The contract had been simple - disturbingly so.
Kiera had agreed: for one full year, Evan would be allowed to remove up to 25% of her limbs, temporarily, using the device. No restrictions, no veto. She would adapt to whatever he decided.

It had sounded reckless when she signed the sleek digital agreement, but also thrilling. Trust had history between them, after all. Evan had been her closest friend - and sometimes her worst temptation - for years. Deep down, Kiera had suspected he’d twist the vague wording. That was part of the appeal.

Now, perched nervously on the edge of her bed, she watched Evan approach with the device: a slim, metallic thing shaped almost like a sleek pistol, humming faintly with hidden power.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice casual but firm.

Kiera swallowed and nodded, her bare legs dangling off the mattress. "I'm ready."

Evan smiled - not unkindly, but with an edge that made her heart race. He fiddled with the settings, turning a dial she couldn’t see, then leveled the device at her.

Before she could brace herself, he pulled the trigger.

A burst of strange warmth swept through her arms and lower legs, tingling fiercely. She gasped aloud, nearly tipping backward onto the bed. The sensation wasn't exactly painful - more like a rush of pressure and heat.

When the tingling faded, she looked down.

Both of her hands were gone, severed neatly just above her wrists - leaving smooth, rounded stumps where fingers and palms had been moments ago. Below her knees, the same: her calves and feet had disappeared mid-way, her lower legs shortened cleanly and unnaturally light.

The sight hit her like a punch. She wobbled slightly where she sat, her center of gravity unfamiliar, disoriented by the sudden absence.

Almost instinctively, Kiera lifted one of her new arm stumps to her face. She turned it slowly, feeling muscles flex that no longer controlled fingers. The skin was flawless, almost too perfect - as if her hands had never existed.

Her breath caught, and she hesitantly touched one stump against her shortened legs. The sensation was electrifying - raw and sensitive, the lack of familiar shapes sending strange signals to her brain.

"This is..." she whispered, staring at herself in shock and awe.

"Real," Evan said, stepping closer. He knelt beside the bed, his hand gentle on her shoulder. "And perfect. You’re perfect like this, Kiera."

Her cheeks flushed - not from embarrassment, but from something warmer, deeper. A swelling pride beneath the initial panic.

She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her altered body trembling slightly - not from fear, but from the sheer weight of reality.

"A deal’s a deal," she said quietly, her voice steadying. "You have me... like this. For a year."

Evan’s smile deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
He traced the soft line where her arm ended, a touch filled with admiration, not pity.

"And I plan to make the most of it," he said softly.

Kiera leaned into him instinctively, surrendering to the strange bond they had sealed. Her body might have been reduced - hands and feet stripped away - but something inside her felt larger, fiercer than ever.
Whatever challenges the year brought, she was ready.

Evan rose, and with a quiet motion, retrieved something from a small box nearby.
In his hands: a pair of black nylon stockings, soft and gleaming.

"For you," he said simply.

He gently rolled the stockings up her shortened legs, the fabric stretching smoothly over her stumps, clinging perfectly, the black sheer material shimmering against her skin. Kiera shivered slightly at the sensation, the way the nylons hugged her in places where her calves and ankles had once been.

Once he finished, she wriggled on the bed - adjusting to the feeling - then crawling on her stumps across the soft covers. She turned and flopped onto her back, laughing quietly, lifting her small, stocking-covered legs up against the wall, stretching in a playful, almost sensual arc.

Her new shape, her new reality, reflected back at her in the glossy surface of the room's mirror - incomplete, altered, yet stunning in a way she could hardly explain.

And deep inside, Kiera smiled.
This was only the beginning.

Had this shoot with her long ago, it turned out so well. Look at the joy on her face. 😊

Hope you enjoy it!

Model: Denise

Denise ended her modeling carreer by now. I still got some shoots of her in my back log though, so there's still some more to come of her. 😉

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