Chapter 24

The day of the debate was finally here. 2 weeks of hard work complete, but Victoria felt ready. There was no way she was going to lose. 2 weeks of absorbing facts and working on reef bottles along with lots of role playing with her staff and mock debates made her more prepared than she had ever been before. Arriving at the coliseum, Victoria and staff walked in ready to battle, a battle of wit, a battle of the mind, a battle to settle who was more qualified to be next US senator for the great state of Pennsylvania. Looking to her left, Victoria took solace in the back that her long time order and Beyonce it's going to be there by her side. Taking his hand, she gives it a tender squeeze and they exchange small, flirty smiles.

Having arrived much earlier, Tricia and her staff are already backstage getting ready. Wearing a blue blazer and skirt combination, Trisha's signature cleavage sticking out from her white blouse. Like her opponent, she prepared by studying the facts and formulating arguments about how to improve the statistics or pmake the statistics sound better than they are, or simply explain that the statistics that are currently available for public consumption are flawed. No matter how it shakes out, Trisha is already ready with the perfect comeback because she knows like everyone else, that the debates are about public perception and not about actually winning.

Standing in front of the mirror she is more concerned with her looks right now than practicing for her big moment. Pulling on her tits, she maximizes her cleavage. Taking a look in the mirror, she is suitably satisfied with the result. That is not the only protrusion that she plays with, moving her hands down she starts adjusting the big bulge standing straight up in the front of her skirt.

That is when Victoria arrives. Wearing the exact same idea for an outfit, only in red, she looks absolutely stunning with that thin waist and those big boobs sticking straight out. With the bulge of her mound making a sexy push into the front of her skirt, she feels like a million bucks and it shows in the sway of her round and bubbly bottom. "Pretty sad that I get votes and I don't have to show off like you do." Victoria says, coming to a stop and placing her hands on her waist.

"Whatever you say bimbo tits. Why are you so afraid to show yours off?" Trisha responds as she maneuvers her dick into just the right position.

"Obviously I'm not or I wouldn't have shot that ad a few weeks ago." Victoria returns and then makes a face at the unsightly protrusion that Trisha is fiddling with. "You should learn how to tuck. A lot of fags do that when they try to play dress up."

"Tag... Right. You're just jealous that I'm bigger than your boyfriend. Besides, chicks with dicks are the new thing, haven't you heard? Oh wait, you haven't really been looking at the polls have you?" Trisha fires back.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't work in a strip club." Victoria replies sarcastically complete with appropriate look on her face.

Taking a deep breath, Trisha size and then turns away from the mirror. Copying Victoria's hero pose, she takes a step forward and sticks her chin out for effect. "Well, you might be after tonight. See, you're going to have a really hard time overcoming the fact that more and more people are accepting of people like me. In fact if you even try to attack my dick or my tits, the press is going to for you. Good luck." Tugging down on her blazer, Trisha walks confidently off, but not before shoulder checking her opponent first.

**** to take a step back, Victoria swivels and glares at her opponent. Coming up beside her, Roman places his hand on her shoulder in an effort to calm her down.

"You'll beat her. Don't let her victimology get to you. You know that's the only card she has to play." Roman says.

"I know. I just feel bad for her because she doesn't know who she's messing with." Victorious says, grabbing her huge tits and pushing them up her chest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Philadelphia coliseum for the 2020 US Senatorial debate. My name is Chris Wallace and I will be tonight's moderator. Before we get started let me go over the rules. Each candidate will receive 2 minutes to answer a question and then 30 seconds for rebuttal. Each candidate will politely stay quiet while the other is speaking and not interrupt. The audience will refrain from clapping or hooting and hollering. We have many topics to get through tonight and only 2 hours to do it. We have these rules set in place so that way the voters can make the best informed decision before going to the polls and only three short weeks. Now, I introduce you the candidates for the race for the United States Senate seat of the great state of pennsylvania, Trisha Sampson and current sitting representative, Victoria Black!"

Coming out on either side of the stage, Trisha and Victoria both wave to the crowd. If the crowd was supposed to exercise moderation and restraint, obviously they weren't listening because the entire place goes up in a roar of applause and caring! Looking around, Chris just shakes his head and buries his forehead into his hand. When he looks up and he sees the candidates playing to the crowd, he knows this is going to be a long night.

Walking up to the podium, Trisha appears very dignified as she strides with a purpose. Acting as though she has already won, her chin is held up high. She also doesn't have to do very much when those big and jiggly tits are putting on quite a show with hardly any effort in the big bulge so prominently displayed in her skirt makes grandiose motions back and forth. Arriving at the podium, the first thing she does is adjust. Even though it is discreet, the cameras catch it and zoom in.

Arriving at the same time, Victoria too is walking confidently. With her big tits leading the way, there is no denying that she is winning in the proverbial size contest. Punching out the front of her skirt is her big and enviable mound. Not only is it showing, but when she was walking the fabric would intermittently reveal the beginning of her long and puffy slit.

Standing side to side, both women were packing serious sexual energy with Victoria's maw looking quite capable of swallowing Trisha's massive dick with ease. For many in the audience, if the two of them were not opposing each other then they could see them doing a porno together.

At their respective podiums, the two juggernauts are ready to do battle.

Composing himself, Chris Wallace puts on his typical smoke friend and starts off the night with his opening welcome. "Good evening ladies, I want to welcome you two..."

Having decided long ago, and really not her style, to abandon any sort of nicety or acceptance, Victoria comes right out the gates swinging. Nicely of course. "Excuse me Chris, but can you please not dignify my opponent with the term, lady? That is not a woman." Says then points at Trisha.

Caught off guard by the interruption, Mr Wallace has to collect himself while behind him Victoria's supporters cheer. "Excuse me representative, but Tricia Sampson is a woman. I will address her how I please and you should mind yourself because you have an electorate that is a mix of different genders."

Rolling her eyes, Victoria mocks him by opening and closing her fingers and thumb like a duck's mouth. "That's that's right Chris. They have gender fluid, lgbtq, transgender, dyke, transvestite. They have so many names already, the last thing anyone should be doing and accepting is the fact of a woman sexuality. You have heard of the one in suffrage movement, correct? Are you willing from us just so you can make a man with a pair of tits and feel good about himself real world as a man?" She fires back, scoring major points with her base which Year lovely, almost deafeningly.

At a loss of words, Trisha reacts decisively. "Excuse me, representative? But let me assure you, these are not fake." Trisha says proudly as she pulls up on her bra straps. This little stunt not only causes her face to start cheering, screaming and whistling and approval, but it is egg on the face to Victoria who assume that she was a shemale.

Resisting the urge to grind your teeth, Victoria simply looks at her opponent with a sly smile. "Well, you dress like a woman, yet you show off your dick like a jock."

"It's not my fault that I was blessed with the best of both worlds, something I know you're obsessively proud about, am I right?" Trisha reports, scoring another point in her column on the scoreboard of public opinion.

"I don't have a cock."

"But you have no problem showing off your crotch, right?" Trisha says drawing blood.

Grinning, Trisha walked right into the trap that she had laid out for her. "So? The difference between me and you is that while I know who I am, it's obvious you're a little confused. I think the people of Pennsylvania deserve a senator who at least knows who they are and isn't trying to decide whether they want to wear a jockstrap or a thong. If you can't even make up your mind about that, how do you even think you are fit to be a us senator?"

"What I choose to wear for underwear has no bearing on my ability to make important decisions for our very diverse community. In fact I am better suited than you are because I represent that diverse community that you just want to ignore." Trisha hammers down, getting serious.

"Actually it does. It has everything to do with what kind of leader you will be. Think about it, if you're confused about what your underwear is supposed to be, how are you supposed to be able to stand up for anybody, much less the constituents that you say you stand with? You're still deciding who you want to be which means that when it comes to the bigger issues, yes there are issues bigger than your dick honey, that you're going to be left completely clueless. We can't have someone hemming and hawing in office. We need someone who can make the decisions and stick with them. Someone who has the confidence and the stability to make the right call."

"Trust me I have the stability."

"Says the lady wearing a fucking jockstrap."

Having already lost control right out of the gate, Chris Wallace is unable to get a word in edgewise. Either through cowardice or for TV ratings, he tries to speak up, holding his hand up or tapping his microphone, but that's absolutely nothing. It's only when Victoria throws out of swear word on national TV does he finally find his balls. "Representative! I know that you are infamous for your course language and no filter approach to governance, but such language will not be tolerated here. Please remember that children may be watching."

"Oh, just blow it out your tailpipe Chris. The mere fact that you support abortion should tell anyone that you could give a rat's ass about a kid. To you and people like you, you look at them as a commodity, a toy, an object. If their lives truly matter to any of you then there would be no question that abortion would be off the table, except when the mother's life is in danger." Victoria says, getting fired up. In the crowd the people are either cheering or booing loudly.

Noticing this, Trisha goes on the attack. "Stable leadership, isn't that what you said? Well listen to the people victoria, obviously they do not agree with your opinion on women's reproductive rights. All women have the right to choose if they want to have a family or not. They should not be made to suffer from a pregnancy because of **** or **** or a myriad of other reasons. You promise to unite the people, but right now you are very distant and definitely backwards in your thinking."

"Of course you're going to stand up for everyone who wants to use all of those reasons as an excuse to shirk away from responsibility, past the buck onto a poor innocent child who did nothing wrong and did not ask to be brought into this world. You believe in rights and yet you sit here and advocate for genocide. You cannot have your cake and eat it too Miss Sampson. You cannot sit here and tell everyone that they have rights and then turn around and tell a child that because Mommy doesn't want you, you don't get to live. That's messed up!"Victoria says, her passion showing for the sanctity of life.

"A fetus is not a baby Victoria, science has already proven that it takes up to 8 weeks before a fetus develops into a human." Tricia responds with an accurate statement.

Getting ticked off, Victoria refrains and instead hops for leaning back with her eyes opening wide. "Oh really? And when was the last time a fetus developed into anything other than a human? Do you know what you sound like? You sound like a nazi! Yeah, I'm nazi. It was they who said that Jews were not fully human and thus were subjected to ****, mad scientist and ultimately genocide. How dare you use the excuse of women's health to defend such a distorted and dystopian view of humanity."

Knowing that she has the info to pack her up, Trisha puts a hand to this discussion. "Irregardless of what you say, 2/3 of Americans support a woman's right to choose. On this issue it doesn't matter, the people have spoken and federal law plus Roe versus Wade guarantees that choice. Get over it. Abortion is here to stay and if elected, I will fight to keep that choice."

"And if I'm elected, I will fight with every fiber in my being to get that murderous policy off the books once and for all. By the way Miss statician, did you know that abortion kills more black babies than any other race in this country? You say you love minorities..." Victoria replies, getting in the last word and salvaging but she knows is not a popular opinion.

"As your next US Senator, I promise to address systemic racism inherent with our current healthcare practices." Trisha says sounding every bit the politician.

"Right, coming from the woman who openly supports a eugenicist and a racist. Everybody knows that Margaret Sanger was those and she was a klansman. Look, if you vote for me, not only will you get a fighter in office, but you won't get a fact twisting liar, okay?" Victoria States proudly as she sticks out her humongous breasts.

"A fact twisting liar..." Trisha says, letting that last line hang in the air. "Stay, maybe you can help me out with a little question I have? So, is socks still the bra stuffing standby or as technology caught up for those who can't grow their own set of titties?"

Tossing his pen over his shoulder, Chris Wallace throws his hands up and just swivels in his chair. This is better than anything he had going. Also his producer is telling him just to be quiet.

"Ummmm.... Implants have been around since the 1970s, I figured even you would know something about that." Victoria replies not sure where that comment is coming from.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about those. So when are you going to get yours done?" Tricia ask, leaning on her podium with her elbow.

Genuinely confused, Victoria expresses the appropriate facial twist as she looks over at her opponent. "I don't need to get them done. I think that's pretty obvious..." She says and then turns and rolls her shoulders back. Trusting out her Josh dropping missiles, she gladly shows off their 11 inch extension.

"Oh..." Tricia says looking down in dismay as she stands back up. "I guess the video circulating the internet of a redhead topless on a sailboat isn't you then."

"I can honestly say there are a lot of posers in the world." Victoria response and then looks down at Trisha's dick. Even though she knows that her opponent is blatantly lying about the size of her cod, it still does not stop Victoria from wetting her panties a little bit. She was sure that she got all copies of that video sequestered a long time ago! How did Trisha get her hands-on one?! Also... What else does she know? Getting a little nervous, Victoria hides it behind a confident smile but cannot help but Wonder and that thought nags like a petulant bee.

Grinning confidently, Trisha stands up a little more and reaches down to adjust her cock. Little does she know that her opponent also knows about her. In fact both sets of staffers are currently working on exposing the opposite candidate!

Standing behind the curtain, far enough away from the other group, both are peering through the curtain at their opponent's back. Shockingly enough they both came up with the exact same plan to rid each woman of their clothing. While the two of them were off in their corners getting ready, they had both paid production crew members a substantial sum to discreetly attach fishing line to each candidate while they were getting their hair and makeup done...

Standing at their stations, the production crew look around and give their coworkers little grins. The debate is already a disaster from a professional point of view, but it makes for great television! Looking at the groups of staffers huddled together in the wrong places and each clutching an assortment of fishing line, they know that the fun is just about to start.

Therein lies the issue in involving third parties. If they figure out the plan, and they usually do, they tend to coordinate their efforts.

Reaching for the microphone attached to the headset, the production lead quietly gives her first command. Standing by, each group of staffers thinks they are the only ones being spoken to. Tightening their grip on the first string, they both inadvertently yank as hard as they can!

Seeing that neither woman saying anything and instead are standing there and kind of sort of showing off, Chris opens his mouth say something when all of a sudden both women are stumbling backwards with their jackets flying off!

"Whooooaaaa!"

"What the...!?"

Arms whipping back, both women's heavenly chests stick out and rear upwards! Popping buttons each, Trisha reveals even more of her big and glorious tits long with a peak of her sexy push-up bra while Victoria's completely unveils!

White and bulky, it is not a bra that anyone would have expected the busty redhead to wear! Given how proud she is of her tremendous bus line, most everyone expected her to wear something sexy, or at least a little more her age. Very few women in their 30s wear bras and their grandmother would buy!

Suddenly presented with two pairs of huge tits clad in their bras, the male members of the audience and quite a few females, start cheering and clapping!

Catching her footing, Trisha looks over to see that her opponent is in a similar state of duress. However she does not miss the ironclad looking bra that does the entire day of her tremendous assets. "Wow Vicki... Did you run out of lingerie or do you usually steal your grandmother's bra?" Trisha remarks after regaining her footing.

Grabbing her blouse, Victoria quickly covers up up her boobs. "Whatever, at least I don't depend on a padded push-up bra!" The remark and to draw attention to the fact that Trisha's boobs are jiggling obsessively while her bra cups remain pretty stiff.

Staring in wide eyed shock, Chris Wallace tries to jump to action, but all of his attempts to shut down the cameras and call the debate are futile. "What do you mean the network wants this to continue and keep filming? These women are being stripped on stage! This is a debate, not a strip show!"

"We don't care Chris. The ratings are skyrocketing!" His boss says on the other side of the headset.

"Fuck this, I quit..." Chris mutters as he rips the microphone from the lapel of his jacket and throws it to the desk. Standing up, the chair tumbles backwards as he storms off in disgust.

"You know, maybe you wear that big ass bra because you stuff it you flat chested loser!" Trisha exclaims, her composure suddenly going out the window! Grabbing her big cock, she adjusts it proudly.

"Fuck off wonder bra! I wonder just how big and sexy your sorry excuse for titties would look without all that padding and push-up? I'm also starting to question if that big dick, you can't seem to stop rubbing in public, is even real too!" Victoria screams back when her eyes suddenly open wide!

With the two candidates literally accusing the other of lying and cheating, the cheering devolves into gut wrenching laughter.

These are the women vying to be the next United States Senator?!?

*RIIIIP!*

Feeling her skirt and slip suddenly fall, Victoria is now standing in just her blouse! "Eeeeek! She screams crossing her suddenly quivering thighs.

Staring, Trisha points at Victoria's underwear and starts to laugh! "Are you serious?!? You're wearing Spanx?!? Hahahahahahaha! Only fat girls wear those!*

*RIIIIP!*

A few seconds late, Victoria's team pulls down Trisha's skirt! When it falls it is revealed to the world that Trisha Sampson, the transgender, hermaphrodite, whatever is indeed wearing a jock strap! Now it is her turn to cross her legs and cover up! Futilely trying to hide the secret to her bulge control, Trisha is blushing hard as everyone in the audience stares, the laughter only increasing now!

"Still wondering if my opponent is slightly confused? Well I guess the proof is in the pudding, right jockstrap?" Victoria sounds off, the embarrassment of being caught wearing Spanx is much less than underwear designed to cradle a man's junk when playing sport!

"Fuck this... I'm outta here!" Trisha yells. Turning on her heels, she goes to run when she feels a tugging against her waist. Feeling her bulge slide from the protective covering of her hand, she stops and looks down and disbelief when the big front crotch buckles and the dildo she has stuffed down the front falls to the floor with a clatter! Stopping mid step, she uncovers herself to try and pull them back up revealing her 2 in micro dick! Still bending over when it happens, the outcharging of her arms causes her back to Arch and when it does the worn out class of her push-up bra breaks. Zipping around her torso like a whip, the surprisingly thick bra falls down her arms like dead weight! What is revealed are two much smaller than advertised titties that are obviously stretching horrendously downwards!

"My bra!" Trisha screams, forgetting all about her dick and instantly covers her breasts with her arms!

Seeing the complete disrobing of her opponent, Victoria joins in on the chorus of laughter.

"Victoria, don't!" Roman yells from stage right, but it is too little too late.

Laughing hysterically, the crotch of Victoria Spanx start to turn yellow. Expanding at a rapid rate, the currently serving representative has just pissed her pants in front of thousands in attendance and millions watching around the country!

To distracted with her own issues, Trisha has nothing to say.

But the audience does!

Laughing even harder, comments can be heard through the uproar!

"Did Victoria Black just piss herself?"

"Holy crap, Vicki just peed her pants!"

Hearing that and the accompanying cat calls, Victoria suddenly tries to hide the big yellow stain behind her hands. Unfortunately it's just too big for her to hide and like her pussy, is completely on show.

"I was laughing, okay?!? I do that sometimes!" She screams out stupidly trying to explain it away.

"Then wear a fucking diaper!"

Still bent over with her legs crossed and trying to hide her embarrassing soil of her undies, Victoria's big boobs are squishing together and the top of her bra cups have peeled away from her chest. Manning a camera, the cameraman catches sight and zooms in hoping for a peak of the representatives infamous breasts. Instead he gets a screen full of something entire different.

Seeing this out back, one of Trisha's staffers runs out to the stage in a forlorn attempt at salvaging what is left of his candidate. Going up to the redheads back, he expertly unhooks the long line of clasps holding Victoria's massive bra together. Stepping back, he watches as the straps split apart and then quickly disappear between the arms tightly clenched to her sides.

Feeling her bra come apart, Victoria is paralyzed as the massive white brassiere shutters, the thick shoulder straps slumping down her shoulders as the weight of her secret forces the bra down her arms! Before it even reaches her wrist, what's contained inside tumbles out and lands on the floor by her feet.

Instead of two, large, luscious and perky H cup tits, Victoria's chest is revealed to be completely flat! Even with her shoulders hunched and her arms crossed, there's absolutely zero breast tissue to make any sort of impression.

Even though there's still laughter, most of it has died down has the shock of the revelation sets in. With Victoria Black's chest exposed, everyone slowly lets their eyes drift to the floor where two massive breast forms, complete with areola and nipple, rest still quivering next to her awkwardly turned toes.

Still standing behind, the staffer is already reaching for Victoria's magical underwear. Seeing the zipper he quickly rips it down and then pulls the tight garment right down to her ankles! When he does two big butt pads fall to the floor as he is staring at a lily white flat ass spit by a black thong!

With only her crown jewels left, Victoria is now nearly naked and pretty much exposed as the fraud she is! Unable to do anything but burst into tears, she cries over the loss of her image and her power. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Falling like a baby, it only serves to reinforce the image of the big baby she is turning out to be!

Even more **** to hide her diminished assets Victoria crouches right down to the floor. Huddled up like a ball and balancing precariously on her healed feet, her big pussy is sticking out right beneath her bony ass! Unfortunately for her because she is clenched so tightly, the big bulge is sticking out in such a way that it reveals is true nature. Pulling out his phone, he quickly starts a live stream on Facebook and records Victoria's not so glorious cunny...

With their reputations destroyed, neither Victoria or Trisha win the race. In the end the independent candidate pulls just enough of the vote to be declared the winner.

She won with 34%.