Politics Makes for Strange Bedfellows Extended (TG)

Ronald Butler was the United State’s ambassador to the small middle eastern country of Sultanstan. Sultanstan was a small country, situated along the Persian gulf. It was the wealthiest country in the world due to its trade on crude oil. It even surpassed the wealth of the United Arab Emirates its capital city, Sultanstan City, was the richest city on earth, and was rapidly developing. Businesses across the world rushed to Sultanstan City for the promises of riches with promised tax breaks, free trade, and low wages for employees. World governments also began trying to court favor with Sultanstans Sultan. The Sultan was neither aligned to any of the world’s major power blocks (Which are NATO, CSTO, and China) and so Ronald Butler was sent to Sultanstan City to meet with the Sultan, and to potentially beat the Russians and Chinese from winning the Sultan’s favor. Before going the president had pulled Ronald aside and told him to align the Sultan in any way possible. A flight later and Ronald was touching down in Sultanstan City. The place was huge, skyscrapers and large mansions everywhere. Its citizens were rich, a minority of course, and the slums were well hidden from view. Ronald was taken to the embassy to find a entire city block house as his own. Ronald began relaxing after a quick tour. The embassy was in the middle of the city, close to all the sights and sounds. But Ronald couldn’t rest to long, as he had to meet the Sultan at dinner.

            The Sultan’s palace was huge, it was outside the city and the grounds covered several square miles of grounds. There were beautiful women everywhere, and a lot of guards strapped with the most modern weapons money could buy, AK12s bought from Russia. That was already a bad sign, that the Sultan preferred Russian weapons over US ones. Ronald was lead to a giant room, which included a huge table covered in food. At the end sat the Sultan. He wasn’t your typical Sultan. He was young, fit, conventionally handsome and good looking. Ronald was seated across from the Russian ambassador, and right next to the Chinese ambassador.

“Welcome Gentlemen” the Sultan said leaning on the table, “Let’s get straight to business. I know that all three of your home countries are trying to court my favor. Having my nation in your sphere would give your respective countries an edge up in the Middle East, plus a steady supply of oil” The ambassadors looked at one another as the Sultan continued. “Do not try and tell me otherwise. These gifts are to win my favor. So here’s the deal, I will only align with one of you. Whichever one of your countries can prove they will not only be good allies, but good supporters of my nation, then and only then will I sign any sort of alliance” The Sultan stood up after his ultimatum and left, several scantily clad women following him giggling. The three ambassadors looked at each other and were escorted out. It seems the Sultan wasn’t willing to reach an agreement conventionally.

            Months passed and Ronald struggled to find any way to favor the Sultan. He contacted the CIA and they began looking into the Sultan. As Ronald scrambled to find anything he could use, the Chinese and Russians were just as busy trying to court the Sultan. The Chinese gave the Sultan some of the world’s most up to date high tech, while the Russian’s outfitted Sultanstan’s entire military with the latest Russian tanks, guns, and planes. The Sultan wasn’t swayed by these large gifts giving Ronald his chance. Ronald and the CIA kept digging, for anything and after four months found the Sultan’s weakness, women. Ronald smiled seeing multiple hidden payments to various brothels in the country, as well as the numerous concubines the Sultan had.

            Ronald called up the president, “Mr. President I found how we can align the Sultan to the US” “Just spit it out Mr. Butler, I’m a busy man.” “Sorry sir, the Sultan would most likely align with the United States if we were some how able to supply him with a steady supply of women, legally and ethically of course” “No, not of course Mr. Butler. We cannot afford to lose Sultanstan to either Russia or China, so win over the Sultan however you can, regardless of ethics or legality. Strike that from the record” The president commanded hanging up. Ronald sighed and poured himself a glass of whiskey. How could he just snatch up a woman and gift her to the Sultan. It just didn’t sit with him well, especially that the president supported the idea.

            Back in DC the president called up the Director of the CIA, “Listen tell me about this Sultan fellow.” “Yes sir, he’s the definition of a dictator and because of living a life of luxury he would want only the best.” The president listened carefully as the Director rambled on about the intricacies of the Sultan’s life, his beliefs, ways of ruling, and likes and dislikes. “So the Sultan likes his women huh?” the President stared off, his gaze soon settling on the profile of Ronald Butler. “I have an idea” the president smiled.

            Ronald got up the next morning ready to talk to one of the CIA agents posted with him about possible ideas to sway over the Sultan. But as he opened his door he was greeted by several agents. “Morning gentlemen…” Ronald looked at them skeptically and tried to push through. Without a word the agents pushed Ronald back into his room and forced him down on the bed. “Hey knock it off! I’m on your side! USA Right?” The agents were wearing dark suits and sunglasses, but nothing indicated they were American. For all Ronald knew they could easily be Russian or Chinese. “Undress him.” one snapped, clearly hold the leadership role. The other agents pulled him up and ripped off Ronald’s clothes leaving him naked. “Hold him down” the lead agent boomed, certainly not caring about being heard. The agents pushed Ronald back into the bed as the agent put on some gloves and pulled out a gun. Ronald stared at the gun. This was it, he was being assassinated. But on closer inspection the gun had a needle instead of a barrel. Still that’s bad! The lead agent stuck the gun in Ronald’s torso and injected some sort of liquid into it. “Get him held down” the agent said putting the used gun in a bag for disposal.

            Ronald started to sweat as he felt pain center around his stomach. “Let em go. It zapped his strength” the head agent said as the other two instantly let go. Ronald was ready to jump up and run or fight back, but he found his body weak and numb. His stomach flattened and toned up, showing exercise and fitness maybe as if Ronald danced. His skin became creamy smooth, without a single blemish or unwanted hair on his skin. Ronald grunted as his body started downsizing, from his broad 6’1 to a smaller and more compact 5’5. Ronald coughed and then gasped for air as his throat collapsed, his Adam’s apple disappearing and his voice becomes airy and light sounding. Ronald cried out in pain his skull reshaping. His facial features softened as his eyebrows thinned, cheekbones rose, and eyelashes grew long. His eyes turned sparkling green and larger as his nose shrank and his lips plumped up perfect for doing lewd acts or kissing. Ronald could feel his face was off and no matter how badly he wished to touch it, he couldn’t his body to weak. His hair started to grow rapidly, strands began entering his vision and they weren’t the usual blond. This time they were a vibrant green, matching his eyes. The new healthy, silky hair grew down to his rear sprawled out over the bed. Ronald grunted in pain as his shoulders narrowed and arms lost all muscle mass from hours at the gym. Ronald could only glance down at his arm, and watch as his hands shrank becoming dainty and slender. Ronald quickly connected the dots. With the hair, and small stature, and small hands, he was becoming a woman. Ronald’s waist narrowed, accentuating his flat tummy as his hips snapped out with a loud crack. Ronald cried out loudly as his hips grew out wide and shapely, ready to birth a child, or more importantly catch a man’s eye. Ronald squirmed as his thighs thickened up, growing thick to the point they touched on their own, squishing his dick. His legs strengthened, his calves gaining mass and strength, clearly from years of physical activity. Ronald’s feet shrank becoming small and dainty, but equally agile. Ronald gulped, realizing that if he was becoming a woman, three big changes remained. Ronald closed his eyes as pleasure began coursing through his body, causing his dick to grow stiff. He wanted so badly to rub it, but he was weak. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your point of view, his body forced an orgasm, rope after rope of white substance shooting out of his dick. As each rope shot out, Ronald’s dick receded back, and before long Ronald was left with a new pristine slit and all the necessary female plumbing. Ronald wanted to squirm, he could feel the new opening between his legs, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Ronald began rising on the bed as he felt his ass grow out, gaining volume after volume of fat. From how much he rose he could tell his new ass was thick and huge. But that left one change, a change Ronald dreaded. The agents were looking down, unmoving, but clearly enjoying the show. Ronald moaned as his nipples stiffened and their sensitivity exploded, all the while his areolas expanded. Ronald let out an even louder moan as fat started centering on his chest, forced to watch as two mounds grew and expanded in view. Before long Ronald was sporting two EE cups if not F cup breasts, sitting high and proud. Ronald however did not have much time to get used to his new body before he passed out.

            Ronald woke up staring at a ceiling he hadn’t seen before. It looked nice is all. Ronald blinked heavily as he just laid in bed, his body of course feeling strange. Then everything came rushing back to Ronald. He hopped up out of bed, feeling his breasts bounce and jiggle with each movement. He was dressed already? Looking around his room, the décor looked like that of the Sultan’s palace. “What did they… crap my voice… I sound like a woman…” Ronald sighed searching the room. Ronald’s search stopped prematurely as he caught a glance of himself in the mirror. He was drop dead gorgeous. Every curve of his body was perfect, and the outfit, the outfit sealed the deal. Ronald was dressed in the typical belly dancers regalia, with silk draped over his face and down his shapely thighs and legs. Of course most of his body was exposed, fabric only covering his delicates. Someone had also done his makeup, and his nails, which were now the same colour green as his hair. Ronald stared at his reflection until he heard the door open behind him. Ronald turned his head slightly to see the Sultan grinning from ear to ear.

            The Sultan looked over Ronald continuing to grin, “You look absolutely lovely Mr. Butler.” “Y-You know who I am… did you do this!?” Ronald gritted his teeth getting angry. He couldn’t help but notice his tits jiggle with even a slight movement. “No I didn’t do this to you, in fact it was your president. He wanted my alliance so desperately he turned you into the woman you are now” The Sultan grinned at that fact. “N-No! That can’t be true! There’s no way its true!” Ronald didn’t want to believe it, but he was stuck, as one of the Sultan’s wives, or worse one of his whores. Ronald collapsed and began to cry. “Please don’t cry my sweet.” The Sultan offered his hand to Ronald. Ronald looked up and swatted it away. “Listen Mr. Butler, you are stuck like this and while I don’t won’t too, I will punish you if you do not stay in line and act like the woman you are.” The Sultan said getting stern. “W-Woman I am? I am a man!” Ronald yelled back standing up, just to be immediately slapped in the face. “No! Not a man. You are Rhea! Get that through your thick skull. You are Rhea my newest wife. You will serve me, do as I say, and birth my children. Got it!?” The Sultan yelled as Richard, now named Rhea held her cheek. Rhea really had no choice, it was either serve or be punished and Rhea was certain it wasn’t just another slap. “Y-Yes my Sultan…” Rhea blushed not wanting to say it. “Good. Was that so hard?” The Sultan laughed patting Rhea’s juicy booty. Rhea blushed under her silk face covering and was pushed forward by the Sultan. “My Dear Rhea please dance for me while I eat dinner.” Rhea blushed more and nodded, “Y-Yes my Sultan…” She had never danced a day in her life, especially the type of dance the Sultan would want to see. Rhea was led to the dining chamber, where both the Chinese and Russian diplomats were seated. The Sultan sat at the head of the table and snapped at Rhea, who just blushed and began dancing, or attempting too. Rhea made sure to sway her hips and ass, as she danced by the Sultan’s side. The Russian and Chinese ambassadors were more than impressed. “Sultan, that woman is breathtaking da?” The Russian ambassador complimented, causing Rhea to be disgusted, but she kept dancing. The Chinese ambassador nodded in agreement, “I agree. Is she new? Her dance is a little sloppy.” “Calm down you to” The Sultan held up a hand as Rhea looked at him, while keeping up her attempt at a sexy belly dance. “Rhea is my newest wife, so even if she’s not good at dancing she will quickly learn. But onto business, please sit Rhea.” The Sultan grinned patting his lap. Rhea rolled her eyes and went to sit before she was slapped across the face. “I saw that Rhea. Now sit” The Sultan said sternly as Rhea planted herself on the Sultan’s lap. She was so small compared to him and felt so weak and helpless in his lap. “Gentlemen after reviewing all the offers I have chosen to ally myself with the United States, thank you for the gifts and I hope to peaceful relations in the future” The Sultan swayed the two ambassadors away, both of who left without a word. Rhea looked at them leave, the Sultan holding her hips. “I really enjoy you resisting me. Its quite a turn on” the Sultan whispered into Rhea’s ear. “Now I’m done eating how about you go wait in your chambers” Rhea got the hint and stood up, the Sultan slapping her ass as she got up. Rhea walked to her chamber, aware of the shake in her hips and ass, the jiggling of her chest with each step. She was a walking sex object, and well her life was now nothing more than being the sex object of the Sultan. With a sigh she sat on her bed, waiting for the Sultan.

            About a half hour of tense waiting the Sultan arrived. Rhea was sitting on the edge of the bed, tense and stressed. The Sultan touched Rhea’s shoulders. “It’ll be alright Rhea. You will have a life of luxury and pleasure as my wife.” That statement didn’t make Rhea feel better but she couldn’t stop someone so powerful. The Sultan place his hand on Rhea’s cheek and unhooked the silk covering her lower face. Taking that off, the Sultan got up and laid on the bed. “Undress yourself then me.” Rhea’s blush was now visible, which made the Sultan grin. Rhea struggled a bit with her top, the hook on the straps was tough for a newly minted woman to unhook but she got it, dropping the green top on the bed. Rhea could feel her nipples stiffen as air brushed up on them. She just ignored the arousal and grabbed the waistband of her bottom, feeling how the panties hugged her thick ass cheeks and slit. Rhea lowered them, her face becoming flushed as air brushed up on her new slit. Dropping the panties, and the silk adornments attached to them on the floor, Rhea crawled onto the bed and up to the Sultan. “You are beautiful my wife.” The Sultan smiled grabbing Rhea’s waist and pulling her into him. Rhea looked away. “Now undress me my dear.” The Sultan said with a slap to Rhea’s ass, the Sultan watching the cheeks ripple and jiggle from even a light slap. Rhea began to unbutton the Sultan’s shirt. The Sultan, while usually wearing local and traditional garb was today wearing more ‘western’ style clothes, a dress shirt, jacket, and black pants, most likely because he was meeting with Westerners. Rhea had to get close in order to unbutton the shirt, and soon she was sprawled over the Sultan’s lap. Rhea could feel the bulge in his pants and recoiled slightly as she finished unbuttoning the Sultan’s shirt. Rhea pulled off the jacket and shirt at the same time, pausing a quick moment to study the Sultan’s bare chest. He was muscular, very fit. The Sultan noticed Rhea’s quick glance and teased her, “Enjoying the show?” The Sultan said with a slight laugh, cupping Rhea’s cheek. The Sultan then grabbed Rhea’s hands and placed them on his waistband of his pants. “Keep going.” Rhea’s face lit up red and she audibly gulped. Rhea slide down off of her now husband and undid the belt. Hesitating again Rhea stared right at his crotch. “Don’t worry Rhea you’ll get a taste soon enough” Rhea grimaced at that statement but nonetheless pulled down the Sultan’s pants and underwear at the same time. Rhea gasped at seeing the hard cock spring up, which Rhea quickly looked away and tossed the pants aside.

            “My my Rhea you’re sexy” the Sultan said pulling Rhea into him. Rhea grimaced a bit as she felt the Sultan’s boner rubber up on her tummy. She could feel it twitching, rubbing over her toned stomach. “Be a good wife and ride me Rhea” the Sultan ordered softly, rubbing the side of Rhea’s waist. Rhea had never had sex as a woman, but she knew what riding someone meant. Rhea shifted herself on top of her sultan and then with a swift movement lowered herself onto the Sultan’s waiting cock. Rhea felt a wave of arousal wash over her entire body, forcing a small moan out of her mouth, much to her embarrassment. Rhea could feel her slit clench around the Sultan’s thick cock, warranting another moan. “You feel amazing Rhea.” The Sultan said placing his hands on Rhea’s hips. “Now bounce on my cock” Rhea started to gyrate her hips up and down, feeling her husband’s cock slide up and down inside her. Each movement caused her to let out a moan. “Faster!” the Sultan ordered slapping Rhea’s ass. Rhea just moaned and started to gyrate faster, her tits starting to bounce with each movement. The Sultan closed his eyes and groped Rhea’s ass. Rhea could feel the Sultan’s cock push up into her new womb, sending such strong pangs of pleasure to course through Rhea. Sweat beaded and streaked down her body as she bounced faster and faster on top of the Sultan. And then, release. With a loud scream Rhea came, squirting warm juice all over the Sultan’s lap and the bed sheets. “Good my Rhea, that means you are enjoying your new role” the Sultan smiled. Without warning Rhea felt the cock lodged into her womb wiggle, before shooting a gushing torrent of hot cum into her womb, filling it into the brim. Rhea squirming wildly, the feeling overwhelming her and causing another mind shattering orgasm for Rhea.

            Rhea stopped her bouncing, panting and sweating as she looked into her husbands eyes. “You’re rather talented Rhea. You might end up becoming my favorite wife” he smiled. The Sultan kissed Rhea and got up. “Clean up. I’ll see you around” the Sultan said gathering his clothes as he left Rhea a panting, sweating mess, with cum dripping out of her pussy. Rhea cried herself to sleep, the weight of everything coming crashing down. Rhea would get cleaned up with the other wives the following morning. The baths were filled with buxom, naked women cleaning up for their husband. Rhea cleaned herself quietly, the other women giving the newest wife the cold shoulder. Rhea would spend her days dancing for her husband and his guests, and spending her nights attending to the Sultan’s bed, either by herself or with a couple other wives. She would quickly become the best dancer in the palace, so much so she soon became the Sultan’s only wife. The rest being reduced to concubines. While she was hated by the other girls, the Sultan loved her, and after a couple years of dancing and sex, Rhea began loving the Sultan too.

 

            It had been five years since Rhea had become the Sultan's wife. She now enjoyed a position of relative privilege within the palace. She was the Sultan's only wife and while she wasn't the only woman he would sleep with, he slept with her on most nights. Rhea loved spending her days dancing, and she had recently figured out how to lift her leg straight up. She would dance for the Sultan, and his guests flawlessly, turning on any man or woman who saw her graceful movements. Back in the United States, any evidence of Ronald Butler had vanished. His family never heard from the government about his whereabouts, the CIA redacted all documents pertaining to Ronald Butler and shoved them deep into a filing cabinet somewhere. But Rhea didn't mind. After five years she had grown to enjoy her position and new life. She felt young and vibrant, mostly because in the process Rhea had been deaged by about ten years. In fact Rhea quickly enjoyed prancing and dancing around in skimpy clothes and heels, showing off her body to her beloved Sultan, and he loved her body just as much. 

    It was seemingly another day for Rhea as she got dressed in her skimpy golden attire, making sure her makeup was flawless. After a quick checkup in the mirror, she attached the silk shawl over her lower face and walked out of her chambers confidently. Her pussy was still aching from the previous night, the Sultan pounding her for several hours straight. Walking into the Sultan's office she found him busy working. If the Sultan was working that meant it was important, and not something he could just relegate to a minister. "Good morning my Sultan" Rhea cooed entering his office. He immediately cheered up, "Good morning my beautiful wife. Please dance for me." Rhea quickly obliged and began to shake her hips and do an alluring belly dance. The Sultan watched for a minute and then got to work. Rhea kept dancing but couldn't help but stare at her husbands face. He looked so stressed. Rhea smiled softly and raised her leg up, straight up, grabbing the Sultan's attention. She grabbed her milky thigh and looked at him longingly. "My Sultan you shouldn't be so stressed" The Sultan smiled and got up, "I agree Rhea. Let's just skip the work for today" Rhea smiled and put her leg down, and with exaggerated heel clicks walked over to the Sultan pushing him down in his chair. "How may I serve you my Sultan?" She asked sitting on his lap. "I do need to get this work done... so get under that desk and work as well" he said with a kiss to Rhea's lips. Rhea slinked off of the Sultan's lap and quickly fished out his cock. The Sultan loved long blowjobs and he had the stamina for it. Rhea could hear the Sultan typing and so decided to get to work. Wrapping her lips around the shaft Rhea began the act in earnest, the silk from her face covering brushing up on the shaft softly, adding to the pleasure. Rhea began to bob her head up and down on the shaft, keeping her lips tightly sealed, and her tongue working expertly. She could feel her husband shift in his seat clearly enjoying the blowjob. Rhea closed her eyes and began to enjoy the act, going from deepthroating to running her tongue down his long shaft. And after thirty minutes of enjoyable oral her husband came, Rhea making sure to swallow every drop. Rhea climbed out from under the desk and planted her ass on the Sultan's lap, which of course he quickly grabbed. "Amazing as always Rhea." Rhea sat on his lap until he finished his work and the two went to dinner. Rhea no longer had to dance at every meal, even though she usually ended up dancing anyways. Rhea only ate small portions of salad. She had to stay fit and healthy. After finishing she began dancing for her husband, doing her favorite trick of holding her leg straight up, giving her husband the perfect view of her camel toe. Rhea fully expected a long and rough session tonight with how much she had been teasing her Sultan. 

    Rhea was right, the Sultan dragged her off to bed and the two got undressed whilst making out. Falling onto the bed together the Sultan cupped one of Rhea's large, soft breasts. "Rhea dear. We've been together for five years now and I think its time we get serious." "Serious my sultan?" Rhea asked sitting up and running her immaculate hands through her hair. "Yes serious as in, you start giving me little heirs." Rhea froze hearing that. Having the sultan's heir would be a wonderful thing. "Of course my Sultan! Let me birth your babies!" Rhea pounced on her husband and began riding him hard. Rhea could feel her husband's cock push up into her as she rode him quickly. She wanted to milk him for all he was worth. This would be a sort, yet powerful and explosive sex session. The Sultan spanked Rhea's fat ass as she bounced, making sure to try and squeeze a bouncing tit. Rhea's wet pussy clenched and tightened around his shaft. "Yes! Keep going my Sultan!" Rhea moaned bouncing quickly as she came. "You keep going my beautiful wife" the Sultan grunted from the feeling of Rhea clenching down on his prick yet again. The Sultan pulled Rhea close to him and then came, filling Rhea's womb with hot baby batter. Rhea collapsed on top of the Sultan. The two were panting and sweat covered, and for the first time they fell asleep together in the same bed. 

    Within a year Rhea had the Sultan's first child a daughter named Farah. Rhea was so happy now, vibrantly smiling as she breast fed her daughter, and her husband at the same time. Rhea kept dancing for her Sultan, quickly burning off the fat from the pregnancy. Rhea's dancing did the work because within a year Rhea was pregnant yet again, this time birthing a boy named Farid. Rhea soon was in a cycle of a year or two of dancing and fucking, and a year of pregnancy. Rhea loved being her Sultan's baby factory, giving him many heirs over the years, in fact well over ten of them. Rhea smiled as she had a surprise for her Sultan. After a long dance Rhea broke the news, she was pregnant, with his 15th child. And she couldn't wait for all the pregnancy sex she would have.