WARNING: Extended satirical material in this comedic fiction story may strike some readers as vulgar, offensive, prurient, or (worst of all) serious. It's satire. Please adjust your expectations and interpretations accordingly. We mean no offense whatsoever.
A Hard Day's Night 4
Paola opened her eyes, the memories of yesterday's adventures echoed in her mind. She suppressed them as she got up and looked at her body. She was still her former self, but after what happened at the water park her sack looked deflated, the two orbs visible through the smooth skin. Paola knew that her body was working overtime to get them full again, "Can't you take el dia de descanso?" she mumbled to herself.
Remembering her ride on the train, Paola called a futa-cab and got ready for a day at work. This time Paola only needed a van to get around, and she thanked God for the lower price...
The words on the signboard shined brightly as the sun reflected off them, "Futanari Immigration Control". Paola loved her work, she was only a clerk behind a desk, but found it very interesting to supervise over incoming futanari. She was curious as to what the world had to offer. Paola walked towards the building, taking note of how easy it was to walk with an empty sack, she felt like she was walking on the moon.
Coming to the door she waved to the guard, "Good morning Silvia, how are you?" She shot at the woman.
"Great Paola, someone's looking lighter today, had fun last night?" Silvia referred to her balls.
"Ahmmm," Paola mumbled a little, "It was... necessary..." she dodged the question hastily and went inside. Another reason why Paola loved was that the whole building was designed to accommodate the biggest futanari in the world. The elevator was the perfect example, the doors were 17 feet wide, far bigger than Paola ever needed. They were created for the bigger girls than her. As the doors slide open, the huge space inside is well lit and cooled. The elevator is bigger than Paola's room and she easily shuffles inside, her sack dragging softly behind her. Paola loved the fact that she didn't need to cram inside, people hardly think how hard it is for a girl like her to move vertically. If she took the stairs she would be out of breath and dripping with sweat, exhausted from logging her balls behind her. Escalators were also a very bad choice, her skin would get caught up in the spaces between stairs and that hurts like hell and Paola even needed a few stitches once. Elevators were her only option, and not the tiny two men elevator variety either, she needed something that fitted at least three men, even that was a tight squeeze.
As the doors began to close a loud alarm sounded, Paola panicked at first but immediately came down. It was a regular thing with this elevator, a signal to let people know the doors were moving. After all, No one wanted her appendage caught in the closing doors. A split second before the doors closed a thin cockhead appeared and the doors receded into their sockets in a split second, another safety feature. Paola looked outside and saw Miranda, a co-worker of hers. Miranda was a natural wonder in Paola's life, she owned the longest penis in the country, over 20 feet long, the thin rope was a wonder, thinner than Paola's. The cock slithered on the floor as Miranda walked in. Aside from her cock, Miranda was a rather plain girl, her chest was flat and her hair a buzzcut of black. The doors closed behind her.
"Hi Paola, how are you doing?" She asked inquisitively.
"I'm okay Mir, everything is okay, and you?" Paola wondered politely.
"You know, just finishing a shift, nothing special, no extraordinary arrivals." Miranda summarized, she hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Say, your ballsack is a lot smaller, isn't it? Someone had fun last night, didn't she?"
Paola couldn't help it, she blushed like a tomato. "Ahhh... Well..." She tried to fill the time. Lucky for her the doors just opened and she stormed out of the elevator, "Got to run!" she exclaimed as she set off. Paola ran along the hallways, taking dangerous turns. A flashing red sign popped out of the ceiling, "Please slow down, you will not be able to stop." This was another safety measure they installed in the building, and this time because of Paola herself.
Years ago, when Paola just got the job she made a mistake and pissed off the wrong client. Paola ended up running for her life through the building. Unlike today, Paola was very full back then, and she saw the oncoming girl but just couldn't stop because of the momentum of her sack. That girl turned out to be an extreme grower and Paola set her off. In seconds, the skinny girl grew a gargantuan cock and security needed to intervene. Since that day, every futa in the building who starts running triggers the system and a sign is displayed in the girl's path like Paola saw.
Feeling Miranda was far enough away Paola slowed herself down. It was a gradual process, but after a few yards she came to a holt. Walking slowly so the alarm won't start again, Paola made her way to the immigration office, checking every corner to make sure she won't be asked about yesterday's events again. It took her a little while, but she finally almost reached her station. Just one more office and she was ready for her shift, it was not just any office, it was The Office. This office belonged to Veronica, Paola's boss. Paola decided on a tactic, she quietly tiptoed across the open door, hoping not to arouse Veronica's attention. Step by step she cleared the door, now only her sack remained. Immeasurably careful, Paola dragged the hefty blob, making sure not to hit anything. Paola made just one mistake, one false move, she miscalculated the new weight of her balls.
With a loud clank of metal, Paola pushed a silver vase off a table and onto the floor. Paola cringed, hoping her boss didn't notice the extremely loud clatter...
"Paola, could you please come into my office?" a voice came from the cubical, Veronica's voice.
Paola stopped in her tracks, she knew it would be a nightmare to walk backwards with her sack. Slowly, she walked around it until she was before Veronica's office, it was a huge room, everything in it was made of mahogany wood, it was Veronica's favourite. In her chair, veronica was looking at Paola, her face was a little pointy, with brown eyes and a warm smile, everything was framed by a veil of shoulder-length black hair that gradually shifted to a pale red. This, however, wasn't Veronica's most notable feature, her breasts were gargantuan, bigger than the girls at The White Wave. It was obviously covered by a shirt, but everyone knew what the thin girl was hiding below the fabric of her shirt.
"Yes veronica, how can I help you today?" Paola asked politely.
"I see you had some fun last night," Veronica pointed out, as if Paola didn't notice. It made her blush, "I wanted to talk to you about your work Paola, I would offer you come in but I don't think you'll fit in my office... I want you to be especially picky today, Okay?"
"I am always picky Veronica, can't let everyone into our lovely country..." Paola tried to protest.
"I'm sure you are," Veronica said and pulled out a piece of paper, "the average for our office is 13 rejections in one shift, you are a little below that," Paola nodded in agreement, "you only rejected one futa over the last two weeks, and she turned out to be extremely radioactive..."
"Yeah, I know. The Geiger counter went wild and the lead wall popped up." Paola admitted.
"I want you to pay extra attention today, Paola, don't mess up our great country..." Veronica gave Paola the eye.
"I won't," Paola brushed it off and started walking to her post. It was a very basic desk with a few stumps, a LED screen, a pen and blank papers. Paola loved her post because the office adjusted it especially for her. One of Paola's biggest wishes was to sit on a chair, it was impossible with her balls and, most of the time, she resorted to leaning back and using them as beanbags. Next to her desk was a special chair, a marvel of engineering in Paola's mind, it was a crane with a flexible arm that ended with a seat that looked like a horseshoe. Paola walked over and positioned the flexible machine behind and under her ass until she felt it was perfectly aligned. With a press of a button, the machine became rigid and Paola leaned all her weight on the chair. She turned the screen on and smiled to herself, "Let's get this fiesta started."
The procedure was rather simple, Paola would receive an applicant, find if they have any criminal background or association with a hostile organization through their passport. Next a quick interview, and in they go. Paola's job is to handle futanari immigrants, since she herself was a futanari herself she had no problem accommodating their needs.
She lifted her gaze to the line for her station and signalled the first girl to approach. She had short, black hair and a skinny figure but nothing stood out in her appearance.
"Welcome, ID and papers please," Paola requested, the girl handed Paola the papers. Paola looked at them and saw nothing was special about them, "Siena?" Paola asked, waiting to see if the girl responded to the name.
"Yes, nice to meet you," she answered back. Next, Paola typed her details into the computer to see if anything came up, the computer said she was clean.
"Siena, do you mind telling me what is the purpose of your business here?" Paola wondered.
"I came here to meet my girlfriend, she lives here,"
"Are you sure you are a futanari?" Paola wondered for a moment, "Oh, well, have a pleasant visit" Paola admitted her in and signed her papers.
