Politicians and their poles

The president used propaganda on her country. It’s super effective!

The President’s message to the citizens and illegal inhabitants of Bulge-aria did not fall on deaf ears. Many of the uninitiated meekly reported for conversion as commanded by the president sparking week long orgies in cities across the country. Some people migrated to the citizen infested cities to satisfy their own carnal lusts and they did, but they gained even more insatiable shemale sex drives. Some criminals did actively resist the lovely president and her new laws. Most of these were rounded up by shemale vigilantes who took the law into their own hands becoming judge, jury, and sexecutioner. The very few who remained had targets on their lower backs. Teams of hung shemales eager to prove themselves formed hunting parties, driving out into the countryside and working in teams to round up some game.

The president earned clout on the international stage by committing her country to take in tens of thousands of extra refugees. The Bulge-arian immigrants were remarkably successful at integrating into the culture. It could have been the one on one lessons that every immigrant received or perhaps the hands on instruction from enthusiastic teachers. In any event immigrants were so thoroughly integrated into Bulge-arian culture that within 24 hours of entering the country you honestly wouldn’t be able to distinguish them from a citizen. The president even toured some immigration centers personally to ensure that the naturalization programs were suitably rigorous, she was not disappointed.

While the Bulge-arian president was consolidating power at home and importing refugees she also saw to it that the country was busy exporting sexy shemale spies. In particular agents were sent to Turkey and Russia.

Their mission? To insert themselves into the power structure, gaining access to influential individuals and sensitive sites. Shemales made excellent spies, their feminine bodies lured men into letting down their guards. The spies seduced targets plying them with **** and coaxing them to say a bit more than they should all in an effort to impress a smoke-show and get laid. The sexy spies were very accommodating. They were suitably impressed by the target’s accomplishments oohing and ahhing over whatever they were shown. As far as getting laid goes, that was a given.

The spies were a good start, but the president needed a way to get more shemales into Turkey! What she really needed was some way to slip her bulge deep inside Türkiye on the sly, some kind of Bulge-arian Horse. But what? The phone rang, she picked up “Yes? Oh I see, excellent work. Yes I’ll make arrangements.” She hung the phone up with a click. Those beautiful bitches in the Bulge-arian Central Shemale Intelligence (BCSI)! They’d arranged for a beauty pageant to be held in Ankara, Turkey next week, now all she had to do was send entrants and their support staff. But where could she find busty beauties on short notice? She smiled smugly and then burst out laughing at the absurdity of the question. One call later and two buses loaded with only the sexiest of shemales would be taking off tomorrow.

The buses took off early in the morning filled with well tucked and fucked shemales, it’s a long drive get it while you can! Their baggage included dresses, swimsuits, and everything they needed to display their talents to the audience. A couple BCSI agents on both buses debriefed the shemales on the plan during the drive. By the time the buses got to the hotel they were full of frustrated shemales. They piled out into the lobby, teasing the men at the front desk as they collected their room keys and split off to get some beauty rest, or so they said. The horny hoes really went out to meet and greet the competition. Attractive young women from all across eastern Europe filled the hotel. It was right next to the venue and was offering hefty discounts to contestants, who could say No? The deal was too good to pass up. Of course what they didn’t, and couldn’t, know was that the BCSI had subsidized the rooms to ensure the contestants would be in one place.

The shemale contestants also made their competitors offers they couldn’t refuse, a free upgrade. They got into all of the rooms in the hotel through various means master keys supplied by ‘helpful’ hotel staff, free room ‘service’, whatever it took. Once in rooms, though, they got into their competition in only one way. The contestants were treated to an advanced version of you show me yours I’ll show you mine with their sexy shemale competition. By the end of the night the entire hotel had been thoroughly corrupted everyone in the hotel sported a nice pair of titties with a sweet shemale shaft and even the most dedicated of housekeepers would be hard pressed to decontaminate the building. Around midnight the new shemales shuffled to the hotel’s meeting room to be briefed by sexy BCSI agents. The agents collected what information they needed about the sluts countries of origin and more importantly prepared them for the talent show tomorrow, you see they had a few new talents and they’d be putting them to good use very soon.