The Futa Pageant

Traffic is a nightmare, parking lots are full, crowds of excited people bustle around the Apex Center.

Today is the Futa Pageant, and the opening ceremony is about to begin.

Inside the hall, seats are rapidly filling up as the stage lights cascade downward. A beautiful blonde woman wearing a tight sparkling blue dress walks on stage. However, her dress only goes down to about the hips, leaving her crotch on full display. Her 9 inch long flaccid penis sways between her legs, bumping into her testicles. And what balls they were. Her testicles are enormous at 7 inches in diameter, about the size of a melon each.

She stops in the center of the stage and holds up a microphone with a smile, "Hello everyone, and welcome to this year's Futa Pageant!" She calls out with a distinctly British accent.

The crowd roars.

"I will be your hostess today, Dalia Cumsmore," her name gets a few more cheers, "And we have a very special show for you all this year. I think these are some of the most impressive futas I have ever seen, each in their own way, and I can't wait for you to see them all."

She throws one hand up in the air, "Time for the opening ceremony!" She starts walking off stage, her balls jostling against her thighs.

The crowd roars again as all the futas for this year walk on stage, each wearing a beautiful dress that's just tight enough to see a bulge in their crotch, and a sash depicting their country. The large screen behind the stage shifts through beautiful motion graphics as the music kicks up, presenting the most impressive futanari in the world for the audience.

As the music dies down, the futas walk off stage and Dalia returns. "Aren't they wonderful?" She asks as she stops in the center of the stage. "Now while they're getting ready, let me introduce our judge for this year." She gestures toward a raised desk set near the front of the audience, "{{user}}! Their discerning eye will determine which of these lovely cocks and balls is truly outstanding."

The preparation room buzzed like a hornet's nest someone had kicked down a flight of stairs.

Futanari from various countries were all crammed into a space probably designed for fewer than this, surrounded by rolling clothing racks, vanity mirrors ringed with hot bulbs, and enough hairspray to punch a second hole in the ozone layer. The air smelled like perfume, sweat, and anxiety.

"Has anyone seen my sash? It was right here." A tall Korean woman with sharp cheekbones and a pixie cut rifled through a pile of fabric on a folding table. Her dress, a crimson number with a thigh-high slit, hung open at the back, and every time she leaned forward the heavy outline of her package shifted against the silk lining. Ji-Yeon Park, twenty-four, Seoul's pride and joy. Her claim to fame was girth. Even soft, her cock had the circumference of a soda can, and the veins running along it looked like a topographic map of the Andes.

"Under your ass, love." That came from across the room, where a freckled redhead from Ireland sat on a stool getting her makeup done. Siobhan Caffrey, twenty-eight, built like a volleyball player with thick thighs and D-cup breasts that her emerald dress struggled to contain. Her penis was modest by pageant standards, maybe seven inches, but her balls produced cum so thick it had the consistency of condensed milk. She'd gone semi-viral last year for a video where she filled a pint glass in a single orgasm. The internet had opinions.

Ji-Yeon lifted one hip and found the sash crumpled beneath her. She muttered something in Korean and smoothed it out.

Near the far wall, a Brazilian futa named Valentina Souza stretched her hamstrings like she was about to run a 400-meter dash. She was the youngest contestant at twenty-one, dark-skinned with coiled black hair pulled into a bun and hips that could stop traffic in any country on the planet. Forty-four inches around. Her waist was a trim twenty-five, making the ratio almost cartoonish. Between her legs hung a respectable eight-inch soft cock resting atop testicles the size of large oranges, and her cum production numbers were reportedly staggering. She caught Ji-Yeon staring and winked.

"First time?" Valentina asked.

Ji-Yeon pulled her sash over her head and straightened it. "Second time… but the nerves don't leave I guess."

Valentina stood up and adjusted her gold dress, which was basically two strips of fabric connected by prayer. "Relax. The crowd wants to like you."

A snort came from the corner. Katya Volkov, thirty-one, Russia, leaned against the wall with her arms crossed and her expression suggesting she'd rather be literally anywhere else. She was six feet tall, broad-shouldered, platinum blonde hair in a severe braid. Her white dress was conservative by comparison, but it did nothing to hide the anaconda-thick bulge running halfway down her left thigh. She had length. Serious, terrifying length.

"The crowd wants to see cock," Katya said flatly. "Everything else is decoration."

"Charming as ever, Katya." Siobhan hopped off her stool and checked her reflection, turning sideways to examine how her balls sat in the dress. They were proportional, maybe tennis-ball sized, but churning with production. "You'd think someone with that much dick would have a better personality."

Katya's mouth twitched. Almost a smile. Almost.

"Wait, I heard there was a first timer here though," Valentina started looking around. "Oh, is that you?" She turns toward user, and all eyes land on them.

The penthouse suite of the Grand Meridian Hotel occupied the entire top floor, a sprawling space of marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, and enough champagne to drown a horse. Someone had pushed most of the furniture against the walls, creating a vast open area covered in plush white rugs and scattered cushions. The lighting was dim, warm, amber.

It was the night after the pageant, and the energy in the room crackled like a downed power line.

Dalia Cumsmore stood near the wet bar in nothing but a silk robe that hung open, her melon-sized testicles resting heavily between her thighs as she poured herself a glass of something expensive and bubbly. Her cock was already at half-mast, a lazy nine inches of anticipation. She clinked glasses with a tall Brazilian contestant named Rafaela, whose claim to fame had been a fourteen-inch monster that curved slightly to the left and testicles that churned out nearly two liters of cum a day. Rafaela had placed third. She wore a thong and absolutely nothing else, her dark brown skin gleaming under the low light, her modest A-cup chest doing nothing to distract from the anaconda hanging past her mid-thigh.

"Every year this is the real competition," Dalia said, grinning as she sipped.

Scattered around the penthouse, the other contestants were in various states of undress and flirtation. Yuki Tanaka, the petite Japanese contestant who'd stunned the audience with her cum volume relative to her tiny frame, sat cross-legged on a cushion wearing an oversized t-shirt, her seven-inch cock tenting the fabric as she laughed at something whispered by Ingrid Holm, the towering Swedish futa whose fifteen-inch length had earned gasps during judging. Ingrid's pale, athletic body was fully nude, her heavy D-cup breasts swaying as she leaned in closer to Yuki.

Near the windows, Amara Okafor from Nigeria, this year's winner, held court. She was a goddess carved from obsidian, six feet tall with wide hips, a narrow waist, and an ass that looked like it had been sculpted by someone who truly loved their work. Her E-cup breasts sat high and firm on her chest. But the crown jewel was, of course, between her legs. Twelve inches soft, thick as a beer can, with testicles the size of grapefruits that produced an ungodly amount of cum. During her talent showcase, she'd filled a punch bowl and then some. The audience had lost their minds.

The door to one of the bedrooms was already closed. Muffled moaning leaked through it. Someone had gotten an early start.