Helena put on her clothes and wiped off all that sticky semen from the girl. She could feel a lot of it churning in her insides—heavy, warm, thick, and obscene...
This was the power of the Futanaris. They were one of the three fertility goddesses: humans whose genes had been corrected to create beings that rape their enemies. Their alluring feminine form was just a trap. The poor creature they rape is forced into pregnancy; the cells of its body specialize on their own and create a womb ready for conception. They pump female hormones into its body, gradually turning it into a female even if it was male, and it even makes females more beautiful. Helena said:
"Don't worry, I didn't intend to ruin your body and make you pregnant."
The girl felt relieved, as she didn't know where that baby would come out from. Pregnancy in this world is a reflection of the parents' intentions—any dominant desire would cause the child's birth, so there's no need for contraceptives.
The girl put on her clothes too. Her father, upon hearing their footsteps, fled through the door.
Helena asked the girl as they were on their way back:
"What's your name?"
"Layla, and you, my lady?"
"Helena."
After a while, Helena arrived at her apartment, exhausted from the long walk. She bid Layla goodbye and collapsed onto the bed... After resting from the fatigue, she began trying to read those papers, which were in their language, with some in English. At the bottom of the stack of papers, she found the name of a company or organization known as GAPI, addressed to her as the bearer of spiritual number 6, along with an introductory booklet.
"GAPI is an international organization whose mission is to intervene in supernatural activities, with several branches around the world...
The important part is the salary...
Salaries vary between different human updates and different ranks and specializations, with a bonus for spiritual number 6 amounting to six times the salary of Prototypes. The salary system gives spiritual number 6 six times the minimum wage, and our organization GAPI doubles this increase by 125% because military sectors demand this update intensely. Of course, this is without counting additions related to your specialization, promotions, and the rare gender of fertility goddesses..."
That was tempting for Helena. She decided to register in the intervention forces rank. The master's degree she holds adds realistic specializations to that type of intervention...
The admission tests were in two days. The day here has 36 hours. Mark didn't know if the time was enough to review Helena's lessons and collect her government certificates.
Suddenly, with her sixth sense, Helena felt someone sitting near her apartment door... The shape of her body was familiar; she hadn't even knocked on the door...
Helena peeked outside the door. It was Layla. Her face was covered in several bruises and wounds, her eye swollen, her hair messy, her clothes tattered and torn.
She knelt on the ground, saying:
"I'm so sorry for the disturbance."
"What happened to you!?"
She replied, bursting into tears:
"My father beat me and kicked me out of the house... and... I have nowhere to go... P-please, will you let me stay with you? I'll pay the rent or do whatever you want with me. Consider me your servant, just let me live with you. It's so cold outside, please, my goddess."
Her miserable state aroused Helena's lust, but she tried to ignore it and said with flushed cheeks:
"Okay, come in before anyone sees you."
The girl entered, and Helena said:
"You're dirty; you need a bath."
Helena's apartment is equipped with gas pipes used for lighting, cooking, and heating water. Helena said:
"Come on, let's bathe together. I need a bath too."
They took off their clothes and entered. Layla was tense under the shower from Helena's penis, which she grabbed and began cleaning her body as if cleaning a small child. Helena's erect penis reflected what was going on in her intentions. Layla got encouraged and started washing Helena's penis too—or rather, milking it with both hands. Helena stopped, moaning and biting her finger in embarrassment. Her penis rose and hardened. Layla increased her speed and opened her mouth in front of it. Suddenly, a full gallon of warm semen hit her face. Then, with semen covering her face, she said with an innocent laugh:
"Hehe, its milk never ends."
Helena said:
"Don't do it again without my permission."
She gave her clothes from those that fit Helena's body before it was updated. She looked cleaner now; the dirt and chimney soot were gone.
Helena took advantage of Layla's experience and spent the day with her moving between government buildings— no time for rest—and at home reviewing those lessons.
She noticed a feature in her update: there are 3 types of memory—short-term memory, long-term memory, and programmable memories.
When activating this type of memory, time slows down in her perception, and the scene is recorded like a video tape. It's an exclusive feature in her update.
She used it to record as much information as she could and slept with Layla in the same bed. Helena wore short black pants and a white shirt as pajamas. She slept and hugged Layla like a stuffed doll. Layla felt Helena's warm penis coming out of her pants and touching her leg, and she was all anxious that she might suddenly decide to drill her ass with it. Helena extended her hand to Layla's vagina and began caressing it and inserting her fingers.
On the last day, Layla's body became more beautiful and feminine, and all those bruises healed. On the other hand, Helena went with Layla to pick up her papers and completed her studies all day, then slept with Layla as usual. But this time, Helena tried to shove her penis into Layla's vagina:
"What are you doing, my lady?!"
"Weren't you preparing?"
"For what... Ah, this hurts."
"You won't live here for free."
Helena increased her force in pushing her excited penis.
"Please no, I'm sorry... I'll leave."
"And the rent? This is the rent price. If you widened your passages, it would be easier."
"No, my lady, I'm a prototype. I won't handle yours, please no."
The head of Helena's penis entered. Layla was surprised, but soon the rest surged behind it in a fraction of a second, and Helena covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.
Layla's body began to shake, but Helena showed no mercy and continued pushing. It didn't all go in...
"Nooo, I'll die."
Helena didn't care and saw her huge penis entering through her belly. Layla's vagina stretched, and suddenly Helena's penis went deeper—it entered her womb... Layla's eyes rolled back as she nearly lost consciousness. Then Helena began pushing more, stretching her womb. Layla's flesh was stretched to the limit until Helena's penis reached near her heart; she felt its pulse. Helena started demolishing the poor girl's body with all her strength. The violent sound of her collision with her flesh shook the room's walls, and Layla's pitiful screams were loud, so Helena closed her mouth. She raped that vagina, and with every thrust, Layla reached orgasm, trembled, and peed on herself over and over.
Then suddenly, Helena pushed her penis with all she had, entering deep into Layla, and released gallons of semen with full force until the semen exploded out of Layla's vagina. Helena wasn't satisfied and continued demolishing her all night. Her belly swelled to multiples of a naturally pregnant woman's size. Then she left her to fall on the ground and went to sleep.
The third day, the night still draped with its delicate curtains. Helena stands in the cold air. The streets are empty, people asleep. Alone, she walks. Upon reaching the main street, she took a taxi and headed to the main headquarters of GAPI's branch for the state of Taured, located outside the city. She saw groups of candidates heading to the headquarters, which was originally the size of a city.
In front of that metal gate, people stood with various updates and spiritual numbers—all equal. In fact, some were taller than her, and she even spotted some fertility goddesses with red eyes, and some had strange eye colors like purple and shiny gold. The number of people was in the thousands, all aspiring for an international job whose positions don't exceed a thousand in the end. She wasn't special in any way here.
She leaned against the wall, waiting for the gate to open, which was five meters high and ten meters wide, while reviewing what she had learned.
Suddenly, the bell rang. People gathered to enter, and Helena was among the first to go in. The groups split according to specialization, with orders to hand over any communication device. Helena left hers at home—no one would call anyway. The girl next to her spoke:
"I hope we finish early."
Helena looked at her. Her gender was also a fertility goddess, with red eyes that Helena glimpsed behind a curtain of black hair hiding her face. The girl's eyes were shiny red, her hair black, tied in two braids in front:
"Why?"
"Is this your first time?"
"Yes."
"These people's tests can last until late hours of the night."
Another person with sky-blue eyes spoke:
"I heard last year they continued until 3 AM."
"Of course, look at all these people. I hope they finish early."
The girl replied:
"I don't care when they finish. What really matters to me is finding a taxi to go back home.
By the way, what's your spiritual number?"
Helena replied:
"Six."
"You're accepted 1000% even if you don't do well in the tests. Just relax ."
"I think you're the only one with number six."
"No, there are ten others besides her. I've seen them. Anyway, hehe [sly laugh] Have you reviewed any of your lessons?"
"Haha, I'm basically looking for someone to cheat from."
"Wow, the drowning clinging to the drowning... And you, hectotype girl, have..."
"Shhhhhh."
One of the soldiers scolded them, then the rows were distributed to the rooms, announcing the start of the selection tests.