<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fb/49/53/fb49534b5470b112d46078395c703b70.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Helena DiNello</strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>- Genetics Lab<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>- Stacy<br/><hr/><br/>Glancing at the woman sitting across from her, Helena could tell that about half of what she'd said had gone over the woman's head. It was to be expected. Helena tended to speak quickly, as she loved her work and was excited by it. However, that tendency to speak quickly meant that she frequently left people she was talking with confused, as she meandered through different subjects fairly rapidly. The somewhat confused look on the woman's face, coupled with her lack of any questions meant Helena should probably start over, and speak a little slower.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay, let me start over, because I feel like I went a little fast there, and I think you may have glossed over a few details. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Helena DiNello, and I'm the staff geneticist. I study DNA molecules and gene sequences, looking to further my understanding of how a Futanari works.</strong>" Helena gestured at her lab equipment, and a few signs on the wall describing the human genome. "<strong>The existence of Futanari is considered a genetic miracle, and I want to know how it happened. I am also interested in learning how Futanari differ genetically from the rest of us. In my studies, I've found a curiosity. Some Futanari are fertile, and can 'father' children. Some Futanari are sterile, and cannot. No one knows why this is.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena took a breath, thinking about the latest DNA she'd sequenced from a few Futanari who were in the latter catagory. She'd yet to find a genetic explanation. "<strong>So, my current study is looking to find out why. In order to answer that question, though, I need to sequence the DNA of both fertile and sterile Futanari. Hence my announcement. I need a wider sample size. So, I need subjects who are willing to provide me DNA samples on a regular basis. Both blood and semen. The blood tests allow me to sequence DNA, and the semen samples allow me to perform direct sperm counts and find viable sperm.</strong>" Helena tried to gauge the woman's interest, and was pleased to see that she appeared to understand what she was saying. Though Helena couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>"<strong>My tests are almost all non-invasive. Nothing I do requires me to cut or dissect or probe in any way. Taking blood is the most invasive my tests get.</strong>" Helena could see that the woman across from her looked almost bored with what she was saying. As if she wanted Helena to finish explaining herself and get to the point. "<strong>One thing I briefly want to touch on is the extraction process. As you're new here, you seem not to know what the extractors are. Come with me real quick.</strong>" Helena stood and led Stacy out of the genetics lab and to one of the extractor booths near her lab. It didn't get used often, as her lab techs were mostly female, and the few Futanari that came to her lab preferred to donate to Helena's research.<br/><br/>The door to the booth was unlocked, indicating that it was not in use. Helena opened it wide, allowing Stacy to see the extractor inside. "<strong>This is one of the many extractors we have on campus. It's simple in design, but complex to use. But, in short, you can load some videos or photos you find sexually appealing into a USB drive and connect it to the USB port. This loads the videos or pictures onto the screen. Down below, you can see the sleeve where you insert your erect penis. The sleeve then starts milking your penis, simulating the feel of a vagina. The control panel allows you to change the pace, set vibration, add ribbing, etc. Anything you enjoy can be programmed into the extractor. When you ejaculate, the extractor takes that ejaculate and stores it in a hopper for later disposal. These devices are intended to allow Futanari such as yourself to experience sexual release multiple times a day, so that your biological impulses don't cause you to sexually assault our staff.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena closed the door and led Stacy back to her lab. "<strong>While the extractors provide a vital service, allowing Futanari to regulate their sexual activity safely, I prefer my own methods of extraction. These include, but are not limited to, manual release, oral release, and on rare occasion, vaginal release.</strong>" Helena resumed her position behind the desk, looking into Stacy's eyes. "<strong>Now, you may be wondering how the vaginal release works, as I know a lot of Futanari do when I explain that as an option. In short, it means you get to fuck a member of my staff (typically me), and as you feel yourself about to ejaculate, you stop, pull your penis out, and ejaculate into a beaker for me. This option happens to be my favorite, however it does require filling out forms for the upper management, which I don't enjoy. As such, I don't do it often, and I don't allow my staff to, either.  However, once we've built a rapport and you have earned my trust, that option may be open to you.</strong>"<br/><br/>Helena wasn't lying when she said it was her favorite. And she wasn't lying when she said she'd obtained special dispensation for such a thing. The paperwork alone had taken weeks of review, and she'd had to testify before the board of directors to explain why such an option was needed. Comfort, she argued, made her techniques more palatable than those used by other geneticists. And she wanted to ensure that her test subjects had more than just a monetary incentive to participate in her study. After a lot of argument, discussion, forms, and insurance paperwork, Helena got her dispensation. She was urged to evoke it sparingly. But, what management didn't know wouldn't hurt her.