The year is 3012. In 3010, a doctor accidentally unleashed a sex virus, turning 3/4 of the men population of the Earth into women. All these women's sex drives also increased.
Emily walked out onto the stage. She had chosen to try that new gameshow that everyone was raving about. It was called 'Millionaire, or Mommy". In it, you answered questions. Behind you was a man. each question you got right, you got to move a step forward. Each question you got wrong, he got closer. If her got close enough, he was allowed to fuck you. You were given fertility drugs, so that if he fucked you, you got pregnant no matter what.
Emily was a regular girl for these times. Her breasts had been enhanced slightly by the fertility drugs, and were standing to attention on her chest. Having before been GG cups, they were now large HH cups, swaying gently on her chest. Her hips swayed when she walked, and her ass wiggled slightly, giving her a look that spelled 'Fuck Me!' But despite this appearance, Emily was the top student of her college, being something of a genius.
Emily was dressed in a blouse, and under that, a black bra. She was wearing panties, and a skirt on to of that. The reason for this clothing was because at the end of each round, the viewers would pick one piece of clothing to remove. She would have to remove it.
"Hello! Welcome to Millionaire, or Mommy! The game show that makes people everywhere. I'm Bill Johnson, your host for this evening. Tonight, our contestant is from Northern Sextown, previously known as Queensland. Her name is EMILY. Give her a warm welcome!"
A spot light flashed on above Emily, and the crowd roared. Emily gave a slight bow. "Now Emily, we are going to chain your leg to this platform. Each question you get right, you get to move on. Each 5 questions, there is a button. Once you press that button, the amount of money for that button is locked in. Now, the person behind you today is. . . ." Bill takes an envelope from a person standing nearby and opens it. "The Fuck-Master!" The crowd roars in apprehension, as a huge, burly man strides onto the stage. Her is wearing a singlet, and shorts, a bulge in his pants showing very clearly.
"Now, let's get hooked up." Bill led her over to the track, and he fastened the cuff to her ankle. The Fuck master was 5 meters behind her. "Now, Let's Begin. What is the first phase of the moon?"
"New Moon!" Emily rushed forward, the space in front of her lit up green. "What is another name for a maniac?" "Psychopath"
"What do you do when you make butter?" "Churn it until it hardens."
"What is that date of the summer soltice?" Emily gulped. She didn't know this one. "June 5th?" "No, Sorry Emily, but Fuck-Master here gets to move up a space."
Emily was now 2 spaces in front of the Fuck Master. The 1,000 dollar button was just in front of her.
"What do you call a married woman?" "Wife." Emily raced forward, putting her 3 spaces ahead.
"What is the name of the clothing women use to support their breasts" "Brassiere!" Emily raced forward and pushed the button. A siren wailed. "And that's the end of round 1! Emily now has 1,000 dollars locked in. Now, the clothing picked by the viewers was . . . . . Blouse!" Emily reached behind herself, and undid her blouse, revealing the bra beneath. Handing it to Bill, she said "Let's Go Bill!"
"ROUND 2! - In this round, the questions are related to the periodic table. Fuck-Master is 3 spaces behind her. What is the 10 element?"
Emily though for a second. "Um . .. .Neon!" "Correct. How many valence electrons does it have?"
"15?" Emily asked. "Wrong, Fuck-Master moves forward 1 space. What is the element used in rat poison?"
"Uranium?" "Wrong, Fuck-Master gets to move another space. He is now one space behind you. What element is used in thermometers?"
"Mercury!" Correct, You are now 2 spaces in front of Fuck-Master. What is the name of the first milk a pregnant woman will give?"
"Colostrum!" "Correct, you are now 3 spaces in front of Fuck-Master. What is the name of the King who killed the Greed, and what was his title?
"I don't Know, Multi King!" "Yes, You move one space, but so does Fuck-Master! What is a woman's menstral cycle called?"
"Period!" Emily pushed the button and buzzed sounded again. "Well done Emily, you now have 10,000 dollars in your capacity. The clothing to be removed is Bra!" Emily reached behind her and undoing the clips, and her breasts sprang out, bouncing gently as they were released, huge orbs, melon sized. Her nipples hardened immediately, feeling the cold air of the studio brush them. "Now Emily, Fuck-Master will now move 1 space every 2 minutes. So you have to move."
"ROUND 3"
"What is a female goat called?" Emily though for a moment. "Ewe!" As she moved forward, two minutes passed, and Fuck master moved forward 1, 3 spaces behind her.
"What do you call it when a woman conceives?" Emily blurted out the answer "Birth!" Moving forward, she now was 4 spaces ahead of Fuck-Master, and 3 spaces to go to the button.
"What is DNA?" Emily thought for a moment. As she thought, the 2 minutes passed again, and Fuck-Master moved again, 3 spaces behind her. Emily knew this, and she kept thinking, Fuck-Master moving another space, 2 behind her. "The code of your being" She cried out."Correct! You are now 3, sorry 2 ahead of the Fuck-Master"
"What is the planet's satellite called?" Emily raced forward, crying "The moon!" "Correct!"
"Why would a woman work in a stripper bar?" Emily thought for a moment. "To get noticed?" "Wrong, Fuck-Master moves a space."
"What chromosome does a woman add to the mix when making a baby?" Emily starts to move forward, calling "X" as she goes and slams her hand on the button.
"Well Done Emily, you now have 100,000 dollars locked in. Now, let's take a look at some other contestants." Said Bill.
The huge screen flicked on. The first women appeared. She had short blonde hair, and was holding a little boy's hand, her stomach seeming swollen and pregnant again. "Alexis, you won 100,000 on Millionaire or Mommy last year. How do you feel? " "Great! 100,000 was enough to pay off my student loans, and now I have a 1 year old and another on the way. Fuck-Master stopped by for his birthday, and we indulged." She gives a sheepish smile. The screen flips to a heavily pregnant naked Asian woman. She is covering her breasts with one hand and rubbing her belly with the other. Black hair falls to her shoulders as she speaks. "10,000 was great, It will help take care of my little angel here. She is arriving in 2 months. " She patted her belly happily. The screen flicks off, and Bill turns back to Emily.
"Now, the item to remove is skirt. Also, Fuck-Master now moves a space a minute. Let begin ROUND 4!! What is the name of the president of the USA?"
Emily ponders this, then yells "Kintaros!" She moves forward, Fuck-Master 2 spaces behind her.
"What is the name of the global event that changed much of the world's population?" Emily remembers her history lesson, and shouts "Global Seximistization" She rushes forward, but Fuck-Master lunges and grabbed her panties, snapping them to reveal a shaved pussy. Emily was now completely nude.
"What is the name of the Balloon which fell to the ground 5 years ago?" As Bill says the question, Fuck-Master moves another space. "Evangelist!" Emily calls and moves forward.
"How can you tell a cow is pregnant?" Emily stutters, then says "Feel it's belly?" "Wrong, Fuck-Master moves one space, and another because 1 minute has passed."
"How do reptiles reproduce?" "Laying eggs!" Emily moves forward, but Fuck-Master rushes forward and grabbed her. "No," she whispers, but her legs are trapped wide apart by his knees between them. He reaches down and lowers his singlet and underwear, revealing a large and very hard cock, precum already glistening at the tip. Emily tries to twist, but his hand pins the the stock to the floor, trapping her. He slides forward, into her, and she gasps.
"You need this," Fuck-Master says in a gruff voice, rutting into her, making her breasts bounce.
"Yes," she whimpers. "Fuck me...ah!"
He reaches down between her legs to strum her clit as he thrusts in and out of her, his brown skin a stark contrast against her pale flesh. Her ankles hook around the backs of his thighs, pulling him into her as her voice is replaced by incoherent moans. One of her heels falls off, clattering on the floor.
Slowly, she begins to hump him, causing them both to move forward. They move closer and closer to the button. Finally, as she feels the orgasm coming, she reaches up and slaps that button, the wail sounding as it locks in her money. Then the orgasm happens. "Ahhhh!" she screams as she comes, and the sound sets off Fuck-Master. He pins her hips to the studio floor as his seed sprays into her fertile womb. A picture appears on the screen, of her newly fertilised body on the studio floor, cum dripping around Fuck-Master's cock. Then he pulls out, and pulls her up.
"Congradulations Emily, you have won a million dollars, and a special surprise in 9 months. How do you feel?"
"Horny!" she whispers. "Fuck-Master picked her up and carried her bridal-style off the stage. "And that end's this week's Millionaire, or Mummy! I hope we'll see you next week for another baby in the making!
-7 Months Later-
"Now, let's take a look at some other contestants." The screen flickers on, and a naked Emily is shown on the screen. Her belly has swollen past her breasts, which are now JJ cups. Her nipple is dripping a white fluid, and she is smiling. "Emily, after your ordeal 5 months ago, how do you feel?" says a voice off camera. "Excellent! I have confirmed that I have a little daughter in my stomach now, and 1 million dollars will help take care of her. Fuck-Master stops by frequently, and I have never felt happier."