HOME | DD

Description
Turns out that Julie is as bad at brewing as she is at calculating durations. The potion's effects weren't gonna last three days, as she so brilliantly predicted, but three weeks! And since the spell is all about disappearing, and not just transforming, we can't apply the counter spell (or counter-potion?) on non-existent body parts. It's been two weeks now and I couldn't wait to have my two hands back again. The first couples days were fun, though. We joked around a lot and as we learned how to complete basic tasks like how to brush our teeth (or moving from point A to point B for a legless-person-that-shall-not-be-named) all over again, so hours went by fast.

Unfortunately for her, she still needed help for a couple of things, namely getting in and out of the bathtub to take a shower or using the stove. Her teachers recommended her not to use any magic during this time as her energy pool wouldn't be as big as before and she could end up with some nasty suprises. That's why I usually came in handy (get it?).

Sitting in lotus position on my bed, I shouted : "Shower time T-Rex, get ready!"

I think that nickname is gonna stick after our little misadventure.

A muffled voice answered from across the wall : "Coming up!"

Since I knew she'd take a few minutes to get undressed, I took some time to inspect my remaining hand again. I was glad I used that last bit of potion to trim it. It only had 4 fingers but still looked very natural. People I met usually didn't notice until after I told them about it, being too busy noticing the absence of my other one. After that, I usually got to recite a chapter of my genetics book about HOX genes, human development, mutations, and other stuff I studied last semester. Fun fact : it also made certain obscene gestures satisfyingly symmetrical.

As I did often over the last few days, I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my arm stump and focused to feel it's soft and mushy end. I tried to remember what it was to move my left hand up and down, to flex my fingers or clench them into a fist as hard as a could, and then tried to use those muscles. Nothing. I closed my eyes and pictured myself playing the piano. While my right hand managed to do quite alright, my left wrist could only tap single notes. It was like my complete hand had always been just a dream in a distant memory. The muscles, bones, and nerves didn't exist anymore, and my brain had been rewired to match the limitations of my current body. I didn't have an inch of hand to move around and even the thought of having one had left my mind. I shook my head and laid back on the bed, absently feeling my stump with my fingers. I should really stop overthinking this.

Hearing my friend proceeding down the hallway, I got up and threw a clean towel on my empty forearm before heading to the bathroom. Already rolled up in hers, Julie slowly moved towards the door. She used different techniques to move around but due to the lack of strength in her arm, she wasn't quite able to lift herself up and swing her buttocks forward effectively. For now, she simply dragged her ass closer to the bathroom inch by inch while sitting on her towel. She grunted at me and grinned.

"Fuck you" she said between her teeth. "Get the water running."

I put my towel on the rack before taking my clothes off and got the water running. When she finally came in, I unwrapped her and put her arm around my shoulders. As I lifted her, I used my left arm to press her against me while I secured her bottom with my remaining hand. The feeling of her breasts against mine sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't help but lock my gaze into hers. I felt her short thighs contract as her breath quickened. She blushed, tightened her grip on me, and put her head on my shoulder to hide her embarrassment.

I gently brought her in the tub and ended our embrace. She waddled from one butt cheek to the other trying to find a comfortable position while I helped her get her hair wet. Then, I poured some liquid soap in her hand. She proceeded to scrub her front side while I shampooed her hair, got her back clean, and cleaned myself. After getting rinsed, I turned off the shower and sat to massage her sore back. Always having to lean forward to move as well as only using one side of her body really killed her. She answered to my rub with a long sigh of satisfaction.

I lingered on her empty shoulder, first feeling the roundness of it with my own shortened limb, then with my hand. A smile stretched on her face and she laid her hand on mine. Turning around to face me, she surprised me with a kiss. I rushed my head back and looked at her, not knowing what to say. All she did was stare back, her hand slowly drifting from my shoulder to my breasts. I felt a warm sensation get over me and I let myself get kissed again as she reached to touch my lips. I brought her closer to me using my legs and finally kissed her back. Our bodies, still wet from the shower, offered nothing but warm and smooth surfaces to feel. I could feel the remains of her legs against my crotch as I secured her against me. She slowly moved them up and down, tinkering with my genitals, as her hand desperately tried to grab my left nipple. Her lack of digits clearly made it harder for her. She grinned and backed a little as she let out a short sigh.

Building up with sexual tension, I gently raised my hand to feel her face and brought it back to me once again. I shoved my tongue in her mouth to taste hers. Our bodies now closer than before, she lowered her hand to my waist and let our chest meet freely. Her fingers offered her nothing but a frail grasp to hold on to as our worlds collided in the most exquisite of ways. In this single touch, I could feel all the extent of her inner prison. I ran my hand down from her delicate cheek to her neck, and stopped on her abruptly ending shoulder. I could feel her muscles vainly looking for any appendages to use as her shoulder slowly moved up and down again. She was desperately looking to anchor herself in this overwhelming embrace. Now realizing her mistake, Julie put her abbreviated arm around my own shoulders and pressed herself against me, lifting the few inches of legs she still had upwards so they laid against my belly. She softly freed herself from my embrace with a final kiss. Out of breath and still covered in water (or was it sweat?), she reached for my ear and whispered in the faintest of voices :

"I've been waiting for this since the first day of high school."

She moved back and gave me an inquiring look, waiting for an answer. I delivered.

"I guess we're in the same team, now".

I wiped off the tears running on her cheeks with my stub and kissed her once. Following my call, she held on to me as I laid ourselves down in the bath, her light body resting on mine. It wasn't so bad to be an amputee for me, really. But my friend was in need of support, and I found out just the best way to offer her some.

"Nicole?" Said Julie softly.

"Yes?"

"When I get my limbs back, I'm gonna become the greatest potion maker this world has ever seen." She raised herself on her elbow and relieved an itch on her nose. "Imagine what kind of sex we can have with all sorts of different transformations?"

I smiled and frowned : "Yeah totally, but can't you just use your powers directly? I mean, you usually don't NEED to brew anything. Why not just zap 'em?"

"Doesn't drain me of any energy. Changing hair colors or making objects fly need very few power, but I need to channel lots of magical energy for full or even partial body transformations. Plus : you can make batches and use them later. Or even sell them! Magic or not, this is still the 21th century. There's a market for that I'm sure."

"But won't..."

Julie interrupted : "...normal people get freaked out? Nah. I can probably induce a dream-like state in the brews so instead of their mind bouncing around in circles every time they lose an arm or two, they'll remember it just like a dream. And I sell them like sophisticated engineered dream inducers."

"And with my background in biology I can write some gibberish about how the brain processes whatever the fuck the potion would contain to create precise dream-like content!" I said enthusiastically.

Her eyes lit up. "Brilliant!"

She kissed me. Seeing her shiver made me realize it was getting cold in the tub. Once again, she clung to me as I got up and set her on the counter. I dried us and helped her put some underwear and a shirt on. Then, I brought us back to my bed where we watched a movie on my laptop, her head resting on my shoulder. She reached for my arm stump and clenched her two lone fingers on it. Her hand really looked like those of a T-Rex, but this time, I kept that remark to myself.

Description
Turns out that Julie is as bad at brewing as she is at calculating durations. The potion's effects weren't gonna last three days, as she so brilliantly predicted, but three weeks! And since the spell is all about disappearing, and not just transforming, we can't apply the counter spell (or counter-potion?) on non-existent body parts. It's been two weeks now and I couldn't wait to have my two hands back again. The first couples days were fun, though. We joked around a lot and as we learned how to complete basic tasks like how to brush our teeth (or moving from point A to point B for a legless-person-that-shall-not-be-named) all over again, so hours went by fast.

Unfortunately for her, she still needed help for a couple of things, namely getting in and out of the bathtub to take a shower or using the stove. Her teachers recommended her not to use any magic during this time as her energy pool wouldn't be as big as before and she could end up with some nasty suprises. That's why I usually came in handy (get it?).

Sitting in lotus position on my bed, I shouted : "Shower time T-Rex, get ready!"

I think that nickname is gonna stick after our little misadventure.

A muffled voice answered from across the wall : "Coming up!"

Since I knew she'd take a few minutes to get undressed, I took some time to inspect my remaining hand again. I was glad I used that last bit of potion to trim it. It only had 4 fingers but still looked very natural. People I met usually didn't notice until after I told them about it, being too busy noticing the absence of my other one. After that, I usually got to recite a chapter of my genetics book about HOX genes, human development, mutations, and other stuff I studied last semester. Fun fact : it also made certain obscene gestures satisfyingly symmetrical.

As I did often over the last few days, I took a deep breath and placed my hand over my arm stump and focused to feel it's soft and mushy end. I tried to remember what it was to move my left hand up and down, to flex my fingers or clench them into a fist as hard as a could, and then tried to use those muscles. Nothing. I closed my eyes and pictured myself playing the piano. While my right hand managed to do quite alright, my left wrist could only tap single notes. It was like my complete hand had always been just a dream in a distant memory. The muscles, bones, and nerves didn't exist anymore, and my brain had been rewired to match the limitations of my current body. I didn't have an inch of hand to move around and even the thought of having one had left my mind. I shook my head and laid back on the bed, absently feeling my stump with my fingers. I should really stop overthinking this.

Hearing my friend proceeding down the hallway, I got up and threw a clean towel on my empty forearm before heading to the bathroom. Already rolled up in hers, Julie slowly moved towards the door. She used different techniques to move around but due to the lack of strength in her arm, she wasn't quite able to lift herself up and swing her buttocks forward effectively. For now, she simply dragged her ass closer to the bathroom inch by inch while sitting on her towel. She grunted at me and grinned.

"Fuck you" she said between her teeth. "Get the water running."

I put my towel on the rack before taking my clothes off and got the water running. When she finally came in, I unwrapped her and put her arm around my shoulders. As I lifted her, I used my left arm to press her against me while I secured her bottom with my remaining hand. The feeling of her breasts against mine sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't help but lock my gaze into hers. I felt her short thighs contract as her breath quickened. She blushed, tightened her grip on me, and put her head on my shoulder to hide her embarrassment.

I gently brought her in the tub and ended our embrace. She waddled from one butt cheek to the other trying to find a comfortable position while I helped her get her hair wet. Then, I poured some liquid soap in her hand. She proceeded to scrub her front side while I shampooed her hair, got her back clean, and cleaned myself. After getting rinsed, I turned off the shower and sat to massage her sore back. Always having to lean forward to move as well as only using one side of her body really killed her. She answered to my rub with a long sigh of satisfaction.

I lingered on her empty shoulder, first feeling the roundness of it with my own shortened limb, then with my hand. A smile stretched on her face and she laid her hand on mine. Turning around to face me, she surprised me with a kiss. I rushed my head back and looked at her, not knowing what to say. All she did was stare back, her hand slowly drifting from my shoulder to my breasts. I felt a warm sensation get over me and I let myself get kissed again as she reached to touch my lips. I brought her closer to me using my legs and finally kissed her back. Our bodies, still wet from the shower, offered nothing but warm and smooth surfaces to feel. I could feel the remains of her legs against my crotch as I secured her against me. She slowly moved them up and down, tinkering with my genitals, as her hand desperately tried to grab my left nipple. Her lack of digits clearly made it harder for her. She grinned and backed a little as she let out a short sigh.

Building up with sexual tension, I gently raised my hand to feel her face and brought it back to me once again. I shoved my tongue in her mouth to taste hers. Our bodies now closer than before, she lowered her hand to my waist and let our chest meet freely. Her fingers offered her nothing but a frail grasp to hold on to as our worlds collided in the most exquisite of ways. In this single touch, I could feel all the extent of her inner prison. I ran my hand down from her delicate cheek to her neck, and stopped on her abruptly ending shoulder. I could feel her muscles vainly looking for any appendages to use as her shoulder slowly moved up and down again. She was desperately looking to anchor herself in this overwhelming embrace. Now realizing her mistake, Julie put her abbreviated arm around my own shoulders and pressed herself against me, lifting the few inches of legs she still had upwards so they laid against my belly. She softly freed herself from my embrace with a final kiss. Out of breath and still covered in water (or was it sweat?), she reached for my ear and whispered in the faintest of voices :

"I've been waiting for this since the first day of high school."

She moved back and gave me an inquiring look, waiting for an answer. I delivered.

"I guess we're in the same team, now".

I wiped off the tears running on her cheeks with my stub and kissed her once. Following my call, she held on to me as I laid ourselves down in the bath, her light body resting on mine. It wasn't so bad to be an amputee for me, really. But my friend was in need of support, and I found out just the best way to offer her some.

"Nicole?" Said Julie softly.

"Yes?"

"When I get my limbs back, I'm gonna become the greatest potion maker this world has ever seen." She raised herself on her elbow and relieved an itch on her nose. "Imagine what kind of sex we can have with all sorts of different transformations?"

I smiled and frowned : "Yeah totally, but can't you just use your powers directly? I mean, you usually don't NEED to brew anything. Why not just zap 'em?"

"Doesn't drain me of any energy. Changing hair colors or making objects fly need very few power, but I need to channel lots of magical energy for full or even partial body transformations. Plus : you can make batches and use them later. Or even sell them! Magic or not, this is still the 21th century. There's a market for that I'm sure."

"But won't..."

Julie interrupted : "...normal people get freaked out? Nah. I can probably induce a dream-like state in the brews so instead of their mind bouncing around in circles every time they lose an arm or two, they'll remember it just like a dream. And I sell them like sophisticated engineered dream inducers."

"And with my background in biology I can write some gibberish about how the brain processes whatever the fuck the potion would contain to create precise dream-like content!" I said enthusiastically.

Her eyes lit up. "Brilliant!"

She kissed me. Seeing her shiver made me realize it was getting cold in the tub. Once again, she clung to me as I got up and set her on the counter. I dried us and helped her put some underwear and a shirt on. Then, I brought us back to my bed where we watched a movie on my laptop, her head resting on my shoulder. She reached for my arm stump and clenched her two lone fingers on it. Her hand really looked like those of a T-Rex, but this time, I kept that remark to myself.