Vice Admiral Sara Rector put down the phone for the fourth time. When the White House called, you listened, and this was the fourth time this morning. As personal family physician to the President of the United States, she was responsible for his wellbeing.

 Sara shivered as she tried to pull on her uniform shirt, the fabric sliding over her rock hard nipples. “Why…” She moaned softly, going into the bathroom and grabbing a heavy pad. She was leaking pussy juice as if she was menstruating it. Sara struggled to put her uniform on, her heavy arousal still fragrant and lingering about her.

She heard the door of her apartment being opened.

“Admiral Rector! This is the Secret Service; we are coming inside!”

Sara sighed and stepped out into her living room, putting her uniform cap on. She looked up into the face of Special Agent Carol von Batten, who despite the name was about as large and masculine as you could get. “Evening Carol, I take it the President sent you?” she queried, still trying to stand without shaking.

He sniffed and cleared his throat. “No, the Secretary of the Treasury did.” Carol knew damn well that the President had given the order; but the Secret Service was part of treasury and by law could not be ordered around by the President, only the secretary of the treasury, Sally Arnold, could order them around. In the end it didn’t really matter if the President had asked the secretary or not; either way they were here to see that the Admiral made it to the White House in one piece.

Agent von Batten looked at the beautiful career officer in front of him. He could smell her arousal, which fit with the reports that he had been given. His orders were to see that she made it to the White House in one piece.

Carol cleared his throat. “Can you walk? Or would you prefer the wheel chair?”

Sara blushed. “I think the wheel chair might prevent the most embarrassment,” she near whispered looking away. He understood how she felt; it was hard for a warrior, even a doctor to be carried or to fall like this. He had served for twenty years in the United States Marine Corps before joining the Secret Service.

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The ride to the White House was excruciating — it was all Sara could do to keep herself from climaxing as the SUV sped with police escort through the streets of Washington. She bit her lips as she felt an orgasm roll through her; the last two days had been hell. Once, she would have thought that staying in bed pleasuring herself for two days straight would have been a dream come true, now it was almost torturous. Try as she might, she couldn’t control how horny she was; even a cold shower had done nothing to calm her heat. Sleep too had eluded her, her dreams filled with images of people fucking — no, not people… in specific they were true hermaphrodites, futanari. She shook the image away as they arrived.

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The President looked around the oval office. The surgeon general, the head of the Centers for Disease Control, the Director of the CIA, the National Security Advisor, the head of FEMA, and the head of the United States Army Medical Research Institute for Infectious Diseases (USAMRIID) waited with him.

He sat behind his desk. Not to express his power as he normally would, but rather to hide the raging erection that had plagued him for the last few hours. The sound of a squeaky wheel chair announced Sara’s entrance into the room. He nodded to Arnold Pool the director of USAMRIID to begin.

“Sara, I’m sorry about that… but this is bigger than just you or I,” the President announced forgoing a greeting.

The Colonel cleared his throat. “Mr. President, Admiral; three weeks ago, as best we can tell, a coordinated biological attack was carried out successfully against the United States of America. A previously unknown group calling themselves the ‘Intersexed Liberation Front’ released a virus in every major urban center simultaneously.”

A shocked stare greeted pronouncement. The President nodded for him to continue.

“The attack is unique in that the agent in question is not known to be deadly; in fact, until two weeks ago nothing was known. The labs of both the CDC and USAMRIID have been working around the clock to find out just what the agent does, however we were beaten to the punch.” He passed around pictures to each person. “Ladies and Gentlemen, if I can introduce Ms. Maria Salvatore, and Mr. Alec Jameson,” he said, referencing the picture.

The image was of two exquisite women; their bodies put most Hollywood starlets to shame. However the thing that stood out from the image was that both women were endowed with large cocks.

“Colonel, I didn’t come here to be handed shemale porn,” the director of FEMA growled.
“Then I suggest you look at image number two…” the colonel riposted.





The director of FEMA lifted up the first image to reveal yet another explicit photo, this one of Ms. Salvatore driving her shaft hard into Ms. Jameson’s dripping cunt, both futanari’s pussies in plain view. He gasped looking up in shock at the Colonel. “What is this?!”

The Colonel sighed “This is our future…” he paused “all known antivirals have no effect on the virus; and to be very frank, neither I nor Dr. Sawa” he gestured to Dr. Diane Sawa, head of CDC, “feel that it would be ethical to treat it if they did.”

The head of FEMA exploded from his chair “What the fuck are you talking about?! Mr. President the colonel has clearly gone mad!”

The President lifted his head from his hands, “Sit down” he said, his tone grave “that’s an order.” He looked up and at each person in the room, his eyes settling on the head of FEMA “Tom, hear him out…”

The head of FEMA took his seat reluctantly, “Mr. President.” He stated in acknowledgement.

The colonel cleared his throat “Admiral Rector, over the past year and a half you have been treating the First Lady for Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, correct?” he queried.

“Colonel I am forbidden by federal law from answering that question” She responded calmly.

The President looked over to her “It’s alright Sara, you can tell them, it’s important”

She nodded “Over the past year and a half The First Lady has had an aggressive Non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Despite chemotherapy and other treatment the cancer has progressed quickly” she stated. The reality of the situation is that the First Lady had less than a month to live; it hurt to even think about losing a friend she had known for so long.

“The First Lady is being treated in a private room at John Hopkins under heavy security. Much to our chagrin the ILF targeted Hopkins as a release point along with over forty other cancer specific hospitals in the United States and abroad.” He paused for effect letting the gravity of the situation sink in. “At first the logic for this seemed incomprehensible; cancer patients have weakened immune systems and would die quickly if the virus was deadly. So why target there? Well as it turns out the First Lady herself provided the clue. As of this morning The First Lady of the United States was cured of cancer, furthermore as best we can tell her body has rejuvenated itself to an approximate physical age of around twenty five.”

“I suppose it cures HIV, AIDS and VD too” The director of FEMA snapped flippantly.

“Actually Tom… it does” responded the Colonel without even cracking a smile.

The President cleared his throat “So what do we do? We can’t very well just keep people in the dark on this we are likely to see panic if we do that. Arnold how long does this take virus take?” He queried.

“Two to three weeks in females and four to five in males, sir” the colonel responded quickly choosing not to elaborate. “Mr. President if I may…” the President motion for him to continue. “I think we should be open and honest about the virus and what is to come, we already have reports of unpleasantness from parts of the Bible belt.”

The President nodded softly looking up at the Chairman of the Joint chiefs “Jack… can we have National Guard troops stand by to prevent violence?”

The aging warrior thought for a second “Mr. President, based on what Colonel Pool has said it is highly likely that some of those troops are already infected. If we deploy them now we risk having them go into the critical stages at the same time, severely weakening units. However, Mr. President we do have a fully futanari unit of formerly female soldiers that is growing by the day. It is my recommendation that we deploy them instead, which will give the National Guard units time to go through the change with their families.” He paused for a second “Mr. President, I think we should also offer the option of to the public of deliberately infecting themselves if they are not already… or perhaps making it mandatory”

The President nodded “Thank you all… I need to think on this before I do anything”

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Lights filled the Oval office. The President sat behind his desk as they put copious amounts of makeup on him. He sighed. He was about to change the course of the nation — what he said tonight would either save it, or damn it to oblivion.

“My fellow Americans, our great nation has faced many foes in its history. Today, we face a new enemy: not from without, but rather from within…”

He went on to describe the futanari virus in detail, making sure to be clear that there was nothing to worry about, that the greatest danger from the virus was from those who would react violently towards those who were infected. He expounded on the benefits that those that were changed would experience: youth, beauty, health, and vitality.
“… Know, my fellow Americans, that I, too, am infected; I have two weeks before I will experience the change; Godspeed and goodnight.”

Earlier that night, the President had called the allies, and even some enemies, and let them know how the United States would proceed. Most had already chosen similar paths, and chose to make similar statements that very night.

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“Sara watched the president on the TV, her vibrator rubbing against her mons. A sudden knock on the door shook her out of her reverie. She pulled a robe on and opened the door to her apartment, to be greeted by Lara Stephenson, the First Lady. “Lara…” she gasped. “What brings you by? Shouldn’t you be in the hospital?” She queried.

The First Lady smiled. “I thought I would come by and see you — John might be a lot of things, but he’s not blind. He said you were squirming in the oval office this morning, and Carol mentioned that you seemed to be exhibiting signs. Given the timing, I asked John, and we both agreed it might be best if I came by and helped you adjust.”

Sara nodded and opened the door for her old friend. Two secret service agents, both women, slipped inside with her. Sara did a double take as she realized that all three women before her had a bulge.

A gentle hand guided her back to her bedroom. Sara was lost in a daze of lust and need; even now she could feel drops of liquid drip from her sex down her leg. It was a new feeling — never had she been this wet before, and certainly not for the wife of one of her oldest friends.

Lara guided her friend to the bed, the fragrant perfume of Sara’s sex lingering in the air, biting her lip softly as her shaft stirred. She slipped out of her suit revealing an amazing body: her breasts were perfect globes, nipples pert and hard with arousal over a toned sexy core. Her large shaft stood erect and ready, the foreskin already pulled back from the glans. Her nether lips were plump, wet, and ready; she rather hoped Sara had a vibrator to slide in her as she was burning up with need. Models would have killed for her legs; long and perfect, they completed the goddess of a woman that stood over Sara.

Sara trembled with need on the bed, the sight of Lara’s cock was driving her insane; she wanted to touch it, to stroke it, to suck it, and most of all, to have it take her in every hole that her friend could drive it hard into. It struck her then that this shouldn’t seem right, but it did.

She crawled to the end of the bed. Reaching up, she moved to touch her friend’s shaft, pulling her hand back at the last second and looking up at Lara.

The First Lady smiled. “Don’t be afraid dear, it’s large but it won’t hurt you.” She guided her friends hand to her shaft, feeling the warm fingers close around her stiff cock. She gently flicked a few wisps of hair out of Sara’s face as her friend leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her glans.

Sara smiled as she watched her friends eyes roll back with pleasure as her lips caress her lover’s cock tip, the sensitive flesh already out and ready. Her hands slid over her lover’s shaft softly, just brushing over the skin, barely touching her. Her tongue darted out, lapping up the dot of precum forming on the First Lady’s shaft; rewarded with a soft gasp, she slid down, tracing the tip of her tongue up the vein of the massive fuck-meat in front of her. She kissed the tip as she reached the top, her lips spreading over her lover’s cockhead slowly, eliciting a long, low moan.

Lara trembled as Sara worked her shaft, her own juices beginning to drip down her thighs as her longtime friend — and now, lover — teased her wonderfully. She let out a long slow moan as Sara’s lips slid over her sensitive cocktip. Reaching down, she placed her hands on her friend's head as more and more of her shaft slid into the warm wet embrace of her lover’s mouth.

The admiral slid deeper on her lover’s shaft, her tongue sliding up her lover’s vein to tease the pee slit at the top, a blast of precum hitting the back of her throat in response. She stroked her lover’s shaft as she took Lara’s cock deep into her throat, suppressing her gag-reflex as the large fuck-meat distended her throat. Slowly picking up speed, she bobbed on the First Lady’s cock.

Lara groaned softly as her friend took her deep into her throat. She thrusted deep into her friend's throat, her shaft throbbing as her climax neared. The sudden entrance of a finger into her dripping cunt sent her over the edge; thrusting hard into her lover’s throat, her shaft explodes, pumping her seed deep into Sara’s throat.

Sara swallowed most of her lover’s seed, the excess leaking out around her lips. She slipped off her lover’s shaft. Lara knelt down to kiss her, cum still on Sara's tongue as their tongues twined together, the futanari pushing Sara back on the bed. The First Lady's large shaft pressed against her dripping nether lips

Breaking the kiss, the First Lady leaned down, whispering softly in Sara’s ear. “You need me in you, don’t you?”

Sara nodded feverishly. “Please,” she moaned, grinding her hips against her lover’s, their teats pressed together.

Lara speared her shaft deep into Sara’s dripping qwim, her long, hard sword sheathing in the burning-hot and dripping sheath of her lover. Her lover’s tight cunt pulled her cock deeper as she thrust into her hard, her cock-head pressing against her lover’s cervix before sliding inside with a final thrust.

Slowly the First Lady drew herself back, pulling herself almost out of Sara, her shaft dripping with her lover’s juices as she thrusted in once more beginning, to pound her lover hard.

Sara whimpered as her friend’s massive fuck meat stretched her, pushing her to levels of pleasure she hadn’t known were possible. Her eyes went wide as she felt her lover’s shaft enter her womb, her back arching as she gasped with need. A dawning emptiness consumed her as the First Lady drew back, only to fill her once more beyond capacity as her lover drove into her again.

Pleasurable warmth built on her mons with each thrust; the mere brush of Lara’s skin against it drove her mad with aching need.

The First Lady could feel her friend changing beneath her, Sara’s body visibly becoming younger and fit, taking on curves and tone that the career naval officer would have only dreamed about before.

Her shaft throbbing as her climax approached, Lara reached own and began to rub her lover’s mons, Sara’s back arching as her fingers slid over the sensitive area. Groaning deeply, she thrust in hard one last time, her shaft deep in her friend’s womb as she came, a torrent of her futanari seed filling her lover full.

Sara’s eyes went wide as she rode the best climax of her life, a high that only became higher as her new shaft exploded from her mons, sliding through her lover’s fingers and climaxing over them both.

She looked down as she slowly came back to earth; Lara’s shaft still deep inside her, staring at the cock that nearly touched the bottom of her breasts. She licked her lips, savoring the salty taste of her seed. Looking up at Lara, she smiled. “Wanna go again?” she asked a subtle grin on her face.

Lara smiled and kissed her old friend’s forehead. “Sure, but this time you’re on top,” she murred, rolling the pair of them over…