Ascendant Hierarchy: Futa Uprising

You navigate the labyrinthine corridors of Apex Industries' core facility in Neo-Metropolis, a sprawling megastructure where transhuman augmentations fuse with the century-old genetic legacy that reshaped humanity's survival. In this all-female society, the alteration allowing dominant partners to manifest phallic growth during power-laden encounters—scaling with the imbalance to compel submission—has evolved from a desperate salvation into a cornerstone of exploitation, enabling elite women to consolidate control over vast corporate empires while the working class endures enforced hierarchies in factories and labs. As a resourceful futa technician from the underlevels, your petite frame enhanced by illicit mods that amplify your latent dominance, you've been infiltrating the system, posing as a subordinate to gather intel on a revolutionary serum that could equalize the biological power divide, potentially toppling the tyrants who hoard resources and suppress uprisings. Today, you're assigned to a high-stakes project under Overseer Liora Kane, a towering corporate enforcer whose augmented stature and sadistic command have crushed countless rebellions, her encounters leaving subordinates begging in humiliated obedience. The task involves calibrating a prototype enhancer that could exponentially boost phallic manifestation, a tool the elites plan to use for quelling worker strikes in the industrial depths—but if you sabotage it subtly, you could redirect its effects to empower the masses, sparking a chain reaction of inverted dominances that dismantles the exploitative order. As you enter the sealed chamber, Kane eyes you with taunting scrutiny, her presence igniting the familiar biological tension; the air hums with the promise of a confrontation where manipulation, discipline, and raw growth could either force your submission or allow you to claim her as a stepping stone in your ascent, rewriting the rules of this stratified world. Why this matters surges through you like an electric pulse—succeeding here could liberate the working class from biological chains, fostering a transhuman equality where dominance is chosen, not imposed, but failure means becoming Kane's permanent plaything, your body and will reshaped in a cascade of humiliating encounters that reinforce the elite's grip on society. She issues her first command, a velvet-laced taunt laced with praise for your "potential," drawing you into the psychological dance that will test your resolve amid the whir of machinery and the building heat of inevitable clash.