A Perfect Fit (Story, Amputees, Auto-fellatio, Futa/Female)

Story by Luvbster

​CHAPTER 3 IS UP

Hey guys, been a while. Had some ideas rattling around in my head, and one of them finally leaked out. Hope I'm not too rusty. Like everything I've ever done, it's got a bit of a slow start and some focus on character first. Definitely kinky too, I promise.

If you're worried, there's no violence/gore, just people living with disabilities. Hope I did alright with that.

Everything hurt. Her thighs burned from squatting, her abs hurt from crunching, her feet hurt from running, her neck hurt from stretching, her arms hurt from… she had no idea. That part still made absolutely no sense, no matter how much they explained it to her. The was no damn reason for there to be pain from a part of your body that you no longer had.

Sitting against the wall of the gym in her sweat-soaked workout clothes, she glared at her shoulders, and their total failure to have arms. She remembered having nice arms, with nice hands, ending in nice fingers. They were dexterous and limber, and enjoyed by more than a few people. She’d been complimented many times on her back massages.

Now, she had stumps. Pathetic, little stumps, too small to even hang a prosthetic arm on. Just barely enough to qualify as shoulders. They helped her bra stay on, but were otherwise totally useless. She gave a sad little shrug: the extent of her available body language.

“Jamie! C’mon, get up!” a man across the gym hollered at her.

She glared at him. Times like these, there were certain gestures she really missed being able to perform. “I’m just resting, Trevor!”

“You can rest when you’re dead!” Trevor took his role as a physical therapist very seriously. His long, blond hair and goatee was more surfer-dude than professional trainer though. “Now get over here!”

“I can rest when you’re dead, too,” Jamie muttered under her breath as she struggled to her feet. Barely two months had passed since the accident, and things as simple as standing up were still awkward as hell. With no hands to push with, she had to sort of roll to one side, then back into a crouch. Her thighs protested mightily, but she wasn’t about to let Trevor have the satisfaction of hearing her complain again.

Standing, she couldn’t help but glance at her reflection. She didn’t really want to, but half of the damn gym’s walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. She was a little on the tall side, with some decent curves and a pretty face. Her normally shoulder-length, dark-red hair and long bangs were currently matted to her head with sweat. More than once, she’d been told that she had ‘legs for miles’, but that had never been as true as it was now. With no arms to distract the view, she looked even taller and leggier than ever. She thought she’d make a nice mannequin for displaying pants.

Sighing, Jamie walked unsteadily over to the man, surrounded by a half-dozen differently-abled people with whom she had varying levels of familiarity. John was missing a foot. He still had both hands, so she didn’t have much in the way of pity for him. Yvette was nice enough, short just one arm a bit below the elbow. She was learning to use a hook that could grip things when she moved her other shoulder a certain way, which was awkward, but still something Jamie could envy a little bit. Damion was dumb and could go right to hell, thank you very much. Dan had a thing with his back, she couldn’t remember what it was called, but he couldn’t stand up properly; his parts all worked, just not well. He smiled at Jamie every day, so she smiled back. Patricia…

Patricia should’ve been the most pitiable of all. Total quadriplegic; couldn’t move a thing below her neck. Couldn’t feel a thing below her neck. Couldn’t walk, couldn’t clap, couldn’t even sit up without being strapped to her motorized chair. Hell, she couldn’t even have sex. She should be miserable, but she wasn’t. She was honestly, genuinely happy with her lot in life. And her boyfriend.

Every single meeting that Patty was there, so was her boyfriend. Always loving, always supportive, always smiling. He took care of her and gave her space when she needed. Patty even bragged about how he had been working out so he could hold her up and slow dance around the living room. She was the perfect example of optimism and love conquering all.

God Jamie hated them. They were supposed to be all in the same boat, supporting and relating and commiserating with each other, but except for Damion they were all doing better than Jamie. It wasn’t fair, and she very much did not appreciate them rubbing her face in it every week.

“Today, Jamie!” Trevor called. Jamie started grumbling as she picked up the pace a little, earning a chu

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