Riya trudged to the kitchen with her bath robe wrapped around her portly frame. She noticed that it felt much tighter than when she first wore it soon after arriving in America. She contemplated looking for a gym as she poured herself a bowl of cereal.
A solid night sleep had left her more relaxed and refreshed than she had been in weeks. Then she recalled her hours long masturbation session before bed; those always seemed to settle her for a deep sleep. The guilt of having indulged in pornographic movies starring one of her male subordinates returned sharply.
She opened social media to distract herself while chewing a mouthful of cereal. At the top of her feed was an image of the ladies from the accounting department at a bar, each with a drink in their hands. But Riya couldn't believe her eyes when she saw who was front and centre, right next to Mary; it was Dean. Despite being in his work clothes he was still striking as ever. Riya felt a knife to the chest when she saw Mary's chubby arm holding him possessively around the waist. Her gold wedding ring was shining under the warm light, only inches away from his heavenly bulge. Despite having been married in a traditional state ceremony decades ago, she no longer had any compunctions about straying. She even openly boasted about how her hot-shot lawyer would leave her hubby with nothing but the clothes on his back if he filed for divorce.
"You creepy old hag, Mary!" she mumbled under her breath before inhaling another spoonful of cereal.
She scrolled down to the comments.
Diana Fairfemme: You were going so well Mary! What happened!?
Kate Gynodawn: don't worry Mary, you'll get him next time.
The sinking feeling in Riya's gut was tempered by a wave of relief. She opened her news app to escape the discomfort and a video began playing instantly. Gertrude Ravenfemmeme appeared sitting behind a desk. She was a portly old lady with grey hair, a real "lady's lady". Her relatable yet, upper class presentation helped make her the most trusted name in news for the entire United Nations block.
She spoke into the camera and the audio played into Riya's earphones, "Good evening and welcome to the Daily Balance, I'm Gertrude Ravenfemmeme. The proposed bill for the annulment of child support liabilities for sperm donors was rejected by the United Nations supreme court today. The court unanimously found it unconstitutional because it denied femme the fundamental right to seek child support from the father. Our financial correspondent Tiffany Bellafort reports."
A generic cutaway animation filled the screen. It was a sea of flashing numbers on the stock market and rooms filled with wealthy femme trading fortunes in a high stress environment. An image of a red line moving downward on a graph appeared.
The voice over began, "Stocks in leading breeding services began to plummet today as sperm supplies continue to dry up. Private purchasing of sperm was once affordable to the middle class but is now only a market for the wealthy, as fewer and fewer males are willing to donate in the current legal environment."
The image changed to that of a small white room with a steel bottomless chair in the centre and stirrups complete with leather restraints. The entire contraption was made of pure stainless steel. A mars symbol was carved into the back of the chair in case the audience didn't know what the erotic contraption was for.
It looked identical to medical exam chairs that Riya had seen in several pornos. Some movies even had the same Mesanet logo on the back wall; as they were produced by the corporation. The entire apparatus appeared to be designed to make the job of the phalicologists more enjoyable and efficient, rather than taking the comfort of the male donor into account.
Riya still had trouble believing that an entire branch of the medical profession was dedicated to the study and control of male sexual function. She had often thought that it could all be so much more cost efficient to get the boys to do it themselves or perhaps use a machine. But for some reason, the leaders of the exclusively femme profession insisted that an experienced femme hand would always produce superior results. She always suspected that it was an excuse for perverted old ladies to abuse their power over a bound male.
A green line was moving up with sperm swimming in the background and a quick cut to ladies calling out to buy more stock.
"The trend of males preferring to donate to the Mesanet Corporation for research purposes is expected to only accelerate as the 3rd amendment of the UN constitution states that the right to seek child support does not apply to donations for research purposes. Unsurprisingly, stock in the Mesanet Corporation continued to soar today amid the news. Tiffany Bellafort, the Daily Balance."
Riya frowned; she knew that she needed more than just a donor. She needed a boyfriend, a husband, a handsome male to love her.
The next segment of the show was on the latest Hollywood scandal.
On screen stood an attractive boy dressed in a fashionable hot-pants and tight shirt that revealed almost every contour of his muscular frame. He also wore a tight black neck collar. Riya had not seen a boy wear such a thing on a news program before. It reminded her of the neck collar that the married boys of the Norse Queendom would wear in House of Hella. But this collar was a thinner cut of a more elegant fabric.
He was strikingly muscular and lean. She could tell that he had spent many hours in the gym to make himself pleasing to the feminine eye. She felt her hips tingle and heart quicken as her eyes washed over his body.
The camera angle was immediately apparent to Riya. With the femme presenters, the camera was a simple frontal angle with all of the attention to the face and modest clothing that conveyed respectability. This was different. It was what the ladies in the advertising business called a "masculine angle".
The camera was positioned low and behind him. It soaked in every inch of smooth, hairless tanned skin on his defined and muscular legs. This glorious indulgence ran all the way up to his tiny elastic hot pants that barely covered his butt and rode up to accentuate each buttock. His shirt was without sleeves to show off his defined biceps.
The camera panned around him while keeping his massive genital bulge in the centre of the screen. The slow panning establishment shot followed him walking to the centre of the room in front of the big screen. His genital pouch jutted out succulently and jiggled in the centre of the screen with each movement. It was a sight that a lady would usually only see at the beach, in a strip club or in the privacy of her home.
Riya always loved to watch charms bounce in a tight elastic pouch but these looked suspiciously rigid. Almost like he was wearing a cock cage. Riya dismissed the idea and assumed that it was just her overactive imagination.
After the 5 second establishment shot, the flawlessly handsome face of the sexualized young male was finally included in the shot, but the heavenly torso and genital pouch were never completely out of frame. He began to present.
"The defence of Brendan Peter Carson utterly collapsed on the weekend under the scrutiny of a class action counter lawsuit by the Willfemme Sisters film studio. The counter-suit was in response to the defunct star's allegations of sexual assault against studio employees based upon inadmissible evidence. His case was promptly dismissed, the innocence of the accused was maintained and their identities remain confidential in accordance with a court order. Today the class action counter-suit came to a culmination upon the final ruling."
A paragraph of text appeared on the screen behind him and he read it out. Glancing to the screen with his back partially to the camera, both of his round buttocks looked like they were about to tear the thin elastic of the hot pants. He slowly paced back and forth, subtly turning to show the side profile of his pouch jutting out lewdly. He had clearly been well trained to keep the audience interested with his constant inadvertently erotic movement. Each step would cause his charms to bounce slightly as if doing a dance. Riya found it mesmerizing.
"Grand Justice Hilda Greyfemme commented in her ruling,
