Accidental Profits (size, extreme penetration, size, multiple, size, a little futa)

Story by chironathome

Thanks to Sius (www.releasedreactions.co.uk) for inspiring me to get off my ass and write this story... it has been floating around his site for a few years - but after some cajoling to get more stories together I thought I would collect them here on FP. I will probably pop them on HF and anywhere else I posted Dog and Pony. This was written a few years ago and needed a bit of extensive tidying up. I cannot believe how poorly written it was in areas. I will try and do the same with another story or two as well over the next few days if you lot are okay with it?

I would not really class this as a futa story although it does include them it is not the focus of the story.

Thanks to those authors and artists who take the time to do what they do and for providing inspiration. Especially AlwaysCocked (over on the BDSM library) – hopefully one day I will write as well as you – the PCA idea in this was his from “Layover” (read it). Superior for the morphs from heaven. Doug Winger for starting my on the road to weirdness... I hate you!

Accidental Profits

Tammi stifled a yawn and shifted in her seat. These interminable board meetings left her cold at the best of times. Being responsible for VW Genetech’s Greater European marketing meant that she had switched off when HR starting talking about retention policy, the holo-display showing animated graphs that bored her to tears.

She thought back to when she started at the company, 22 years ago, it had been a rapid rise to power, but at each step she felt sidelined from the initial attraction to the multinational. In her bright young days, she had been inspired to join VW Genetech due to their “eXtreme BodModz” where they catered to the growing Furry community; tails, fur, scales, extra breasts. Later as the technology progressed they added more radical mods; digigrade legs, hooves and for the daring some extra limbs or genitalia. She had led a very successful marketing campaign highlighting these new product lines and they had sold well, better than the original estimates, but they were never going to be mass market.

Promotion was fast in arriving for her, she had helped VW Genetech corner the market in these new types of modification, managing to stay one step ahead of the competition. Over time their patents were leased, competitive techniques were mastered and the technology became cheaper. Their stranglehold on the market waned and it became a background task. VW Genetech was like every other multinational now; average, mediocre, catering to the largest demographic… grey.

The only cutting edge stuff happening these days was happening in the black market bod-mod shops. Chiba had a rich line in black-mods catering to the fetish crowd with a desire for the one off, crazy, barely legal wetware – and that was the stuff that was public knowledge. The occasional badly destroyed remains revealed evidence that there were some highly illegal bod-mod shops out there catering to the whims of a very perverse and rich clientele.

All this fed the scream-sheets; tales of abduction and torture that so captivated a large portion of the tabloid reading audience. In the 1800’s it was “Jack the Ripper”, in the 1900’s it was “communism and nuclear war”, at the turn of the millennia it was “paedophiles, fundamentalists and terrorists”, these days “bod-mod snatchers, engineered pandemics & bio-horrors”. Every generation has its bogey-men and this one was no different.

The tone of the meeting had changed suddenly. No one was talking, slight agitation was in the air. Tammi’s line of thought was broken. She looked around trying to not make it obvious her attention had lapsed. Tom, the Greater Europe Director of Business Operations was leading two people into the boardroom.

As the guests sat, the lights dimmed, blinds closed, white noise generators activated, external data links were severed – the room was in it’s high security mode. Something big was going down – that was obvious.

Taking a better look at the guests she recognised one; Sanada Ito, her Pan-Asian marketing counterpart, he was usually based in Tokyo. The other person was a woman of Asian decent but looked Chinese rather than Japanese like Ito-san.

“Thank you for agreeing to extend this meeting, Hans. I would like to introduce Mei Ying, our Pan-Asian Group manager and Sanada Ito, her marketing director for the region”

Tom gestured to the pair.

“As I am sure you are now aware, we are security lockdown mode here and everything from now on is of the highest commercial confidentiality. Until we have a clear indication of how we are going to proceed globally, all discussions and communications on the subject will be conducted using SC1 protocols. Am I clear?”

Everyone was paying rapt attention and nodded agreement. Tammi could not recall when security had been this tight, she also knew she would have to kiss goodbye to any sense of privacy while the SC1 p

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