Day 3

I was awoken rather early the next day for another meeting. While they had been considerate enough to provide refreshments, I hardly ended up remembering any of it; it was both uncomfortably early and boring, and we didn’t discuss much of anything other than everyday budgetary and administrative issues. After it ended, all three of my travel mates had been pumped to go out on the town again, but as for myself I was in the mood for a nap and thus stayed behind in the hotel room.

Unfortunately, after having been up for a few hours I found it difficult to go back to sleep, and I found myself alone and bored. I looked around the room and noticed, to my surprise, three pairs of cyborg arms hanging unused. So Mira had joined in and left hers behind as well. After a minute or so of contemplation, I decided that as long as I was alone (and of course naked, per habit) there wasn’t any harm in a little “test drive.”

I took my arms off and set a rule for myself: until either the other three came back or I had to go to my next meeting, I would not put them back on, even if I ended up going out. Even though it was commonplace here, the thought of going out in public armless excited me - sexually. I guess I was warming up to this situation a bit.

First I decided to explore the room a bit. I had already checked out the bathroom, but I had yet to take stock of the desk drawer or the closet. When I opened the latter, I found a familiar white dome - the same device I’d used on my first day here. It was pointless to resist the temptation - one second of looking at the thing and my bare feet were begging me for attention. So in they went.

In addition to the options I’d explored yesterday, the machine also offered an exfoliating and stimulating massage. I started it up, and discovered that when they had “rejuvenated” my feet at the immigration center, they had made them just as sensitive as my hands. Before long the stimulation was making the rest of my body want to be touched as well - particularly between my legs. But with no hands, I couldn’t satisfy myself! I took my feet out of the machine just for a second, but confirmed that I remained just barely unable to reach with them. I tried turning face-down, reinserting my feet and grinding against the bed, first in the middle where I had been lying and then on the corner. It still wasn’t enough.

Unwilling to take my feet out of the machine and walk, I dragged myself inchworm-style to the bathroom. If I recalled properly, the shower had a movable head that could be controlled by a panel on the wall, near the floor. It was clearly meant for my feet, but lying on the bottom of the tub, I could manage to push the buttons with my nose. I must have looked very silly, but nobody was watching and I didn’t care. I directed a concentrated stream of hot water onto my nethers, but that only made me hornier. I needed something solid to touch me.

Perhaps it was possible to ignore my lonely privates and climax just from being touched other places. I doubted it, but it was worth a try. I could get my nipples stimulated reasonably just by rubbing them on various surfaces, so it was left up to my feet to get me the rest of the way there. I took one out and pressed a button with a picture of an old-fashioned party hat - surely some kind of special super-mode. As I’d guessed, the machine set to work giving me a random shuffle of licking, sucking, and other sensations. It even tickled me a couple times.

Unfortunately… I remained unsatisfied. No amount of fantasizing and grinding was able to satisfy me. After a few frustrated minutes, I came up with a very naughty idea. I’d always called myself a “household” nudist, and admittedly loved to be naked. So why not go out naked? Mira would flip when she heard about it. I was dripping wet, and not just from the shower water, so I took a minute to clean myself up. The shower was rather sophisticated and turned out to be able to get me squeaky clean with no need to use my nonexistent hands.

I found myself hesitating in front of the door to exit the room. Would I really be able to just walk out naked and go out in public where everyone could see me? Part of me was thrilled by the idea, but I could feel it shrinking away and letting me chicken out.

Suddenly I was saved - the others burst in unceremoniously, and for a sickening moment I panicked. Could they tell what I’d been doing? Had I perhaps left residue all over the shower? Would they guess that I was about to go outside? What would I tell them?

Nobody seemed to react, though. I remembered that they’d all seen me naked before, not to mention it was obvious I’d just exited the shower. Rather, Mira seemed about to bust open at the seams with excitement.

“Sammy!” (That was my name, for those wondering. Short for “Samelia”.) “You have got to see what we found downtown! There’s this cool little back alley with the neatest body mod shops! After the afternoon meeting you have to come visit us with it - er, visit it with us. We didn’t really look at anything because I knew you’d want in. Oh, and we bought this for you.”

She produced an adorable cornflower blue dress, but there was something odd about it - there were no sleeves. And not in a sense that it was sleeveless: the shoulder straps were closed off at the sides, leaving an opening for my neck but nothing for my arms. I supposed it made sense for natives, but if I wore this, I wouldn’t be able to use my prosthetics.

“How am I supposed to wear my arms in this thing?” I asked, more or less knowing the answer.

“You don’t! It’s about time you ditched those cheap things anyway. The rest of us already did, and I see you managed to shower just fine.”

She had a point. With a little more coercion, I was convinced to wear it to our lunch meeting. It wasn’t as formal as the business outfits I’d packed, but it would do. It was a lot more formal than going naked in any case. It also turned out that I’d spent longer in the shower than I thought, and there were only a few minutes to spare before we had to go.

But I couldn’t! Not yet! I’d gotten myself all primed for an orgasm and not had it, and the last thing I wanted to do was spend the meeting distracted and sexually frustrated. Embarrassing as it was, I had to make the tough call of asking for help. I’d made a rule for myself, after all.

“I, um, well…” Here I was stuttering like a little schoolgirl again. “You see, I was, uh… well I’ve been single for a while now, and normally I’d keep it to myself, but… ahem.” I paused again. Here it came. “I need help, uh, relieving myself. You know, like… sexually?” I whispered the last part as if it would help.

As I’d expected, everyone’s eyes lit up. They managed not to laugh, however.

“Sure, why not?” answered Echo. “I could use a breather myself.”

She sure wasn’t the shrinking violet she’d always been at the office. Only two days in and this trip was changing her. I didn’t want to question my blessings, however. Before she had a chance to change her mind, I led her into the bathroom accompanied by a profusion of “thank you”s. As I closed the door behind us, I caught Mira whispering to Lita, asking if maybe they should follow suit.

Echo and I sat on the floor naked and looked each other over. I tentatively reached a leg up to her chest and started to pinch a nipple between my toes.

“I figure I might as well start. Get you a little more in ‘the mood’.”

She didn’t resist and I set to work teasing both of her breasts with my feet. Shortly thereafter she started doing the same to me. Having someone pinch my nipples with their fingers was one thing, but the shorter distance between her toes and their shorter length made the contact more intimate. I was dripping wet once again and ready to climax within less than a minute.

To give her a hint, I reached down with one foot and started to tease her labia. Before long her clitoris revealed itself, and I gave that a playful wiggle as well. Taking the hint, she mirrored the action on me. We were each fondling the other’s boobs with one foot and vaginal opening with the other, and it was a new experience altogether unlike any of my prior sexual encounters. Echo tried to shove a few of her toes into me, and the width of her foot made for an incredible amount of stretching. With some effort, coupled with a lot of squirming and moaning on my part, she was able to cram her big toe into my vagina proper. It was short, but plenty wide and hard enough.

She pushed it in and out and wiggled it around. Having a rigid object thrust in and out of my sex organ was good, but having it wiggle around in there was even better. I was ready to explode all over the floor, but I held out just a minute longer to make sure she could feel this too. I jammed my toe into her as far as it would go and started to rub the inside. Before even five minutes had gone by, we were both squirming in ecstasy and then after a few more moments, lying enervated on the cold tile floor. I was ready to go again, but we both knew that would have to wait. For the moment we had a meeting to get to.

We stood up and once again had a quick rinse in the shower, and then as I made to leave the bathroom she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the side of my shoulder where my arm had been. It was yet another new experience for me - that part of my skin hadn’t really existed before, as it was now, and thus it felt alien and wonderful. I made a mental note to see how we could capitalize on that later.

Per my earlier agreement with Mira, I put on the blue dress. It really did look awesome on me - she sure knew how to pick what fit. It seemed a little festive for a business conference, but I was sure it’d pass anyway.

Our everyday matters having been addressed at the morning meeting, the lunch meeting was focused on sharing what knowledge we had about the situation with Mastectomy Supreme, i.e. what we knew about the “oppoid” creature. In brief:

- The oppoid could consume nanobots, rendering the NanoBlock ineffective, but could not be removed once attached.
- The creature secreted hormones that made the host chemically dependent and in some cases addicted to its presence.
- Pleasure-inducing hormones were released when the oppoid was massaged, similar to a human breast but often stronger.
- The oppoid was incapable of lactation, but could consume ordinary food through the “nipple” opening. Feeding it this way also transferred nutrition to the host, so a woman could “eat through her boobs.” Test subjects universally reported that this was a pleasurable and sexually stimulating experience, possibly superior to eating normally.
- Feeding an oppoid frequently caused it to grow; feeding it extremely frequently, several times a day, was shown in test subjects to lead to a shutdown of the host’s digestive system. Continued frequent feeding while in this condition could make the shutdown permanent. Our attention was drawn to one extreme case in which a woman was reported to have purchased several pairs of oppoids on the black market. She became addicted to the hormones they released and ever since took to eating exclusively by way of the parasites. I requested a meeting with this person in order to better understand the possible side effects.
- Oppoids were hermaphrodites, meaning they had no gender of their own but had to mate in order to reproduce. Oppoids on the same host couldn’t mate, but it was found in experimental trials that oppoids attached to two human hosts often attempted to mate while the hosts were in intimate contact (such as sexual intercourse). It had so far remained unconfirmed whether, if allowed to mate, they would be able to produce fertile offspring. Mating consisted of a kiss-like conjunction of the “nipple” openings, which in the wild were prehensile and could extend to a significant length, but in the modified “domestic” form could only extend a few centimeters.

I had to admit that while it all weirded me out at first, a few features sounded pretty sexy after all. I could see how someone who had lost her boobs would jump at a chance to have a pair of these things, especially with abilities such as eating through them. Later when I got to interview that one addicted lady I’d have to ask her what she thought about it all.

When the meeting ended I was immediately dragged out by my anxious travel mates. Lita seemed the most intrigued about this oppoid creature.

“I dunno about you guys, but even though they tried to make it sound all scientific, after what I’ve heard I have half a mind to get a couple of those things myself. If I ever lose my boobs in an accident or something I’ll have to look into it,” she said with a giggle.

“Or you could just have four boobs,” Mira suggested. Indeed, it was rare but not unheard of these days for people to get body mods of that sort.

“I dunno… I think I’m good with two. Maybe I’ll keep one and replace the other.”

I reminded them that this was all hypothetical (at least I hoped), and that the side effects still weren’t fully understood. What if it ended up messing with their brains? Or gave them an unknown alien disease?

That issue was brushed aside and Mira changed the subject back to our plan for the evening, which was to visit the street downtown with all the crazy body mod shops. They supposedly had pretty near everything there, including some stuff GenRegen had cooked up recently. On arrival, Lita almost literally dragged us into one of the shops.

“What brings you in today?” asked the man at the counter. A man! A rare sight around here, but hey, there had to be at least a few hiding somewhere.

“I want something that makes me feel like I belong. As in something special that I could only get on this moon. Like to feel like part of it is part of me, if you know what I mean.”

“Ah. So the arm removal didn’t do enough for you then?”

“Nope. Everybody has that. I want something unique to me.”

“Hmmm… I see why you came here then - I presume an ordinary tattoo or piercing wouldn’t satisfy either.” She shook her head in agreement.

“We have this,” he continued. “A treatment for your skin that’ll make your feet just as sensitive and pleasurable to touch as your labia.”

“Sounds good, but I want something more. What else is there?”

“Let me check on something.” He disappeared into a back room for a moment and then returned with a tablet detailing the shop’s most extreme and controversial service.

“Ever heard of a ‘NanoLock’?” he asked. We hadn’t, but presumed it was similar to a NanoBlock.

“It’s sort of like that, except that instead of preventing you from growing a part back, it prevents you from putting clothes on it.”

“How’s that?”

“It makes your skin secrete a certain chemical, which dries up on its own and can be rinsed off easily as well; but if your skin remains in contact with a surface continuously for a long enough time, it starts to produce a digestive enzyme that breaks down most materials other than human skin.”

So that was the thing our waitress had mentioned yesterday. But I thought it was only used as a punishment!

“So people get this voluntarily?”

“Only a few, mainly exhibitionists who put it on their boobs or some such. If you want to feel like you belong, you could get this on your feet and then you’d be stuck barefoot no matter what. You could get away with wearing open-toed sandals for maybe an hour, but something like sneakers would start to dissolve right off you in no more than fifteen minutes.”

I didn’t like the idea at all - barefoot was nice, but I wanted to be able to wear shoes when, well, I wanted. Lita, however, was lighting up. In fact, judging from the way she was starting to blush, the idea of getting this procedure was making her horny. Despite Mira’s and my feeble attempts to caution her, she was dead-set on it after a few minutes and begging the man to get started.

“In fact I want both - the labia thing and the NanoLock.”

“Follow me then. The rest of you can come too if you like.” He led us into the back room where I assumed they did most of the mods. There was a bench where Lita could sit in a zero-G position, and at one end was a fixture that looked similar to a stockade. Lita was instructed to put her feet into it where it would hold them in place.

“My assistant here will be doing the procedure and explaining how it all works. I’ll be back at the front desk, so if you want to back down at the last minute, you should tell her.” Next to him appeared a rather short, naked girl with long, curly golden hair.

“So,” she began, “you’re free the rest of the night, right? Once we start, you can’t have anything touch your feet for at least an hour, and after that you can’t wear shoes for at least a day or you’ll get a really painful rash.”

We confirmed that the night’s schedule was open, and we didn’t have plans to be putting on shoes any time soon anyway. The girl pulled over a cart carrying an assortment of items, including long rubber gloves and several different chemicals.

“The first step is an injection, so if you’ll relax for a minute there’ll be a few little pricks.” She proceeded to inject Lita’s feet in several places with a small needle. “This is your last chance to change your mind now.”

“No, do it! No more waiting; I don’t want a chance to second-guess myself or I’ll just regret it.”

“Then I’ll get to the second part.” She opened a large jar containing a bluish lotion-like substance and began to rub it all over Lita’s feet, taking care to cover every little crevice between her toes and even under her toenails.

“Are you sure you don’t need the gloves?” I asked. “And what if you spill some on yourself?”

“Oh, no worries,” she reassured. “I had this treatment done to my entire body shortly after I started working here. It was free, after all. So now I’m ‘immune’ as it were.”

“So…”

“Yep! I’m one hundred percent permanently naked for life! My husband loves it,” she reassured, gesturing toward the front of the shop and the man at the desk, presumably her husband.

“And how old are you?”

“Ugh! Asking a woman her age at a time like this,” she chided jokingly. “No worries. I may look like a teenager, but I’m actually thirty-four years old. I and my whole family are blessed with youthful figures.” Accenting her point, she gestured proudly to her own perky chest, dripping a small amount of the cream onto herself. So she was really serious about being immune, I could see.

“Ah! That tickles!” Lita was starting to squirm.

“The sensitivity treatment is starting to take,” the assistant explained. “Your skin’ll be hypersensitive for a while, so I’m afraid it’ll tickle a bit.”

Lita squealed. “I hope it isn’t too long.”

“Please try to hold still.”

“So uh…” I’d been holding in a big question for a while now. “I can’t help but notice you still have your arms.”

“Yeah?”

“I thought nobody was allowed to have arms on this moon. Are they artificial?”

“Oh, no. It’s kind of a long story…”

We made it clear that we were all ears.

“You seem like you’re not going to rat me out, so I’ll tell you. I wasn’t born here. On my homeworld, my parents were really conservative and when I was born they got me an expensive injection that prevents me from getting any form of genetic manipulation done. It was supposed to keep me away from this bodymod stuff, but as you can guess I got into it anyway.

The injection has a side effect in that it also prevents NanoBlocks from working, so while they took my arms when I moved here, I kept it a secret but the NanoBlock never took. I still cut my arms off whenever I go out in public, but I can have them regenerated in the back room at the shop next door. ‘Course it’s not like they’d be able to do much if I did get caught - cut off my arms? The NanoBlock won’t work. Give me the NanoLock? Too late, already done. Deport me? No biggie. I don’t really have any connections here anyway, and I doubt they’d do that to begin with.”

“I presume your parents didn’t just let you move to the Risa system.”

“Of course not! But with the armless policy, this is the one place I knew they’d never follow me. It was hard at first, but it turned out I could make big bucks in the red light district. Ironically enough, 12.1 has the highest frequency of hand fetishism in the known universe.”

“Kinda sucks if you can’t get any body mods done,” I empathized.

“Eh, I got used to it. At least this treatment works. I’m still not entirely sure how - maybe my immunization wore off,” she said with a shrug.

The girl was finished after another minute or so, and explained that for the next hour Lita would have to remain lying on the bench. We were welcome to stay with her, and the assistant left us a vibrator to “keep her entertained.” Needless to say we ended up making use of it, torturing poor Lita until she was shrieking and giggling like a little girl.

That evening we ended up having to carry Lita back to the hotel - her feet had become far too sensitive for her to walk more than a few steps. We’d been reassured that the hypersensitivity would go down a bit by tomorrow, but as it was now even breathing on them made her convulse in arousal.

When we finally got back, it was still much too early to go to bed, but we were too worn out from carrying Lita the whole way to do much of anything. There were plenty of broadcasts to watch, but nothing terribly riveting, so we mostly ended up idly chatting for the next few hours. Mira seemed to be in lower spirits than usual.

“I feel like everyone’s had meaningful experiences on this trip except for me. Echo’s coming out of her shell, Sammy’s opening up to her sexual fantasies, and Lita’s had this treatment done. I feel a little left behind, you know?”

“Maybe you should get it done too,” Lita suggested. “It’s awesome, I assure you!”

Mira couldn’t quite put her finger on the reason, but she wasn’t keen on the idea.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll go on one of those tours or something and we’ll see if there’s something you want to do,” I proposed. With no clear answers appearing just yet, we gave up for the time being and shortly thereafter fell asleep.