(So for this story to work, the extended version of my original will no long be canon. I honestly wasn't the biggest fan of the extended ending after I wrote it anyways so no biggie. Figure out your own head
By this point, the Sultan and Rhea had been married for five years. They enjoyed a close, intimate relationship, Rhea quickly cementing herself as the top wife. The other wives hated Rhea, but couldn't do anything, Rhea having all the power over the household and other wives. But as the years went on, the Sultan cared less and less about the people and more about his Rhea. The Sultan and Rhea spent every waking moment together. And with how much they fucked, it was a surprise Rhea had yet to be knocked up with the royal heir. But as the Sultan cared less for the country, he relegated all the work to his ministers. The ministers, corrupt as could be, didn't help the situation and the people got upset. Actually more than upset. A revolution broke out beginning the sixth year of Rhea's marriage to the Sultan. The Revolutionaries promised a lot of things, elections, the end of the monarchy, as well as many freedoms not found in Sultanstan. The civil war raged on for a year, it ending once the military revolted against the Sultan. All that was left was the palace.
"My Sultan" Rhea ran up to her husband and hugged him. She was visibly crying. "It is fine my love. Our marriage of seven year's won't go to waste" the Sultan said trying his best to calm his wife. The royal guard was already dead by now, and revolutionaries were looting the palace. The Sultan and Rhea cowered in the royal chambers, safe until the doors were kicked open. Two men strapped with AKs walked in, followed by a hooded, and masked man, and the Sultan's old top wife. "Thank you for your help Myra. You will be rewarded" the masked man said. "Thank you sir." she smirked looking at the Sultan, holding the shaking Rhea behind him. The masked man waved his hands, the two armed men leaving and closing the door. The masked man took off his hood, and then his mask to show the face of a war torn man, but under that wear was the face of a handsome man. "Do you know who I am Sultan?" he asked, stroking his stubble, yet remaining composed as he looked over both, looking more so at Rhea. "You're that Revolutionary. Of course I know" the Sultan said pushing Rhea more behind him. "I'm glad you know who I am. That means you aren't fully incompetent. But you seem to care more about your whore than the country, and well the people are tired of your bullshit Sultan." The Revolutionary stepped further into the room, causing the Sultan and Rhea to step backwards. "Sultan if you give up now I promise not to kill you or Rhea. The People demand justice, and well, their justice includes chopping your head off." Rhea began crying. The Sultan turned to her and hugged her softly. "My love it will be alright. I will see you again" the Sultan said, knowing he was lying to himself and Rhea. Rhea and the Sultan shared a tender hug before the Sultan, with a kiss, walked away with the Revolutionary. One of the armed guards entering the room with Rhea.
The Sultan was dragged through the palace, Revolutionaries cheering, hitting, or spitting on the disgraced Sultan. The Sultan was thrown into a car, and it began driving away. The Sultan could do little but look around. He watched as the revolutionary army patrolled the streets, and his royal guard surrendering in mass. The Revolution had won. After a long car ride the Sultan was taken out of the car and dragged into the cities main square, where he was tied up and then stripped naked, exposed to the world. The Revolutionary from before walked up and patted the Sultan's cheek, "Everything changes today my friend" As the Sultan looked around he noticed cameras everywhere. The Revolutionaries were broadcasting this to the entire world. "Friends! Comrades! Countrymen!" the head Revolutionary exclaimed. "You all know me as Asad, your leader. Today the revolution has won!" Asad holds a fist in the air as the soldiers, and many civilians cheer. "The world must know that our country will not whore itself out to the west any longer! We have no needs for kings, and royalty. That is why we must get rid of the old, and create a new nation ourselves!" Asad turned towards the Sultan, the crowd cheering wildly. Asad smirked at the Sultan. A soldier walked up to Asad and opened a briefcase. Inside was a gun. Asad pulled out the gun and pointed it at the Sultan. "The whole world will watch you die and be reborn! This is the culmination of the Revolution! We shall be free!" Asad pulled the trigger the Sultan flinching. He looked around, confused as to how he was still alive. Asad put the gun back in the briefcase and addressed the crowd, and cameras. "This is what we do to those who have exploited us! Lived a life of luxury!"
The Sultan began to sweat as the cameras zoomed in on him. The Sultan's naked body began to glisten with sweat. As his body began to glisten, hair started to fall out, his skin bubbling. As his skin bubbled, body hair after body hair popped out, leaving his skin smooth and creamy. His tan started to fade, becoming white as his body lost its hair. Soon the Sultan was white and hairless, the crowd taunting and jeering at the man. The Sultan's bald head began to sprout hair, as the Sultan felt himself begin to shrink. He could tell because the cameras, and Asad were looking slightly taller. The Sultan's new head of hair was a dark brown, strikingly different from his old head of black hair. The dark brown strands sprawled out and grew long down his back, becoming silky strands of well maintained hair. The Sultan felt his skull crack as his features softened. His nose shrank, lips plumped, eyelashes grew long, and eyebrows thinned. The Sultan's eyes burned slightly, as they not only grew larger, but the pupils changed colour from Brown to an emerald green. The crowd gasped as the Sultan opened his eyes. He now had a pretty, feminine face, not matching the rest of his masculine body. The changes didn't strop however. With a loud crack the Sultan's shoulders narrowed, and throat collapsed, giving his grunts of pain a much softer, lighter pitch and tone. The Sultan's arms lost their muscle. While the Sultan had lived a life of luxury and decadence he still stayed fit. And now he was losing that, his arms thinning and being stuck with nothing but womanly fat. His hands too shrank, each digit slendering and each nail growing out longer. The Sultan's waist narrowed, and his muscular stomach? Flat and toned within seconds. The Sultan's hips snapped out wide with a loud audible snap, causing the Sultan to cry out in pain. The pain would luckily soon be overtaken with pleasure. Pleasure began to seep in the Sultan's chest and nether regions. As the Sultan's ass gained fat he stopped shrinking, now at 5'5. The Sultan's ass kept growing, ending up a sexy, full rump ready to be groped or smacked. The Sultan's thighs followed suit thickening up and squishing the Sultan's hardening cock between them. His legs slendered and feet shrank becoming dainty and small. By now the crowd and the Sultan realized what was going on. He was being turned into a girl. The two centers of pleasure compounded and the Sultan came the last time as a man, shooting his seed all over the ground. After deflating his dick and balls quickly receded back into his body becoming a deep, tight slit, and proper female plumbing. That caused a chain reaction, the Sultan's nipples growing hard and puffy, as his areolas grew in size. Fat and flesh began to amass under his chest, as it pushed out and out, the flesh weighing heavy on his chest. In the end the Sultan was sporting two DD cup breasts, swaying gently, the nipples poking hard at the air.
The Sultan began to feel drowsy as the crowd cheered. Asad began saying something, but he just couldn't stay awake. Within seconds the Sultan fell asleep. Waking up an unknown time later the Sultan found himself in a room, a beautiful room. Sitting up the Sultan felt the weight on his chest shift and stir, but it felt like his breasts were held tightly by something. The Sultan got up from the bed and wobbled, trying to catch his balance. The massive tits and large ass made his center of balance different. The sultan stretched and looked around the room. There was one large bed, some drawers, a closet, and a full length mirror. The Sultan wobbled over to the mirror and looked into it.
The Sultan's jaw dropped as he looked over his sexy body, stuffed into a dancer outfit. The outfit hugged every curve, and made his breasts and ass pop. The Sultan sighed as he looked at his reflection. It betrayed him. It rubbed in his new position in society. Whatever that position was. But the former Sultan had an idea. The door swung open and the Sultan turned, seeing Rhea. "R-Rhea!?" the Sultan blushed and tried to cover his exposed skin. "My love I found you!" Rhea rushed up to the Sultan and hugged him, their breasts pushing together. "I had heard what happened my love. I am so glad you are unhurt" Rhea kissed the Sultan's cheek. Rhea was wearing a dancing outfit similar to the Sultan's own. "Rhea... what will happen to us?" the Sultan spoke out, not used to his new voice. "We are to be the president's personal dancers. The President being Asad..." Rhea said supping the sultan's cheek. "Me... a dancer..." the Sultan sighed. "Oh right. You are to be named Dorothea now." Rhea added on. Dorothea as he was now christened sighed. "Yes... I guess I am Dorothea now."
The door to the room suddenly opened again. It was Asad, the president. "Rhea leave us" Asad commanded as Rhea bowed and left. "You've been out for several days Dorothea. Rhea has really shown me hospitality. I hope you will do the same" Asad smiled and sat down on the bed. "Dance for me Dorothea" Dorothea glared at the man sitting in the bed. She crossed her arms in contempt. "No." Asad smiled, fully expecting that reaction. "Dorothea, you are no longer sultan. I am president. I have the power. But you have a choice. You can be the president's personal dancer, or we can drop you off in the closest brothel where you'll have to pleasure all manner of men all day every day. Knowing your looks you'll be very popular. Not much rest at all" Asad grinned as he looked at Dorothea. Her face showed fright, even if she tried her best to conceal it. Dorothea looked at Asad and then down at the floor. "F-Fine... I'll dance for you pig!" Dorothea spat out. Asad laughed to himself and watched as Dorothea started to slowly dance in front of the bed. She had watched Rhea and other wives dance for the old Sultan, so Dorothea tried her best to imitate them. Dorothea shook her hips, making sure to show off her curves to Asad. As she danced, her breasts bounced, her ass shaked, and hips swayed. Dorothea awkwardly moved her arms about unsure what to do with them, much to Asad's amusement. "That's enough for now Dorothea" Asad clapped. "You did good for your first dance. But work on it in the future" Dorothea looked down blushing as she stopped dancing, her view full of her own tits. Asad patted the bed, and Dorothea slowly looked up. "You know the role of a dancer Dorothea" Dorothea sighed and crawled onto the bed. Asad pulled her close to him, holding her wide hips. "You turned out beautiful dear. I wish I could be president more than five years" Dorothea looked away blushing as Asad handled her. His hands began exploring her curves, groping her ass, and rubbing her back. Asad began kissing Dorothea, as she almost gagged from disgust. "Undress me" Asad ordered as he kept kissing Dorothea on the lips and neck. Dorothea blushed deeply as she slid off Asad's suit jacket. Asad smirked and smacked Dorothea's butt. "EEP!" Dorothea jumped, blushing bright red embarrassed. But nevertheless Dorothea continued undressing, unbuttoning Asad's shirt and pulling it off. Asad was rugged, from the years of civil war and civil disobedience. "Keep going Dorothea, you have your work cut out for you." Dorothea looked away as she reached down and undid Asad's belt. With a swift movement Dorothea pulled down Asad's pants and tossed them aside.
Dorothea glanced down at what she assumed would be Asad's underwear. One glance and she realized she had pulled off his underwear too. Asad's dick was standing tall and firm. Dorothea looked away, making Asad laugh again. "Look how much you turn me on Dorothea" Asad laughed patting Dorothea on the head. Dorothea sat on the bed and swiped some hair out of her face, "There I finished" "Did you now?" Asad asked with a smirk. "Lay down for me" Dorothea gulped and laid down on her back. Asad crawled over to her and with a quick grab pulled down Dorothea's top, her breasts bouncing as they spilled out. "Your tits are so great Dorothea. Almost as good as Rhea's. You'll just need to learn how to use them" Asad smiled squeezing both bouncy breasts. Dorothea squirmed and let out a cute squeak. "Time to break you in. So just try to enjoy" Asad said pulling down Dorothea's bottoms, exposing her slit. Asad lined himself up and plunged himself into Dorothea. Dorothea moaned loudly, and hugged up onto Asad, as pleasure coursed through her. It felt good, really good. Way better than being a guy inside a girl. But the pleasure just exploded a hundred fold as Asad began to thrust into Dorothea, her pussy clenching and tightening up around his shaft. Dorothea moaned loudly, unable to form words as Asad took her virginity with powerful thrusts. Dorothea's breasts flopped and bounced as she was thrust into. Asad grunted with effort as he pushed his dick further in. Dorothea couldn't handle the pressure and pleasure and came, her whole body tensing as she coated Asad's dick in her juices. Asad smiled and cupped Dorothea's face as he kept thrusting, seemingly proud of her orgasm. Asad thrusted away, with power and vigor, causing Dorothea to orgasm again, this time shooting her juices all over the bed. With Dorothea panting, suddenly Asad pulled out and sat on top of her, sticking his dick between her tits. Dorothea knew what she was doing, and well she had done this to Rhea a lot as well. Dorothea pushed her breasts together as Asad began to thrust between them. It only took a few more thrusts before Asad came all over her tits and face.
Asad climbed off Dorothea and laid down next to her. Dorothea closed her eyes as she felt the warm, pungent goo coat her tits and face. "You did amazing for your first time Dorothea" Asad smiled helping wipe cum off her face. "T-Thank you..." Dorothea replied meekly as Asad pulled her close. Dorothea and Asad cuddled, Asad not pushing the girl any further that night. As Asad drifted off asleep, Dorothea was left alone to her thoughts. Maybe being a dancer wouldn't be so bad. She still got to be with Rhea, and still live in the palace, she was safe. And well if the sex was that good each time it'd be worth it. Going from the Sultan to the palace whore wasn't the most ideal transition of power, but it was a very pleasurable one.
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FOUR YEARS LATER
Four years had passed, and President Asad stepped down peacefully as president. The newly elected president Sadam was sworn in peacefully and taken to the presidential palace to begin his four year term. That night, Sadam entered his bed chambers and to his surprise was met by the President's personal dancers. Two equally beautiful women, one with vibrant green hair and one with dark brunette hair. The two girls looked at one another and giggled. "Hello Master~" the Green haired one cooed as the Brunette pushed Sadam gently onto the bed. "We're your personal dancers master." the Brunette said as Sadam looked up blushing deeply, growing aroused.
The two women hugged up together and ran a hand through their luxurious manes of silky hair. The Green haired girl spoke first, "I am Rhea, at your service" the Brunette spoke up after, "And I am Dorothea. Pleased to serve." (I know that's not Dorothea but just come on. The pic was too good to pass up). The two bowed and Sadam smiled. "Well please my lovelies, I'm all yours" The president patted the bed. Both girls climbed onto the bed, grinning at Sadam. Both girls sat up next to Sadam and began running their hands on him. "Master we want you" Dorothea moaned, any resemblance to the old Sultan she once was gone. Dorothea began taking off Sadam's pants while Rhea focused on his shirt and suit jacket. Sadam grinned as he sat growing harder by the second as the two women giggled and caressed him. Soon, Sadam was naked Dorothea giggling as she began jerking his dick off. Rhea rubbed herself onto Sadam, kissing his neck and face. "Ready master?" Dorothea asked. "Go ahead Dorothea was it?" Sadam nodded. "Yep~! Good memory Master~!" Dorothea cooed and then without hesitation took his dick in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. "Don't hog!" Rhea pouted massaging Sadam's balls and looking annoyed at Dorothea. Dorothea kept sucking hard as Sadam gripped the sheets. "S-Share you two..." At that command Dorothea stopped sucking and Rhea took over, brushing hair behind her ear. Rhea sucked away as Dorothea looked on in amazement. Rhea was her senior, and much more experienced at sex. Finally Rhea stopped, pulling her head up, a string of drool connecting her lips and the dick tip. "Come here Dorothea" Rhea beckoned shift so her bust as pressing into Sadam's cock. Dorothea grinned and got down, pushing her bust into Rhea's, Sadam's dick wedged between the two huge busts. Rhea and Dorothea began kissing as they massaged their busts on the President's cock, it twitching wildly between their soft mounds. The pleasure was incredible and Sadam grunted his dick shooting burst after burst of cum over Rhea and Dorothea's breasts. The two girls giggled and rubbed their busts together. "That was..." "Such a big load master~!" the two cooed moaning, licking up the gobs of cum around their mouths.
Dorothea licked her lips. "Yummy~!" Then pushed Rhea out of the way and mounted herself on her master's cock. "So big~!" she moaned, starting to grind on it. Sadam grinned and his hands were drawn to Dorothea's wide hips. Rhea looked on and caressed Sadam as Dorothea rided him, her hips getting into a quick rhythm. The feeling was so amazing, and Dorothea's face was in ahegao, drool dripping from her tongue and onto Sadam. The two in the throes of passion both came at the same time, Dorothea squirming as Sadam's cum shot up into her. Dorothea collapsed panting, cuddling Sadam. Rhea cuddled up with Sadam too, the three falling asleep together.
Rhea and Dorothea would end up servicing the personal needs of every elected president of Sultanstan. The two were fucked almost nightly, and made sure their president was well taken care of. Things could have been a lot worse for the men Rhea and Dorothea used to be, but by this point no one remember them. They only remembered the undeniably sexy dancers.
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