She never thought I could do it.

When she grinned at me that night - her legs stretched out on my couch, a mischievous gleam in her eyes - it was half a dare, half a taunt. "If you ever get a thousand watchers on DeviantArt," she purred, "I'll let you modify me. Permanently. Any way you like." She smirked, tossing her long hair over one shoulder with a playful confidence, utterly convinced I’d never succeed.

Back then, we already used the device regularly, enjoying its ability to temporarily reduce her - a little game that brought us closer and hinted at more thrills to come - but this time, if it happened, the change would be permanent for her.

Weeks passed. Then months. We barely mentioned it again. But I worked, posting regularly, refining my art, building a following.

And then one evening...the counter ticked over.

1000.

I called her.

When she arrived, wearing tight jeans and a soft white sweater that clung to her curves, her confidence wavered only slightly. She sat on the edge of my bed, legs dangling, idly swinging one foot. "You really did it," she said, voice light but with a slight catch.

I showed her the screen - the proof.

I picked up the device.

The playfulness slipped from her face, replaced by excitement, nerves, a flicker of fear. She knew my tastes. She had teased me about them before - about how I loved asymmetry, about how I'd once admitted I found vulnerability beautiful. She stayed still, chewing her lip as I aimed the device at her.

"You ready?" I asked quietly.

She nodded, hands gripping the edge of the bed.

A hum, a pulse - the room seemed to shimmer for a heartbeat.

And then - she gasped.

Her arms vanished almost completely, leaving only tiny, soft stumps just below her shoulders - barely a few inches long. The device worked cleanly, perfectly - no blood, no pain, only a faint tingling where her limbs had ended so suddenly.

She stared at them, breath hitching, twisting her shoulders instinctively - but her hands, her forearms, her elbows - all gone. Nothing left but two small, rounded hints of what once was.

Before she could react further, another pulse from the device.

Her right leg disappeared almost up to her hip, leaving only a short, rounded stump where her thigh had once stretched down.

The sudden imbalance pulled her down onto her side on the bed. She let out a shaky little sound - part laugh, part sob - wriggling slightly, trying to adjust, but with only one leg and two tiny arm stumps she could hardly right herself.

I watched her for a long moment.

She was beautiful. Broken in just the way I had always imagined.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her sweater clung to her upper body, loose at the shoulders where her arms no longer filled it. Her jeans now sagged emptily on the right side where her thigh had been. Her long hair splayed around her flushed face.

She looked up at me finally, eyes wide, unsure, vulnerable. And then - slowly - a tiny smile curled her lips.

"I guess...you really did it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You won."

She shifted slightly, her small arm stumps twitching as she tried to tug at her sweater, instinctively wanting to pull it off herself. But the fabric barely budged—she couldn’t grip it, her tiny stumps slipping uselessly against the soft material. She squirmed, her single leg kicking awkwardly as she attempted to push her jeans down, but with no hands and only one leg to maneuver, she quickly gave up, a frustrated little huff escaping her lips as she looked at me, helpless.

I removed her sweater and jeans to admire my work in detail, she looked perfect. Her body lay bare, the smooth contours of her altered form completely exposed, the tiny arm stumps and the short remnant of her right thigh clearly standing out from her otherwise unchanged curves. She tried to touch herself, her short arm stumps wiggling futilely, unable to reach anything meaningful. She looked at me with wide eyes as she slowly realized how helpless and dependent she had become.

Kneeling by the bed, I brushed my hand lightly over one of her tiny, rounded arm stumps. She shivered.

"And you agreed," I reminded her gently.

She bit her lip again, her whole body humming with sensation she couldn't channel the old ways - no hands, no fingers, no right foot.

After a long, heavy pause, she tilted her head at me, voice low and teasing despite her helplessness.

"So... what happens if you hit two thousand watchers?"

I smiled mischievously at her. “You dare to make another deal?”

To be continued?

Thanks everyone for enjoying my work, for all the favs and of course for watching 😊

I hope you enjoy this little edit and story to celebrate 1000 watchers.

Model: Denise

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