Chapter 23

"My name is Trisha Sampson and I am a hermaphrodite..."

Staring at the TV screen, Victoria pushes the pause button on the remote control. Frozen on the big screen TV is the raven-haired busty state senator with a bulge in the front of her skirt.

Not just any bulge, but THE bulge.

"Un-fuckin'-believable..." Victoria mutters then rewinds to watch the epic reveal again.

Standing in the entryway to the kitchen is Roman who is shaking his head. For the last 24 hours he has watched his girlfriend watch that same scene over and over again. In that time she has only gotten up to go to the bathroom and nothing else. Not to eat, not to get dressed and especially not to sleep. Still wearing the same t-shirt and sweatpants that she wore to bed a day ago, he is starting to smell her from across the room. Observing her stare at the TV like she is hypnotized, Roman cannot help but worry. "Babe..." He says softly, his voice calm and flat.

"So fake..." Victoria drones, hitting pause yet again.

Walking towards the couch, Roman cannot help but glance at her obnoxiously big tits, her eyes still transfixed to the screen like a zombie.

"Everyone's gonna find out stuffer..."

Now standing in front of the couch, Roman listens to the mutterings that could lead to the redheads own demise as much as it could for her opponent. Shaking away the thought as she sits on the couch Indian style with her fake beaver stretching the confines of the crotch of her pants, Roman reaches for the remote control.

"Okay, it's time to take a shower. You have to go to work today, okay?" Roman says lifting the remote from the redhead's lifeless hand.

Looking at the screen one more time, Victoria slowly nods still out of it. Feeling Roman's hands guide her to her feet, she still cannot believe the revelation as they walk together towards the stairs. "I... I still don't understand why she would reveal something she has been hiding from everyone for so long. It makes no sense."

" it stopped being a toss about the issues a long time ago, Victoria. This more about believability. Nobody doubts your word, but for many Tricia came off as a false prophet. Just another white woman fostering behind the microphone. This changes everything entirely and allows the media to silence you. She is now considered a minority." Roman explains as they slowly climb the stairs together. "You must be careful."

"Fuck that..." Victoria says closing the bathroom door behind her.

Staring at the door, Roman pulls his face downwards with his hand has his eyes swivel towards the ceiling. "Oh how did know...?"

It is in the shower that Victoria finally clears her head and starts to feel better. Washing away days old Brian and smell works wonders if when she emerges from the shower she is back to her normal tactless and witty self. Emerging from the shower drying her hair with a towel, she walks into the bedroom where Roman is getting dressed. Seeing him she smiles. "That felt really good, but not as good as not having to wear that silly merkin any more." She says, showing off her very bushy pussy.

Looking just like you did before it was shaved on ceremoniously months ago, Roman looks up past her little belly bulge and nonexistent tits to her smiling, youthful-looking face. "That makes me very happy to hear." He says as the TV runs softly in the background.

Walking over to him she drops the other towel and wraps her arms around his neck. Pressing her to listen to his, she started to make out and she feels as an slide down her back and grab her little tushy. As he gropes and squeezes away, she cannot help but glance at the TV just as Trisha's latest campaign ad comes on.

Standing on a patio next to an in ground pool is a blonde woman with big boobs wearing an American flag bikini with a comically large looking vagina between her legs, struggling with her AR-15. Fiddling with the action she continues to hammer at it with her hand looking absolutely clueless.

"Is this, what you want America? Do you really think that just anybody can own and operate an **** weapon? Like you, I don't think so either." Trisha's voice carries off screen until partway through her monologue she appears from the left. Wearing a white bikini, she is showing off her equally fantastic looking body with one major addition filling out the front of her bottoms, her ginormous cock.

"Ungh!" The blonde airhead sighs, still struggling and pointing the gun every which way.

"Here, let me help you with that." Trisha offers with a smirk as she takes the firearm and effortlessly chambers the round.

"Thank you!" The blonde bimbo gushes thankfully, over-acting big time.

"Not a problem, I do have experience after all..." Trisha says with a grin as she turns her hips at the precise moment then reaches down the front of the woman's bottoms and pulls out a big wad of tissues! "Unlike you." She says directly into the camera, as if she is staring at Victoria herself, then hip checks the poor blonde bimbo Who falls into the pool with a dramatic splash! "Look, while we all may want to have the biggest and best, do we really need it? No, we don't. She says then tosses the rifle into the pool. "A handgun is usually more than enough and with that also comes the need for responsible gun ownership and proper regulations. Do we really need more idiots with guns in our society? I don't think so. A vote for Trisha is a vote for smart and safe gun ownership."

"The content of this ad is paid for by the elect Trisha Sampson to US Senate fund."

Scowling at the TV, Victoria grabs one of her boobs and chucks it at the screen, toppling it off of the bureau and onto the floor with a loud crash! "Bitch!"

Victoria was not the only one upset that her sexy commercial had been upended by a chick with a dick. Nearly every conservative news Outlet was an uproar at the blatant plagiarism involved. The mainstream media however loved it and applauded the gutsy and gritty move, lauding it as a master stroke of political genius!

Sitting in her office, Trisha could not be more pleased. With CNN, NBC, MSNBC and the view all stroking her ego, she looks at her computer where the video of the not so busty congresswoman is frozen on a close-up of her dripping wet like a dog. Missing her tits and her bottom, the only thing covering the woman's modesty is a sopping wet diaper. "Too bad she had to make that bikini ad. I was really looking forward to using this video instead, but I think I did a pretty good job considering."

Arriving at her office in Washington DC, Victoria turns towards her staff, with Roman in attendance, and looks them dead in the eye. "The debate is in 2 weeks. We need to be ready. The race is neck and neck and everything rests on this."