Livestock Zoo (6)
Clack.
Akemi's mouth was stuffed with a gag. Her jaw ached a little, but right now she had more pressing concerns. Just staring at the terrifying array of tools before her eyes made time drag on interminably. Barely any time had passed since the gag was fitted when the researchers approached. They weren't in their usual lab coats this time—instead, they wore special suits like something out of an operating room. They lifted her body without delay.
"Ugh, she's heavy."
"It's 'cause she's a sow."
"Oh, a sow? Then she's the first one today."
"Probably won't be another for a while, right? Sows don't come in that easily."
"Yeah, probably not."
Akemi grimaced at the researchers chatting so casually. She knew her status as livestock, but this conversation dismissed her existence entirely. It was only natural to feel angry. But the fear of the impending surgery overshadowed even that. What kind of procedure turned someone into a sow? Few ideas came to mind. Maybe they'd lift her nose like a pig's or inject fat to bulk up her body. Of course, she didn't welcome either. She had to return to being human in ten years, after all.
"Alright, let's get started with the surgery!"
"Hurry up and finish so we can grab some food."
"Food? After seeing this, meat's kinda off-putting, don't you think?"
"Gotta eat to live, though."
"True enough?"
The researchers' banter faded into the distance as Akemi was hoisted onto a bed that resembled an operating table. Having walked on all fours for so long, lying flat felt utterly alien. Lately, even sleep came curled up. The cold metal bed was impossible to get used to.
"Okay, sow? Just sleep for a bit."
"Mmph."
A sharp sting pierced her right arm. Her head spun briefly.
"......"
Then her eyes snapped shut.
Snap.
Her memory cut off, and darkness descended.
When Akemi opened her eyes again, hazy light filled her vision. The ceiling was unfamiliar and imposing. She tried to move, but her body wouldn't budge. Her arms and legs were stretched out and strapped to the table. The gag remained firmly in place. She couldn't speak.
"Strap her down more!"
At the order, straps tightened around her chest, waist, and hips. They bound without regard for her comfort. Blood flow seemed cut off.
The gag's flap opened, and bitter liquid poured in.
"Drink it all, or you'll regret it."
She didn't know what it was, but she swallowed as much as she could.
One researcher spoke up. "Painkillers and hemostatics all in?"
"Yes, all administered."
Akemi couldn't fathom why painkillers and hemostatics were mentioned. Were they slicing into her skin for this "surgery"?
"Alright, injecting the drugs now. Processing starts immediately."
Thud. Sting.
This time, it was her nape instead of her arm. The needle plunged in, and her body went limp.
"Huuuh......"
Breathing grew labored; Akemi gasped.
"All prepped."
"Good. Tell the doctor to come out."
"Got it."
With preparations complete, an inner iron door slid open. A man in a crisp green gown emerged—likely the highest authority here.
"Estimate done?"
"Yes, marking now."
One researcher stepped forward, drawing slow lines on Akemi's arms and legs with a black pen. In that moment, she sensed something ominous. It felt like they'd process her along those lines.
Her hunch proved right.
Vreeee!
A chilling mechanical whine echoed. She strained to lift her head, but her body refused. Soon, though, she saw it all. The ceiling mirror reflected everything. A menacing blade whirred above her body, inching closer.
"Mmmph!! Mmmph!!!"
The gag muffled her screams. Frustration boiled over.
"Commencing amputation."
What? Akemi doubted her ears. But doubt vanished as pain erupted.
Vreeeek! Scraaaape!
"Gaaah!!!"
Without the gag, she'd have bitten her tongue. Electricity shot through her. The circular saw blade tore mercilessly through bone, advancing steadily.
"Grrraaah! Haaah!"
They'd given painkillers, but agony surged. She felt every slice of living flesh. Without them, she'd have blacked out the instant the saw met her.
"Hemostat, quick!"
Researchers rushed in with cauterizing tools. A red-hot iron seared the stump, followed by a metal clamp.
"Mmmngh......"
Her mind was already fleeing. Akemi struggled to comprehend the horror unfolding.
Vreee! Cruuunch!
The same torment hit her other leg. But after screaming herself hoarse earlier, no more cries came. Akemi closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them again, she was still on the table.
"Huuuugh."
She tried to move, but no strength remained in her limbs. Propping herself up on hands that no longer existed was impossible. Her arms and legs felt nothing; her body sagged heavily.
Several researchers approached.
"First-stage sow surgery complete. Now for the second stage."
"......"
The researcher displayed a box of severed limbs, scattered like trash.
"Don't worry, we'll preserve these and return them in ten years."
Return? As in hand them back like this, or reattach? It didn't make sense. Severed parts couldn't be restored anyway—they'd surely just dump them back as-is.
"Th-this... is a scam......"
Akemi forced the words out.
"A sow trying to talk like a human?"
"......I'm... not a sow......"
"What're you saying, you sow bitch? With that stump of a body, you wanna claim you're not a sow?"
There was no refuting it. She'd dropped out to pay family debts, but the innocent woman she was no more. Just a limbless, vulgar pig—that was all left.
Soon, her body was wheeled to a crowded area.
"How's the wound?"
"Healing well."
"Good. Now make her a full sow."
Her prone body was forcibly raised. The metal restraints shifted, forcing an all-fours posture.
Terror choked her words.
"From today, that's how you live."
"......P-please... send me back... to normal......"
"Pfft, back to normal for what? You think you can live like before in that state?"
No limbs, a body bloated with fat, pussy studded with jewels. No job, no normal life, no marriage possible.
"Check the posture—kinda awkward, right?"
"We cut the legs to proper length."
"But her udders are dragging."
There was a problem. With shortened limbs, her breasts—once off the ground—now scraped the floor. Constant friction would stress her body, shortening lifespan.
"Hmm, what to do? Extend the legs?"
Reattaching was no simple task.
"Cut out the udders?"
Despair etched Akemi's face. Their casual horror terrified her.
"Nah, that'd tank her value."
"Soak 'em in aphrodisiac? Turn the scraping into pleasure."
"Not bad."
None of it was good. But with decision made, Akemi was powerless. Injections followed—breasts, nipples, spine, everywhere.
"Mmmph!"
The effects were immediate. Nipples scraping the floor drew not pain, but moans laced with pleasure. A sow in heat. Her lower body slickened, pussy drooling copiously.
"Looking good. Make her walk?"
Her waddling gait was pure sow.
"She could go straight to the pen now, no issues."
Not just the pen—this state was zoo-ready as a sow exhibit.
That day, the zoo welcomed a new sow.