ENOUGH! (Fem to futa, Futa/Fem, non-consensual?)

Well, this is my first attempt to a story here. I have no experiences whatsover nor is English my native language, so this will be not very good. Anyway, I just don't want to be a Lurker anymore and heck, I have nothing to lose. Here I go:

When I was a teen, I was a big fan of comics. Of course, mostly of Japanese comics, but also of some American superhero comics especially of Batman, thanks to the movies by Christopher Nolan and Heather Ledger's wonderful Joker.

I started to read some stories about Joker after the second movie and I liked "The Killing Joke" especially. Alan Moore's genious writing and Brian Bolland's detailed art made Joker's descend from an unfortunate everybody to diabolic monster believeable and truly heart-breaking. I memorized the most important line of Joker during his fight with Batman inside the mirror house:

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day."

And these words were repeating inside my head, when I arrived that evening early at home from a terrible day at my job and found my husband fucking a young blond slut on our bed. I didn't saw her face only her back, but I found out that she was one of his students as she kept on screaming "MORE! GIVE ME MORE, PROFESSOR!" will riding the only man I ever had in my life.

I was never very beautiful. My face was average, my hair always a little greasy and then I wore it short, people often confused me with a man, because my body lacked the most significant curves. So the only thing that may have attracted my husband to me, was my wits or inner charm, so I thought, but now I had to face the bitter reality, that my personal qualities seemingly were no challenge for some big tits and a firm arse.

Now, certainly to find out that your husband has an affair is a terrible experiences for everyone, but for me it was devasting this day. We had an horrible accident. One of our test subject for our new genetic supplements turned out to be a junkie and died by an overdosis of our new supplements. The PR damage was horrendous. Especially because the overdosis didn't just let him slept in peacefully, but led to a incredible reaction inside his body. I still regret to demand to see the picture, alone the memory of his twisted, mutated body were enough to make me sick.

Of course, the top management was furious and wanted to see heads roll. And as the project manager it was very likely that I would become the sacrifical lamb. And in such a time, where I needed to have someone loyal to my side, the person I have trusted the most in my life decided to betray me with some bitch, that most likely only wanted to make sure that her marks were high enough to impress her mommy and daddy.

And so, I was all alone, my will to live completely broken. For a moment I thought to take a kitchen knife and kill that