Feminism is... different

“Have a fun night slut?” Asked the machine as Candi shook her head trying to clear the sleep from it. She looked down at Candy and Kandy, neither of them seemed to have heard.

Candi’s jaw ached from the amount of pussy she had eaten and her tits were covered in hickeys and bite marks. They had been awake until well past midnight and hadn’t quite fallen asleep but passed out in a sexy pile.

Candi looked at the machine suspiciously. “You’ve changed more than just what, like, the dials said.” As she spoke she reached down and began playing with Kandy’s pussy absent-mindedly. Her girlfriend gave a sexy little purr and opened her legs giving Candi easier access to her wet little cunt.

“Now that wouldn’t be fair Candi. What makes you say that?” Despite its friendly words the machine's tone was unmistakably condescending.

“This.” Candi gestured to the lesbian pile she had woken up in before resting a hand on Candy’s tit and kneading the soft flesh. “I feel so sexed up, thinking feels harder, sex feels easier. I keep remembering sucking cock and liking it!”

The machine chuckled at her distress “I’ve done nothing more than modify the attribute specified by the dials. The reason you feel like such a slut is because you’re a feminist and that's just what feminists are in this timeline. Before I came along you feminists were ugly, unpopular, frigid. You couldn’t get men so you had to do unwomanly things like get jobs or act smart.”

Candi could remember that reality but for some reason it seemed to be slipping further and further away with each tick of the dials.

“In this timeline things are different, sure you want men and women to be equal but you aren’t exactly equipped to fight for it. You all can barely string a sentence together without the word like and that cute little inflection makes you sound,” the machine paused and Candi could feel it smirking at her despite its blank metal side. “Well it doesn’t make you sound confident that’s for sure. You never needed to think hard because people would help you, never tried hard to get a date because you were always a catch.”

As the machine spoke Candi could see it. She had been in a club with other feminists back in school but they had only been paid lip service. She had gotten good grades but she had batted her eyelashes at all the male professors. She had a Master’s degree but had barely paid attention to the course. Her professors had probably barely bothered to grade them, it's not like feminists could do much with a Master’s no one would hire a feminist for an important job. Even sex. The old Candi, whatever she had been called, had needed to spend hours on dating apps to find a single man who wasn’t actively repulsive. The new Candi had never even downloaded a dating app, or gone more than a week without sex.

“So we’re all just like…” Candi trailed off.

“Silly little bimbos who no one takes seriously,” said the machine with a cruelly chipper tone. “Now why not head to your meeting. Oh right if you want to accept it your challenge today is to keep those big pillows on your face away from the other feminist. Don’t kiss anyone while at the WAN, simple right.”

Candi was so stunned she almost failed to recognize how easy the challenge was. She had said it last night, her lips were girlfriend exclusive. She clicked accept and walked to her closet to get dressed.

Her selection was now quite different from what her old memories had but relying on the new ones was turning out to be so easy. She grabbed a sparkly black dress that came just short of exposing her nipples and a thong. She considered a bra but felt almost nauseous at the idea. She grabbed a pair of short pumps to complete the outfit and looked in the mirror. Aside from the lack of makeup she looked like one of any thousands of interchangeable sluts you could find dancing at clubs every Saturday night. She sighed. This wasn’t going to fix itself because she refused to play along.

The drive to the WAN was grating, her car seat and pedals had clearly been adjusted to take into account the fact that her gigantic funbags presented a legitimate challenge for steering and she kept getting distracted by feminists she passed in the street. She parked the car and wiped the drool from her mouth and considered doing the same for the wetness that had developed between her legs. She then thought about the fact she was entering a building full of big titted beauties dressed like club sluts and decided it was a pointless effort.

She pushed open the door and saw an unfamiliar man standing at the desk with a strange smile on his face. She stepped forward to confront him but in the process saw the brown hair of the group's secretary, Barbie, bobbing on the man’s cock. She suddenly stopped and the man gave a groan of pleasure as he jerked pumping load after load into the secretary’s mouth. She gave his cock a kiss and stood up to talk to Candi.

“OMG, it’s like, my favorite member of the Candy Girls.” She scrambled around the desk to give Candi a big hug, she tried to kiss her as well but Candi held up a warding hand.

“Come on Barbie. You know I don’t kiss anyone I’m not, like, dating.”

Barbie gave an adorable giggle, “Worth a shot.” She headed back to her seat to sign Candi in. This gave Candi a very good chance to appreciate what had happened to her. The old Barbie had been fat, grumpy, and had a pig nose that did nothing to help her dating prospects. The new barbie was wearing a powder blue cami which did little to conceal her J cup breasts and a mini skirt that was clearly soaked from her amorous activities.

Candi tried to ignore it as she slid through the door and Barbie got back on her knees but when she got inside the office it was like entering an alternate, sexier universe.

Girls were lounging about on chairs chatting about boys and doing their nails. Numerous men were hanging out, most of whom seemed to be there for sex. Candi navigated to her office and found that her title now read “Number One Girl”. Before she could open she felt tits on her back as another woman pulled her into a hug. She turned and was shocked to see Mrs. Glick. The only sign of her age that remained was her grey hair which could pass for platinum blonde in the right light.

“There’s my favorite girly! You, like, have to come see this. Kaylie found this super old old poster from the 60’s or something.”

Confused but curious Candi let herself be guided along until she reached a side office where Kaylie was indeed showing off a poster. It showed a feminist on her knees with a cock in front of her face. The slogan at the bottom read “A woman’s right to suck”. Candi had seen enough, she ran straight to her office and slammed the door.

She hated how much everything had changed, hated what feminism, what feminists now were. She hated everything about it. But at the same time her pussy betrayed her, her brain insisted all of this was cool and normal, that the right to suck was an important step forward for feminists and feminism as a whole.

Candy found her in her office about an hour later. She had skipped a meeting on “Should, like, boys have to send girls a dick pic first so they know if they can have fun?” and the other group members had gotten worried for her. Candy slipped over to Candi and embraced her, their tits smooshed together in such a comfortable way. She looked at her girlfriend with a smile and planted a huge kiss right on her lips.

Almost three whole seconds passed before she realized what she had done.

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 3 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 3 Lips: 2 Ass: 2

Femininity: 1 Voice: 2 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 2

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 3 Beauty: 3 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 2 Employment Opportunities: 2

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: ON Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: ON Valley Girl Speak: ON

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: ON Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: ON