Frankly, I’d spent most of my life in fantasy. It was more fun. It was more exciting. And… it let you live out your What Ifs. Sometimes, though, t...at wasn’t a good thing. Sometimes it left you hurting even more.And speaking of fantasy, I thought, I was about to drive past a place that made it reality. Just a bit further down the road, in purple and magenta neon, shone the word “Taboo.” On the facade of a squat and unassuming building, nothing else hinted at what one would find inside. To the. The pain was there along with a weird numbness that spread on her whole body.The small room she was in was dark and almost empty.She was lying naked down a surgical table,and an oxygen mask had been put on her face.She heard the beeping sounds of a cardiograph.After 2 or 3 seconds that seemed like hours,she opened her eyes.What she saw made her shriek to the red ballgag that was also strapped in her mouth.Both her legs and arms were missing!Where her pelvis ended were now only two big. I’m gonna head to the bathroom.”“I’ll wait here.”Matt turned to Amanda with a confused look on his face and said, “Didn’t you just say your bladder was bursting?”“Oh it is,” she said with a mischievous smile, “but I want to do something special for you, so I am going to hold it until we get home.”I was absolutely stunned. Amanda had always been very reluctant to participate in my female desperation fetish.“Don’t just stand there gawking. Go to the bathroom and be quick about it. I can’t hold it. She wasn't wearing panties.As I reached for the top of the zipper, she thrust her hips backward and ground her ass against me. "My! You ARE happy to see me!" she giggled. I pulled the zipper down. She did a stripper's shimmy and her dress dropped to the concrete. She turned and said "Get your camera. You're going to want to remember this." I fumbled for my phone, my eyes drinking in all of her...the rosy nipples, already hard and looking like two big gumdrops...the full, still-proud breasts....