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Chapter #4

The Queen's Contest

    by: Grobnar Author IconMail Icon
Emma pushed through the throng of women gathered around the announcement board; her boobs and cock rubbing along the svelte bodies the entire way. She even felt a hand squeeze her soft member as she slithered by. Everyone was enamoured by something that was being declared. All around her women were glued to their phones, some cackling with glee as the message played over and over. Yet Emma knew none of that. The brunette actress had left her phone at home.

After several more minutes, and several gropes, Emma had finally forced her way to the front of the line. She suddenly understood why everyone was clamouring. One of the Queen Mother’s royal assistants was on screen declaring the start of a contest. The prize was simple, you would become one of her new assistants, with all the perks and rewards that such a position came with. You’d have a leading position of authority in the world. Emma heard the words but didn’t process them completely. Instead, her eyes were enamored by the vision of loveliness that was the Queen’s assistant. Glistening toffee skin, a radiant face, large heaving breasts and a cock that pressed out against the folds of her dress. Emma felt her own member harden at the sight. How big was that? 15 inches and completely flaccid?

“Can you imagine becoming an attendant?” One lady declared next to her.

“I know!” Announced another. “To finally meet the Queen!”

“Oh like that’s all you’d do Stacy.”

The Queen Mother was the ultimate ruler of the Earth Republic. She was a benevolent mistress to the world, slowly guiding the futanari race with her timeless wisdom. Some people thought she was a myth; just some made up deity by a ruling cabal. Other people thought Queen Mother was an inherited title; A royal line of futanari that lead everyone from afar. Emma wasn’t sure where her own beliefs lay; A singular woman couldn’t be alive for two thousand years. Could she?

Emma raced home, enthused by the announcement. She scampered into the kitchen, nearly careening into the fridge as she grabbed her phone. The words were there plain as day.

Queen Mother seeks Attendant.

In smaller text below it read:

Contest to be held, all women over 18 eligible.

The words burned into Emma’s skull, just as they would countless other women around the world. Emma was an actress sure. Actress, activist, occasional porn star, but she’d leave all to be at the Queen’s side. The brunette scanned her phone, looking for the entry form.
Name:Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson
DoB: April 15, 1990 AF

It all looked fairly standard until she scrolled to the bottom

Height: 5’5”
Bust Size:

Emma looked down at her modest bust; blushing before typing in her answer. D-Cup.

Penis size Flaccid: 7 inches
Penis size erect: 12.5 inches

Testicle displacement:

She puzzled, she never bothered to check such a thing. Then she looked down further and paused again.

Ejactulate volume:

Why’d the queen want to know such things? Far be it for Emma to question the queen’s wisdom, but she was curious. Emma blitzed around the house, stripping off her clothing and freeing her member. She desperately searched for something to compare her gonads too. After a half hour of fruitless search she finally found it. Her feet whined as they pressed upon the cold concrete of her garage, but Emma ignored the feeling. Instead, she focused on the prize in her hand: A singular tennis ball. She held it up to her testicles comparing their sizes. Close enough. She thought. How big is a tennis ball? Emma googled the size and typed it in. 8 inches cubed.

Ejaculate volume. That was tougher to answer. Emma solved her conundrum in the most direct way; she grasped her member and started jerking. Her turgid cock shook in her hand as her mind conjured up images of fellow celebrities. Kim Kardashian and that massive ass of hers. Goddess only knows how bad she wanted to plow it. Jennifer Love Hewitt and her boobs shaking around her cock, much like she did in her last porno….

Emma groaned and started to buzz in orgasmic release. She panicked, frantically searching the her kitchen until she found a measuring cup. No sooner had she positioned the cup did she cum. Her cock squirted out 3 large bursts of seed followed quickly been many smaller shots. After a minute she was spent. The measuring cup was nearly full of her seed; ½ cup. Emma did some math. 120 mL of spunk. She set the cup aside and typed in her response; cock dripping on the floor.

She quickly finished up the form, hitting send without a second thought. What if I made a mistake? Emma thought, picking up her phone and glancing back over it. Too late though, her answer was sent to the Queen.




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