AUTHOR'S NOTE: First story I've written in a long time. Constructive criticism is always welcomed. I put this in the Sci-fi/fantasy category, because I think it fits best here. I realize that it could also fit into several others like non-consent/reluctance though.
Enjoy
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The year is 2129. Earth had been united under a single government. Overpopulation and exploitation of natural resources has left the population in poverty. It is in this setting, that one man gets a job...
I was excited. It was rare to have a job right out of high school, and God knows that I couldn't afford college with were 3 billion other people trying to get in. I had never heard of this company before I applied. Like everyone else, I must have applied for over a thousand jobs and expected to get zero offers. However, I was lucky, or so I thought. This one company, Reformed Dairy Penal Zone, offered me a job as a security guard.
I thought it was strange that I was being offered a job as a security guard when I had pretty much no experiences or skills that would make me a good candidate for the job. It was no surprise to me that is was for a penal facility though. In this economy, the government and its sponsored companies were by far the biggest employers.
I was about 6 feet tall, brown hair, pretty well built, but no body builder. Regardless of my skill sets, I wasn't going to turn down a job in this economy.
When I reported to work, I was surprised to see what looked like a prison on the outskirts of town. After the Criminal Reform Acts of 2089, all prisons had been shut down, criminals were now sent to penal colonies or reform centers. I figured this place must have been repurposed, and I wondered, not for the first time, what it was they did here. And how could a it be a dairy when it was on the outskirts of town?
When I reached the gate of the outer wall, I gave my name to the guards at the gate and was buzzed in. I was then escorted into one of the buildings in the compound, and ushered into a small office. The man behind the desk in the office motioned for me to sit down.
"You must be Mike," he said. "My name is Tom, I guess I am what you can call the human resources director here. You are probably wondering several things. Namely, what is it we do here, and why were you chosen for this job."
"I am," I replied.
"Well before I can tell you that, and officially give you the job, you have to sign these documents," Tom said sliding some papers forward. "They are quite lengthy documents. You are welcome to read them, but if your prefer I can also summarize them for you."
I took one look at the thick stacks of paper and front of me full of confusing legal jargon and said, "Please, just summarize them for me"
"Well, essentially, they say that the work you will be doing here, and things that you will see, are highly confidential. If you tell anyone about what goes on here, you will face penalties. Same goes for any major violation of our rules."
"Sounds fair to me. Where do I sign?"
After I had signed and initialed in the appropriate places, Tom spoke up again.
"I will start by telling you why you were chosen for the job. First, this place is not difficult to guard with modern security technology. We do not need highly trained professionals or strength men here. Second, your test scores show that you are above average intelligence. We don't look for dumb street thugs who will run their mouths at the first chance they get. It's a bad deal for all involved.
"As for what we do here, well, that's a more complicated question. The first thing you should know, is that we produce dairy products, and the vast majority of the workers here are former convicted criminals. You see, after the Reform Acts of '89, the government became desperate to supply convicts not eligible for counseling or reform school with work that would be cost effective in an already terrible economy, and keep them safely away from the average law-abiding citizen, of course. This is a small part of the solution. The prisoners we are sent are ones sentenced for life from all around the world. They are mostly female. As I said this is always so hard to explain. So I think I should just show you." Tom pressed the intercom button on his desk. "Send it in," he said into the intercom.
A few seconds later, a door behind his desk opened. I heard a man shout, "Get in there, cow!" and heard a small, feminine cry.
What came through the door took my breath away.
At first, I thought it was a woman with huge, basketball sized breasts, with some of the longest nipples I had ever seen. Then I looked down and saw what I eventually identified as male genitals locked in a clear plastic chastity device. Even though it was constrained in the cock cage, I could tell the penis was huge, it was at least 8 inches. The balls, too, were huge almost the size of baseballs.
In confusion I looked at Tom.
"Your confusion is understandable," he said. "This is what we call a Humanoid Futanari Cow. Or, as we prefer to call them, FutaCows. I know this is hard to take in, but try to pay attention to what I tell you. This cow in front of you was once a normal human who committed a crime. Whatever her crime, the judge saw fit to give her a life sentence of labour. She was then determined to be a good candidate for our program. She was sent to us here with a small group of other criminals and then transformed into what she, or rather it, is now. I will explain how the transformation works shortly.
"Since it is these animal you will be guarding, I should explain some of their anatomy. As you see, the transformation gives them above average breasts. Huge boobs, actually. These utters produce large quantities of milk, which is what we ultimately sell to the public, though we say its regular cow milk, which it pretty much is, it just comes from the Futas. Anyways, obviously, they also carry both male and female genitals."
At this, Tom lifted the cow's dick and balls to show me the cow's vagina and engorged clitoris. As Tom handled it's genitals, the woman-man-cow, whatever it was, gave off a long moam.
Tom ignored the cow and continued. "Both genitals are functional, to an extent. After the change, the cows no longer menstruate. They vagina is still capable of getting aroused like a normal human, except orgasm is only possible for them through the penis. Actually their vaginas are ten times more sensitive than a normal human's, same with the ass and cock. The penis, however does produce a certain sort of semen during orgasm. The Futa's cannot get pregnant or impregnate anyone else, but their seed still has it's uses- I'll show you that later. We keep them in penile chastity for two reason's. The first is because it seems to increase milk production when they are unable to orgasm. It is the opposite with vaginal and anal stimulation, the more they get of that, the more milk they put out. Data shows that the hornier and more frustrated they are, the higher the output of milk. The second reason, well follow me and I'll show you."
