Around the end of my shift at the mill today, a - very - heavy box fell on my hand while I was inspecting. As expected, it hurt like shit, and the boss, whom I am second to, said that I could leave early, and that he wouldn't expect me back in a few weeks. Alright.

I drove to the clinic immediately after, trying to keep my arm as still as possible, the paint was just too great to do anything with it.

"Well Jim, it's broken. One of the bones that connects your middle knuckle and wrist, as well as the lower end of your radius."
"So, do I get a cast for 6 months?"
"Well, you could, but there's a new alternative"
"I'm listening"
"Some alternative medicine. Experimental magic people at the university have been trying to find applications, broken bones is a pretty safe way to test medical relevance."
"Is it better than a cast?"
"It's not much different. It heals a week sooner than usual, which is a plus. Though, some people like having their arm whether they can use it or not"
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah, they remove your arm"
"How the hell do they do that? I'm not amputating over something this benign"
"No, no, they simply detach it."
"And how?"
"Magic! Magic is really just unexplained science. We'll probably stop calling it that in 10 or 20 years when we get a better idea of how it works. Anyway, it might be worth a go, because looking at these x-rays, you'd have most of your arm in a cast. Almost up to your shoulder. A lot of people have tried it, and they think it's just better to not have it on if they can help it. With the cast on, your arm basically becomes a hard, useless shape that annoys most people. That, and there's the fact that it stinks, you can't shower with one on."
"Alright, fine, I'll do it"
"Okay, I'll call one of the guys down"

An hour later, a young woman in a lab coat arrived at the clinic. She was pretty drab looking, she looked like she just woke up, but if she had more sleep, she'd probably be pretty bangin'.

I was called back to the examination room, and there she was.

"I'm Dr. Lin" She said, brushing her hair away. It was dark and silky. "I'll be taking your arm off" I instantly started to feel that weird hospital dread.

She touched my arm. "Ah!" I inhaled. "Don't worry, the faster it's off, the better". She took out a grey glove, and placed a wet pill in her palm before crushing it. She then held my arm at the mid-bicep with both hands, and pulled with the gloved hard. My whole left arm was removed, save half of my bicep, the stump was mostly flat, but looked a little "torn".

"Alright Jim, it's in our hands now... Haha. We'll call you in a month or so when it's healed."
"You should see me for some brief physical therapy tomorrow. Here's my card, call me" Lin handed me a business card with an email and a phone number.

I finally got home, and I thanked my lucky stars I drove an automatic, and that it was 8pm, when rush hour started to die down.

I had to look, though, I needed a good look. I got to my washroom, and threw my shirt off. It really ended just a few inches down. It felt odd to touch the tip of it. Interestingly, it was a bit more rounded than earlier, but not by much. I tried to tell myself "I am now an amputee", but it was hard. "Amputee" implied that there was a permanence to your predicament. After seeing my arm removed so quickly, painlessly and with no gore, it wasn't hard to understand that I'd easily have it back in a month. It was strange to move it, since there was no weight, it was very light, I could do a butterfly "stroke" faster with my stump than my complete right arm.

Undressing myself for bed wasn't hard, brushing my teeth had no added difficulty either, though for washing my face I had to use a face cloth.

When I got into bed, I looked towards my feet. My right arm was complete, over the sheets, but my left arm still ended abruptly. I didn't seem real, not yet at least.

The next morning, I threw the sheets off, or at least I would have. I was still in "two arms" mode, and I wobbled what was left of my arm in vain. I guess it smoothed out overnight, as the stump was now more spherical at the end, instead of a flat cut. My personality insisted that I do something, so I called Dr Lin.

An hour later, I found myself outside the place. Usually I'd be here much sooner, but I'd rather not drive like this.

"Hello, Jim, it's good to see you." Dr. Lin took care to shake my only hand.
"So, am I dressed properly?"
"Of course." I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, nothing complicated. "Come this way."

"I don't really see the need for any of this stuff" I noticed the parallel bars and the stair cases, I wasn't missing any legs.
"Of course, we're just doing a few things. Can you tie your shoes?"
"I just wore slip-ons"
"Here, try this" She showed me a box with holes and laces, a simulation for shoe tying of course. It took me a good 3 minutes over my usual 15 seconds, but I managed to tie it by using my index and middle finger as "one hand" and my thumb and ring finger as another.
"Very good" the doctor said, scribbling something on her clipboard.

"Hm, lets see, can you dress yourself okay?" An honest question I suppose.
"Yeah, I did just fine this morning"
"Lets see you remove your shirt"
So I did, raising my stump up and sliding my t-shirt off.
"Hmm, very nice" She slowly glided her hand down my chest.
"Ah, the cut is quite a bit flatter now" She caressed my stump, it was rather sensitive.
"Ah!"
"Terribly sorry." She took out her clipboard again. "May I ask if you're married?"
"Nah, single at the moment."
"Very well" She walked up to me. "So tell me, how does this feel?" She caressed the tip of my stump again.
"Ah, well, it's not painful. Kinda good if you do it the right way"
"How about... This?" She changed the stroke slightly.
"Ahh, that's alright."
"Hmmm, you have quite a nice chest"
"Is that good?" I moronically thought she meant in a medical sense.
"Yes" Despite being taller than her, she pulled me down slightly and started kissing me aggressively, being sure to use her foot to nudge the door closed.

"Wha?" She kissed me a few times, being sure to touch the tip of my terminating bicep. She quickly undid my belt and let my pants fall, pulling my dick out and engulfing it in her mouth. She licked it elegantly for some time before pushing me backwards, falling on to the examination table.

"Let me just get these out of the way" She disrobed in about 6 seconds, and before she jumped on me, she took out that glove and powder I'd seen yesterday. She did the procedure sitting away from me, I heard to slaps, her lifeless bare legs falling to the floor. She turned towards me, her legs ended abruptly, just the few inches required for her to sit up.

She pressed her breasts against mine and rode my cock. I only had one arm, so all I could do was help myself thrust while she did all the work. It didn't take long for the orgasms to make the table rattle.

Needless to say, I went to physiotherapy once a week, sometimes more. Even after I got my healed arm returned to me.