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BMM Body Modeling Machine
by Arnd02
(Same story in German: "BMM Body Modellier Maschine (de)")
(She shouldn't use the virtual reality program
of the body modeling machine more than once a
week, otherwise, it would lead to some
unexpected results. And so, she used it every
Tuesday evening after 7 pm and enjoyed being
armless or legless until the next morning. But
one day, she awoke in the hospital, and she was
a QUAD amputee woman. What has happened?...)
Tuesday. Today was a truly shitty day. I had overslept this morning, and
then had an argument with my boss, it rained all day and to top everything
off - my boyfriend sent me an SMS message calling off our relationship just
like that. How nice! I asked myself if it was all my fault, but that
couldn't be the reason because actually, I am not such a complicated person
and not bad looking either. The few extra pounds could not have been the
reason; even though I have a large bum, I feel that I am still a very
presentable person. At least that will be the case for the next few days
until my twenty-fifth birthday, and then, as everyone knows, a woman
automatically turns into an old hag. Somewhat frustrated, I sat down at my
PC and surfed the Internet to get my mind on other topics.
I found a very obscure site offering a "Body Modeling Machine". Now, that
sounded interesting. With an uneasy feeling but still full of curiosity, I
loaded down the demonstration version on offer.
After a few attempts, I managed to work with the software and made the
first trial. Using my webcam, I took pictures of myself, and the software
made a 3-D image that I could manipulate as I wanted.
The first thing I did was to make myself look slimmer. Then I tried to make
myself taller, but that wasn't the greatest success. I continued to play
around with my image and finally decided to try something in the other
direction, possibly as a deterrent, and increased the size of my rear end.
Even though the idea seemed a bit off at first, after manipulating the
image a bit, I managed to produce a new appearance that pleased me. I
adjusted my other proportions to match the enlarged pelvic section and had
to admit that I didn't look so bad with a fuller figure.
I continued to play around with the software some more and then decided to
investigate the supplier's home page more closely. Then I became very
curious. They offered a "Virtual Reality Set" for $ 299.00. Whatever that
was - it was supposed to have a similar effect to the Holodeck on the
Enterprise. The thing looked like a helmet, such as the ones epilepsy
victims wear, with all kinds of electrodes sticking out of it. And it was
supposed to work with the demo version, which was just as well as I didn't
have a further $ 150.00 for the full program version.
Without further ado, I purchased the helmet, and a few days later, I held
the package with the helmet in my hands. I was very curious, took the
helmet to my PC, and connected it.
I started the software and immediately got a warning notice: "Warning!
Never use the Virtual Reality Set more than once a week with the demo
version of the Body Modeling Machine. It will lead to unexpected results!"
Unimpressed, I worked my way through the operating instructions until I
reached the all-important stage with a giant red button on the screen that
asked me: "Start your VR now?"
A glance at the clock told me that it was exactly 7 pm, and with the helmet
on my head, and butterflies in my stomach, as well as an uneasy feeling, I
began the evening as a too-small 130 Kilo woman. (The experiment with the
fat arsed woman had aroused my interest far more than I had originally
wanted to admit).
For a brief moment, there was only fog, but then my sight cleared again,
and I started to panic a bit. I was hardly able to breathe. However, I
quickly realized that everything was caused by much too tight clothing. My
jeans had split, and my sweatshirt had torn down the back. I took off my
clothes and stood naked in my study. The helmet had disappeared somehow,
and the program was not running anymore. But that didn't disturb me because
I realized that I was in my virtual reality, after all, which I would only
leave after I woke up the next morning.
I walked into the hall to look at myself in the mirror. I felt that my
steps were more difficult than usual, and I was a bit short of breath when
I got to the hallway. I got a shock when I first looked at myself in the
mirror. I had a giant belly, which hung down, covering my pubic area. Two
great ass cheeks formed my rear, and the insides of my thighs rubbed
against each other. My upper arms were so large that they were the size of
my former thighs, and my breasts, which I had always found to be too large,
seemed lost by comparison to my large belly.
I had to stay naked for the rest of the evening because I had nothing
suitable to wear for my new size, but I decided to purchase some clothes in
size 64 for the next week. Those would certainly fit. As I was lying in bed
later, I played a bit with myself, just as I had been doing almost every
evening since my boyfriend had dumped me. The operating instructions had
stated that the whole spectacle would be over after an overnight rest, and
my body would be back to normal after I woke up. After this experience, I
certainly looked forward to new experiences next Tuesday. On reflection, I
realized that my altered shape had turned me on.
I was unable to think about anything else than what I would be doing to my
figure in virtual reality next Tuesday during the entire week. After
several weeks I had eventually found my favorite body shape. It comprised a
relatively slender upper body (even though it would have seemed too full
for ordinary persons) coupled with very wide hips with a lot of fat on them
and thick thighs. I had gone easy on my breasts and stomach and avoided
having folds of fat hanging down my body. In other words, I had created a
large but firm body.
One day I visited my brother, who was in the hospital to correct a bone
spur in his hand. While in the corridor of the hospital, I encountered a
nurse pushing a young man in a wheelchair. He looked very handsome despite
his illness. The poor man had just had his leg amputated and must have had
other injuries because he was also wearing a frame around his head that
prevented any movement of his head. I later learned that he was wearing a
halo brace.
I really can't explain the reason, but I was fascinated by his appearance.
Therefore, I decided to spend my next Tuesday evening as a one-legged
woman.
My excitement was nearly unbearable as I sat in front of my PC and waited
for the time to come that I could press the button "render" to start my
amputee program. Even though I do bend regulations from time to time, I
kept strictly to the rules of the Virtual Reality Program not to use the
set more than once a week. Not more than once a week meant that I could not
start my program before 7 pm.
After I had pushed the button, everything became unclear as always, and I
just sat there. Somehow, everything was so unspectacular until the moment
when I saw an empty right trouser leg hang down. I could hardly believe it:
My leg was really gone. I could feel the stump. I just had to see that. As
I got up to pull off my pants, I was surprised how hard it was to balance
on one leg when the other one is missing. Until this moment, I had always
thought that it couldn't be that difficult. After all, everyone can stand
on one leg. However, without the second leg, the body's whole balance is
out of sync, and I was only able to remove my pants without an accident by
holding on to the desk.
The sight of my thigh stump sent cold shivers down my spine. It was round,
thick (just as my other thigh), and a bit soft. I got a little frightened -
What would happen if the program were to break down just now? Would I wake
up in the morning with both my legs again? And what would happen if not? I
sat down in my office chair, which fortunately had rollers on its legs, and
rolled over to the mirror. I really was one-legged. Almost paralyzed, I
spent the rest of the evening on my chair and looked at my reflection in
the mirror.
I had an uneasy sleep that night, and my joy was great when I woke up with
both my legs the next morning. Nevertheless, gradually I began to become
annoyed at the missed opportunity the previous evening. Why had I been so
shocked last evening? Over the last few weeks, I had already found that the
illusion only lasted until the next morning; and my brain told me that if
it had been like that during previous sessions, then it shouldn't be any
different now. Therefore, I decided to spend next Tuesday's session as a
one-legger again, but this time, I would enjoy it more.
Now, that I was mentally prepared for the changes to my body, I enjoyed
several Tuesdays as a one-legger. After a while, I was able to stand much
better. I had even gotten myself a pair of crutches. I went up and down the
hallway on my crutches and admired myself in the mirror, and the sight
excited me anew every time. I tried out various pieces of apparel, a pair
of pants one time, a skirt another. I even tried out shorts despite my
figure. The naked stump peeked out of the pant leg, and this pleased me
considerably. But my favorite remained a long skirt, which enhanced my
wider bum.
One evening, one of my crutches broke, and I had to hop around the flat on
one crutch for the rest of the evening. Surprisingly, it was not that
complicated after a little practice. Therefore, I decided to try out
something else next Tuesday: One-legged and one-armed. I decided to lose my
left arm and the right leg.
On Tuesday evening, I sat down at my PC again and pushed the button at
exactly seven o'clock. The usual fogginess came, and then, I saw the left
arm of my pullover hang down empty. The empty trouser leg wasn't such a
great event anymore because I had gotten used to that already.
I took off my pullover to look at the stump of my arm. I found out that it
wasn't all that easy to pull off a pullover with just one arm. The stump
was rather short, and I took it in my hand. Then, I decided to see whether
such a stump was still useful for anything. I could put a newspaper under
the stump and carry it that way. I was just able to touch my breast with
it. I was able to scratch my left ear. I was unable to scratch my right
armpit, but I had an itch there, even though I had showered already. It
wasn't that comfortable, but I put it out of my mind.
I stood up and wanted to go a few steps the way I had practiced previously.
I was able to find out first hand how important an arm is to maintain one's
balance because I nearly fell when I got up. I was just able to grab the
edge of the table with my right hand. The left arm stump thrashed around
wildly while I tried to regain my balance. After I had finally regained my
balance, I went over to the mirror. In my opinion, it was quite a
magnificent sight. But I was missing something interesting to wear. I
decided on my long skirt, combined with a jeans jacket. Putting on these
items was a little difficult, but I had expected that. I pushed the empty
sleeve into the pocket of the jacket and was delighted by my appearance.
The following week I wanted to go a little further. As I did not have a
wheelchair (which I could have used now), I kept both my legs but decided
to turn myself into an above-elbow amputee instead. I had an uneasy feeling
when I made that decision because it would make me very helpless for
several hours. Nevertheless, I was on pins and needles when I pushed the
command button. This time I had put on a T-shirt with very short sleeves as
I was sure that I would not be able to put on any more complicated garments
in my armless state.
After the usual fog lifted, I immediately headed to the mirror to look at
the two arm stumps. I thought it was great to be without arms and almost
regretted having two healthy arms in real life until I felt the call of
nature. I had not thought about that. How was I going to open my pants to
go to the toilet? I stood in the bathroom and nearly had tears in my eyes,
I had to pee desperately, but there was no chance of getting out of my
pants. I made all kinds of contortions to reach the button on my pants to
open it with my feet, but there was no chance. I had no other recourse but
to pee in my pants. Ugh! If that wasn't bad enough, I had to sleep in these
wet pants that night for the same reason. What a mess! I resolved to do it
better next Tuesday.
I had not drunk anything all afternoon and had gone to the toilet just
before seven, just to be on the safe side. I didn't want to experience a
similar fiasco as I had last Tuesday. Well prepared and full of happy
expectations, I pressed the button at exactly seven o'clock.
Nothing happened.
The PC began to shut down. Strange. Had I done something wrong?
After I had re-started the PC, the software was gone, I could not find the
"Body Modeling Machine" anymore. I was also unable to find the
manufacturer's site on the Internet. I started to panic. What was I going
to do on my precious Tuesdays without this program?
Desperately, I looked for the software, but there was no link to it
anywhere, not even the slightest hint. I went to bed that evening as a very
frustrated girl.
My anger over the loss of my favorite toy was enough to make me sick. And
finally, one morning, I indeed woke up with a high temperature and a
headache. I tried out all the usual remedies in my medicine cabinet, but
nothing helped. By evening, I was running a fever of 40?C. With my last
strength, I dragged myself to my family doctor, and that was pretty well
the last thing that I can remember until I woke up in the hospital. There
was an array of appliances arrayed around my bed, I could hear busy
activity outside, and there was a male nurse who was looking after me.
"Where am I?" I asked. "What happened?"
He informed me where I was.
'Oh my goodness, St. Mary's Hospital, the intensive care unit. That's just
peachy,' I thought.
"Why in hell can't I move either my right or left arm?" For some time, I
had been trying to scratch and rub my eye. Instead of answering, the male
nurse lowered his eyes nervously. That scared me.
"All right, just tell me why I can't move my arms?!" Usually, it wasn't my
style to be so impatient and abrupt, but this time I thought there was a
good reason.
"Because you don't have arms anymore," was the dry and rather unfeeling
reply.
"What?..." I screamed and only believed what had happened when the nurse
pulled back the bed cover a little. I was stunned. My arms now ended just a
few centimeters below my shoulders and were heavily bandaged. I was
shocked! I was so shocked that I only noticed the flat bed covers at the
lower half of my body after a long time. No, I thought, that can't be for
real.
"You have had a very serious bacterial infection, and the amputations were
necessary to save your life," the nurse said as he pushed the lower part of
the bedclothes aside, and appeared two very thickly bandaged thigh stumps.
I began to cry. That couldn't be true! That couldn't be happening to me!
Never to be able to go anywhere, never to touch anything anymore, to be
dependent on strangers' help for the rest of my life. Why me?
While I stared at the ceiling during the next few days and allowed the
nurses to wash, dress, and feed me at will, I recalled the warning of the
"Body Modeling Machine": "Warning! Never use the Virtual Reality Set more
than once a week with the demo version of the Body Modeling Machine. It
will lead to unexpected results!"
But why? I had always waited until 7 pm each Tuesday.
I pondered. I ruminated. What had happened? Around noon, the sun shone
directly into my room and blinded me.
Shit, I thought, sun, summer, daylight saving time! On that Sunday, before
I experienced my virtual reality program the last time, we had to put the
clocks forward by one hour. Therefore, I had been one hour early! 也看不懂啊 求翻译一下 有人翻译吗 大佬求翻译 （她 每周使用
人体模型机的虚拟现实程序不应超过一次
，否则会导致一些
意想不到的结果。所以，她每周
二晚上七点后使用它并享受
无臂无腿直到第二天早上。但
有一天，她在医院醒来，她
一个四肢截肢的女人。发生了什么事？...）
星期二。今天真是糟糕透顶的一天。今天早上我睡过头了，
然后和我的老板吵了一架，整天都
在下雨，而且一切都结束了——我男朋友给我发了一条短信，就
这样取消了我们的关系。多好！我问自己是否都是我的错，但那
不可能是原因，因为实际上，我不是一个那么复杂的人
，也不是一个不好看的人。 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 额外的几磅不可能是
原因；尽管我有一个大屁股，但我觉得我仍然是一个很
像样的人。至少
在我二十五岁生日之前的几天里都是这样，然后，众所周知，一个女人
自动变成老巫婆。有点沮丧，我坐在我的
电脑前上网浏览其他话题。
我发现了一个非常不起眼的网站，提供“人体建模机”。现在，这
听起来很有趣。怀着不安但又充满好奇的心情，我
下载了提供的演示版本。
经过几次尝试，我设法使用该软件并进行了
第一次试用。使用我的网络摄像头，我给自己拍了照片，然后软件
制作了一张 3D 图像，我可以随意操作。
我做的第一件事就是让自己看起来更苗条。然后我试图让
自己更高，但这并不是最大的成功。我继续玩
围绕我的形象，最后决定在另一个
方向尝试一些东西，可能是作为一种威慑，并增加了我后端的尺寸。
尽管这个想法一开始看起来有点偏离，但在对
图像进行了一些处理后，我设法产生了一个让我满意的新外观。我
调整了我的其他比例以匹配扩大的骨盆部分，并且不得不
承认我的身材更丰满看起来并没有那么糟糕。
我继续玩这个软件，然后决定
更仔细地调查供应商的主页。然后我变得非常
好奇。他们以299.00美元的价格提供了“虚拟现实套装”。不管那
是什么——它应该与全息甲板上的效果类似
企业。它看起来像头盔，就像癫痫病患
者所戴的头盔一样，各种电极都从头盔中伸出来。它
应该与演示版本一起使用，这与我没有
为完整程序版本另外支付 150.00 美元一样好。
事不宜迟，我买了头盔，几天后，
我手里拿着头盔的包裹。我很好奇，把
头盔拿到我的电脑上，并连接起来。
我启动软件，立即收到警告通知：“警告！
不要每周使用虚拟现实套装超过一次与
人体建模机演示版。它会导致意想不到的结果！”
不为所动，我按照操作说明进行操作，直到我
到达最重要的阶段，屏幕上有一个巨大的红色按钮，
问我：“现在开始你的 VR 吗？”
一瞥时钟告诉我现在是晚上 7 点，
我头上戴着头盔，肚子里有蝴蝶，还有一种不安的感觉，我
作为一个 130 公斤的小女人开始了晚上。（那个
胖女人的实验比我原先
想承认的更引起我的兴趣）。
一瞬间，只有雾气，但随后我的视线再次清晰，
我开始有点恐慌。我几乎无法呼吸。然而，我
很快意识到，这一切都是因为衣服太紧了。我的
牛仔裤裂开了，我的运动衫的后背也被撕掉了。我脱掉
衣服，赤身裸体地站在书房里。头盔不知何故消失了，
程序不再运行。但这并没有打扰我，因为
我意识到我毕竟是在我的虚拟现实中，我只有
在第二天早上醒来后才会离开。
我走进大厅，看着镜子里的自己。感觉自己的
脚步比平时更难
走，走到走廊的时候，有些气喘吁吁。当我第一次看到
镜子里的自己时，我感到震惊。我有一个巨大的肚子，垂下来，覆盖了我的耻骨区域。两个
大屁股形成了我的后部，我的大腿内侧摩擦
互相反对。我的上臂大到和
我以前的大腿一样大，而我一直觉得太大的胸部，
与我的大肚子相比似乎没有了。
我不得不在晚上剩下的时间里赤身裸体，因为我没有
适合我的新尺码的衣服，但我决定在
下周购买一些64 码的衣服。那些肯定适合。
后来我躺在床上，我自己玩了一会儿，就像
我男朋友甩了我后几乎每天晚上都在做的那样。操作说明上
说，休息一夜后整个表演就结束了，
醒来后身体会恢复正常。经过这次经历，我
当然期待下周二的新体验。经过反思，我
意识到我改变的形状让我兴奋。
除了
下周二在虚拟现实中我会在整个星期内对我的形象做些什么之外，我无法考虑其他任何事情。经过
几个星期我终于找到我喜欢的体形。它包括一个
相对苗条的上半身（尽管
对于普通人来说看起来太丰满了），加上非常宽的臀部，上面有很多脂肪
和粗大的大腿。我的胸部和腹部很
放松，避免了身体垂下的脂肪褶皱。换句话说，我创造了一个
庞大而坚固的身体。
一天，我去看望我哥哥，他正在医院矫正
手上的骨刺。在医院走廊里，我遇到一位
护士，推着轮椅的年轻男子。尽管
他生病了，但他看起来很英俊。这个可怜的人刚被截肢，肯定还有
其他伤势，因为他的头上还戴着一个框架，
阻止了他的头部活动。后来我得知他穿着
光环支架。
我真的无法解释原因，但我被他的外表迷住了。
因此，我决定在下周二晚上以单腿
女人的身份度过。
当我坐在电脑前等待时，我的兴奋几乎无法忍受
在接下来的时间里，我可以按下“渲染”按钮来启动我的
截肢者计划。尽管我有时会
违反规定，但我严格遵守虚拟现实计划的规则，
每周使用该装置不超过一次。每周不超过一次意味着我不能
在晚上 7 点之前开始我的程序。
当我按下按钮后，一切都变得一如既往地不清楚，我
就坐在那里。不知怎的，一切都是那么平淡，直到
我看到一条空的右裤腿垂下的那一刻。我简直不敢相信：
我的腿真的没了。我能感觉到树桩。我只需要看到那个。当
我起身脱下裤子时，我惊讶于平衡是多么困难
当另一条腿丢失时，一只腿。直到这一刻，我一直
认为这不可能那么难。毕竟，每个人都可以
单腿站立。然而，没有第二条腿，整个身体的平衡就
失去了同步，我只能
扶着桌子顺利脱掉裤子。
看到我的大腿残肢让我的脊椎发冷。它又圆又
厚（就像我的另一条大腿一样），而且有点软。我有点害怕——
如果刚才的程序崩溃了会怎样？我会
在早上再次双腿醒来吗？如果不是，会发生什么？我
坐在我的办公椅上，幸好它的腿上有滚轮，然后
翻到镜子前。我真的是单腿的。我几乎瘫痪
了，整个晚上都坐在椅子上，看着
镜子里的自己。
那天晚上我睡得很不安，
第二天早上醒来时我的双腿很高兴。然而，渐渐地，我开始对
前一天晚上错过的机会感到恼火。为什么我昨晚那么
震惊？最近几周，我已经发现这种
错觉只持续到第二天早上；我的大脑告诉我，如果
在之前的会议中是这样，那么现在应该不会有任何
不同。因此，我决定将下周二的会议作为
再次单腿，但这一次，我会更喜欢它。
现在，我已经为身体的变化做好了心理准备，我享受
了几个星期二的单腿训练。过了一会儿，我能够站得
更好了。我什至给自己买了一副拐杖。
我拄着拐杖在走廊上走来走去，在镜子里欣赏自己，
每次看到的景象都让我重新兴奋起来。我尝试了各种服装，一次是一条
裤子，另一次是一条裙子。尽管
身材高大，我什至还尝试了短裤。裸露的残肢从裤腿里露出来，这让我非常高兴
。但我最喜欢的仍然是一条长裙，它使我的
臀部更宽。
一天晚上，我的一个拐杖断了，我不得不
在晚上剩下的时间里用一根拐杖在公寓里跳来跳去。令人惊讶的是，
经过一些练习后，它并没有那么复杂。因此，我决定
在下周二尝试别的东西：单腿单臂。我决定失去
左臂和右腿。
周二晚上，我再次坐在我的电脑前，在
七点钟的时候按下了按钮。像往常一样的雾气来了，然后，我看到
我的套头衫的左臂空空荡荡。空的裤子腿不再是
一件大事了，因为我已经习惯了。
我脱下套头衫看我的胳膊残端。我发现它
只用一只手臂脱下套头衫并不是那么容易。树桩
很短，我把它拿在手里。然后，我决定看看
这样的树桩是否还有用。我可以
在树桩下放一张报纸，然后用那种方式搬运。我只能用
它触摸我的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。我能够刮伤我的左耳。我无法抓挠我的右
腋窝，但那里很痒，尽管我已经洗过澡了。这
不是很舒服，但我把它从我的脑海里放了出来。
我站起来，想按照以前的做法走几步。
我能够直接了解手臂对于保持
平衡的重要性，因为我起床时差点摔倒。我只是能够抓住
我的右手在桌子的边缘。
当我试图恢复平衡时，左臂残肢疯狂地抽打着。在我终于恢复
平衡后，我走到镜子前。在我看来，这是一个非常
壮观的景象。但我错过了一些有趣的穿着。我
决定穿长裙，搭配牛仔裤夹克。穿上这些
东西有点困难，但我已经预料到了。我把空
袖子塞进上衣的口袋里，被我的样子逗乐了。
接下来的一周，我想更进一步。由于我没有
轮椅（我现在可以使用），我保留了双腿，但决定
将自己变成肘部以上的截肢者。我有一种不安的感觉
当我做出那个决定时，因为这会让我很无助好
几个小时。然而，当我按下
命令按钮时，我手足无措。这次我穿上了一件非常短袖的T恤，因为
我确信在我没有
手臂的状态下我无法穿上任何更复杂的衣服。
平日的雾气散去后，我立马走到镜子前，看了看那
两个手臂的残肢。我认为没有手臂真是太好了，几乎
后悔在现实生活中拥有两只健康的手臂，直到我感受到
大自然的召唤。我没有想过。我怎么打开裤子
去洗手间？我站在浴室里，眼泪差点掉下来，
我不得不拼命小便，但没有机会脱掉
裤子。我千方百计地想伸手够到裤子上的扣子，
用脚打开，但没有机会。我没有别的办法，
只能在我的裤子里撒尿。啊! 如果这还不够糟糕
，那晚我不得不穿着这些湿裤子因为同样的原因睡觉。真是一团糟！我决定
下周二做得更好。
整个下午我都没有喝任何东西
，为了安全起见，我在七点前去上厕所。我不想经历
像上周二那样的惨败。准备充分，满怀幸福的
期待，我在七点钟的时候按下了按钮。
什么都没发生。
电脑开始关机。奇怪的。我做错了什么吗？
重新启动电脑后，软件不见了，我再也找不到
“人体建模机”了。我也无法
在 Internet 上找到制造商的站点。我开始恐慌。那我要
在我的珍贵周二脱离不了这个计划？
我拼命地寻找该软件，但在
任何地方都找不到它的链接，甚至没有任何提示。那天晚上，我作为一个非常
沮丧的女孩上床睡觉。
我对失去我最喜欢的玩具的愤怒足以让我感到恶心。而
最后，有一天早上，我确实有高温和醒来
头痛。我在我的药柜里尝试了所有常用的治疗方法，但是
没有任何帮助。到了晚上，我发烧了 40?C。用我最后的
力气，我拖着自己去看了我的家庭医生，那是
我在医院醒来之前记得的最后一件事。还有
就是在我的床上摆着家电的数组，我能听到繁忙的
活动外，并有谁是照顾我一个男护士。
“我在哪里？” 我问。“发生了什么？”
他告诉我我在哪里。
“天哪，圣玛丽医院，重症监护室。那只是
桃色，“我想。
“为什么我的右臂或左臂都不能移动？” 有一段时间，我
一直试图抓挠和揉眼睛。而不是回答，男性
护士紧张地垂下眼睛。这把我吓坏了。
“好吧，告诉我为什么我的胳膊动不了？！” 平时
这么急躁和突然不是我的风格，但这次我觉得有一个
很好的理由。
“因为你没有胳膊了，”是干巴巴的、相当冷酷的
回答。
“什么？……”我惊叫了一声，只相信护士
把床罩往后拉了一点。我被惊呆了。现在，我的手臂
在肩膀下方仅几厘米处结束，并且缠着厚厚的绷带。我
震惊了！我惊呆了，
久久才注意到下半身的平床罩。不，我想，这不可能是
真的。
“你的细菌感染很严重，
为了保命，必须截肢。”护士
一边说着，一边将被褥的下半部分推到一边，露出两个缠着绷带很厚的大腿残肢。
我开始哭了。这不可能是真的！那不可能发生在我身上！
再也不能去任何地方，再也不能碰任何东西，
我的余生都依赖陌生人的帮助。为什么是我？
接下来的几天，我盯着天花板，任由
护士随意洗漱、穿衣、喂食的同时，我想起了
“塑身机”的警告：“警告！
使用人体模型机演示版时，不要每周使用虚拟现实套装超过一次。它
会导致意想不到的结果！”
但为什么呢？我一直等到每个星期二晚上 7 点。
我沉思。我沉思。发生了什么？中午左右，太阳直射
我的房间，把我弄瞎了。
我想，该死，太阳，夏天，夏令时！那个星期天，在
我最后一次体验我的虚拟现实程序之前，我们不得不把
时钟拨快一小时。所以，我早了一个小时 yl957003736 发表于 2021-5-6 20:28
不知道这个是不是，试着在这个地方找了一下https://groups.io/g/Ampstories-classified/files/2%20Amputee% ...
应该还不是这篇，那篇是个第三人称 好像是身体塑模器？
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