The World’s First Futa 10 – Futa’s Wicked Campaign Chapter 2: Futa’s First Wicked Speech

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wicked Campaign

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Wicked Speech

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“What was your favorite part of campaigning for president?” Adelia Tash asked me.

I shivered, and the answer came immediately to my lips. “The rallies.”

It was so interesting to talk about the most public part of my life: my bid to become the first futa-president of the United States. I was popular. Almost every woman in America wanted to have my daughter. The all loved me. I just had to keep them energized, and I would win.

“Why?” Adelia asked. I could feel the studio audience, and even the world watching our interview being streamed live across the internet, watching, waiting for my answers.

What a wonderful forty-eighth birthday this was.

“Because I was able to get out among my fans. To feel their love for me as they shouted and cheered.” I shuddered. “I did so many rallies between August and the elections in November to keep my supporters electrified. It was a blur of traveling with my futa-daughters on the campaign trail.” A group of my oldest futa-daughters, girls born to those first few women I made love to as a futanari, had organized it all. While I was out having meaningless sex, they were trying to change the world.

They inspired me to be better.

“I loved every moment of it, even though it was exhausting.” I smiled. “My daughter Bethany did a great job keeping up my morale. She was always making sure I was relaxed and had a new woman to slip into my bed at night so I could fall asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.”

“What a sweet group of daughters you had,” Adelia said. “Was there any one campaign stop that was a favorite?”

“Muleshoe, Texas,” I said without hesitation.

“That was a fast answer.” Adelia, like any good interviewer, pounced. “Why? What made this one special?”

“It wasn’t what happened during the rally, but I had a delightful reunion with a woman I never thought I’d meet again…”

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September 16th, 2036

My tour bus pulled to a stop at the back of the Bailey Country Fairground in Muleshoe, Texas. I stretched while beside me my newest intern, Carlita, snoozed, worn out from losing her cherry and getting fucked hard on the bus.

“I’ll watch over her, Mom,” said Danielle, my daughter with my good friend Dona. The brunette futanari had a wicked grin as she cuddled up against the naked, cum-splattered Carlita. Danielle loved my sloppy seconds.

“I know you will, honey,” I said. After a month traveling around America with some of my futa-daughters, I was realizing all the things I missed out on. It was wonderful having them in my life, seeing them grown into such responsible, young women.

“Now I have a treat for you,” Bethany, my morale manager, said. She had golden-blonde hair and stood taller than her sisters. “Come on, let’s meet the woman who put on this rally.”

“Oh?” I asked, slipping past my daughter Lola and her fiancee, Jen. They got engaged not long after Jen announced she was pregnant with my daughter. I think that was last week. Everything was starting to blur together.

“You’re going to love it, Mom,” Bethany said, giving me a big grin. “She’s eager to see you.”

That had me arching my eyebrow. Then I frowned. I was in the part of Texas where I… I blinked, seeing a woman outside the bus that looked so familiar. She was older, just like I was, matured from that innocent, trembling virgin I deflowered a dozen or so years ago.

“Scarlett?” I asked as I climbed off the boss and stared at the woman, her bleached-blonde hair falling loose about her face instead of the braid I remembered. “Scarlett Pelley, right?”

“It’s Morgensten now,” she said. “Been that way for a decade.”

“Congratulations,” I said, smiling at the first virgin I ever deflowered. She wore an airy dress, a golden cross dangling down into her cleavage. Her breasts looked larger, filled out by her pregnancy. As I embraced her, I asked, “So you put this on?”

“I did!” she said. “With my husband’s help.”

Then she kissed me. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing in my panties as I kissed this girl. That was such a wild night. She was part of this group of Christians who thought my seed was divine and that it was a woman’s job to have my baby and be fruitful. It was a spreading movement in the mid-west. I spent several years just helping out all those god-fearing virgins and their mothers conceive my children.

I clutched tight to her, kissing her with such passion as she squirmed in my arms. I remembered fucking her and her adopted mother together, showing them the joys of forbidden, lesbian delight, too. All while her adopted father waited down the hallway, listening to me enjoy his wife and daughter.

“Damn,” I breathed when I broke the kiss, my futa-dick throbbing so hard. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

“Mmm, yes,” she said, her eyes fluttering. She cleared her throat and stepped back, then turned to a portly man with a cowboy hot and a jovial smile standing next to a budding girl with sandy-blonde hair and the same blue eyes as the man, clearly his barely legal daughter. “This is my husband, Mitch, and my step-daughter, Katrina.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mitch said, marching forward and taking my hand in a firm shake. “You’re gonna change the world. Give them dirty dems a boot, and kick them republicrats out the door with ’em.”

“That’s the plan,” I said as he pulled his daughter, Katrina, to him, his arm going around her shoulder. He had such a proud look on his face while her blue eyes…

They were molten with awakened lust.

“This is my daughter, Katrina. She’s a good, Christian girl,” he said. “She’s been prayin’ for the day to be blessed by your holy seed.”

My futa-dick throbbed.

“Told you, Mom,” Bethany whispered behind me, “you’re going to love this.”

“And, of course, I’ll be there to hold her hand,” Scarlett said. “Just like Mom was with me.” She joined her husband, such a smoky look on her face as she slipped beneath his other arm.

He looked so proud knowing both his wife and daughter would be in my bed before too long. I shivered. I had changed the world so much, and I wasn’t even the president yet. My girl-dick throbbed in my pants. I was grateful to whatever crazy genetic mutation—the scientist were still hotly debating over my DNA sequence, and likely would long after I was dead, for why I came about—allowed me to be the world’s first futa.

Then an idea popped into my head. “Leah.”

“Yes, Mom?” Leah asked. My daughter with Professor Rider was a serious-faced futanari, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling about her shoulders. She had round ears like me.

“Who is my distraction while I give the speech?” I asked.

“Well, we’re fresh out of virgins…” She trailed off. “Oh, I see, Mom. That’s kinky.”

“Yes, it is,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing. “This is going to be a rally to remember.”

“Do you need me to adjust your speech, Mom?” Rebecca asked. She was my speech writer. She had inherited her mother’s large breast and had the same smile as her half-brother, Kurt.

“Talk about blessing her,” Christina said. She pushed up her glasses as she came to stand beside her half-sister. She had brown hair and dressed more conservatively than my other futa-daughters, especially Danielle. She was my analyst. “Add how you’re going to Bless America. That will play really great here.”

I nodded my head. My daughters were such a great team. They were barely out of high school, only turned eighteen a few months ago, and yet they were all so sharp. They spent time getting ready for this, dedicating themselves to making their wild mother president.

It stunned me sometimes. I felt such a maternal swell for my two daughters. I scoped them up in my arms and hugged them both, planting motherly kisses on both their cheeks before I released them. They both beamed at me.

Behind them, the tour bus rocked, Danielle had Carlita pressed against the window, fucking her hard. Some of my daughters really took after me.

“Okay, we have the band warming up the crowd,” Leah said, guitar music coming from stage. “You got a few minutes.”

“Okay,” I said then glanced at Scarlett and Katrina. “Ready to help me become president?”

“That’s why we’re here,” they said as I took their hands and pulled them away from Mitch.

“Oh, but we’re going to do it out there!” I said. “The entire world’s going to witness your daughters’ womb getting blessed.”

Katrina gave a gasp. Her hand squeezed mine. “R-really, Miss Woodward.”

“Becky,” I told her. “I fucked your step-mom, so you can call me Becky.” I pulled her closer, loving the way she blushed. “Besides, I’m about to fuck you, too.”

“Lord, thank you for this,” breathed Scarlett. She clutched at her crucifix. Faith did strange things to people, but I didn’t judge.

Well, maybe I would judge that weird cult in Kansas who worshiped me as their goddess. To my horror, they had grown in size in the last decade. They had their first representative elected in congress, one of those virgins I bred that weird day, and were a big block of my supporters. So, publicly, I told the world they were the greatest and how I was flattered to be worshiped as their goddess.

I tried to stay away from them as much as possible though.

“Okay, Mom,” Leah said, motioning me over. “We got your speech loaded in the teleprompter. Rebecca tweaked it a bit, but it’s your standard stump speech.”

“I added something at the end,” Rebecca said. “A twist. Say it after you cum in Katrina’s pussy.”

I nodded my head while the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. After a month of doing two to three rallies or dinners a day, I was still scared to go out there. But it was a good fear, the type that had me ready for anything. Keep me sharp. Not complacent.

The music died down.

“Now let’s give a warm, Texan welcome to the future president of the United States, Becky Woodward!” a man boomed.

The crowd thundered.