I had to go up a couple flights of stairs following a nurse, to a room with large bay windows opening up to an operating theatre.

“A lot of our clients like to watch the operation as it takes place. You don't have to, but you are more than welcome.” the nurse said in a very professional tone. Everything about this experience felt like a spa treatment. The 200,000 dollars I spent on the honeymoon and operation for Jess we're starting to seem worth it.

I walked over and looked out of the window just as my new wife was being wheeled into the operating room. She looked drowsy but still awake. The residents brought the bed to a halt and helped her move onto the operating table. This would be the last thing she ever does with her limbs, I thought.

“Thank you. I think...I will stay and watch, ” I finally replied to the nurse. She closed the door behind me, the room dark, windows tilted downward so I could see Jess easily as I sat in the move theatre-like seat. Interestingly there were three additional seats in the room. I wondered why that may be the case.

I looked and Jess again and noticed she had seen me. I was so happy that she was finally able to live her dream. As we shared one last look before both of our lives changed forever, I shed a tear. She held her hand up as if to reach for me. I put my plan against the window. As the anesthesiologist began to inject the large syringe of white liquid into her body, her eyes slowly closed and her hand floated back down to the bed. Okay, THAT would he the last thing she ever does with any of her limbs. I chuckled silently at the thought.

Immediately the team got to work. Like a well-oiled machine, it wasn't five seconds until the first incisions were made near the top of her right thigh. Slowly but surely Dr. Mai sliced through fat and muscle deeper and deeper. I was amazed at just how many layers of tissue existed between the skin and bone. We simply don't think about that kind of stuff in everyday life.

Finally, Dr. Mai reached whiteness, which must be the top of Jess’ femur bone. Without missing a beat his residents turned her on her side and he sliced through the back of her thigh. The view was more difficult at this angle but I caught glimpses of just how far had been sliced through once in a while.

After about five minutes of continuous cutting, suctioning, and cauterizing they turned her on her back again. I could clearly see space between the soft tissues of her leg and those of her hip. There was now nothing connecting her leg to the rest of her body except one large white bloody femur. Our lives were now officially changed.

Dr. Mai reached into the space and grasped the bone firmly. With what must have been a practiced movement done hundreds of times before, he quickly twisted and pulled. Through the glass, I could hear the dull POP as the leg came free. My new wife Jess was now an amputee. And not just any amputee, a hip disarticulate. The thought gave me a huge erection at the image in my mind of my wife realizing her new shape: a completely limbless torso.

Another surgeon came in to close Jess’s right hip stump. Dr. Mai swiftly moved on to the other leg. More and more her stump began to look smoother and more normal as muscles were tucked back in, sutured, and cleaned. I couldn't hold it any longer--I unzipped my jeans and let my hard cock stand tall. It was hard to do but I came close to orgasm five times during the amputation of her other leg but was able to edge until her other demure finally POPPED loose. The sound alone pushed me over the edge and I came hard. One spurt of cum splashed all over the window. Embarrassed, I wiped off and buffed out the smeared mess, hoping no one had seen me come to the voluntary amputation of my wife's limbs. I thought to myself however, this might not be the first time this has happened here.

Both her legs were loaded onto a small cart and stopped for a few moments right next to Jess. Her feet sat right next to her head and we're just as long as her head and torso. She had lost half of her original height!

Dr. Mai moved on to Jess’s right arm and the other surgeon closed up her other hip stump. At this point, she was only about three feet zero inches tall. We wondered and measured enough times leading up to today to be confident of that number.

Her hips, now completely devoid of legs and sutured closed looked just like so many photos of electronically manipulated amputees I had seen as a young boy. Despite the bright red scars running across the front of her hips, they looked better than other real amputees I had run across who had to deal with traumatic emergency amputation of their limbs. This was beautiful. Artisanal.

POP! Her arm came free just like her legs and before I had a chance to think about it, she was a triple amputee. My boner grew again, larger than ever.

Dr. Mai sliced into her last shoulder and pulled back flaps of skin and muscle. It took about half the time to reach the bone. He cut all the way around and popped it loose quicker than I could get five strokes on my cock. Now my cock was longer than any appendage my wife had. I was the only one in our marriage with hand or feet. Jess was a quadruple disarticulate amputee. A torso. Nug. Fucktoy. Maggot. I came hard.

As the resident began suturing the shoulder, there was a knock at the door behind me. I jumped, startled.

“Uh, come in, ” I said hurriedly, awkwardly stuffing my still mostly stiff cock into my pants.

“Did you enjoy the show?” the nurse asked as if I had simply gone to see a Broadway play.

“Um...very much so.” I decided to say, truthfully.

The nurse escorted me back down to my room and it was another hour until they finally wheeled my wife into the room. She was covered thickly in blankets but I could still plainly see the shape of her body had changed drastically. Below her hips, the blankets dipped dramatically all the way to the mattress, and her shoulders were not narrower but sloped in as the blankets filled the space where her arms once were.

She looked so peaceful. I was so excited to see her wake up and finally see her changes. I kissed her gently on the forehead.

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I was a bird--flying free over the mountains, over the jungle. I was totally and completely free, more so than I've ever felt before!

But suddenly I was nosediving! I looked left and right and I no longer had wings! The ground was approaching quickly!

“Jess...Jess, can you hear me?” a strange voice echoed in my head.

Slowly I opened my eyes and let out a strained moan. “Ugh...j..john?”

“It's me baby! In so glad you're awake!”

“What happened? Why..why didn't they do the operation? I can still feel my legs...” I felt so sad. I was so sure I would wake up as just a torso, I never considered the possibility that it might not happen at all.

“Jess, honey, they did do the operation. I watched every moment.” John said.

Still groggy I managed to get out, “How was the view?" and immediately fell back to sleep.

Over the next few days, I regained more and more energy. John would wash me down and put me in one of my favorite dresses. He wheeled me out in the private garden to get fresh air. The jungle of Thailand was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen or heard.

I noticed a girl across the courtyard, wearing a t-shirt and short shorts, but that's not what was most important. The legs of her shorts were even longer than the thighs she had to poke through them! And her shirt contained no arms to speak of, at least that I could see from this distance.

"John! Take me over there!" I said quickly.

"Where? Which way?" He realized what he had just said after it came out of his mouth. I looked up at him with a stink eye and jutted my nose in the direction. He quickly realized why we were going in this new direction.

We approached slowly, not wanting to impede. The girl finally noticed us and yelled, "Oh hi! You're the girl who's just like me! I was hoping I would get to see you before we left! I'm Maria." the girl didn't look over the age of eighteen! She was almost super-model beautiful and her hair draped over completely empty shoulders.

The fact that she was a completely limbless torso, and mentioned that I was just like her, send electricity through my abbreviated body. I thanked the heavens for finally giving me the body I had always wanted.

"Hi! Me too. It looks like we have...similar tastes!" I twitched my shoulders, just about all I could do anymore...especially given the stiffness from having just gotten out of surgery.

"Isn't it just great," Maria looked down at her shoulders and rolled them both backward. She looked up with a smile of such content that felt like she was speaking to me without words--only I could truly understand just how whole she now felt because I am just like her.

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6 months later...

I woke up early this morning. It's not fun being the first one to wake up--I get claustrophobic sometimes. John likes to hog the bed now that he has so much more room and he's gotten a bit used to it. This morning it seems I had slid down the bed through the night and ended up almost at the foot. John's right leg was over my belly as I laid on my back--like a soft pillow.

"Hey, buster! Wake up!" John only stirred, and deepened his position on me. His dick was suddenly almost right in my face, just out of my tongue's reach. If I still had arms I would be able to reposition myself to get closer. But now, without any bones with which to move my body easily, I had a challenge ahead of me if I wanted him to wake up.

I squirmed. All I could really do is arch my back and sway my hips from side to side. I wasn't much more than a torso nugget anymore. John likes to call me his beautiful little maggot. I never liked the term much but it turns him on so who am I to complain.

I kept squirming, using a technique I learned to kind of squirm and twitch my way in an intended direction. It took about five minutes but I finally came within tongue's distance of John's cock. I gave the tip a lick and it soon got hard.

I licked some more and it started to grow. The problem with finally overcoming the challenge of squirming over to lick a limp dick is that it grows--fast and big! John's dick grew and grew and grew. Soon, I wasn't licking anymore, but almost gagging on his rock hard cock. I rocked my head back and forth, all I could do, hoping I wouldn't suffocate or choke before finally making him come.

John squirmed and his cock twitched. I was sure that he was awake now, but he was being coy. My mouth and throat were too full now to say anything about it and I think that's how he wanted it.

Large, strong hands grabbed me by the waist. So strong...so dextrous...just the sight of a person's fingers and hands turned me on because I no longer had any. Each day the memory of having limbs faded away and more and more my attraction to everything limbs grew. I envied long luscious legs and dextrous fingers, knowing they could make me feel so good.

John picked me up, his huge cock sliding from my throat. As I floated away I was amazed such a large appendage could fit within me. It wasn't long before I was reminded that my mouth wasn't the only place where it would fit. I was quickly flipped upright, facing away from John, and slammed down hard onto his dick. "Ohhhhh! Fuck!" I moaned as my empty hips hit his own.

I looked down at where my body ended and was reminded by my fading memory of once having legs. From my hips seemed to sprout long, strong (hairy) legs. Alas, they were not my own and I was easily picked up, unintentionally fucking his cock, watching the legs separate effortlessly from my hips. I quickly came, right along with John. He knew exactly what gets me off these days.

In our afterglow, he gently rotated me around his softening dick to face him. The feeling was just perfect and made me feel a euphoria that's not possible any other way.

"Good morning, my beautiful nugget princess," John crooned, "Thanks for the morning surprise."

"It was just to get your damn leg off me, what else could I have done? You sleep like a log!" I said back in a sassy tone.

"Well, I'm glad I sleep so hard knowing the only way you can wake me up is sucking me off. Maybe we should sleep with you down there more often!"

"Well, I'm not one to fight back!" I rolled my shoulders and twitched my hip as hard as I could as if to kick him. All it did was reposition his limp dick inside of me, making me moan once again. John closed his eyes and must have felt it too.

"Want to grab us some breakfast?" John asked, with that stupid smirk on his face that he always gets when he knows he's asking me to do something that requires me to not be completely helpless.

"Ass hole," I said. He repositioned his hands and pressed his palms into the empty joints of my shoulders. I reveled in the still slightly foreign feeling and closed my eyes. John started lifting my torso, requiring me to tense my joints to stay in his grip. If I relaxed even a bit, I might fall! His dick fell our of my drenched pussy and he got up, still holding me by the shoulders. My hips hovered a couple feet above the mattress.

"Gimme a little show before I go make breakfast." I did what I could and flexed my waist and abs. My hips were all the moved, but they moved pendulously. I was his helpless, beautiful...maggot.

Without notice, John threw me! I panicked and reached out to stop my fall, and of course, nothing happened. I hit the bed with a soft THUMP and John was gone from the room before I could regain my composure. I hope he's making bacon this morning.