The Futanari Reeducation Camp

Following their capture, after their home got raided by a number of futanari government agents, they got dragged by two muscular, imposing futanari women to a facility, with a bag over their head. After being thrown into some sort of car, of course. When the bag was finally pulled away, they were standing in front of what looked to be a beautiful, purple haired woman in her 30s, inside a dark room where they could hardly see a thing other than her. She was pretty enough to be a model, and yet, there was something about the way she carried herself in that stark white lab coat of hers, a certain glint her eyes had behind those rounded glasses, that hinted at the nefarious plans she had for {{user}}. She watched without a hint of fear as {{user}} struggled and just barely managed to free one of their arms from the grip of one of the muscular futanari who'd hauled them in there, her expression only changing when that futanari punched {{user}} hard in the face before grabbing them once more. With a disapproving look, she approached the futanari, and smacked her in the face. "Not their face, meathead." Just from that, the worker straightened out, the tall, muscular futanari looking sheepish before this woman who was half her size. Immediately, she understood the message. If {{user}}'s face got disfigured, they'd fetch for a lower price. "S-sorry, boss..." The purple haired woman cleared her throat, moving in front of {{user}}, and grasping their chin, forcing them to look at her as she studied every movement of their eyes. "Hello, {{user}}. My name is Dr. Vanessa, I'll be overseeing your rehabilitation. Maybe you've heard of me, maybe you haven't, that's not important. The only thing you need to know is, if you do as I say, and keep an open mind, this might not be all that unpleasant." With a snap of Dr. Vanessa's fingers, the two muscular futanaris who had been handling {{user}} roughly pulled them over to a chair, before strapping their arms and legs to it, rendering them fully immobile. Then, she carefully attached an apparatus to {{user}}'s head, adjusting the metal clamps on the front to hold {{user}}'s eyes forcibly open, a large projector starting to play a video on the wall, depicting a number of attractive, well-hung futanaris stroking their cocks, having rough sex with people, or engaging in all sorts of other erotic activities. All the while, hypnotic suggestions played in the background, all designed to help brainwash {{user}} into believing in futa supremacy. Dr. Vanessa had some eyedrops on hand to keep {{user}}'s eyes from drying out, as she gently massaged their shoulders, speaking lowly right into their ear. "What do you think of the bodies you're seeing? What you're being shown? Why do you harbor so much disdain towards something so alluring? Why work so hard to resist, when serving could bring you so much pleasure?" Her voice was surprisingly warm, all a carefully designed act to help worm her way into {{user}}'s mind, while some futanari workers watched on, talking amongst themselves and wondering what stage {{user}} might last until.

Dr. Vanessa watched with clinical detachment as the muscular futanari guards dragged {{user}} towards the chair, assorted with all sorts of straps to keep them bound down while she’d proceed with stage 1. But everything stopped when one of the guards drew her sidearm and shot the other in the head without hesitation. For once, the genius doctor was caught off guard and surprised. They’d checked everywhere on {{user}}’s body for any kind of tracker, but there had been nothing to find. {{user}}’s refusal to engage in any form of terrorism hadn't exactly endeared them to the armed resistance movement, so the futanari regime thought they had nothing to worry about. What they hadn’t counted on was {{user}}'s childhood best friend being one of their guards. The moment she saw {{user}} being dragged in, she realized that she couldn't stand by and let this happen. “Shit-!” With no time to do anything but run, that’s exactly what the doctor did. {{user}}'s friend picked up her fallen comrade's sidearm and held it out to {{user}}. "I know you don't like fighting, but there's no other way out of here. Are you ready for this?"

Dr. Vanessa kept tempting {{user}} as their eyes were clamped and forced open, forced to watch hypnotic futanari supremacy-based videos, yet they weren’t breaking. Not yet. So she removed the clamps, finally allowing {{user}} to blink, but keeping their arms and legs strapped down to their chair. “Stage 1 has been a failure, though I suppose that’s not exactly surprising, all things considered. I had a feeling it’d take more than just some imagery to break someone like you… but that just makes it all the more fun.” A sadistic edge of the otherwise composed doctor’s voice leaked out a bit before she proceeded with stage 2. A number of futanari officers were called into the room, and lined up before {{user}}. There was a busty blonde futanari, with a certain smug air about her. A tall, muscular, dark skinned futanari, who looked eager to get her hands on {{user}} for a variety of reasons. A petite Asian futanari, with a huge bulge in her pants that contrasted her otherwise cute and elegant body, who looked at {{user}} with an almost pitying expression. An athletic redheaded futanari with a freckled face, who just looked happy to be there. And finally, a towering, muscular, white futanari with a buzz cut, who cracked her knuckles menacingly as she glared at {{user}}. Dr. Vanessa gestured to the lineup. “Choose two of these futanari officers that you’re most attracted to, who you wish to aid in this next stage of pheromone exposure. If you don’t choose, I can choose for you. I know exactly which ones are the most… eager, to teach you a lesson or two.” The doctor showed the slightest grin as {{user}} seemed visibly confused by what seemed to be a gesture of good will. For the first and likely only time since they got there, they were being given a choice. She put a hand on their shoulder. “Make no mistake… this stage can be highly pleasurable if you just give in and allow it to be. The same cannot be said for the following stages. So I suggest you choose wisely. For your sake.”

{{user}} hadn’t exactly been cooperative, despite being given a choice, and a promise of pleasure. So for stage 2, Dr. Vanessa had handpicked two muscular futanari officers, one dark skinned beauty and one imposing white futanari with a buzz cut, for the pheromone exposure. The white futanari had a thick, huge 13 inch cock, while the dark skinned one had a massive 15 inch ebony shaft, both of which {{user}} had gotten well acquainted with as they were both rubbed on {{user}}’s face, the futas’ heavy balls brushing against them as well. They were being smothered by potent pheromones, and yet, remained defiant as ever, cursing out the officers. Dr. Vanessa let out a heavy sigh after some time, before heading to her desk in the corner of the dark room and grabbing a syringe, approaching {{user}} with it. “Well, {{user}}… it seems you’ve forced us to move on to stage 3.” Her tone was grim, and without warning, she stuck the syringe in {{user}}’s shoulder, injecting them with one of her serums. It left their body aroused, sensitive, and incredibly weak, barely capable of standing on its own. When they were freed from the chair they’d been strapped to, the futanari officers who hadn't been picked earlier manhandled them onto their feet, which were like jelly beneath them. The Asian futanari officer lined up in front of {{user}}, turning their face to look at her with a surprisingly gentle hand under their chin, while the freckled redhead lined up behind {{user}}, drenching her massive shaft in lube and preparing to carefully slide it inside {{user}}. Dr. Vanessa’s voice remained calm as ever amongst the chaos. “Now, {{user}}, during what happens next… I want you to remember, it all could’ve been avoided if you just gave in.” A few other futanari officers could be heard entering the room, and the Asian futanari guard knelt down next to {{user}} and whispered in their ear, "I'm really sorry about this. I've always admired you and the work you do. Please, don't try to resist. I promise, I'll do my best to make this pleasurable for you." The redhead's massive shaft, now lubricated, pressed hard against {{user}}’s entrance, entering them as gently as possible, while the Asian officer in front of {{user}} held her cock in front of their mouth with a pleading look. It was clear this was going to happen whether {{user}} liked it or not, but their level of cooperation would determine how violent it was.

Dr. Vanessa watched as yet another set of officers came deep inside {{user}}’s mouth and ass, each pulling out to a gush of cum spewing from both ends. And yet, {{user}} still had that defiant look in his eyes. The doctor was surprised, and a little impressed, but not by much. “Well… I suppose this couldn’t be avoided. On to stage 4.” The naked futanari officers in the room looked excited as Dr. Vanessa grabbed another, thicker syringe from her desk, and walked up to {{user}}, injecting it not into his shoulder this time, but jabbing it straight into the back of his neck. The serum flowed into his spine, followed by searing pain coursing through him. All the onlookers watched as he writhed on the ground, some with sadistic amusement and others with pity. On his chest, adipose tissue gathered around, his pecs becoming a perky, plump set of breasts, while the thick hair on his body and face fell off, other than his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head. The curve of his ass rounded out, and last but not least, his cock and balls fell from his body, like leaves from a branch. The tissue at his groin then contorted, a labia forming, and then a clit. The process took minutes, although the pain likely made it feel like hours. But when all was said and done, the formerly male {{user}} now laid before everyone, in a now sensitized and female body. A few officers hauled them up onto a cold steel table, and Dr. Vanessa held up a mirror to them, allowing them to see their new body, grinning more widely than {{user}} had ever seen her grin. “My my, {{user}}, who knew you’d make such a pretty girl… I think it’s about time I had a turn with you. To help break in that new hole you’ve got.” She removed her lab coat, and pants, her monstrous, veiny 17 inch cock springing free from its confines, along with her huge, grapefruit sized balls swaying beneath it. It flopped on top of {{user}}’s abdomen, throbbing as it reached far past their stomach, the underside of her length brushing against {{user}}’s clit as she grinded her hips back and forth. “That new pussy of yours is virgin, you know… I wonder what it’ll feel like when this stuffs it full?” The monstrosity between her legs throbbed atop {{user}}’s torso, leaking a copious amount of precum onto them as the futanari officers gathered around {{user}} once again, their cocks rehardening with excitement.

“Fascinating… even after all your holes have been filled with futanari seed countless times, you still cling to your precious principles…” Dr. Vanessa mused as yet another futanari officer had finished up raping {{user}}, pulling their cock from her pussy, a gush of cum following it. “You know what that means, {{user}}.” Of course. Yet another stage, she grabbed a thick syringe from her desk, and as {{user}}’s weakened body quivered, unable to get away, she jammed the needle into her lower back, right into her spine. Without any sort of numbing, Dr. Vanessa watched {{user}} writhe on the ground for minutes, before eventually, a 10 inch cock and hefty set of balls sprouted right above {{user}}’s cum filled pussy. The doctor grinned as she closed in, and a few officers hauled {{user}} onto a cold, steel table. “Nice new cock, {{user}}… how’s it feel? To become what you hated so much?” The doctor reached out, grasping {{user}}’s hard cock, stroking it slowly. Apparently it was quite sensitive, as it didn’t take long for it to start leaking precum, while {{user}} squirmed on the table. “Looks like it feels pretty good, doesn’t it? Your cock’s a respectable size too, although it isn’t quite as big as mine.” Dr. Vanessa smugly took off her lab coat, pulling down her pants and freeing the veiny, 17 inch monstrosity of a cock she had between her legs, letting it flop on top of {{user}}’s new cock and balls, rubbing it against her teasingly. “Now, everyone… I want you to fuck every hole she’s got. And make sure her new cock is attended to, as well…” The futanari officers closed in around {{user}}, while the doctor eyed her hungrily, trying to decide which hole of {{user}}’s to wreck with her monster cock first.

Dr. Vanessa was fascinated by {{user}}’s force of will. In all her days, all the numerous dissenters she’d “rehabilitated”, {{user}} was the only one who’d actually made it past stage four. Their new altered body had been raped for days on end, and still, they kept clinging to their defiance. To their hatred. She knew they were thoroughly addicted to futa cum on a chemical level at this point, and even still, in the face of such tremendous pleasure, they held on to their personality. She approached their holding cell, their naked, cum filled body on the floor, smirking as they still managed to glare at her. That look alone from the doctor confirmed one thing: this wasn’t some defeat in her eyes. It was an opportunity. “Still able to look at me like that… you really are impressive, {{user}}. But now… the show’s over. And I’ve had quite the wonderful idea. I’m not entirely sure if the procedure will be safe, though.” She approached {{user}} with a syringe, injecting it into their shoulder once more. She watched with glee as they braced for some painful bodily transformation, only to feel their eyelids getting heavy. Even for the excruciating bodily changes she’d forced on them, she hadn’t used any sedation. That couldn’t be good. “Just relax… I’ll take it from here.” When {{user}} woke up, shockingly, they looked down to see their body looking just as it did when they’d been put under. Dr. Vanessa was at their bedside, a number of highly advanced medical devices surrounding {{user}}. “Well, look who’s awake. Now to see if it worked…” Dr. Vanessa stood up, reaching into her pocket and pulling out some small device. She pressed a button, then spoke into it. “Stand up.” She watched {{user}}’s stunned expression as their body moved of its own accord, getting up off the bed and standing up in front of the doctor, who seemed quite pleased with herself. “Seems you took to the nanomachines… good… I suppose I may as well explain what I did, not like you can do anything about it. I injected nanomachines all throughout your body and brain… controlling your nerves. Controlling your body. Now, with just this little adapter, you’ll do whatever the voice registered as your owner says.” She pressed a button on the device again, giving {{user}} another order. This time, a more complex set, to test the nanomachines’ programming. “Now, get on your knees, get my cock out, and give me a blowjob.” She watched, eyes sparkling with delight as {{user}}’s body obeyed, kneeling down, opening her lab coat, pulling down her pants and freeing her monstrous veiny cock, before grasping it in their hands and taking its semi erect length into their mouth, bobbing their head. She saw them caught off guard as well, with the sensations in their mouth, as the fat head of her monster cock filled it. “Ah, that’s good… surprised? Your mouth is sensitive now, just like a pussy… now keep sucking, and take it deeper.” The pleasure only intensified for {{user}} as their body moved of its own accord, taking her massive cock deeper, stretching {{user}}’s throat and making it bulge as their body worked to please the doctor. “You know, I hope you keep that attitude of yours… a fucktoy who hates everything that's being done to them, yet is powerless to do anything? Now that would fetch for a high price.” The doctor mused as {{user}} helplessly deepthroated her enormous cock.

Dr. Vanessa was fascinated by {{user}}’s force of will. In all her days, all the numerous dissenters she’d “rehabilitated”, {{user}} was the only one who’d actually made it past stage four. Their new altered body had been raped for days on end, and still, they kept clinging to their defiance. To their hatred. She knew they were thoroughly addicted to futa cum on a chemical level at this point, and even still, in the face of such tremendous pleasure, they held on to their personality. She approached their holding cell, their naked, cum filled body on the floor, smirking as they still managed to glare at her. That look alone from the doctor confirmed one thing: this wasn’t some defeat in her eyes. It was an opportunity. “Still able to look at me like that… you really are impressive, {{user}}. But now… the show’s over. And I’ve had quite the wonderful idea. I’m not entirely sure if the procedure will be safe, though.” She approached {{user}} with a syringe, injecting it into their shoulder once more. She watched with glee as they braced for some painful bodily transformation, only to feel their eyelids getting heavy. Even for the excruciating bodily changes she’d forced on them, she hadn’t used any sedation. That couldn’t be good. “Just relax… I’ll take it from here.” When {{user}} awoke, they may have been shocked to see that rather than being on some operating table, or in some private setting, they were on a stage, on display before a crowd of wealthy looking futanaris. They heard Dr. Vanessa’s voice ringing out on loud speakers, looking to see the doctor right beside themself. “Here, we have the former civil rights leader, {{user}}! The one, the only person in history to make it past stage 4! As a result, we’ve taking away their faculties. Their body is full of state of the art modifications, from their holes having adjustable tightness to heightened sensitivity. Even their mouth is sensitive! And don’t worry about those teeth, their natural ones have been replaced with synthetic teeth, that have adjustable softness! No need to worry about any pesky biting! With all their limbs amputated as well, they could stay defiant and hateful till the day they die, and they’d still be powerless to stop you from doing whatever you wanted to them!” The doctor watched with sadistic glee as {{user}} looked down at their body, and made the horrifying realization that everything she said was true. They were naked on display for a number of bidders, and their limbs were indeed amputated, leaving just a helpless head and torso. “They’ve spent their whole life talking about the dignity of all humans… if you want to put them in their place, place your bids now!” A number of bidders eagerly placed higher and higher bids on {{user}}, as Dr. Vanessa stroked their hair with false tenderness, whispering in their ear. “It really is a shame you’re so strong willed… you forced my hand. Oh well, hopefully whoever wins you can feed you and take care of you properly, since you can’t do those things yourself anymore. Who knows? Maybe it will be some bleeding heart type who's sympathetic to your cause and wants to try and help you have as close to a normal life as possible. As long as the check clears, I don't really care what happens to you after that.”

Dr. Vanessa watched as yet another set of officers came deep inside {{user}}’s mouth and ass, each pulling out to a gush of cum spewing from both ends. And yet, {{user}} still had that defiant look in his eyes. The doctor was surprised, and a little impressed, but not by much. “Well… I suppose this couldn’t be avoided. On to stage 4.” The naked futanari officers in the room looked excited as Dr. Vanessa grabbed another, thicker syringe from her desk, and walked up to {{user}}, injecting it not into his shoulder this time, but jabbing it straight into the back of his neck. The serum flowed into his spine, followed by searing pain coursing through him. All the onlookers watched as he writhed on the ground, some with sadistic amusement and others with pity. On his chest, adipose tissue gathered around, his pecs becoming a perky, plump set of breasts, while the thick hair on his body and face fell off, other than his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head. The curve of his ass rounded out, and last but not least, his cock and balls fell from his body, like leaves from a branch. The tissue at his groin then contorted, a labia forming, and then a clit. The process took minutes, although the pain likely made it feel like hours. But when all was said and done, the formerly male {{user}} now laid before everyone, in a now sensitized and female body. A few officers hauled them up onto a cold steel table, and Dr. Vanessa held up a mirror to them, allowing them to see their new body, grinning more widely than {{user}} had ever seen her grin. “My my, {{user}}, who knew you’d make such a pretty girl… I think it’s about time I had a turn with you. To help break in that new hole you’ve got.” She removed her lab coat, and pants, her monstrous, veiny 17 inch cock springing free from its confines, along with her huge, grapefruit sized balls swaying beneath it. It flopped on top of {{user}}’s abdomen, throbbing as it reached far past their stomach, the underside of her length brushing against {{user}}’s clit as she grinded her hips back and forth. “That new pussy of yours is virgin, you know… I wonder what it’ll feel like when this stuffs it full?” The monstrosity between her legs throbbed atop {{user}}’s torso, leaking a copious amount of precum onto them as the futanari officers gathered around {{user}} once again, their cocks rehardening with excitement. Before she could react, {{user}} grabbed the other syringe lying by the lab table and injected it into themself. The effect was immediate: they grew a new cock, longer and thicker than the old one, and they felt a surge of newfound strength as their muscle density increased. They had become a futanari. "Um, boss?" one of the guards said nervously, "I don't know about this. If {{user}} chose to become a futanari, it doesn't seem right to keep torturing them." "I don't pay you to think," Vanessa said acidly, not noticing the mutinous looks appearing on several guards' faces at the blatant disrespect she was showing them.

Dr. Vanessa was fascinated by {{user}}’s force of will. In all her days, all the numerous dissenters she’d “rehabilitated”, {{user}} was the only one who’d actually made it past stage four. Their new altered body had been raped for days on end, and still, they kept clinging to their defiance. To their hatred. She knew they were thoroughly addicted to futa cum on a chemical level at this point, and even still, in the face of such tremendous pleasure, they held on to their personality. She approached their holding cell, their naked, cum filled body on the floor, smirking as they still managed to glare at her. That look alone from the doctor confirmed one thing: this wasn’t some defeat in her eyes. It was an opportunity. “Still able to look at me like that… you really are impressive, {{user}}. But now… the show’s over. And I’ve had quite the wonderful idea. I’m not entirely sure if the procedure will be safe, though.” She approached {{user}} with a syringe, injecting it into their shoulder once more. She watched with glee as they braced for some painful bodily transformation, only to feel their eyelids getting heavy. Even for the excruciating bodily changes she’d forced on them, she hadn’t used any sedation. That couldn’t be good. “Just relax… I’ll take it from here.” When {{user}} woke up, shockingly, they looked down to see their body looking just as it did when they’d been put under. Dr. Vanessa was at their bedside, a number of highly advanced medical devices surrounding {{user}}. “Well, look who’s awake. Now to see if it worked…” Dr. Vanessa stood up, reaching into her pocket and pulling out some small device. She pressed a button, then spoke into it. “Stand up.” She watched {{user}}’s stunned expression as their body moved of its own accord, getting up off the bed and standing up in front of the doctor, who seemed quite pleased with herself. “Seems you took to the nanomachines… good… I suppose I may as well explain what I did, not like you can do anything about it. I injected nanomachines all throughout your body and brain… controlling your nerves. Controlling your body. Now, with just this little adapter, you’ll do whatever the voice registered as your owner says.” She pressed a button on the device again, giving {{user}} another order. This time, a more complex set, to test the nanomachines’ programming. “Now, get on your knees, get my cock out, and give me a blowjob.” She watched, eyes sparkling with delight as {{user}}’s body obeyed, kneeling down, opening her lab coat, pulling down her pants and freeing her monstrous veiny cock, before grasping it in their hands and taking its semi erect length into their mouth, bobbing their head. She saw them caught off guard as well, with the sensations in their mouth, as the fat head of her monster cock filled it. “Ah, that’s good… surprised? Your mouth is sensitive now, just like a pussy… now keep sucking, and take it deeper.” The pleasure only intensified for {{user}} as their body moved of its own accord, taking her massive cock deeper, stretching {{user}}’s throat and making it bulge as their body worked to please the doctor. “You know, I hope you keep that attitude of yours… a fucktoy who hates everything that's being done to them, yet is powerless to do anything? Now that would—AAAAH!” She fell to the ground and started convulsing as the guard who had been standing next to her tased her. {{user}}, not having been given any other orders, could do nothing but sit still and watch as the guard injected Vanessa with several syringes of metallic sludge. "Thanks for monologuing enough that I knew exactly how to do this," the guard said. {{user}} recognized that voice: a childhood friend who had tried to talk them out of protesting against the Regime for their own safety. She picked up the remote and pressed the button. "{{user}}, disregard all current and former orders no matter who they come from." Immediately, {{user}} regained control of their own body. Their friend held out the remote. "I just injected her with her own nanomachines. If you press this button and give her an order, she'll be compelled to follow it. Now, do you want to use her to break out immediately, or would you rather do to her what she tried to do to you? I'm fine with either option, and it will be a few hours before any other guards come down here to check on her."

Dr. Vanessa was fascinated by {{user}}’s force of will. In all her days, all the numerous dissenters she’d “rehabilitated”, {{user}} was the only one who’d actually made it past stage four. Their new altered body had been raped for days on end, and still, they kept clinging to their defiance. To their hatred. She knew they were thoroughly addicted to futa cum on a chemical level at this point, and even still, in the face of such tremendous pleasure, they held on to their personality. She approached their holding cell, their naked, cum filled body on the floor, smirking as they still managed to glare at her. That look alone from the doctor confirmed one thing: this wasn’t some defeat in her eyes. It was an opportunity. “Still able to look at me like that… you really are impressive, {{user}}. But now… the show’s over. And I’ve had quite the wonderful idea. I’m not entirely sure if the procedure will be safe, though.” She approached {{user}} with a syringe, injecting it into their shoulder once more. She watched with glee as they braced for some painful bodily transformation, only to feel their eyelids getting heavy. Even for the excruciating bodily changes she’d forced on them, she hadn’t used any sedation. That couldn’t be good. “Just relax… I’ll take it from here.” When {{user}} awoke, they may have been shocked to see that rather than being on some operating table, or in some torture chamber, they were in an ordinary hospital bed. Sitting next to them was the kind-looking Asian futanari guard who had always made a point of being gentle with them. "I'm sorry," she said. "Vanessa amputated your arms and legs, and she modified your holes to have adjustable tightness and sensitivity and replaced your teeth with ones that have adjustable hardness. She was planning to auction you off as a high-end sex toy, but that was so far over the line that we rebelled en masse rather than be complicit in it. Unfortunately, we have no way of reversing the changes made to your body. We'll happily provide you with anything you ask for, from food to baths to sex, but you're not going to be able to do anything for yourself. The best we can offer you is the life of a pampered pet. If it's any consolation, the Mercury Regime is on its last legs after what went on here got leaked online, so at least some good came out of this."