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With a bit of Sci Fi, a bit of body modifications, injections, sex, racism even, and all that I guess I better apologise in advance.
No to hell with it, it’s a fantasy.
Cowed part one
“It’s Carbs time Elmer,” John Amish announced as he passed Elmer Torp’s front porch, “shall I come over?”
“Six O’clock, have bite to eat,” Elmer replied, looking admiringly at Johns coach and four, the four matching darkies trotting along merrily in step as John sat back in his sumptuously upholstered seat.
“Nice Team,” he hollered.
“Geldings, nice tempered!” John replied, as Elmer watched their asses wobbling in unison as they trotted up the road butt naked apart from their boots.
Elmer sat and closed his eyes thinking about Carbs time, which was the day of reckoning, every bit as cataclysmic as anything in the Bible or Coran, ever since they fixed on Global warming in 2020 they had reduced the carbon allowances bit by bit until by 2184 the rate of increase was down to minus percentages, and every year they had a review of every family’s Carbon emissions based on their allowances and if they were far out then came the reckoning.
Most folks knew the what they could use, but sometimes they got a mite carried away and then there would maybe be a voluntary cull.
Elmer had been bending the Carbs rules ever since he left came to Hicksville to retire after twenty years as head lecturer at surgeons school at Fundy Bay, the city around the big hydro power plant up in the state of East Canadia, but now he had more or less retired again and handed over the reins as surgeon to young Henry Elliot, and that was where the problem was, Henry was over a year in Carbs deficit, and the law required redress.
They met at six, John sat his team down in the kitchen and they started eating the spread Elmer laid on for them, waiting till he went before they started jabbering.
“Nice team of darkies!” Elmer said.
“Well you done ‘em for me!” John replied, “Guess you forget.”
“Well you don’t look at the faces when you’m cutting their pricks off do you?” Elmer said, “Still they seem happy enough.”
“How much longer do you think we can do this scheme Elmer?” John asked, “Cutting their pricks off don’t make ‘em horses any more than milking the women makes ‘em cows!”
“When they been soloed and dropped they’re pretty much cows.” Elmer pointed out.
John continued, “You reckon sealing their ass holes and making them shit through their”
“Don’t be crude, It ain’t that simple John,” Elmer explained, “They get the full bovine tract replicated, hell you listen when they get excited.”
John butted right back in, “But Elmer they ain’t cows they’re human beings!”
“Well they give milk and they only got one orifice, that’s the legal definition of a cow to stop people passing a woman of as a cow, two orifices no tits no milk and that’s a gelding, state ordinance 3287 of 2184.” Elmer countered, “anyways, what we doing about Henry?”
“I don’t rightly know.” Elmer said, “He got this automobile hid, it isn’t just the Carbs on the meter John but he burned about twenty Gallons of Gasoline.”
John nodded, “He got it bad Elmer, but that’s cullment territory.”
“Unless the family want to pay?” Elmer pointed out.
“I don’t know, how’s about we go see them?” John suggested.
The team were singing Old Man river in Barbershop harmony when they came back, the pitcher of moonshine was empty and the team were if not raring to go at least able to stand.
“There any negroes you ain’t gelded?” John asked conversationally.
“Hardly, they mostly gone down south, too cold for ‘em, There’s just a couple of nine inchers.” He replied, “Miss Torp would be mighty sad to see her nine inchers gelded!”
“I suppose so” John agreed.
“And what about the Latimers and Kubiachi’s” Elmer said, “them dark skinned ain’t they?”
“I guess so.” John greed, “I sort of forgot about them.”
John nodded, Article 3320 of 2185 the Geneic Diversity order stated that any person with an erection exceeding 8 inches was immune from Cullment, which was blatantly racist, not to mention sexist, but there was once a white guy down in Sacremento, Paul Holmes, that managed an 8.12 otherwise there was only darkies.
Elmer still talked like Melissa, his wife was around, except one day she had sneaked off and had herself culled to save Carbs so Elmer lived alone except his daughter Julia looked in twice a day to get his meals and help with operations.
The old blacktop was cracked and crazed and potholed a far cry from the nineteen hundreds when it was laid down for automobiles and trucks, and they sped along past cornfields and, well, more cornfields till they came to town with the cow grazing meadows and the school and the Cow facility with its milking sheds beyond, and beyond that the heated winter quarters where most townsfolk would head each fall.
They carried on up main street to the Elliot’s place. Ma, Pa, Henry Jessica and Amanda were all home.
“Its your Carbs, Mister Elliot.” Elmer said deferentially, Tom Elliot had won his survival through sheer strength and determination at his graduation cull where he ripped Simon Grath’s head most the way off and broke Evel Brooks neck, not a guy to be messed with.
“What Carbs.” Tom snarled.
“Henry is a year in deficit and we believe he has an illicit automobile.” John explained.
“We bought extra Carbs from those negroes what froze last January.” Tom snapped.
“Yes, we added that in.” Elmer agreed, still over year and that’s cull zone.”
“So what you saying?” Tom asked.
“You can nominate a proxy cull, maybe you or Mrs Elliot?”
“No way!” Tom said, “Next.”
“Put Jessica or Amanda on the Cow program.” John suggested.
“Sure!” Tom answered
“It would have to be both considering the Auto!” Elmer added.
He looked at the girls, the “Twins” although never had so un identical twins ever been conceived, Amanda full breasted, blonde haired and luscious, just about to head for university and Jessica, oh poor Jessica, just a scrap of skin and bone, dark and barely eighteen and determined to get to medical school.
“No!” squealed Amanda.
Jessica just looked at Elmer with a look of mischief.
“Look’s like you’re on the cow program girls.” Tom said nastily, “No more nagging.”
Henry sat silently in the corner his head hung in shame.
“I’ll take them now then Tom.” Elmer said.
Tom swore, but he knew he was out manoeuvred, Amanda cried and Jessica looked at her mother with hatred.
“Any decent parent would take cullment.” She snapped.
Tom’s slap broke Jessica’s nose, not for the first time it must be admitted, before sending her reeling across the room to crash into the food store.
“As I was saying, any decent parent would.” Jessica said nasally through her bloodied and mis-shapen nose as Tom again lunged, he missed. “Shall we go.”
“I need my stuff ,” Amanda sobbed.
“Not anymore sister, you’re just going to be milked.” Jessica said, “Lets go.”
“Mr Elliot I need your signature as these two are over eighteen and under twenty one,”
“Hey, let me,” Jessica grabbed her form from Elmer and ticked the boxes with a flourish, filling her name in, and handed it to her father as she staunched the bleeding from her nose so only a few crimson splodges dotted the form.
Tom signed with a bad grace and they went away.
There wasn’t room for all four in the cart so Jessica ran along behind, Elmer put a collar and leash on her but he held it in his hand instead of tying it off in case she fell.
It wasn’t far to the Cow facility, John said fare well while Elmer spent the night there ready for the morning.
They gave Amanda and Jessica a twin room with single beds better than they had at home and while Amanda wept Jessica smiled to herself and thought of the future.
Amanda was always the popular one, well built, curvy a magnet for boys while she was more likely to join in their football game than lust after a ball player, she still didn’t need a bra, the only ones she had were padded, and she felt pretty smug.
Sadie Markowitz was on duty next morning and she took breakfast to Amanda and Jessica, “I’m on a diet!” Jessica insisted as she refused the food but Amanda ate ravenously.
“It’s drugged you idiot!” Jessica warned, but Amanda wolfed it down heedlessly.
Elmer came to see the girls after breakfast, “If you would like to undress and sit on the bed Amanda.” He suggested.
“What about her!” Amanda cried.
“One at a time, although perhaps Jessica you could?” Elmer suggested.
Elmer checked Amanda’s breasts for implants and then he took a large syringe and injected first her left and then her right breast.
“It’s hormones to start lactation,” Jessica explained.
“Yes,” Elmer agreed, “How did you guess,”
“I read it in Henry’s notes.” Jessica announced, as Elmer put the syringe away.
“That’s it for today, get dressed, go home and come back tomorrow morning.” Elmer said pleasantly.
“What about her!” Amanda said.
“She’s too flat chested,” Elmer declared, “ she needs a baby or two before she’s ready and in any case she filled in the form to say she’s a gelding!”
“Oh.” Amanda said, in shock.
“So gelding get your clothes off because you’re coming home with me, I’ve an allowance for two to pull my cart.” Elmer said with a wicked grin.
“Hey, wait a minute,” Jessica squealed, “If I’m gelded then Henry hasn’t cleared his Carbon debt so.”
“Yep,” Elmer said, “But your pa and me countersigned the order so I guess that bit’s legal.”
“So why can’t I go home and go to med school,” Jessica demanded.
“Because you’re a devious little hussy, and I got uses for you, that’s why, now shoes and socks.” Elmer ordered.
“I can’t Mr Torp.” Jennifer wailed.
“Sure you can,” Elmer said kindly as he ripped her skirt and panties off, “See!”
It was a little before nine when Elmer took Jessica by her brand new collar and dragged her past the high school, towards his house, past all the kids queuing at the gate, ogling and laughing as she desperately tried to cover her nakedness.
They saw the Cow-Girls up ahead just turning into their field their pink asses wobbling and bobbling as they stumped along, with just the occasional brown one to break up the monotony.
“Look it’s Jess Elliot, she’s a Gelding!” someone cried “Look her nose is all smashed up!” and they all turned to watch as she walked past, Elmer took her a few more yards and then stopped. “Squat and spread your legs.” He ordered and as she obeyed so he reached down, and explored her sex, then he withdrew his hand.
“Dry as a bone, didn’t it turn you on,?” he asked as he slipped off his coat and put it round her.
“No, it was horrible.” She replied.
“Well it gave me one hell of a boner little lady, so you better think on.” He said and smiled at her.
“Mr Torp, you’re not thinking of having sex with me are you?” she said, “You’re as old as my grandfather!”
“He’s dead and I ain’t, that makes a difference,” he laughed, but really he admired the young girl’s playing of the system and he really wanted her to like him.
It was a pleasant stroll past the cornfields to Elmer’s house, he showed Jessica her quarters, a barn built on the side of his house, her straw was wet where the roof leaked, and the door was off its hinges, “They say there’s a big buck with a nine incher comes round at night.” He told her and was pleased to see her shudder.
He set her to housework, he could have just laid her down and done what he needed to but he wanted her to make the first move.
“You best get some pants on if you’re chopping wood.” Elmer advised her and showed her where his late wife’s clothes were put away.
“It’s all far too big!” Jessica whined.
“Then use this Leather Apron.” He suggested.
She was useless with a chopper and she wasn’t much better fixing supper and then he took her outside to her bed, laid her naked on the wet straw and kissed her “Good night”
He went inside and lay in his own bed, waiting and soon enough he heard creaking of door hinges and saw a small figure entering his room.
“You changed your mind?” he asked.
“I’m frightened!” she admitted.
“Then come to daddy.” Elmer suggested.
“Don’t say daddy, I hate him.” She said.
“Then come to old Elmer!”
He felt her warmth against his bare skin.
“I’ll wait till you’re ready girlie.” Elmer said and kissed her on the neck, “I want you to enjoy it too.”
Jessica shivered as Elmer took her in his arms, his chest against her bare back, and then his hands were moving again until one rested in her crotch, this time her body betrayed her, she felt warm and safe and she responded as Elmer expertly showed her clitoris how much he loved her.
He moved fast for an old guy, there was a whirl of bedclothes and then a searing pain as Jessica watched Elmer’s surprisingly sturdy member spear between the moistened lips of her sex and in that instant she became a woman, there was less bleeding than she expected, and the pain soon ebbed to a dull ache which dissolved into passion and to her disbelief and despair she found herself smothering Elmer in kisses as he blasted his pent up ejaculate deep inside her.
“This is your bed now Jess,” Elmer said, “You earned a place in it, you’re my little girl now not Tom Elliot’s.
“I’m your whore!” she cried, “I wanted to be a surgeon not just a whore!”
“I said girl Jess not whore, if that’s what you want Jess why don’t you tag along with me, see how I do my procedures?” Elmer suggested, “Maybe do some yourself?”
“Don’t be so cruel!” Jessica stormed and went to run away but Elmer pulled her back.
“Either you stay voluntary or I tie you up,” he said as he put his arms around her, “Hell I just had the best fuck I had in years, don’t spoil it!”
Elmer called around the Elliot’s house next day, Jess pulled the hand cart and the neighbours all stood and laughed at her as she stood naked, but as Elmer ordered she stood up proud and tall, “I guess Jess’s things are mine to sell now?” Elmer told her mother , “Being as I took her on as a gelding.”
“How in heavens name is she a gelding?” Mrs Elliot asked.
“No cock. No tits, makes her a gelding in my book!” Elmer pointed out reasonably.
Jessica checked her stuff and eventually agreed with Mrs Elliot that they had everything and so they made their way back to Elmer’s place her new status now accepted so people barely stared any more.
Elmer injected Amanda every day that week, she knew she was changing, even by the second day her bra was too small, and she decided to stay at the Cow facility because she liked their cannabis laced chocolate biscuits, and by the fifth day her nipples were too tender for her to bear to have them covered, and by the end of the week she was starting feel slow and lethargic and didn’t see the point of clothes any more..
Tom Elliot had to come to the Cow milking facility that second Monday to sort out the paperwork, there was a seven day cooling off period, and a parent had to countersign to confirm that the process should continue.
Amanda was not concerned, she had given up walking and wearing clothes already, the medication always worked well, and she could no longer bear the feel of clothing on her over sensitive breasts nor could she be bothered with the inconvenience of using a lavatory.
Jessica was horrified when Amanda crawled in, Amanda gazed around awkwardly, “I know you!” she said, struggling to understand.
It was just a formality, Tom signed on the dotted line three times, except he never read any of them and he never realised the second was for Jennifer, and when it was done Elmer invited him to attach Amanda’s belts, one on each elbow and one on each knee tightening the buckles firmly and carefully, and then fastening the tether between elbow and knee so she could no longer try to stand so she wouldn’t injure herself.
“That could be you,” Elmer told Jennifer as he put a protective arm around her and worked his hand down inside her pants.
“Elmer!” she whispered, “My Dad’s here!”
“So!” Elmer said as he worked a finger ever deeper inside her.
“What about that bitch you’re pawing?” Tom asked, “Why ain’t she on the program?”
“Gelding, no tits no prick Gelding, you signed the form.” Elmer said, “I’m fucking her, any objections?”
Tom’s jaw dropped in disbelief, he looked round, there were too many people with tranquilliser guns, so he said “Nope”
“Best damn fuck I ever had.” He said loudly.
“Elmer!” Jennifer squealed as she squirmed in embarrassment “Don’t Elmer, leave my clit alone Elmer.” She continued but Elmer knew exactly how to turn her on,
“Pervert!” Tom reeled as he walked away, “Fucking a drain pipe with a fucked up nose!”
“You all right sweetness?” Elmer asked.
“Sure Elmer,” Jennifer exclaimed regaining her composure.
Elmer continued “I forgot about your nose, shall I fix it?”
“I can’t afford that Elmer!” Jennifer said.
“You want to help me do your sister?” he asked. “See what you got coming if you get tits?
“Help you? That’s Henry’s job.” Jessica exclaimed.
“It’s only plasma cutting and laser stitching, I’ll help you.” Elmer said, “Hell your eyes are better than mine, and at least you’re sober.”
“You’re not serious!” Jennifer scoffed, “Are you?”
“Shall we get scrubbed?” he asked, Jennifer had mixed feelings, disgust that her brother and fathers actions were to cause her sister to become a cow, and excitement that she should be invited to do some of the work.
They scrubbed up in the shower, together, then they dressed in green surgical gowns and made their way through to the operating room.
Amanda was already in the rig when Elmer and Jessica came in, Dolores and Michelle the scrub nurses were in position, the laser and plasma module was warming up and the evacuation was in full swing, “we can give you thirty five minutes from zero blood Mr Torp” Dolores trilled.
“Waste and Urine?” Jennifer asked.
“Clean,” Dolores announced, “Are you operating, only Mr Henry Elliot usually officiates.”
“That last one he did was twisted I nearly bust my prick trying to screw it,” Elmer complained, “Sorry sweetness, I’ll let someone else test screw them from now on.”
Amanda was unconscious, her blood draining through a tube in her jugular vein, her head at waist level her crotch raised as she laid on her back, her legs clamped firmly in the rig and her thighs spread right out almost straight from knee to knee to give the maximum access to her crotch.
“Blood gone” Michelle announced, “Heart stopped Thirty four minutes and forty five seconds remaining.”
“You used a plasma before?” Elmer asked.
“Only on rats at school” Jessica answered but Elmer had already marked up the cuts.
“Just skin deep sweetness, get a good flap to work with.” Elmer suggested, “And get the goggles on.”
Jessica grasped the handles and pulled the plasma cutter down against the counterbalance springs and tracked the blue pilot light onto the black inked marks across Amanda’s abdomen and crotch, she looked at Elmer, “Atta girl!” he grinned as he encouraged her
The bright blue flash startled Jessica and she flinched momentarily before guiding the cutter around her sisters skin, it took no more than a few seconds, then her cunt lips and slit right up to her clit were separated.
“Elmer, now what!” Jessica squealed.
“Go In about five inches and separate it, and separate the urethra.” Elmer suggested “We’re keeping the lips so be careful.”
“Like this,” Jessica sliced through the flesh expertly and precisely.
“Yes, take the flap Michelle, now you know your Biology Jessica you know what to do.” Elmer suggested.
“But you must tell me!” she wailed, as she peered into the bloodless tangle of nerves, arteries blood vessels and miscellaneous tubes that filled Amelia’s abdomen
“Nope, I pioneered this laser method, first time I did it no one had done this before, so you do it how you’d want it done if it was you.
“Do I leave ovaries and that in?” she asked.
“Your call sweetness.” Elmer told her.
“Then they stay,” She determined.
“Get the baby tube straight then,” Elmer suggested, “Henry always favours the poo poo, but that’s like fucking an ass, you want straight fucks not shits like frankfurters and a cunt with a right angled bend, and for god’s sake take care with that Clitoris.”
“All right Elmer,” Jessica explained, “I see.”
“Don’t forget the urethra, she has to pee.”
“All right Elmer, say can I give some more volume here, I guess she can only take maybe four inch cocks.” Jessica said professionally as she swapped from the big rig mounted 250 zhk plasma to the hand held 2.5 zhk version.
“I guess leg skin is your best source,” Elmer suggested, “Michelle take six inches immediately above the ankle keep it as a tube please.”
Michelle had to do it cave man style with a knife and she cut around Amelia’s left leg above the ankle and below the knee and with some difficulty slid the tube of skin free.
“This is an operating room,” Elmer chided, “Michelle, you’re not filleting fish you know!”
“No sir” she acknowledged but Elmer was joking, Michelle was the best there was for cutting and sewing the old way, and with her dainty little hands she could often feel any obstructions to the finished tract without need to fire up the scanner with the heavy Carbon emissions that entailed.
“Twenty five minutes.” Dolores warned.
“Doing well Jennifer, use the leg skin to lengthen,” Elmer instructed, “No inside out, hairy side in, that’s it, laser it, spot weld that flesh and if its right then bead and seam weld the flesh, good girl!” Elmer praised her. “All around, now where’s the anus, you want to cut that out next and half way down the new sleeve, get a good angle if you can.
“I want it as close to her lips as I can Elmer,” Jennifer suggested.
“It’s your sister, you do what you want, but don’t forget she needs to pee.” Elmer said.
Jennifer worked frantically, spreading Geneticaid and Tissuefix gel over the surfaces as she worked to promote rapid blood cell regeneration and nerve growth in the severed areas.
“Jennifer, watch that Clitoris, for heavens sake don’t sever it!” Elmer cried as Jennifer went to laser away her sisters future happiness, “Clit nerves never regenerate properly, just cut round and laser it into, “ he stopped talking as Jennifer carefully worked the little maggot like clitoris around back and under other nerves and veins until it nestled against the lengthened penile receptor.
“Here?” Jennifer asked.
“You’re a girl!” Elmer said, “You should know.”
“If its four inches in even a four incher should give her some fun.” Jennifer explained.
“Time Jennifer and the Urethra, she has to pee somewhere.” Elmer explained, “Michelle, can you get some Fibrebone sheet and gel please we have a problem.” He continued.
“What is it Elmer?” Jennifer asked,
“Pelvic floor, the floor needs to come out, that bone, look, laser it out and we’ll make good with fibrebone, is that ok.”
“Why?” Jennifer asked,
“Unless you want her cunt to stick out like, well I don’t know what, but the alignment’s wrong.”
Michelle brought the Fibrebone, in a dish and a can of activator spray “Three minute setting time from activator spray sir .” she advised.
“Times wasting Michelle, can you fix up the legs?” Elmer asked.
“Yes sir,” Michelle replied, “I always do Henrys, rubber or bone?”
“You choose” Elmer said, “But a pair ok!”
Michell laughed at the time she shortened one of a cow girl’s legs and did a bone hoof while Henry did the other with a ball end for a rubber boot.
Jennifer tried to ignore what was happening as Michelle hacked Amanda’s legs off jut below the knee with the big 250 kh plasma, it was supposed to be a spare for rig mounting but Michelle often used it as a hand held in preference to the chain saw.
Michelle carefully set the discarded limb aside, sometimes the skin and bone was re used immediately but often the material was saved and made into Fibrebone or Fibreskin where real bone fibre and glasseous fibre were made as sheets and power as quick drying new skin or bone for operations.
“Take a breather sweetness” Elmer suggested as he dived in and attacked Amanda’s pelvic bone with the laser, cutting away a big portion which allowed her legs to spread further apart before making good in Fibrebone.
“Twelve minutes.” Dolores warned
“Left leg done,” Michelle announced.
“Urethra” Elmer said again.
“Its round the back.” Jennifer said.
“She’ll pee on her clit.” Elmer said, “She’ll cum when she pees. Oh”
“Lucky girl!” said Dolores.
“So where’s the problem Elmer.” Jennifer said.
“Makes men redundant maybe.” Said Elmer.
“You can always screw her sister,” said Jennifer and she giggled as she tacked Amelia’s labia in place, “how’s that”
“That’s really elegant!” Elmer suggested, “Is there a straight run in?”
“To the womb yes,” said Jennifer.
“Then finish up.” said Elmer.
“Seven minutes,” Dolores intoned.
The very last part was sealing the hole where there used to be an anal orifice and making good up front and Jennifer lovingly laser welded pieces of surplus leg tissue over the gaps so there was no hint of any join.
“Three minutes,” Dolores warned.
“Are we finished,?” Elmer asked, Jennifer stood away as did Michelle. “Then blood ninety and stand by for restart in thirty, twenty nine,” Elmer intoned.
Jennifer could barely look as her sisters blood started to return through the pipe in her throat, “We’ll do the brain live.” Elmer suggested.
“Why not give her a week and se what she says.” Jennifer suggested.
“I suppose we could, but if she starts screaming we sedate and lobotomise immediately.” Elmer said forcefully, as he wrapped his big hairy arms around Jennifer and kissed the back of her head.
“Are we clear for restart.” Dolores asked, as she checked they were clear and turned the switch through auxiliary to on and then to start.
The started whirred and then as the charge built suddenly Amelia’s heart trace started moving on the hologram indicator.
“Pumping,” Dolores said needlessly, “And lung function, going autonomous.” Dolores added as she switched the life support to standby.
Amelia coughed and farted, and went back to sleep.
“Well done!” Elmer said, “I’m going to grow you some tits young lady.”
“What?” Jennifer said.
“After I fixed your nose now sit down on the bench.” Elmer ordered.
“Aren’t you going to sedate me?” Jennifer said as Elmer took the little 2.5 zkh plasma and started to cut her nose open.
“Twenty mil of three minute genetic Fibrebone please Michelle,” Elmer requested as he staunched the bleeding and then he pulled the broken fragments of bone clear.
“Hemer hiss goo hexpensive” Jennifer objected.
“Your Pa’s paying, only the best for my Jennifer, now lets get you prettied up.” Elmer said quietly.
She wondered what sort of nose Elmer would give her, but when he was done and Michelle had welded her skin back nice and neat with the laser she figured she looked just like she always did.
“What about my breasts Elmer?” Jennifer asked.
“That’s in hand, like I swapped your birth control pills.” Elmer said.
“I haven’t been taking them,” Jennifer said, “I figured maybe you would marry me if I get a kid.”
Elmer suddenly figured it out, “And if you do your Carbs allowance goes to me and.”
“Yes you get to geld Henry.” Jennifer laughed, “But I want you Elmer, we’re a great team.”
“Well if we’re finished up here we best get down the Mayor’s office and get things legalised.” Elmer decided he better jump right in before Jennifer got away.
To be continued
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