When I fell fifty feet down that sinkhole and lost my arms and legs I thought my life was over. Now both arms end just four inches from my shoulders, my left thigh is a twelve-inch stump and my right thigh is only half as long!

What’s worse than being a total quad though? Being a streamer making thousands, famous for het micro-skirts, thigh-high socks and stockings! I love the attention and even turn myself on just thinking about seeing my sexy cotton-clad legs in the mirror.

I pushed everyone out of my life for three months. Small pink lines remained where my arms and legs used to be. I finally let my boyfriend come over, fully expecting him to break up with me on the spot. He brought a bunch of my lingerie and stockings I left at his house just before my accident. “Just throw that away and go. I know you don’t love me anymore so just leave!"

Confused he said, “No--I think you're as beautiful as ever. I didn’t want you to be without the things that used to make you feel so beautiful!"

Confused, “But I'm a cripple! Can’t you see I don’t even have hands and feet to slap and kick you with?? Get out!”

He didn’t budge. I couldnt make him go. He got a wry smile on his face and grabbed one of my softest, juiciest pink thigh-highs I used to wear for him when we would fuck. I struggled to get him to leave with my useless stumps. He gently anchored my left thigh to the bed and slowly slid my sock on. The rest of my body struggled uselessly.

“What the fuck are you doing? It doesn't fit anymore!"

“Shh. You are just as sexy as before. Moreso now that I can do this,” he slid the other sock onto my other tiny thigh stump. I tried to kick them off with nothing more than a jiggle of the fatty stumps that remain of my once luscious legs. My anger changed to surprise when I saw the tent in his pants.

“Wait...why are you turned on? Do you...like this?”

“Baby, I love you like this. Is that so bad?”

I looked at the cock tent in his pants and began to get wet. “Do you like...this?” Experimentally I squirmed in bed, hoping for some kind of crippled sexiness.

“Oh fuck, babe, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen! You're so...small and helpless. You like being small and helpless...dont you?”

I do. I loved being tied up and struggling to get away from his aggressive advances, “Well now you're all tied up, but without the ropes!”

My pussy gushed. “Holy shit, babe, you need to fuck me with that right now before I take it for myself! I reach out and try to grab the fly of his jeans. I had no hand to grasp or even to prop myself up on the bed. Thigh-highs hung from the tips of my waving leg stumps, no longer heavy enough to counterbalance.

He quickly put another pair of shorter stockings on my arms while I was still reaching for him. He said, "Now you can wear them there too!”

His dick finally free, he grabbed me by the waist, pulled off my pajama shorts in one easy motion, and entered me. I gasped. Socks flailed like dancing ribbons as I tried to grasp him back in my orgasmic stupor.

I wonder what my fans will think... thanks