The Federal Utility Training Administration by elementrexx

Story by elementrexx

Hello world!

This is elementrexx, long time futa-fanatic! I recently decided to contribute to the world of futanari and tried my hand at writing some erotic fiction. I'm still new at this so any comments or constructive criticism are appreciated. This story can also be read at Hentai Foundry under the same name.

Hope you enjoy!

The Federal Utility Training Administration

Summary: The near future: the Federal Utility Training Administration uses genetic engineering to create a new breed of livestock. But no one realizes that these animals are not born. They are made. (All characters belonging to dmitrys are used with permission)

Warning: This story includes themes such as non-consensual transformation, rape, shota, bondage, bestiality, and slavery. If you consider such things to be offensive, please do not read any further.

Chapter 0: Prologue

*click* *click*

The tapping of high heels echoed through the hallway as their wearer took clipped, efficient strides and rapidly closed the distance to her destination. The heels blended seamlessly to well-toned legs that disappeared underneath a short business skirt that hugged a generous rear. A plain white blouse with its top three buttons undone gave an alluring view of the woman's impressive cleavage and the telltale jiggle indicated she was not wearing a bra. The woman's fiery red hair trailed past her neck and two locks framed her ample bosom.

The woman reached the door at the end of the hall and knocked three times before letting herself in. She was after all, expected.

The room was dark and the light from the hall barely illuminated the area nearest the door. Yet while the woman's eyes were not able to perceive anything, her other senses did.

The first thing she noticed was the unmistakable smell of sex. The heavy musk seemed to form a thick fog that permeated the room. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply through her nose, the woman breathed in the powerful aroma. The fabric of her clothes near her pelvis stretched slightly as she took in the smell.

The second thing she noticed was a familiar sound: *slurp* *slurp*

"Madam Director?" the redhead called out into the darkness.

There was a click as a lamp was turned on, filling the room with light. The Director, a beautiful brown-haired woman, was laying back into a leather chair, naked save for a pair of torn stockings, her long legs splayed apart and her feet resting atop the heavy desk. The woman's full lips were pulled back as her teeth ground together, her breath coming only in short pants. Her left hand was fondling her left breast while the right viciously tweaked the nipple of the other breast, eliciting a short cry of ecstasy.

But the redhead's tall stature afforded her another view: partially hidden by the desk, a head of short blonde hair could be seen moving up and down as a pointed pink tongue traced circles around the glistening folds of the Director's bright red snatch, the source of the loud slurping noise she had heard.

The blonde head began to lick more slowly, tracing each fold of the Director's pussy and her breaths became shorter and shorter. Then the blonde nibbled the Director's engorged clit and with one shriek of pure pleasure, her body spasmed as she came, splattering the blonde's face with gobs of thick pussy juice. A second shriek soon followed as the person hidden beneath the desk also orgasmed, splattering the floor with more fluids.

The brown-haired woman's tongue lolled wildly and her head rocked from side to side as the warm afterglow of her climax slowly faded. Smiling down at the head that was now resting gently against her pelvis, she reached out and petted it gently as one would with a faithful dog, then suddenly pushed, as the blonde head disappeared entirely under the desk with a yelp of surprise.

Recovering a pair of thin framed glasses from her desk, the brown-haired woman pulled her chair closer to the desk and folded her hands over it expectantly.

Apparently taking no notice of her nudity, she looked up at the redhead who had remained frozen in the center of the room through the whole affair.

"Yes Marishka, what is it?" the woman asked. Her voice was soft but carried surprising strength and authority that contrasted with her lack of clothing.

Marishka was panting somewhat heavily and her face was flushed, obviously affected by the magnificent spectacle that she had just witnessed. Swallowing, she managed to find her voice.

“I…I have the report you uh, requested Madam D-Director.” She stuttered as she approached the desk and passed a plastic binder to the still nude woman. Though she tried to focus on the binder as it exchanged hands, Marishka could not help but steal a glance at the other woman's breasts. Though smaller than her own, the other woman's breasts were rounded and firm, capped with pink nipples pierced by stainless steel barbells. Once again the redhead's skirt stretched, forming a taut tent of fabric by h

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