idea of the Bad Guys serving quite so much jail time as they are. I mean, they did help with the whole Professor Marmalade thing, and –”

“I’m going to have to stop you there, Senator,” Diane said, holding up her hand and putting her knife and fork down. “The Bad Guys aren’t being punished for anything regarding the Marmalade incident. They are serving time for everything that they did prior to that, and they are already getting considerable consideration for time off due to good behavior and the help that they’ve offered. As much as they were the key to sending the Professor to prison, I can’t imagine that we can really take any more weight off their sentence.”

“…I was hoping you might consider pardoning them.”

“That is completely out of the question.”

“Is it?”

“If I want to hold onto my position, and make sure that they get treated fairly, yes. Not to mention that it was exactly what they asked for; they submitted to the court judgment just as much as anyone else does. More than some, actually.”

Not to mention that pardoning the Bad Guys would open the door to too many questions. Why would she pardon the criminals for all their past acts? Why was she seen around them? Why did the Governor who had run on such a law and order platform offer forgiveness to the most active criminals of her tenure? Much as she regretted leaving them in jail, it had been her decision, and much as she hated it, it gave her a better chance of hiding her past.

You could always stop hiding that…or anything else, for that matter.

Diane barely kept herself from sitting up straight in her chair. It wasn’t the same voice as before, but it had the same power, the same teasing temptations, despite the different tone and sound to it in the back of her head. And if that was back, that meant things were going to get very strange, very fast.

She flicked her eyes back and forth, trying to find a camera or something else that might be recording and sending her image out to the world. The last time, at the TV broadcast, she’d been pants-less with a camera pointed right at her, with all kinds of teases and taunts to get up and show off. She had managed to resist, that time, but the way that things were going, she didn’t know –

No cameras, but she sat up straight anyway, feeling something pressing against her rump. Something…big.

“Diane?” Derek asked.

“It’s nothing,” she said, barely keeping herself from panting.

Nothing, her left tit! The plug was back, somehow, and it was pushing between her cheeks. The pressure was so strong that she could feel it shoving her cheeks apart, and she could feel her hole bending, giving in as the plug continued grinding in, in, in – oh, the burning was getting worse than she imagined. Her pussy responded, though, already dripping down, some of it soaking into her panties while the rest dripped back to the plug.

It helped. Not much, but it helped. She shifted her weight ever so slightly, reaching for a glass of water –

POP!

She stifled her moan behind a drink, all but sucking the water down to keep from making even a whimper as the plug popped into place. It was just as thick as she remembered, and god it was impossible to ignore as she sat on it. The sheer heft of the thing was like a fist behind her hold, pulling, tugging with a weight that meant that she had to clench on it at all times to keep it from just sliding out and leaving her gaping. Hell, she didn’t even want to think about the bulge that it would leave in her panties if she wasn’t keeping an eye on it.

“Diane?”

“It’s nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “Nothing at all.”

“You’re blushing.”

“Yes, well, I had a little thought that isn’t particularly polite to share in public. Now, if that’s quite everything?”

“Well, I – I guess it is, but –”

“Then let’s eat, and move on. You probably have more to take care of during your visit to the city, and I never really have a moment free, heh. So, if you don’t mind?”

“As you wish, ma’am.”

It was never her preference to be rude, but there was little chance of doing anything else with that thing taking up her attention. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here to the bathroom or somewhere else out of the public eye so she could pull the damn thing out, but at the same time, she knew that the minute she made a move, all eyes would be on her. They always were. The camera loved her, and that had been a huge boost to get into office the last two years, but god, this was not the time.

She ate her steak in silence, doing her best not to think about the pressure on her rim, the way that her hole was held open, or the rising scent of herself from under the table. Too weak for human noses – she hoped, oh, she hoped – but more than enough for her to smell herself. She was thick with need and want and heat, and she curled her toes in her shoes as she imagined what kind of things could happen with this voice.

You could get on the table and show off. All that need has to go somewhere. Mmm, and you know that the public loves to stare down your shirt, or up your skirt. You’ve seen the deep-fakes. You know what they want.

Fighting the urge to grit her teeth, Diane gripped her fork and knife all the tighter. It wasn’t just to keep from shaking, either. She could feel…something…tugging at her, tempting her to reach for her clothes.

No. I’m not. I’m not.

But you could.

I won’t.

You want to know what it’d be like to have all those eyes on you, though. To know how it would feel to enjoy all that attention. To sway your hips, to be a bad girl.

Bad girl.

Bad girl.

That phrase kept ringing in her ears, and it was hard to make it stop. Harder still to make it not feel good. She struggled not to keep squirming at the edge of her seat, feeling the plug shifting a bit with every little movement. Sometimes it felt like it was trying to pull itself free, dragging on her rim, while other times, it felt like the blunted point was trying to grind its way deeper, or the wide sides were trying to open her up further than she could actually manage. Everything just…added to the pleasure.

Bad girls enjoy attention, don’t they? You want to show off. He wants to see. Look at him. He’s almost looking down your blouse already.

He was not, but she looked up anyway. Did she imagine it, or did Derek look away at the last second? Or was he always looking away? Or –

“Pardon, ma’am.”

A waiter bent over at her side. She nodded absently, but she could almost swear that she felt him staring at her ass, somehow. There was no way that they were doing that, though, was there? There weren’t that many perverts in the restaurant, surely, but…

But what if there were?

What if there were people looking at her, wondering what she’d look like with her clothes off?

Why not give them what they want?

I’m the Governor. I don’t do things like that.

But the Crimson Paw would.

I’m not her!

Not usually.

Shut up.

Make me.

There was nothing that she could do to stop the constant throbs and pleasurable tremors inside of her. The clenching her asshole kept doing to the toy, the way that she was biting back one lustful huff after another, even the way her toes curled in her shoes just…happened. She was almost completely out of control of herself, and the only thing that she was successfully keeping herself from doing was not pulling her shirt open and dancing on the table.

What is happening to me?

There was no answer from the voice, and she didn’t know if that was good or bad. The vixen shifted again, sliding her legs out to the side –

The warmth in her ass shifted. It went up her spine and lodged somewhere in her chest, and her eyes went wide as she felt the same sort of tingling pleasure in her breasts. It forced its way forward, running through her boobs right to the nipples, and from there, it was almost like invisible fingers were gripping them, pulling on them, dragging them forward. Her blouse and jacket felt like they were rustling around her, tighter and tighter by the second, but it was the sight that freaked her out the most.

They were growing.

They were actually growing.

Pushing, pulsing, swelling, they were forcing their way outward, rising up and making the buttons strain to keep her blouse and jacket shut. Diane barely managed to keep her mouth shut and not make a sound as Derek continued to eat his salad, but the vixen knew that she couldn’t have much time before he noticed something was going on. She whipped her head back and forth, saw a waiter passing by with a to-go box for another table, and nabbed it from him with a practiced sweep of her hand.

“Ma’am –”

“Sorry, need that,” she said.

She had her steak tossed in the box as she got to her feet, and by the time that Derek had looked up from his food, she had her back to him and her chest was pushed the other way. The restaurant wasn’t too crowded today, so she didn’t think most people were staring too hard, but good god that was close.

“I’m going to have to leave early, Senator. You can get the check for this, can’t you?”

“I – what –”

“Thanks, appreciate it!”

She winked over her shoulder and kept moving even as her chest kept growing. The weight getting heavier and heavier on her chest was harder and harder to ignore, particularly as the top button felt like it was about to give. Every step felt like it was another massive set of jiggles through her growing breasts, pushing them further and further out. Her bra was already at its limits; without the extra support of her blouse, it was all going to come undone, and if that happened in public –

God, she could already see the headlines. Perverted Governor Flashes Crowd! Money For Surgery At Tax-Payer’s Expense?! They’d drag her through the mud, and then some, and she’d never quite get her dignity back no matter what sort of damage control she did.

What the hell was going on? How could something like this even –

She felt the ripping before she heard it, and she picked up the pace. Diane ran, her tail flicking back and forth, and she was abruptly reminded of the plug inside of her as it started tugging at her rim once more, almost falling out at least once on the way to the front door. That same heated tingle ran back down her spine, rushing out through her ass cheeks, but it was still stronger up top, and –

BOING!

BOING!

It was less a sound than a feeling, but it was potent all the same. Her breasts finally ripped through her bra, the top button of her blouse gave way, and the only thing that kept her breasts from spilling out for the public to see without any coverage at all was her jacket. The gray fabric was hardly comfortable – in fact, she winced as soon as her nipples ground against it – but it was better than having her new, huge boobs out in the open air.

“Taxi!”

She waved at one that was about to depart, all but throwing herself in the back seat. Her jacket almost flew up, but she saved it at the last second, pulling the front closed again as she shut the door behind her. It was an effort to catch her breath as she sat up again, shaking her head as the driver looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What the hell was that about?” he asked.

“Nothing that you need be concerned about,” she said, shaking her head and panting. “But if you wouldn’t mind heading to the Governor’s Mansion, I’d be quite happy.”

“Oh, right. No problem, Governor.”

She knew that he was staring at her through the rear-view mirror, and she could only hope that it was only because of the way that she’d thrown herself into his car. That had been far more abrupt than she’d meant to be, but…

Well, at least it got her out of the public eye, and –

Nnngh…

She barely managed to keep from whimpering as she sat down properly again. The weight of her body rammed the plug all the way back between her cheeks as she got as comfortable as she could, and the little rocky bumps in the road weren’t making that easier. Every little nudge was like a thrust from below, and on the occasional pot-hole –

Diane clenched her teeth shut tight, whimpering to herself. It felt like some stallion had just rammed his dick all the way up her backdoor and had his tip right behind her teeth when that happened.

It was going to be along drive, particularly with –

Tingle.

Plump.

Tingle.

Plump.

Did you really think you were done?

Diane wanted to punch the window. She settled for punching the seat cushion as the voice whispered to her, reminding her that she couldn’t just run away from it the way that she could from an annoying paparazzi. It was there, in her head, and –

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the same growth in her cheeks that she had in her breasts, and this time, it was faster. Her pants stretched in the back, some of the gray fabric ripping in the process, and she could only imagine what she would have to do when she got to the mansion. How was she going to spin this one?

Could always let him see what you want him to see, the voice whispered. Just turn around. Be the Governor of the people. Let him see what he likes, what you want him to see. Let him touch it, let him play with it…

Diane shook her head, forcing herself to keep her head down and her hand over her chest. She wasn’t going to let her jacket come open, and she wasn’t going to compromise on her ideals. Not now, not ever.

#

They arrived at the mansion a half-hour later, and Diane was a mess from the moment that she got out of the car. She paid the driver, sent him on his way, and didn’t turn her back until his car was well down the road. Then, and only then, did she let her expression slip from smiling to desperate.

Spinning on her heel, Diane tapped in the security code at the gate even as her pants threatened to rip at any second. She pushed herself to move her fingers faster, hearing the soft rips getting more and more ear-catching. Her ass felt tight, trapped, and the plug somehow felt deeper than it had already been.

Ping.

The gate opened and she was inside. She ran, hissing and whimpering and whining with forced pleasure as the plug moved around inside of her with each step. The voice was no better, either.

Go on. Take it off. Run naked. This is your place.

Her place with other people.

You can fire them. Or hire them. Or buy their secrecy.

Not enough money in the world.

But you might have enough ass, now.

Diane almost fell as her jacket finally slipped out of her grip. Her breasts, well past D cup and even E, spilled out, hanging down and swinging about with the momentum of her steps. She was nearly swung off-balance by them, having to lean against the front door of her own mansion to catch her breath.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Fiddling with the door, she finally managed to step inside –

RIIIIIP!

And the back of her pants finally went. She slammed the door shut just as the air conditioning kicked in, feeling the chill running down her spine and across her now-exposed ass cheeks. She didn’t even have to look back to know how exposed she actually was; she could feel the air currents running over her plugged asshole and her barely-hidden pussy, and she shivered as her nipples got hard right then and there.

Oh, god…oh god…

The only saving grace was that there was nobody around to see her like this. All the staff must have been busy elsewhere, which meant that she still had a chance to keep her dignity. At least, for now.

She ran through the house, ducking around corners and trying to get used to the feeling of her bigger breasts and her heavier ass. Each step was something new, but she managed to get to her bedroom unmolested. It was a hard run, though, and she slumped against the door –

“NNNGH!”

And unfortunately managed to bump the plug one more time. She came right then and there, arching her back and whimpering as her pussy clenched on nothing and her ass on something far too substantial. Her hips twitched, her mouth working soundlessly as she squirted her pleasure over the floor. Her thighs were soaked, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she finally felt the sheer pleasure that she had been holding back.

Hehehe…how’s it feel to be a bad girl?

“Nnngh…leave…me…alone…”

A bad girl gets to have fun. A good girl doesn’t get much at all.

Diane did her best to ignore the voice as she stumbled toward her bed. The feeling of the plug wasn’t as intense in her post-orgasm haze, but it was still obviously there, and she struggled to keep her thoughts focused. Her breath huffed and puffed irregularly as she made her way to her bed, tossing her clothes over her shoulders as she slid out of them.

She paused as she passed the mirror by the bed and stared at it, or, more accurately, at what she had become. Her breasts were bigger than any porn star’s she’d ever seen, and her ass and hips felt like something more suitable to some sort of sex toy than a person. She’d never be able to keep from swaying like this, and she still didn’t even know how it had started, and –

And worst of all, she could tell that she almost wished someone had caught her. There was something in the back of her head now, something that itched to be seen, to be caught, and it just spiked her with heat between her legs thinking about it. She…she wanted…

She didn’t even know, and that was the hard part. She fell into bed and rolled onto her side.

Tomorrow, I find a better detective, or…or maybe go down to the prison and see if Wolf knows something. Anything. Just…have to find a way to make it stop…

She closed her eyes and hoped that tomorrow would be better.

#

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Diane groaned, tasting…something, she wasn’t sure what. It was wet, and salty, and almost…

The vixen groaned as the feeling of something sliding on her tongue got stronger, almost like someone was trying to force-feed her something in her sleep. It wasn’t bad, just…intense, and -

And she couldn’t move.

The realization hit her a split-second after something else grabbed her by the top of her head. She wanted to wake up, wanted to move, but nothing obeyed. Her body didn’t move, her hands and legs refused to shift from her sides, and -

Thrust.

Gluk.

Thrust.

Gluk.

Diane finally woke up enough to realize that it was a cock she was tasting, one that had just sufficient sweat and pre-cum for her to taste the whole thing. Her head spun as it kept thrusting on her tongue, forcing itself further down her muzzle and into her throat. It was one of the longer thrusts, going right down into her neck, that had finally woken her, she realized, and it was oozing over her tongue constantly, dribbling pre-cum along her taste buds and drenching her mouth in it.

Her head spun as she was face-fucked. Where was she? What was going on? Why - was she naked? She could feel the breeze of moving air all across her body, but she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t feel anything but the thrust, thrust, thrust of that cock across her tongue. Hands - that’s what they were. There were hands on her head, guiding her down on that shaft, forcing her to take more, more, and more besides, until her lips finally reached the base of the sheath attached.

“Mmmph…”

That was her voice, a soft grunt compared to the whimpers and gasps that she wanted to let out. Her body continued to just…take it, feeling each thrust along her tongue, letting it fill her muzzle again and again. The taste got stronger, and the grip on her head grew more intense as whoever was fucking her got closer.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Open your eyes…open your eyes…

But you love it.

Diane groaned. It was the voice again.

You love to be used. You love the feeling of being stared at. We both know it. You were on stage how many times, hoping and pleading for someone to stare up your skirt? Wishing you were on a stripper’s stage instead of on a political platform? You’re a whore at heart, and now, you can finally get to enjoy it the way that you always wanted to. Just suck away, girl. Enjoy it.

Gluk. Gluk. Gluk.

Every thrust was making her feel…good, and not in the way that she expected. She could feel her breasts wobbling, her ass-cheeks jiggling, her body swaying with the thrusts down her throat. Every time that the male bottomed out, she could taste him, smell him, feel his need against her face. It was like getting the most intimate letter of admiration that she’d ever imagined, all thrust down her throat. The salty flavor was getting stronger, and she could barely swallow around it.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

And as the thrusts grew stronger than ever, she could feel something else happening, almost like an out-of-body experience. She felt like she was floating out of herself, and when she finally left it behind, she could open her eyes. She could finally see -

“Oh…my…God…”

Looking down, she saw her body splayed out in front of a prison cell. Her breasts hung almost all the way to the floor from their greater size, and the prison guards that walked by slapped her ass. They showed no respect; she was nothing more than a piece of fuckable meat to them, there to be enjoyed for as long as she was completely unconscious and unable to resist. Her pussy was dripping, and standing in the cell, using her face -

Was Mr. Wolf.

Her ghostly self could only stare in shock and awe as the slender con-man thrust away, his shaft pushing down her throat again, and again, and again. Each time that he bottomed out, she could see and feel his balls pressed against her chin, knowing that he was right on the verge of shooting his seed right down her throat. Something in her pushed for more, for her body to stick out its tongue, to put herself to use in bringing him greater pleasure, and Diane…

She wanted to.

It terrified her, but even as she watched, helplessly, she imagined what else the voice could make her down. How much further could the voice take it, and how much could she get away with if she just submitted to the voice? How far would she go down the road of this…this slutty thing in front of her before someone caught her out and made her stop? Would that even be possible?

And all the while, Mr. Wolf kept thrusting away, fucking down her neck, using her throat as if it was nothing more than some prison cum-dump. She couldn’t look away from the rut, her eyes wide and her mouth open, and she could only shake her head as her pussy continued to dribble down her sleeping thighs. Her body was honest in a way that she could never be in the waking world, not with all the responsibilities that she had.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

She stared, her hands itching to drop between her thighs and touch herself, but even now, she was only allowed to watch. There was no power, no freedom, only this intense show as Mr. Wolf continued to fuck her throat. In, out, in, out, faster, harder, never letting up as his balls seemed to finally reach that point. Diane stared, her mouth hanging open as he finally hilted again -

“NNNGH!”

And then she stared as he flooded her throat, watching as the bulge of his seed ran right down her neck. Pulse, pulse, pulse it went, his balls rising along her chin, his cum pulsing down her throat in great gulps -

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“Ah!”

Diane lunged upright, only to tumble forward a split-second later. Landing on her chest, she groaned, shaking her head before looking down at herself.

The big boobs were still there. She could feel her ass back there, too, the weight of her hips all but grinding her into her bed. A low whimper climbed her throat as she realized that she could taste Mr. Wolf’s cum in her mouth, too.

Mmmm, bad girl…

Diane covered her face, muttering under her breath. She still didn’t know what to think. There were so many options.

Was it a dream?

Or had it been real, somehow?

She didn’t know, and that was both horrifically frightening…and terribly arousing…








The End


Summary: Diane Foxington continues to fall into a deeper and deeper series of problems in this fictional world of hers.

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