"Now for our special guest competing in the Men's 200yds Freestyle, Riley Gaines!"
She emerged from the men's locker room, smiling and waving to the energetic crowd. Between the leering eyes and horny wolf whistles, she would have slunk away in shame if not for the far greater reward of more attention for this political stunt. When they proposed this event, and she agreed, she knew it would be another notch in her transphobe belt. More headlines, more speaker engagements, more money, all she had to do was compete in another event she was guaranteed to lose.
What she hadn't considered, when signing the terms, was exactly what it meant to compete with the men.
Her tits hung out as she headed toward the pool. Already too deep into this, she kept her hands on her hips, putting on a prideful show. Blue male swim briefs covered her groin, but the elasticity left much to be desired, not designed for her dimensions. This left her pussy sneaking out as she shifted side to side and spoke into the microphone.
"I'm so pleased to be here!" Riley announced. "That's right, I've decided that the best way to prove my point is for a WOMAN to compete alongside men. And because I'm in an event for men, it's only fair for me to follow the same standards. It's called equality!"
With their cheers egging her on, she puffed out her mostly flat chest. She could say it was the air, or a chill, but in truth, her nipples' hardness came from imagining all the sweet press coverage she would soon get. She carried this with her as she walked over and onto her starting block. For once, as she hunched over, those boobs had a real but slight presence to them. They tented downward, straight and stiff as small traffic cones.
"On your mark. Get set. GO!"
She dove headfirst, slipping into the surface with her usual grace - with one catch. Water dragged over her tips as the cold set in, forcing them even more firm. In a normal swim event, viewers were stuck with above water footage. Not this time. Special underwater cameras filmed everything as her pair shimmied side to side with her strokes. They captured her growing grin as those sensations turned to arousal. And they showed everything, when her swim briefs slid down her legs, bundled them up, and ultimately forced her to kick them off if she hoped to keep going.
Leaving Riley Gaines swimming in the nude.
She hit the wall, rolled forward, unconsciously spreading her legs in the move. In that fleeting moment, she exposed her big gaping cunt to the entire room through wall screens. Then she kicked off the wall. Normally her shaved pussy would cut her time by reducing hair drag. But in her heightened state of delight, it went very different. All the coverage, money, and above all excuse to use this for her political stunts had her too hot and bothered. She floundered. Each kick and stroke became slower, sloppier, as the tickle on her lips became better than a vibe and made her wetter than what she swam in.
"Oh... Oh... oh my god..." she muttered as she went for breath more often, before finally hitting the next wall and stopping. In every lane but hers, the men kept going. Only she hugged the side, as cameras moved in.
"Ms Gaines, why did you stop?"
"I... I can't compete." She panted, barely keeping up with the needs of her lungs.
"Are you saying men are better than women?"
"Yes. Oh... oh god, yes." She rubbed her thighs, then brought one hand under, slipping her fingers in to bring herself home. All the while, unaware of the split screen capturing it underwater. "They beat me. They beat me so bad. As a woman, I can't possibly... possi... blyyyyyy!"
To those looking at her from above, it might have looked like a struggle for Riley to kick in breast stroke style to stay afloat. But the other camera caught how her finger clung to the front of her crotch and pulled hard while she rode through an orgasm. It lasted about as long as her real career. Once she went limp, it didn't take long for a couple assistants for the event to come over, drag her out by the wrists and roll her over. This time unveiling her full nude form from the near absence of tits to her weary wet cunt.
"There you have it! Riley Gaines, competing in the Men's 200yd Freestyle, disqualified because she couldn't even complete the event! VIPs, remember to join her for her special post-loss celebration in the men's locker room."
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Riley Gaines' Topless Swim
"Now for our special guest competing in the Men's 200yds Freestyle, Riley Gaines!"
She emerged from the men's locker room, smiling and waving to the energetic crowd. Between the leering eyes and horny wolf whistles, she would have slunk away in shame if not for the far greater reward of more attention for this political stunt. When they proposed this event, and she agreed, she knew it would be another notch in her transphobe belt. More headlines, more speaker engagements, more money, all she had to do was compete in another event she was guaranteed to lose.
What she hadn't considered, when signing the terms, was exactly what it meant to compete with the men.
Her tits hung out as she headed toward the pool. Already too deep into this, she kept her hands on her hips, putting on a prideful show. Blue male swim briefs covered her groin, but the elasticity left much to be desired, not designed for her dimensions. This left her pussy sneaking out as she shifted side to side and spoke into the microphone.
"I'm so pleased to be here!" Riley announced. "That's right, I've decided that the best way to prove my point is for a WOMAN to compete alongside men. And because I'm in an event for men, it's only fair for me to follow the same standards. It's called equality!"
With their cheers egging her on, she puffed out her mostly flat chest. She could say it was the air, or a chill, but in truth, her nipples' hardness came from imagining all the sweet press coverage she would soon get. She carried this with her as she walked over and onto her starting block. For once, as she hunched over, those boobs had a real but slight presence to them. They tented downward, straight and stiff as small traffic cones.
"On your mark. Get set. GO!"
She dove headfirst, slipping into the surface with her usual grace - with one catch. Water dragged over her tips as the cold set in, forcing them even more firm. In a normal swim event, viewers were stuck with above water footage. Not this time. Special underwater cameras filmed everything as her pair shimmied side to side with her strokes. They captured her growing grin as those sensations turned to arousal. And they showed everything, when her swim briefs slid down her legs, bundled them up, and ultimately forced her to kick them off if she hoped to keep going.
Leaving Riley Gaines swimming in the nude.
She hit the wall, rolled forward, unconsciously spreading her legs in the move. In that fleeting moment, she exposed her big gaping cunt to the entire room through wall screens. Then she kicked off the wall. Normally her shaved pussy would cut her time by reducing hair drag. But in her heightened state of delight, it went very different. All the coverage, money, and above all excuse to use this for her political stunts had her too hot and bothered. She floundered. Each kick and stroke became slower, sloppier, as the tickle on her lips became better than a vibe and made her wetter than what she swam in.
"Oh... Oh... oh my god..." she muttered as she went for breath more often, before finally hitting the next wall and stopping. In every lane but hers, the men kept going. Only she hugged the side, as cameras moved in.
"Ms Gaines, why did you stop?"
"I... I can't compete." She panted, barely keeping up with the needs of her lungs.
"Are you saying men are better than women?"
"Yes. Oh... oh god, yes." She rubbed her thighs, then brought one hand under, slipping her fingers in to bring herself home. All the while, unaware of the split screen capturing it underwater. "They beat me. They beat me so bad. As a woman, I can't possibly... possi... blyyyyyy!"
To those looking at her from above, it might have looked like a struggle for Riley to kick in breast stroke style to stay afloat. But the other camera caught how her finger clung to the front of her crotch and pulled hard while she rode through an orgasm. It lasted about as long as her real career. Once she went limp, it didn't take long for a couple assistants for the event to come over, drag her out by the wrists and roll her over. This time unveiling her full nude form from the near absence of tits to her weary wet cunt.
"There you have it! Riley Gaines, competing in the Men's 200yd Freestyle, disqualified because she couldn't even complete the event! VIPs, remember to join her for her special post-loss celebration in the men's locker room."