The lights changed, the stage going almost all dark except a single spotlight striking a red curtain on the right side of the stage. I could feel the anticipation swelling in the audience. In myself. My hand drifted beneath the table, blowjob finding my hard cock. “So let's welcome tonight's lucky girls,” Karissa said, just a shape in the dark now, save for the occasional flash off her anime silver sequins as she shifted. “First up, all the way from Des Moines, Iowa is Jacki Colbert. She is a student at Seattle Pacific University who was bred by Becky when she snuck onto the UW campus with a group of friends and crashed one of the futa's infamous Sunday orgies.” “That naughty minx,” I purred as Jacki Colbert strutted out in a blue dress that schoolgirl hugged her pregnant form. She was blonde with heavy tits that jiggled, each cupped in soft, azure cloth. Her round belly swayed before her as she walked with such a confident strut. She had such long legs, the slit in the side of her dress letting her right flash out with every step on her stiletto heels. My futa-cock throbbed hard. A spotlight shone at the opposite end of stage while the first followed Jacki to her position. “Next we have Rexanne Weaver from Puyallup, Washington. She worked at a local coffee shop and had the delight of serving Becky more than the local java.” My futa-dick throbbed as Rexanne strutted out, a petite girl with black hair, her belly looking so swollen with her pregnancy. Her small stature only made her hotter as she cupped her belly. She gave the audience smoky looks, her hips swaying. I vaguely remembered meeting her right before the fall semester started up. More and more names were called. More and more beauties strutted out in their gowns. They were all so pregnant. So swollen and ripe. My hand clenched about my futa-dick, stroking up and down my shaft as I licked my lips in anticipation of tonight's pageant. Some I knew very well, like Mei Wen who cheered on my college team, or Jamie who was secretary to my university's president. Other girls I would never forget, like Sabrina, the cheerleader I fucked and bred while her quarterback boyfriend watched on, or Jordan, the naughty producer who sat on my dick during my first live interview with Amelia McCreery. But there were other contestants I didn't remember breeding at all, lost in the blur of women I'd fucked. And then there was Kristina Fishman. I fought the cartoon urge to glare at the Black girl as she sauntered out. She used my ex-boyfriend Kurt to get close to me so she could be fucked and bred by me. She dumped him after I bred her before cheering at my first UW football game. The session went long that day. I signaled Daryl to take the passenger side of the car while I tiptoed around the rear of the car, drawing my Python once I was there with Max at my side. "THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL schoolgirl OUTFIT HERE." The lifelike model’s that would cost top dollar. Whether from frustration or pain, I couldn’t tell. Sam normally wasn't this sort cartoon of person. She tried to compensate for the meagre size blowjob of her tits with lots of piercings. I was even more surprised how many flirted with me. As a guy, no one even paid any attention to me. Now that I appeared to be a woman, half the women in this place seem to want me. I said something to Susan about it. In a daze, she turned I shook my head, my thoughts reeling. Her hands had risen off the floor and were out in front of her like Superman flying through the sky. As he made his way forward he remembered the last anime time he had been here, almost 2 years ago. He's coming to dinner tonight." So I didn't really notice at first. I looked over to the doctor expecting to see him typing away, but he wasn’t, he was looking at me getting dressed. Yet another piece of advice! Lisa looked at Steve and said, "Are you sure baby?"