So, far DeviantArt has been the best place for me to post art and find art. Sadly, the is a lot of AI stuff there. Too much.
Tumblr seems like it has less AI but has tons of bots. And it’s also hard to find art since it’s not a dedicated art site.
Pixiv has a lot of AI stuff and a lot of Japanese stuff that I can’t read. Text is also limited for posts so I can’t post stories. It is probably the second best compared to DeviantArt as Pixiv doesn’t have a place to store artwork. That gives DeviantArt extra points.
Reddit seems like it is good for posting but a community I was in requires images to be posted from Imgur which is inconvenient. Also, individual artists don’t really have a gallery. Like Tumblr, it is not an artists place.
Twitter is also another one of those places that was not built for artists but artists use it. I posted there with no engagement. I was looking for art and just found terrible toxic comments. Horrible place.
None of these places are perfect but I think I will go with Pixiv and DevianatArt the most because those places are meant for artists.
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Hi everyone. I draw amputee girl art and usually I post stories with them too. I am looking for some people to write some stories with me
I have 5 artworks that need stories. They were all part of the 33 day Guro challenge. Comment or DM if you are able to write any of these stories. I will send the illustrations to you for reference. Unfortunately, I cannot pay you with money, but I can pay you in art. You can request whatever art you want from me but just know that there is a chance I will not be able to do it.
Mecha girl with pink hair: she is a quadruple amputee and has her limbs replaced with robot arms. On her last mission, she is wounded badly, becoming sterile as a result of her injuries. (WRITE about this girl’s last mission and grappling with her wounds)
She was once an idol girl but due to bone cancer, she lost all of her limbs. She is very ill and in her last stage of cancer, going out with a wig that replicates her hair and an oxygen tank. She goes on stage for the last time with her band to give one last show to the fans before her death. (WRITE about this girl’s last show)
Armless Conjoined twins: one is a goth and confident while the other is reserved and an intellectual. They don’t like each other very much and clash on everything—-clothes, food, shoes. WRITE about how these two girl’s clashing personalities interact with each other.
Triple amputee girl is struggling and is ashamed of her amputations. She does not handle it very well and uses s*lf h*rm to cope. WRITE about her struggles and experiences.
This girl would do anything for her boyfriend. He wanted her to become a quadruple amputee so she agreed to do the surgery. Now that she is back at home, he is completely in command of her body. He ties her up and plays with her like a doll. WRITE about her amputations and how her boyfriend has fun with her at home.
33 Day Guro Challenge Day 5 - Mask/Covered Eyes/Covered mouth
Kiera Hadley
Right after her 18th birthday, Kiera contracted a terrible infection that sent her into a coma. During this time, the infection stole her arms and part of legs, requiring amputations while she was asleep. A month later, she woke up to a completely new world, one without arms and part of her legs.
Most of the doctors believed that because her arms were amputated so high and because she had no feet that she wouldn’t be able to have much independence once she got home.
It was then that Kiera found this sudden determination to prove them wrong. While others may have struggled to get out of bed, Kiera was determined to get up every day and practice walking with her prosthetics. She fell a lot due to her lack of balance due to lack of arms, but she always got back up, never crying.
The doctors saw her determination and suggested another prosthetic for her. The leg prosthetic had a big toe that moved when she bended her knee, giving her the ability to pick up things. Soon enough, Kiera was feeding herself and dressing herself too.
Kiera eventually got home and wore her prosthetics every day. Kiera hated having her mother wash her in the shower so Kiera learned how to shower by herself. She also learned to use the toilet by herself.
She hated help from others and loved being independent. She saw armless girls online driving and wondered if she could do that. By her 19th birthday, her life had mostly returned to normal. She hung out with many friends like nothing happened and even had a loving boyfriend. For her 19th birthday, her parents gifted her running blades. Kiera was thrilled and decided to try them out right then and there. Her friends insisted on helping her put them on, but Kiera wanted to do it herself.
After 20 minutes of trying, Kiera got them on and jumped in happiness. She went over to her parents and hugged them with her arm stumps.
“Anyone wanna go on a jog with me?” Kiera asked. “I really wanna try these new legs out.”
All of her friends agreed to go, even the ones who hated running. As soon as Kiera got on the road, she was running. After a year of constant adapting, she was used to her new body and did not struggle at all with the running blades.
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11 years later at the age of 30, life as a quadruple amputee was completely normal for Kiera. She had fewer accidents in the bathroom and while walking. She had also proposed to her boyfriend, a bold move considering the man is usually the one to propose.
She was in the peak physical condition of her life with a full set of abs and powerful legs for running. Kiera had been training to run a marathon. She refused to compete in the disabled category and registered herself as anyone else.
She was just about a professional athlete at this point in her life with a coach, fans, and fan club accounts on social media. Photos of Kiera circulated around the internet many drooling at the athletic condition of her body contrasted to her clear lack of limbs.
At her first marathon, however, there was a dark secret waiting for Kiera after the race. Many people thought that she was a freak and saw an opportunity to use her. Her coach secretly detested her and was also jealous of her since her coach had never had this athletic opportunity. Her coach believed that Kiera only was able to become a professional athlete because of her disability and not her skill. But the job made good money so she didn’t care.
Before the race, Kiera was popular amongst the news stations, all of them asking her questions, some of them a little uncomfortable.
“How do you feel about not having feet?”
“I don’t have to worry about tripping on my laces!”
“Do you wish that you had arms?”
“I’m happy with the life I have right now so no.”
Kiera eventually called off the interviews as she wanted to save her energy for the race and not waste it on interviews. Kiera started at the front of the pack, easily keeping up with everyone else. She had done the marathon multiple times in training, only being unable to complete it once. Based on her times, Kiera believed that she could place somewhat high in the race. But what she was most unsure about was whether or not she would be able to win a medal or not.
The disabled athletes had taken off first, competing in their own category with the men going second and women third. Many were surprised to see Kiera participating amongst the able-bodied people many turning their heads to see her. But as people turned their heads, she just passed them without a single glance.
Eventually, the top women caught up to the men. The men in the back snarled as they saw the elite women pass them. Some of the men were rude to the women and called them names. Kiera was the one who was bullied the most.
“Run peg legs! Run! Don’t fall!”
“Look at that freak go!”
The words hurt, Kiera tuned them out the best she could.
“Turn the music up,” she requested her phone which sent the volume up in her earbuds blocking out all other noise. Kiera had never been bullied like this in a race before. Her legs weren’t peg legs as those were stiff. She realized she’d never been in a race that separated men and women like this so she was mostly around the elite athletes who admired her.
At mile 20, Kiera started to break not physically but mentally. She was reminded of the words that the other runners called her and the fatigue made her believe they were true. Tears rolled down her cheek, but her stride did not falter.
“Play my Angry Amputee Girl playlist,” Kiera requested to her phone. This was the playlist that she played back when she was 18 and first had her limbs removed. These were the times where she struggled to use the bathroom, wetting herself instead or when she dropped something while using her prosthetics. Kiera came back from this mental hump stronger and faster.
The music beat fast in her ear. She heard Melody Parker screaming at the top of her lungs in song, screaming about how her lack limbs doesn’t mean she’ll keep going on. As the race neared the end, Kiera saw people on the side of the road pointing at her. Young girls were waving at her in admiration so Kiera did her best to wave back with her small arm stumps. She turned the music down so she could hear people’s cheers.
She heard her friends cheer, “We love you Kiera!”
“Marry me Kiera!” yelled a devoted fan.
Kiera soaked it all in. Sadly, her fiance wasn’t here because he was on a business trip, but Kiera was still happy to see everyone else.
Then, an angry fan threw a cowboy hat onto the road, and because Kiera wasn’t looking, she tripped and fell. She laid there for a few seconds and watched as girls passed her. Kiera’s body was frozen, not having fallen down like that while on prosthetics for a while. Her knees were bruised, but she was determined to get back up.
“Kiera!” yelled one of her friends who was also in the race.
“Help me!” yelled Kiera who was rolling around try to get up with no use due to her lack of arms. The adrenaline didn’t help either. She had fallen a year ago and was able to quickly get up. But since it’d been a year since she’d fallen, she struggled. Her friend sprinted over and helped her back up. “Shit. I think 9 girls passed me.”
When Kiera got up she made a mad-dash for the finish line. She was trying to make up for the girls who passed her.
“Look at the freak run!”
“She looks like a 10 but the lack of limbs makes her a 3.”
“Why is she running? She should know she’s not better than everyone else.”
Kiera only saw herself pass 2 other girls. She was exhausted and disappointed in herself. She heard people in the crowd talking smack about her and somehow could only hear their words. Kiera felt like she was going to throw up, especially after running that fast after running for so long.
On the loudspeaker, an announcement was made. “We have our first place winner for the women’s 30-39 category, Kiera Hadley!”
“That freak actually won?”
“Thinks she cheated?”
A teenage girl came up to Kiera and placed the medal on her.
“You’re my hero!” the girl said as she placed the medal on Kiera’s neck. “I’m glad I was the one to place the medal on you.” These words moved Kiera. Somehow, after all that bullying, these words still stuck out.
As the girl walked away, the words of the bullies came back. “Hey! Come back!” Kiera said to the girl who turned around in shock, almost scared of what Kiera was going to ask for. “Give me a hug.”
The girl was thrilled and wrapped her arms around Kiera while Kiera wrapped her legs and arms stumps around the girl.
“What’s your name?”
“Cindy. I’m just a volunteer here and a super big fan of yours.”
“Thank you, Cindy. I’ll always remember you.”
“I’ll always remember you too.”
The girl walked away and Kiera was again left vulnerable to the world around her. Kiera was waiting for her friend, but she never came.
“Look! The freak’s all by herself now!”
“Did you have a good race, peg legs?”
Kiera was all alone and without her friend. She was also looking for her coach who was nowhere to be seen. Kiera just wanted some alone time so she went to the locker room. With her mouth, she opened her locker and found all of her stuff. Her friends had dropped off her car and her purse. Kiera was all alone in the locker room which she was happy about.
She decided to take a shower to cool herself off and to reflect on her run. She removed her prosthetics and walked off to the shower with her stumps. She quickly removed her clothes with her leg stumps and mouth, leaving her medal and clothes right outside of the shower. She spent around ten minutes in the shower cooling off. She didn’t wash herself since she would be getting back into dirty clothes so she spent some time soaking in the water. She dried herself with a towel and put her clothes back on along with her medal. She was refreshed and ready to go back into the outside world.
When Kiera came back, she saw a gang of boys looking at her.
“Hello? Is there something you needed? This is the girl’s locker room.”
“There is. Get that bitch, boys!”
“What the?” A boy tackled Kiera to the ground. “Help! Help!”
“You got the gag and blindfold?”
“Sure do!”
The boys stuffed a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Kiera was usually very flexible but without her vision, she couldn’t use her stumps.
“Take it all! This freak doesn’t need all this shit.”
“Where’s the phone?”
“In her pocket.”
“Strip her and give her a good fucking. Take the medal too.”
The boys stripped Kiera of all her clothes rather brutally, taking her medal and tearing off her clothes.
“Damn! These are some expensive clothes!”
“You shouldn’t have torn them!”
“Give her a good fucking.”
The boys threw Kiera on the ground and inserted themselves into Kiera’s pussy. It was both satisfying and humiliating. Kiera muttered, “Help!” But the gag stopped her from being heard.
“Kiera?” a voice called. It was the voice of her coach. Kiera was excited to see her savior. The boys were about to make a run for it, but they wanted to continue fucking Kiera. The coach spotted them.
“Oh I see. Go about your business boys,” the coach said as she walked away. Kiera was confused. She thought she’d get out of this but to no avail. After a 10 minutes of rough-housing, the boys made a run for it, and Kiera was left gaged and blindfolded on the ground. She could only breathe through her nose which was difficult after running a heavy race.
No one else used the locker room instead keeping their items at the bag check.
Kiera had lost just about everything. She lost her designer bag, she lost her car, she lost her wallet, she lost her medal, her phone, her prosthetics and most of all, she lost her pride. She was humiliated, laying on the floor, naked, blindfolded, and gagged.
Outside, her friends assumed Kiera had left because her car was gone. They all went home, expecting Kiera but freaking out when she wasn’t there. They tried calling her, but she didn’t answer.
By the time evening came around, Kiera was nowhere in sight, and Kiera’s friends were worried. Local authorities were contracted and so was the marathon organizers.
A whole search was conducted for Kiera by her friends, going to places they knew she liked, trying to spot her car. Race volunteers rushed back to the scene looking for her.
The girl Cindy before went with her friend Georgia who was a somewhat popular live streamer. Hoping to get some views, Georgia streamed the search.
“Hey friends!” Georgia exclaimed in a cheerful influencer voice. “We just finished volunteering for a marathon, and Kiera Hadley is missing! We’re searching for her because we love her, and this girl here met her today!”
Cindy’s voice flushed red when the camera panned to her. She wasn’t as confident as her friend but waved.
“This girl here got a hug from that girl legend! Isn’t that right, Cindy?”
“Y-yeah! She’s my hero so I’m glad that I got to meet her.”
“Perf! We’ve been assigned to look in the women’s locker room but I doubt we’ll find her there because nobody uses the locker room.”
Cindy and Georgia headed over to the locker room.
“Hello? Anybody in here?” asked Georgia. “Nothing? Okay! Next place!”
However, Cindy heard something. It wasn’t a voice but it was a muffled sound.
“Georgia!” said Cindy. “We have to actually look here! I heard something sort of sound in here!”
“Cindy, you want to meet Kiera again, right? If we look everywhere! There’s a chance that we might actually find her and meet her again! We don’t have time to look around in this dark locker room and besides, the viewers!”
Cindy flips on a light switch. “No longer dark, is it?”
“Fine, I’ll stay, but I’m not searching. You are.”
———
While Cindy checked every aisle, Georgia stayed at the entrance and streamed Geometry dash.
However, Cindy found and was shocked. Her legs could barely keep her up, and she was almost in a panic attack. Kiera’s body was actually really beautiful. Her breasts looked tender and her muscles were toned. Cindy noticed that Kiera had some pubic hair and then suddenly, wasn’t as ashamed of her own.
“Georgia? I think I found her!”
Kiera’s ears perked up. The two girls had actually been searching for her this whole time. Suddenly, Kiera recognized the voice and was completely humiliated. The girl who loved her so much now saw her in this state, broken.
“Friends, we found her!” cheers Georgia who pans the camera to Kiera.
“Turn off the stream, Georgia! You’re going to get banned! And plus! Kiera doesn’t want images like this to be circulating around the internet!”
Georgia refuses and takes a close up of Kiera. “This is how we found Kiera in the locker room! Gagged, naked, and blindfolded!”
The views began to increase. Kiera realized what was happening and began to freak out, standing up on her stumps and try to say something. Cindy snatched the phone out of Georgia’s hands and instinctively, slammed it to the ground.
“WHAT THE HELL CINDY?”
“We’re going to help, her okay? I can’t get the gag off!”
“Do you have scissors?” Georgia muttered angrily.
Cindy found some scissors in her bag. She first cut off the blindfold, seeing Kiera’s beautiful eyes, squinting at the light. And then, she cut off the ball gag, Kiera finally breathing.
People started to gather round Kiera, with EMS arriving to take her to the hospital. Police dogs sniffed the scene and collected swabs from the surroundings. In the ambulance, Kiera’s best friend and a police officer road with her.
Before Kiera left, she had one thing to say to Cindy. “You’re my hero. Message me on Instagram and let’s be friends,” suggested Kiera.
Cindy was in awe and so excited. “You’re still my hero, Kiera!” Cindy exclaimed as she waved off Kiera. Kiera waved her arm stump and took off in the ambulance.
After running a marathon being raped and having her stuff stolen, there was still a bright side. There was Cindy who seems to admire her no matter what. Kiera was rather disgusted of how her nudes from that night would circulate around the internet and almost felt like this would be the end to her running career.
However, Kiera almost felt a responsibility to continue despite the bullies. She felt a responsibility for Cindy to continue on. Cindy was 16 acted so mature in that situation unlike her friend. Kiera always thought about selling nudes but realized that the world was not worthy enough for it. Except for her fiance and Cindy. Of course, Cindy was still underage, but Kiera already began imagining of compiling an album of nudes to send to Cindy once she turned 18.
Something also awoke in Cindy that night. She had little romantic interests in either sex, but when she saw Kiera’s helpless body on the ground, something awoke in her.
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2 years later
Cindy and Kiera quickly became great friends over time. Within a month, Kiera quickly turned her life back over, getting a new and better car along with her phone and running blades.
At school, Cindy was always nervous around girls especially the athletic ones. There was also a girl with a prosthetic leg that she felt like going out with but she was too shy.
The day after Cindy’s 18th birthday, Kiera and her had a chat.
“It was the day after my 18th birthday that I got the infection that made me lose my limbs,” reminisces Kiera. “Thankfully, it seems like you’re okay.”
“Yes. I’m very grateful.”
“And since you’re an adult now, I have something I want to give you, and something I want to ask of you. I’ve been creating nudes for the past two years and been collecting them in an album right here just for you.“
Cindy’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that. “For me? Th-thanks!”
“And I need your help. I want to recreate the image that your friend streamed 2 years ago. But this time, I’ll be upright. Sort of like a symbol of my growth and ability to overcome that incident.”
“S-sure!”
Kiera removed all of her clothes, and had Cindy gag and blindfold her. Kiera was on her knees and instead of laying down, she was upright and almost strong. Cindy snapped some pictures, and Kiera was happy.
“This’ll show the world who I am. Sure, they can spread humiliating pictures around of me, but who wants to do that when I’m doing it myself?”
Kiera posted the image wherever she could and even got it into some sex magazines. The world was stunned, and her image grew even more popular than the original.
Kiera was strong and had overcome everything in her way.
Before the accident, Seraphina was a pretty innocent girl. Her parents were protective of her and prevented her from consuming any dirty media. She always dressed in pink and was well-behaved.
However, all that changed when Seraphina was in an accident. Although an innocent girl, Seraphina was a reckless driver. On the occasions where she was late, she didn’t wear her seatbelt but eventually got by.
One time, Seraphina was driving on highway without her seatbelt. She was lost and was using her phone to navigate herself. When she checked her phone for the exit, she rear ended into a pickup truck, Seraphina went flying out her car onto oncoming traffic.
The doctors could only salvage a single arm which was fortunately her dominant hand. Seraphina’s líscense was revoked as she had no legs and was reckless. In court, the judge decided that Seraphina’s limb loss was adequate punishment for her recklessness.
Seraphina was no longer independent requiring assistance from friends everywhere she went. Sometimes, Seraphina would use a wheelchair while sometimes would walk on her stumps. As punishment, the judge decided to prohibit Seraphina from prosthetics for 10 years, and prohibited her from driving for 15 years. She would have her wheelchair revoked or face prison time if she was caught again without a seatbelt.
Seraphina felt pathetic around her friends, being pushed around and carried. On the streets, she was always shorter than them. She wanted to do something to make herself at their level. She noticed her friend had a little tattoo, and Seraphina then knew what to do.
Seraphina’s first tattoos were some leaves, and then she became obsessed. She went in for hours to get blackout tattoos that filled her entire body. She also noticed other body mods the tattoo artists had. Seraphina took it upon herself to get as many piercings as she possibly could and also had her tongue split.
Around town, Seraphina was no longer the weakling in the wheelchair. She was know the gangster in a wheelchair. When going out with drink with friends at bars, Seraphina was always in control of the room. People were scared of her, believing she was a gang member injured in a fight but who carried on.
Many were surprised to see that Seraphina got her tattoos only after her amputations. However, Seraphina did sometimes lie to people and exaggerate her story just for fun. Seraphina’s tattoos and body modifications made up for the lost limbs. People were less patronizing to her, and tattoos just about cancelled out the disability.
Serephina disliked people feeling bad for her and the tattoos made them less sympathetic. The tattoos also made Seraphina more confident. Sometimes, she would push her wheelchair by herself and be able to do transfers by herself.
When she first recovered from the accident, Serephina was nervous about her body, covering it with baggy clothes. In the wheelchair, she always had shoes at the footrests even to create an illusion that she was just paralyzed.
After the tattoos, Serephina was much more confident, wearing tighter and shorter clothes. She wanted to show her tattoos as much as possible since she was proud of them. During winter, she would wear crop tops and shorts to show off. The lack of legs and an arm made her body much easier to regulate.
At home, she was usually naked, confident in her natural state. She always enjoyed looking her tattoos and taking pictures. She even started an account to show off her body.
When Seraphina went down to eat or talk with her family, she would just drape a blanks over herself to cover her private parts. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t need a blanket, but her brothers freaked out the first time they saw her nude.
Serephina often performed at strip clubs with her unique body always being a highlight. She was always the center of attention. People were always impressed with her tattoos and how confident she was with her own body.
Despite the tattoos and piercings making her a new girl, the innocent girl was still inside Serephina. Serephina made it a habit to abstain from sex at the strip clubs, instead reserving it for the man she would eventually find. At home, however, Serephina made do with masturbation, especially thanks to her special adult account.
Her popularity skyrocketed with many interesting in seeing a tatted nugget play with herself with the little she had left.
Serephina may have made a big mistake before, but by living life its fullest afterwards, she was able to move on and flourish and instead become someone new.
Freesia was a streamer. Early in her career, she streamed herself playing Minecraft and Roblox, simple games that appealed to a wide audience. She developed a strong following but wanted to branch out even further. She began to livestream chess, cooking, and daily life.
People became obsessed with her. Donations began to flow in, and Freesia was able to make a living from her popularity. She discovered that she had a voice and for a year, she became an idol of some sorts until it all seemed to crash when she turned 27.
A video came out of her at Starbucks, calling a barista the F-slur. Freesia promised her fans that she had changed since that time, and she had many gay friends. However, most didn’t see it that way and Freesia’s record label and agents dropped her.
Freesia continued with streaming, struggling to make ends meet. She began setting donation goals and promising to do certain things like play a game or send out signatures or merch. Freesia soon discovered ways to take take advantage of these donation goals.
She began to sell steamy videos to those who donated certain amounts. Every $10,000, she would make a new video, and everyone who donated at least $50 would get access to the latest video. She then started to sell OnlyFans subscriptions to giving monthly access to her steamy videos.
It began mostly with her just playing with herself, but then she got the biggest stars in the scene to join her and rough-house her. The goals started to get bigger and bigger. She eventually reached $900,000 on her public account and decided that once she got to $1,000,000, she would do something special.
She created a form for fans to decide on an award for her $1,000,000 goal. The top four were:
1. Cut off a finger
2. 2 hour long sex video
3. Release of nudes to public
4. New album release with steaminess
She was surprised that the finger one made it to the top of the polls. However, many people still hated her and many of her fans had weird kinks, and so when the results came in, she went in to cut off a finger.
Now, in this day and age, amputation clinics opened up for people who wanted them for fun. She had to sign a lot of waivers and went in to get her finger removed.
All of sudden, more viewers started to come onto her streams. As the goals got bigger, every million dollars, Freesia had promised an amputation. As she worked her way up into 8 digits, she began to lose more and more freedom.
However, her life was well-paid off for, going on lots of vacations, living the best life in a mansion, and eventually having full-time caregivers. Freesia’s streams caught the entire world’s attention. Millionaires and billionaires sent in donations just so they could see Freesia lose all of her limbs. Other girls began to copy Freesia but never next to the same extent as Freesia did.
Freesia always expected that eventually she would stop, but the money was never enough. At $700,000,000, she had only her right arm left with a single finger. It was then that she had accepted her fate and became a quadruple amputee doll.
At $800,000,000, Freesia began to host large-scale events. At these events, other fellow amputee girls would be in attendance, and attendees would have the opportunity to have sex with a girl for 5 minutes. The entrance fee was $500, and the entrance ticket paid for three 5-minute sex sessions with a girl of your choice. Limbless girl queues went out of the building, and Freesia’s line was the longest. It was a challenging event because Freesia needed to maintain her charming personality throughout each session. She was in her bed for hours, and the sessions kept going and going. It went on for 12 hours until the event had to close.
Freesia never expected to get to a billion dollars on stream so she set up an extreme goal for that. She hoped to only get near to that amount and then retire before it reached that amount. She proposed to her fans that if they got her to $1,000,000,000, she would amputate her head and permanently retire five years after she reached that amount.
After that, Freesia’s popularity never waned. She continued to host many more events, always being the most popular. Often, she collaborated with her fellow quadruple amputee girls to make videos, disproving her homophobia from years ago. At the events, the girls were usually the wilder ones, sometimes heading straight for anal fisting or extreme oral sex. With quadruple amputee girls, they did some oral and Freesia’s most popular video was the one where a quad with a strap-on fucked Freesia.
Her donations eventually reached $900,000,000 and to mark this goal, Freesia promised to have free 100 sex sessions with fans. Just as this goal reached, a billionaire raced on, and began sending loads of money onto stream. He sent $10,000,000 at first. Then $50,000,000. And then to ensure he pushed her over the boundary, he sent on $100,000,000.
Freesia tried to stop donations when the billionaire got on but it was too late. Her helpless body couldn’t navigate the streaming website and the caregivers weren’t quick enough.
Freesia went on to make an announcement that she wouldn’t follow through with the billion dollar achievement, and that she would offer a refund to the billionaire, but he refused.
Freesia felt that she would live a fulfilling life for the next five years, but then tragedy began to strike. A year after the billion dollar achievement had happened, Freesia had medical issues. She was diagnosed with AIDs and also metastatic pancreatic cancer.
When Freesia announced her diagnosis of AIDs, her reputation tumbled. The media and society lost faith in her, especially since she announce that she would not follow through with the billion dollar achievement. Since the doctors had no idea when she had contracted the disease, all of her fans had to get tested.
AIDs was easily treatable but pancreatic cancer was a different story. Because she had been so busy with her sex events, she never had time to get a proper check-up. Even with her immense wealth, doctors doubted that she would make it through surgery or chemotherapy due to her weakened immune system from AIDs and the metstatizarion of the cancer.
So, Freesia decided to do something extreme. She decided to follow through on her promise. Freesia didn’t want to suffer through surgeries and medicine. Dealing with AIDs was tough enough. Freesia decided to get herself decapitateed her final live stream. She would publicly host it, and also make it available on her OnlyFans.
Interest began to focus on her again. Freesia also decided to offer a last chance for anyone who wanted to have sex with her and was willing to waiver the risk of contracting AIDs. Around 200 of her biggest fans and new people gathered around her for a week to have sex with her in her last event of that kind.
They were all satisfied and only some contracted the disease due to refusing protection.
While Freesia’s sex life was going wild, she had one kid who was mostly raised by her father since Freesia was absent most of the time. The child did not have AIDs. At 36, Freesia decided to go in for the decapitation. She felt her body getting weaker and didn’t want to wait any longer. Her daughter was only 5 years old, and didn’t quite understand her mother’s career choice. The absence of her mother seemed normal and her mother’s unique body also seemed normal.
Only one doctor was willing to go through with Freesia’s desired decapitaiton, and it came with many waivers.
In the weeks leading up to her decapitation, Freesia polled her fans on how she should appear. She asked how she should do her hair. A cute ponytail. She asked what kind of earrings she should wear. Diamonds. She asked if she should be shaved or unshaved. Shaved. But for the outfit, she decided to pick it out herself, going for a turquoise idol-like outfit. On the day of the decapitation, she decided to wear a Pride flag on her outfit to show her allegiance to them.
Family and friends gathered around Freesia in the months leading up to her decapitation. Freesia’s grandparents didn’t quite understand what she was doing or why until she went to the operating table.
At the clinic, family and friends gathered, along with a sizeable film crew, documenting everything. The surgeon began to nervously sharpen his knife. Freesia wanted a brutal death. She wanted to surgeon to saw her head off until it was completely decapitated. She wore a choker that day to indicate where he should cut her head off.
A caregiver placed Freesia on the table, and her family began to say their goodbyes, hugging, and kissing her. This lasted for 2 hours, watchers at home anxiously waiting for her death. Freesia had lobbied the streaming site into allowing her to host her death despite being clearly against the terms of services. Never the less, it would still be available on OnlyFans just in case. She also asked that photographs be taken of her once her head is completely removed, and after when her clothes are removed.
Freesia decided to make one final speech. An address to the entire world as everyone was watching her.
“For weeks, I’ve been preparing my last words and I decided that I would memorize what I would say. I wanted this to have meaning, and I feel like this would’ve lost its emotional weight if someone was holding a paper in front of me. I would like to first thank my fans for staying loyal and true. It’s been a rough ride going from music to streaming to amputations to sexwork. I really hope that you all enjoyed every bit of it even when it was rough. I had fun going in for my amputations and becoming more helpless. And I had fun playing with you guys, and I’m glad that I helped launch the careers of many amputee girls.
“I also hope you realize that amputations are a very serious thing. There are others of us out there who did not lose our limbs by choice. It’s a very serious decision to make, and I hope that my choice does not undermine your struggles. I’m grateful that my events have brought some of you financial security.
“I also want to mention my allegiance to the LBGTQ community. I pray each day that some day, society will treat you fairly and equally as any non-LBGTQ member. I am sad that I can’t live to see the day you reach this dream, but I hope that by speaking out about this and wearing this pin on my death bed that bigotry will begin to cease forever.
“Finally, I want to mention how grateful I am for this. I never thought that I would ever be a billionaire. But I also never thought that I’d have cancer. A year ago, I decided to not fight the cancer discovered in my pancreas, and instead, choose this form of assisted suicide. I am wealthy so I am grateful to have this option, but I know many of you out there don’t and have to suffer. I hope that one day, you have the opportunity to pursue this choice, and again, I am sad that I won’t get to see when you get it.
“I love everyone I’ve met. I wish I could stay longer, but I don't think there would be much for me to do. I’ve gone everyone. Met lots of people. I would probably be suffering in bed with pain meds if I decided to stay. So, I’m saying goodbye. Surgeon, you can begin. Goodbye everyone. I love you.”
Freesia smiled and looked into the camera, making eye contact with each and every viewer. With his sharpened knife, the surgeon began to dig into Freesia’s neck. Blood began to splatter everywhere. Within seconds, Freesia’s eyes lost their soul, and her jaws lost its capability to stay open, leading it to gape. Blood splattered from her mouth and dripped down. Her neck was also a bloody mess.
“Oh Freesia! I didn’t think it would end like this,” cried a grandparent.
“Whats happening to mommy?” asked her daughter.
“She’s going to a better place,” responded a caregiver.
After a few minutes of intense cutting, Freesia’s head was fully decapitated. The camera crew began to give instructions, and had the surgeon set the knife down and step away. They snapped many photos of her, documenting her body from multiple angles, even capturing observer reactions.
The stream continued. The caregivers then went to undress her. Her body was stiff, but her lack of limbs made her easy to undress. The caregiver cried her tears out, knowing this would be the last time she would be undressing this woman. The crew snapped more shots of Freesia’s body, naked and lifeless.
“Before we end the stream, we would like to give a moment of silence for our beloved Freesia.”
10 seconds passed, with the stream silent and showing Freesia’s nude body. The screen faded out and then played a memorial video of Freesia, documenting her life from childhood to present day.
Freesia’s death soon became extremely controversial with many discussions about her death floating around the country. Many rallied for assisted suicide, LBGTQ rights, and disability accommodations in her honor. Freesia’s immense wealth was spread across multiple places. A lot of it was spent to protect her family and the surgeons. Many were paid hefty sums of money to not investigate or prosecute Freesia’s death.
Freesia’s daughter and father lived out a life of immense wealth. And so did her family.
Freesia’s death video remained on the internet due to Freesia’s remaining wealth and the wealth of billionaires, lobbying companies and governments to keep it up. It quickly became the most viewed video on the internet, most humans naturally curious about if the video was real. The decapitation remained public, but the nudity was kept locked behind OnlyFans. Her OnlyFans account remained active, with many people coming in to see her photos.
She began as a streamer and ended as a martyr for what she stood for.
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People on Deviantart don’t seem to like tatted girls that much. Engagement seems to be a little slow here. Posted it yesterday. Only 5 likes. Honestly, I really loved how it turned out. The girl’s tattoos are lovely and her piercings are amazing too. Even if it bombs, I’ll still be happy with it. It’s part of a 33 Day Guro challenge. Day 4 piercings/bodymod.
Posts have been consistent as it is a daily challenge. I was hesitant to post today’s so engagement could be focused on this one but went for it anyways.
The algorithm and engagement have been weird. I made fanart of small but popular artist’s character and that shot up my engagement. I did a fanart of a character of an even more popular artist, also expecting my viewership to shoot up but that piece bombed.
My Decapitated piece has been extremely popular, receiving 31 favorites. Engagement on that piece was slow but quickly picked up. The tatted girl piece has about a day or 2 before I can confirm that it has bombed. It only has 800 views so far. By the time it reaches 1000-3000, then I can gauge if it has bombed.
I once believed my “For Dinner” piece had bombed but favorites slowly began to pick up on that one. I hope my tatted amp girl one picks up too because I believe it to be a superior piece. I theorize that cannibalism and decapitation are rare to find art of while maintaining a consistent fan base but tattoos and piercings have a bigger fan base with art easier to find. I also much prefer pictures of real tattoos over art of it. But it’s impossible to find completely tatted amputees so maybe this will fill an small niche.
I hope that posting my next piece of the 33 Day Guro challenge will not halt engagement on Tatted Pierced and Legless since it seems to be slow, only at 800 when the more successful ones reach 3k. Sadly, the fanart received 2k views and still bombed while a wounded veteran girl received 5k views but received 15 favorites despite high viewership
Thanks to the 33 Day Guro challenge, I have shot up to 103 watchers. I sent out a thank you message with little engagement. I noticed others’ posts get little engagement so I don’t feel as bad. As an artist now on Deviantart, I realize how special favorites are. Watchers are nice but to see engagement on every art piece is even nicer. A nice reward for hard work. I’ve now decided to favorite my favorite pieces for many of my favorite artists just to show my support. I often use favorites to bookmark an artist without watching them, but i also give likes to raise the spirits of artists.
Morning Jog Disaster - 33 Day Guro Challenge: Day 1 Amputation
33 Day Guro Challenge
Something a little different from the usual.
Naked versions available here: https://www.deviantart.com/stash/01l25njurf61
Sienna Frost
Sienna Frost was a college track athlete. She had gotten into the college of her dreams because she was top of the track team in high school. For Sienna, everyday was an opportunity for her to run. Unfortunately, her passions to run everyday led to her untimely demise before she could become famous.
Sienna had been going to university for a year and was making her way up the ranks of track. The 100m sprint was her forte. She also was looking into training for longer distance runs such as marathons. Every morning, she would go out into the city before class, and try to run at least 10 miles. She would try to sprint for at least a mile and if she woke up early enough, she would make it to around 30 miles. She was a monster and everyone loved her.
Most athletes struggled to get up everyday and get back on the road, but Sienna was tough. Because Sienna was such a passionate and powerful runner, Sienna figured that she could make a living from a career of running. She was above her class, and within the next year, she would probably be competing internationally. On her wall, she had medals and trophy from the past year and from high school. She was loved by many but still hated by some.
She was especially hated by a girl named Sabrina who was a senior at the time. Sabrina had worked her way up to the top and was seemingly in line to become the coach’s favorite. As athletes dropped out to instead pursue science or law, Sabrina stuck around. She was set to go on to get a career in running. Her ambitions were put to a pause when Sienna outshone Sabrina despite being younger. Sabrina’s mental health greatly declined, and she struggled to maintain good times, often partying and dealing with drugs instead of running. Sabrina eventually got into a car crash that disabled her from running anymore.
Sienna was blind to Sabrina’s trouble as she swam in a sea of bliss, running every morning and succeeding at her sport. Sienna wasn’t the smartest of her class so whenever she flunked a test, she would always go to running. In the morning, Sienna had once ran 29 miles, having gotten up at 4am, just to run. She then discovered that her English paper got 0 points. She was distraught and broken. But right as she finished all of her classes, she started running. It didn’t matter to her that she was wearing jeans and had her backpack. She needed to run. She ran 19 miles, stopping only because she remembered that there was another assignment due that day another class.
Sabrina saw Sienna on her run that day and scoffed at her believing that she was performative. Sabrina hated that girl. However, Sienna’s other teammates were amazed at her capabilities and were surprised to discover that Sienna had gone out to run because she failed a test. They just thought she was training for the next event.
Sienna didn’t think much about anything else but running which led her to struggle after her tragedy. She listened to a lot of music while she ran and developed a decent voice simply from singing to her favorite songs. With some of her more fashionable teammates, she went out to buy the most fashionable atheleticwear.
Other than that, her life was all running. Sadly, that changed on one fateful morning when Sienna had gotten up at 3:30am in the hopes of getting in a 35 mile run. Sienna had always dreamed of doing an 100-miler and hoped that one day, she’d get in shape to start running after her classes had ended and run until her classes would begin the next day.
Sabrina always waited until 3:55am for Sienna to come around a corner. With her, Sabrina had a meat cleaver that she had stolen while working in a butchery. Sabrina figured that Sienna would never be up that early so she camped out until that time and vowed to disable Sienna if she ever showed up.
Sienna did show up that day, and she was confused when she saw Sabrina. Sabrina herself was mortified that this girl was so dedicated that she got up this early. Sienna’s cheerful face made her not even want to hurt her, but Sabrina couldn’t resist.
“Sabrina? What’re you doing up this early?” asked Sienna.
“Doing what needs to be done,” mutters Sabrina as she charges at Sienna, getting Sienna’s leg first to ensure that she would never run again. Sienna screamed in pain.
“Sienna? What’re you-“ Just to be safe Sabrina, cut off Sienna’s other leg. That was all Sabrina planned to cut off, but then Sienna began to fight back. What remained of her legs dripped blood, and Sienna held on to Sabrina’s body, choking her. “What have you done?” sceamed Sienna in pain.
“Get off!” choked Sabrina. Sabrina then went for Sienna’s arms, Sienna’s helpless body plopping on the ground like a pillow. Sabrina looked back and blood was everywhere. Sabrina decided that she was next, but then realized how much more she could make Sienna suffer. If she left her here, Sienna would probably die before anyone came around. And she didn’t want that. She wanted Sienna to know what a ruined life was like.
“Help me!”
Sabrina pulled out her phone and ran away.
“Help! Don’t leave me! Help!” Sienna’s screams echoed the area but all were asleep.
Sabrina called an ambulance for Sienna which arrived just in time. However, Sabrina had slit her own throat, cut her heart, and stuck the cleaver in her head before the police could arrive to arrest her. She was found in the afternoon in a dumpster.
The medics were able to stop the bleeding, and stitch up what was left of Sienna. She was a torso with some stumps but still alive. The passion to run burned inside of her. All she could dream of was running and was only saddened when she awoke to see herself limbless.
To try to cheer her up, the nurses put on running programs on the TV. They even showed her the Paralympic’s, but sadly it made thing only worse. She saw Phoenix Suzuki running with her leg blade without any arms. If it weren’t for her single leg, Phoenix was just like Sienna. Sienna wished that she had that leg. Sienna saw all the athletes on the TV. She saw a girl named Shirley Melz who was quadruple amputee like her but had all amputations below her joints.
Sienna asked the nurses if there were any quadruple amputee runners like her. They told her no, and that the one that did try did so only as a hobby, never getting any medals of acclaim.
In bed, Sienna tried moving her stumps as if they were her legs. They were kind of fast but nothing like what she had before. It was months before Sienna got any prosthetics, and when she did, her stumps got scarred up.
The TV kept playing the track programs. Sienna noticed a girl who had leg amputations similar to her running, but she struggled, coming in second to last place. That girl smiled, but Sienna frowned. Even with the arms for balance, she still struggled.
Sienna’s university’s headmaster came to visit her one day.
“So, I assume your track career is over?” he asked.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” suggested Sienna.
“Well, even if it is, I would like to offer you to remain at our school until you finish your education,” he offered. “Even in one year, you’ve made a great impact on our school. Your smile has claimed the hearts of many athletes, and inspired many too. You are at least deserving of a stay at our school.”
“Thanks but I don’t think I can do it. I don’t want some degrees. I want to run! I’m just not sure what I want anymore but I don’t think school is it for me. I’m going to maybe start a YouTube channel and sing or maybe try out modeling. And maybe then, I can get good prosthetics for running, and I’ll at least be on my feet.”
“Of course, Sienna,” smiles the headmaster. “I expected that it might turn out this way. The offer’s open for the next year if you change your mind.”
The headmaster left, and Sienna couldn’t believe what she had said. YouTube Channel? Singing? Modeling? She didn’t even start any of that yet. All of those ambitions were just dreams. She had no YouTube channel and no agent. Not even a caregiver!
On the TV, then played a girl missing her right arm and leg singing the national anthem. Her voice was a little rough, but the performance was still beautiful. Her name was Melody Parker. Sienna was moved by the girl. For the next week, Sienna began listening to her. She was moved by the girl’s lyrics. It spoke of all the struggles she went through as a result of her amputation. The friends lost. The things she couldn’t do. Sienna vowed to sing some of that girl’s songs. But for now, all Sienna could do was dream for it wouldn’t be another week or so until she would get to head back into the outside world…
Clover Scott…chill and laid back going out for a smoke. Most men are afraid of her. She has short hair, smokes, and has a prosthetic leg that must mean that she was in some nasty accident. They fear her strength. She struts confidently with her boots, and it almost looks like she doesn’t realize she has prosthetics.
She wears a white dress, but that doesn’t fool anyone. Everyone can see that she isn’t innocent. She’s done all sorts of drugs and gotten into all sorts of trouble.
shes pretty chill but once you get into bed, she’s gonna pound you no matter what.
(Drawing of amputee girl turns into serious story)
CW: The story turned from an amputee girl origin story to a story about a boy confronting abuse from his teenage days. Be warned that there are sexual themes and moral inconsistencies that may not align with my views. Enjoy if you may. Part 2 will be a link to my Sta.sh just because of how long it is.
If anyone wants to come up with a happier story for her, feel free to do so.
PART 2:
Link to Part 2
Characters:
JADE (F)
WESTON (M)
SOPHIE (F)
TRAUMA Part 1
When Weston was in High School, he had a crush on the MVP of the girl’s soccer team, Jade. She was beautiful and had a wonderful body. She was slim but also stacked some muscle on from sports. Her body was perfectly toned.
However, her body was the only thing great about her. She was like a hedgehog, having a spiky personality and hurting anybody who got close to her. Although she was the MVP, she seldom was nice to her fellow soccer players. Jade wasn’t into soccer for the enjoyment or because she was good at it, she was in it for the win. She criticized her fellow player’s every move. When the coach cut one of the best players due to poor behavior and replaced with her a less-skilled player, Jade “accidentally” broke that lesser player’s leg, forcing the coach to bring back the better player as to fill the team.
Weston had two excuses for going to the games. One, his friend’s girlfriend was on the team. Two, his friend Sophie was one of the players. Sophie was Jade’s biggest rival on the team. Sophie would be the only one to stand up to Jade in the locker room when Jade would bully other girls. Sophie often got beat up though hid her injuries so she could keep playing and protecting her teammates.
As Weston’s crush on Jade grew, his hatred for Sophie also brewed. It was a subconscious thing and kind of accidental. Weston couldn’t help it. He was too seduced by Jade that he had to hate his friend. Sophie may or may not have had a crush on Weston (she definitely did), but Weston was blind to that as he only wanted Jade. Sophie kind of knew it and supported it even though Jade was a jerk. She did it in the hopes that it would get Weston to like her more.
Weston continued to be on good terms with Sophie but inside, he wanted to beat her up. He wanted to tell her that she’d never be as beautiful as Jade and that she should stop acting like she was better (even though morally she was). But Sophie was his closest in to Jade. He couldn’t openly end their friendship.
After one game in the night, Weston saw his chance. He followed Jade around in the halls as she wandered, going somewhere, probably the bathroom. The other teammates were celebrating a victory while Jade was all alone.
Weston’s nerves were too much, and it seemed too late as she began to enter the bathroom until Jade suddenly stopped. She noticed him and turned around. “You’re being quite obvious right now. Why are you following me. And why are you always staring at me?”
“Uh. Uh. I” Weston saw her eyes and was enamored by them. He saw her large chest and lost all speak. He loved the way the dirt on her socks personified her athletic nature.
“You disgust me. Speak. I’m trying to take a shit. And I’m going to do it on you if you don’t start talking. Speak.”
“I-I-“ Weston began to blush. Jade grabbed him by his jacket. Here Weston was, in a fantasy he always dreamed of. Being held by this athletic girl while he was this skinny boy. Domination. He smelled her now. The deodorant was strong like her, sporty in a way. Their was a hint of sweetness but more of strength. He smiled widely and all of the feelings rushed into a “I love you.”
Jade’s face crinkled and she threw him into the wall and dragged him into the bathroom. “I’m going to hurt you. Not just physically. But mentally. I’m gonna hurt you so bad, you’d rather be dead than think about what I’m gonna do.”
Jade dragged him by the hair and dragged him into a stall. In a single sweep, she pulled her shorts and underwear down, revealing her genitals. It was a hairy area that Weston had not expected to see so soon.
“C-can I touch it?” Weston asked in the spur of the moment.
“Lick it,” demanded Jade as she laughed. As soon as Weston began she shot her piss into her mouth, dirtying his face as she laughed at his humiliation. Weston screeched at the yellow liquid’s bitter taste. “I didn’t drink much today. Should taste terrible. Now time for the big one.”
Jade dipped Weston’s head into the toilet bowl, Weston feeling as if he was barely able to breath. Jade sat down and so come her stool. Jade sighed and grunted. “Here he comes! He’s been growing for a few days. I don’t remember the last time I shit.”
A big one came out of her ass and Weston screamed as he felt it but could not see it.
“Some soft ones are coming!” she announced. The softer pieces were much more uncomfortable for Weston. He began to feel embarrassed and his feelings for Jade began to disperse. However, his hatred for Sophie began to brew. For some reason, he felt as if it were her fault for this. He felt that because he hung out with her, she shaped her into a man that Jade would hate even though Jade was just an asshole. Weston knew that as soon as this was over, he would slap Sophie, maybe even beat her up. It was her fault for this humiliation.
“Whew! That was a good one! I feel so relieved!”. Jade got up and Weston pulled himself up.
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” yelled Weston.
“That jerk,” scoffed Jade as then she pulled her own dung out of the toilet and began stuffing in down Weston’s throat. Weston could barely take it in. “Chew it!”
Out of survival instincts, he chewed it. It felt like an over baked pumpkin pie but with no taste. Jade tossed her dirty toilet water filled with feces into Weston’s throat to break up the dung and make him consume it all.
Eventually, it all went down. Jade was almost satisfied “Now, clean my ass with your tongue.”
“Are you sure?”
“What do you think?”
Weston licked her dirty hole clean. It was filthy and unfeminine. He didn't know how this much could remain in her crack
“Now swallow.” Weston obeyed. Jade sighed in satisfaction as she pulled up her shorts. “Heh. That was pretty fun. Best one I’ve had this year. Did this to five other boys and two girls. Weren’t as cooperative as you. Have a good night!”
Jade washed her hands and left. Weston was exhausted and collapsed in the stall.
Meanwhile on the field, Sophie was standing on an ice chest and busy chugging Gatorade, being cheered on by her teammates. It was the best chugging game they could do when adults were around. Eventually, Sophie collapsed off of the ice chest spitting out everything she had.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” announced Sophie, barely being able to stand and burping a bit.
“Do you need any help Sophie?” one girl asked.
“I’ll just find a bathroom,” assured Sophie as she walked off burping.
She wandered around and then saw Jade. Sophie tried to hold it in, but her hatred for the girl made her let it all out. It was humiliating. Jade laughing at Sophie’s pain.
“Funny,” said Jade.
“You aren’t going to shove it down my mouth, are you?” asked Sophie in the hopes she wouldn’t.
“Nah, not tonight,” replied Jade, satisfied with her actions on Weston.
“Have you seen Weston around?” asks Sophie.
“He left as soon as the game ended. Probably can’t find him here.”
“Thanks,” said Sophie as Jade walked away. Jade was unusually pleasant. Sophie felt she had gotten everything out of her system at that point and went back to her team.
——
Weston woke up in the dark with an upset stomach. He could barely remember what happened. All he could think of was Sophie and Jade. Weston began to throw up in the toilet. He didn’t know where he was though was grateful that he was right next to a toilet.
The stomachache ravaged on through the night and early morning. He couldn’t remember what caused it. Maybe it was the burrito. Maybe the pizza. Though slowly, the memories came back. It couldn’t have been Jade who did this because she was so beautiful.
‘It’s Sophie’s fault.’ The phrase echoed in his head.
It wasn’t the burrito. Not the pizza. Not Jade. Sophie did this!
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” Weston said aloud.
Weston then felt the back of his head. He then felt the floor and sniffed it. It was terrible. It was shit. The memories then came flooding at the smell.
‘Here he comes!’ ——his head was dunked in the water
‘Lick it’ ——the taste of piss flooded his taste buds
‘Clean my ass’——soft cheeks filled his mind along with the taste of shit
‘Chew it!’——he felt the texture and was fully reminded of the flavor
‘It’s Sophie’s fault!’
Weston began to piece everything together as he was throwing up. Sophie dragged him into this bathroom stall, pissed on him, dunked him in the water, and made him eat shit.
The door creaked, and Weston KNEW it was Sophie.
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” Weston yelled as he charged only to be met with an old guy in cleaning clothes.
“Easy boy!” the man yells, swiftly dodging, and Weston tripping. “Ha! I knew that karate would come in handy one day! Wait, isn’t this the girls bathroom? What are you doing in there?”
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” were the only words that Weston could say.
“Wait, you good boy?” the janitor asks, noticing Weston’s shit-stained hair. He turns Weston around to see a terribly beaten up boy. The trauma from the night before is written on his face. The janitor becomes sympathetic to Weston. “Let’s get you some food, okay?” The janitor picks up Weston and carries him to his car. The janitor finds his lunch box and takes out his water and food.
“Where am I now?” grumbles Weston as he wakes up again.
“Eat some food.”
“Not hungry. Just threw up. Who are you?”
“I’m the janitor. Now, I know you just threw up and I can tell but you need some food in your system to replace whatever bad stuff was there before. Now, eat.”
The janitor begins to place some food into Weston’s mouth.
‘I feel so relieved’——Weston was then reminded of the shit stuffed into his mouth again
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” Weston yelled again. “She stuffed shit in my mouth last night.”
“So, Sophie you say? She did this?”
“Wait, you can tell?” questions Weston.
“You’re a shit-stained mess!” exclaims the janitor “Thank the lord that there ain’t nobody around this Saturday! You’d be the joke of the year if any teen saw you!”
“I guess I’d be.”
“Now, eat up, boy,” says the janitor. “You fuel up and then I’ll get you back home. You have parents, boy?”
“Yes…and my name’s Weston, not ‘boy’”
“Well, mine’s Julian. Soon as we get you home, we’ll get back at that Sophie girl, you hear?”
“Yessir!” exclaims Weston as his appetite returns.
——
Days pass and Weston’s memories don’t return. Sophie’s entire life is flipped over now. She gets taken into custody and is now on trial for the sexual assault of Weston. Weston hasn’t returned to school as of late and is still mentally recovering from the incident. Fragments keep repeating in his mind. He fills in the blanks with Sophie and sees her doing all these atrocities to him.
The court rules Sophie as guilty. She speaks to Weston before she gets sent to prison.
“I thought we were friends,” says Sophie.
Weston scoffs. “It’s your fault.”
“For what?” she asks. “It wasn’t me.”
“The jury and the judge say otherwise.”
“Weston, we’re friends aren’t we? Why would you think it was me?”
“It’s you’re fault,” Weston repeats. Some more memories flood back into his mind. He feels shit fall onto his head. Sophie’s shit. He felt the anger brewing. He wanted to slap her. No, beat her up. The rage built up and Weston began to attack her.
With her hands cuffed behind her back, she was helpless and Weston had the upper hand.
An officer pulled Weston back, careful not to hurt him.
Hearing the commotion, the judge came rushing out. “What is this noise?”
“It’s Sophie’s fault!” Weston yelled.
“No it’s not!” she yelled back. “You’re as disgusting as all the other men! You’re no different!”
An officer takes Sophie away.
The judge sighs. “Officer, let us take Weston to another room.”
The officer nods.
“You have won your case, Weston,” the judge assures him. “But now, you must move on. Seeing Sophie must’ve provoked something in you. PTSD is what they call it. There will be no punishment for you, but this must go on your records. Next time, the courts may not treat you with as much sympathy as I did this time. He is free to go, officer.
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The holiday season is coming around and triple amputee Phoenix Suzuki is dressed up and ready for it! Phoenix knows that she’s on the nice list but what about you?
Most quadruple amputees end up becoming torsos without much limb movement. They end up living permanent sedentary lives, rarely leaving the house. However, this girl had doctors who removed her limbs in ways where she wouldn’t be permanently disabled.
She could confidently participate in sports with prosthetic limbs and almost live a normal life. She became more confident in herself after the amputations and led a more athletic life.
she felt that she needed to prove herself as an amputee and show the world she wasn’t helpless so she pursued athletics which she hadn’t really done before.
Amelia has very little left now. She only has a knee and a small stump with only one breast remaining too. Her vision is completely gone and she has no arms. It’s a miracle that she’s even walking around in such high spirits.
At parties, she always the spirit that nobody can miss. She has a raunchy attitude and tends to curse a lot. She either walks around on her stumps or uses her prosthetics. She refuses to use a wheelchair.
One time, Amelia wanted Taco Bell and didn’t have a friend or caregiver to help her. As such she hopped over to Taco Bell on her left prosthetic, not wearing her right one so she could use the little mobility she had in that leg to press stop light buttons and pick up her food. She was actually quite successful and enjoyed her food.
Amelia works a customer service job to pay her bills. (Her parents pay for caregivers) She puts on her prosthetics every morning and takes the bus to get to work. She takes off her prosthetics when she gets to work so she can make the most of the mobility she has to answer the phone. She even uses her left stump sometimes to help with her job.
Amelia doesn’t rely on caregivers too much. They check on her weekly to make sure she’s alive and to do some chores, but somehow, Amelia remains mostly independent. Because she doesn’t have armpits, she doesn’t wear deodorant and doesn’t shower as much.
She’s actually pretty good at showering for what she has. Amelia is blind so she doesn’t really pay attention much to her looks. She does enjoy dying her hair because when she had sight, she enjoyed doing that. Even though she can’t see it, she still enjoys doing it. She also doesn’t really mind that she has only one breast too as she can’t really see that either.
She wears bandages over her eyes to protect them from the light as the light is very bright to her now sensitive eyes.
The accident happened when Amelia was driving back home from her parents’ house. They live in a forest area while Amelia lives in the city. It was a late night for her family as they it was a family reunion. Amelia had to get back to work that day so she drove back home late at night in the rain. A truck driver was on the wrong side of the road, causing Amelia to crash and drive off a cliff. Amelia flew through the front windshield, piercing her eyes and cutting her up. She fell into a forest area breaking many of her bones and knocking her out. For the next week, her family went on a search hunt for her to see if she was alive. One of her cousin’s found her body, barely alive. She had barely gotten food and her limbs were all blue. She was airlifted to a hospital and was put into intensive care for a few weeks. Most of her limbs had to be removed due to infection and loss of circulation. Her left breast was also badly damaged, leading to it being removed. Amelia got to keep more of her right limb mainly because of the fact that she landed on her left side when she fell. When Amelia finally woke up, she couldn’t see anything and could barely feel anything.
The doctors did everything they could to repair her eyes but all attempts were futile. She went through a year of therapy, learning how to do things with her knee stump. She eventually became quite flexible and even was able to enjoy some independence.
No girl has ever had it as bad as Amelia. There are some days where she questions her existence. She can barely feel reality and cannot see it either. However, she makes sure to remain social and around friends to remind herself that there is a world out there that she can’t see or feel.
She does have a boyfriend and hopes to marry and have kids. She also want to get into running even though her left stump prevents her from running most comfortably. She wants to make the most out of the life she has right now. She wants to break the boundaries and do more than what’s ever expected of her to do.
This is an updated version of Stephanie Thomas. You may recognize her before, but in my opinion, this is the superior version.
All that remains of Stephanie Thomas now is her torso. All her organs are functioning well and her boobs and sexual organs are all well. However, she is completely immobilized with the lack of arms and legs and total lack of stumps.
She attempted to get a surgery for prosthetics but the prosthetics were fairly wobbly and not too helpful so Stephanie is a little hesitant about them.
She remembers how she started to first walk with them again. It was a joy for her to have the sensation of walking but also painful for her to know that she would never walk and run the same way as she did before. It was a very slow and wobbly walk. She felt that she could barely control her prosthetic legs with the hip function she had left.
Her shoulders were completely gone and her hips were basically nonexistent. She was grateful to have her sexual organs but didn’t know what use they’d be if she couldn’t get around.
Stephanie hates the war going on in her home country. She hates that her family that lives there can’t leave, and she hates how she can’t see them. Her parents have decided not to go back to their home country again after the incident where Stephanie lost everything. Stephanie wishes she could just see them again. The last time she saw them was when she was recovering from surgery. She was barely awake and was in and out of a coma.
When she came back to America, Stephanie had some leg stumps for prosthetics but the doctors decided that the complete removal of the limbs would ensure that she had a full recovery and so she has nothing left in those areas.
Stephanie would definitely go out and protest the war, but it is challenging for her to do so. Some of her caregivers discourage her from being too outspoken while others are willing to drive her to rallies and protests where Stephanie just sits there. If she had limbs, she’d be yelling and fighting people. However, now, she just sits there in her wheelchair, afraid to say anything.
She would go out and do public speaking, but the contracts required for them are too hard to do without limbs. So, she mostly stays inside. Such activities such as protests and public speaking are further complicated by her bladder.
Stephanie suffers from more incontinence after her limb loss. It’s difficult for her to make it to the toilet on time with a caregiver. Stephanie once had a lunch that made her stomach upset. She was then at a higher end restaurant with her friends and family who were celebrating her recovery.
Stephanie felt her stomach grumble and couldn’t help out pass gas. A few minutes later, it smelled horrible and she was dripping feces everywhere. Stephanie was extremely embarrassed, especially with all her friends and family around. That was the last time she went to a big event like this.
All of her friends who once knew her as this resilient athletic girl now saw her as this helpless baby who wasn’t potty trained. Stephanie was ashamed of herself and stayed in the bathroom for the rest of the celebration out of embarrassment and also to get her cleaned up.
Stephanie often pees herself too, the caregiver not always making sure she makes it to the bathroom.
When left by herself to ponder or whatever, Stephanie often thinks about what her limbs used to do. She remembers how her legs kicked soccer balls and ran across the track field while her arms hit home runs and all her limbs swimming across the pool. Stephanie watched the soccer games sometimes and baseballs games too. She doesn’t cheer any of her teammates on. She just sits quietly in the corner, watching them play. She sees the team captain, running across the field who would’ve been her.
Stephanie still remembers how to float in a pool with what little she has left and sometimes sunbathed to keep up her tan. Sports were what gave her a sexy tan but now as she’s inside all the time, Stephanie sunbathes to keep it up.
Stephanie spends a lot of time meditating. Her therapist suggested that she do that as there is little else for her to do besides that. Stephanie spends an hour of her day doing so to keep herself busy. She can barely use her phone so she can’t rely on Instagram or TikTok for entertainment. Watching movies on the television eventually gets boring and few friends come over.
As a result, Stephanie spends most of her time in the sun, meditating, or peeing herself to keep the most of her time.
Her caregivers sometimes make sure to keep up her moral. They dress her in sporty clothes sometimes maybe in the hopes that she’ll move more than she usually does. They put on her nipple piercings for her and give her skimpy swim outfits to make her feel sexy.
Stephanie feels something deep inside of her to get back out there like she used to. She wants to be social and athletic but with what she has left, that seems unlikely. She doesn’t know how but she hopes one day, she can prove that she can be the same person as she was before. She wants to be able to talk with friends and play soccer and be free. But that day seems to never come and sadly it probably never will. For there is nothing that can save the torso that is Stephanie Thomas
She’s hanging from the ceiling, all strapped up. What remains of her entire body is now all strapped up and tied to a harness that hangs from the ceiling. She just hangs there, useless, not being able to get out of it.
But even if she was out of it, she’d still be useless.
Her boyfriend puts her like this and enjoys seeing her this way. At night, he sometimes removes her clothes and does “it” to her.
She sometimes remains this way for hours as she has nothing better to do. Friends sometimes come over to feed her and talk. She doesn’t do any work because there is nothing she can do. She relies on her boyfriends income and her small disability checks to support her.
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