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不知道这个是不是，试着在这个地方找了一下https://groups.io/g/Ampstories-c ... e%20Stories/Magical
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! |
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