The following is fiction and depicts acts that would highly immoral in real life, and will not be done in real life. I can separate real life from fiction. With that in mind:

Hi! My name is Aarvi, and I'm a 14 year old girl. Truth be told, although I go to school nearby, I don't have many friends. Well, any friends, really. I usually keep to myself at home, often reading or playing games on my laptop. My relationship with my parents is pretty rocky too, we regularly get into arguments, often about computer use.

One day, when I was going home from school, I felt almost certain someone was following me. I sped up and tried to get home quicker, but later, next Saturday, I was out to go to the shops down the road another person seemed to be tailing me, although I didn't recognise them from before or anywhere else. I had to put it down to my imagination.

But could I put it down to my imagination that my hair on my arms and legs seemed to be growing less? I needed to shave less and less often over the next few weeks. And my pubes just vanished completely one day. I woke up, and they were gone. I didn't particularly mind, I didn't shave it becuase I couldn't be bothered, not because I preferred it that way. But I felt uncomfortable and watched. I couldn't tell anyone though. For one, I would be far too embarrassed, and they also wouldn't believe me. I went to bed tossing and turning with several thoughts going through my mind for the next couple of weeks, but it was gradually put out of my mind in favour of other things.

Then, about 8 weeks later, once I'd completely forgotten about the people following me or my body hair vanishing, I went to sleep one night completely unsuspecting of anything. When I woke up the next morning, I was shocked.

I was in a concrete cell, about 2m^3, with metal bars on one side, a carpeted empty corridor behind it. I was entirely naked. As I became more aware, I suddendly realised this, and my first instinct was to scream. This was when I discovered I couldn't make any noise from my mouth. I could try as hard as I liked but it was as if my vocal cords had been severed. I was hyperventilating, I clamped my legs together and covered my breasts with my hands, scared that someone was watching me, or might come and see me like this.

There wasn't much I could do, and I sat waiting in anticipation. After a few minutes of nothing changing at all, I relaxed a bit, facing away from the bars and occasionally looking back through them to see if anything was happening.

After about an hour, I realised I needed to pee. There was no toilet in the cell though, so I had to hold in it, rocking back and forth, clamping my legs together. I couldn't keep that up forever though. After about one more hour with no change, I couldn't help myself, and I pissed myself, making a puddle of piss under me on the floor. I curled up in a ball on the floor, and cried silent tears. Nothing happened for a long time, and I just sat in that cell, lost in my thoughts, initially about how I could escape, but then wondering about what this place was and why I was here. I had no answers though. Eventually I fell alseep.

When I woke up, I felt the need to poop. I hadn't eaten anything yesterday, but I wasn't hungry. Having learnt my lesson yesterday, I knew it was pointless to hold it in. I defecated on the floor, adding it to the pee that still covered part of the cramped floor. I waited, hoping that something would happen to release me from this place, or at the very least, my boredom. But nothing did. I suddenly felt thirsty, and noticed for the first time a rubber nipple at my standing shoulder-height on the back (opposite the bars) wall of the cell. I tentatively sucked on it, and, as I had hoped, felt water making its way down my throat. Another day (well, it felt like one, there was no natural light or windows here) passed, and I fell asleep once more, on the opposite side of the cell to where I had pooped.

When I woke up again, the puddle of old piss, the smell of which I had got used to by now, was still there. But the poop had been removed! I noticed my pussy felt weird too. I touched it, feeling self-conscious, although for the last two days I hadn't seen a single person. My clit felt different, more sensitive. I felt around and realised its normal protective hood wasn't there. I only felt smooth skin around. Touching my exposed clit felt good though, better than normal even. Not only did it feel more sensitive, I realised I had been so consumed by worry and embarrassment that I hadn't masturbated for two days. Feeling fairly confident that no-one was going to suddenly appear, I, tentatively at first, started rubbing my clit. Before long, I was close to cumming, and, as I had expected, I remained undisturbed. I was a squirter. I squirted all over the cell floor, adding to the mess of pee that was already there.

More piss and shit had joined the floor by the end of the day, when I went to sleep. This continued for several days, with the poop always being removed in the morning, but not the liquid waste.

Then, about three days later, my body felt very different upon waking up. Well, my genital area specifically. I was totally shocked. Instead of my normal pussy and butt, when I looked down I saw just inner pussy skin, but stretched out up to the beginning of my thigh. My recently exposed clit was gone, and so were my pussy lips, both inner and outer. To add to that, my slit had been extended back so that it connected with my butt hole, creating one long smooth slit. My slit had been extended up a little too, past where my clit had been, making it bigger in both directions. My clit was gone! Did that mean I could no longer cum? I soon realised that my vagina had gained new sensation. By pushing my fist in deep, I could feel something. Although it was enough to arouse me, I couldn't get it deep enough to cum. I closed my legs, and realised my pussy was stretched so tight it was spread open even when my legs were as close together as they could be.

I felt the need to piss, which by now I did without hesitation, but the piss came out of my vagina, not my piss slit - which I couldn't find, anyway - and in a much wider stream than usual, so it was all out within a few seconds. I pooped too, and the feeling of the poop rubbing against my vagina as it exited, due to the slit being extended, was novel, and not at all unpleasant.

It had been a while, and I was starting to lose hope of rescue.

I lost track of the amount of days before anything new happened, while I continued drinking from the rubber nipple on the wall, pissing and pooping on the floor (and the poop was removed in the morning). I must have been being fed somehow, although I was not conscious of it, as I continued to poop and not feel hungry. I even discovered that by fisting myself for what felt like an hour and a half, I could cum, which I did without shame, no one ever showed themselves to me.

Then, obviously, it had to get worse again. I woke up a day later, and didn't immediately see what was wrong. Then I noticed my arms were gone. I didn't even have a bump on my shoulder, it was just smooth skin from the side of my torso to my neck. I tried to move my arms, but there weren't even stumps I could move, it had been removed right to the root. I felt violated even more, as I had been feeling quite a bit already, but I didn't immediately notice the practical effect. I could still stand to drink from the rubber nipple on the wall, sit to piss and shit, and sit and think. That was about all I had been doing for the last, well, it felt like about a week and a half. But I could no longer masturbate! I just had to sit in horniness, as the occasional poop made me temporarily stimulated, almost like being edged, but then I couldn't stimulate myself anymore, without hands! I tried to rub myself on the concrete floor of my cell, but that just hurt my sensitive inner pussy skin that was pulled so tight, more than anything; I certainly didn't feel any pleasure.

The next two days that passed were the most torturous, as I was kept in perpetual denial.

Then, two days later, I woke up, for the first time in about two weeks, somewhere else! As I awoke and started to look around drowsily, I noticed, for the first time in a while, other people! They seemed to be in the same situation as me, looking unfamiliarly at their surroundings, waking up. They were also all totally nude, had no body hair or pubes, and seemed to have had the same body modifications as me, most noticeably no trace of either arms, but their pussies were also all devoid of a clit or any pussy lips, their inner pussy skin was stretched incredibly tightly to their thigh, their pussy slit was extended upwards, and their ass and pussy were connected in one long slit. Aside from that, and the fact their all of our breast sizes seemed slightly above average for our age, there were no more commonalities between us. There were around 20 of us, some black like me, others in a variety of skin tones, any age from what looked like around 13 to 17. We were all girls. The cell itself (we were still in a cell, unfortunately), was definitely bigger that my previous one (which, to remind you, was about 2m^3). This one had metal bars on one side, as cells do. That side seemed about 3m long. The height was the same, 2m, and the length of the room was about 5m. So although this cell was bigger, I had less individual space compared to the old cell (4m^2 for one person as opposed to 15m^3 for ~20). Nevertheless, there was enough space for us to all sit separately.

The cell had a toilet at the far end, on the righthand corner, and along the back wall six rubber nipples.

With so many eyes on me, for the first time in a while I felt self-conscious, both of my nudity and my modifications. I tried to hide my pussy by clamping my legs together, but it didn't fully work, it was still partially open due to its tightness, and I had no hands to cover it or my breasts with. I tried covering my breasts with my knees by lifting my legs up, but then my ass and its extended slit was fully exposed. I alternated between those two states for the next few minutes, and I noticed all the other girls were too. Eventually, one of the other girls stopped, looking exhausted, and just relaxed on the floor, not trying to hide anything. Another girl, one of the older looking ones, took that as a signal that she didn't have to try and cover herself too. And within half an hour none of us were, though none of us looked at each other's faces either.

A moment later, a girl who looked about 15, with brown skin, got up, and, with her head down, shuffled slowly but purposefully to the toilet. She sat down on the white plastic seat, I saw her face strain and heard a plop, and some odd sounds from the toilet, but then she got up, and without dripping anything, went back and sat back down where she was, looking gloomy. We all looked gloomy. Intrigued, and needing to pee, myself, I walked over to the toilet myself, which was easier than I had expected without arms. I sat down on it. Although I usually would have wiped the seat first at home, I didn't have that option here, so I sat down, feeling uncomfortable. I probably made some weird faces when I was surprised by the feeling of something pulling my ass cheeks apart! I didn't need to shit though, just piss, so I let a torrent of pee pour out of my vagina, which was where piss came out of now? I didn't really understand it, but that was what had been happening since my pussy was modified. I made to get up, but my butt felt literally glued to the seat, I couldn't move it. More specifically, they felt glued to whatever was spreading my ass.

I felt panicked, and nothing happened for about a minute, then the force pinning me to the toilet suddenly stopped, and I quickly got off and basically *ran* back to where I was sitting before, on the concrete floor, with a little pee dripping from me. Some other girls used the toilet in the intervening time too, none seemed as panicked as me, perhaps because they had already seen my reaction, but there did seem to be those who seemed pleasantly surprised, and those negatively. Interestingly, the ones who seemed more negatively affected usually dripped a small amount of piss (just a few droplets, not enough to make a puddle), but the more positively affected ones I couldn't help notice returned with dry, clean looking slits. A few of them also drunk from the rubber nipples on the wall, and before long all six had been used by a girl each.

I held in my piss for a bit, as I was scared of the toilet, but soon I needed to shit too, and I approached it once more. I was a bit more prepared this time, so I was expecting the thing that spread my ass cheeks and pinned me to the seat. I let my restrained piss gush out of me first. It felt weird to poop with my butt cheeks spread like that, but I managed it, the poop brushing past my spread pussy slit as usual. Then, unlike my first experience with this toilet, water was sprayed into my slit, cleaning it, and incidentally arousing me just enough to tease, then dry hot air, leaving it clean and dry, and depriving my needy pussy of sensation. After that, it released me. The only conclusion I could draw was that this was because this time I had pooped as well, rather than just pissing.

I felt thirsty at this point too, but I didn't want to drink from one of the rubber nipples another girl had put her own saliva on already. I sat back down again. It was just a matter of time though, eventually I was thirsty enough to drink from one anyway. They were roughly just below shoulder height, so I had to bend down, sticking my butt out, to drink properly. That didn't bother me though really, by this point.

Another night passed.

As I woke up, I noticed a younger, white girl rubbing her pussy on my leg. My first reaction was alarm and indignation, but then I realised the sense of it. I was feeling a quite horny too by this point, having not cum since my arms were removed. I decided to even help her, inserting my toes into her pussy, which she seemed to enjoy. I fucked her with my toes for a long time, too long, but after what felt like half an hour of this, and some other girls even copying us, she finally came. She understood my indication, and started to repay me in kind. It took me too long as well, but, unlike her, I was a squirter, and I squirted over her foot when I came. She shook it off in disgust, her foot still wet and sticky, and rapidly returned to where she was before, on the other side of the small cell.

I continued drinking, pissing, pooping and, with the help of another girl who was also a squirter and therefore not repulsed by me, cumming, for the rest of the day. We slept that night our sticky bodies pressed together.

I awoke the next day with a mild need to piss. I sat on the toilet, accustomed by this point to it spreading my butt, and tried to piss. Nothing would come out. I could poop, and I did, and it worked normally. But as much as I strained to piss, not a drop would leave my pussy. It only made me need to piss more, in fact. I stayed on that toilet for a while. Eventually, another girl indicated she needed to go, so I reluctantly got off, dancing from the need to pee, and let her use the toilet. But she too got off after a minute seeming unrelieved. Other girls also tried, some pooped, but none seemed able to piss. Others joined me in the 'I need to pee' dance.

Fortunately, it was soon that, for the first time ever, I saw another person at the bars of our cell. A nude, white, adult woman, with the same pussy modifications as us, but with arms. And, unlike us, she could speak. She opened the bars.

The bars were open! I madly tried to rush out, to get away from this place.

She caught me, held me in front of her, and deliberately kicked my bladder. It felt incredibly uncomfortable and painful for a moment.

"Don't try to escape", she said, "or you will get punished."

Unable to respond, I and the other girls nodded vigorously.

"Now follow me. And stay orderly."

I and the rest of the girls followed the woman, me and a few others walking awkwardly due to our need to piss, turning right into the corridor. It was my first proper look at the corridor, though I had seen it through the bars. It has a faded purple carpet on the floor, and the walls were made of stone, rougher than the concrete in the cell.

"Your bars will open every day this time for you to go through", she spoke again. "You must go exactly the way I am showing you today, or you will be punished. Don't try to escape or go anywhere else, we will know."

I looked at a security camera clearly visible on the wall, and committed to doing exactly what this woman said.

We all nodded and she smiled.

Directly beyond our cell was an open lift at 45 degrees to the hallway, and I saw a hallway of empty small cells, like the one I was in before, to my left. The woman gestured for us to get in the lift, and we did. It was a big lift, it could have held over 40 people at a squeeze, although we were only about 20. Then she walked in herself and the doors closed automatically.

I felt the lift dropping, and I couldn't stand still. I had to twist my legs and pace due to my need to pee. Then the doors opened. There were perpendicular corridors stretching to the left and right, but the woman was leading us directly forward into an open inside door on the corner of the corridor.

It was a shower room unlike any I'd seen before. 4m tall, square, and very wide, made of white marble tiles on the floor, and plain white marble walls and ceiling. There was a cemicircle of showers on the ceiling, contantly pouring out water, on one side of the semicircle the water was steaming, and on the other it was not. There was what looked like an automatic soap dispensor mounted about 75cm up the far wall, and next to it what looked like a hand dryer big enough to dry the whole body. On the floor, in the center of the semicircle of showers was a drain that all the water fell in, the whole floor sloped gradually towards it. It was a grand place.

But that wasn't the first thing I noticed. The first thing I noticed was a group of about 20 boys standing on the other side of the shower room to us. They were all totally nude, and were a range of ages (between about 13 to 17) and races, like we were, and like us, they didn't have any trace of arms, or any body hair or pubes. Their dicks were all pointing straight out, they were rock hard. Their glans' were all exposed, like a throbbing mushroom at the end of their shaft, they didn't have any foreskin, and inner foreskin had been stretched super tight back about halfway down their cocks, making their dicks look very two tone, and shiny from the tightness - much as my pussy was shiny from being stretched tight. They had no frenulum, and, indeed, the entire underside of their glans' were split in two pieces, with a gap from the tip of their dick to the start of the shaft, and extending as deep as it took to open up their urethra. None of their balls hung low, they were all tight and smooth under their dicks. There was a bump near the bottom of the shaft of all their dicks, and occasionally a buzzing sound would be heard from across the room, which I didn't know what to make of.

"Well?", asked the woman. "Wash!" She acknowledged our armlessness. "You'll just have to wash each other!"

We stood there for a moment, then one boy went over to the soap dispenser, got some soap on his foot, and started rubbing the soap over one next to him. Before long, we were all soaping others, although we kept to our own sex. Once I was soaped by another girl, I stood under the showers, which I quickly learnt were graduated in temerature from freezing on one side to boiling on the other. I settled on somewhere in the middle, which was becoming crowded with the majority of the people, forcing me to intermingle with the boys. I tried discreetly pissing under the shower, since I still needed to go quite badly now, but still nothing would come out. It was really uncomfortable.

Dripping with water, I moved over to the thing that looked like an oversized hand dryer, which turned out to be very effective at drying my whole body when I stood underneath it. It wasn't fully my own idea, I had seen several other people do it first. I then stood back to one side of the room where some others were already waiting and waited for something to happen, while I squirmed and twisted my legs. The remaining people joined our group too. Fortunately, before too long, the woman returned, and spoke. She noticed that some of us, including me, were squirming.

"You need to piss," she said. "But you aren't able to. Well, let me tell you something. You have implants in you, that will only let you piss when you, and a specific member of the opposite sex you are paired with - not just any, you each have your assigned pair - both orgasm while fucking each other."

Her candid language caused some of us to flinch. We looked at each other nervously, as the woman just left the room. 'You haven't told us who we're partners with!' I wanted to scream, but I couldn't utter any sound. I hadn't imagined my first time having sex would be like this, with my arms removed, with a strange boy in a communal shower, but I needed to piss so bad. I touched a similarly desperate looking white boy, and he understood. I didn't know if he was my assigned pair, but if I had to try one by one I would.

We moved a short distance away, and I lay down on the floor with him on top of me. He inserted his rock hard dick into my pussy, and the bump of what I guessed was his implant rubbed against my pussy. I guess the idea of implants controlling our piss should have disgusted me, but the bumpiness really aroused me. His glans rim, and the fact that his glans underside was split into two parts also really added delightful texture. This felt so much better than another girl's foot, and so I wasn't surprised that barely 5 minutes later I was convulsing in dry orgasm. The fact that nothing could exit my pussy made it a bit painful though, and the boy looked even more in pain as his cock pulsed like it was about to cum, but it couldn't. He was evidently not my assigned pair.

Undaunted, my bladder driving me on, I walked past the other people fucking each other desperately on the ground beside me and found another free boy to try.

5 boys later, about half of us had found our match, but I was not among them. Those of us who remained all needed to pee quite badly, and for me personally it had moved from very uncomfotable to slightly painful. As I fucked the next boy, a light brown boy who looked about 16, my breath came out in short gasps, until I was soon cumming again. I felt a click deep inside my pussy, and piss burst out like a geyser, past the sides of his cock, spraying all over the floor nearby. It was the best piss I'd ever felt, orgasmic combined with immense relief as all the piss that had been trapped inside for so long was released. At the same time, I felt the boy spurting ropes of cum inside me, and then he pissed, himself, which went deep into the back of my vagina, and then exited around the sides of his own cock. Even with his significantly widened stream, it took several seconds for it all to come out. When it was done, we were both lying in a puddle of piss, breathing heavily. His dick started to soften, but I heard a buzz, and it got hard again.

Fortunately, I was in a shower room, so after lying exhausted for a few moments, I rinsed myself off in the shower to get rid of the cum and piss, and then sat back down heavily against the wall of the cell. As there were fewer people remaining who hadn't found their pair, it took less time for the remaining people to find them, and before long everyone was sitting exhausted next to their pair against the wall of the shower room.

After a few minutes, the woman returned. I was too tired to do anything more than stare balefully at her, and besides I was scared of her. She escorted us all back, both boys and girls, to a new cell. Same design as the other one, with a concrete wall and floor, a toilet at the back right, and eight rubber drinking nipples on the back wall (so still not nearly enough for the ~40 of us to have one each). This one was 4x2x7m, so just slightly smaller than twice the size of the old group cell, 28m^2 for the ~40 of us. (The old one was 15m^2 for ~20 of us, for comparison.) I was so tired that I curled up on the floor and fell asleep almost immediately.

I woke up again, and waited for the current boy to be done on the toilet, after he got up, with his dick rock hard I noticed, I sat down myself. The toilet spread my butt cheeks, as usual, and I pooped. I noticed I still couldn't piss, and surmised the implant thing was still ongoing. My pair was already awake, with his dick totally hard of course. Every single boy's dick was, in fact. Anyway, I only had to go near him and he seemed to be of the same mind as me. He started fucking me right there on the cell floor, and I enthusiastically reciprocated, thrusting up into him. I wanted to be able to piss, true, but I also enjoyed the sex itself. Having never fucked anyone since the day before, I was really enjoying the new sensation, and it seemed my pair was too. Attaining orgasm, he released new cum into my pussy, and we both pissed a little, creating a small puddle on the floor under my pussy. I was feeling messy now, and thought maybe I should have waited to poop until after that, since it would have cleaned me.

However, the bars on our cell soon opened, and I remembered the words of the woman yesterday. I started to make my way to the shower room and didn't try to escape. One boy tried to run the other way, but the woman intercepted him. She kicked him in the balls as an example to us, to incentivise us to not try to escape, and pointed out that she could see him running from the cameras.

We carried on our way to the showers, and washed each other as before, although we seemed to reach a silent consensus to each only wash our pair.

For the next few months we followed the same routine, drinking from the rubber nipples, which we very much had to share, pooping in the toilet, since we had to fuck our pair to be able to piss, trying to only fuck and piss when in the shower, to keep our cell floor clean of piss, but sometimes it was unavoidable. It became a routine, and I subconsciously almost expected it to go on forever.

But of course it couldn't.

I woke up on a day like any other, and followed the routine I had become accustomed to, pooping in the toilet and having a drink in the morning, and holding in my piss for the shower room, which I knew the cell doors would open soon. However, they didn't. I noticed that four people, two pairs, were missing from the cell.

I waited a bit, then since I needed to piss, and it didn't look like the cell bars were about to open, I went over to my pair, and by silent agreement, the 16 year old, light brown skinned boy lay down on the concrete cell floor, and I positioned my pussy on his hard cock, and we both started thrusting. We were near cumming when we were interrupted by the woman getting our attention from the other side of the bars. Reluctantly I got off him, as we all paid attention. She called one pair of people, and told them to follow her. She let them out of the cell, and they three walked away. She didn't return for a while, so I finished fucking my pair and we both pissed.

About 45mins later, the woman returned without the pair she had taken with her, and summoned a different pair, not us, to follow her. This pattern continued, her returning every so often without the previous people, to take another pair. A long time had passed, and there were only 14 people left in the cell (7 pairs), and it was starting to look quite empty. I had had plenty of time to wonder what was going on. Finally, it was my turn. The woman returned alone, and instructed me and my pair to follow her. She let us out of the cell, and we followed, nude as usual, down the corridor, but this time a different route. We went up the lift, instead of down, and found ourselves on what must have been the roof of the building. It was the first time I had seen the sky in months, even if it was overcast. It was a bit windy too, but mild.

There was a helicopter on the concrete roof in front of us, which the woman opened and told us to enter. We sat our bare butts down on the two passenger seats, and I noticed my pair's implant was no longer vibrating to keep him hard, his dick was finally allowed to get soft. The woman rummaged in a box, and took out two baggy looking short short jeans. She told us to let her put them on us. She, with her arms, found it easy to do so, although by our armless selves we would have found it much more difficult. We were now both wearing baggy short shorts, although the woman was entirely naked still. Neither of us had anything on our top half, so my boobs still hung out, and most of our legs were uncovered. In addition, the shorts were baggy enough that plenty of the breeze still went straight at my pussy. And my pair's dick hung straight down one side of his shorts, without much to keep it inside.

We sat back down on the seats, and the woman strapped us in, then sat down herself in the pilot's seat. She didn't tell us what she was doing as she flew us over a large forest. We saw the large square gray building disappear behind us as we travelled on for several kilometers. Before long, the woman came to a landing on a small clearing in the forest floor. Nearby was a forest stream, and the forest floor itself looked relatively clean and free of stinging nettles.