Never Enough

"Yeah." Sara sat in a powered wheelchair and flipped the switch then waited a few seconds for it to be ready. "We kind of thought she was alone with these feelings. I just wanted to do my hands, but not the way Julie did her foot. Then ... then I found a journal on the Internet written by a woman that did both hands. Anyway, I did this the same way." She held up her stump for a moment then put it in her lap.

"'Cryogenic Solution'? Yeah, I've read that. I actually met her once not long afterwards. She's overseas. She only wanted to loose her hands. Nice stumps, unequal length. Real nice."

"Anyway, that's how we met Janet. Amazing how things fall into place. Huh?"

"We all eventually find ourselves. Some just manage to do it sooner than others do. Me, I stumbled upon a web site years ago. There were a dozen others. We all talked and wished for a way. I never thought it'd happen, not in my lifetime. I'd just gotten married. We loved all kinds of sex. I let him bind and tie me up. One night I folded my leg at the knee and had him bind it with an elastic bandage. We made love. God, it was great. I asked him if he'd mind if I were that way for real. He told me that was a sick thought and spanked me real-l hard. My ass was red for days. We did it a few more times over next few weeks, bind my leg up and screw, and then he'd paddle my ass. He tired of that 'game'. That's how he referred to it."

"Not very caring," Sara commented.

"The more I read and wrote with the group, the more my desires matured. I'd always thought I wanted multiple amputations, but the group gave me a way of thinking about those feelings ... understanding how I might enjoy those feelings. I did the same thing with my foot you did to your hand ... froze it rock solid. I got myself to the hospital. Janet was there. The rest is history."

"What about your husband?"

"He left me that week. He kept saying I was crazy ... over and over. Never would shut up. I couldn't stand it. I loved myself for the first time. My orgasms were suddenly overwhelming ... better than ever. They happened easily ... and quickly. All I had to do was think about having it off or having something else off. The thoughts were electric ... especially when I thought about having something else off."

"What was next?"

"I bought a wheelchair and did the other foot a month after the first. They were both above the ankle, the second higher. I was as hooked as a junkie on heroin ... only my drug was amputation. My thoughts were always about the next one, hardly took time to enjoy what I had already ... three in the first six months."

"Sounds so much like me, like I want," Julie groaned. She sat in a powered wheelchair, flipped it on, and then drove it.

"What's a good one?" Sara yelled as she raced her around the showroom.

"That depends on your budget. Cheap scooters are a few grand, a good wheelchair is about fifteen. It depends on things like speed and distance between charges. I have one that does about nine miles-per-hour. A sporty manual chair is about two or three. Some days I use this one, others I use the powered chair. I like the flexibility to choose. I prefer the powered chair when I have to carry things or do things at home like clean or cook."

"How long to get one? We have the cash for a really good one."

She looked at the car parked near the door. "That yours? You need to get a van as well. With a ramp and hand controls, they can be thirty grand and up, often closer to fifty grand. There are plenty of used ones at the bottom of that range. How long till you really need it?"

"Soon."

"That makes my heart go pity-pat." Connie roared with laughter. "I'd suggest getting a van first, then the powered chair. You can order the chair now, but you'll need the van when you pick it up. You want the front seat to swivel. That makes it easy to transfer into it."

"Wow, so much to think about," Julie said.

"You two live around here."

"Yeah. Not far." Sara laughed.

"It's nice to know someone that lives close by. Darla is too far away to just have coffee with."

"Are you seeing anyone ... romantically?" Julie asked longingly.

"I've been through a few since he left me ... last one, well, she chickened out as time got close."

"For her amputation?"

"Yeah. She was going to do her leg above the knee, just the single amputation. She had talked about it online with me, then on the phone. She moved in and we enjoyed each other for a few months ... my first woman. Then one day, she announced it couldn't go through with it. Hell, she had even scheduled the amputation with Janet. I know I won't find anyone that really shares my feelings to live with."

Connie massaged the end of one stump with one hand as she stopped talking. The hand slid a short distance along the inside of the thigh dragging the hem of the dress with it. "All of this talk ... just makes me so horny for an amputation," she said. "I need a fix in a big way."

"Tell me about it." Julie laughed. "I have a feeling if I were around Darla very long, I'd just be a torso in no time."

"I met a woman in Europe. She was like that by the time she was thirty-eight. Carla was her name. She was so lovely. She lived with her mother who had a mild case of this. Carla and April. I'd almost forgotten them. April is missing one leg ... after a few amputations. It's about mid-thigh. She wears a prosthetic leg so she can tend to Carla's needs better. Me, I'd never have a stump for long enough to be fitted." She chuckled.

-

"I'm Jim. How can I help you?" A woman with just one arm walked past and into the office. He watched her from the corner of his eye.

"Connie, from the wheelchair place, sent us. We'd like to buy a van with a ramp for a powered wheelchair," Julie said. "For me," she added as he glanced along her body ending at the missing foot with seeming interest.

"I bet we can find something you'd like. New or Used?"

"New. I'd like to buy this soon ... the sooner the better."

The woman walked towards them and stopped beside Jim. "Hey." Her voice was soft and pleasing, like her appearance. "I'm Brenda." She extended her only hand and she shook with Sara then Julie. She quipped to Jim, "My turn." He walked away while looking over his shoulder at the three women.

Sara gave her a quick study - early thirties, tall, long bare legs, great face, and long black hair. The sleeveless blouse hid nothing of the short stump of her left arm. The plunging neckline revealed much of her cleavage. The short skirt and high heal shoes accented her shapely bare legs.

"Something recent?" Brenda asked Sara as she finished her own study. "Mine's a few years old, a little carelessness." She giggled.

"It becomes you," Sara cooed. "You're very lovely." Her eyes continued to rape the woman.

Julie was still deep in study then suddenly replied, "It's been a short while for me. As I told Jim, I want to buy a new van with a ramp and space for a powered wheelchair. I'm having surgery soon, the other foot."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Both feet?"

Julie coughed to clear her throat as she considered what to say. "A little hard to talk about ... you know."

Brenda glanced at each woman then at Sara's new stump, and then at Julie's bare stump extending below the cuff of the jean pants leg. "Listen, it doesn't matter. I was just trying to make conversation."

"No, no. We do need to buy the van. I hope you won't think ill of us, but...." Julie stuttered the words and fumbled her thoughts.

Sara picked up. "We live together. She's a little overwhelmed. I mess up and my hand is amputated, then she learns she's going to lose the other foot ... a progressive thing she seems to have."

"Oh," Brenda said, as she continued to stare at Julie. Her voice sounded confused. "Being an amputee isn't so bad." She cupped her stump and rubbed the end. "Hey, I'm okay being this way and my girlfriends thinks I'm hot." She laughed. "It makes it all okay."

"Look, let me explain...."

"No need." Brenda stepped closer to Sara, their bodies almost touching. "Great stump," she muttered under her breath.

"Yours too." Their breath bathed the other's face seductively.

Brenda stepped back and looked towards Julie. "We've got several new vans in stock that I can show you."

-

"Ah, geez. Look at her foot away from her leg. I'm almost orgasmic," Julie said as they watched the video of Darla's foot amputation."

Sara rubbed between her thighs with her arm stump. "The bones...."

"Man, oh man." Julie's hips rocked and bounced in excitement and she rubbed between her thighs. "She's sewing up the stump."

"I can't believe she's so casual holding her own severed foot."

Julie laughed then nibbled some popcorn. "Stick the next one in."

Sara popped the DVD out and put in one labeled 'Darla - Knee'. "Bet this is where she goes above the knee." She pushed the play button and settled next to Sara. "How long till you get this far?" She groaned under her breath in mild disgust.

"Watching this is fantastic. God, I thought for sure I was the only one. Now know about Darla, Gene, and Connie. It didn't sound like Brenda was part of the club."

"Nah. I think she had it done, but she it was a one time thing. Still, she was quite lovely. Great body too."

-

"You're doing fine," Janet told Julie as she dragged the scalpel though the flesh just above where the stump had ended. She dabbed at the small amount of blood. She looked up at the heart rate monitor then at Janet's face. Behind the mask, she smiled then made another pass with the blade.

Sara and Connie watched though the window of the small operating room in Janet's house. "I've been on that table so many times," Connie whispered. "The wheelchair should be here next week. I put in a rush order."

"The van should be ready by then." She reached her arm stump out and rested it on Connie's shoulder. "She's obsessing about this," Sara mumbled trying to hide her disgust.

"Me too." She pulled her skirt up slightly and reached underneath.

The sound of the saw was loud as it cut though the first bone. There was a short pause, then though the second one. She began light strokes with a file to smooth the severed edges of bone.

"Almost done now, ready to close the stump up," Janet told Julie.

"Ah-h, ah-h," Connie moaned loudly as she continued to finger herself and the orgasm started. "Oh god-d." The skirt now up to her waist, her fingers flew. "Je-sus-s. That's so hot ... look at...." She watched like a young man looking at a pole dancer. Her body shook and quivered. "Ah-h," she roared as the orgasm peaked. The other hand gripped the armrest of her wheelchair so she would not lose her balance and fall out of it. "Oh-h, oh."

Janet wrapped bandages around the new stump and glanced towards Julie's face. "Congratulations."

"Thanks. When my wheelchair comes, I'll be back for the other foot."

"I'll be here. Most people at least wait for the stump to heal before doing something else." She giggled. "Not everyone."

-

Julie's legs no longer ended with feet. The hem of her white pants dangled just past the end of her legs, the left leg shorter by a few inches than the right. She sat in her powered wheelchair in the food court of the mall and comfortably crossed the left leg over the right and let the lower part swing slowly back and forth. She took another bite of hamburger. Her black blouse conformed pleasingly to her body and was unbuttoned enough to reveal a hint of cleavage.

"Amputation is sex," she said as she swallowed the bite. "The stump is both the afterglow and the foreplay." It was one of her favorite thoughts, one that had overtaken her life in uncontrollable ways.

Connie sat in her wheelchair on the same side of the rectangular table and sipped at a glass of ice tea then dipped a fry into some ketchup. Her dress draped past the long stumps of her thighs. She shifted one leg and reached down to scratch at the end of it.

"I already feel a need to go back and have a little more off," Julie said.

"This is the longest I've waited. I don't what's going on." She giggled. "Anyway, I think it's time. I've called Janet. Just another inch on the left stump, just enough to hear the saw and have it sewn up."

"An inch? I did two, the second time on my left leg."

"Can't do much each time, otherwise I won't have any left." She laughed. "What would I do then? I get my best orgasms right afterwards ... for the first few months."

Julie dabbed at a tear forming in one eye. "Sara and I had a huge fight over this. I knew she wasn't obsessive about this like I am, but she did have her hand off ... and talk to me about my feelings. Once we found Janet and I had the next two amputations, well our relationship became strained." She wiped at the tears again. "God, a real surgeon, so willing to help." She sighed. "Sara talked often about being rid of both hands ... I know that was all she wanted to have amputated. I was okay with that." She sniffed and wiped at her face. "She's not coming back."

"Oh dear."

"I think she's seeing Brenda. Maybe it's for the best. We were clearly heading in different directions ... my feet, this whole progressive ... amputation thing. This is really who I am. When Janet was amputating my other foot ... it was so electric. I feel alive for the first time. I thought I would, now I know."

Julie reached over and took Connie's hand then squeezed it lovingly.

"I know. Its destroyed things in my life like relationships and friendships ... I don't care."

They turned their wheelchairs to face each other. "I've waited so long to do this, now I can't bare to wait for the next time." She straightened her left leg and rested the end in Connie's lap. "I want to race ahead, catch up to you."

"Take your time and enjoy ... no, savor each and every time." She rested a hand on the stump and caressed it. Julie closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, then lowered her leg. Connie spoke. "I regret I did not go slower with my second leg. I did it about midway the first time. I knew after a short time that I'd made a mistake not starting near the ankle as you did. I missed out, on two or three surgeries." She wiped at her eye to make sure the forming tear did not show.

"You're sweet to share that with me."

"No darling, you are the sweetheart ... you bring so much joy to my life." Connie squeezed Julie's hand and looked softly into her eyes. "Maybe if...." She became silent.

"If Sara doesn't come back? Yeah, I think that would be nice for us to do. It's something I've caught myself thinking about. I need to give this some thought."

"Sure."

-

Julie sat in the darkened living room on the dark brown, leather loveseat. Mellow jazz music floated through the room.

"Sara? It's Julie. I need to talk."

"We can make this simple. I can't be with you."

"Cause I did the other foot?"

"All of that is just more than I can handle. You keep the van, the chair, and I'll put more money in your account to take you though a few years. I want the house back. You can have a month to find a new place."

"It's best. It was good knowing you."

"Yes. We'll each find people more in tune with our needs."

"Are you at Brenda's?"

As she listened to the dial tone, she took a deep breath then hung the phone up. She pulled a leg underneath her and rubbed the folded knee while enjoying the feel of the footless leg against her hip. She pulled the other leg beneath her and draped the skirt over the knees.

"Makes me so-o tingly inside," she whispered aloud.

Both hands rubbed the knees then she pulled an arm inside her blouse and let the sleeve hang empty.

"What WILL it be like, to be this way ... someday?"

The single hand picked up the phone and her thumb pressed buttons. "Hey, it's Julie." She listened to Connie's welcoming words. "Listen, I just spoke with Sara. It's over."

"Sorry, I know you cared for each other."

"Yeah. You know, I'm relieved. I never thought I'd say that about her. I'm sitting here with both legs folded under me and an arm tucked inside my blouse like a triple amputee ... like I'll be someday."

"That excites me."

"I was hoping it would. I was trying to be suggestive."

"I'm sitting here naked touching my stumps, wishing I wasn't alone. Would you like to spend the night?"

"Uh-huh," she whispered while nodding her head. "Stay naked. I'll be over in half an hour."

-

"Do you think it's big enough?" Connie teased as she bounced naked on the king sized bed, her breasts moving pleasantly with each bounce. "I see Janet next week for my next trim ... the left one." She fondled the stump lovingly. "For you, two inches." She giggled, and then watched Julie undress.

Julie let her lips brush Connie's lips and each felt the passion rise, quickly becoming uncontrollable. She broke free from the deep kiss. "It's more than just a fuck."

"Uh-huh. If that's all it is, it's okay. I need your touch ... but yeah, it'll be much more than that."

She massaged between her thighs as she kissed across a breast making the nipple swell. "Without arms, we'd have to use our lips." She kissed down into the valley and up the side to the other nipple then rolled it between her lips.

"Oh-h, kiss me everywhere." She lifted a stump and rubbed it against her. "Kiss the end."

Both hands wrapped around the soft end and puckered the skin. Lips pecked through the indentations, across pale scars, and then French kissed the valleys as she squeezed tighter.

"Oh god-d, no ones done that." Her hand felt her wetness and a finger dove deep inside. "Ah-h," she roared. "You're a keeper." The finger flew and moisture drained along her thigh. "Ah-h," she moaned loudly.

"I can't wait to kiss it with the sutures in it, after the next time."

"Oh god-d, oh god-d, yeah," she began.

"Then we can do your other stump and have two fresh incisions."

"Ah-h, yeah-h."

"I can put fresh bandages on them."

"Oh-h baby-y."

"I can remove the sutures for you."

"Ah-h." Her hand continued to pump. "Ah-h." She bucked and thrust her hips against her fist. "Yeah-h. Then we can do more on your left leg. Make it a bunch shorter than the right."

Julie French kissed the stump and inhaled the fragrance from the action nearby. A hand traveled along the inside of the thigh and a finger dug into the skin near the top. "When its this short...."

"Oh god-d, oh god-d. It's boiling hot. My pussy is on fire. I'm so close." Her fingers flew. "Yeah-h, there. Oh-h god-d." Both stumps spread wide as if trying to split her body up the middle. "Ah," she sighed. "Ah." She began to relax.

"I can't wait for your next trim. Next week, you said."

Connie gasped as she struggled to catch her breath. "Uh-huh. I can see us living together will cause some conflicts. I mean ... I know I have to do this in stages or I'll run out of parts to amputate. The same for you."

"Yeah. It's just such a turn-on to talk about it. I know we need to go slow with the actual thing. Is that okay ... just to talk and tease?"

"Just so we are together."