The experience we had together was transcendent. I couldn’t tell if it was the novelty of the situation, or if I truly vibed with my new shape, but the area on my hips where my legs had just been were as sensitive and charged with pleasure, the same way my nipples or clit react when I play with them. I recalled my Neurology 101 class from college. Some parts of the body are mapped to regions in the brain very close to that which handles sexual sensation, feet being one of them. Perhaps with my feet missing, my new terminus took their place in my brain’s body map. My legless hips were a new erogenous zone.

“Do you like when I rub them?” my boyfriend asked, knowing full well by the gooning looks on my face that I did. With the right touch and pressure, I knew he could make me orgasm. He applied intermittent pressure on my empty hips making my entire body move up and down on the bed. My breasts heaved too, resisting my involuntary movements with momentum of their own.

“Fuuuuck!” I yelped as his ministrations sent electric jolts through what remained of my body. The thought that I was not ‘all there’ multiplied the effect, putting me close to flying over the edge. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, playing in the space where my femurs usually reside. The sensations were intense and confusing. My brain went crazy.

“Oh my god--my legs--my hips--I’m--I’m--legless!” I crescendoed as my revelatory orgasm took complete control. My torso bucked and crunched as the energy had less space to dissipate. I went blind for a couple of seconds before passing out.

“Baby? Hey! Are you okay?” He was above me. He sounded worried, which confused me because it only felt like a few seconds that I was out.

I groaned, “Mph..yeah, babe, I’m fine. What’s wrong?” I lifted my body with my arms, slowly remembering the experience I just had. Except now my legs were back. I was confused--was it all just a dream? A feeling of deep disappointment fell over my face.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I...I dreamt that we had sex, but I…didn’t…” I was scared to reveal my experience in case it really was a dream and I would freak him out.

“You didn’t have legs?” he said quizzically, “Yeah, I think you came so hard that it knocked you out for like fifteen minutes. That must have been some good stuff, huh?”

My eyes popped open as I realized it was all real. I felt a feeling of relief, but also disappointment at having to have legs again.

“Oh shit...it was real?” The whole experience was so freaky my brain had a hard time parsing the memories. Maybe I was still high from the orgasm.

“You goof!” He said, “Of course it was real. I wanted to make sure everything was okay and that you were safe, so I regenerated your legs. Everything seems to be fine,” He did a once over of my naked body with a satisfied look.

“Then let’s do it again!” I exclaimed. Realizing it was all real I couldn’t think of anything else. All I wanted to do was remove my legs again, and maybe even make it to actually fucking this time. My mind reeled with all the possible positions available to someone who was completely legless. My pussy began to drip again.

“I would totally love to. But don’t you need to pack?”

“Oh...that’s right…” I was saddened by the reality that just hit me in the face.

“Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say, but something about my experience convinced me that I needed to just come out with it. The kind of pleasure I just had made me want to risk it all to not lose it.

“What we did...It was one of the best experiences I ever had. I love…” I choked on the moan from the thought of what I was about to say, “I love being legless,” I finished breathlessly. My eyes fluttered and I reached for my own hips, disappointed again that my body extended past my hips.

“Oh…” he said, “Wow…”

“I know, it’s fucked up. I'm sorry,” I began to get out of bed embarrassed.

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant” he called, guiding me back to bed, “I mean...I love you legless too.”

“You do?” My eyes lit up.

“I do. But are you not relieved to be normal again? To be able to walk?”

I thought about the fact that having legs right now meant I could do pretty much anything anyone could do. I could live my life without complaint. But what I learned over the past hour, although intense and confusing, made it clear that I would forever regret not exploring this further. I searched for the words to explain this to him.

“I mean, I don’t know. I was so in love with the way I looked in the mirror earlier, walking was basically a distant memory. I think I was either high, or drunk at my new shape and there’s nothing I want to do right now other than to go back.”

He looked surprised, but still supportive. Taking some seconds to process what I just told him, he got a sly smile on his face.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“So…” he paused, “you want to be legless again?”

I almost fainted at his words. What was coming over me? Maybe some side effects of the machine?

“Yyes….” I muttered quietly. My eyelids fluttered again. I laid down as a precaution in case I fainted.

He slowly got onto his knees and hovered over my laying body, “Right now you’re almost five foot ten. You want to be somewhere around this tall?” He stood on his knees and raised a flat hand about three feet from the bed.

I could see even from my vantage point of the pillow that even while on his knees. My height without legs would only bring me up to his chest, “Oh god, yes! I want that.”

I could help but start to touch myself as he came up with something new to say.

“You…” he thought for a couple of seconds, “You want to not be able to walk? No matter how much you try...or struggle?”

“Nnnngh…” I couldn’t rub fast enough. I shut my eyes tight as images of looking down at myself to see my hips with absolutely no thighs extending from them danced through my head. I could almost feel where my hips ended and stretched all the way around my ass.

“Please!” I screamed.

“Please what?” He said, I could hear the smirk on his face.

“Please! Make me your legless cripple!” I came so hard the squirt soaked the sheets. If my thighs weren’t in the way, it might have hit that wall across the room.

I passed out again. I stirred. Before I opened my eyes he noticed that I was waking up, “Well good morning, my crippled legless lover.”

My eyes shot open wide and I looked down. The first thing I noticed was the spatter on the wall. While I was out the water had soaked in a bit, revealing every last bit of cum I shot clear across the room. The next thing I noticed was that the lowest part of my body was, once again, my pussy. Framed by my wide hips that flared out and ended promptly around the same level.

“My...legs...the squirt?” I was confused. I was sure that my thighs prevented my cum from flying.

“I removed them when your eyes were closed. You literally started coming as soon as they disappeared.”

I rested my head on the pillow and reached down to feel the end of my body, knowing my arms could now easily reach well past my very bottom. I moved to massage the space where my legs were just a few minutes before, but nothing happened.

I reached harder, my shoulders straining, pulling themselves down as hard as they could, as if I was trying to scratch an itch on my now nonexistent ankle.

“Why can’t I…” I opened my eyes to see what was the issue and almost had a heart attack. I realized my struggle was utterly useless because past my collarbones and shoulders, I had no arms.

“Oh my god! What did you do?” I felt like I was going to have a heart attack, but began to calm myself down, knowing that the machine he had used on me could restore my limbs as quickly as they took them away. What I didn’t expect, however, was just how limbless I would become at his hands.

“Do you like it?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Before realizing my arms were now just as gone as my legs, I was ready to fuck. Now that I am armless...no matter how hard I try, or struggle, I will never be able to touch myself...I felt my pussy drip.

He reached out and gently caressed the space where my right arm used to extend. I reached out to hold his hand. Muscles in my shoulder twitched and squirmed where he was touching me, making him smile. Other than that, there was nothing more I could do. I was helpless. I was even hornier than before.

“Take me,” I whispered.

“What was that?” He said, turning his ear toward me.

In frustration and supreme sexual tension, I screamed, “Take your disabled fucking limbless torso and ruin me!”

I'm now not so sure it’s just my business trip we’ll need to talk about canceling.