I lie here on our bed, the silk sheets cool against my skin, and I can’t stop staring down at myself.

There’s nothing where my arms used to be. Not even the faintest hint of shoulders, just smooth, perfect curves that flow straight from my neck into my chest. No bumps, no scars, no trace that anything was ever there. My torso simply...ends. Soft, bare, flawless. I tilt my head as far as my neck will allow and watch the way the light catches the gentle slope where my arms should start. It’s beautiful. It’s obscene. It’s mine.

My legs are the same. Completely gone. No thighs, no knees, no feet. My hips are rounded and sealed, the skin pulled tight and smooth over the hip sockets. Nothing protrudes. There isn't even a hint of stumps. Just the clean, elegant line of my lower body, tapering into nothing, as if I was never meant to have legs in the first place.

I’m a torso. A head, breasts, waist, hips...and nothing else.

And God, I’m so fucking hot like this.

My nipples are hard just looking at myself. I can feel the ache between my hip stumps, wet, throbbing, insistent...but there’s nothing I can do about it. No fingers to slip inside, no palm to press against my clit, no way to grind against my own hand. The frustration is excruciating and perfect. I would give anything to touch myself right now, to rub frantic circles until I came screaming. But I can’t. And that helplessness only makes me wetter.

Master turned me into this. I begged for it, he let me choose what I wanted done, and then he made it happen. He held my hand back then while they explained the finality of it. I cried. I came. I signed every paper with shaking fingers. When I woke up like this - smooth, limbless, his - I came again just from the sight of my own body in the mirror.

I’m his pillow now. His fuck doll. His favorite thing to rest his head on, to bury his face between my breasts, to grip my hips while he fucks me slow and deep. I can’t wrap my arms around him anymore, can’t dig my nails into his back, can’t push him away when it’s too much. All I can do is take it, take him, take everything he gives me.

And I love it.

The thought alone makes my hips twitch uselessly. My smooth endings quiver with the phantom urge to move. I imagine what it would feel like to have fingers right now, sliding through my own wetness, pinching my clit, filling myself. I imagine straddling him, riding him with my long legs wrapped around his waist. I imagine so many things.

But none of them matter.

Because this is better.

This is what I was always meant to be.

Just a warm, wet, limbless thing for him to use whenever he wants. No responsibilities. No decisions. No past. Only now, only him, only the ache between my empty hip sockets and the desperate, grateful knowledge that I can’t do a single thing to relieve it.

I’m his.

And I’ve never been happier.

You can find a sexy, writhing animated version of this and some of my other works in my premium gallery:

https://www.deviantart.com/andy2258/gallery/99269835/ai-amputee-videos

Model: Denise

Editing: Me (Gimp, No AI)

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