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Magic Potion

By: PeggyBuxton



Gina reads the label of the small cobalt blue bottle.

'Use no more than needed. Effects felt within 5 minutes. Results may vary.'

She opens the bottle and sniffs. "What the...." she screams as she thrusts it away from her nose. Looking again at the label for what effects she should expect, she finds no indication.

Peaking though the dark blue glass with the bottle gently held up to the light she turns it carefully before her eyes, once, twice, then a final turn. Her fingers tease the small cork stopper from the neck slowly for fear of releasing more foul vapors. It still smells as bad as before and quickly the stopper squeaks back into place.

"Rosa!" the short Asian woman calls as she wanders barefoot though the apartment they share only as roommates. "Rosa!"

"I'm not deaf ... what?" Rosa sits on the bed leaning against the headboard reading a magazine resting on her thighs, feet pulled close to her hips with ankles crossed lightly. She finally looks up.

"What's this for?" she asks holding the small bottle up.

"Megan found it at an old shop on the other side of the tracks when she was buying incense. She thought you might like it. I don't know why."

"But what will it do if I use it? It sure isn't perfume!"

"It beats me." Rosa shrugs her shoulders and goes back to reading the magazine.

"If I don't know what it does...?" She leans against the wall and watches Rosa as if giving her more time might illicit more information.

"Hey, I don't have a clue. Maybe you should call her if you're afraid to use it. You Asian chicks...."

"Good idea." Gina ignores the unfinished racial comment, refusing to hurl one about Mexican women back at her.

"It's Friday and Max is coming over tonight. Just wanted to warn you."

"God, what do you see in that loser. Could you two hold it down in bed? All that moaning and screaming keeps me awake."

"You just need a good fuck!"

"Not from some jerk like that."

Gina pulls her cell phone from the pocket of her tight jean cutoffs and flips it open as she walks into the living room.

"Hey, thanks for the bottle of whatever. What's it for, it mentions 'effects'?" She shrugs her shoulders as if Megan can see her.

"Which bottle did you get?"

"It's blue."

"Oh-h, oh," she drawls for a while. "Have you used any?"

"Hell no-o. Not goin' put something on I don't know what it does."

"Good thing. Maybe we could meet in the food court at the mall. I'll give you the one you were supposed to get." She chuckles. "Don't forget to bring that one. I need it."

"Rosa and Max are going to be screwin' again. After we eat, maybe you and I could find a bar."

"I'd like that. See ya in about half an hour."

Gina takes a quick shower to freshen up and puts on a short tan dress that reveals a nice amount of cleavage and a lot of leg, and a pair of black pumps with thick two-inch heals. She takes a last look in the tall mirror leaning against the wall, adjusts the dress, combs her fingers though her long straight black hair, then walks towards the front door.

"Be back late, get it out of your system before then!" she yells to Rosa. All she hears is a string of profanity and the bedroom door slam.

-

Megan, like Gina, is from Thailand though they met long after leaving the country. She is only a few inches taller and just as beautiful, wearing black designer jeans that mold to her hips, a white tee shirt, and sandals. They carry trays of hamburgers and fries back to a table and sit next to each other on one side of a four-person table.

"Max, what a jerk. Knowing Rosa, she's going to have her feet in the air for a while," Megan teases. "Bet he doesn't eat her pussy," she whispers as she leans closer.

"Megan, why I never...." Gina lets the thought go unfinished and takes a bite of burger then of a few fries as she glances at her best friend though the corner of her eyes.

"Sorry. She just has such poor tastes in guys. How's your love life?"

"As empty as my bank account." Gina groans. "I thought Jim was going to last."

"What happened?"

"Seems he's into big hooters ... something I seem to be lacking in. Damn Asian female genes." She giggles.

"Was he good in bed?"

"Yeah, I think. Not like I have a bunch of guys to compare."

"I had an interesting date recently. A woman chatted me up and we ended up at her place for the night. Very nice, I must say."

"Really? Who got tops?"

"She wasn't a dyke. Geez, Gina."

"Don't know anything about that 'lesbian' stuff. How'd you climax?"

"Haven't you ever had a guy go down on you?"

"Nope."

"Oh, honey. We need to get you some help."

Megan notices Gina staring at something, almost lost in space. She traces the stare and finds a woman missing a leg crutching past the food court.

"Ever wonder what that'd be like?" Gina whispers to no one in particular.

"She works at the thrift shop over on Elm Street. Don't know her name. A most unhappy woman ... actually, a real bitch. I tried to talk to her and she snapped my head off."

"What happened to her?"

"Another woman there mentioned something about a car wreck."

"Looks good, doesn't she?" Gina continues to watch as the woman looks in the window of a store at dresses on mannequins. "So nice...."

"I didn't know you liked stuff like that."

"Huh?" Gina seems to realize she has been staring for a long time and looks back at Megan. "What?"

"I believe you were lusting over a woman missing a leg." Megan softly chuckles.

"Yeah, I guess I was."

"I wouldn't mind being that way," Megan whispers as she lays her hand on Gina's hand. "If it happened, that is."

"Is that why you tried to speak with her?"

"Uh-huh." Megan nods and nibbles at a fry covered with a dab of ketchup at the end.

"One summer when I was a little girl, I knew a girl missing a leg. I'll never forget her. Wow-w."

"It's ashamed that we didn't know about our shared interest."

"It seems ... I don't know, wicked." Gina stammers. "Like something that will send me straight to hell." She laughs.

"You'd mentioned going to a bar, but maybe we could go to my place and have a drink. I'd love to explore some ideas with you. Did you bring the blue bottle?"

Gina digs though her purse putting scraps of papers and other things on the table in the process. "Here." She twists it in her hand a few times before handing it to Megan. "Yeah, you know after seeing someone like her, I feel kind of flustered for a while. Maybe going to your place would be nice."

-

"This is so much better than mine," Gina says as the front door closes.

"Why, 'cause Rosa isn't here?" Megan laughs then walks into the small kitchen to get two beers from the refrigerator.

"Yeah, Rosa and her guys." Gina takes a long swig from the bottle then holds it up in front of her face. "Always tastes better from a bottle than a glass."

Megan turns on the stereo and flips though a pile of CD's. A small green bottle exactly like the blue one sits on the end table next to the overstuffed chair Gina sits in. She opens and sniffs it. It has a pleasant aroma. She dabs a little on the front of her throat. "This is nice," Gina says as she gently inserts the small cork stopper and sits it back on the table.

"What?"

"This stuff in the green bottle."

"Uh-huh. I like that, a lot." She snickers knowing it takes effect quickly.

"Wow, I've never felt like this," Gina says, almost in a moan, her hand rubbing lightly over a breast a few times. "What's this called?" Her hand moves along her body and between her thighs. "Gee wiz." She pulls her dress up and fingers over her white panties. "Ah-h, ah," she gasps, almost orgasmiclly.

"Yeah, nice." Megan watches as she leans seductively against the bookcase where the stereo is. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth, knowing exactly how the potion is affecting Gina.

Gina kicks her shoes off as she walks slowly towards Megan. Without a word, she kisses her softly as she lets a hand roam over her chest. "It all feels so ... intense," The kisses get deeper. Her body presses closer.

Megan does not rush, knowing it will take a few more minutes for full effect. For now, she just enjoys the kisses and touches.

Gina tugs at Megan's blouse until it is free of the skirt. Her hand darts under it feeling soft warm flesh. She grabs a handful of bare breast and gropes the nipple. "Lovely," she moans, unbuttoning until the blouse falls away then leans down and suckles what she has just played with. "I didn't know ... why I haven't ... nice," she mumbles in halting words kissing down into the cleavage and up the other breast. Without encouragement, Gina's hand roams over the front of the skirt and then under. "No panties," she coos as she feels the wet folds of skin.

"I do it sometimes. Makes me feel wanton, sexy."

Her fingers continue to feel, rub, and enjoy for a while before wandering inside. Once coated, she sucks them clean. "You taste so-o good." Gina sucks her fingers again as if she might have missed some.

"Maybe we should get comfortable."

Gina walks towards the bedroom as Megan dabs the potion on her neck before following. By the time, she is undressed and sitting next to Gina on the bed, it is taking effect.

They kiss deeply for a moment before Megan lets her lips roam down Gina's front, not stopping until they are between her thighs. "Hmmm," she whispers into the pink opening as her tongue darts around. Her nose teases the swelling clitoris as she nibbles. A fingertip plays before several vanish inside.

"Oh god-d," Gina wails, thrusting against the hand vigorously slapping fingers deep. "Baby-y," she says loudly. The fingers probe and feel as lips nibble the swollen bud. Hips wiggle and thrust. "Oh-h, oh," she repeats quickly in a low deep tone until the climax releases its grip.

"Never had one that good," she groans as she sits partially up, leaning on one elbow.

"You just need a woman's touch," Megan teases.

"Maybe ... or a few gallons of that green stuff." Gina looks around the bedroom. "What are the crutches for?"

"Yeah, those." Megan chuckles. "Remember how we were talking about missing legs, well, ah, I sometimes pretend to be missing a leg."

"Really?" How?"

"No. It's probably not something you're interesting in."

Megan sits up and crosses her legs facing Gina. She is silent for a moment, just looking at her friend.

Gina interrupts the silence. "With my friend, sometimes I'd fold my leg and stuff it inside my jeans then walk around on her crutches. I had almost forgotten how nice that felt." She reaches over and holds Megan's hand. "I don't know what happened a moment ago, but it felt wonderful. Those feelings still linger, you know." She leans closer and pecks a few small kisses on her lips. "I'm not sure I want them to go away."

"Me either."

"So, how do you pretend?"

Megan retrieves a pair of crutch, leaving two more pair in the corner, and walks back using them with a foot slightly off the floor. She sits near the nightstand and removes a blue bottle and small syringe from a drawer.

"Is that the same stuff in the other blue bottle?" Gina says without asking what she is doing, or about to do.

"Yeah." She draws a very small amount into the syringe and injects it into her left thigh near the top. "I've done this dozens of times." They both watch as the leg disappears and becomes a short stump.

"How long does it last?"

"Depends on how much I inject. This much, several hours." She stands, balanced on a single foot, and slips the crutches under her arms, then paces back and forth across the room.

"Is it really like having one leg?"

"Well, the leg isn't there if that's the question." She laughs. "Do you want to try?"

"And if it doesn't come back?"

Megan sits so the stump is beside her and racks Gina's hand over the soft rounded mound that was moments ago a leg. "Hmmm, that feels so good." She continues rubbing Gina's hand over the stump.

"I can't believe it feels so 'real'."

"What kind of stump would you like, maybe like mine, or maybe an arm?"

"I thought I was a wreck after seeing that woman at the mall."

"How about if you try something."

"I'm scared."

"Phooey. Go ahead, admit that you've dreamed of missing a leg."

"Yes, yes I have ... more than a few times. Watching you now excites me in ways I had not expected. A few hours, huh?"

"Yup. It's always come back for me, as much as I wish it wouldn't." Megan laughs. "I was told how much to use to make it not."

"Not, as in 'never'? Oh, my goodness." Gina slaps her hand flat over her chest and gasps. "You're kidding, right!"

"Of course, I've never tested the possibility. Some day I will."

"Have you done more than just one leg?"

"Gina, you sometimes surprise me."

"Ah, both legs or both and an arm?"

"Girl, you 'are' turning me on. Did you know that?"

"Me too. Whatever that stuff in the green bottle is, I'm still feeling the effects. Yeah, I'd like to try just one leg for now."

In silence, Megan digs a new syringe from the drawer and fills it with the same amount of fluid. "How much of the leg?" She smiles as she rubs Gina's left thigh.

"About here." She points at a place a hand width from the top of the thigh. "I wish I'd worn some other shoes." She chuckles. "Oh well, it's just for a few hours. I'll be okay."

By the time she finishes speaking, the leg is a stump ending where she had pointed.

"What do you think?" Megan asks as she retrieves a pair of crutches. "We might have to adjust them. There're some forearm crutches too, but it takes a little practice to feel stable with them."

"Hmmm, they are perfect." Gina takes her first steps needing crutches and quickly gains confidence. "Not so bad. What's the longest you've gone?"

"Last weekend, both days."

"What if you see people you know?" Gina continues walking around the bedroom.

"I took a little trip and found a motel. No one had a clue."

"You ever go out around here."

"Nah, too risky. You make a nice looking amputee."

"Maybe we should try more of the green stuff."

"Ah, you looking like that, I'm not sure I need any." Megan laughs.

Gina strolls into the living room and back to the bedroom, and then retraces the path a few more times.

"Oh my, I could get use to being like this ... all the time. I just wish we could go somewhere, you know, really walk around."

"Spend the night, then we can take a drive tomorrow and find a place where we're not known."

"Yeah, sounds delightful. I just got a little taste of you." Gina laughs. "A girl needs more of that." She snickers.

"I have a feeling I should get more of both bottles next week. One bottle lasts a while though."

On the next lap to the living room and back, Gina stops and dabs a little of the liquid from the green bottle in the same place as before.

Megan pushes her onto the bed and laughs. "I saw that. Aren't those feelings great."

"Give me gallons of it. Take a bath in the stuff." Gina laughs as she pulls Megan against her.

-

The early morning light filters around the curtains as Gina begins to wake and realize her leg has returned. "Damn," she mutters under her breath as she slips from bed and walks to the bathroom.

Gina flushes the toilet and Megan stands in the doorway saying, "The let down can be huge when it comes back."

"The leg?" Yeah, that's the way I felt when I realized it was there. Must have been dreadful at the end of last weekend."

"There are no words to describe it." Megan finishes then flushes the toilet and walks back to bed. "You know, for someone that's not been with a woman, you do a remarkable job down there." She giggles.

Gina settles between Megan's legs, face braced by thighs, and takes a long slow lap with her tongue. "Guess I need to practice."

"Yeah, and you'll never date another man."

"Hell, I didn't know what I was missing."

"Swing that pussy around here and let me help you remember."

-

Without the need for the potion from the green bottle, Gina willing enjoys giving and receiving a limitless number of orgasms for half the morning. Exhausted, but wanting more, she lays on her back, arms stretch to the side, smelling the natural juices covering her mouth.

"What's the most you've had off with the blue stuff?"

"Just the one leg."

"You could do all of each limb," Gina musses.

"I couldn't take care of myself."

"I could help." Gina stands and twirls several times towards the bathroom. "Goddamn, I feel so good-d. She stops and thrusts a palm flat against her waist. "Babe, you've given me something I should have been looking for all my life."

Megan saunters slowly towards her with exaggerated movements of her hips each step. She juts her breasts forward as she stops close. "And just what might that be?"

Gina shrugs her shoulders and grabs each nipple between fingers then twists gently. "Ah, don't know how to explain how I feel. I just know I feel very good."

"'Cause of a two hour orgasm?"

Gina laughs. "Yeah, guess that's sums it up. Before, the longest was about ten seconds." She groans. "If those few drops of blue lasted, what three hours, then if you triple the amount, will it last nine?"

"Uh-huh. I was told to keep it under twenty-four, otherwise it becomes permanent."

"After that one time, I'm not sure it would be a bad thing." Gina snickers. "Would you get an artificial leg?"

"Nah, that doesn't interest me in the least. I like a short stump, nearly nothing remaining."

"I had fun swinging my stump around. Maybe I'd keep enough to move, but not much more. I can't wait until we go someplace we can play out in public."

"The new bottle's in my purse, I checked. I tossed in a couple syringes. We'll swing by your place so you can get fresh clothes, some better walking shoes ... well 'a' better walking shoe." Gina laughs. "Once we're back in the car, we can inject ourselves."

"Hmmm, the new heroin. You know, 'Hey man, give me a hit, I want my leg off at the hip'." They both laugh as Megan turns the shower on.

-

Gina changes into her favorite jean cutoffs and black tee shirt and trades the pumps for sandals. She tosses a pair of jeans, a short dress, a few tee shirts, and her pumps into a canvas overnight bag. She scratches her head in thought, and then adds some black boy-cut panties, hairbrush, and a toothbrush. She glances around the bathroom and adds toothpaste.

"Where's your sorry ass going?" Rosa asks harshly.

"Did Max wear your pussy out last night? Sorry I missed the gentle sounds."

"You're just jealous." She pauses a moment before adding, "Bitch."

"I'll be away for the rest of the weekend."

"You better not forget to pay your share of the rent. I need it Monday, ya know."

"Yeah, yeah. It'll be in your grubby hand by then."

The door closes a little harder than expected, but maybe it was exactly right. Gina laughs aloud as she crosses the parking lot to Megan's car. As she opens the car door, she catches Rosa watching from the window and waves.

"Let's go. There's a quiet place up the street." Gina points off to the left as they stop before entering the street. Megan follows directions until they park on the far edge of a deserted office park.

"Are you as ready as I am?" Megan quizzes then pulls the blue bottle out as Gina tosses one sandal behind the seat. "How long? Can we do at least nine hours?"

"Sure." Megan grins as she loads the syringe and injects her thigh close to the top. She loads another. "Darling, show me where."

"That has a nice ring, 'darling'. Make mine like yours."

Megan injects and recaps the syringes before putting them and the bottle into a locked compartment under the seat. "Just in case the cops stop us." She groans.

They hold hands and wait in silence until the legs become short stumps.

"Wow!" Gina shouts and stretches the remaining leg out to wiggle her foot.


Magic Potion: Grace



The funeral for my husband of five years has just ended. He was handsome and much older, two of my favorite attributes for a man to marry. He was also very rich. We were in love, gave each other what we wanted, especially in bed. Nothing denied. We even brought others into bed - a woman for him to have or to watch me with, a man for me, and a few times even another couple. There was always crazy sex for hours, days.

I stand and speak with Joanne when I notice a woman sitting alone in the last row, empty rows in front of her. She dabs her eye with a handkerchief a few times then walks away using crutches, a single right leg protruding from her knee length black dress. 

"Grace, What?" Joanne asks.

"Who is that woman?" I point without being too obvious and she is already out of sight. "She's gone."

I become distracted and faint. She helps me to a chair and I sit for a moment, struggling to collect myself as I tremble uncontrollably. I wave off help as feelings I have repressed since before meeting Jim flood my being.

'Who was she?' I ask myself. 'Did he know her? Did he like such women?' Tears stream down my face and I wipe at them with a handkerchief. 'Would he have minded if I had told him of my own desire to be like her?' I cannot clear my head.

"Are you okay?" another guest asks.

"Just a little overwhelmed," I reply without explaining myself.

-

The next week I go through Jim's closets and take his clothes to thrift shops. Knowing his fragrance will be lost forever is hard on me. Between trips, I take time to greave, have a stiff drink of whiskey, and then continue.

Standing in the doorway of his home office feels overwhelming as I survey the belongings. The thought of the woman with one leg again floods my mind, something I've managed to avoid thus far. Leaning against the door, I pull my foot against my hip and stand on just one foot. The arousal is sudden and full, the crotch of my panties become soaked, the need to masturbate great. I stand still, resisting, but failing.

I sit on my bed and undress, the black thong the last to fall on the floor, just before I pull my foot against my hip and spread the simulated stump wide. I feel the wetness, much more than normal. I had forgotten how excited such pretending used to make me. It was something I had done since my teen years, more at times of stress than others. There were periods when I did not think about it, about the woman I had seen as a child, the one missing a leg.

The orgasm happens on first touch and grips me as I drill my fingers like a jackhammer inside me. My knee moves as I test that my leg feels it is not there. I know it is, but the sensation so real. My fingers fly, the orgasm continues unabated. Maybe it wanes and builds. It feels so good regardless. I lose track of time, having no desire to stop.

-

I return from the drug store with crutches and several elastic bandages. Soon I parade around the room with my folded leg stuffed inside my jeans, the empty pants leg swinging each step. After a few minutes, my gait is smoother, more even, and getting better. Though my foot is hurting, I resist removing the bandage.

In the tall mirror standing against a wall, I see a woman missing a leg and the sight thrills me. Knowing who it is excites me more. Even as I twist and turn, modeling for myself, seeing the bulge of my foot in the seat of the jeans, I think what it would be like to be the woman in the mirror. Walking about the house, stopping to do everyday things on one leg, all the while testing my feelings, the excitement remains.

Now I have the need to clean Jim's office. Sitting in his desk chair with my leg still folded, I take the first few folders from a drawer. The very first one has a picture of the woman, the one with one leg at the funeral. Undressed, she is holding the end of a short stump and looking quite sensual for the photographer. "Fuck...." I begin aloud. There are more pictures of her in various poses, some undress, and some not, each just as exciting.

I hurry to my bed, spread the pictures across the covers and undress then unbind my leg. "Geez, did he know her?" I say aloud as I finger myself.

-

"Hello?" I say, answering the phone.

"Ms. Mattson, you probably don't know me. I was at the funeral."

I instantly know it is her. I anxiously say, "The woman with one leg?"

"Yes."

"I must speak with you. Would you mind?"

"About what?"

"Maybe it is wrong, but...." I'm on fire and I don't want to scare her away.

"He found me sexy. Maybe you would."

"Yes, yes, I would." My words fly out my mouth. "More than that, I'd.... Oh, I'm rambling. Can we meet?"

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I'm not concerned with what you and Jim might have done. I would love to talk to you about what it's like. Does that make sense?"

"We never did anything. I only met him once, to give him the pictures you've probably found by now."

"Yes. They were 'most' exciting to me. Did he like them?"

"He did. He was into female amputees, I assume. Are you, or do you want to be like me?"

"How'd you know?"

"We are alike."

She is exactly right. How does she know? "Come over now, can you?" Why aren't you here already, this second?

-

I change clothes, a short skirt and loose fitting blouse, slip on some sandals, and comb my hair. The doorbell rings and I walk quickly though the house.

"Ms. Mattson? I'm Mona, we just spoke on the phone." She extends her right hand, long slender fingers with red fingernails, except for the ring finger, missing all but a short piece.

Quickly I capture her looks - my height, similar size, a little younger, a little prettier, jeans with the left pants leg wrapped around a hip without most of a leg, sleeveless blouse tightly fitting over firm perky breasts, obviously without a bra.

"Yes, come in. Call me Grace." I step back and let her pass. Her black pump, with a low heal and hard leather sole, clicks against the marble floor of the foyer.

"Lovely home."

"Yes, haven't decided if I want to keep it. Kind of big for just one person."

"Maybe you'll find someone to share your life with, someone that 'understands' such odd needs as we have."

"Can I get you something to drink?" I turn and lead her into the great room.

"Whiskey sounds perfect."

I wonder if she can read my mind. "Have a seat." I point to the couch then move towards the wet bar and pour two drinks.

"I understand not telling him about your leg, wanting to not have it," she says as she lays the crutches neatly and quietly on the floor. "I don't talk about that part of me."

I hand her the glass, put mine on the table, and then sit turned so I can look more directly at her. "How long have you been this way?" I wave my hand towards her missing leg.

She sips and let the glass hover near her mouth as she swallows. "A few hours." There is a soft, but slightly wicked chuckle before the takes another sip.

"Huh? I saw the pictures he had."

"I pretend and I have a way to make it look, even feel, real. Sometimes a leg, others maybe an arm." She extends the fingers of her right hand and wiggles them. "Even a finger."

"I'm so confused. I thought you had found a doctor and had an amputation."

"Could have done that, there 'are' such surgeons for a price." She sits the glass on the table and opens her purse taking a blue bottle out. She slowly turns it in her hand. "Behold." She smiles. "With this, you can have any stump you want for a while, or forever."

"Oh, my," I mumble. "Sounds fantastic."

"Want to try some?"

"Yes, yes. This seems so much better than I had imagined." I watch her fill a syringe with some of the liquid from the bottle. "Let me get my crutches. Be right back."

She hands me the syringe as I sit. "Push the needle straight in where you want the stump to end. I put in enough for a few hours."

I check how much she put in as I pull my skirt up high and rub a fingertip over first one place then another. "Trying to decide." I chuckle then stick myself about a third of the way down from the top of the thigh.

"It takes a few minutes," she whispers.

"Wow!" I rub my hands over the stump several times. "And my leg will come back?"

"Yup. You can almost set your clock by it." She laughs. "Double the dose, double the time, never more than twelve hours. Twenty-four hours will make it never come back."

"Your finger?"

"Sure. You can do several limbs or digits at a time. Both legs can be fun if you have a wheelchair."

"Were do I get this?"

She hands me a business card. "Order it online." She stands and retrieves her crutches. "Aren't you going to walk around?" She laughs.

"I was just so overwhelmed, I forgot." I take a few steps that are so much nicer than with a bound up leg then stand in front of her swinging my lone foot a few times between the tips of the crutches.

"I should go," she says, extending her hand.

"You could stay, have some dinner."

"It was so nice to meet you." She glances down at the blue bottle on the table. "You are the only one to have used that bottle. Keep it."

"Let me pay you."

"No. My gift."

With that, she is gone as quickly as she came.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I whisper, walking on my crutches into the bedroom. Standing in front of the tall mirror, I snake the hem of the skirt up and wiggle the short stump about. "Damn-n," I drawl.

Watching myself, I consider why she stayed for such a short time when it was obvious we shared this strange desire. She had said she only met Jim one time and there was no reason to lie about that. Where does she live and who is she really?

I grab a black thong bikini from the drawer and change, then make my way to the secluded pool in the large back yard. The crutches lean against a chair as I hop five times to the edge and dive in. After a few laps, I get out, excited to try doing everything on one leg. Sitting on the edge of the pool with my only foot pulled closer to my hip and my chin resting on the knee, I consider the options that are now possible.

"Both legs," I mutter aloud, looking down at my stump as I move it side-to-side a few times. "An arm 'and' a leg. Wow."

I lie down on my stomach feeling the warm rays of the sun bathe me. Sleep overtakes me.

When I awake, my leg has returned. "No one will understand, or believe me," I say aloud as I stand and retrieve my crutches. The sun is starting to settle below the horizon. On the way to the bedroom, I grab the bottle and syringe. "Need more of these," I mutter. Before taking a shower, I remove most of my left arm.

-

The next morning after showering and having breakfast, I remove my leg for twelve hours leaving an even shorter stump than before. Though there is no need to pick a permanent length, I take a moment to consider if I like this one or the other. I honestly can't decide.

I pull the jean pants leg around the stump and stuff it over the waistband. There is something satisfying about doing this way rather than cutting the pants leg off then sewing it shut. The sleeveless blouse over naked breasts feels good and I leave the foot bare.

This morning's task is to go though Jim's desk and files to locate important papers. Maybe I will even find more about his hidden side. On my way there, I walk around the house and out by the pool, mostly to savor the feelings of having one leg. I do love being this way. Of course, the time with one arm was interesting, and I haven't even tried all the combinations.

At his desk, I go to the web page for the stuff in the blue bottle. There are other potions available as well as syringes. I place a large order then look though his browsing history and bookmarks. All seem like business kinds of things. I check his e-mail and again mostly business, no subject lines like 'hot amputee chick wants your body'. I wiggle the short stump to remind me the leg is gone. I love the way it feels. A new e-mail from someone named Frank appears.

'Hey Jim. Did you read that message on the group, number 12673? She's been pretending and looking for a girlfriend. Makes me wish I were a chick that lived near her. Ha. Hope all is well. Frank.'

"What group?" I mutter aloud as I look again at the browser history. "Pretender Wannabe" I whisper as I find it. Why doesn't she know about the blue bottle? I scan the messages. "There," I mutter aloud. I read several of her messages and get the feeling she does want to be missing a leg. Of course, she might live halfway around the world or not even be a woman.

With a new user name, I join the group and send her a private message.

'Just joined the Pretender Wannabe group and found your message. We think alike and have similar needs. I live in Rockland, 32, wish we could meet. It is probably too much to ask that we might live close enough to do that. Grace.'

I send the message and leave the e-mail program running then begin reading though the files in his desk. Most are business related and I stack those in boxes. I don't know what I will do with them, probably pass on to his partner. I find the file from the estate lawyer and scan though it to find the life insurance policy. I place a few calls to let each know about his death.

'Grace, nice to hear from you. Several Rockland's in the world, maybe yours is the one a few miles from Ridgeville. If so, we are close and we definitely need to meet. I'm 34, financially secure, single, not bad looking, would love to be missing a leg, but enjoy pretending to not have all combinations of limbs. Bonnie.'

Several new messages appear in my inbox and I read them before replying to Bonnie. None interest me; most from people that say little about whom they are or even indicate their gender.

Ridgeville is near and we exchange a few more messages before we agree to meet for coffee, though I never tell her about the blue bottle.

-

Friends of Jim or mine call to inquire how I am doing and I sound appropriately sad and grieving. A few offer to come by and I tell them I would prefer to be alone now. I neglect to say I have eight more hours before my leg reappears. I have a slight moment of panic as I think about what to do if the doorbell rings. Of course, both cars are in the garage and with the house set well back from the street in a grove of trees, there is no way to tell I am home. I convince myself I will simply not answer.

I try to walk using one crutch and find it difficult at first, the steps halting, and short. I adjust my technique so my hip presses against the grip of the crutch and things are better. A bead of sweat covers my forehead before long, but I continue until I can walk the length of the hallway without stumbling or falling. I promise myself I will continue to practice.

Leaning back in the office chair, I reread some of Bonnie's group messages and the replies to see if other women might be out there. I am not surprised to find others now that I know about her and Mona. I find it disappointing that I have never thought to search for such things.

A new message arrives - 'Just taking a chance, saw you are a new member. I live in Rockland, 40, married to someone that does not know about this part of me. I need to be missing my arm. I know there isn't anyway to make that happen so I sneak out at night and pretend. I hope you are real. Write. Joanne.'

"Joanne?" I say aloud. It can't be the same one from the funeral. Jim and I had a three-way with her several times. Her husband is a major jerk and I dislike him intensely. I have no idea why she stays with him, I wouldn't, but I do enjoy her company. "God-d," I drawl aloud.

I reply along with text of her message - 'Joanne, it's me, Grace. Call me.'

The phone rings about thirty seconds later and without much conversation, she says she is coming over. I hear dial tone before I can say anything. Nothing I can do now and no way to hide my missing leg.

The knock comes quickly and I hesitantly open the door still dressed in my jeans, missing a leg, standing with crutches under my arms.

"Grace?" A shocked expression covers her face.

"Come in, you're the only one that knows." I quickly shut the door behind her.

"You look fabulous. How?"

"We need to talk. Let's get a drink. I know I need one." I laugh and move into the great room towards the bar.

"Yeah, me too."

She takes the glass and we clink them together. "To common needs," I say raising my glass slightly before taking a sip. She does as well. "Your arm?"

"Never talked about it. Found the group a few weeks ago. I don't why I sent the message." She sips again and looks me over. "He doesn't know and I don't what he'd do if I lost it." She walks to the couch and sits.

"Jim didn't know either. I guess no one ever believe there can be others."

"No."

"I didn't know until I was looking though his stuff and found pictures of a woman missing a leg."

"Must have been a shock."

"It was the woman I saw at the funeral. She called the other day; we met and talked for a short time. She assured me nothing happened between them. It doesn't matter to me."

"But this...." She waves her hand past my missing leg.

"This is the good part." I put the glass down and return with the blue bottle. "Makes your limb become a stump for two to twelve hours."

"No lie?"

"No lie. I'd let you try it, but I only have one syringe." She nods, but I can tell she is disappointed. "I have more of this and syringes ordered, should be here tomorrow."

"Wow! Can I see what it looks like?"

I slide my jeans off the left side and wiggle the stump a few times. "Looks real, doesn't it?"

"Twelve hours? I don't think that could ever be long enough." She groans.

"You can inject again or with a large amount you can make become permanent."

"He's still a problem." She rubs a hand over my stump.

"Maybe he's like Jim and you just don't know." I laugh. "Stranger things happen."

"I know he isn't. I once made some comment about a woman missing an arm at the mall. He groaned and say he'd rather see me dead than to be like that."

"That's awful."

"I know, but I think a lot of folks feel that way." She continues to rub my stump and her fingers wander up the inside of the thigh. "We had some good times."

I look at the clock. "I believe two hours is the shortest time."

"Is it that late? I need to get dinner started." She frowns. "Fuck," she whispers. "Send me the link for the place to order this stuff."

"Order from here, that way you can have it tomorrow."

-

Tonight I ready myself for bed and remove most my right ring finger, left arm, and right leg. My crutches lean against the wall near the headboard as I pull the covers up and feel myself everywhere, some longer than others. The sensations as I try to reach with the missing arm overwhelm me, almost sending me into orgasm convulsions. I fondle first the leg stump then the arm and it continues without even touching my slit.

-

A new injection and I shower, enjoying the way the water drains over my legless hip as I twist and turn under the waterfall cascading over me. I linger much longer than usual and eventually twist the knob until the water stops. It is not the first shower on one leg, yet I still am learning the best way to do things without falling and hurting myself.

I find a lightweight black short cotton skirt and revealing white blouse to wear. I put a thong panty back in the drawer and trade it for a black boy-cut pair. Still barefoot and with damp uncombed hair brushing along my shoulders, the doorbell rings. I hurry to see if it is the delivery of more blue bottles. I peak out the side glass beside the door and there is a man in brown shorts and shirt holding a box and something else.

"Ms. Mattson?" he asks as though finding a woman with one leg in front of him is quite normal.

"Yes."

He hands me the box and I see his eyes rove over me, spending an extra long moment on the lack of a leg extending from the skirt. "Noticed that return address before, kind of unique appearance. Memorable, not as much as you." He hands me the thing to sign and I do.




Magic Potion: Grace



"Really?"

"I just want to say you're very lovely." He makes no effort to leave and continues looking. "Very lovely."

"You flatter me too much. The stuff in the box helps." I chuckle.

"Wish I could give some to my wife, you know make her as beautiful."

"Oh I don't think she'd like this. No, I don't."

He takes a last look and walks to his truck. For a moment, I watch and wonder about the short exchange then close the door.

At the dinning room table, I open the box and count the bottles, ten, and each with enough for a total of forty-eight hours. A hundred syringes, plenty it seems. All cheap for me, but I know for most even a bottle is beyond possible. I know I will be seeing the deliveryman again soon.

Joanne calls and her order arrived. We talk for a moment about how much to use. I know her arm will be gone for a while as soon as we hang up. I don't know what she will do about her husband. I guess she doesn't either.

A message arrives that Bonnie cannot meet today, a sudden business trip she explains. I wonder if she is real. I promise myself to speak with people on the phone before agreeing to meet with them.

"Hey babe," I say as Joanne answers the phone. "Come over, will you?"

She quickly agrees and I finish with my hair. I leave my foot bare as I wash the dishes, straighten the great room, more to enjoy doing things on one leg than because it needs to be done.

-

As I had expected, Joanne is missing most of her left arm when she arrives. "Snuck out," she says with a bubbly tone to her voice as she flaps the stump causing the empty part of the sleeve to wave about. "He'd puke if he saw me this way."

"How's it feel?" I ask as I walk through the house to a table by the pool.

"Wonderful-l," she drawls, following me. "Damn stuff is expensive. I only used enough for two hours this time, but I know I just have to find a way.... You know." She cups the end of the stump with her hand and rubs. "I love being this way." She pulls the sleeve up showing me the stump.

"Very nice. I went to sleep without my leg 'and' arm. I thought of you."

"Sweet." She looks around as if to see if anyone is around then unbuttons her blouse. "You mind?" she teases then removes it, leaving her jeans on.

"You might turn me on flashing your breasts like that." I chuckle.

"I wouldn't mind. Not like we haven't enjoyed each other."

"I know. I think about Jim, about your jerky husband, and wonder what I want in my future."

"Hmmm. Sounds interesting." She flashes me one of her patented smiles guaranteed to excite as she drags her hand up the inside of the thigh. "I don't know what to do with Carl. We've been together three years, now I just don't know." She crosses a leg over the other and lets her foot swing slowly. "An arm and a leg?"

"Uh-huh. I've been practicing using just one crutch and getting better. Also thinking about getting a wheelchair."

"Both legs?"

I nod. "All of both." I snicker. "Seems so wicked. If only there was a way to go out of the house like this. I'm so afraid someone I know will see me."

"We should have a girls weekend away."

"Would he let you?"

"Nah."

I rub my chin in thought. "Have you gotten any messages from that group?"

"A few, nothing worthy of a response."

"I was going to meet some gal today, but she canceled."

"I wonder...."

"Me too. The delivery guy spent a long time looking me over."

"Were you like that?"

"Yeah. Said he had delivered a package somewhere else with the same return address. He didn't say who." I laugh. "He said he wished his wife would use some so she would be as 'beautiful' as I am."

"You think they do this."

"Nah. Probably thought it was some kind of beauty product." I laugh again. "It kind of is."

She looks at her watch. "Another half hour."

"Never long enough and too much fun trying different things to leave it forever."

"Got that right. Maybe a few hours a day will let me survive." She pauses for a long moment. "I don't know. I just don't know."

-

A search of eBay and Craigslist helps me find a quality ultra-lightweight wheelchair from someone about fifty miles away. I call and a woman answers, explains she has a new chair, and needs to sell the old one quickly. I look up reviews of the chair and call her back. We agree to meet.

"Grace?" the woman says as she rolls back from the open front door. Her short dress lies flat across the cushion as though her legs are completely gone. She is attractive, nothing special about her appearance. Curly brown hair hangs just past her shoulders, bright blue eyes, and a lack of makeup showing the natural beauty.

"Yes." My leg is still off from the morning and another five hours remain.

"I'm Nora. Another amputee, nice to meet you. Don't see many these days. They all wear prosthetics and pretend to be normal, making them somewhat invisible." She chuckles. "Nothing like.... Come in and I'll show you the chair."

She rolls quickly over the hardwood floors though a nicely laid out home. "Designed it myself. Live alone."

I follow, but at a slower pace, until we are in the garage. Parked in one bay is a van with an empty bay on the passenger side. "The ramp comes out on this side," she says stopping beside the titanium gray chair pictured in the ad. "Wheels pop off so you can get in and out of a regular car."

"How long?" I look towards her hips.

"'Bout a year. Not bad being this way. Plenty of leg room now." She laughs. "And you?"

"Not long enough," I whisper under my breath. "A few months. Some talk of the other leg."

"Give it a try. I liked this chair. It was used when I got it and just got a new one." She watches as I roll about the garage. "Will you mind not having legs?"

"No." The tires skid as I grab the rims tightly. "In some ways, it might be easier than only having one."

"I know." She continues to watch as I roll about, turn, stop, and generally just play.

"The single wheelie bar is sexy. Don't you think?" Most things are adjustable, even the camber of the wheels. Good if you want to play any sports, bad for getting though doors." She laughs.

I stop in front of her, a small distance away. "I'll take it." I give her a big grin.

"Both legs, huh?"

"Maybe."

"I had one leg for a while, a short stump." She watches for a reaction. "I went back and had it and the other leg off. Maybe I shouldn't have. I'm happy this way."

"You got to choose?"

"Does it sound crazy?"

"No, no, not at all. I just don't think I've heard anyone making it sound like something done by design." I snicker. "Sounds interesting."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh." I can tell we are dancing around the issue, afraid to say too much."

She adjusts herself on the cushion and I roll the chair in a tight circle stopping again in front of her.

"Love being in the chair," I say. "Of course I love walking on crutches." I giggle. "Too bad you can't just inject something and be missing a limb for a while." I giggle again, judging the reaction carefully.

"If you could, what would you do?"

"One leg for a while, then both, then have different length...."

"Stumps? I never thought I'd find another person with my feelings."

"You?"

"All my life. Not long ago, I ordered something to help."

"In a blue bottle?"

"How'd you know?"

"Oh my, I wasn't going to say anything. Just buy the chair and leave. I didn't expect to find a kindred soul." I chuckle.

"Let's go inside and talk."

She leads the way into the house and stops in front of the couch then transfers from the chair in a single graceful swing of her hips. I stay in the chair and kick my shoe off propping my barefoot on the edge of the coffee table.

"You're the first I've met," she says. "There's a group on the Internet for people like us, none from around here I don't think."

"There's me." I laugh. "Yeah, I found that group." I explain about my husband's death, the woman at the funeral, finding the pictures, and eventually finding the group. "Turns out, a good friend of mine is on that group. She isn't sure what to tell her husband. I never told mine."

"Maybe his death was a blessing." She covers her mouth with her hand. "Sorry, that was insensitive."

"No. They were five good years, but this, now this is what I've always wanted. Yes, his death opened the door for me in ways that would have probably never happened otherwise."

"I've dated a few men, a few women, but I doubt none would understand. Once I pointed out a woman missing a leg to one and the response was as I expected - utter disgust. Never said another word about it. Never saw them again either."

"Are you seeing anyone now?"

"Nah. Taking a break. Having too much fun."

"Is that 'permanent'?"

"Heavens no." She laughs and looks at the clock. "Got a few more hours."

I laugh. "Me too."

"You'll need hand-controls for your car." She writes on a scrap of paper. "They'll help you. Some places insist on a note from your doctor. Not them."

"Good." I put it in my purse. "Do you go out like this?" I wave my hand towards my lap.

"Yeah. Causes some confusion when one time I'm missing both legs and another just an arm." She laughs. "I don't care. It's more important that I enjoy myself that be concerned about other's reaction."

"Wow. What about friends?"

"Don't really have any, not anymore." She groans. "They didn't understand."

"Maybe we can be friends."

"I was thinking the same thing. I'd like that. Do you have a preference for what's missing?"

"Well ... it used to be most of one leg." I chuckle.

"Yeah, the blue stuff makes it easy to do whatever. I'm like that these days. I'm often like this." She waves her hand past her lap. "Whatever I do, I usually do it for twelve hours. I go though gallons of the stuff."

"I just received my first order this morning ... ten bottles."

"Hardly enough."

"Why isn't this discussed on that group?"

"Too expensive for most people. One or two bottles, sure. You know how it is, far too addictive for just a few bottles. At least for me it is." She wiggles slightly. "We should have dinner some night soon."

"Uh-huh. I didn't bring any 'stuff' with me, but I can come back."

"I've a few things I need to do tonight, but here's my e-mail address and you have my phone number."

"Tomorrow night?"

-

I'm standing on the other side of the counter from him, wearing jeans and a tee shirt with both legs and both arms intact. I had called on the way home from Nora's and they had time the next morning.

"Nora's a little strange," Jake mumbles as he fills out the work order for the hand-controls. "I have one set in stock. You're lucky. It can take a month to get more." He groans. "Give me a few hours."

"I'm going to the little mall down the street, here's my cell number." I write it on the form and sign it.

"Lovely lady, sorry you'll need this."

"It's okay. Long time coming I guess, but thanks."

"Most don't handle it so well. I'll call when it's ready."

It feels slightly odd to walk on both feet as I make my way several blocks to the outlet mall where busloads of old couples mill about in stores filled with things at 'bargain prices'. I join them, flipping though stacks of apparel and linens. After several stores, my feet grow sore and I stop at a coffee shop until the car is ready.

"Best to find an empty parking lot to practice," Jake explains as he shows me how to use the hand-controls. "Good you have some time before you lose your legs." I had told him that it would be happening in the future. "Remember, down to go, forward to stop."

-

"Got them," I tell Nora about the hand-controls as we go to my car, both of us missing only our left legs, wearing jeans and tee shirts. "Still getting the hang of it."

"Took me about a week to lose the reflex of using my feet and remember to use my hand." She laughs. "Even when my legs were gone, I'd wonder why I wasn't stopping until I'd remember to use my hand." She laughs again. "Now it's second nature, even when I have one or both legs."

The 'Ground Patty' isn't crowded as we follow the waitress to a booth. I sit across from her and Nora takes my hand in hers. "You make a good couple," the waitress says. I nod and we order two whiskeys then she leaves.

"So, we are a couple," Nora teases.

"I'm not complaining." I intertwine our fingers. "Been with a few women in my life."

"I had wondered."

The waitress puts the glasses down and we quickly skim the menu. "Two cheeseburgers, cheddar, cooked medium, fries, salad with blue cheese," Nora recites almost from memory then glances at me. "Right?" I nod and the waitress walks away.

We clink our glasses and sip. "Are we twins?" I quiz then take another sip.

"Like minds, they say."

She returns with the food and pushes the plates gently across the table. As she stands, she raps her left thigh with her knuckles making a sound as if she'd hit something hard. "Have to wear this stupid leg at work. Rather be like you and just use my crutches."

"I was lucky and didn't have enough stump." I chuckle.

"Cool. My boyfriend isn't too keen on me having one leg." She whispers, "Asshole."

Nora looks up at her. I do too, and find an attractive and slender woman in her late twenties, a few years younger than I am. "Dump him," Nora says.

"Thinking about that. Most people don't understand missing a leg isn't so bad." She chuckles. "Can be fun even."

"Got that right," I say. "Love being this way." It is too late, but I wonder if I should have said that.

"For sure," she says then walks away without a trace of a prosthetic gait.

"C-leg," Nora quietly says, referring to a computer controlled knee for improved walking ability.

"Not into that 'at all'."

"Me either. Good thing. Unless we'd make this permanent, it'd be hard to get something like that."

"Is everything okay?" she asks, her hands held behind her back. "If you need anything, let me know." She starts to walk away.

"Ah," I begin and she returns. "You said 'can be fun'." I pause and wait for a reaction and glace around to see who might be nearby. "Oh, never mind."

"No. You might understand." She leans close and whispers. "I went overseas and had it amputated. Something I wanted." She stands up. "I don't usually talk about it, just seemed like I should tell you." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Not tonight, but can we talk sometime?" I ask. "I think she and I have a lot in common with you."

"Sure." She pushes a business card across the table towards me and I write my contact information on a piece of paper. "Call me, we'll have fun."

She walks away and Nora takes my hand. "You're a good person."

-

I lean against the fender of my car as Nora walks around the front and stops in front of me. She leans closer and kisses my lips. "Thanks for a nice time." She kisses me again, her hands caressing my upper arms. "Want to come in?" She pecks another kiss. I pull her tight against me and bury my tongue deep in her mouth while groping a breast.

"Oh, yeah-h," she drawls as she pulls back just enough to run her tongue over her lower lip.

I follow her inside. There is no doubt about what we are about to do. Nearly two weeks since Jim suddenly died, two weeks and a day since I last had sex with another person. I'm so ready as we undress, letting clothing fall here and there on the floor by the bed.

We cuddle, holding each other as we kiss deeply, our hands slowly exploring with no rush to finish. Her fingers fill my opening, become soaked with my wetness. I hear it sloshing as her hand slaps between my thighs. I moan loudly and gasp, unable to control my excitement and begin to do the same for her. Our sounds become a chorus as we watch the other's face contort and mouth fall open.

Finished with welcome relief, I suck my fingers clean of her juices. "Hmmm, yummy," I coo as I take the last finger from my mouth and begin to kiss quickly down her front until I can lap between parted pink lips filling my mouth with more of the fragrant wetness.

"Love my pussy kissed," she moans, her hands playing on my head, as if guiding it, fingers toying with my hair, wrapping it around them. "Oh-h," the word said in low guttural tones lasting for long moments.

Her bud rolls between my lips as I place first one finger inside her pussy, then a second and a third until sufficiently filled. My hand slaps against the skin by my face as I pleasure the bud.

"Ah-h," she wails as her hips wiggle against the sheet, her crotch grinding against me, moving about as my mouth follows. Hand slaps through the draining wetness flowing towards the sheet filling the space with more of the scent. "Oh-h," she begins repeating in rapid-fire succession, the leg and stump spreading wider with each.

I look across her stomach through the cleavage to her closed eyes as he tugs a breast and teases the nipple. "Oh yeah-h, yeah-h," I hear as she quivers against my face. All too quickly, the climax begins to wane. I know it will return.

She cuddles in my arms, our lips smacking long deep kisses, the glow of the orgasm continuing to wash over her. "Can I keep you?" she quizzes. Her tongue explores for a while and I fondle her stump.

I enjoy the warm feel of her naked skin against mine, our nipples kissing as breasts bump together. "Only if I can do that?"

"What a sacrifice," she teases before kissing me again. "I'll do that to you, but...." There's another kiss. "Can I inject you in each limb? Just a few hours."

"You're turning me on, you know. I suppose I don't get to choose where on each one. Right?"

"My treat. I'll help you if you need to go to the bathroom."

"Baby-y, you say the nicest things." I snicker.

She fills the syringe three times, injecting the left arm above the elbow, the right a few inches above the wrist, and the remaining leg just above the knee. We wait and watch the new stumps appear leaving me without limbs.

"Hmmm." I rub my right arm stump over my face and kiss the end. "Wow, what a naughty girl, making me so helpless." I snicker. "Guess I can't resist your advances."

"Nope."

-

Joanne sits across from me at the patio table by the pool in my backyard. Her left arm is missing. I sit in the wheelchair with both legs mostly missing. Steam rises from the coffee cups in front of us as tears slowly form in her eyes.

"I tried to talk to him. Such a jerk, I don't know what I ever saw in him ... sex?"

I hold her hand and play with some of the fingers. "It's such a hard thing to talk about. Not like that many people feel like us."

"I know. I know." She shakes her head side-to-side a few times. "I asked him what he'd do if my arm had to be amputated and all he could do was curse and yell how'd he couldn't deal with something like that."

"What next?" I sip my coffee.

"Not like I don't have a job and money, you know. I'm not finically dependent on him, or he on me."

"If he wasn't in your life, would you...?"

"I'd at least buy more blue bottles." She laughs. "Lots of them." She laughs again. "Maybe, eventually, I would leave it off forever. I do love being this way."

"So, you're thinking about leaving him?"

"Yeah, I haven't told him. I called in sick today so I could sort through my feelings. Yeah, a divorce sounds like the right thing to do."

"There better men out there, some that would enjoy you parading around with one arm."

"I know." She takes a deep breath. "I've swapped a few messages with a man on that group, even talked to him on the phone. Yeah, I know about the dangers of Internet relationships, but I think we click in some ways."

"Are you going to meet him?"

"Someday. I need to resolve other things first. It'll get too sticky otherwise."

"Listen, thanks for hearing me ramble about this. You're the only one that understands."

"Glad to help." I squeeze her hand a few times then she stands.




Magic Potion: Grace



"I've talked to a divorce attorney. Guess I need to let her know my decision." She gives me a big smile and walks away.

I follow, watching the empty sleeve flop around with each jaunting step, each sway of her marvelous hips under the tissue thin skirt with shapely legs dangling beneath. Her high-heal shoes tap and click against the hard floor until she pauses at the front door.

"Love you," she coos, then she is gone.

I could make a pitch for her. After all, we've kissed all over each other's body and enjoyed that, even if Jim had been jacking off as he watched. Maybe the first few times it was more to please him, but then we both did it more for each other. She was older, but still lovely, still warmed my soul.

However, Nora does too, and that is the problem. Nora likes to play with the blue bottle and Joanne only wants to be missing her arm. I know she will make it stay that way very soon after the divorce is final. Nora is more like me - she likes to play at missing a limb or limbs. God, last night the way she randomly picked places to inject leaving me missing some of each one, that was more exciting that I could have imagined. Having her control how I will be, that is white hot.

My body still sizzles thinking about what Nora had done to me when the phone rings.

"It's Loran, from the restaurant last night."

"Yeah, I remember. How could I forget?" I chuckle."

"Such a tease. I like that. "Anyway, is that a chance we could meet and talk?"

-

"You've just got to tell me," she says as we leave the foyer and go into the great room. She is wearing a short dress and using forearm crutches, her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, her bare breasts under the thin fabric of the dress jostle with each step.

My legs still missing, as they had been when Joanne was here, I roll beside her in my wheelchair. "I'm impressed that you actually 'had' your leg amputated." We stop by the couch and I point suggesting she have a seat. I swing my hips and land on the cushion at the other end.

A blue bottle sits on the end table and she picks it up, idly turning it in her hand. "Pretty bottle." She holds it up the light for a moment then puts it back on the table.

"That's how I did 'this'."

"What?"

"The liquid in the bottle is a potion. Injected into a limb, it makes a stump form at that place. It lasts between two and twelve hours. More, it becomes permanent."

"You're teasing me."

"Honest. I don't know how or why, but I accidentally learned about this stuff when my husband died recently." I tell her about the woman from the funeral and how she'd given me the first bottle.

"You're friend, last night...."

"Nora. Yup, her too. I met her because she had a wheelchair for sale ... this one, actually." I pat the cushion in the wheelchair.

"Incredible. All these years and I've never known anyone that felt this way. Now, you and Nora."

"My marriage was good, sexually at least." I chuckle. "'Real' good. It lacked this one part and I didn't even know about his interest. I think he just like to look. Maybe he wanted to be missing something. I haven't found any indication of that. I've been looking through his papers as I clean out his home office."

"I'm just dating, nothing serious. Guys don't seem to want to be with a chick with one leg or they feel sorry for me and act like they're doing me a 'favor'." She looks around the room then at me. "Can I try your chair?"

"Sure."

She rolls around the room a few times. "That is 'so' cool." She stays seated as she stops in front of me. "Not like I haven't thought about missing both leg." She laughs.

"Come back sometime when I don't have both mine off and you can give it a try."

"I'd like that a lot." She pulls her dress up exposing the mid-thigh length stump then rubs the end a few times. "I'd wanted it off much higher, but I knew I would need a prosthetic leg for work." Her eyes look back up at and she smiles.

"I assume if you inject a stump, it will go away then return just like a full limb."

"We could try. Two hours? I don't have to be at work for four. I won't stay and tie up your day."

"No, I like the company. Like you said, not like there's anyone else to talk to about this." I chuckle. "Some unused syringes in the drawer of that table." I fill one and hand it back to her. "Straight into the thigh."

"Nice," she coos as she rubs her palm over the hip without any thigh. "It actually feels better. Sometimes my stump hurts in a big way. This doesn't seem to do that."

"I'd wondered about such things. It's so easy to inject and have a stump moments later...." I watch her rub the stump. "There're times I think about 'stump roulette'." I laugh.

"Have you done more than both legs?"

"Yeah, all combinations of one, two, three, or four limbs with various lengths of stump."

"Different lengths?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow. I often picture myself that way, having one leg stump longer than the other stump. Sometimes I'm missing one leg and one arm. My mind goes a little wild. Sounds like you do that too."

She stands and walks around the room using her crutches. "This feel so nice."

"I can give you the link where to order. Also, I found a group on the Internet with people that...."

"The pretender and wannabe group? Yeah, I belong to that. Haven't found anyone near by. Never heard anyone mention this stuff on that group."

"It's expensive. Other than that, I don't know why not. I sure don't plan to announce its existence. Sure would hate to have the authorities shut the place down."

"I need to find a job more conducive to missing both legs."

The phone rings, Nora. "Hey, got a moment? I was just sitting at my desk enjoying thoughts of last night."

"Yeah, that was mighty nice. Loren, the waitress, is here. She needs to find a better job so she doesn't have to wear that stupid prosthesis ... or could be without both legs."

"Really?"

"Yup. Sounds like us, huh? Any ideas?"

"What kind of work?"

I hand her the phone. "It's the woman I was with last night. She wants to know what kind of work your interested in."

"Hey, nice to hear you again," Loren says then offers suggestions for possible work. They talk for a moment and hang up.

"She said she'd call you this evening and she'd try to line something up for me. Thanks."

"Nice day. Want to go for a swim?"

"No swimsuit."

"It's secluded and we're both women." I chuckle then move to the wheelchair.

She follows me to the pool and undresses. "It's so nice out here, so glad we met."

I linger, undressing more slowly so I can watch her from the back, the way her firm hips accentuate the small waist, the crack a pleasant extension of her spine. The hip without a thigh is pleasing and I spend an extra moment fixated with it.

"You coming," she says just before diving into the water, leaving only a small ripple.

I lean down, realizing I've never gotten from the chair to the floor, then sit back up. I pull a chair close and lower myself between it and my wheelchair feeling a sense of success, but wondering if I can get back up. I ignore that for now and crawl the ten feet to the edge of the pool. She waves for me to come, her nipples resting just above the surface, the firm breasts held nicely by the crystal-clear water.

I thrust myself forward, sink, and the surface taking powerful strokes with my arms, the lack of legs more apparent than I had expected, even though I kick as though doing so will help.

My hand lightly rests on her shoulder to help me tread water in front of her and I feel her hands grip my waist. "I'll hold you," she whispers softly, her eyes looking like she might want more. A hand slides down my side and cups a buttock. Her wet skin rubs against me, our nipples saying hello, and I find our lips together.

"Hmmm," I hum as our lips part. I give her a big smile.

"Yeah, hmmm." She snickers. "Only been kissed by one woman, kind of like guys."

"I could help you learn to enjoy women." I chuckle.

-

Still missing both legs, I practice getting in and out of my wheelchair and the bathtub. It is obvious that my shower is useless for me without changes. In fact, other parts of my house will need changes, at least a ramp for the few steps at the front door. It is fortunate that the house is a single level. Even the door to the garage is smooth and level, unusual in most homes.

After many failures and falling hard a few times, I began to learn ways to move between the floor and the chair using a small plastic folding stool. Not as graceful as some videos where the woman simply hoists herself up in a single fluid motion, something I might still learn to do. I am about thirty pounds lighter without legs.

-

This morning, I wait until after my shower to inject both legs high on the thigh leaving me without stumps, just nice rounded hips like Nora's the day I met her. With nothing planned, I go for the full twelve hours. I lie on my back just before they disappear then feel everywhere afterwards. Some places need more feeling than others do. A few orgasms later, I can begin my morning.

This will be my longest time without legs, the other two times just for a few hours. I believe I am ready and know I am enjoying being this way nearly as much as with a single leg missing. The potion, at least the result, is becoming addictive and I know someday I will not be able to go a minute without missing something, even if it is not always the same thing.

I prepare a simple breakfast, English muffin with cream cheese, and coffee. The trail of spilled coffee reminds me of things to learn. The island has a portion lower than the rest, just about the correct height for me sitting, and I manage to move things there.

The morning is clear, warm, as I look out the French doors to the pool, and I decide to go for a drive. Since the installation of the hand-controls, I've been using them even when I have one or both feet and have begun to feel comfortable driving that way. It is apparent that life without legs is not simply twice as hard as with one.

Even my shortest skirt still has enough material to lie flat in front of me as I roll though the large indoor mall about thirty miles from home. I feel comfortable that I will not bump into anyone that knows me. I hope that is true. There is nothing in particular to look for, I just enjoy the way my chair glides smoothly between in frequent pushes against the rims. I am grateful for finding such a wonderful chair at a small fraction of the cost of a new one.

Through the aisle of a large clothing store I roll, dodging a few hangers that have fallen on the floor, until I find skirts my size. Hangers slip along the silver rod as I flip though the skirts.

"May I help you?" the petite Oriental woman on a single crutch asks.

As I look more closely, there is no right leg extending from the short skirt. "Just looking," I reply, finding the nametag with 'Kate' etched in the white plastic.

"So I noticed." She chuckles, referring to the way I had been staring. "Has it been long for you?" She looks towards the wheelchair.

"No, I'm still learning the tricks of doing things this way. I don't mind though." I again look over her lovely appearance. "How about for you?"

"Not nearly long enough." She heaves a huge sigh.

"Why?" My mind races with the obvious answer.

"Shouldn't have said it that way, it's far too complicated to explain."

I look around and we are alone. "I wanted to be this way, if that helps."

"Oh my, really? Do you know Loren?"

"Waitress with one leg?"

"Yes, her. She and I went overseas to have the surgery. Where'd you go? They won't do both legs, something I really want."

"Excuse me," a woman says. "Where is the lingerie section?"

She holds a finger up. "Wait, I'll be right back." She turns to the woman and says in a pleasing voice, "This way."

I watch her walk on the single crutch, the shapely leg moving gracefully with each step as though it were the most natural thing. Her whole body is lovely and her face even more so. The long black hair hangs just past her shoulders moving slightly as she walks. My heart pounds in ways it has not for years since my roommate at the university and I dated for a while. She and the clerk have similar appearances; only the clerk is more lovely and missing a leg, and wants to be missing both.

"Sorry," she whispers. "Listen, I have my lunch break in about fifteen minutes. Let's meet at the food court."

"No way I won't be there." I flash her a big smile and stroke her lower arm before squeezing her hand softly. "Fifteen minutes will be like a lifetime." I chuckle.

"An eternity. Yes."

I wait for her to be out of sight before I leave. Impatiently I roll past shops, looking at things in the windows and watching other people. None are as exciting as Kate is. My mind races with a million questions and she becomes all I can think of. I park just outside the food court and wait the last few minutes.

"That seemed like forever," she says as she stops in front of me.

"Love the way you use just one crutch. I practice, but am not even close to being that good."

"Takes a while to learn how to shift your weight. Believe me, I'd rather be learning how to do things in a chair." She laughs. "I don't have long. Let's get some food."

We sit at a small table away from others. She looks at me over the burger as she chews. "Practice?" she says, her mouth still chewing. "How without legs?"

"Oh, yeah. That slipped out." I chuckle. "Since you wanted to be that way, I'm sure you'll understand."

"Try me," She laughs.

"I happened to find, quite by accident, a substance that when injected makes the limb end in a stump."

"Really? A stump?" She puts the unfinished burger on the tray and pushes it away. "For how long?"

"Two hours to twelve ... or forever." I chuckle. "I've been going for twelve. It's great."

"They wouldn't do my leg at the hip. I have a short stump, maybe five or six inches. Could I get rid of that?"

"For sure. I happened to meet Loren. She came over yesterday and did that for a while."

"I haven't spoken with her since the trip. I'm not sure what happened. Maybe I shouldn't have made advances towards her." She takes a bite of a fry then sips her drink. "So close in bed one night I could smell her fresh skin. Like opium, I couldn't resist." She sips the drink again. "So nice to talk to you. I'd love to talk again."

"I would as well." I take in her beauty. "Couldn't resist kissing...." I whisper.

"That would be nice." She grins as she stands. "Tonight?"

I roll across the parking garage to my car while thinking about Kate. It seems Loren isn't into women and Nora is, but doesn't excite me as much. I don't know that much about Kate, maybe I won't like her once I get to know her. Maybe she doesn't like to try having different kinds of stumps. Besides, she already has one and will always have to be at least that way.

-

I wake from a nap in the shade by the pool, still naked, still without any legs or thighs. A warm breeze teases a breast and I take over, fondling with an occasional thump of a fingertip against the nipple. "Take that," I say aloud and I do it again as I snicker. Other places need attention and I knock off several quick orgasms watching the clouds pass overhead.

I check my watch, six hours to go. Kate promised to visit and we talked about having a pizza delivered. I roll over on my stomach and nap a while longer, my head resting on an arm.

-

"I almost came in my wheelchair," Kate says, walking with the single crutch.

"If I stay here, I have to do something about the steps. It's flush coming through the garage."

"Why wouldn't you stay here? It's lovely." She looks around then stares out the French doors. "And that pool is to die for."

"It's too big for me. It was Jim's house. Now that he's dead, well I probably will find something more accessible, more secluded."

"So you can run around naked." She laughs and moves behind me to rub my shoulders.

"Damn, that feels so good."

She kisses my head as her fingers knead for a moment before a hand slides towards a breast. "Sorry, if just feel a little randy around you." She snickers. "Don't get to be with many women these days." She pecks more kisses on my head as the hand roams over the breast.

"Must be my lack of legs." I laugh and lean my head back against her. "Very nice," I whisper as I help her hand. "We could get more comfortable."

"Could I get rid of my left arm for a while?"

"Sure. I didn't know if you ever thought about missing other limbs."

"All the time. If I'd known about your juice, I'd still have my leg and be playing all the time."

"Oh my, a woman after my heart."

"I hope so." She snickers. "I've been lusting all afternoon."

We sit on the bed and I explain how the potion works as I fill the syringe before handing it to her. She pulls her dress up exposing her stump. "See. Way too long." She leaves it exposed as she pushes the needle into the upper arm midway to the shoulder. "Like mainlining heroin." She laughs.

I lie down and she tugs at my skirt until it comes off. "No panties," she coos as she kisses my mound around to the slit. "You taste marvelous." Sounds of lips kissing and laps of tongue, waif over me while her lone hand fondles a hip.

"Ah-h," I moan loudly, grinding harshly against her mouth, searching for even better contact. "Baby-y."

Fingers replace tongue as she digs my clit from the hood. "Oh yeah," I begin repeating rapidly as she toys with it between her lips and teeth until the second and third climaxes wash away.

"Darlin', can I keep you?" she begs.

"Only if I can do that to you." I laugh.

-

I hear the deliveryman almost choke when Kate opens the door. Guess he isn't used to women with one leg and one arm using a single crutch. I laugh quietly as I roll closer to hand him the money.

"Both...." He stammers then takes the money and leaves, shaking his head all the way to the car.

"Poor man," she says, holding the box with the same hand controlling the crutch.

"You are amazing."

"Why, 'cause I can carry things and walk on one crutch?"

"Yeah-h. Well, I can think of a few other talents you have." I snicker and take the box from her, resting it on the cushion in front of my non-existent lap.

"By the pool?" she suggests, leading the way.

"No one can see us if you want...."

"Ah, the 'get naked' thing." She laughs then undresses. "What should I be missing next?"

I shrug my shoulders and take a piece of pizza.

"Could have a bowl of strips of paper with different limbs and amounts on them. 'Stump roulette'."

"Wow, we are so-o alike. I had the same idea a few days ago."

"Guess we're meant to be together. Darn."

"Does that mean you might like to spend the night?"

"I will, but I have to get up early enough to go home and change before work."

"That would be so great to have you here." I take a bite then frown. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Who'd have me like this?" She waves a hand across her body.

"Ha," I roar then hold my hand up. "Me, me." I giggle. "The woman that sold me this chair uses the potion. We had a good time, but...." I take another bite without finishing.

"We just met and might not be a good match." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah, I know. I often get carried away with my emotions. I was like that with Jim."

"Your husband."

"Dead husband." I groan. "With him, sex was wonderful. We even did threesomes with another woman. 'I' liked that. With him, I forgot how important my 'amputee thing' was to me."

"Don't have to worry about that with me."

"That'd be nice."

"Uh-huh. No reason to not see this woman."

"Nora? Really?"

"Goodness, no."

"I've met...." I count on my fingers. "Let's see, the woman at the funeral, Joanne, Nora, Loren, and now you. There's a group on the Internet."




Magic Potion: Lana



Early Tuesday evening, the setting sun shines though the window. Mike stares at the computer screen. A web page for a dating site lists several women and he reads the description for each, none of them his 'dream woman', none are missing a leg. Either leg would be fine, somewhere above the knee, maybe both.

Donna had been like that, one leg, after a car wreck years before he met her. The first month was better than he could have imagined, frequent sex, playing with her stump, her suggestively teasing him by wearing short skirts without panties. She was average looking; still the missing leg was enough to keep him interested even with the extensive scaring. At the end of the relationship, everything came crashing down around him and she told him he was to stay away.

He has always been in the hunt for someone like Donna, looking at each woman on sidewalks or at shopping malls to see if they might be a missing leg. He rarely sees anyone. If he does, they are with another man. A lucky man he often thinks to himself. If not with a man, they have other women with them, probably just friends, or they appear to be unapproachable.

His ad on the dating site is only a week old. There have been a few nibbles from women halfway around the world, too far away, too old, too wrong.

He understands the risks of Internet dating, that many are just boys in Nigeria working with a dozen others in a small cyber cafe, all posing as beautiful women using photos stolen from modeling sites to lure gullible me into part with their money, and all working for some mobster. He had been one of those men buying into words promising him heavenly nonstop sex. It had cost him a lot of money.

He keeps his email program running, automatically checking for new messages every five minutes. The messenger program is up and logged in just in case. A few IM's arrive from women hustling and wanting him to pay to see them on web cams.

An IM pops up and a ding rings though the room.

'LanaOneLeg: Mike, saw your ad. Maybe we should talk. Lana'

'MikeLovesU: Why?'

'LanaOneLeg: I'm an amputee.'

'MikeLovesU: Really?'

'LanaOneLeg: Left leg, short stump. I'm 28 and pretty.'

'MikeLovesU: Oh?'

'LanaOneLeg: If you're not interested....'

She logs out.

"Fuck!" he yells aloud. A quick search of the dating site yields no hits for such a user. A swelling in his underwear calls for attention. His hand slips under the waistband of his jeans and grips the shaft, stroking slowly as he clicks on other ads.

More IM's from web cam women scroll past on the messenger window. They are annoying but easily ignored. He opens pictures of amputee women to help maintain the level of excitement as he strokes without wanting to come just yet.

The e-mail program dings and he clicks on the new message.

'Mike, sorry you didn't seem interested. I really did like your ad and I really am who I said I was. Here is a picture of me. I'm around for a while. IM me if you want. Lana.'

"Nah-h," he groans, looking at the picture of a lovely woman with long brown hair sitting in a white bikini, the right leg slightly pulled up against her with her chin resting on the knee, the hands loosely gripping the ankle, the left leg ending in a short and nicely formed stump. "This can't be real." A fingertip rubs the picture over the stump as if trying to feel.

'MikeLovesU: How do I know this is really you?'

'LanaOneLeg: Trust me. :-)'

'MikeLovesU: Can't, been burned before.'

'LanaOneLeg: Me too, how do I know you are real?'

'MikeLovesU: Don't know. Guess we could assume we are both real.'

'LanaOneLeg: Good.'

'MikeLovesU: Where do you live?'

'LanaOneLeg: Rockland, and you?'

'MikeLovesU: Benton, a few miles from you.'

He reaches into his jeans and strokes a few times realizing if she is real, she lives near.

'LanaOneLeg: Let me call you. I want to hear your voice.'

Mike IM's his phone number and the cell phone rings thirty seconds later.

"Lana?"

"Hi Mike."

Her voice is sweet and the call is clear without static, unlike the one from the Nigerian person where he could hardly understand the person.

"I'm overwhelmed."

"Me too. I've not had much luck with the Internet dating thing."

"Wait just a second," he says, and then runs out the front door.

He takes a picture of himself holding the 'Benton Gazette' in front of his car with the license plate visible. As he walks back inside, he e-mails it to Lana.

"I just e-mailed you a picture of me. Hope it is enough to convince you I'm real and live in Benton."

"I see the newspaper in your hands. Not like the 'Benton Gazette' is as available as the 'New York Times'." She laughs.

"Yeah, not like everyone knows where Rockland and Benton are. So, when do we get to meet?"

"I fly out of town in the morning on a business trip. Just a few days."

"What do you do?"

"A human resources consultant, mostly with small companies that are trying to expand. And you?"

"Software engineer."

"A nerd?" she asks.

"Uh-huh. Hope you don't mind."

"Heavens no. I like the nerdy type. What are you after in a woman, other than a stump?" She laughs.

"I like what I saw in your picture. Are you really 'that' beautiful?"

"You flatter me." She pauses. "I like to think that I'm at least that pretty." She snickers. "You're not so bad either, hard to believe you're thirty-six. You look much younger. Can't wait to see you in person."

"You have me panting. When can we meet?"

"How about this weekend?"

"Three days of torment from now." He laughs. "Guess if we can't before then."

They arrange to meet at "Maxwell's Saloon' Friday after work then he closes the phone.

"Holy shit!" he groans, still looking at her picture. "Jackpot," he mumbles aloud."

-

Jean leans against Tom as he washes the dishes. She rubs against him, her bare breasts pressing into his back. Her lips peck his neck a few times before stepping back. He turns and dries his hands then holds her armless shoulders.

"Damn-n," he drawls. "You are full of surprises tonight."

"Well-l, Lana and I have this business trip tomorrow. I thought we might play around some." She snickers as she twists and turns, modeling her naked body for him. She nibbles her lower lip seductively then grins.

"You know how I love it when you don't have your arms."

"Getting low on the stuff in the blue bottle, but Lana and I have more on order."

Lana and Jean work together and found about the other's interest in pretending to be amputees recently. A photograph of Lana without a leg accidentally fell from her purse at work right in front of Jean. She had found the potion in the blue bottle a month before.

After the incident with the photograph and Lana telling her about the blue bottle, Jean quickly started using the potion, though only around Tom at home. She had known of his fascination with women missing arms since soon after they married the year before. As they discussed his 'secret', she gradually explained hers. While Lana's use of the potion seems limited to the left leg high on the thigh, Jean is willing to be missing anything. She prefers to be missing one leg like Lana.

"Can't run out of that." His hand roams between her thighs as they spread a little. A finger digs deep quickly becoming coated with her nectar.

"Maybe I could talk you into eating my pussy," she whispers.

"You think?" he teases before pulling his finger away and sucking the digit clean.

She turns and thrusts her hips towards him with a small shake. "See ya in bed, big boy."

-

Wednesday morning, Lana and Jean walk along the concourse of the airport towards the gate for the flight. Each carries a small canvas overnight bag and a purse hangs from the shoulder. Each wear business dresses just covering the knees, white blouses, and moderately high heal shoes.

"Had some luck on the dating web site last night," Lana says as they move out of the crowd on the moving sidewalk.

"Will you tell him about the blue stuff?"

"He's looking for someone missing a leg. I sent him the picture of me in the white bikini."

"I love that one. I'd date you if I got it in my e-mail." Jean laughs.

"Yeah, I hate having both legs after being that way."

"Last night, I had both arms off for a few hours. Tom sure gets aroused when I'm that way." She giggles. They walk in silence for a while. "If we can't get more?"

"That's exactly why I keep a full bottle in reserve."

"Yeah, then what?"

"I'd leave my leg off permanently, a short stump like in that picture."

"Good plan." Jean looks around then whispers, "I'd do a leg like that."

"I'm having dinner with this new guy, Mike, Friday night. I'm going without my leg, of course." She chuckles.

"Are you going to sleep with him?"

"God, I hope so. I'm so-o horny. I'll use enough to keep the leg off for twelve hours."

"Hope he's understanding about how you just pretend."

"If not, then I'll keep looking."

"Yeah."

-

Mike drops his briefcase beside his desk and plops in the chair. He swivels back and forth a few times before logging onto his computer while ignoring the pile of pink phone messages pilled in the center of the desk.

"Hey buddy," Joe says, strolling into the office.

"Hey man. Already swamped and I just got here." Mike holds the pile of messages up.

"Any luck on the dating front?"

Mike nods and Joe pushes the door closed.

"Really? Some Nigerian kid?" Joe groans.

"No, no, I actually talked to her on the phone after she e-mailed me a smokin' hot picture."

"Show me," he begs, his tongue hanging past his lips.

"Don't know if that's a good idea."

"Hey, I'm the only one in the whole frigin town that shares your interests."

"Emily would cut your balls off if she knew. I'm saving your life by not showing you the picture."

"What, you're never going to introduce me to this mystery woman or come over to my house with her?"

"I haven't seen her yet. At least let me do that first."

"Oh man, you 'are' killing me." Joe rubs his hand over his crotch twice. "All those videos and pictures I've shared with you don't count for anything?"

Mike and Joe have shared banter and amputee videos and pictures for several years. Joe had met Donna and been quite jealous.

Mike leans down and almost touches the briefcase then sits back up. "Give me till Monday. If she's real, then I'll show you the picture."

"Fuck you," Joe complains half teasingly under his breath.

"Don't be mad. She's probably not real."

"Just the thought...." Joe quickly looks around then whispers, "Ah, you know."

"I could tease Emily about getting rid of a leg. She'd either divorce you or confess her lifelong desire to be that way."

They both laugh heartily. "I knew her three months before we married and that was three months ago. You'd think I'd know after six months if she wanted to be that way."

"She doesn't know about your fantasies and she's known you just as long."

"Good point."

-

Joe kisses Emily warmly as the front door clicks shut. The kiss lingers and he rubs her hip, lightly grinding against her.

She breaks free and rests a hand against her waist. "Whoa, you must have had a great day."

He smiles and looks at her. She's pretty with curves in all the right places, his age, and wearing a tight fitting sleeveless tee shirt revealing an interesting amount of cleavage. The designer jeans hug her and the bare feet have toenails freshly painted red.

"Can't I just be happy to see the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"Well, at least the most beautiful in this house." She giggles then kisses him deeply, but not for long. Her hand rubs his pants. "Hmmm, is that from looking at me?"

"Sure."

"Well, then maybe later we find a use for that monster. Got any ideas?"

She looks seductively at him then wanders back to the kitchen. He pictures her with one leg, maybe the left, ending not far past the hip, and her walking on bright red forearm crutches to match the toenail polish on the remaining five toes.

"Change, dinners almost ready."

"Sure you don't want to help me," he teases, playfully swatting her hip.

"Maybe for dessert."

"I'm holding you to that."

Neatly laid on each plate on the dinning room table are hamburgers and fries. The lights are off and two candles provide the only illumination.

"What's the occasion?" he quizzes as he settles into the chair.

"None other than having the most wonderful husband I'd do 'anything' for."

"Anything?"

"Especially that," she coos. "You know how turned on I get to suck that big ole cock of yours." She snickers.

"Maybe we can munch on each other at the same time tonight."

"Good thing I don't have any panties on, otherwise they'd be getting soaked about now."

"Should have had smaller burgers so we could finish faster." He laughs.

"Eat up then."

-

Lana and Jean stroll from the car rental counter to the door of the terminal. A woman walks quickly towards them on crutches. They both pause and watch the way her single foot swings smartly between the crutches on each step.

"Lucky bitch," Lana groans, almost under her breath.

"Yeah, makes me want to...."

"Got that right."

The woman vanishes from view in the crowd and they continue towards the parking lot.

"What's his name?" Jean asks.

"Mike. He lives over in Benton. A little older, but not that much."

"Wow, not halfway around the world like some of the men that write you."

"Refreshing." They take a few more steps. "And very handsome. Had to pleasure myself for nearly an hour to calm down." She laughs then unlocks the car door.

-

"Ah," Emily moans repeatedly around his erection as he strokes three fingers deep inside while lapping his tongue over her begging clit.

He pauses just long enough to offer, "Delicious pussy."

"Great cock," she mumbles with just the head in her mouth then resumes for a long moment, her hand stroking the shaft gently, not wanting him to come for a while longer.

Her climax makes it difficult to continue sucking him. "I'll finish you in a moment. Ah-h, ah...." She thrusts hard against him, grinding and wriggling in uncontrolled way, her leg resting over his shoulder. "Ah," she groans a last time and the orgasm wanes slowly.

She pulls his face towards her then continues stroking him with her hand, still not wanting him to come just yet. The kiss deepens and her tongue explores his mouth.

"You're such a good fuck," he teases.

"Just for you. Anything you want."

He rolls her onto her back and quickly enters her, his balls slapping her asshole as he goes as far as possible. He pulls a leg up, the knee pressing against her chest, the foot over his back so he can enjoy the sensation her leg is complete gone as he begins pounding with long deliberate strokes.

"Honey, fuck me good-d," she drawls slowly.

He caresses the imagined stump feeing the shaft coated with her nectar sliding past his hand.

"That feels nice, playing with my hip like that."

"Oh yeah-h."

"Almost like I didn't have that leg."

He explodes in a massive release of cum and his head presses against her shoulder, the strokes continuing until there is no more.

"Darlin', that was very hot. We'll have to do that again sometime."

The erection remains and he pumps for a while, thinking about what just happened and what she said. She'd never met Donna and definitely didn't understand how the idea of someone like her excited him.

-

Tom injects his upper left arm and withdraws the syringe. A few minutes later, his arm is a stump ending where the injection occurred. He rubs the end of the stump for a while then paces around the living room. He pauses in front of a tall mirror and flips the stump about watching the reflection with a mixture of pleasure and excitement.

"Jean can't have 'all' the fun," he says aloud to no one then laughs.

-

Mike sits at his laptop staring at Lana's picture. His pants are unzipped and his hand stroking the erection. The messenger program dings and he checks the window.

'LanaOneLeg: Just thinking about you, alone in my hotel room, wondering if you were looking at my picture.'

'MikeLovesU: Actually, yes. :-)'

'LanaOneLeg: I'm looking at yours.'

'MikeLovesU: Glad to hear.'

'LanaOneLeg: Yeah. Don't want to scare you off.'

'MikeLovesU: You won't. Not a chance.'

'LanaOneLeg: I don't have anything on.'

'MikeLovesU: Wish I could see. What are you doing?'

'LanaOneLeg: Touching myself.'

'MikeLovesU: Where?'

There is a long pause with no messages.

'MikeLovesU: Did you faint?'

'LanaOneLeg: No.'

'MikeLovesU: Come? :-)'

'LanaOneLeg: Okay, you caught me. I'm close to finishing. Tell me where you'd like to touch.'

'MikeLovesU: Stump.'

'LanaOneLeg: Oh, I hope so. Where else?'

'MikeLovesU: Between your thighs.'

'LanaOneLeg: Dirty man. Tell me what you call that place.'

'MikeLovesU: Pussy.'

'LanaOneLeg: That word makes me wet-t.'

'MikeLovesU: Maybe I could kiss it.'

'LanaOneLeg: I might have to fly home right away. :-)'

'MikeLovesU: I can't wait to meet you.'

'LanaOneLeg: I was just lonely and wanted to IM with you for a moment.'

'MikeLovesU: Thanks.'

'LanaOneLeg: Think of me while you sleep. Goodnight.'

The next thing Mike sees is the logoff message and he sighs deeply.

-

Thursday morning, Joe is out of breath as he closes Mike's office door, walks towards an empty chair, then sits.

"What?" Mike quizzes, turning his office chair around to face him.

"Last night, it was almost like she was reading my mind."

"Emily? You know women can be quite good at reading a man's mind." Mike laughs.

"Yeah. I often wonder how transparent my thoughts are. Anyway, we were doing the nasty with one of her legs draped over my shoulder. The hip felt like a stump. I was rubbing away and she actually mentioned it felt like her leg wasn't there. I came so hard she suggested whatever caused that, maybe we could do it again."

"Who knows what is going on, probably not what your hoping." Mike chuckles.

"That'd be too much to ask. Did you hear from the babe?"

"Actually, yeah. We IM'd for a while, not long."

"And? Come on, spill the beans."

"We just talked about how nice it'll be to meet."

"Did she talk dirty to you? I be she did."

"What goes on in your head?" Mike chuckles.

"I just picture some drop dead gorgeous woman with one leg hot after your body."

"In our dreams. Only in our dreams."

"Probably."

"Emily's great looking. If you get tired of her, I'll bang her."

"Hey, she's my wife."

"Well, you're already ready to screw a woman I only have a picture of."

"Yeah...." Joe shakes his head and leaves.

-

Lana finishes breakfast and meets Jean in the hotel lobby.

"You sure look chipper," Jean says as they walk into the bright sunlight. "Did you talk to Mr. Stud?"

"We IM'd for a few minutes." Lana flashes a big smile as she unlocks the car door.

"Well. Well. Tell me."

The seat belts click into place and the engine starts.

"Can't I keep anything to myself?"

"No, honey. No you can't." Jean laughs. "Did you talk dirty to each other?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, you did." Jean giggles. "Did both of you get off?"

"Uh-huh." Lana grins big.

"Way to go."

"Did you talk to Tom?"

"For a few minutes. He was still raving about me not having arms the other night. I don't like it, rather be missing just one leg."

"No IM'ing?"

"Well, a little, not with him. I have a woman I chat with some. We don't know 'real identities'. At least I think it is a woman. She says her name is Penny." Jean giggles.

"Ever talk on the phone, trade pictures?"

Jean shakes her head and glances longingly at Lana.

-

Emily is in the kitchen when Joe comes home. She continues stirring something in a pot and he slips his hands around her waist and kisses her on the neck. She leans her head back and rubs her face against his.




Magic Potion: Lana



"Missed you," she whispers.

His hands slide up and cup her breasts, rolling them around her chest a few times.

"Maybe dinner will be quick tonight," he whispers in her ear.

"Hmmm, what then?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe more great sex like last night."

"That was especially good, wasn't it?"

"All I could think about today." He chuckles and feels her rubbing her hips against him. "Keep that up and dinner will burn in hell while I drag you to the bedroom."

"Oh Joe, you say the nicest things."

He pecks some kisses along her neck and gropes the front of her jeans.

"Baby-y, what's gotten into you?"

He fondles again then steps away.

"Just feeling frisky."

"Maybe you'll rub my hip 'that way' again." She snickers. "It sure turned you on. Wow!"

You have nice hips." He considers the next words carefully. "Last night I liked the way it curved from the back to the front without anything in the way. Strangely nice."

"Like if my leg wasn't there?"

"Yeah, like that."

"I once knew a girl missing a leg like that."

"You never mentioned her."

"Guess I'd forgotten about Kim." Emily covers the pot, turns to face him, and pulls her foot behind her hip balancing on one leg. "She showed me what it looked like. It was just like you described." She lowers the foot.

"Did you touch it?"

"Uh-huh. Nice and soft, smooth. She didn't seem to mind having one leg." Emily rubs her chin a few times as if remembering something. "Some guy in high school was all ga-ga over her, I think because she had one leg."

"Did they get married?"

"Uh-huh." She pulls her foot back up and hops a few steps to where he stands then drops the foot and kisses him. "Would you still love me if I had one leg?" Her hand rubs over his trousers feeling him growing more erect by the moment. "Guess that answers that question." She chuckles.

"Maybe I just love you."

"Be honest." She steps back slightly and looks into his eyes. "I have a feeling you'd be thrilled."

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

"Kinky," she mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Would you like me to pretend to have one leg?" She flashes a big grin.

"Seriously?"

She moves closer and rubs her whole body against him as her arms wrap around his neck and her lips rub across his. "Darling, I didn't know my old man had such a secret waiting to be discovered." She pecks at his lips and rubs her chest against his. "My, oh my. We'll have fun playing 'this' game."

"Are you wanting to do this to please, or is it something you're interested in?"

"Yeah," she answers without being specific.

"Tease." He laughs. "So, if you lost a leg, it wouldn't bother you?"

"Hell no." She jams a hand against her waist and thrusts her hips to the side then smirks. "Knowing you'd dig it, well that'd just be icing on the cake." She stands up straight. "Not like a surgeon's going to whack a healthy leg off."

When Joe returns from changing his clothes, the table is set with two bowls of soup. He sits and looks longingly at Emily then blows her a kiss before sipping a spoonful. She glances at him and nibbles her lower lip suggestively for a long moment.

"How long have you felt that way?" she asks.

"Most of my life."

"What happened?"

"I have no idea. I remember a woman at church one of the few times my parents went, not like they were church people." He laughs. "She had one leg and used crutches the few times I saw her. I guess she always did. I never learned what happened, but I was very curious."

"It's okay. Some are into big boobs, my Joe is into women missing a leg. My, oh my." She sips from the spoon. "Your secret is safe with me. Don't worry."

"It's actually a relief to have you know."

"I don't mind." She sips several spoonfuls while watching him. "Have you ever dated anyone like that?"

"No. Before I met you, Mike did."

"Ah, another 'pervert'." She laughs. "Just pulling your leg." She laughs again.

"If you were that way, we could say 'pulling your stump'." He laughs.

"Bet you enjoyed seeing her."

"Yeah, but she wasn't nearly as pretty as you. He's trying to find another woman like that."

"Oh? A dating site for amputees?"

"Uh-huh, arms, legs, men, and women. He may have found one. Has a date this Friday."

"Good for him. I can't wait to double date with them."

"Why?"

"Maybe I'll be turned on knowing you're turned on by her."

"Yeah, learn how to walk on one leg. That's what you want to do."

"Oh, I already know. When I hung around Kim, I'd play one legged with her crutches. I'd stuff my folded leg inside my jean pants leg. I got good at it."

"Ho boy. You're getting me 'very' hard."

"I know and I plan to make it difficult for you to lose your erection." She snickers.

-

Mike sits at his desk at home reading a book. The messenger program is running and a window open just in case Lana might IM tonight. A slide show of pictures of amputee women dances across the monitor and he glances at them every few paragraphs. A welcome ding and text appears in the messenger window.

'LanaOneLeg: Are you there?'

'MikeLovesU: Yes, I was hoping you'd have time tonight.'

'LanaOneLeg: Our little chat last night was a big help. Thanks.'

'MikeLovesU: Glad to be of service, too bad we don't have web cams.'

'LanaOneLeg: Tomorrow night we'll be able to see each other in person.'

'MikeLovesU: I can't wait. You're all I think about.'

'LanaOneLeg: Yes, to be honest, I've been thinking about you often. I sometimes let my emotions race too far ahead.'

'MikeLovesU: I'm guilty of that.'

'LanaOneLeg: Good.'

'MikeLovesU: Sounds serious.'

There is a pause before Lana's message appears.

'LanaOneLeg: I'm afraid to be too honest, but I would like to have someone in my life. So far, I like what you tell me.'

'MikeLovesU: Oh, oh. My heart just leapt from my chest. :-)'

'LanaOneLeg: You're very sweet.'

'MikeLovesU: How's the hornyness?'

'LanaOneLeg: Chronic. Any suggestions?'

'MikeLovesU: Hmmm, we might have to get naked tomorrow night.'

'LanaOneLeg: And then what do you suggest?'

'MikeLovesU: I could lick you though a few orgasms.'

'LanaOneLeg: Oh, would you, please?'

'MikeLovesU: Do you like to be sucked?'

'LanaOneLeg: More than most any other kind of sex.'

'MikeLovesU: I'm your man.'

'LanaOneLeg: WOW!'

'MikeLovesU: I could meet you earlier. :-)'

'LanaOneLeg: Sorry, my flight doesn't get in until just before we meet. Listen, I need to pleasure myself and get some sleep.'

'MikeLovesU: Okay. Think of me.'

'LanaOneLeg: Honey, I will. You think of me. Goodnight.'

Her logoff message appears.

-

Friday evening after dinner, Joe sits on the couch watching TV and skimming a magazine. Emily finishes putting the dishes into the dishwasher and quietly walks down the hall to the bedroom. She returns walking on crutches wearing a knee length skirt. Her left leg appears to be missing, the right foot bare. Stopping in front of him, she clears her throat to get his attention.

"Sorry it's not very convincing looking, but...." She pulls the hem of the skirt up enough to reveal the folded knee.

He reaches out and pulls the knee towards him kissing it all over the rounded part. His hand slides up the inside of the thigh and fingers her wetness.

"Hmmm, hope you like the illusion."

"Takes my breath away."

"I got them on the way home and played some before you got here."

"I like you this way."

"Me too. It's Friday night, we don't have to get up early." She snickers then crutches around the living room.

"Such a turn on."

"Anything for my baby, besides it thrills me to know you like me this way."

"You don't mind?"

"No, should I?" She stops halfway across the room and faces him.

"I was afraid you'd think it was disgusting."

"Hardly. I, ah...." She stammers for a moment as she pulls the skirt up and stares down at the simulated stump and single foot below. "Knowing Kim...." She drops the skirt and paces about for a moment then stops. "Kim didn't want to be missing her leg, but I sometimes found myself wondering what it'd be like. I never thought it'd be bad."

"Did you ever tell her?"

"Uh-huh. She thought it was interesting I had those thoughts."

"You walk very nicely with crutches."

"It's been a while, but it all came back quickly. I never could keep my leg up for long, maybe half an hour. Once I snuck out alone at night and walked along a deserted street past shop windows. It was thrilling to see the one-legged person reflected in the darkened windows and know it was me."

"Did you ever talk to anyone about this?"

"No way. When I met you, I assumed that part of me was over and I just accepted that."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too, but when you were playing with my hip the other night, well, it brought back such memories I took a chance."

-

Lana empties her bag, put things in the dresser and the dirty clothes hamper. She opens the package and counts the blue bottles to make sure all twenty arrived along with a hundred syringes then puts them in the drawer with the remaining three bottles. Sitting undressed in the chair, she injects her left thigh with enough to last twelve hours. Going several days without an injection is difficult and now the desperation to not have the leg is intense.

The warm, almost hot, shower water refreshes as it cascades over her body and drains in an interesting pattern off the end of the short stump of her thigh. She is curious how Mike will react to her appearance and if she will be willing to be sexual with him on the first date. In the few months since she discovered the blue bottles, she has not had a date where she was missing the leg.

"Got the new supply of blue bottles," she tells Jean with the phone pressed tightly to her head.

"Twenty more?"

"Yup. That's quite the stash." She chuckles. "I'll bring you some on Monday, unless you need more sooner."

"No, that's fine. I have my left leg off, nice and close to the hip. Just getting out of the shower so I can be all ready for Tom to get home."

"I'm seeing Mike soon, for the first time. I'm wearing that slinky black number."

"You'll need an ambulance standing by." Jean laughs. "Call me this weekend and let me know how it goes. Unless you stay in bed the whole weekend."

"I need to.... Uh, the twelve hour thing."

"Yeah, probably not good to tell him too much right away."

-

Tom embraces Jean tightly; the kiss is passionate and long. Her crutches clatter to the floor, his arms supporting her. The swelling in his trouser is obvious and she grinds against it.

"Did you miss me?" she teases, her hand groping his crotch.

"Big time."

He supports her hips as she wraps the only leg around his waist. "If they were both gone...."

"Hmmm, I might have to rip your clothes off and take you in the middle of the living room."

"Such an animal." She growls deeply.

"I used a little of the blue stuff while you were gone."

"First time?"

"Uh-huh. I liked it. Just an arm."

"God-d, I'd love us to go around that way together."

"Would you?"

Without answering, she kneels in front of him unzipping his trousers and pulling then down. She moans as the waistband of the boxers is down enough to reveal the first few inches of the erection. She pecks kisses over the swollen head of the shaft then takes it in her mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckles, and runs his fingers through her hair as her head begins to bob, her lips eagerly sliding along the shaft.

-

Lana recognizes Mike standing near the door of 'Maxwell's Saloon' as she is halfway across the parking lot. She flashes him a huge grin and walks faster. She wears a short black dress that nicely shows off her shape. The hem hangs just below the short stump, the long slender bare right leg made more shapely by the moderately high healed pump. The black forearm crutches with gray cuffs around her arms match the dress. She has similar crutches in other colors plus aluminum underarm crutches.

"Wow!" Mike exclaims. "I've died and gone to heaven." He steps closer and gives her a gentle hug and a peck on the lips.

"Thought tonight would never come," Lana says.

"Well, here we are." He waves a hand in the direction of the door. "Shall we?"

"I'm thirsty 'and' famished."

The dimly lit upscale eating and drinking establishment is crowded. They follow the hostess to a booth along one wall. She unfolds the menus and places one in front of each then leaves.

Lana reaches across and holds Mike's hand, gently rubbing her thumb over it. "Wow." She grins. "I was expecting a handsome man, but...." She smiles.

"I'm still struggling to find words to adequately describe how beautiful I think you are."

A female server takes their drink orders and leaves.

"A nerd, huh? And after an amputee woman."

"I confess, yes I am."

She continues to hold his hand. "I think that's great. Not all amputees find it flattering. I do."

He sighs deeply. "Music to my ears."

"Are you into any specific kind of amputee?"

"Legs, usually just the left. Both legs could be interesting."

"Good thing I had the left one off tonight." She laughs. "Any preference for stump length?"

"Short. I'm not into prosthetics, just crutches." He takes a long look at her face. "You don't mind talking about this?"

"Maybe I'm a bit of a devotee myself." She snickers. "Have you known any other amputees?"

"I dated a woman with one leg. It didn't work. We were too different."

The waitress puts each glass of whiskey in front of them and opens her pad. They order and she leaves.

"Was it because of trauma?" Lana asks.

"Car wreck. The stump was badly scared and she had some on other parts of her body. You?"

"If we could wait. I promise to tell you. For now, lets just say it is a very pretty stump."

"I can't wait to see it." He grins.

She looks around to see how close others are. She looks back at him then wags a finger and pulls at his hand, sliding closer to the wall. He sits and watches her pull the hem of the skirt up enough to expose the short bluntly shaped stump. She moves it side to side a few times.

"Touch it if you want," she whispers."

She snickers knowing there is no question he wants to.

"My, that is spectacular."

Mike's hand feels around the stump and squeezes the fleshy end. She continues to look for anyone coming close enough to see what is happening. He lets his fingers roam up the inside of the stump and finds only bare wet skin without any hair. His eyes catch hers as if asking permission. Her smile answers and he drags a fingertip though the slit and catches the clit briefly.

"Maybe we need to wait," she suggests with her lips against his ear. "At least until we leave here." She giggles.

He sucks his finger clean. "Delicious." Then moves back to the other bench across the table. "I know what I want for dessert." He grins.

"I hope so."

The food arrives and he orders another round of drinks.

"What are you looking for in the dating world?" she asks as she cuts the steak and takes the first bite.

"I think I've already found it." He chuckles.

"Short or long term?"

"Forever, if there's such a thing. I want someone that has some of the same interests; that I can share my feelings with that person. Especially my feelings about amputees."

She finishes chewing the bite of food and leans across the table showing more cleavage than expected. "Do you like sex?"

"More than most women are interested in having."

"Have you 'been' with many women?"

"A handful. I'm not into conquest." He chuckles. "One woman would be enough." He studies her face for a moment. "You must have guys lined up around the block. Such beauty...."

"When I had both legs, there were always guys interested. I just wasn't interested in any of them. Now...."

"No one?"

"The few men I had sex with before were frankly, immature and had no clue how to please a woman." She pauses and looks. "I liked what you said in one of the IM sessions. Then, what you did with your fingertip, licking it." She grins.

"Hmmm."

She leans forward, whispering. "There's so much more than intercourse. That should be for later. Hours later." She sits back up and grins.

"I agree totally. The whole oral thing is at the top of my favorites." He watches her nod. "Of 'all' the women I've been with, only one let me and she didn't seem to enjoy it."

"Fool."

"Really?"

Leaning forward, she takes his hand and whispers. "Mike, if all we have between us is an interest in stumps and lots of oral sex, we might just have the start of something good."

-

Jean fills the syringe with enough for three hours, the minimum amount of time. She smiles at Tom and rubs a spot at the top of his upper left arm with a fingertip then pushes the needle straight in.

"Honey, I had no idea," she says.

"I've been 'content' just to have you missing limbs. Hell, that's been so-o good. I was curious what it would be like. It was more fun that I expected."

She leans down and kisses the end of the newly formed stump using a hand to move it around. Her lips never move far from the stump as she continues to liberally apply kisses. The other hand begins stroking his shaft slowly, fingers playing with the large head.

"Lana just got more of the stuff," she mumbles along the end of the stump, the stroking quicker for a moment.

"Nice you two found each other."

"Yeah. She's out on a first date tonight. Some guy named Mike she found on a dating site."

"He knows she uses the blue stuff?"

"No. He thinks she's a real amputee." She giggles. "That could be interesting. I'd like to be a fly on the wall." She laughs.

"Maybe we could have them over, once he knows about the potion."

"She's quite a beautiful woman."

"Not as lovely as you."

"If you're blind, maybe." She sucks the head a few times.

"Honey, will you remove both my arms?" He asks.

-

Lana locks the front door as she watches Mike with a smile on her face. "That was some kiss back in the parking lot," she says, taking a step closer.

"Your lips just begged for mine." He chuckles and touches her upper arm, lightly drawing her closer.

Their lips weld tight and tongues wildly explore as every molecule of space between them vanishes. His hand fondles a hip and she grinds against him. She feels slimmer than other women he has held do and it feels good.

I don't usually just jump in bed, but...." She snickers. "We don't 'have' to."

"Oh, I think we must."

He follows her down the hallway to the large bedroom suite with a sitting area and large bathroom. A neatly made king size bed fills some of the space. She balances on the one foot and lets the dress slide along her body until it piles around the ankle. She wears nothing else and he takes in the wonderful curves.

"Wow," he mumbles, beginning to unfasten his trousers.

She hops from the dress and with a few more, she stops close. Her fingertip drags down the column of buttons on his shirt.

"Let me help," she whispers sensually.

"Never say no to a naked women with one leg," he teases, reaching out to cup a breast and play with the nipple. "So many nice parts to play with."

"I can be your playground if you'll be mine."

His pants and boxers fall slowly along his legs and the erection sticks straight out.

"Well, hello," she coos, wrapping her fingers around the warm shaft. "I must have bought the 'E Ticket'." She laughs and lightly strokes.

He stares between her thighs. "I like the baldness."

"Yes, I see you keep yours tidy."

She swing the short stump up slightly and he takes it in one hand, fondling the soft fleshy end for a long moment before dragging a finger deep though her slit then shoving the digit deep.

"Oh, baby," she moans. "My leg is going to give out if you do that."

"Guess we need to lie down then." He holds the finger under his nose and inhales deeply. "Oh yeah, I need a big helping of that."




Magic Potion: Lana



She scoots to the center of the bed and lies back with leg and stump spread wide. With two fingers, she parts the lips showing him all the pinkness inside.

"There's no rush," she offers, watching his face move closer as she leans on one elbow.

His wide tongue laps and digs deep shoveling nectar into his mouth. A thumb teases the bud from the hood and circles it, sometimes toying.

Her head rocks back and eyes close. She moans loudly as he nibbles along one lip and down the other several times before shoving the tongue deep between them. Her moans continue, varying in volume and frequency. Obviously, she is enjoying what his is doing. His hand cups the stump and moves it about, enjoying the lightness.

"Ah-h," she gasps loudly as he sucks the bud between his lips. He continues and she gasps again. "You're going to make me come," she mumbles. He does not stop, but takes a moment to glance along her stomach to see she is pulling a one breast and flicking the nipple. She roars in a long deep tone, thrusting her crotch hard against his mouth. The stump moves wildly about, soon her hips begin bouncing against the bed. "It's...," she screams, unable to finish all the words. He adds several fingers inside, pumping furiously. Her hips bounce and the stump flails for a while then she falls limp.

"Where have you been all my life?" she begs as he kisses between her thighs for a while longer.

"Waiting to find you, I guess." Mike continues to look across her stomach though the valley of cleavage at her grinning face. Her leg moves and the foot falls across his back, thigh, and stump pressing against his face.

"You're my prisoner." She shakes his head with the grip.

"Yes, master. I'll do your bidding."

"Do I get to suck that fine cock? Seems only fair after you got to suck my pussy." She chuckles and begins twisting around so her mouth is moving closer.

-

Emily has both feet pulled under her hips as she lies on her back. Joe makes long deliberate strokes, almost pulling out each time.

"Whew, will it never get soft?" she jokes, spreading her folded legs wider.

"Just be thankful you aren't really an amputee." He laughs as he continues to stare down at her face from outstretched arms.

"I'm starting to realize that." She smiles up at him. "I do love pretending for you."

"Yes. I love you so much. I always have, but now.... Well...."

"I'm sorry to say, I'm getting a little sore. Can I finish you some other way?"

"By hand is nice. By mouth is too. By hand sounds better right now." He makes a few last strokes then sits so she can reach his shaft with a hand.

"Do you think Mike has her in bed yet?" Emily quizzes, her hand sliding along the shaft thickly coated with her juices.

"Sounds like they had some heated IM sessions. I bet they are naked and going to town."

"If I became an amputee, what would you like me to be missing?" She leans down and gives the head a few sucks then continues stroking with the hand.

"Fantasy, right?" He pauses and there is only a smile returned. "Probably any part of a leg.... Or legs, hopefully above the knee."

"Or legs?"

"Sure." He shrugs his shoulders.

"No, it's okay. I just didn't know you liked the legless look." She chuckles. "No legs, hmmm," she mumbles.

"Really?"

"I'd try missing anything if it wasn't forever." She laughs then sucks the head a few times.

"All of both arms and both legs?"

"Just a torso, for you darling."

A fountain of cum shoots towards the ceiling and she pumps until there is no more.

"I'd be a limbless torso for a while if you'd take care of me." She sucks his shaft clean then licks her hand clean.

-

Tom strokes his shaft long, deep, and slowly as he watches the expression on Jean's face. She whispers something and smiles while rubbing his face with a fingertip.

"What?"

"Could we do your other arm? I want to feel you fuck me without your arms."

"How will I go to the bathroom?"

"I'll help. You're so good to me," she coos as she drives the needle straight into the remaining upper arm. He waves the stumps around a few times as he enjoys the feeling.

"Oh my," she moans. "That 'is so' sexy." She lies back and extends both hands towards him. "Lie on top of me."

He lies atop her, unable to do more that let his full weight press down on her.

"That's it," she encourages and his hips move up and down as he drives the shaft repeatedly into her. Her lone foot lies against his back.

"No so bad," he mumbles.

-

It is about midnight. Mike and Lana sit at the kitchen table drinking a beer and holding hands. She mostly smiles at him and squeezes his hand.

"I didn't expect to meet such a wonderful man."

"You're making me blush. I'm so overwhelmed with you, I don't quite know how to think about it."

"I need to talk to you about something, about me." She pauses and has a pained expression over her face. "Like I said, I didn't expect this, so I wasn't going to bring it up."

"It's okay."

"I hope so." She squeezes then pats his hand. "I want us to grow together. I think you might too."

"For sure. Want to run off and get married?" He smiles, but is halfway serious.

"After a few hours and Olympic quality sex, maybe." She laughs. "You asked about my leg at dinner and I put you off. Ah.... This is hard to explain."

"However or why it happened, I'll understand."

"Have you ever known anyone that 'wanted' to be an amputee?"

"I've read about people like that."

"Well.... This is so hard. I'm that way."

"But you had your amputation."

"Not really." She holds a hand up. "Hear me out." She sighs. "I found a 'potion' that when injected, leaves a stump. A fine stump, as you well know. It only lasts for up to twelve hours." She holds the hand up again. "It can be made permanent, and I plan on doing that some day in the future."

They look at each other in puzzled silence for a long moment.

"How often do you do this?"

"Most nights and all weekend, so far. After twelve hours, I simply inject again. I've only been using this for a while, maybe a month or two. I find it very addicting. I crave the lack of my leg. I know I will leave it off eventually."

"Just a leg?"

"Well, the stuff will do any limb and any place on the limb. Above the knee, below, and same for arms, even several limbs. Not even the same each time. I mean, I could do an arm now and a leg another time, or while one limb is gone, inject another limb to get another stump."

She sighs deeply. "Crazy, I know. I need you to understand."

"This is so cool."

"Really?"

"Yeah, as long as you can get this stuff, you can be any amputee." He rubs his chin. "I could be too. We do this together."

"You'd want...."

"Its not like I haven't thought about such things before." He chuckles. "I knew the other night I wanted you in my life. Before this little chat, I was sold on you, great sex, what can I say. Now, wow.... Now I really, really, want you."

"After a few hours?"

"Like I said, beauty like I've never been around, a fantastic stump, and the sweetest tasting pussy...." He chuckles. "'And' great sex."

"Yup, it was pretty fantastic."

"Can you do less than twelve hours?"

"Three is the smallest dose and twelve the longest. Enough for twenty-four makes it permanent." She glances at the clock. "I have about six more hours on this injection."

"Do you go out of the house without your leg?"

"All the time, but not close to home. I'm working up to that." She laughs. "One of these days, I'll make up some excuse why my leg must be amputated and I'll leave it off for good."

"No one else knows?" he quizzes.

"Just Jean. We work together. One day that picture of me in the white bikini I sent you, well a copy fell out of my purse. Jean picked it up."

"Was she 'shocked'?"

"At first. It turned out she likes to pretend, no particular limb, just as the mood strikes. I told her about the potion. I'd just found it myself. Now we order a bunch and share." She gazes into his eyes for a moment. "You'd like her, her husband too."

"I take it he knows about her pretending."

"Yup. We were on the same business trip this week. Just before the trip, she had both arms off at the shoulder. I understand he is quite partial to her without arms."

"A guy I work with, Joe, he and I talk about amputees. He has been a great source of pictures and videos of amputees for me." Mike chuckles. "Joe's married, but Emily doesn't know about his 'thing'."

"We all have such dark secrets about this kind of stuff."

He finishes his beer and holds the bottle up towards her. "Want another?"

"Nah, I want to go back to bed with you. Geez, I've never enjoyed being this close to anyone, ever."

-

Jean injects both Tom's legs. Both arms remain gone. He lies on his back and she straddles him letting his renewed erection slip inside her cum filled opening.

"I love you," she coos as she begins riding along the shaft making long slow movements. "This is a particularly arousing night for me."

He wipes beads of sweat from his face with one arm stump and smiles up at her. "Hmmm, this does open a new chapter."

"We could get a wheelchair, pop off all your limbs, and I could take care of you for a few hours once in a while." She snickers.

"We could take turns."

"Yes we could. Oh, honey...." She leans down and kisses him deeply while he strokes her face with the arm stump.

-

Half of Mike's lower right leg is missing as Lana nibbles towards the knee after kissing everywhere on the end of the stump. She reaches higher and finds his erection then begins stroking him slowly.

"Never would have known how great this is without you," he tells her. He flexes the knee and watches the stump move about then points it straight up as her lips consume the head of his cock.

Her hand rubs along the shaft as she removes her mouth for a moment. "Let's go for a short drive late in the morning. Find a place to have brunch. I'll go without my leg and you can go like this. I have some extra crutches."

"Maybe I could go without any of my leg, like you."

-

The town of Mannford is about twenty-five miles north, a pleasant town with a main street lined with antique and craft stores. The brunch had hit the spot leaving their stomachs full. They said little only holding hands across the table. Just being close spoke volumes. It had been a long time since either had the kind of companionship that did not require non-stop chatter about what was often not worthy of talk.

Saturday morning, Lana and Mike walk along the sidewalk, each without a leg, his the right, hers the left, as they had been since leaving her house. People pause to look, seeing one amputee is rare, but a couple is worthy of a gander. They steel glances at the other, often with a satisfied smile. Using crutches means not being able to hold hands as they walk, but that seems okay. They share something no one need know about and that means more than holding hands, at least for now.

Lana's cell phone rings and she hoists it from her purse, and presses it to her ear.

"Hello, Jean?" Lana asks.

"Is he with you?"

"Yes, right here. We just had brunch in Mannford and now we're out for a stroll."

"Did you tell him about...?"

"Yes. He's okay with it." Lana looks at him listening and blows him a kiss. "I want you to meet him soon. He's so wonderful."

"Did you get naked?"

"All night and some this morning." Lana smiles at him and moves her hand up and down like a guy jerking off. "He's 'really' good."

"Don't let him go then."

"Not to fear. I'll tell you more Monday." She glances at him. "I have a feeling we'll be together the rest of the weekend." He nods several times. "Gotta go. Bye."

The phone clicks shut and she drops it in her purse. "Jean, the woman that shares the potion."

"Armless lady?"

"Uh-huh. How are you doing on one leg?"

"Foot's getting a little sore, but other than that, fine."

"Careful, you'll get used to being that way."

"Would that be so bad?"

"Not to me." She chuckles then gives him a lingering kiss for a moment.

-

Monday morning, Joe watches the hallway past his office waiting for Mike. A phone call distracts him long enough that Mike makes it past the door but not all the way into his own office before Joe closes the door.

"Was she real?" Joe begs as the door to Mike's office closes and he sits in one of the guest chairs.

Mike teasingly nods with a big smile covering his face. "Oh, yeah-h."

"Then show me the picture. No holding out." Joe laughs but is also serious as he leans forward sitting on the edge of the chair.

Mike swivels his chair back and forth, as he looks at him. "How was your weekend?"

"Great, it was great. The picture...."

"Spent the whole weekend with her, until this morning." He hands him the picture of Lana in the white bikini.

Joe grabs it and looks. His jaw drops and his mouth gapes open in amazement. "You're kidding me, right?" He waves the picture about in excitement. "Don't kid around."

"No, really, that's Lana."

"The whole weekend?"

"Yeah, from Friday about six until just a few hours ago. I think she's the one for me."

"After one weekend?"

"Shit man, after three hours, I was hooked. She's fantastic in and out of bed."

"Did you tell her about how you love amputees? Huh? Remember how Donna wasn't too happy about that."

"Oh yeah. I mentioned you and Emily, how we are great friends. She suggested we all meet soon."

Joe's tongue is almost hanging out and Mike chuckles as he takes the picture back to put it into the briefcase.

"Yeah, Emily," Joe sheepishly remarks.

"Did you play with her hip again?" Mike snickers. "I bet she's a closet wannabe." He laughs.

Mike's boss knocks on the door to tell him there is a meeting he needs to attend. Mike leaves Joe sitting in the chair and follows George.

-

Lana and Jean settle into the booth at the restaurant for lunch. Jean had waited there for her to get out of a meeting that prevented them from discussing the weekend.

"He's the one," Lana anxiously tells her with a big grin plastered over her face.

"Yeah, but does he feel that way?"

"Uh-huh. Probably even more than I do, if that's possible. Once he teased, we should just run off and get married. We didn't...."

"And he didn't mind that you use the blue stuff, that's fantastic."

Lana hands her a paper bag with several bottles and syringes. "Almost forgot, thanks for mentioning that."

"Getting low, Tom started using the stuff. It got pretty crazy in bed." She snickers.

"What'd he have off?"

"At different times...." She pauses to give the waitress the order. "Once, everything." She grins and nods as if it were something very exciting.

"Guess I need to place another order. Glad money isn't much of a problem." She chuckles.

"What, did Mike use any?"

Lana grins in silence for a long moment. "When we were in Mannford, he was on one leg. Says he has thought about it before. I'd say he's thought about it a lot."

"How do you feel about being with a guy with one leg?"

"I'd be very happy if he was that way."

"Oh, I hope this works for you two."

"We were together all weekend until this morning. He's coming over after work."

-

Lana hears Mike's car pull into the driveway. She leans the crutches against the wall near the front door and balances on one foot wearing nothing in excited anticipation of him coming inside.

"Whoa" he exclaims. "I'd look forward to coming home every night if you were waiting like that."

He scoops her into his arms and kisses her deeply as they waltz in a small circle, her pressed tightly against him. Her hand worms inside the trousers and grips his erection.

"Lookie what I found," she teases, still holding it. "Let's go do something with this bad boy."

She grabs the crutches and walks quickly towards the bedroom. He chases her eagerly, watching the back of her perfect body and wonderful hips with the short stump on the left side.

He undresses as she fondles between her thighs knowing such touching only fans the flames for him.

"I'm famished," she groans. "I want a quickie then lets go eat."

He slides his face between her thighs, hands holding her hips pulling them closer, and begins to laps deeply. She wriggles her hips and grinds against his mouth.

"This is all I thought about today," she says. He says nothing and continues taking long passes with his tongue though ever growing wetness. "My pussy needs you almost as much as I do." She snickers.

-

Jean wears a short skirt and a tight fitting sleeveless tee shirt, her left leg off low enough it shows a little below the hem. She finishes cooking dinner, moving about on the single barefoot.

"Hey babe," Tom coos as he snuggles up behind her with his hand resting over her stomach. "Love never knowing what you'll be missing." He kisses along her neck and she grinds her hips against him while she puts the burgers onto the patties.

"Love you," she whispers then takes the plates one at a time to the table. "Hurry and change."

When he returns, he his left arm ends just above the elbow.

"Are you trying to arouse me?" she teases.

"That was wicked nice having you inject me last night."

"Uh-huh-h," she drawls. "We need to conserve those bottles."

"I know. I just like getting limbless with you. How did Lana's date go?"

"Better than I expected. You know how those dating sites can be."

"Yeah. So how did he take to her pretending?"

"She wasn't going to tell him. But it was quickly evident that they were getting along and about midnight she told him so he could stay the rest of the night."

"Wow."

"Yeah, they were together the whole weekend, nonstop. They are seeing each other tonight too."

"Think it'll last?"

"She hopes so. Sounds like he does too."

"Good for her. Now that she has a guy in her life, do I get to meet her?"

"Maybe," she coyly replies. "Will you go 'missing something' when we do?" She laughs.

"Maybe," he says, mocking her. "Does he pretend?"

"She wouldn't tell me."

-

Mike returns from the bathroom and watches Lana finish dressing in white slacks with the left pants leg trimmed and sewn shut, and a black tee shirt with no bra. The nipples nicely tent the fabric as she tucks the shirt into the waistband.

"Would you like me to go on one leg? We could go to some out of the way place."

"Oh, sweetheart. Would you like that?"

Still barefoot, she hops a few steps, her breasts moving nicely under the shirt with each one, until she is close to him. Her hand rubs his chest as she leans closer to kiss him fully on the lips.

"I thought a lot about our trip to Mannford. Like I said then, I've considered what it'd be like to be missing a leg...." He steps back and holds her shoulders as he looks at her. "You are so beautiful, and wonderfully nice to me." He shakes his head. "I so lucky."

"Uh-huh," she whispers while nodding.

"Yeah, I enjoyed my time without my leg. Being with you made it enjoyable."

"If we were together all the time, you...." She pauses then moves to the chair to put a shoe with a moderate heal on.

He sits on the bed and fills the syringe as she had shown him then injects at the top of the left thigh. The aluminum underarm crutches still lean against the wall close by from his use before. He crutches to the dresser where a few of his clothes are and finds clean underwear, jeans, and polo shirt.

She watches him fold the empty pants leg around the legless hip then stuff over the waistband.

"Looks like you've done it before," she teases.

"You're a good teacher." He ties the running shoe then stands. "How do I look?"

"Good enough to eat."

"Later, I'm getting hungry."

The four crutches rattle together on the floor behind the front seat as Mike drives to the 'Ranch Hand', a small steakhouse ten miles southwest of Lana's house.




Magic Potion: Roseville



It wasn't the first visit to Aunt Sandra's home; Jean's family often spent long weekends there. This visit would bring change, though Jean would not understand the full impact for another twenty years.

Unlike the other cousins, aunts, and uncles, Sandra had never married. Jean had never seen her with a man either. That first afternoon alone, it was a topic of conversation and Sandra explained she preferred to be with other women, though there was no one in her life now.

Jean explored the farmhouse. On the wall in Sandra's bedroom was a large, framed, tasteful black and white photograph of a nude lounging on a strange looking couch, a Victorian fainting couch she called it. The woman was missing most of both legs.

"A friend," she told her, standing close behind, so close Jean could feel Sandra's breath blow warmly over her neck.

"Her legs...."

"Yes. Isn't she lovely?"

"Ah...."

Jean had seen few nude pictures, never of a woman missing both legs and what it looked like where the leg used to be. She was surprised that it was not ugly or more scared.

"What happened?"

Sandra's hand rested lightly on her shoulder. "She wanted to be that way."

Those words, so casually said, stayed with Jean, always at the forefront of her thoughts. She had never learned more about the woman in the photograph. Sandra had been older and passed away from an inoperable cancer not long after the visit. The topic was too personal to discuss with anyone - in or out of her family. So, all she could do was wonder. That is, until she found a copy of 'Tales of Change'.

-

Roseville is a large university town, not like Chicago or New York, but large enough to provide anonymity if desired and to meet other like-minded people. It is progressive and liberal with a seemingly large gay and lesbian community, even a few transgendered people, mostly men now women. For the first time, Jean feels comfortable with her sexuality. There have even been a few relationships with other women, plus many short lust filled encounters.

Just past thirty now, the image of the woman in the photograph still holds a powerful grip over Jean, one that often grips even tighter at the worst possible moment. Usually resulting in a nasty argument with her current girlfriend then a hasty split. Never overtly because of the subject, nothing said like she wants to be legless, but under it all that is the problem.

After the last breakup, Jean swore to herself that she would take time to explore her feelings. A used lightweight titanium wheelchair, hand controls for her car, and evenings rolling around an office park away from town help more than she thought possible. They are also frustrating because it only to serves to remind her how impossible it is to be such a woman - without legs, without any thigh extending from her hip.

Shops owned by gay and lesbians line several blocks of Tenth Avenue near the university. 'Told Again' is a used bookshop between a clothing store and a cafe, each owned by lesbian women. Jean spends time in each, almost like an extension of her home. The bookstore has comfortable chairs to sit in and read. Women frequenting the store are friendly and she has met, even dated a few.

She usually spends an early lunch hour on Wednesdays reading then eating next door. One Saturday morning after stopping at the clothing store, she visits the bookshop to see what is new. A book lying crooked on the shelf of the lesbian romance section catches her attention. When she picks it up, she finds on the cover a picture of a lovely amputee woman missing a leg leaning sensually on her crutches. The rush she feels is overwhelming and she staggers to a chair nearby with the book dangling from her fingers. A customer inquires if she's okay and she waves the woman off as her breathing begins to return to normal.

She crosses her legs, letting the sandal fall off the foot swinging casually back and forth. The short skirt rides a little higher up her slim thigh as she adjusts her position and flips though the book. It is a series of short stories and she begins reading one.

'I had become addicted to the potion, its effects the elixir for my need to be missing my left leg. Every morning I would wake and inject my thigh, then wait a few moments until the short rounded stump appeared. For the next twelve hours, I would be in heaven walking about on my crutches, my single foot swinging gloriously between the large rubber tips. I knew I could leave it off forever, but the sting of the needle had become a part of my life.'

"Wow," she mumbles quietly. There is a note scribbled at the edge of the page with a link to a web page. She hurriedly reads more.

'Julie rolls back from the bathroom and crawls next to me and fondling my breasts, her hips often without legs as they are now, rub against me increasing my heart rate substantially.'

Jean rests the book in her lap and looks around feeling as though everyone knows what she is reading. The three women in the other chairs have their eyes buried in their own books, not seeming to know the world exists around them. Jean looks at the cover of each and finds only pictures of women kissing women. She looks towards the cashier, an older woman she has not seen before sitting on a tall stool staring off into some personal fantasy.

"How much?" Jean asks, laying the book down on the counter near the cash register.

"Four-fifty," the woman replies. Her fingers caress the cover, as if feeling the stump. There is a gentle sigh and she lets go.

"Have you read it?" Jean asks.

Jean takes her eyes from the woman's butch features with short gray hair, and looks around behind the counter noticing a pair of crutches, long aluminum crutches that people with broken legs or sprained ankles often use. The woman still sits on the stool and it is not obvious if they are her crutches or why she might need them if they are.

"Yes," the woman simply replies. After a long moment, "Have you read any of it?"

"A few pages, just now."

"And?"

"I wish it wasn't fiction."

The woman looks around and finds no one waiting or near. "If it wasn't?"

"I'd buy some."

The woman takes the five ones and puts them the cash register, returning the change. She offers a warm smile. "Can I buy you some coffee?"

Jean nods as she puts the book into her purse. The woman leans down and picks up the crutches. For the first time, she realizes the woman is missing her left leg. The left pants leg of the man's khaki trousers wraps neatly around a hip appears to have no leg to get in the way. A man's denim work shirt with the top two buttons unfastened reveals nothing. A white running shoe is on the single foot.

"Connie!" she calls. "I'm taking a break. Cover the front, please."

"I'm Judy," she offers as the door closes behind them. Jean introduces herself and holds the door to the coffee shop for her.

"I don't find many interested in that book, but when I do I like to talk to them. Hope you don't mind."

"No-o," Jean drawls.

Jean carries the two coffees to a table by the window in the corner then sits across from her. The crutches lean against the wall.

"Hmmm, they have the best coffee." Judy sips again.

"I haven't noticed you before. I'm sure I would have." She chuckles.

"I never work the mornings, more of a night person. Sara was sick today."

"Oh, lucky me."

"So, you found the book interesting."

"Uh-huh. I guess I'm a little surprised an amputee would like the topic, you know, wanting to be an amputee." Jean chuckles nervously.

"Is that wrong?" Judy sips again.

"Well...."

"Yeah, I know. So many people feel their life is over when that happens. You said you wished the book wasn't fiction."

"I've always felt I should be missing my leg, or both legs actually."

Jean tells the story of her Aunt Sandra for the first time to anyone. Judy hangs on every detail, nodding often.

"That could have been my life story," she says when Jean finishes. "Then I stumbled upon that book, that wonderful book. It saved my life."

"Is it non-fiction?"

"I know it sounds like fiction, the author probably didn't want to be too forward and open. Most wouldn't appreciate the potion in the blue bottle. Not like you and me."

"Then is the web link written on one of the pages real?"

"Yes. I write it in each copy I put out. Not that I sell many copies, but maybe one a month go out the door."

"All women?"

"In our store, usually." She smiles. "I don't know what the interest is in the straight world, but I've asked some of my gay guy friends and they know a number of other men that are interested."

"Until now, I thought Sandra was the only one that had 'any' interest like this. I never knew if she wanted to be like the woman in the photograph, but she definitely found her erotic."

-

There is no way for Jim to miss the group of women amputees milling about in front of Sadie's Campground, more of a motel of cabins than a place to put a tent, as the jeep passes along the gravel road. Maybe he notices nothing else about them, but that there are women missing legs defiantly does not escape his attention. If there had not been three other guys in the jeep, he would have braked hard and checked out what was happening.

John rattles on about the fish he caught and Bob passes around a marijuana joint. Jim waves it off, wanting to stay straight enough to drive another two hours home. Mike sits in the front seat sipping a beer while John continues bragging for half the trip.

Growing up, Jim had known a boy with one leg. He'd had cancer, thought it was under control, and then died suddenly when it returned. He'd shown him his stump; even let him touch it all too briefly. The whole experience had colored his feelings greatly, and for reasons he still does not understand, left him with a great desire to be missing a leg.

He had fallen deeply in love with Joanne in college. Knowing there was little chance he'd lose a leg, or meet another amputee, he gave in and married her after graduation. A woman missing a leg started working in his office. Sue was married, but that did not stop him from lusting after her. His desire to be missing a leg grabbed him hard, shook him, and didn't let go.

Joanne could not help but notice changes in his behavior and begged him to explain what was going on. When he told her everything - the childhood amputee, the amputee woman, his need to be that way - she moved out. The brief affair with the woman was enough to convince him the next woman would have to be an amputee. Being with an amputee might help sooth the need to be one. He wisely never told Sue about his desire to be like her.

"You're quiet," Mike says to Jim.

Jim glances at Mike then ahead. "I'm just having great thoughts about the fishing trip." He works with Mike, his closest friend in the group.

"Yeah, we've got to do this again."

"I can't wait." All Jim wants to do is make a hard u-turn and drive back.

It is only three when he finishes the quick shower and hastily backs the jeep out the driveway. He remembers little about the trip, only that he is turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

"Anything for the night?" he asks the woman behind the counter.

"Have a special group until tomorrow and everything is taken."

"Shit," he mumbles.

"Sorry.

He leans against the fender of the jeep hoping to see one of the amputees. He had tried to get information about the 'special group', but it seemed she sensed his interest.

"Hi," a woman's voice says.

He can only see her above the shoulders, but she is lovely and about his age. He watches her move until she comes from behind a car parked several places from his. She wears jeans, the right pants leg trimmed and sewn shut closer to the hip than the knee. A duffle bag hangs from her shoulder and swings a bit as she moves on her crutches.

"Need some help?"

"Sure. You here with the rest?"

"I wish."

"Huh?"

She stops in front of him and he takes the bag. They both obviously give each other a through look. She's a little shorter, slender, curly brown hair, blue eyes, and nibbling her lower lip suggestively as she continues to look at his features.

"Never mind. I'm Jim."

"Lori, nice to meet you." She extends a hand with nice fingers and holds his hand longer than necessary.

"You handle those crutches quite well, has it been very long?"

"Not long enough." She groans and gives the trimmed pants leg a light brushing. "At last it's gone."

"Huh?"

"Hmmm, a moment ago you said something about wishing to be with the 'group'."

"Yup."

"Maybe you don't know what this group is about. We all 'wanted' to be missing an arm or leg. Sorry, I thought you knew."

"Yeah, ah, me too, me too." The excitement is intense and he doesn't know what he is saying, the words just spill out without thought. "God-d, Lori, this is fantastic. Can we talk? I want to know more, I want to know you. Are you seeing anyone? Can we go out?"

She pats his chest and rubs her hand over it. "Slow down, I'm not going to vanish like an unfinished wet dream." She chuckles. She steps away and leans against the fender next to him. Her stump raises and lowers a few times and he watches it more than any other part of her.

"I like it too," she finally says. "No I'm not seeing anyone, but I'd like to be. Not that many men want to be with someone missing a leg. Those that do rarely understand a need to be this way."

"Heavens, I do. Goddamn, do I ever. All my life...."

"We seem to at least have that in common." She chuckles, crossing a hand casually over her stomach.

"How many are here?"

"Four, maybe five. I don't know any of them. Sadie was kind enough to let us have this gathering."

"Everyone 'wanted' to be an amputee...men and women?"

"Uh-huh. Too bad you have to be an amputee to come."

"Come, I'm about to just looking at you."

She laughs. "You're pretty hot yourself. Listen, I live in Roseville. It's nearby." She pulls a card from her hip pocket and hands it to him. "Call me. I'd love to get together."

He looks at the card, twisting it between his fingers then shoves it in his pocket. "I live there, on Ridgemont."

"How'd we miss each other? I live on Oakhurst, not far."

They look longingly at each other; her hand takes his. Soon the warm breath washes over his face and her lips press against his.

"Lori!" a woman calls, interrupting the kiss that threatens to become a short trip to the backseat. "Call me, please." She grabs the bag and hurries toward the woman wearing a knee-length denim skirt with one arm missing.

The drive home is on a cloud of fantasy.

-

Judy welcomes Lori and introduces her to the others. Mark and Dave are older and together for five years, both missing a leg. Susan is missing an arm, Janet both legs. Lori looks around the group, all but Janet sitting in large overstuffed chairs near the stone fireplace in the great room.

"All from the potion?" Lori asks as she settles in the last empty chair. Her crutches clatter to the floor.

They each tell a story to similar to hers of a significant encounter with an amputee during childhood, most brief, one lasting a few years, none sexual in any way though. They explain where they live, what they do for work. They all live within a few hundred miles. Only Judy lives in Roseville. She has known about the potion the longest, just over a year. Most found the book recently.

Lori studies Judy's appearance, stereotypical dyke, wondering whom she might know in Roseville. She has never known a lesbian or gay person, but she has thought about a woman's lips against her body. Characters in books that are lesbians have appealed to some primal urges, but she has never opted to explore. She gives Janet a long study next and tries to picture both of them in bed, her mind instead filling with thoughts of Jim.

"In the book," Janet suddenly begins. "Some keep the limb off forever, others a few hours."

"Me, forever," Mark says.

"I like missing different limbs, so I don't know if I will do that," Susan says.

"I have my left leg off permanently at the hip," Janet says, shifting on the cushion of the wheelchair. "The right one I usually have off, but I do love to walk on crutches."

All her life, Lori had felt alone with her feelings. Now she looks around and realizes she isn't as crazy as she thought. Warmth floods her. Flushed and excited, she wishes her lips were still against Jim's mouth.

"Others gay?" Mark asks.

Judy and Susan reply yes, Janet offers she is bi-sexual. Lori sheepishly says she has only been with men.

"Nothing like a hard cock," Mark teases, patting Dave on the thigh.

That prompts a discussion of sexual things for a while. Janet explains she has not been in a relationship since finding the book and potion. Judy has, Mark and Dave knew each other before finding the book but did know of the other's interest, and Susan knows of a few women in other countries. Lori briefly mentions a man she recently met without mentioning Jim's name or where he lives.

After a leisurely dinner and several bottles of wine, they meet by the pool. Stumps are nicely visible along with varying body shapes and sizes. Lori eagerly takes each in, feeling again the rush from being around others like her. Janet scoots on her bottom towards the edge of the pool using her hands. Her breasts threaten to fall from the skimpy top and the equally skimpy bottom pulls away as she moves. Almost everything is hanging out by the time she stops.

"Take it off," Susan encourages, unfastening her top. She is in her early twenties with wonderful breasts and delicious nipples. Her arm is off near the shoulder. Before it had been a longer stump, but she needed to inject again and has more off now.

Dave teasingly tugs at Marks trunks. His erection spills past the waistband. "More," Janet begs. Soon Dave's trunks join the growing piles of swimwear.

Lori feels her heat rise as the trunks come off. That they are gay does not matter, his cock is still lovely. "When in Rome...." she says, pulling at her bikini bottom, adding it to her top on the towel.

-

Alone at home, Jean reads more of the book, her mind in overdrive at the thoughts Judy had left with her. The loneliness of her feelings now washed away and the first order of potion placed that will not arrive for an eternity, she flips the page.

'My girlfriend injects my other thigh. Soon neither obstructs access to my pussy. She playfully pushes me backwards and I fall onto my back. I feel her lack of legs against me and the orgasm washes over me.'

She considers finding a woman that shares her interests, sexually and stump wise. It is something she has not allowed herself to think about, now it is everything.

The wheelchair has become dusty from lack of use for nearly a month. She sits beside it and lovingly wipes each part until it shines. It was a luxury she could not afford, but needed. The frustration of still having both legs made it difficult to enjoy.

Tonight for the first time in a month, she ventures out once again. The darkened office windows like mirrors offering tantalizing reflections of a woman in a wheelchair. She parks occasionally and stares, hoping no one is sitting at a desk on the other side wondering what is happening. She rolls up ramps, down slopes, and along smooth level sidewalks testing her desires. She rolls for hours, her hands become dirty, and her forearms covered in black soot as she pushes and stops.

-

The day crawls like sap in winter. All Jim thinks about is Lori and finding a way to be like her. There is no doubt he would if he could. He'd take a few weeks off to 'recover'. He'd tell others there was not an option, the infection had been sudden, and the amputation needed to save his life. Maybe he'd be away on vacation, a foreign country where such things happened with out the necessary medicine to prevent the need for such a radical surgery.




Magic Potion: Roseville



"Jim," Bob says again, unable to get his attention.

"Huh?" He jolts upright in his chair and looks around, trying to not look like he'd been in a major daydream.

"Buddy, we're going out for a drink, want to join us?"

He stares at his watch - five-o-five. "Nah, got some things to do at home."

Jim quickly gathers his briefcase and follows Bob and Mike to the elevator.

"Should join us," Mike begs.

"Another time, sorry."

The front door is still closing as he holds her card and is dialing.

"Lori? Yeah, it's Jim. We met...."

"Good, I was hoping you'd remember."

"Great, Maxwell's in half an hour. Can't wait."

He hangs up and quickly showers, changes his suit for something more casual.

Maxwell's is a popular bar and restaurant not far from his house. He only waits a few minutes before she walks across the parking lot towards him with a warm smile filling her face. The short dress dangles just below where he imagines her stump ends, though it seems possible the stump is shorter than yesterday. The wide belt accents her waist and shape of her breasts. The high heal shoe nicely shows off her lower leg.

"Hey handsome," she coos, and then pecks a kiss on his lips.

"I hated having that kiss end yesterday."

"Me too-o. But there's tonight." She snickers, as if she is planning more than just a kiss. "Still up for a meal first?"

"You make me want to skip to dessert." He laughs. "Yeah, I'd like a burger and to get to know you."

"Just so you understand I'm a little randy after yesterday."

"Yeah? We'll have to take care of that."

She looks down at his trousers and notices the bulge. "Oh-h, yeah-h."

The restaurant is not yet crowded and they find a table next to the wall away from others. He pushes the chair forward as she sits then he leans her crutches against the wall.

"A gentleman, score five bonus points." She giggles.

He takes her hand and intertwines their fingers. For a long moment of silence, he stares into her eyes.

"Do you approve?" she asks.

"For sure."

They order drinks and burgers with fries. The older female server leaves.

She smiles a moment. "You know we can be honest with each other, no need to hide our feelings about wanting to be amputees. Probably if we didn't share those feelings, we wouldn't be interested in getting to know each other. Right?"

He shakes his head. "I don't know, you 'are' very sexy." He shakes his head again, still staring. "You're right. I once made the mistake of marrying a woman that didn't know about 'or' understand my feelings once she learned. In fact, she walked out the door that same day."

She squeezes his hand lightly, rocking it back and forth a few times. "Yeah, been there, done that. I'm over him and the others, just in case we happen to click."

"Tell me all about how you lost your leg."

"I haven't really 'lost' it. I just don't have it most of the time."

"Huh?"

She tells him about the book and potion in the blue bottle. "I usually have it as a short stump, sometimes at the hip, occasionally just above the knee."

"You can vary...."

"Yes, or have multiple limbs off, if you're into that. I could be legless for you." She chuckles.

"Basically, I just want my left leg off. Most of it."

"I'm easy, just so it is above the knee. I've played with other limbs, both legs, an arm, you know."

"Okay, let's get married." He laughs.

"Maybe...."

"Just kidding, kind of."

"I know, but I know you kind of aren't and I don't mind thinking about such things. I've been alone 'and' married and I like being with someone, especially if they happen to share my feeling about stumps. Until yesterday, I didn't know there really was someone like you."

"This could be a whirlwind romance. Hold on tight."

"Baby, I'm ready and willing. Please me in bed later.... I'll give you an E-ticket ride."

"Disneyland talk, right?"

"Yeah-h, one ticket, as many rides as you want." She snickers. "It's been too long for me."

-

The kiss begins as the door clicks shut, Lori's stump rubbing against the bulge in his trousers. Her fingers caress his face as her head moves around searching for the perfect position. Their tongues dart and bat. Hands pull at clothes until little is covered. Soon they are on the floor of the foyer; him kissing down her front, pulling at her panties with his lips. A finger leads his lips until they are both over her opening. She spreads her thighs wide, bending her back, lifting her hips, and grinding against his face.

His lips are tight around her bud and her moans begin. At first, soft and gentle, then more frequent and loud, as her leg drapes over his shoulder, the foot arched reaching for the ceiling. The race for pleasure and release is on.

"Ah-h, Jim-m," she roars, his fingers filling the wet opening, his tongue mopping all the wetness pouring from it.

She drags his hips closer to her face. "So many ways to have each other." Her mouth takes most of his shaft in a single greedy gulp. Her head bobbing and weaving as it moves up and down. Her lips tighten, milking him for all he has. All too quickly, his streams flood her throat; she gulps without protest until he has no more.

"Now we can take our time, the basic need over," she assures him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She straddles his hips, the lingering erection deep inside. Her hair whips his face as she rides him, her hips rocking, her back with an occasional deep sway.

"Hmmm, so, so-o good," she stammers, another orgasm finished.

"We could try other places in the house."

"Or just move a few more feet from the door?" She snickers.

-

"I'm feeling under the weather," Jean says then hangs the phone up. She had specified early morning delivery and the man had just driven away.

She rests the opened box in her lap and rolls across the living room to the couch. After a moment of thought, she remains in the wheelchair. Her feet are bare and the short skirt hides little of her thighs. The descriptions of how much to use and how to press the needle into the skin seem natural just from reading the book a million times. Just a few hours at first, she assures herself, filling the syringe and putting the blue bottle on the low table. She takes the bottle and adds more, enough for six hours. "What the hell?" she mumbles aloud. The syringe feels comfortable in her fingers as if she'd been using it for a long time.

There is a small prick as the needle first touches the skin, but with a little pressure, it slips into the thigh until buried to the hilt. She anxiously presses the plunger without fear the leg will never return.

She refills the syringe as the leg vanishes leaving a small rounded mound. She moves it a little then does the same on the other thigh. "No regrets," she whispers aloud, at last sitting in her wheelchair with no legs and no lap. She stares for a while, satisfied with the results. The syringe and bottle sit on the table as she rolls away.

Through the house she rolls, stopping in each room to do various things. Of course, it is not the first time she has done this, just the first time without her legs. It is different, better, and she is happy.

-

Lori rides Jim as the morning light filters past the curtains. Their left legs missing for another few minutes, they continue the nightlong orgy of sex in every position they can think of.

"Don't know which...." Jim mumbles, unable to say much as his orgasm waits just below the surface.

"I'd have to say you sucking my pussy, but sucking your cock a close second."

She falls forward resting her hands on his shoulders, her back arched, her head back with mouth open, she moans loudly and repeatedly again as she pounds franticly against him.

"I'll fall asleep at work," she groans as she pulls off him then stands, her leg back. "Let's shower so I can go."

"Will you come back tonight?"

"Oh, hell yeah. No doubt that was a night of the kind of quality fucking I've never had." She laughs. "We keep that up and they'll never pull us apart."

-

Jean rolls into the garage, no steps in the way, the only modification to her house. Always before, she had feet and knew she cheated as she used them to transfer into the car and load the wheelchair. Now they are not there and she takes her time, plotting each move so she will not fall and hurt herself. It takes longer, but as she closes the car door and hears the garage door begin to open, there's an unexpected sense of satisfaction, one that heightens the reality of her not having legs.

"Way to go," she says aloud to herself, pushing down on the hand control, feeling the car begin to move backwards.

A red light ahead, she press against the hand control and the car comes to a stop. It seems so right to be stopping and going using her hand rather than her feet.

Half an hours drive and she stops in a parking space at the end of the row so there is extra space to unload her wheelchair. One day she will have a placard for parking in a handicapped space. For now, this technique will be fine.

A woman kindly holds the door open to the large variety store and she rolls past, thanking her.

"You make it look so easy," the woman says. "It makes me want to get one."

Jean knows the woman is teasing, but she wonders as she rolls along the smooth vinyl floor of the store. The woman is a little older, but nice looking with a nice body. For a moment, Jean fantasizes about them both without legs and in bed together like one of the stories in the book.

She takes her time exploring the clothing section, holding very short skirts against her knowing they all would be perfect for her without legs. In the lingerie section, she looks at panties of all kinds and colors. In no rush, she lingers and even looks at a few thongs.

"You'd be sexy in that," a female voice says. Jean looks up to find the same woman standing close. They smile and the woman holds a low-cut, hip-hugger panty up. "Or this one."

"I usually don't wear panties, but...."

"Me either." The woman gives her a long slow look, her eyes obviously taking her in, especially her lack of legs. "Forgive me."

"No, I don't mind. My name's Jean."

"Cindy," she says, extending a hand missing most of the ring finger. "A little careless one day." She chuckles.

Jean holds the hand longer than necessary and feels the end of the stump pressing comfortably against her palm. "Nice though."

"Not as nice as yours probably are. That's meant as a complement."

"Taken as such, of course."

"Could I buy you a coffee?"

The coffee shop reminds Jean of the one next to the bookstore. Cindy returns with two cups and sits to one side of Jean. The feet of the metal chair make a loud squeal as she adjusts the position to not be quite so close to the wheelchair to have a perfect view.

"To new friends," Cindy says, holding the cup up in toast before taking the first sip. "I've been reading a book, 'Tales of Change', a series of short stories about people missing limbs.

"Really?" Jean says, pretending to have not heard of the book.

"They 'want' to be that way. Can you imagine?"

"Does that surprise you that someone might feel as if a limb should not be theirs? Like people in the wrong gender, isn't it?"

"So, you...."

"You're speaking about yourself now. Right?"

She holds the hand with the missing finger up slightly. "Guilty as charged. I saw you and just had to find a way to meet you."

"And the finger was not an accident."

"No-o," she whispers, shaking her head slightly.

"How does your husband feel about all this?"

"No husband, not interested in men. Guess I'm all messed up."

"If you are, so am I." Jean chuckles.

"Hmmm, you...women?"

Jean nods. "'Only' women."

-

Barb and Lori sit at a table in the cafe at lunch, something they have done every day since Barb began working in the same office three months ago. A few times they have been out drinking, been on double dates once, and are close friends. There has never been any discussion of amputees.

"You have a satisfied look," Barb tells her. "Who is he?"

"What makes you think I...."

She pats her hand a few times. "I know how I look after a hot first night with a guy."

"Yeah, well, I did meet someone...Jim. He and I clicked like never before. I can't believe it."

"Spill the beans, come on."

"Nah. I don't want to jinx things."

"I was reading a blog last night. Seems there was a gathering at Sadie's Campground, Sunday night. Queerest thing." She falls silent and looks to see if anyone might be listening. "People that wanted to be amputees met there over night. What do you think?"

"Guess they're not hurting anyone, not child molesters or anything bad."

"Yeah, I thought about it for a while. Realized the same thing you just said."

"Is it anything you've ever fantasized about, missing a leg, walking on crutches?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I dated a guy with one leg in high school. He let me touch his stump. I was surprised how exciting it was."

"Would you like to have one?" Lori asks.

"Guess I wouldn't be upset if it happened. We had sex at the drive-in and it was different not having the leg in the way. I wonder if guys like women with one leg."

"I bet they do. Some like red heads more than blondes, big boob versus small, one leg versus two." Lori chuckles. "It takes all kinds."

"The blogger mentioned a book, 'Tales of Change' that these people had all read. I asked at the bookstore down the street, but they'd never heard of it."

"Try 'Told Again' over on tenth. I hear they have lots of strange books."

"Wow, thanks. I'll check there." She looks at her watch. "Oops, must run."

-

Cindy pushes the empty cup away and rests a hand over Jean's hand then smiles.

"That book is making the rounds. I can't believe how many people that I've mentioned it to have at least heard of it. Imagine if they made a movie out of it." She laughs.

"A plague of amputees everywhere, then it wouldn't be special anymore."

"Yeah, like all women having implants and perfect bodies."

"Perfect bodies, wow, what a concept."

"Yours looks mighty nice, don't complain."

Cindy sighs deeply. "Last girlfriend didn't think so."

"Maybe you just need to rid it of your legs." Jean snickers.

"If it was as easy as in the book, I would. Yes ma'am, I would in a heartbeat."

Jean holds her hand, playing with the fingers, especially the missing one. "I think we have some things in common. Maybe I'm wrong."

"I hope you're not wrong. My heart is pounding a mile a minute."

"Maybe you'd like to visit me at home, we could talk, explore."

"God-d, I'd love to explore...all over that delectable body." She snickers. "Excuse me, if I stepping over some bounds."

"I don't step." Jean laughs at the reference to her lack of legs.

Cindy catches the joke and laughs. "I'm glad you didn't take offense."

"Honey, I've been lusting after you since you held the door open for me."

Cindy stands back and watches Jean unload her chair then transfer into it. The door slams shut and she rolls into the house.

"Today was my first day without my legs."

"Really? You handle yourself like you've been that way forever."

"If only...."

"The book? Real?"

"Uh-huh." She holds the blue bottle up towards her. "Behold the blue bottle of the book."

"I don't believe it. I thought it was only fiction."

"Me too, till I talked to a woman that was missing a leg 'cause of the potion. She works at a bookstore and leaves notes with links to the web page inside. Maybe you haven't read far enough."

"The pied piper of stumps."

"Got that right. Seems she sells a copy a month."

"Make's me damp just thinking about it."

"My oh my, what will we do about that?"

"If I had my crutches with me, I'd beg a little of the potion off you. I should order some. I'd rather be missing both...."

Cindy pulls her iPhone out of her purse and enters the link as Jean tells it to her. Soon she drops it back in the purse.

"Wonderful, it'll be at my house tomorrow morning."

"Here's one," Jean says, pointing at the ad on Craig's List on her laptop. Seven hundred for one just like mine and the dimensions are right for you. A new good cushion is about three, so for a grand you could roll around with me."

"My-y" she drawls, almost as a moan.

"Both legs...." Jean begins but stops, her mouth open in amazement unable to finish.

Cindy holds a finger up. "Let me call about the chair."

After a brief conversation, she drops the phone in her purse.

"I want buy you dinner after we stop and buy it. He's holding it for me, with an almost new but clean honeycomb cushion."

-

This morning, Lori had left a blue bottle and a few syringes with Jim. He removes his leg soon after getting home from work then orders a supply. He is fixing dinner as she lets herself in and cozies up to him, her leg already off.

"Missed you," she whispers as the kiss fades, but is still pressed against him.

"It seems so right having you just coming in, like you live here."

"Ah, twist my arm and I could." She kisses him deeply.

"Sure had trouble focusing on work today." He feels her hip and finds the leg is completely gone. "Oh my, that's nice."

"What are we eating, before we fuck our brains out again. Goddamn, you are good."

"Maybe it's because I have a partner that enjoys such things."

"And mighty handsome with only one leg."

"I ordered my first batch. I must say I like being this way a lot more that I expected."

"Was there any doubt?"

"Of course not. It's been a constant dream.... I was just saying I like it 'more' than I could have imagined."

"I know, I know."

She lifts her skirt enough to look at her stump; her hand fondles it for a moment. The black bikini panty tightly outlines her mound.

"Put that away or I'll throw you to the floor right here."

She leaves the skirt up. "Which excites you more, my pussy or my stump?"

"It's a tie."

"Thanks. I never thought I'd find someone that likes them as much as you."

"For stump length, I can't decide." He reaches out and rubs his palm over the area where the thigh had been.

"Me either. I go back and forth, but never find an answer. Good thing I don't have too." She chuckles.

Lori kicks the shoe off then hops to the counter to fix the hamburger buns while Jim flips the patties one last time. They sit at the island on tall stools. Her foot rubs against his as he sips the beer from the bottle.

Jim pulls her skirt up from the legless hip and admires it. "Nice," he whispers, leaving the hem loosely resting near the waist. He takes a bite of burger, chewing, he tugs at the waistband until it slips from the waist and dangles.

"Pussy hound," she teases.

"Just one of my favorite places on your wonderful body."

She twists a little on the stool leaving her mound more exposed to him. "Just to heat things up a little." She snickers.

-

Cindy sits in the used wheelchair, her feet resting on the footrest. The cushion had been nearly new and the man willing to include it free. Jean sits across from her in the identical chair, only her legs are completely off as before.

"Anything else?" the waitress says, putting the second plate down. They shake their heads and she leaves.

"Been thinking about the layout of my house," Cindy says. "One level, wide hallways, and doorways. I think it's going to be okay.

"That chair fits you like a glove."

"I love it. I'd never bought it without your help."

"And now you have it so you can use it as much, or little, as you desire."

"Little? Ha!" She gives her a huge grin. "You may never get my ass out of it."

"Well, the order arrives tomorrow. We must go out and celebrate."

"I'd like that. I can't wait to feel you next to me tonight. I love sleeping with someone, just been a while."




Magic Potion: Roseville



"Same here. It's been a little fantasy since I read the book. There were some great stories."

"Oh, yeah. I've read the whole book a zillion times. I have it memorized; I don't really need to read it. I read a blog the other day about some gathering at Sadie's Campground, they're only cabins, anyway there was a mention of the book. I'd forgotten until you mentioned the bookstore."

"Potion users?"

"It didn't say, just that people who were interested in being amputees had spent the night there. I think there were three women and two men. The men were gay. Don't know about the women."

"Really? From around here?"

"At least within driving distance."

"Wow."

-

Lori's climax slowly fades, her foot still high in the air, and Jim continues to kiss and nibble between her thighs a moment longer. Blessed with a never-ending erection, Jim slides slowly inside.

"Never been fucked so often in one night...not that I have 'that' much experience. And, I'm not complaining."

She chuckles, wrapping her single foot around his waist and lightly presses against the small of his back. Leaning on outstretched arms, he stares into her eyes, beginning to make long slow strokes that almost let the head fall free before plunging back in. Her opening eagerly accepts the head each time, squeezing, milking him until he begins to unload. Streams flood her and they grind together until there is no more.

Lori looks at the clock - one-fourteen. She groans. "Tonight, I must get a little sleep." She groans. "Save some for in the morning."

He watches her fall asleep, the soft curve of her back, the short stump, and the perfect skin in the dim light of the room. He thinks about how she is his sole mate, how he can say 'stump' and 'eat pussy' then have her reply 'stump' and 'suck cock' rather than a grimace or 'do I have too?'. He watches a while longer then falls asleep against her perfect skin.

-

"Up for some lunch?" Barb asks Lori.

They beat the lunchtime crowd at the cafe and Barb pulls a copy of 'Tales of Change' from her purse. "Look at this." She pushes it across the table with the front face down.

Even though she knows every word on every page by heart, she fakes reading the first page. Her heart pounds, thinking about Jim kissing and fondling her stump last night. She flips the page and reads more.

"Isn't that the wildest stuff?" Barb says, almost in the same voice she'd use as a climax waned. "I mean...."

"It almost sounds like you're one of these people."

Barb shrugs her shoulders, and looks around as if avoiding the question. They order and the waitress returns with their ice teas.

"What would you be missing?" Lori quizzes, still skimming the page.

"It's probably not real."

"If it was, maybe an arm, or a leg? I promise, I won't mind. It's only a fantasy, right?"

The sandwiches come and Barb takes the first bite, struggling with what to say. Lori is a co-worker and someone she sees every day. What if she told others, they would all be staring at 'loony Barb' and making comments behind her back.

"I'd be missing a leg, if that helps," Lori says, reaching across the table and takes her hand for a moment, squeezes lightly, then pulls back. "It's okay to have these feelings, honest."

"Do you?"

"I bet you'd look sexy with one leg, a nice short stump hidden under a short skirt, fancy forearm crutches in different colors to match your outfit, high heal shoe on your remaining foot."

"How'd you know?"

"This 'has got' to be our secret." Lori nods a few times as she watches Barb's embarrassment fade. "I didn't, I just described my own dream. I found this book recently." She taps the cover. "The potion is real, just like in the stories."

"Lori, why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was...is such a dark secret. I was at Sadie's this weekend. I even met a guy. We've been with each other since."

"Does he use the potion?"

"Yup. We both do our left legs, at least so far that's all."

Lori flips though the book until she finds the link to the online store. She holds it open and pushes it back to Barb.

"Tonight, go here and order some. You'll never regret it."

"I've got crutches...."

"Sure."

"Does he have any friends?" She chuckles.

-

Lori had given Barb a syringe and loaned her a bottle. Something she keeps in her purse for comfort, sometimes taking a bottle out and rolling in her hand to help ease stress of having a leg she does not want. At home on the couch with soft jazz playing in the background, Barb crosses the right leg over the long stump of her left leg. It ends just above the knee as it always does in her flights of fantasy. She unbuttons her blouse a little more and fondles a breast, flicking the nipple under a fingertip.

Just as Lori teased, she has several pairs of forearm crutches. The dark blue ones rest on the floor. She kicks the shoe off and stands, bending to pick them up and slipping them around her arms, and then walking about the house again. Her stump is slightly longer than the skirt and she pauses occasionally to look down at the rounded end just above where her knee used to be.

In the kitchen, she prepares a salad and sits at the island to eat. The glass of red wine is soothing. She pours a little more and toasts to her newfound stump. She promised to only use the minimum dose, but the temptation to use enough to have it gone forever is great. She struggles with the desire, sips more wine, and considers the problems of being rash. She needs a plan, an excuse, and a way to keep her job.

She eats while her hand fondles the stump under the crossed leg. The barefoot swings idly back and forth. The sexual rush builds and she uncrosses her leg, letting the hand slip along the thigh. Her panties are damp, on the verge of being soaked, as her finger slips under the elastic. The fingertip roams the folds of skin and toys with the bud peeking from its hiding place.

Months without a boyfriend or even a lover have taken their toll. She and her fingers have become loyal lovers, often making love most of the night. They know her well. There is an ample supply of batteries in the drawer with several vibrators, and she has plans for the night.

-

Jim removes his left leg as is becoming the custom as he changes out of his suit. The stump is at time less than half the thigh long, sometimes much shorter. Tonight it is the shortest possible. He stands in front of the tall dressing mirror and models back and forth wearing only a skimpy pair of briefs. He admires the long single leg next to an empty space where the other had been all his life, but he is convinced should never have been.

He takes a short hop as he turns to one side then again for the other. The swelling in the brief now more pronounced, threatening to poke out the waistband. He nudges at the elastic and the briefs fall around his ankle. Balanced casually on the lone foot, he strokes himself idly.

"I'm home," Lori calls as she hurries to the bedroom to remove her leg. After just a few nights, she leaves several changes of clothes there and her crutches.

"Look at you," she coos, seeing him naked with his hand around his shaft.

"Didn't mean to start without you." He chuckles, stroking a few more times before letting go.

"Nice short stump. Would you like mine that length?"

He nods, the grin growing, watching her undress. The needle slips into the thigh and soon her hip has no thigh. She runs her fingers along the elastic of the leg holes of her panties, adjusting the fabric over her mound a few times until it is just right. 

"What do you want to do tonight?" she asks. He grins. "Yeah, I want to fuck you. We should go out for a while, like this."

He gathers his crutches and walks towards her, pulling her tight against him. His lips smother hers as his tongue explores deep. He cups a perfect breast and rolls it over her chest.

"Hmmm, never leave if we start this," she says, pushing against his shoulders. "Barb, a lady at work has been reading the book. I loaned her some potion. Maybe we should ask her to have dinner at Maxwell's."

"Sounds like fun. Arm, leg?"

"Leg, long stump just above the knee."

-

Cindy lies on Jean's bed, the left leg off near the hip. She left the wheelchair there after spending the night. Jean takes the syringe from her and injects the other leg, rubbing the injection site twice before the leg disappears.

"Hot lady," Jean coos, leaning down and kissing from one side to the other then flicking her tongue against the clit.

"Let me inject you."

The needle press against the skin as she nibbles over the stomach towards the thigh. She listens to Jean wince slightly as the skin bows then gives to the sharp point. Slowly the silver metal goes deeper. "Love to watch," she coos, pushing it deeper. Hips waver near Jean's face, a hand gently roams over the rounded shapes.

"Ooh," Jean signs, almost an orgasmic moan.

The fluid drains from the plastic cylinder of the syringe until the plunger is all the way down. She nibbles and pecks the tiny hole in the thigh until the leg is gone.

"The other," Jean begs."

"In a moment."

Cindy kisses over the legless hip and along the remaining thigh. Her fingers probe slightly inside, becoming damp as they begin to stroke and rub.

"Don't torment me."

"Let me worship."

Jean grabs the empty syringe and fills it again. "Here," she begs.

Cindy withdraws the needle and kisses the new stump. "Let's go...have dinner...and celebrate." The words stumble out between pecks.

"What are we celebrating?"

"Us."

-

Barb's skirt is knee length, the stump still ends just above the knee. The sleeveless blouse cut nicely reveals much cleavage. She sits across from Lori with her leg crossed over the long stump. Doing so helps enhance the sensations of the missing leg in ways she had not expected. She sips a whiskey then puts the glass back down, but keeps her fingers lightly on the glass.

"Thanks for inviting me," she says, looking first at Lori then Jim. "I still can't believe it."

"Just a few days for me and I feel just like you, can't believe it," Jim says, his fingers around Lori's hand.

"Three of us...wow. Soon we'll be seeing amputees all the time." Lori laughs.

"If only I could find a guy that'd use the stuff." Barb groans, shaking her head, then sips her drink. She gives him a quick glance. "Don't suppose you have any friends."

"Not that you'd be interested in, unless you like to fish and drink beer. I don't think they're into people like us."

"As more of us go without legs, maybe it will draw potential suitors out, or lovers." Lori blows her a kiss. "We'll keep our ears to the ground and see."

"Doesn't stop me from pleasuring myself." She snickers.

The burgers and fries arrive with her new drink. Jim feels Barb's barefoot rub against his lower leg. At first, he takes it as an accident then it happens again. She smiles as she looks at him over the burger she holds near her mouth. He returns the smile, but says nothing. Without knowing more, there is no way he is about to mess things up with Lori, even though Barb might be slightly more attractive.

"I ordered some," Barb says. "All I can think about it just jamming the full dose and leaving it off for good. Why not?"

"It might look odd to just show up at work with one leg for one thing," Lori says, as she chews a bite.

"Then when, how?"

"I've been thinking about that some," Lori says, then swallows the last of the burger and pushing the empty plate away. She dabs the napkin across her lips. "Ah, I would just explain the doctor diagnosed a problem that requires amputation. Take some vacation time and return 'recovered'."

"What if they ask for a letter from the doctor?" Jim asks.

"If you don't file any insurance claim...."

"Who'd really not file a claim for hospital and surgery?"

"Well, go on vacation overseas and have an accident." She wags her fingers making quote marks. "That way you could say that country had free health care and took care of it."

"Time to get my passport renewed," Barb says.

"Maybe some rich dude will make it so you don't have to work."

"And he can hire us as maid and butler," Jim teases.

-

The same female server waits on Jean and Cindy tonight as last night. She takes a long look at Cindy without legs. She rubs her chin then takes their orders.

"Your legs?" she asks as she turns back to the table.

"Really good prosthetic legs," she flatly replies. "I don't always wear them, get in the way too much."

"First date, you know. She wanted to impress me, thought I was a interested only in good looking legs." Jean laughs then interlaces their fingers.

"Must have worked." The woman walks away, her head shaking back and forth.

"Fast thinking," Jean says.

"Not sure where that came from, but yeah. Last night in bed, both of us without legs, was mighty spectacular."

"Hmmm, have a feeling we'll be doing that every night for a long time to come."

Jean lifts her glass in a toast. They click them together, and then sip.

"Great wine, great company."

"Great love."

-

Lori passes Barb's cubicle, dropping a memo on her desk. She pauses, saying nothing. Jim mentioned the foot rub under the table. The last thing she feels is threatened, or competition. She gives her a gentle stare.

"What?"

"Jim's mine."

"I was just playing. I owe you so much, the blue bottle...."

"It's okay. We had a great time last night. Glad you could join us. I'd like to do that again."

"Barb," Fred says, interrupting and Lori walks away.

On the way to her desk, she considers how she rushed into the relationship with Jim, the first man to share her amputee interests so soon after starting to use the potion. She wonders if she made a mistake, maybe there are others. Mentally, she slaps her face and scolds herself for having such thoughts. Jim is wonderful to her.

She lingers by the coffee pot, sipping from an empty cup and killing time, watching for Fred to leave. He takes forever; finally, she is alone again.

"She leans down and whispers, "You looked fantastic. Jim thought so too." She stands and leans against the low wall of the cubicle. "Sorry about a moment ago. I shouldn't have said anything. You and I've been friends for a while, we share...."

"Uh-huh. Not a problem, really, it isn't. See you at lunch?"

Barb glances at her watch. "It's only ten minutes, lets go now."

The glance at each other as they walk though the crowds along the sidewalk. Mostly idle chatter between them, Lori holds the door for her.

"Hey," the hostess says. "Your usual table is empty."

"Great," Barb replies then they follow.

"I used more when I got home," Barb says after the hostess walks away with their order for ice tea.

"Addicting, isn't it?"

Barb nods excitedly with a huge grin. The waitress appears and they simply say 'the usual'. There is some laughter then she walks away.

"I went to sleep with it pulled against my chest, my lips all over it. God-d, what a teddy bear."

"I feel that way about Jim, his stump, his...." Lori snickers.

"I remember my last boyfriend. His was particularly nice to suck on."

"You like yours long?"

"I hope you're asking about my stump." She laughs.

Lori catches the joke, giggling when the waitress sits the plates down on the table. "Did I miss something?"

"Yeah, but too dirty for public consumption."

"Tell me another time." The waitress playfully pats her on the shoulder then walks away.

"I love crossing my leg over my knee that way, with or without my leg." She grins. "Don't know why, just do."

"I'm somewhere between mid-thigh and top of thigh, though I like something that I can wiggle. Jim's a short stumper." She laughs. "We play around with different lengths. It's nice to be able to do that."

Barb pushes the empty plate away and sips the last of the iced tea. She gives Lori a long wistful look then takes her hand, not letting it go, rubbing her thumb over the fingers then intertwines them.

"Have you ever?" Barb finally whispers.

"Only in my thoughts," she answers in an even quieter voice.

"I dated a woman for a few weeks. Like the guy in high school, missing a leg."

"And?"

Barb pulls her hand away slightly, a fingertip still stroking the back of Lori's hand. She shrugs one shoulder, looking at her face.

"I have to say it was nicer than I expected. I just wanted to touch her stump...."

"Touched a lot more, it sounds."

"Yeah, broke my heart too."

"This Sunday at Sadie's, there were several lesbian women and I found myself wondering more than usual what it'd be like. God-d, I love Jim...."

"But?"

"Uh-huh, but." Lori chuckles. "I think he's thinking about you, I'm thinking about you...."

"Crazy, huh."

"It'd get complicated, confusing."

Barb takes her hand again, nibbling her lower lip suggestively. "We, just you and me...."

"How, when?"

"One afternoon, my place."

"I want to, 'and' I don't."

"I understand. Neither of considers our selves.... I guess if women are willing to make love to women, they are."

"Let me think about this. It's crazy. I want to kiss all over you, right now. Why?"

-

"My place has wider halls, doors, spaces," Cindy says as she rolls Jean against her nakedness, letting a hand roam over the legless hip on top. "We should stay there tomorrow night and see."

"Uh-huh. It's like bumper cars with two wheelchairs around here."

"I have an appointment to have hand controls installed. I hate, just hate it when my legs come back. Fuck a duck...."

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to...."

"Not like this wasn't brewing under the surface for years. I was always on the look out for legless woman, not like I expected to see any." She laughs. "Especially one that 'wanted' to be that way, one that had the magic potion."

"So?"

"I'm thinking one day, I'll go away and come back without my legs. Devastated, of course." She laughs.

Cindy's fingers slip inside and gently probe, rub, stroke. Their lips wander over each other, not in a rush.

"Darling-g," Jean sighs. "Take me with you."

"Imagine a resort filled with potion users." She sighs. "I can see you lounging in a one-piece thong, thin fabric stretched tight over these wonderful breasts." She drags a finger along the bottom of one pear shaped breast then over the nipple. "The sides cut high, nearly to your arms, the slimmest of straps nicely splitting your ass. Your legless hips for all to see, to lust over."

"We might never come back."

"We could find someway to make enough money to live on."

"You're serious?"

"As the day is long."

"Even if we didn't live where this fantasy resort is, I'd be okay if you were with me."

"And neither of us had the tiniest hint of thigh."

-

Barb leaves the half eaten muffin on the plate and crutches to answer the door. Just before opening it, she pulls the silk robe a little tighter just in case it is someone beside Lori.

"Feels wicked," Lori says as the door closes.

Barb wipes a crumb from her lip then lets her finger circle over a nipple hidden just under Lori's soft cotton blouse. "It is," she finally replies.

"I told them I had a doctor's appointment," Lori teases.

"Bit of a cold." Barb laughs at her excuse then crutches back to the table. "Want a muffin?"

"Ah, I want you, silly. I'm just sorry I couldn't have my crutches...."

"I have three more pair."

"What a shame," she teases. "Show me."

Barb leads the way to the bedroom, her robe falling looser with each step.

"I still carry my blue bottle with me," Lori says, undressing as she sits on the bed. "A little nervous."

"Relax, we'll have a nice time."

Barb tosses her robe on the chair as she hands her a pair of red forearm crutches. Lori sits long enough for her left leg to quickly becomes a short stump, maybe five inches long, then she parades around the room several times. She swishes a hip in Barb's direction and Barb gives it a playful swat.




Magic Potion



"Yeah, darling."

"You keep calling me 'darling' and you'll never get rid of me." Gina laughs. "Where're we going?"

"Roseville, up the coast. They have a nice downtown. The boardwalk along the beach is to die for."

"Lead the way." Gina tugs at the frayed hem of the cutoffs as if making sure it is longer than the stump. She gives it two folds leaving a neat cuff with a small amount of stump visible, and then the same to the other.

Megan looks both ways then drives towards the highway. "It'll be nice having you along. Last weekend was good, but there wasn't anyone to share my feelings with."

Gina stretches her leg and wiggles the foot as she had before. "I can't get over the sensations. I love having only one leg. I'd always wondered, but now ... now I at least have an idea what it'd be like."

"Probably not like having it surgically removed."

"Oh?"

"Maybe it's the same, I don't know."

"How'd you find out about the blue bottle?"

"I'd heard rumors about a Haitian woman, voodoo queen I was told, that lives on the other side of town. She was supposed to have all kinds of potions. I was interested in something to jazz up my sexual feelings."

"The green stuff."

"Yup, you got it. The second time I was there to get more of it, she was using crutches. She stepped from behind the counter and a leg was gone, unlike the prior time. Of course, it peaked my interest." Megan laughs. "I asked and she pulled out the blue bottle and explained how to use it and what to be careful of."

"She just whipped out the bottle," Gina quizzed.

"Yup, like it was no big deal. In fact, the next time I went, she had both legs and missing most of her right arm."

"Do you think she's like us and wants to be that way?"

"She told me she just likes to play around with the potions." Megan laughs. "Ain't that the strangest thing?"

"Well, not really." Gina chuckles. "I mean, look at us." She chuckles again.

For the next half hour, Gina watches the scenery and fondles her stump. Megan pays attention to the road, but often lets her gaze focus on Gina.

"Lets stop there," Gina says pointing to the sign for a parking area with a view of the ocean.

They pull the crutches from the back seat and the doors close at the same time. Megan gracefully strolls towards the low wall while Gina spends time watching her own lone foot swinging between the crutch tips for each step.

"Come on, look," Megan calls loudly over the roar of the surf below.

"I still can't believe this."

Megan turns and watches her. "You're an angel."

Gina stands beside Megan and rests a hand on the small of her back, lightly rubbing. "Babe, this is grand," she coos, her lips close to Megan's ear.

"Two chicks with one leg, what could be better?" Megan giggles then scans the ocean.

"Excuse me, are you sisters?" the older woman asks.

"Sure, that we are," Megan answers. "How'd you guess?"

"Just lucky. You both look happy, I just wanted to say that."

"Thank you, ma'am," Gina says, watching the woman dotter away. A few moments later, she asks, "Do we really look alike?"

"Close enough for most people. I guess us both having one legs adds to the illusion in her mind."

"I'm hungry." Megan pecks kiss on Gina's lips. "For you and food. Food will do for now." She walks towards the car and Gina reluctantly gives up the view of the ocean and follows.

-

"Beautiful day," the waitress says without commenting about the missing legs. She fills cups with steaming coffee that actually smells like coffee and not burnt rubber. "What can I get for you?" They order the same thing and she walks off.

"You never got to talk to the woman at the thrift shop," Gina asks.

"Nope. I don't think she's been there very long. I just noticed her a month ago, before I got my first blue bottle."

"Oh, I wonder."

"Nah, I had the same thought. The other woman was quite specific that it'd been a car wreck."

"How often have you been using the stuff?"

"Green, most nights." Megan giggles. "Damn nice feeling out that. The blue, I use not so often ... most weekends and maybe once during the week. It's expensive so I only use it to test my willingness to be this way forever."

"And there've not been any problems, like it lasting longer than you expected?"

"Nope. So far, it works as promised." There is a small nervous laugh then she blows on the coffee and takes a sip.

"I can't stand Rosa. I have to find a new place before I go crazy. A new job would be nice too." Gina giggles and stirs a small amount of sugar in her coffee letting the spoon clink a few times. "I've sent a few resumes out. Now I'm almost picturing moving and starting work missing a leg."

"I've had that thought a few times. I have money saved up. My father left me some when he died a few years back. Mom and I no longer talk."

"Why?"

"I mentioned sleeping with a woman and she freaked out. She's old fashioned about things like that. I doubt she and Dad ever 'did it' other than him on top."

Megan groans just as the waitress puts the plates down and asks if they need anything other than more coffee. She shakes her head and watches the woman walk away.

"Do you ever wish you had just a 'normal' life, like hers?" Megan musses just loud enough for Gina to hear.

"I once thought I knew what normal meant. The whole 'leg thing' always gets in the way for me. I suspect that might be part of why I haven't let a relationship take hold ... you know. What would I tell him about that part of me?"

"I hear ya." Megan shakes her head a few times and chews a bite of scrambled eggs. "I once told a guy I was seeing, just to test his reaction. He walked out the door and never spoke to me. I saw him on the street once and he just looked away, like I was radioactive or the skin was pealing off my face."

"I've just assumed that would be reaction, so I've never told anyone."

Megan takes Gina's hand for a moment. The waitress fills the cups and leaves the check with a glance at the held hands.

"You think she'd understand any of this." Megan whispers in Gina's ear.

"Maybe the part about two women holding hands. Maybe not even that." She shrugs her shoulders.

-

Walking half a block after leaving the cafe, a man walking towards them crashes head on into a telephone pole, staggers slightly, and regains his footing.

"Are you alright?" Megan asks as she grips his arm.

"Yes, quite. Thanks." He stares intently at both women for a long moment.

"I hope it didn't have anything to do with us."

He chuckles. "Well, maybe a little. You know, two beautiful women each missing a leg. That's something I don't see often."

"Or often enough," Megan teases, and then giggles.

"Yeah-h," he drawls slowly as he rubs his face and pulls a splinter out. "I don't suppose either of you live around here."

"In case you're hoping for a 'date', we're married ... to each other," Megan says taking Gina's hand in hers.

"Yup. For a year," Gina says with a large grin as she tightens her grip for a moment.

"Too bad. I've tried a few dating sites for disabled women and so far, no luck."

"I'm sure you'll find the right woman. We're not the only ones missing a leg."

"The first I've seen for a long while." He groans. "Damn, you're both beautiful."

"Just your luck, huh. Two dream women and they're lesbians." Megan chuckles then grins at Gina.

"Can I buy you a drink? You know, just chat. Listen, I get it that you're not interested in me as marriage material." He laughs and points at a bar across the street with a view of the ocean.

"Yeah, why not?" Gina says.

Megan looks at her watch and does some quick arithmetic in her head then glares at Gina while pointing at her watch. "We've got four more hours."

"Uh-huh," she says, nodding her head. "I had no idea."

"What? If this won't work with your schedule, I'll understand," the man says.

"Maybe it won't," Gina says, letting a frown express pretend disappointment.

He watches with great interest as they walk away and until they go inside a shop.

"He could have been your dream man," Megan whispers. "It's not too late to go back."

"My leg is as temporary as that relationship would be. Besides, I'm having a wonderful time with you."

"Really?"

"I think we 'click' nicely ... don't you." She smiles at Megan for a long moment. "Beside, seems like I heard someone say we were 'married'." She chuckles.

-

The night is as black as their mood when the legs return midway home. The traffic is light.

"What do you do to get over it?" Gina asks.

"Splash a little green stuff on and masturbate."

"Oh-h."

"It's a lot cheaper. She has a shelf lined with it. She hides the blue in the back. I have no clue how much she has. I'm always afraid one day, she won't have anymore."

"That'd suck."

"She told me half a bottle would make it be forever. The one you got by mistake, I was going to stash in reserve just in case I couldn't get anymore.

"We've only used a little."

"Actually, we haven't used it yet. That was the last of another bottle."

"All gone? So we couldn't have spent the night an done it again?"

"Nope. I know, I thought about it too. I would have been nice. I'd like you to stay again tonight. We can use the green stuff." Megan laughs and playfully slaps Gina's thigh.

"I get paid tomorrow. I need to pay Rosa rent and pay a few bills, but can I buy a blue bottle?"

"It's expensive." Megan whispers the amount and Gina gasps loudly. "Yeah, it floored me too. I'll get more this week."

"Yeah, if you keep that new one, you'll have enough to make it be permanent."

"With enough to make yours that way too."

"Have you met anyone that has?"

"Nah. I only have her promise."

"That'd suck if it didn't work." Gina shakes her head a few times, as the possibility that this will only be temporary sinks in. "Shit-t," she groans.

-

Gina sits on the bed holding the green bottle as Megan leans both pair of crutches in the corner. "There's not much of this left," she says, holding the bottle up towards her.

"I know. Payday soon and I plan to stock up on both kinds of potions. Go ahead, enjoy a little." She laughs. "I know I plan on a dab myself." She laughs again.

"It was a great day." Gina sits the bottle on the nightstand without using any. "In fact, every moment since the food court has been over the top."

Megan walks slowly across the room and sits close, her arm around Gina as she lowers her. Their lips touch gently, without need or want, and kiss tenderly for a while. Hands lightly play, not to excite, but to comfort. Gradually clothes fall to the floor until there are none to remove. Parts press closely, rub, occasionally grind, as lips explore in way not done before. Kisses between thighs, swollen buds suck between wet lips, sounds of passion build as they twist and turn, to find many ways to pleasure the other.

"Oh, oh god," Megan moans as Gina's mouth feasts where she had never been before the other night. "Ah," becomes an oft-repeating sound until even that no longer is understandable in the depths of the climax. The women trade responsibility for the other's pleasure for hours until exhaustion overtake both.

"I didn't know it was possible," Gina groans as she cuddles Megan, their eyes feasting on each other.

"What?"

"To get so tired from sex." She giggles. "Mind you, I'm not complaining."

"We've been great friends for, what, over a year."

"Yeah, maybe a little longer. There isn't anyone I can talk with like you."

"And now we find...."

"Yup, the amputee connection." Gina lets her lips enjoy those close by for a moment.

Megan pulls her lips away. "We should be together."

"I know." She pecks a few kisses. "All of that was without green stuff." She snickers and grinds over Megan's mound for a moment. "I don't own much, a few clothes. The furniture is all hers. Besides, I hate her."

"You might hate me if we're together."

"Hardly. Besides, I have a feeling you're not suggesting we be 'roommates'."

She pats the bed a few times. "Nope. You belong right there."

Gina strokes between Megan's thighs. "Or here." She laughs. "And I expect that will be often." She laughs again. "I never expected that I'd want something so much."

"We need to think about the blue bottle issue."

"You mean, when to take the final injection."

"Uh-huh. What if that was the last bottle in the world?"

"No question, we'd do it one last time and live our lives on one leg. Right?"

"We'd need a story to tell everyone."

"Yeah, something like a 'car wreck'." Gina giggles. "I have a crap job as a receptionist. It's not like I can't do that on one leg ... or anywhere I might live."

"Yeah, I'm an editor of magazine articles. I guess I could get a job some place else. We could start over, new jobs, new friends, no one from our past to get in the way. Yeah-h."

"Well, there are more blue bottles at her shop, so there's no rush on the leg front as long as we can afford it. I don't care what people think about who I sleep with."

"So lets move your stuff this week, tomorrow even. Just plan to start living with me and we'll go from there."

"Perfect." Gina lets a kiss quickly grow deeper.

-

"Here's your rent," Gina tells Rosa Monday night. "I'll be out of here in an hour."

"What the?" Rosa grunts.

"I have a new place to be. Best of luck." She stares intently at the woman. "I mean that." She turns and quickly fills three moving boxes then begins talking them to her car, one at a time.

"Where do I send your mail?" Rosa asks as she picks up the last box.

"I'll turn in a change of address, but just put anything that comes into a shopping bag. I call next weekend to arrange to pick it up ... or have someone pick it up for me."

"You're not telling me where you'll be."

"Nope, I don't think you care ... do you."

"I guess not."

-

"Let me help," Megan offers and walks back so they can bring the last two boxes inside. "How'd she react?"

"Stunned, I'd say. I told her I'd arrange to have my mail picked up next weekend."

"Well I scored another blue bottle and two green ones. I couldn't afford more blue ones."

"We'll just ration it. I don't need to do it anymore, I'll just wait and do it one last time whenever we ... you know, decided."

"Maybe you'll let me inject both of your legs with just a little." Megan snickers.

"Wicked woman. And then what will you do?"

"Hmmm, I have some ideas. Do you want to hear?"

-

Gina sits in the office break room reading the newspaper and waiting for a fresh pot of coffee to be ready. Ted and Julie walk in and he grumbles about the lack of coffee.

"Yeah, it burned down," he tells Julie as if a part of a continued conversation.

"The Voodoo Queen's place? That's awful," Julie says.

Gina continues looking at the paper, but listens to the conversation.

"That angry woman at the thrift shop was arrested. Seems her husband had injected her leg with the blue stuff while she was asleep. I always wondered why she was so angry."

"Permanent? I wouldn't be upset."

"Yeah, like Alice. She loves having one arm." He glances at Gina. "Did you ever go to that place?"

"No. Your wife has one arm...."

Julie laughs. "We call them 'blue bottle' parties."

"I heard about that potion. It makes an arm or leg disappear, right."

"Uh-huh." Julie rubs at her thigh. "My husband and I, Ted and Alice, and another couple use it each weekend. Alice made it so her arm is gone forever ... just above the elbow."

"Really-y?" Gina drawls as she stands and moves closer. "Do you both do that?"

"I do a leg," he says, as if it is quite normal.

"Me too ... sometimes both legs," Julie says. "You should join us this weekend."

"Ah-h...."

"That's okay, most people don't understand," Ted says sounding slightly disgusted.

Gina looks around to see if anyone else is in the room. "No, my girlfriend and I use the blue stuff." She pauses and watches their reaction. "Saturday we drove up the coast and spent the day on one leg."

"Cool," Julie says.

"Girlfriend?" he asks, almost as if it is more of a problem than pretending to be missing a leg.

"Uh-huh. We got a little crazy with the green stuff, and well, we're still together." She laughs.

"John and Frank are like that, they're the third couple in the 'blue party' group."

Gina looks at Ted for a moment then at Julie. "If the place burned down, does that mean...?"

"I'm afraid of that also," Julie says. "I love my time on one leg ... a lot."

"So?" Ted blurts out. "Make it permanent, no one here will care." He waves his hand though the air emphasizing that he is referring to the whole office.

"Really?" Gina quizzes.

"Oh hell no. Most of them know about Alice's arm. I think a few actually fantasize about her, though they won't admit it." He chuckles and pours the fresh coffee into a cup. "Want some?" he asks, still holding the pot in the air. "They don't know about the parties we have."

"Is Claudette okay?" Gina asks.

"The news story didn't say. The big splash was about Gloria, the thrift store amputee. That was all they could talk about was the tragedy of what her husband had done to her, 'all because of the voodoo queen'. They emphasized 'voodoo' a lot."

"I doubt she'll be able to reopen her shop around here, not after that," Julie says. She stirs her coffee and sips. "I might just have to do something about my leg." She sips again. "I just started a bottle ... my last."

Bart strolls into the room. "Any coffee?" he asks and the three go to their desks.

-

Megan hurriedly walks through the apartment as the door slams behind her. "Gina!" Her footsteps are heavy against the hardwood floor. "Gina," she calls again. "Baby, the worst news ever," she says just before kissing Gina deeply.

"The fire? I heard."

"I had no idea about the thrift store amputee. Goddamn, I'm glad I bought more."

Gina snuggles up to Megan, her body rubs suggestively as her hands explore. The lips touch a few times then weld together with tongues diving deep.

Megan pulls away. "Hmmm, you don't seem very upset," she groans as she kicks her pumps off, the shoes clattering towards the couch.

"Actually, this may turn out to be a good thing."

"Why? We have one full bottle and most of another. What could possibly be 'good' about this?" Megan paces in front of Gina, her hands hard against her waist, elbows stuck out like wings. "Goddamn it!"

"I was making coffee at work this morning, like I always do. Damnedest thing, Ted and Julie walked into the room talking about the fire. Seems they have what they called 'blue bottle' parties."

"You're shittn' me ... right?" She paces a few more times before standing still in front of her.

"If I'm lyin', I'm dyin' as they say." Gina roars with laughter. "Nope, as God is my witness, Ted said that his wife is missing an arm permanently and he does his leg on weekends. Julie does too, though I don't know about her husband."

"Astounding ... weekends, huh? So, what are they going to do now that there will be no more of the stuff?"

"Julie has just over a bottle ... I don't know. Ted did mention other's at the office knew about his wife's arm and didn't seem to care. I'm wondering if I just showed up with one leg....

"Hmmm," Megan cut in. "Parties?"

"Yeah, every weekend six people get together. Who'd ever thought such a thing would happen? Not me for sure, and hell, just a few days ago I didn't even know it was possible."

"How about the green potion?"

"Uh-huh, they do that too. There're two guys in the group that found each other 'cause of it. Sounds like us." Gina giggles then kisses her. "Maybe we could get a little crazy." She pecks a kiss. "The green haze." She laughs and gropes Megan's breast.

-

Claudette stands in the parking lot of her burned out store looking forlorn, a hand clutching her stomach, the other arm missing. "It's gone, it's gone," she wails.




Magic Potion



Megan parks her car along the curb, walks quietly across the gravel then puts a hand on the woman's back. "I'm so, so sorry."

She turns and hugs her, tears wetting her blouse, as the arm stump rubs softly along her shoulder.

Megan pulls slightly away, still feeling the woman against her. "I guess the potions are all gone."

"I have some at home, but yeah ... gone. The DA is threatening me. The news ... so distorted. I was only trying to help people like us." She waves her arm stump a few times.

"But you 'could' make more, right?"

"I have to be careful." She looks around. "You know, she was a frequent customer for it."

"The woman that did this?"

"Bitch ... yeah, her! She's enjoying all this attention, playing the poor disfigured wife."

She walks to a car parked at the far edge of the lot and Megan follows.

"How often you to pretend?" Claudette asks as she leans against the driver's side door, her hand fondling the stump dangling past the end of the sleeve. "God, how I love to pretend. There're not many that do."

"As often as I can afford a blue bottle. It's my drug of choice." Megan laughs. "Of course, the green is a lot of fun." She snickers.

"I don't know what to do. The DA is watching my ass, last thing I want is to end up in the slammer."

"Did you have more?"

She looks around as if she might be under surveillance then wags a finger to draw Megan closer. Megan does, almost touching the woman before she stops. Claudette nods in silence.

"Wow," Megan whispers.

"I trust you and a few others. We can't talk now." She takes Megan's hand and palms a folded piece of paper then smiles, but says nothing before getting into her car. She waves after she starts the car.

-

"Are you home yet?" Gina calls as she walks through the living room and drops her purse on the dinning room table.

"In here!" Megan yells from the small den where the computer is.

Gina leans down and kisses her several times. "If there isn't going to be more of the blue bottles, I think we need to do the final injection, be done with it. You've got enough."

"What if there 'was' more of it?"

"But the shop burned down."

"I drove by to see and Claudette happened to be there. We had a nice conversation. You 'can't' tell anyone what I'm going to say, no one, not even the people at work."

"I promise."

"There 'might' be more. She wasn't willing to talk. I take it the DA has her under surveillance, maybe even considering charging her in some fashion."

"An accomplice to mayhem? After all, she sold the stuff to the husband who attacked his wife."

"She wanted to be that way. Claudette told me she was a big customer for the blue bottle. She just didn't want to be that way all the time."

"Yeah, and now the press is telling everyone how she liked to play amputee."

"What?"

"I guess they've been digging around."

"Oh, oh. I hope there're no customer lists to be found." Megan shakes her head a few times. "I know I wouldn't want to have CNN show up at a 'blue bottle' party." She groans deeply and shakes her head again.

"What do we do, leave town?"

"Nah. It'll all blow over."

Gina stares at Megan. "If she's under surveillance, they might have your license plate number. You were at her burned down shop today."

Knuckles rap loudly on the front door several times.

"Shit!" Megan shouts and grabs her chest.

The knock happens again, only louder. "Gina!" a female voice yells.

Gina opens the door slightly. "Julie, what's happening?" She opens the door more. "Come in." She does. "This is Megan." Gina points. "And this is Julie, the woman from work that I mentioned ... 'blue stuff' parties."

"Oh, yeah."

"Did you hear? That woman that burned the shop, she's a regular user...."

"Of the blue stuff. Megan was just telling me. We're both scared that all of our names will be in the papers."

"Imagine if the news trucks show up with cameras."

Julie's phone rings and she shoves it hard against her ear then listens for a moment. She clicks off and drops it back in her pocket.

"That was Tim. Seems the DA has cut a deal and there's to be no charges. I guess the thrift shop woman is leaving town."

"How long till the story loses interest?" Gina asks.

"Give it a day or two then they'll find some other sensational story. I just hope we can still buy blue stuff."

"And if we can't?" Megan asks. "We have enough for one last injection, make it permanent."

"Yeah, me too. Tim has some, but...."

"Probably won't be willing to part with it," Gina says. "I wonder if I would if I were him."

"Gotta go, just wanted to let you know." Julie hugs Gina and waves to Megan. "You both should come this weekend to the party. Could be the last one." She groans then opens the front door.

-

Megan walks towards the bedroom. Gina follows and sees her pull the blue bottle and two syringes from the nightstand.

"What are you doing?" Gina begs.

I couldn't tell you in front of her, but I think Claudette has a lot more. If she doesn't, well, we have another whole bottle and that's all we need to for the final injection."

Gina holds the bottle of green potion then rolls it between both hands. "I want to do this also."

Megan loads a syringe with enough for several hours and jams the needle into her thigh. A loud sigh drifts from her mouth like a junkie shooting up. "I need this-s," she hisses as she jerks the syringe away from her leg. "You want some?" Her eyes are wide and mouth slightly open.

"Uh-huh." Gina dabs a drop of green fluid then another on Megan. "Same place," she demands as she undresses. "So tempted to do it for good."

-

Megan pulls into a vacant parking lot on the way to work and digs her phone from her purse along with the scrap of paper Claudette gave her.

"Hello? This is Megan. You gave me this number yesterday. Can we talk?"

"Sure. It's a throwaway phone."

"I heard they are dropping the investigation."

"I heard that too. I hope it's true. I assume you're after more."

"Is that possible? I don't have much money."

"I'm sorry I was charging so much. Now that I know you and maybe three others, I think I'll sell only to you four."

"How much do you have?"

"More than you'll need." She laughs. "You can't tell anyone."

"I understand. I want to get...."

"Okay." Claudette cuts her off and offers to meet her on the outskirts of town in half an hour.

"Wonderful. I have that much money." She hangs up.

Other than Claudette's, no cars are on the street when Megan arrives. She parks half a block away and walks carefully along the deserted and broken sidewalk by rundown buildings and warehouses. She leans against the car and the window rolls down. Claudette has both arms, but no legs. Claudette has a hand on the lever for a hand control. A folded wheelchair rests behind the seat. She notices the confused expression covering Megan's face.

"I can't help it. A girl just needs to be missing something." She laughs. Megan hands her a small brown bag with cash and takes another. The glass contents rattle. "There's plenty more if you need it. Use the same phone number."

Megan scans the area finding it still as deserted, but feeling as if she is scoring illegal contraband. "Thanks." She hears the car start and drive away before she makes it back to her car. A quick check, she's still alone. "Good," she mutters under her breath. She suddenly feels flush. A huge need to inject overcomes her as she grips a bottle tightly for a moment before stuffing it back in the bag and starting the car.

She turns the corner and a police car passes going the opposite direction. She checks the mirrors and the police car is still heading away. "Shit," she mumbles as she drags her hand over her forehead. "I can't keep doing this."

In the office parking lot, she finds a place in the trunk to safely store the bag. The lid closes and she double checks it is locked before walking away, watching over her shoulder in case anyone might be following.

"Morning," the receptionist says.

Megan jerks to a stop. "What!"

"I just said hello. Is anything wrong?"

"No, nothing. I was almost in an accident and I'm just a little rattled."

Her boss rounds the corner. "Accident?"

"Yeah, asshole ran a stop sign and just missed me."

"My god, how can you be here?" he says putting his arm around her. "Go home. Take a sick day."

"Yes, yes, that's a great idea."

Megan sits in the car rolling a bottle in her hand, the remaining potion bottles still in the truck, and dials the phone. "Gina baby. Can you take the day off?"

"What happened? Did you get arrested?"

"No, nothing like that. I scored a bunch of the blue bottles from her."

"Really?"

"I was so rattled by the time I got to work.... Anyway, my boss suggested I take a sick day. I'm leaving work now, hope you can come home."

-

Megan carries the bag of bottles into the bedroom and undresses then slips on a tee shirt, the hem hanging just past her hips. "Fuck it," she mumbles as she loads two syringes with enough for three hours. Quickly she jams one in her left arm a few inches above the elbow then the other in her right and drops both syringes in the red sharps container before the arms have a chance to disappear. She lays back, arms out to the side, and waits.

Sooner than expected, the arms end in stumps. She stands and dances around the room in slow spirals until she stops in front of a tall mirror. "God, you're lovely," she says aloud as she moves the stumps.

Megan sits in one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room, a leg casually tossed over the arm when Gina gets home.

"Hey babe," Megan says, waiting for her to notice.

"Your arms."

"We have enough to experiment all we want. I was hoping you'd help me do things."

"How much did you use?"

"Three hours. It'll be fun ... just a whim."

"I always worry the limb won't return."

"That'd a hell of a mess about now." Megan laughs and flaps her arm stumps. "I used the bottle from the night we did both your legs. Now that was a nice night."

"For sure. Let me grab some crutches and I'll pop a leg off. Used to do that to my dolls." She laughs as she walks to the stack of crutches in the corner and returns with a pair then undresses.

Megan reaches out then laughs as she remembers there are no hands. "Guess you're on your on for injecting."

"I can do it ... watched you enough." She loads the syringe and injects in the thigh at the same place as before. "Have a feeling you've already dabbed a little green stuff on." She snickers as she applies a drop.

The leg disappears and she tugs at the tee shirt Megan wears. "You've got too much on," she teases as she pulls it over her head.

"I almost went higher," Megan whispers as she attempts to hold Gina close. They kiss, an arm stump brushing hair away from Gina's face in an awkward manner. Several tries later, she is successful. "There."

-

Gina's leg returns before either of Megan's arms and Megan is feeling a growing panic. "What?" she protests pacing the bedroom. "Your leg is back!" She flaps her arm stumps a few times, still pacing.

"Maybe the dosing is different for arms. They are smaller after all."

"Yeah, maybe that's it. I can't help but panic at the moment." She continues pacing. The right arm reappears and she wipes the hand over her forehead. "Wow-w," she drawls. I can live without the other, I think."

"Lets make sandwiches, I'm a little hungry after all that 'wonderful sex'." She snickers. "You just get better every time."

"Uh-huh." As Megan opens the refrigerator, the arm reappears. "About time." She laughs nervously. "I'd do it again ... at least I think I would."

"You look nice without arms ... sexy."

Megan injects her left arm closer to the shoulder and waits. Several inches of arm remain as a stump.

"Have you ever injected a stump to make it even shorter? I'm wondering how it reappears."

"I'm a little afraid to try." Megan giggles and fondles the piece of arm remaining. "I did enough for six, maybe seven hours."

"I wish we could go out, maybe have a real dinner. I hate feeling like it would be 'bad' if anyone we know saw us."

Gina leans down and suckles the soft stump of her arm as Megan moves it about over her lips.

"Hmmm, that is very-y nice," Megan whispers as she pulls Gina's face towards hers.

-

Julie rushes through the small two-bedroom one-level house with a quick hello to Dave in passing. They met a few years before at a wheelchair tennis match when they both happened to be watching the same woman missing a leg and walking around with crutches.

"I put a pizza in," he shouts.

She doesn't stop until she sits undressed in a wheelchair parked in front of what to her is a shrine, but to most people a simple desk organizer. Instead of pens, pencils, and paper clips, hers contains a blue bottle, a green one, and several new syringes standing neatly in a separate compartment.

While filling a syringe, Dave stands in the doorway. "Rough day?" he says in a tone that is half tease, the rest knowing well that it has been. His right sleeve dangles empty. He has already been through the ritual she is involved.

"Fuck yeah! I suppose you heard...." She jabs the needle into the left thigh as close to the top as possible. "That's the absolute shits if you ask me." She refills the syringe and slowly pushes the needle into the other thigh midway up from the knee. "There," she mutters under her breath and dabs a drop of the green potion on her neck.

"People were talking at work," he says.

"Yeah, same at my place. Gina, the receptionist, mentioned she and her girlfriend use the stuff."

"George pulled me into his office and mentioned his wife does too."

"What are we going to do? I mean the supply might dry up ... for good."

"I sure hope not. I heard a rumor that Claudette might have more, but will only be supplying a few people."

"Like us? We've been steady customers since the start."

Her legs now stumps, she rolls towards him and stops close. A hand roams the front of his trousers. "Damn-n baby, been using the red potion it seems." She rips at the zipper and hoists him out. "Careful, you might frighten a girl." She laughs and takes several inches in her mouth for a long moment.

His hand rubs her hair and fingers twirl stands of light brown around them. "The extra length is just enough I can do that too."

Lips fall away slightly. "Yeah, I like us sucking it together." She resumes.

-

Alice opens the front door. Tall, statuesque, with a body to drive men wild, she smiles and asks Gina and Megan in. They both wear short dresses exposing a small amount of their single missing leg.

"Tim's been holding out about how lovely both of you are," she coos as she gives each a friendly peck on the cheek.

"I've not had the pleasure," Megan says. "Gina works with him." She takes a long look at Alice in the sleeveless dress. The front plunges to the navel letting all know how perfect her breasts might be, though partially hidden by the fabric. The long stump of her left arm ends just above where the elbow used to be.

"The final injection was almost a month ago," she says as she realizes the attention her stump is receiving. "I see both of you have one leg. Any plans?"

"We're considering that," Gina says. "Dreadful about the shop and all the news."

"Yes, but it may have worked in our favor," Alice says over her shoulder as she leads them to the patio.

"John and Frank couldn't make it," she explains before introducing them to Julie, Dave, and Tim. She points at the small bar with several kinds of liquor. "Help yourself."

Julie rolls her wheelchair close and they each bend down for a friendly kiss. Dave's right sleeve is empty and he shakes with the other hand.

"Nice chair," Megan offers.

"You mentioned missing a leg the other day," Gina says.

"Uh-huh. When the stress get high, I prefer both legs." She pats the skirt to show where the stumps end. "If I had to make it permanent, I just don't know."

"I know what my vote would be," Dave chimes in.

"He really likes me 'this' way. Quite frankly, I do too." She looks at Gina for a moment. "You look lovely with one leg. You should stay that way."

"Until the other day, I had no idea it might be 'acceptable' at work." She laughs.

"You should see Mark when Alice stops by. Quite the bulge in his pants." Julie snickers. "Nothing likes Dave's." She pats the front of his trousers. "Claudette has all kinds of potions."

"Shush," Dave whispers.

"Hey, we're all friends."

Alice returns from the front door with Claudette who is missing a single leg under a knee length dress, walking with crutches.

"We owe a huge debt to this woman," Alice says loud enough all other conversation stops.

"No, no," Claudette says looking around at each person. She smiles. "It is nice to see so many enjoying my work." She giggles. "I never knew I wasn't the only one."

"Too bad Gloria went off the deep end," Tim says, his head slowly shaking side to side.

"It could work out better than expected. As some of you may know, I can still make my potions and I have a supply of them. I don't plan to sell them openly anymore, but the few here are welcome ... and at a more reasonable price."

Several people cheer, others clap, while offering thanks.

Alice steps out of the room and returns with a woman missing more of her left arm than she. "I assume you all recognize Diane Walton, the six o'clock news anchor on Channel 5."

She waves her hand and smiles. "Alice and I have talked about this for a long time. She was quite brave to leave her arm off ... I wish I had had that courage." There is a little murmuring in the room. "I spoke with the station management a few hours ago and informed them I would be this way from now on." She moves the short stump and the short sleeve of the blouse wavers. "I was surprised, but elated that they told me it would be okay."

"What will you tell the viewers?" Julie asks.

"We are producing a short feature about how some people have a need to be missing a limb. I will be the only person in the piece and I will not mention Claudette or any of you. I value everyone's friendship too much, especially Claudette's. Few know that we live together." Soft mummers fill the room. "The destruction of her shop and business saddens me. Gloria was a disturbed individual."

"How will this help us?" Tim asks.

"Well, I don't know. That depends on what each person chooses to do. In some ways, this is my chance to 'come out of the closet' and live without my arm."

"Wow-w," Gina mumbles under her breath.

"Diane and Claudette will be staying for a while," Alice says as she looks around the small group. "I hope each of you will take the opportunity to get to know them better."

-

Megan and Gina injected enough for twelve hours and their legs are still off when they return home from the party.

"Wow-w," Gina drawls as she takes Megan in her arms. Her stump rubs the inside of a thigh while the kiss continues to deepen.

Megan pulls back after a while. "That was most unexpected. Diane ... who would have guessed?"

"Yeah, and going public...."

"Since Claudette will have more, maybe there isn't a rush to make it permanent."

"I don't know." Gina walks though the room, watching her single foot gracefully swinging between the crutches with each step. "I don't know."

"What?" Megan stops behind her and pecks kisses along her neck. "What, darling?"

"I don't know if I want to continue pretending. It's not like everyone at work doesn't know about Alice ... and now the whole town will know about Diane."

"Are you suggesting...?"

Gina cuts her off. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting." She walks towards the bedroom and Megan follows.

"We've got plenty of the blue stuff," Megan protests.