Had a weird dream, getting up I fleshed it out a bit, however I'm unsure of where to host this story as it might violate some DA guidelines around amputation if I carry it out to it's furthest extreme.
Working Title: Status
Synopsis: Dystopian setting where the divide between mega wealthy and barely surviving is a vast gap. The underlying philosophies is that the mega rich can employ hundreds of people to do things for them, so they do the least amount of physical labor. The poor deal with being treated in a very slave/drone like manner.
Example: a member of the babied bourgeois have a team of people serving their needs, getting dressed in complicated clothes with thousands of ribbon ties and layers/pieces, no zippers or buttons, and the less ties that are accessible by their own hand, the better. They don't live "on the clock", when they want something it is catered to whenever and wherever. Peckish? (As they would never need to wait to be fully hungry) they are hand fed on the spot, now this could be as simple as being bottle fed, or having a wet nurse, a more extreme/elaborate display may be to have a fully created gastronomic work of art that it would be someone else's job to chew and baby-bird it them, throwing away anything left over after a snack. To our sensibilities gross, but also literally taking food from that person's mouth. Obviously they relieve themselves on the spot, I'm of two minds about this, either it's the thickest, softest, diapers that could handle a lot to minimize interruptions to their day-to-day, or very thin, so that their staff have to be obsessively attentive to not have leaks. Obviously anything befouled is incinerated, the cost of replacement docked from the fired worker. Other people do their walking, so strollers, adult sized baby bjorns, palanquins, etc. Going even further to demonstrate how little they physically need to do, the removal of limbs is the extreme 'logical' conclusion, quad amputees clearly have the money and power to only need speak a want and be placated.
Pushed-around proletariat: As most of this hellscape is automated, the cushy jobs are out of reach unless you go to school to be a hand-or-foot. Taking on massive debt to just be near the elite, otherwise you are On-The-Clock, maintained by neural implant. While not really employed, you are on a shift, the pod you rest in is booked for the next shift's occupant, meals take place in 15 minute windows to have bland nutritional paste, recycled water, dispensed at the minimums of functionality. Then it's consumption time, where you experience some corp's products, either ai-generated programming, the use of sport equipment at rental fees, product reviews and surveys, medical testing, recreational drugs, socially gathering, whatever your shift is assigned. Likewise, toilet facilities are booked "at capacity", miss your window, either persevere until the next one, or deal with your only outfit, utilitarian jumpsuit without undergarments, getting stained and ruined until the next clothing allotment. You own nothing, so your next sleep shift could be at any pod.
Hand-and-foot: while being debtor slaves, these care and hospitality trained people do enjoy a certain quality of life as they become assets on some mega Elite's balance sheet. Nice beds, what we recognize as food, being around luxury. While not living fully On-The-Clock, never the less they hover around their owner in shifts, their clocks synchronized so any restroom break is covered, they wear pull ups as their nicer clothes (whatever the owner fancies) need to stay fresh and clean, they have longer windows to get to a toilet, but most of it is taken up by commute, as the bourgeois would never want to see such a chamber. They feed, change, and ambulate for the owner, assisting the owner with all facets of life. As paternity/maternity leave does not exist, they have the option to either be fixed, or wear chastity devices. Of course if the owner wants to fuck, and the hand/foot is capable of reproduction, that need is catered, a woman will just need to expect at a later date to go to a medical services facility, have the fetus moved to an artificial womb, and report back to work the next day, their naturally induced lactation now a service the owner expects.
Elites and reproduction: This is all over the place. An elite wants to get off, any hand-or-foot performs the increasingly elaborate performances as the elite directs, could be just a blow job at the changing table, an elite strapped to a hand-and-foot taking any hole they feel like. Courtship between elites: could have a sort of relay, elite with h/f, h/f to h/f, to then finish with courted elite, the two quads managed by many wranglers to actually fuck, or both elites have a stand-in, whose genetic material is replaced with their own, if trying to produce an heir, or just to watch as others physically stimulate them. Some like seeing a child carried to full term, others are fine with artificial carrying. Unlike people On-The-Clock, they aren't on a schedule for a minimum amount of turnover, nor have a cap on children produced, if they want each orgasm to lead to life, they can, the brood would just need to play politics and wheel/deal to ensure they get to go full quad and who gets casts down to h/f, forced to suffer the humiliation of walking, waste retention and elimination, using their hands to get food to their own mouth to then work on chewing. But if something happens to the quad sibling, more than likely a drug overdose, after the disposal of the h/f (going to shift, not death), they could get amputated and be pampered.
Now I could write two versions, one with full amputation, and a more ToS friendly one where it's more about how atrophied the limbs are.
Is this anything? I wouldn't want this world bible to go to waste so anyone can feel free to use it fill out any story they want to write.