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Subject: {ASSM} Girl genius (f/M, Penectomy, Castration, Reluctant, Romance, Humor)
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Story Codes: f/M, Penectomy, Castration, Reluctant, Romance, Humor
(There's some F/f incest in there too...but just a little)

Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Author's Note: I started out thinking... "What if I was the smartest
person on the planet?" ... This isn't meant to be serious, factual, or
even likely. I made stuff up. That's my job. Just enjoy it. It's my
first penectomy story, obviously, so go easy on the accuracy of my
procedures and effects. I have no idea how a guy would react in the
situation I put poor Dave in. But I'd love to find out!! It's fun
rereading this because my original idea really took a left turn...I
left my castrating cheerleader idea in the dust! Oh well, I have more
ink where this came from. -rr

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Girl Genius
by rachael


It isn't easy being a girl genius. I'm just 19 years old and I have a
couple doctorates already. I got the one from MIT in physics because I
had a great idea for a Grand Unification Theory, so I skipped from 3rd
grade straight to college, but I wanted to do other stuff too! I
didn't want to just go straight to work for some university, or
think-tank, or even the government. I wanted to be a cheerleader! So I
turned down a bunch of jobs, although heading my own physics lab at
JPL was sort of tempting. They were going to give me a BMW and a
driver, since I don't have my driver's license yet. I turned them down
though, persuading my parents that I deserved a sort of normal life.
That was how I ended up at Hamilton High School, just another freshman
in a sea of them!

Of course I still had to get good grades and do my homework and stuff,
but how hard could freshman algebra be to someone who had done her
master's on gravitational lensing? My thesis had been published in the
American Journal of Physics and I had another one, my doctoral
dissertation on Tidal Disruptions and Relativistic Precession:
Examinations of Net Emission Recoil of Linear Momentum in a Radiation
Waveform, that was being quietly looked at in Stockholm. I thought it
would be nice to have a Nobel Prize on my bookshelf, but making the
Junior Varsity Pep Squad would give me so much more status at school!

Anyway, my name is Bambi, in case you don't know already. And yeah, I
know Bambi was a boy deer...so what? I'm definitely not a boy or a
deer, so nobody confuses me with cartoons. Not since I hit puberty,
anyway. It seemed like I grew up overnight, and that was a good thing!
Believe me. You have no idea what it's like being at college with no
boobs at all, no hair either, except what's on your head, and not even
a period yet! Well...that's nothing to really complain about. I think
I was happier without menstruating. But you know what I mean! So I was
happy when the summer before I started high school I blossomed into
full womanhood...sorta.

I was still just 5'2" tall and weighed maybe 90lbs soaking wet, but my
breasts had grown out to 32B cups and my butt stuck out a little more,
nice and round and tight. I got just a little wispy brown pubic hair
too. I always had a pretty face, too pretty I thought, since people
think beautiful blonde girls are all airheads! I kept my hair sort of
long, just down past my shoulders and it had a little French curl. It
was nice. And my eyes were big and blue and bright and my lips small
and pouting, even when I wasn't trying to! If I smiled at a guy he
usually bumped into something, so I had to be kind of careful, you
know? I didn't want to hurt anybody!

I have a lot of things I could tell you, I suppose. Lots of weird
stories, like any other girl genius probably has. Here's one though
that you probably haven't heard before. It's about the school Science
Fair and how I won that.

I was a little worried, honestly, when I heard about the Science Fair.
Lots of people wanted to be my partner, in fact almost everyone did,
because the first place prize was a $500 savings bond and some coupons
for free stuff, like movies at the Cineplex, and ice cream at the
Baskin-Robbins, really cool stuff. It was kind of hard picking who I
wanted to be partners with though, since I had a lot of friends and I
didn't want to disappoint anyone. But, finally I settled on a guy that
I had a real crush on. He was older than me, a senior! And captain of
the football team and so handsome! All the girls loved him! He wanted
to be my partner mostly so he could get an 'A' in his science class,
since that was one of the prizes too. But it had to be a project that
had to do with his class, and that was biology.

Dave, that was his name, drove me home after school. I'd made up my
mind that day about being his partner and he was pretty happy about
that. I was too because I had him all to myself! Me! Just a fourteen
year old freshman sitting in a senior's car! Sitting pretty close too!

In the house we sat down and watched some MTV and drank some cokes.
"So, what should we do for our project?" I asked him.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "It's gotta be something about biology
though." He made a face and I giggled and he moved a little closer.
"We could, uh do something about...love." He smiled at me and I felt
my heart flutter just a little. He was rubbing my leg a little bit and
I blushed a little because no guy had ever touched me before. Not
really, I mean.

"Love?" I looked at him. "Uh, you mean like conducting pheromone
experiments with...mmm...mice?"

"Huh?" Dave looked at me and laughed. "Fair what?"

"Pheromones, uh...it's like sex perfume." I really did blush when I
said that.

"Oh!" Dave grinned and slid his hand up to my thigh and I felt hot all
over. "Sex perfume." He nodded like he understood what I was talking
about. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"I..." I didn't know! I could have been radiating that stuff in waves,
because I was definitely feeling...sexy...you know?

"Shhh..." Dave shushed me and leaned closer, kissing me all of a
sudden and I didn't know how to do it, really, but he did! His tongue
was soft and wet and he licked my lips and even went between them!
Just a little.

"I'm home!" My mom was coming in through the kitchen! Dave sat back
and took a drink of his coke and I opened up my notebook and picked up
my pen just as mom walked into the living room. "Hi Bambi." She smiled
and looked at Dave.

"Uh, Hi...mom." I felt really nervous, like she knew he'd kissed me!
"This is...um, David, he's my partner for the Science Fair."

"Oh, that's nice." She smiled.

"Hello Mrs. Pavageau, um, it's nice to meet you." Dave stood up and
sort of looked my mom up and down, licking his lips. "Really nice!" He
smiled too.

My mom is pretty good looking. In fact she looks just like me, except
she's older. But lots of people think she's my older sister and
there's no way she looks 32, believe me! I didn't mind though, because
I figured if I had her genes I'd look good too when I was really old
like her!

"It's nice to meet you too, David." My mom held his hand for a long
minute while I sat there, waiting for her to leave us alone! "Are you
in high school?" Mom giggled like she couldn't believe that. "You're
so...big!" She was squeezing Dave's shoulder gently, but her eyes were
looking down at his crotch!

"I'm a senior, Mrs. Pavageau." Dave nodded. "I like to...sweat."

"Sweat?" My mom giggled, just like I do when I'm a little embarassed.

"Dave's a football player, mom." I rolled my eyes.

"Ohhh..." My mom nodded.

"Do you like football, Mrs. Pavageau?" Dave asked her softly.

"Just call me Chrissie."

"Okay...Chrissie." Dave breathed. "You didn't answer my question."

"I like all kinds of contact sports." She touched Dave's hard flat
stomach, feeling the abs under his t-shirt. "Especially the sweaty
kind!"

"Mom!" I looked at her and she took a deep breath.

"Yes dear." She smiled and looked down at me. "I'm sure you two have a
lot to do, I'll uh...leave you to it. Are you staying for dinner,
David?"

"Oh, um...I don't know." He looked at me.

"Do you want to have dinner with us?" I asked him and he nodded,
smiling quite a lot as he turned to face my mom.

"Good!" Mom started to leave finally. "I'll set a place right next to
mine!" She giggled again and walked out of the room. Dave didn't sit
back down until she was gone.

"Wow!" Dave grinned at me. "That's your mom?" Like he couldn't believe
it!

"Yeah." I sighed. "She's so...embarrassing sometimes!"

"Oh no, she's hot!"

What?" I stared at him.

"She's uh, great. Really cool." He shrugged. "I like her. She acts uh,
more like your sister."

"Yeah." I frowned.

Don't worry. I knew what was going on. Some people think just because
my IQ tops 200 I have like no common sense or something. I'm all
innocent and oblivious to the world around me. Yeah right! I wish! My
mom was putting the make on my boyfriend! And he was going for it too!
I knew he'd end up fucking her. Just like she had with my Computer
Science Professor at MIT, he'd been cute. He'd liked me a lot, even
though I was only 11 at the time. He said that didn't matter, my body
I mean, because he was in love with my brain. But after he met my mom,
he decided he liked bodies too. They fucked like rabbits and the guy
even had the nerve to try and get us into a three-way! Can you believe
that?

I would have done it, maybe, just because I thought I'd loved him. He
was my first crush. But my mom said no, I wasn't old enough yet. She
said I had to wait until I got my period before I could have sex.
Sometimes I think she was protecting me, because she really does love
me. But other times I think she was just keeping my would-be boyfriend
all to herself!

My Daddy isn't much help either. He works hard. He's a mechanic down
at the Wally Pump on the interstate and he's always greasy and tired
and dirty when he comes home. He isn't very smart. I have to read the
sub-titles to him when we watch Dragonball-Z on TV. He really likes
Japanese cartoons. I don't know why, but he's my Daddy, so I don't
care. He laughs a lot and hugs me, but my mom treats him like dirt.
Oh, not to his face, when he's home she treats him like a king! But
when he's gone, like that day when she met Dave? She couldn't even
tell you what my Daddy's name was, I bet. She forgot all about him and
just wanted my boyfriend's dick!

I almost told him about her a couple times, but he's so happy...How
could I break his heart? So I kept the secret and decided that when I
did get my own physics lab, I was going to do something about my
mother's bad habits. I was thinking about using mesons, decelerating
them to a fraction of the speed of light in an electro-magnetic well,
and then just as they penetrated her cerebral cortex, phasing the
particles with a Trevlar field, exciting the mesons to trans-light
velocity and effectively creating a wormhole in her brain. I wasn't
exactly sure what the effects would be though, I was still trying to
keep the Trevlar field from expanding to 10(8) the size of the
universe in a nanosecond, effectively introducing every living thing
in existence to God. It was a tough little problem. Maybe if I used
Bosons...

Anyway...See, one of the pitfalls of being a girl genius is that your
mind tends to wander! My more immediate problem though was finding a
way to keep Dave for myself! Bad enough every girl in school wanted
him, now my own mother was going to steal him away from me!
Well...we'd see about that!

Daddy was home for dinner though, so at least mom behaved herself,
although she did drop her fork a few times and had to bend down, under
the table to find it. Dave made little happy growling noises when that
happened and I just picked at my food. After dinner, my Daddy was
sitting outside on the porch, smoking and drinking a beer when it was
time for Dave to go. He'd given me a little kiss, not like the one
before, but it still made my heart bounce a little and my panties felt
sticky. I closed the door and stood there, leaning against it, just
catching my breath really. But I could hear my Daddy talking to Dave.

"David," my Daddy said. "If you're gonna be coming around here, you
best know I love my little girl."

"Uh, yes sir, she's...she's a peach. I like her a lot."

"You tapped her yet?" My Daddy wasn't a learned man, like I said, but
he knew how to make a point.

"Sir?" Dave sounded nervous. "Ahhh...no. No, I don't um, I wasn't
trying to..."

"Shut-up!" My daddy was really big too. Dave was big, for a high
school guy. But my Daddy is big even for a mechanic guy. He lifted a
Chevy Nova once because he dropped a wrench under it. It didn't have
the engine in it, of course, that would have been real heavy! But
imagine lifting the front end of a Chevy with one hand and reaching
down to find your wrench. That's why he came in second at the world's
strongest man competition last year. Maybe you saw it on ESPN? Anyway,
when he tells somebody to shut-up the Earth stops turning for a second
on its axis. You can feel it sometimes, if you concentrate.

"Yes sir!" Dave wasn't too bright either.

"You mocking me?" Daddy stared at him. "You try and tap my baby and
I'm gonna roll you up into an itsy-bitsy little ball and kick you so
hard you'll be speakin goddamn Chinese when you come down! You
understand me boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"You wanna tap some tang, you do Chrissie in there. She ain't gonna
mind and I ain't gonna care."

"You mean your...uh...wife?"

"Why? You seen another Chrissie round here, stupid?"

"Oh, er, n-no sir!"

"But you do my little girl and I'll drop a Ford small block on your
head so fast it'll feel like yesterday! Now get outta here before I
shove that pussy Honda up your punk ass!"

Dave was running then. I peeked through the window and watched him get
into his little red CRX and drive away, very fast! I hoped he wouldn't
get a ticket.

I couldn't believe Daddy knew that mom was a total slut! And most
especially that he didn't even care! I almost went outside to talk to
him about it, but I didn't. I wasn't sure what I'd say, really. It was
enough to know how much he cared about me though, even if it did mean
it was going to be hard to have some sex! Daddy sounded pretty serious
about hurting Dave if he tried to make love to me. I wondered what
Dave would say when I saw him again...

"Oh, uh...hi Bambi, um...I was thinking maybe...I mean, you deserve
someone else for your Science Fair project and um, I was thinking
about moving to, er, Bolivia or something..."

"Oh!" I made a face and giggled. "I heard my daddy last night! Don't
worry about him, he's a big sweetie!"

"Uh, yeah...he's...big..." Dave didn't look too certain about the
sweetie part!

"So we'll go to my house after school, okay?" I smiled at him and
stood on my tip-toes to kiss him, even though there's no kissing in
the halls. It would be so good for my social standing when everybody
heard we'd been making out!

"No, uh...Bambi...I can't..."

"What?" He couldn't be serious! I tried a different tactic. "My mom
was hoping you'd help her uh, move her bed around, upstairs..." I
lied, knowing it was sort of the truth.

"Your mom? The...bed?" He looked a little less reluctant.

"Yeah. I told her you could...anyway...the pool guy was supposed to
come today so she'll probably be sunbathing, she likes to tan all
over." I made a face. "I don't know, so if you don't want to move the
bed, she'll probably forget all about it!"

"Sunbathing? Uh...what do you mean...all over?"

"Oh you know, she hates tan lines. But honestly, with all that cocoa
butter she puts on her butt I'm amazed any sun gets through to her at
all!" I laughed.

"Okay, uh sure, cocoa butter." Dave was nodding. "I'll meet you out
front after last bell."

It wasn't a real victory for me, I know. He was only coming over to
see my mom and that made me a little jealous, a little angry. I spent
the rest of the day thinking about what to do. I was pretty sure I
loved Dave. I mean, he was going to graduate high school next year and
go to some college on a football scholarship. I could quit whenever I
wanted, I mean whatever college he went to would probably offer me
tenure at least. Maybe even the chair of their science department, if
they were really smart. Unless he went to Cornell, or MIT, then I'd
have to settle for my own lab. But that would still be okay, I
thought. We could get married, have children, build a nice house close
to the campus and he could put his trophies on one wall and I could
put my prizes on another wall, and we'd be happy!

I just needed a really good way to make sure my mom, or anyone else
for that matter, couldn't steal him away! So, like the girl genius I
was, I turned to science for the answer!

My mom wasn't there when Dave took me home. I had to apologize and
make up some story about how she was probably out buying some new
lingerie. I told her she had more sexy underwear than any woman I had
ever even heard of, but he didn't really believe me until I showed him
my mom's walk in closet. There was a lot! And not just silk and stuff,
she had leather and PVC and I don't know what all! But at least Dave
wasn't going anywhere for awhile!

"I've been thinking about our project." I told Dave when we were
finally able to sit down in the den.

"Okay, um...the fair moon thing?" he asked.

"Oh no, not pheromones!" I smiled. "Something way better!"

"What?"

"Fundamental cybernetics!" I smiled at him.

"Huh?" He gave me a look like I was talking Greek.

"Well, not really cybernetics. More like...um...Biological Dynamics.
Synthesized responses within organic tissue. I haven't really worked
it all out yet, what I want to call it, I mean."

"Uh, okay...so what does it mean?"

"Well, we use an organism and modify it. We would introduce certain
synthesized elements, really simple ones of course." I laughed. "It's
only high school, you know."

"What's synthesized?"

"Uhhh...like robots? Sorta?" I offered wondering if I should buy Dave
a dictionary for Christmas.

"Robots? You want to make a robot?"

"No! No, not at all...like, uh...say we took a mouse and made a way to
control his legs, so we could make him run whenever we wanted to. It's
just muscle control. Electrical impulses going through nerves that
make the muscles move. We figure out which muscles we want to
manipulate, how to make them perform certain, simple and synchronized
actions, and then use...oh...like a remote control. Press a button and
the mouse runs, press another and he stops."

"Oh." Dave thought about it. "So like the 6 million dollar man guy on
TNT?"

"Who?" I shook my head. "I don't know that guy. But listen, anyone can
do a mouse and for a lot less than 6 million dollars! I was thinking
for our project we should really do something amazing, you know?
Something that will guarantee us first place!"

"Yeah!" Dave was all nods. "That's good thinking! If I don't ace
biology I'll end up playing for Mississippi State or something!" Dave
shuddered.

"Good!" I smiled and hugged him, but Dave drew back, nervously looking
towards the front door.

"So what, um...what's your idea then, Bambi?"

"Well, I thought we could use a person. A real live human being..."

"A person?" Dave frowned. "Is that...legal?"

"Legal?" I laughed. "We're just doing a Science Fair project, Dave.
We're not killing anyone! It's science!" I shook my head. "What if
someone had asked Enrico Fermi if it was legal to build an unshielded
nuclear reactor under the bleachers at the University of Chicago!" I
rolled my eyes. "We never would have had the nuclear bomb! We'd all be
speaking Japanese or something!"

"Chinese..." Muttered Dave and he looked around as if he'd heard a
noise.

"Huh?"

"I...I should probably get going, Bambi...before uh, before your Dad
comes home and, um..." He was starting to get up!

"Oh no! Just wait Dave, Daddy won't be home for hours! Now listen..."

I told Dave my idea in detail, well, as much detail as I had at that
time. I hadn't quite researched everything, of course. But I thought
it was really very simple and interesting too. From a biological
standpoint it was simple but challenging, at least for normal people
like Dave. And from a psychological point of view it was
extraordinary. I really thought I could probably get some attention
with this project, since my other Doctorate was in Clinical
Psychiatry. I only got that one because I was bored though, I'd never
really intended to use it for anything but getting a raise on my
allowance. And while I was Board Certified and I'd done my residency
with Boston General, I couldn't get a private license to practise
until I was 18 because insurance wouldn't cover a minor for
malpractice unless I was on staff! How dumb is that?

Dave, however, was white as a sheet and shaking like a leaf by the
time I'd finished.

"I'm gonna throw up!" He said and then he ran to the bathroom and did
just that. He left shortly after, walking slowly to his car and
looking back with wide brown eyes every few steps, just to make sure I
wasn't following him, I think.

Dave, I realized, wasn't too keen on my idea and I wasn't sure what to
do about it. I supposed that if I had more time to work on him, to
discuss it with him in detail, Dave would have come around. He'd have
understood that there was so much to gain with my plan. Not just first
place in the Science Fair, probably 3 or 4 Science Fairs, since we'd
obviously go to the Nationals with it; not just for the sake of
science either, even though I could see some research grants being
offered, maybe even an award or two. Dinner at the White House comes
with the Science Medal from the National Academy of Sciences, and I
had one already for the work on I did on SDI in kindergarten, but it
would be nice to introduce Dave to the President. The real gain though
would be for us personally! He had to understand that this would make
me so much happier! So much more confident in our relationship! I was
certain he loved me, he just didn't know it yet! If we did what I
wanted to do, he'd come around.

But without the time to convince Dave...I sighed. I needed to talk to
my Daddy.

"Daddy..."

"Hmmm?" We were sitting on the front porch, watching the sun go down.

"You know that Science Fair at school?" He nodded. "Do you think you
could help me with it?"

Daddy laughed. "You want me to help you with a science project? What
are you building a space shuttle or something?"

"No! Daddy...it's just for high school!" I giggled.

"Yeah, that'd probably be too much, huh?" He grinned at me.

"Definitely! But I did have an idea the other day. You know if we
ionized the outer hull of the shuttle, or anything going through the
upper atmosphere, and created a LFM-EMF it would significantly
reduce..."

Hold on!" Daddy hugged me. "You're talkin alphabet soup now Bambi, and
I don't even know what ionized means!"

"Oh, well...it um, means we give the atoms a positive electrical
charge, maybe something like 3.6(-10) electron volts, I think. It
wouldn't have to be very much at all and..."

My daddy just shook his head. "You were sayin something about my help,
Princess?"

"Oh! yeah, um...I was thinking that Dave and I could do an experiment
involving Bio-dynamics, stimulating a physical activity in the
musculature in response to artificial stimuli of the attendant nerve
cells would be the immediate goal, and in the long term we'd document
the effects of the procedure, both physically and more important
mentally on the subject over a period of...mmm several years
probably."

"Can you say that in Americanese, dear?"

"Uh, well...I want to cut off Dave's penis, Daddy." I sort of looked
down, not knowing how my Daddy would react.

"Goddamn Bambi!" He laughed so hard he almost spilled his beer! "Shit
girl, that's the first thing you said to me since you was three years
old that makes any damn sense!"

"Really?" I looked up smiling happily.

"Hell yeah!" He nodded. "I'd like to see that myself!"

"I knew you'd understand!" I gave Daddy a big hug.

"Well, now hold on...Uh, I know why I wouldn't mind it, but why do you
wanna do it?"

"Well, um...Firstly, I love him Daddy!" He made a face and I swallowed
nervously and hurried on. "I really do and I think he'd love me too,
if um, he wasn't so distracted all the time. I've seen other girls
Daddy, and women too! Like mo...other women and all they want is his
penis, I think. So if he didn't have one of those, well...nobody else
would be trying to steal him away!"

I admit my logic was probably flawed, but I was in love and it was
confusing, quite frankly.

"Okay, uh...So you figure if you cut off his manhood he's gonna just
fall right into your lovin arms." Daddy nodded and thought about it
for a minute. "You know Bambi," he sighed, "a fella could go right off
the deep end losin his dipstick like that. Why I knew a fella, a
driver for NASCAR named Lenny, got his prick stuck in a 4 barrel carb
once. Don't ask me how..." Daddy held up his hands, "but it happened
and the crew chief, a fella named Dale, had to cut that bad boy off
with his teeth! Lenny never talked to Dale again, never said a word
the rest of his natural days, and they was cousins, Bambi. So I'm just
sayin, this boyfriend of yours might not be so understanding!"

"I know." I nodded and told him how Dave had reacted that afternoon,
getting all white and shaking like he'd seen the end of the world. Not
to mention throwing up.

"That's more than the end of the world!" Daddy laughed. "That's a
ticket to hell in a wheelbarrow!...Now why else you wanna do this
anyway? What's cuttin a boy's dick off have to do with science?"

"Oh, everything Daddy!" I got excited again and explained it all real
slowly. Twice as a matter of fact, until Daddy was nodding.

"And you figure that'll get you one of those Noble things?"

"Nobel, Daddy...No-bell...and no, not one of those. But it might get
me a nice paperweight from the National Science Foundation and a
couple million dollars in grant money."

"Yeah?" He smiled at me. "We could redo the basement with that much
money." He rubbed his chin.

I nodded. "Build a nice little particle accelerator under the
neighborhood too."

"Okay, so I reckon we just need to persuade the lad, huh?" Daddy
hugged me tight. "I'll talk to him."

"Thanks Daddy!" I hugged him back. He really is the best Daddy in the
world!

I tried for three days to get Dave back over to my house, but he
wouldn't even talk to me! He just turned and ran whenever he saw me!
It was embarrassing! Daddy had the thought that it might be easier to
persuade him if Dave got caught with his pants down, so to speak. So,
there was only one person I knew who could arrange that!

"Mom?" She was sunbathing when I came home from school, laying out by
the pool and not wearing anything but her sunglasses and a lot of
cocoa butter. I sat down next to her, ignoring her glistening boobs
with their big brown nipples standing straight up. And the way she
parted her legs just a little so I could see her dark oily labia
hanging out just a little through the thin gauze of her blonde pubic
hair. I sort of looked at her tummy, which was washboard flat and
showed no indication at all that I'd ever been in there. She looked
like she was 19 still and I hoped I would look like that when I was
her age.

"Get undressed honey, catch a little sun." She told me sleepily.

"Okay." I thought maybe if we were both relaxing it would be easier to
talk to her. I stripped out of my clothes, folding them up and putting
them on the picnic table. Then I laid down next to her, feeling just a
little self-conscious because I was pretty pale compared to her. And
my breasts were nice and big enough for the rest of me, but not like
hers. My nipples looked like pink bubblegum and I wished they were
darker. My pussy too was just barely covered with hair, not much at
all, and my lips were thin and tucked in tight. Even my clit was
hiding, just barely a little nub there to prove it existed at all.

"You should put some lotion on, Bambi!" My mom sat up and reached for
the bottle. "You're going to get burned if you're not careful!" She
warned me and then poured warm tanning oil all over my boobs first and
then she started rubbing them slowly, moving so she could straddle my
narrow waist and really rub my boobs good. "We need to work it into
the skin, dear." She rubbed some around my nipples gently making them
hard and itchy.

"Mom, I was wondering...um...do you like Dave?" I asked, stifling a
little sigh because mom was really squeezing my tits by then, pushing
them together and I could feel her sex all wet and warm sliding over
my belly button as she moved.

"David? Your boyfriend?" She asked.

"Yeah, him...he's uh, well...not really my boyfriend yet. I've been
trying to get him to come back over but..."

"Don't tell me he's shy!" Mom laughed. "He didn't strike me as the shy
type!"

Mom was rubbing my breasts harder now, really working her fingers deep
into the firm fatty mounds and I tried not to think about it too much.
"No...no mom...he's uh, not...it's just..."

"Just that you haven't given him what he wants, probably!" Mom shook
her pretty head and pinched my nipples painfully so I yelped. "A young
man like that has needs, Bambi."

"Yeah, uhhhhh....mom...okay..." She'd gone back to rubbing my boobs,
pressing them together and watching the oil run out between them.

She slid down a little, straddling my thighs and tracing her fingers
down my smooth tummy, pouring more oil and massaging it into my skin.
"You're such a pretty girl, Bambi!" Mom sighed. "I hate to think of
all the fun you're missing with your nose stuck in some boring book
when you could have someone like Dave with his big prick stuck in
you!"

"Mom!" I protested. "Don't be so...crude!"

"Crude?" Mom laughed. "That's not crude, it's the truth! Believe me!
You're a grown woman now...almost...and it's about time you started
acting like it! All this science stuff never made a baby!"

"A baby! What?" Where had that come from? "Mom, I'm fourteen! I just
want to do my Science Fair project!"

"Shhhh..." Mom shushed me, shifting a little so she was riding my left
thigh. She brought her hands down between my legs. "Open up dear, you
don't want to get burned down here! Believe me!" She giggled and
poured a great gob of slippery oil over my vulva. I gave a little moan
and wriggled my butt when I felt mom's hands rubbing over my sex, all
around my little hole and then slipping a finger inside.

"Have you been doing your exercises?" Mom asked me with a frown. "I
guess not!" She answered herself. "You're so tight, Bambi! I swear,
when Dave pushes his big dick in there it's going to hurt him! You
have to prepare yourself, remember?" She was working her finger in and
out slowly, reaching deep to feel my hymen. "You'll be so happy when
that's gone!" She smiled.

"Oh...uhhh uhuh...mom..." I was having a hard time breathing and mom
pushed another finger inside me, stretching my pussy walls a little
more than I was used to.

"In and out baby...one-two-three...remember how I showed you?" She
worked her two fingers back and forth and then giggled when she pushed
the third inside, making me arch my back and grunt a little. She
started rubbing my clitoris with her thumb, real softly and then
harder, rocking herself on my thigh as she did it. "Mustn't forget
about her!" Mom smiled.

"Oh! Ohhhh...Mom...please! I...oh! ...Mommmmmmmmmy!!!"

I saw stars after that...bright red and yellow and pink stars just
exploding all around me! When I started waking up, even though I
hadn't been sleeping, I was all out of breath and I felt like I'd just
met Sir Isaac Newton!

"See? Now you have to do that every night, Bambi!" She leaned down and
gave my clit a little motherly kiss.

"Oh! Oh...ohhhkay...mom." I was huffing and puffing. I took a few
minutes to recover and mom waited patiently.

"Now dear..." Mom smiled and lay back down in her lounger, spreading her
legs wide. "Why don't you practice on me now, okay?"

"But what am I going to do about Dave?" I asked as I poured some oil
on my mom's sex, watching it run all over her slit and down to pool
between her tanned butt cheeks.

"Shhh...Don't you worry, Bambi...I'll call the boy tonight and believe me,
tomorrow after school, he'll be begging you to bring him home!" Mom
smiled and kissed my nose. "Now be a good girl and do me...er...do your
exercises, I mean."

Well, at least mom was as good as her word because the next day at
school, even before the first bell rang, Dave was running up to me!

"Bambi! Hey! Bambi..." He smiled. "Hi, uh...hey...I was um, er...I'm sorry I
was acting like a jerk. I just, uh...you know, a guy thing..."

I nodded and looked around like I was bored. He owed me.

"Right...uh, so anyway, Bambi, I was wondering, um...well, if we could
work on our project..." He was almost begging, but not quite.

"Oh..." I sighed. "I don't know. You didn't seem to like my idea so,
well...I was talking to Richard, that really cute junior? You know
him...he's captain of the Chess Club? Anyway, he sounded pretty
interested and..."

"What?" Dave shook his head in disbelief. "That geek? Oh Bambi, come
on! He's...he's...he's in the Chess Club!"

"Well, so?" I stood back and folded my arms across my chest. "My FIDE
rating is 2414 and I just need one more norm for my International
Grandmaster title." I stuck out my tongue. "I beat the Polgar sisters
in Prague last summer...All of them! And Garry sent me flowers...fourteen
roses for my birthday!"

"Yeah but...you're a girl!" He laughed and changed the subject since he
had no idea who or what I was talking about. "Please? Oh please Bambi?
Just...just take me home, okay? I'll uh...we'll talk about the project
okay? Maybe think of something, er...better! Uh less...you know...more
better!"

"More better?" I shook my head. "I don't know..."

"Look I'm sorry!" He dropped to his knees. "Okay? I'm sorry, please?
One more chance! Just one, okay Bambi?"

Wow! My mom was good!

I let David drive me home and everything went according to plan. My
mom's plan! She was standing there as soon as I opened the door,
dressed in a red leather corset, black thigh high stockings, and
gleaming leather boots up to her knees. She was smacking her left palm
with a riding crop and she smiled when she saw David.

"M-M-Mrs. Pavageau?" My boyfriend stuttered and I had to close my
eyes. I knew this was the price I had to pay to keep him the rest of
my life. But I didn't like it very much.

"Call me Chrissie..." Mom grinned and tapped her thigh with the crop.
"Mistress Chrissie!"

"I, uh..." Dave had forgotten all about me.

"Shhh...quiet now David, we have work to do!" She started leaving the
room, heading towards her bedroom. "Come along, slave!" She giggled.
"Bambi? Did you want to...come? Along I mean...To watch? Or
something?"

I did and I didn't... "No mom, it's okay. I'll just do my homework."

"Good girl!" Mom said, but she was already out of sight and my
boyfriend was crawling behind her like a lost puppy.

I sighed and did my algebra assignment, answering the extra credit
problems in about 14 seconds. They were ridiculously easy and I was so
bored I wrote an extra credit problem of my own for the teacher,
knowing that it would take him and his whole family a couple years to
solve it. It had taken me 3 weeks to write it for an experiment I'd
done when I was eight, and it had taken 54 hours of computing time on
MIT's supercomputer, at 2 grand an hour, to solve it! Luckily it was
covered by my scholarship. There'd been a lot of competition to get me
enrolled and MIT had made a couple offers I couldn't refuse. One of
them was Box Seats at Fenway Park for my Daddy. Otherwise I would have
gone to Princeton maybe. But I was glad I could do something for my
Daddy, because he was about to do something for me!

I'd been listening to Dave and my mother for almost two hours. There
was the sound of spankings, and some moaning and groaning. Some
screams, but not the bad kind. A lot of bouncing and shaking, and you
know...other stuff. Basically my mommy was fucking the hell out of my
boyfriend and he was loving it. I shouldn't have been too mad, I
guess. I had arranged for it to happen. My mom had no idea what was
going on, she thought she was just keeping my boyfriend interested in
me, by some strange twist of slut logic. Mom was just...being mom. And
David, well...he was just 18 years old. His life was ruled by his
penis, you know, so he couldn't really be blamed for what he was
doing. If it was anyone's fault, it was mine. I mean I peeked,
okay...I admit it. I snuck a look and saw my boyfriend fucking my mom
in the butt, and kissing her and getting spanked while mommy gave him
an enema. I saw all that! How she sucked his penis like 5 times and
swallowed everything! And how David squeezed her boobs and sucked them
and bit them and pretty much sold his soul to them. Sure, I watched. I
even, uh...practiced my exercises, you know.

But I didn't like it! 

"Hi Bambi!" Daddy was home and ran up to him, launching myself so I
could hug him really tight. I guess he could tell I'd been crying and
he carried me into the kitchen so he could put his lunch bucket next
to the sink. "What is it? What's the matter, angel?"

"Oh Daddy! It's mom and...and...David!" I sobbed. "They're upstairs
and um...they're doing it!"

"Huh?" Daddy put on his unhappy face and put me down. "Oh, well...I
guess this is it then. Time for that little man to man. You,
uh...ready to do whatever it is you're gonna be doing?"

I nodded, wiping my face. "Yeah Daddy, I'll do it downstairs on the
operating table. Everything is ready."

"We got an operating table?" Daddy looked at me.

"It was on sale." I shrugged. "Everyone should have one."

"Okay. You say so." He smiled and gave me a kiss, wiping the corner of
my eyes with his big thumbs. "Don't you worry, Bambi, that boy won't
ever treat you like this again! I promise!" He grinned at me. "And
you're gonna win that Science Fair too! I can tell!"

"Thanks Daddy." I nodded and even smiled a little because he always
knows how to cheer me up.

"You just wait in your little lab, Princess. We'll be down directly!"
And his voice left little doubt of that!

My parents call it the lab, but it isn't, not really. It's just some
old equipment I managed to scrounge from MIT mostly, some stuff off
Ebay, and when they shut down one of the reactors up in Maine,
well...We didn't pay for our electricity any more, put it that way.
Nor did any of our friends. It was only 5.2 megawatts, but it was
enough for a decent lasing cavity, so I'd built one and I'd already
measured the mean distance to Mars at perihelion with it, just to
calibrate it...Nasa was off by almost 0.8 centimeters with their
Earth-based measurement! I think they had thermal blooming problems.
Anyway, I had everything I'd need for our Science Fair project and I
checked my operating table, it was all ready.

Dad came down a few minutes later carrying David by the neck. I mean
his feet weren't touching the floor, even though he was kicking a
little. Dave was also pretty naked, except for some laundry pins on
his nipples and some strawberry jelly dripping from his anus. My mom
was right behind them, looking worried and when she saw me she
demanded an explanation!

"I demand an explanation young lady!" 

Daddy made a face and asked me where I wanted him.

"Right on the table, Daddy. There's some straps there, just uh, secure
his ankles and wrists and belt his stomach." Daddy nodded and it was
real easy for him.

"Wha-what are you doing? No...please! I-I'm sorry...I thought you said
it was okay to fuck your wife! I'm sorry!"

"Shhhhh..." I told Dave and picked up the gas mask, fitting it over
his face and grabbing my stethoscope. "I want you to count slowly
backwards for me...100...99...98..."

"...98...please...97...96...Bambi...95..." Dave at least was counting
and that seemed to calm him down. Along with the anesthesia of course.

"I said I want an explanation!" My mom was still there, naturally.
Pretty naked too, glistening with perspiration and she had semen in
her hair, but I didn't say anything.

"It's for my Science Fair project Mom..." I busied myself with
scrubbing up.

"What project? What are you doing? You better tell me Bambi..."

"Chrissie, shut up will ya? Can't you see the girl's busy doing her
homework?" My Daddy stared at her. "What were you doing fucking a kid
like that for anyway? I mean Jesus; you're the president of the PTA
for crying out loud."

"Oh! And you're one to talk! She gets it from you!" Mom turned around
and left so Daddy and I just looked at each other and giggled. Well, I
giggled, he laughed. Mom always thought Daddy was doing me. We'd long
ago given up on denying it, all I ever did was jerk him off sometimes.

"You need me to stick around?" Daddy didn't like seeing blood, I knew
and I shook my head. He probably didn't want to see his own 14 year
old daughter performing a penectomy either.

"No Daddy, it's a real simple procedure. An hour I think, open and
closed."

"Okay, uh...well...I guess I'll have to go upstairs and grease your
mama's can...I don't care what she says, that kid didn't have a clue
what he was doin! Your mama was about to eat him like a manwich!" He
walked off chuckling. "He oughta be thankin us!"

I nodded, retrieving some glucose and a bag of plasma from the fridge.
I was gonna start an IV and I knew Daddy didn't want to see that! He
was going to go fuck my mom within an inch of her life. My Daddy is
big, like I said, and my mom just liked to make trouble so he'd sort
of punish her with it, you know? I never really understood their
relationship very much. But one thing I was sure of, David and I would
have a very, very different one than theirs!

I filmed it all of course, and had my microphone turned on, dictating
my procedures and observations. I hate forgetting stuff and I was
going to need to write several articles, probably. Removal of the
penis is actually very easy. Most people think it's difficult, some
huge operation requiring 10 hands and 6 hours, but really, one person
with a decent medical background and good facilities can do it in less
time than it took me to write this down for you. My biggest concern
wasn't the removal of that useless ugly appendage; it was the proper
insertion of the hardware into his muscle tissue and then the grafting
of the bioware with his nervous system. I'd had to modify some very
delicate microchips and I wished I had a better surgiscope, but I made
do. The chips were so small they'd barely show up on a general x-ray,
someone would have to be looking for them and I was pleased with the
results. I'd struggled a bit with wiring, since I did need
approximately 3cm of antenna, but I was able to solve that with the
surgical tubing I was using for his urethras. I attached a filament of
surgical steel, about the diameter of a human hair to the tube, using
a milligram of Thorium to cauterize the materials. This would be in
close enough proximity to the microchips that the desired signal would
be inferred by the electromagnetic field produced.

All in all, the whole thing took a little more than 90 minutes and
that included making Dave's now very smooth crotch as beautiful as I
could. I even designed a little check valve for his bladder recess and
sculpted it under the microscope so when he used it his pee would come
out in nicely uniform stream...not some random all over messing spray!
I thought it was quite attractive already and after a few weeks,
perhaps a month, when his scars healed, it would look like he'd never
even had a penis! It was making me excited just looking at
him...sexually excited! And I couldn't wait to experiment with him!

Dave took some time to get used to his new condition. My parents spoke
to his parents...well, back up. My daddy and I spoke to my mom. She
was really quite surprised at first, and didn't really believe it
until she saw Dave sleeping peacefully in my bed. Where a few hours
before a long hard straight cock had been, there was now only a smooth
bit of skin, swollen and discolored of course, a little bruised and
red, but it would heal very well in my expert opinion. Mom looked at
his bladder recess; I suppose pee-hole is easier, which also served as
his ejaculate-hole, since I'd left Dave's balls attached. I like
balls. Penises never did a whole lot for me, but testicles...mmmm...
There was something about those, I always liked! And Dave had nice
ones too. Low hanging, heavy, plum sized balls in a soft wrinkled sack
that smelled wonderful! Manly and musky...sexy! So he had his balls
hanging there, below a blank empty smooth bit of body...I was in love!

Mom too, once she was used to it! Especially when I told her the
secret that was going to win me the Science Fair!

"Why did you leave his balls?" My mom finally asked. "He would look so
nice if he was completely smooth!" Mom was rubbing herself a little.

"Yeah." I nodded. "I thought about pushing them up, into his pelvis
and doing some reconstruction on his scrotum, you know, making him
totally smooth. But I kind of like the effect. No penis, just a pair
of balls hanging there."

"They are very pretty." My mom agreed. 

My Daddy just grunted. "Seen one pair you seen em all."

"Oh, you have pretty balls too dear!" My mom smiled and hugged him.

"Anyway, I need to leave the balls because I'm going to observe Dave
and measure the effects of not being able to ejaculate. I mean he'll
still be producing testosterone, among other things, and sperm
obviously, but it won't have any recourse to expression."

"Huh?" Daddy looked at me.

"He won't cum dear." Mom giggled.

"No, he won't. Not unless I tell his body to ejaculate. I've used some
technology, fairly simple technology really, to control the muscles
that permit Dave's testes to expel sperm. I couldn't completely
isolate them from his nervous system of course, but I think I've
inhibited them enough to prevent any nocturnal emissions."

"Wet dreams." My mom whispered to Daddy before he could ask.

"And, just in case, I have an off switch that sends a constant
relaxation signal to those particular muscles, so even if his
subconscious did try to have a wet dream..." I smiled at Daddy. "Well,
nothing would happen."

"Hmmm..." Daddy rubbed his crotch thoughtfully. "You uh...love this
guy, huh?"

"Of course! I laughed. "Anyway, that same technology allows me to give
him orgasm anytime I want. As often as I want." I giggled. "He won't
even know when it's coming, no pun intended!"

"How do you do that, Bambi?" My mom asked, rubbing her chin
thoughtfully and glancing at Daddy.

"Oh, it's a little remote control." I held it up. "Runs off AAA
batteries."

"Ohhhh..." Mom giggled.

"That boy is gonna be in living hell!" My Daddy shook his head.

"No dear, believe me! I've seen that boy in bed...he'll love it!" Mom
told him. "And besides, he's going to be our son-in-law, so you might
as well get used to the boy. No teasing him because he doesn't have a
dick!"

"Yeah, yeah..." Daddy sighed. "Well, if my baby's gotta get married, I
guess this is for the best...at least I don't have to imagine him
dipping his wick in my baby's pie!"

Like I said, my parents talked to Dave's parents. My fianc� was still
asleep of course, I thought it would be best to keep him out for a
full day and then wake him slowly to the realization of what I'd done.
My future in-laws took it well, the mother did anyway. She didn't
think there was really anything to get in a fuss over, but Dave's dad
was a little harder to win over. He was thinking about calling a
lawyer, of all things, maybe even the police, but his wife talked him
out of that!

"Henry!" She was whispering loudly, loudly enough that we could hear
her in the other room. "Now you shut right up! That little girl in
there did us a favor! Dave is going to marry a young woman who is
beautiful, smart, and tough enough to get what she wants! Now there
just aren't a whole lot of us around, do you understand me? If Dave
had his way he'd be sticking his thing in every girl he happened to
meet at the bus stop! And probably marry some exotic dancer named
Buffy! Or worse! Now don't you ruin his chances for happiness, do you
understand me?"

"But..."

"Don't you but me, Henry! I run this family, not you! Now get in there
and smile and tell those nice people how happy you are to share in our
children's happiness! Or so help me Henry, I'll have you strapped down
and de-balled so fast you'll wonder if your watch broke!"

"Yes dear."

"That's better!"

I had no idea Dave's mom was so tough! I knew I was going to like her
a lot! I told her...

"If uh, you ever do want to castrate your husband, I can do it." I
smiled. "No charge."

"Oh, you're a sweet girl, Bambi!" She hugged me and smiled. "Is next
week good for you?"

Telling Dave was going to be tough, I knew. But luckily my mom and
Dave's mom were there with me, to give me some much needed support and
help soothe Dave's concerns about being a man without penis! It was
actually about 10 days later. I'd kept him doped up and really wanted
to make sure he was healing okay. Of course he wasn't unconscious the
whole time and he wondered why he had a catheter coming through all
the bandages, but he figured that at least still meant he had a penis.
I didn't tell him otherwise until I had to.

He didn't say anything for a long time. he just looked at himself
while I held up the mirror and smiled hopefully at him. I really
wanted him to appreciate the effort I put into it! This wasn't some
emergency room hack job. I'd studied the latest reconstructive surgery
techniques and even spent $42,000 of my own money on the laser I'd
used. Of course it was an older model, but I'd picked it up from a
hospital in the Ukraine. It was worth 10 times what I paid for it, at
least! The hospital over there needed penicillin more than they needed
a laser though and 42 grand paid for a lot of medicine.

After Dave stared for awhile he looked at his mother. "Mommy?" He was
crying a little. "Am I still a boy?"

"Of course you're still a boy, dear!" His mom rushed over and they
hugged. "Your father isn't." She giggled and my mom and I grinned at
each other. "But you are!"

"What?" Dave stared at her, not understanding what she'd just said.

"I said yes, you're a man! You still have your balls, and you're going
to give me some grandchildren! Lots of them! Understand me?" His mom
looked at Dave sternly. Giving him a little tough love.

Dave looked at me and I could see he was nervous. He didn't know what
to say or how to feel. That was okay though, I figured that my
psychiatry degree would pay for itself with our happiness. Well...it
hadn't cost me anything anyway, but you know what I mean. Dave would
soon learn to love me as much as I loved him, I was sure. And with all
that testosterone and no relief I thought he'd make one heck of a
football player too! But first...There was the small matter of the
Science Fair to win!

I let Dave recuperate while I went to work on our displays. I needed
to be able to explain quickly and graphically exactly what our project
was about. This wasn't really all that hard. Daddy was a big help and
it was his idea to use the three 42" Plasma Panels I'd gotten from a
yard sale at Boston College to illustrate the medical procedure. I
have to admit, it looked pretty flashy when it was all set up. One
panel ran the film of the procedure with my original narration cleaned
up a little and displayed as subtext, rather than a voiceover.

Another panel showed the workings of the male reproductive system. It
was sort of cartoonish in my opinion, but Daddy liked it a lot. He
said it was easy to understand and now he knew what the hell I was
talking about, kind of. The third panel I used to illustrate our long
term goal of studying the effects of prolonged orgasm denial on a
human. It was basically my application for the research grant I was
going to ask for, but in less detail. I really didn't think it was
interesting enough compared to the other two panels, but it met the
criteria, I think.

Of course the best part would be Dave himself. Daddy built a revolving
stage for him to stand on. People would naturally want to see our
project live and in person. During the actual judging I would bring
Dave to orgasm several times to prove the functionality of our project
and demonstrate the application of all our hard work. I was sure
they'd be impressed. The booth on our right was a model of the solar
system made with Styrofoam balls and turned by a bicycle chain. On our
left some kids were building a model of Mt. St. Helens and using
vinegar, baking soda, and red food coloring to simulate lava flow. I
rolled my eyes when I heard about that one. Anyway, I didn't envision
a whole lot of competition, you know?

Convincing Dave to model on the platform in front of hundreds of
fellow students, parents, teachers, reporters, and judges was going to
take some doing though! I really couldn't understand his reluctance!
Every time I brought the subject up he pulled the blanket over his
head and cried miserably! Even his mother couldn't cheer him up! I was
really getting worried. He was healing just fine, of course, I was
even planning on doing a little more surgery, just some lasing of his
epidermis really, to eliminate the small scars that I hadn't been able
to avoid during the operation. He was going to look perfect and his
picture would be in text books for years to come!

"Dave?" 

This was our last chance. Dave's mom had convinced her husband to talk
to their son. I sure hope it worked!

"Dave, uh..." He coughed a little. "Now you listen to me son, you,
uh...need to listen to your mother. And..." He glanced at me and swallowed
nervously.

I had his balls in a little glass jar. Dave's mom wanted them in a
snow globe paperweight for her desk at work and I hadn't had a chance
to do that yet. Not that it would have taken long, but she was very
understanding anyway. Lawyers know how important things have to take
precedence over our selfish desires.

"Well son, you need to get out of this bed and stop moping around.
You, uh...put your dick on the chopping block for this project and you
sure don't want to see all that hard...work...go to waste!" He was looking
down and I didn't think he sounded very convincing.

"That's easy for you to say Dad!" Dave whined and I rolled my eyes.
"She didn't...didn't...didn't cut of your dick!"

"No she didn't cut that off, but...uh...You're right about that son...Just
remember, having a dick doesn't make a man!" His wife was prodding
him, whispering in his ear. "Uh...Balls make a man, trust me. And you
got some big ones there."

Dave didn't say anything for a minute and I didn't think it was going
to work.

"You don't know what it's like! S-She cut off my dick! You...you don't
know, Dad!"

"Now ahhhh son..." He was tilting his head a little. "I do know a little
something about it and uh, well...she loves you. That's why Bambi did
it....Now you might not understand that, but you have to believe me on
this...Everybody in this room loves you and..."

"Everyone else will laugh at me!" He almost yelled! "And how would you
know anyway?"

"Look here son...come on, get your head of there and stop hiding."
Dave's dad was undoing his trousers. "Take a look at this now."

I'd done a pretty nice job, I thought, for my first castration. He was
totally smooth underneath that rather useless penis. No scars at all
either, I'd cleaned him up very nicely and I never got tired of
inspecting the man. Oh...I saw one or two small blemishes, but nobody
else would notice, not in a hundred years. I was just being overly
critical of my work, as usual.

"D-Dad?" Dave was staring at the empty place between his father's legs
were his plump little balls had once been. "What happened?" He sat up
a little straighter, which I took as a good sign.

"Well, your mother and I..." His wife gave him a little kick in the
shin. "Your mother...decided that I didn't really need those pesky
testicles anymore so she, uh...she had Bambi remove them and..." His wife
was whispering more. "..and I'm so glad too son, because now...now I
don't have to compete with her like I used to. I can um, relax and be
the husband I should have been all these years."

"But..." Dave stared.

"No buts! I'm...s-sorry I let my balls get in the way of so much
happiness and, well...I'm not really a man anymore, son. Not like your
mother needs so..." She kicked him again. "There will be some...er,
changes....but don't you worry about that now. The important thing is
you still have your balls and you have a woman who loves you. Who
needs you son, and that's all any man could ask for in this world! Now
you, uh...you get on out of there and hold your head up high. Don't
worry about those other people. Believe me, when uh...when they see how
happy you and Bambi are, why they'll...uh...they'll wish they'd thought of
it first!"

Wow! I was almost clapping after that little speech! I figured if that
didn't do the trick, nothing would! Dave's mom gave her husband a
smile and a little rub between his legs, telling him he was a good
little eunuch and he could give her a foot massage later. That seemed
to please him quite a lot and I was really glad I'd been able to make
them so happy with just a couple swipes of my scalpel.

Dave was nodding and he looked at me, his face questioning I thought.
"I love you David." I confessed. "Please trust me, okay? I only want
what's best for us, for both of us."

"I, um...I love you too Bambi." He was smiling, just a little and I felt
my heart do a little flutter. "I just...I mean all those people and..."

"Oh pooh!" I giggled. "All those people will be looking at you in
amazement! Especially the girls! But don't let that go to your head
now!" I warned him sternly, but I was smiling. "You're my man, nobody
else's! They can look but they can't touch!"

Dave swallowed hard, but he nodded, being so brave! "Alright Bambi,
I'll...I'll do it as long as you...you're with me. I'll do it."

And he did too! He looked so strong up there, going slowly around in a
circle while all of our friends and classmates stared at him. Oh,
there were a few giggles, and some of the boys seemed to turn a little
pale...in fact, there weren't a whole lot of boys who looked for more
than a few seconds. The girls though, I really needed to keep an eye
on them and I was glad my Daddy was there...He was my official booth
security guard and he kept all those oohing and ahhing teenage high
school girls on their toes, let me tell you! He even took a few of
them into the backroom for a good spanking or two!

When the judges came by, taking notes on their clipboards, I gave them
my presentation while they looked up at David's smooth unspoiled
crotch with his two big balls hanging there all by themselves. There
were three judges and I doubted if any of them were truly qualified to
judge my project. I mean one was an electrical engineer, so he could
appreciate some of the technical aspects, but the other two...a florist
or something with a degree in paleontology and a local television
personality with a degree in meteorology? Come on, please! I tried to
use small words and pointed at the graphics a lot.

The best part though, the part that had drawn the crowd was when I
demonstrated my remote ability to exercise Dave's ejaculation
response! He had a good month's worth of sperm and I hoped it would be
enough, even with the high protein supplements I was putting him on...I
really wanted to put on a show! I had done some very rough
calculations on the probable force of his ejaculation, but I wouldn't
really know the extent of his abilities until I measured the PSI of
his ejaculate...I'd measured Daddy's, a couple times, just for something
to compare Dave's results with. It wasn't ideal, considering the
differences in their relative physiques, but I thought it would be
enough for the judges.

"Okay, stand back please!" I smiled as I held up the remote control.
"Are you ready David?" I had cameras and a variety of measuring
devices aimed at him, and of course I had an old fashioned measuring
tape on the floor.

"Betting's closed!" My Daddy was saying. I'd ignored his little
betting pool on how far David would shoot.

"I'm ready, Bambi." Dave nodded and closed his eyes.

"Now please remember, this is after only 30 days without ejaculation
and with absolutely zero physical or emotional stimulation!" I would
have preferred to isolate him completely, since I was quite sure
having a large crowd of adoring young females was giving him some
small amount of pleasure. But the judges didn't seem to notice this
discrepency.

My remote had only three buttons, the original two: `ON' and `OFF' of
course. But also I'd added a `PULSE' mode, which I thought should
simulate more accurately the spasmodic release of semen in a normal
male. But I wasn't going to use that button, not for my first
demonstration.

I thumbed the ON button and several people, mostly girls suddenly
gasped as David arched his back and the little opening in the smooth
soft flesh where his penis had once been released a long jet of his
creamy sperm arcing through the air! It landed nearly 12 feet away,
puddling on the floor just inches from a little bull's eye I'd drawn
with a magic marker. Dave was groaning loudly and his eyes were
tightly shut and he looked amazingly happy. I let him cum for a good
30 seconds before I turned it off and he immediately relaxed, catching
his breath and smiling as a little rivulet of semen ran down to his
balls.

One girl from school, Sandy Jordan, jumped up and licked it off, even
tonguing my boyfriend's little hole before Daddy could grab her! I
shook my head, there was always one! I just smiled as Dady took her to
the backroom for a spanking...I knew he'd show her what happened to 15
year old sperm lickers!

I waited until the cheering died down and the crowd returned it's full
attention on David before I hit the PULSE button, since I really
wanted to test that one too, and I was gratified to see his sperm
shooting out in a series of rapid spurts, each of them approximately 3
seconds long with a 1 second delay between them. It was quite nice, I
thought, and after a dozen spurts I turned it off. I should have
warned Dave about that one though, he hadn't been expecting it at all
and it left him a little dazed I think. But he told me later it had
felt wonderful!

I left David to accept our awards; he'd never won anything before, at
least nothing that required mental effort, just sports junk. A nice
professor from Cal-Tech offered us a research grant and Dave was
almost accepting that too, but I snatched it out of his hand.

"Funds...facilities...staff..." I shook my head and giggled, their numbers
were totally inadequate! "I'm sorry professor, but I'm not sure you've
considered all of our needs..."

"What?" He looked at me. "I assure you Dr. Pavageau, we are very
dedicated to your project..."

"My boyfriend wants to play football." I told him with a shake of my
head. I looked at David. "Does Cal-Tech have a football team?"

"I dunno." He shrugged. "USC does."

I smiled brightly and gave the papers back to the professor. "They
have a medical school too. I guess we'll wait for USC to call. Thank
you!"

Actually we ended up at the University of Minnesota, which was a much
better deal! They gave David a full scholarship and he even started
for the Gophers in the Rose Bowl his senior year!  He was the first
player without a dick to ever to win the Heisman Trophy and the
National Championship in the same year! Of course he had four years of
sperm built up too! His testosterone levels were off the chart by that
time! He really was unstoppable! His nickname was 'Dickless' naturally
enough and he had his own cheering section, full of sexy college women
holding up signs that said stuff like "GO DICKLESS!" and "YOU DON'T
NEED A DICK TO SCORE (with me!)" ...it was kind of cute and I liked to
sit in that section because all the other women treated me so nice. A
couple of the girls even asked me to help them with some 'little
problems' they had with their boyfriends, and of course who was I to
say no? I'd really forgotten how much fun college could be, or maybe
not...it had been a lot different when I was only nine, obviously. I
was 15 now and they treated me almost like a real person, even though
I was a professor now and had to give lectures once in awhile, even
teach a couple courses. But really, that's what grad students are for
anyway.

"Dave! Dickless Dave! You've just won the National Championship! What
are you going to do now?" Some reporter was asking.

"I'm gonna get married!" Dave was grinning and gave the camera a big
thumbs up mouthing the words 'I LOVE YOU BAMBI' I was so proud!

We were married that same night! It really was the best day of our
lives, up to that point. I mean...football championship thingy,
marriage...and finally I was going to get pregnant! Right there in our
honeymoon bed! Oh! The miracles of science!

I was wearing a very sexy red bit of silky lingerie. Like a tiny
camisole and matching thong. I'd just gotten married and I wanted to
consummate it so badly! We'd had sex before, of course, but only oral
sex...just Dave worshipping my body really. That had started when I was
still just 14 and I wasn't sure my Daddy would have approved if he
hadn't known David's dick was safely encased in Lucite. I'd made it
into a nice paperweight for my own desk, nine inches high, 6 inches in
diameter...The base was weighted and rounded slightly so it would wobble
if I gave it a little push. But it wouldn't fall down! It was cute and
quite the conversation piece, let me tell you! It also reminded
freshman that I had no time for questions. None. If I'd wanted
freshman to ask me questions I'd have given them some. Sophomores
could ask one. But it had better be a pretty damn good one and they
had to get it out of their shocked stuttering little mouths before my
penis paperweight stopped wobbling!

Anyway, those times when we did it...David liked to start on my boobs
and work his way around and down first. Making me shiver all over as
my nipples hardened and then he'd kiss down my back, down to my
perfect ass, worshipping it, licking and sucking every little
centimeter of me and then, after I'd already cum a couple times
usually, going to work on my pussy. He was so good at it! Believe me,
four years of nothing but oral from a guy who is going literally
insane with the need to orgasm is the very best! His tongue was so
strong and talented now!

And afterwards I usually had a special treat for him too! A strap-on
dildo that I'd modeled on his own big dick before I'd mounted it!
Pretty neat huh? I'd made a mold of Dave's penis and gotten some guys
at the University to make it for me. It was made of some very advance
synthetic materials similar to rubber in composition, but much
cleaner, much more pliable and realistic. They were using it for the
latest in prosthetic devices...so I just had them make a prosthetic
penis! I loved fucking Dave with his own cock! It tickled his prostate
and really made him squirm, begging me to give him an orgasm...but of
course I never did! That would have spoiled my study!

And, of course, I had never let Dave use it on me! I mean we hadn't
been married before, so I was still a virgin for him on our wedding
night! I thought that was the most romantic thing in the world, and I
hoped he appreciated my sacrifice! I had a couple grad students, Paul
and Peter, they were twins and oh my God!! I know they were dying to
get in my panties and a couple times I thought I was really going to
lose it and give in...But I didn't and I managed to talk them into
getting castrated. It was the only way I could keep them on my staff,
you know? Avoid the tension of temptation. I told them...It's me or your
balls, gentlemen. Of course, what are balls compared to making medical
history? So I started a policy of never taking assistants with balls,
if someone wants to work in my lab...He better give them up!

I changed that policy after our wedding though. I mean I wasn't a
virgin anymore then and I explained to Dave that a woman has needs...you
know? Even a woman madly in love with her husband!

On our wedding night though I had a real present for my husband. A
strap-on made just for him and once again modeled on his original
penis. This one was different though! It had a plug that would fit
seamlessly into his pee-hole and ran a bit of surgical tubing up to
the tip, so when he ejaculated, it would come right out of his penis!
And right into my waiting womb! I'd created a couple very small
reduction systems inside it though, just to reduce the pressure to
managable levels! I didn't want to hurt myself when he came after four
long years! I was so excited to try it out and so was my brand new
husband, believe me!

But first!

"David, honey..." I was standing there in my see-through nightie and my
lacy thong. "Before we can do it..." I held up the new and improved
strap-on with an impish grin. "We need to do some other things."

"Like what?" Dave was taking off his socks, sitting on the bed and
he'd already removed his tuxedo and boxers. "It's been four years,
Bambi...it's our wedding night! I love you...everything else can wait!"

"Ahhh-ah-ah-ah!" I backed up waving my finger. "Not everything, dear.
We need to do something first, or those four years will be ruined!"

"What?" He shook his head, pleading with me for an explanation.

"Well, I need to remove one of your testicles." I saw the look of
absolute horror on his face and I hurried on. "I need to measure the
amount of sperm inside it, prior to ejaculation!" I stressed. "And I
need to dissect it and see how it's matured in the last four years,
comparing it to a normal, unaltered male of similar age and
background."

He stared at me.

"And uh, well, frankly I'm going to need to drain some sperm from the
other testicle. I won't remove all of it, I need a baby! But um, just
oh...maybe an ounce of semen, not much at all, believe me. But your
balls are so large now, so swollen...honestly dear, you have a lot of
sperm in there."

They were big too! Like oranges and I was really going to take a lot
more than a measly ounce out of that bad boy! But I didn't want him to
worry...losing 4 fluid ounces of semen from his last remaining nut would
have sounded like an awful lot to him! I figured he'd still have about
6-8 more where that came from though!

"Drain?" David stared at me. 

"With a needle, yeah. I'll draw the sperm off and preserve it. I need
to put it directly into a little device, like a freezer, that will
store your semen indefinitely, preserving very nearly 100% viability!
That way I can get pregnant again someday!"

"But why?...We could just do it...again, you know...all the time, can't we?"
Poor Dave looked so confused!

"Oh no dear. Tomorrow we start phase two!"

"Phase two?" He cringed.

"Uh-huh! I was meaning to tell you, um...We got another grant for a 6
year study on long term orgasm denial. We'll compare those results
with our previous study and..." I smiled and shrugged.

I didn't want to tell him that at the end of those 6 years I'd have to
dissect his other ball, and of course I wouldn't be able to allow him
to ejaculate before I did it either. This would be the last night of
his whole life that my husband would be able to cum. I was glad he
hadn't figured that out right away, it would be easier to tell him
afterwards. At least he'd get to make love to me once, breaking the
hymen I'd saved for only him, and impregnating me...even if he couldn't
really feel it. But how much feeling did a penis really have anyway?

I made a mental note to find out.

"Six years?" Dave's gasp brought me back. He really needed some good
news!

"Hey! I bought you a Ferrari! A red one!" I hoped that would make him
feel better but he only gave me a tiny tear stained smile.

"Thanks Bambi." He whispered.

"Oh you're welcome, dear! So!" I smiled brightly and clapped my hands.
My eunuch assistants, Peter and Paul emerged from the other room,
pushing a cart laid out with my surgical instruments towards our
bridal bed. I figured I'd just do it there. "Are you ready honey? The
sooner we get this over with, the sooner we get to make a baby!"

Okay...I'm officially done with this story!

the end
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