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Now with two big bins on wheels trying to negotiate them rolling down the rocky driveway I arrived at the road to arrange them correctly so the garbage truck driver, I mean Sanitation Worker, could drive up and load them with the mechanical arm. Meanwhile I was feeling sorry for myself.
First, for starters, I was just a furnace man getting seduced by a furnace customer while cheating on my wife (super risky fun) and the customer making love to me was cheating on her well known attorney husband, the owner of a downtown high stakes law firm. And then being reinstated as a breeder livestock from my years ago experience with the sister nymphs at the dairy meant I would never wear clothes again displaying my old ID cattle tattoo on my head, once it was shaved, and my old brand burn scar on my butt. I was still expected to do furnace work and perform the livestock available sex acts demanded by women. I thought things were going to be great but instead I was just taken for granted, “just livestock”, and I was used for everything from doing women clients to being anointed by holy zealots as they masturbated me chanting incantation. And in fact I was anal fucked by men as the politically correct thing to do at the time. I was not my own person.
I was just everybody’s kicking, or rather, fucking boy. Now, however I was given god status by Mother Nature only to find out my wife ruled. But I loved her and I’d been a life partner with her for years. Oh well.
As I was correctly arranging my bins on the side of road my neighbor beyond the Chief’s place pulled up and congratulated me on my “new title”. “You made the news dude! You gettin’ laid yet? Man, your dick is famous already.” I just smiled at him, no words, preferring he just go away when the Chief and his big flatbed loaded with his dozer slowed down after he’d left his driveway. He didn’t get along with the neighbor because he considered him what he referred to as “White Shoes, a slicker.” Henry was political, a “glad hander” and sold insurance plus used cars on the side in town.
The Chief stopped and put his big hairy arm on the driver door sill and grinned evil. “Livestock huh?” Henry, the neighbor laughed and said, “Breeder livestock, god and general fucker you mean.” “Ye-e-e-a-a-ah,” said the Chief. “Swingin’ a lot of salami there. You still doing furnaces?” “I don’t yet have my orders from my new boss,” I said. “I’m good with whatever she decides my duties are but right now I’m in school learning from the sisters, you know, Siza.” The Chief kind of lit up, came to attention when I mentioned her name. “Yeah, well, I gotta get to the coffee shop. You coming?”
Looking directly at me the Chief was of course referring to the Copper Kettle in our local town. It was a greasy spoon defining grease and dirt. “Can’t yet,” I answered. “I gotta makes some calls first.” The Chief just revved up his rig, ground a little first gear getting ready to roll, gave a disdaining look at Henry and lurched with all his tonnage creeping-roaring forward down the dirt road. “HAH!” laughed Henry as he drove off in a hurry as if he was chasing the Chief. All of that neighborly chatting gave me an idea I needed to pursue.
I walked back up the drive to the house. All had gone back in the house after my failed attempt at “magic” and I rushed in to ask my question of the sisters hoping they were still around.
All were in the kitchen talking about something and not to interrupt I waited until I could change the subject. “I have a quick question? If I can get the magic down safely is there a chance I could make myself fertile for like just one fuck? You know? And if so maybe I could do that on notice, you know, like I wanted to be fertile for a person and then switch back to non fertile plus, if so, could I be sure of being non fertile for safety sake?”
I looked at them now all staring at me and there was silence for a bit. Then my wife got a smile on her face.
“Yes. That is possible,” said Branch. “Well I’m thinking this because my wife wants babies, always. She and I could be parents, you know? I was stuck infertile always because I never wanted to lose you, the dairy experience, and certainly I never want that to change. But now, my new assignment, this opens up a whole new realm for she and I, family, I hope.
My wife became completely happy. She hugged her way through the sisters with tears in her eyes and they seemed so extra pleased as well. “You let us do the subroutine necessary this time until you perfect it but just remember you will be fertile until we undo it.”
Fern approached me toe to toe, looked me in the eyes and with both hands reached to clutch my balls really firm. I jumped with the surprise. She said, “You can still fuck me when you’re fertile brother. I can’t get pregnant anyhow.” They all laughed, she held me for moments and then backed away, “Okay, have babies kids! You are a fertile fucker.”
I reached out for my wife’s hand and immediately led her off and up the stairs intending to go to the master bedroom. Realizing we had a procession of sisters following us we slowed a bit but just kept going into the bedroom intending to close the door. But they were hot on our trail and we all got into the room before turning to face them and they seemed expectant. “Uh, we were going to make love, you know, like try right now to, you know?” “Yeah, we know,” said Loon. “Here’s the deal. You want to get pregnant and there are more factors to make that happen. We can make that happen NOW,” she said wide eyes nodding, trying to make a point.
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