Valerie learns more may have changed than she thought

Arriving at the Headquarters of Women's Action Now, the feminist group Valerie had founded, felt like arriving in a universe where everything was just a little different. Barbara, the secretary who had always looked a little bit frumpy, had a bright smile and a face as cute as a button. Elderly Mrs. Glick who had marched in feminist protests in the 60's now looked 20 years younger even with her steely grey hair. The natural lift of her breasts certainly helped add to this impression.

Everyone seemed subtly changed and not just in appearance. Being sexually liberated the women Valerie worked around were used to sharing details about their romantic and sexual trysts. Hearing Carol Sanders, formerly concerned chiefly with being taken seriously bragging about how far down her throat she could fit a cock however was startling.

The meeting fortunately was surprisingly normal but once it ended she couldn't stop herself from asking Carol to stop by and speak with her.

“So Carol about your…” she trailed off unsure how to proceed.

“Oh my budget proposal?” Carol guessed reaching into her bag to pull out a document.

“No, um.” Valerie waved her off. “The encounter you were talking to Bridget about.”

“Oh you want his number? His cock was pretty tasty and it went down smooth,” she said with a wink.

“No I was, I mean isn't that counter to our goals of being respected as more than sexual tools for men?” She asked, trying hard to control her voice.

Carol looked at her oddly, “Boss, are you feeling okay?” Her voice was full of genuine heartfelt concern and Valerie wasn't sure how to respond.

“I mean everyone already knows if a girl cares about women's rights then she can suck cock like a champion. Weren't you bragging a few days ago about that monster you met at the fundraiser?”

Like a bolt of lightning the memory flashed into Valerie's brain. A donor, tall, handsome, and with a bulge that promised a very good night. She had flirted with him pressing her breasts against his arm and letting him feel how despite their perkiness they were still soft and yielding.

Back in her room she had ripped off his pants and been nearly stunned by the 14 inches of hard cock that stood in her face. She had coaxed it, licked it, practically worshiped it until finally opening her mouth and letting the massive rod impale her throat. She had felt every inch as she tasted the sweaty underside on her tongue but it wouldn't satisfy her, not until it got all the way in there.

Her throat, the throat of any feminist was designed for cock, she knew how to breathe even as a cock with the girth of a Red Bull can pressed against her windpipe which let her focus on the mind blowing pleasure of having her throat ravaged by such a monstrous appendage.

Suddenly she came back to herself. She was still sitting in her office, Carol still looked concerned across from her.

“I, um, I need to…” she trailed off leaving the office as quickly as she could, trying not to make eye contact with any of her colleagues, or what the changes she had made turned them into.

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 1 Breast Perkiness: 2 Silhouette: 1 Lips: 1 Ass: 1

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

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 2 Beauty: 2 Intelligence: 1

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

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

Switches:

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

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

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

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: OFF