"You are being released," the woman said. I couldn't believe it. "Yes, both of you. Look at this berry. You can eat this safely. Don't eat any others. Yes, you are being released into the forest, but if you go more than 20km from here in any direction, your implants will not allow you to piss even after fucking each other, and you will die of a burst bladder long before you leave this massive forest. You will know you are outside the range you are allowed to be in because your nipples will snap to each others, pinning you to each other. They will immediately let you free once you go back."

I sighed in frustration. Even now, I couldn't go back. I doubted they would ever let me go back. She had spoken for a while, but with both of us voiceless, neither of us could interrupt her. We stood there, stunned, for a moment. She put some berries in front of us.

"Eat the one which is safe. I don't want you to die out there!"

I walked over to the one she had said earlier was safe, and disappointedly lowered my head to take a bite out of it.

"Good!" She made sure my pair also was clear on what was safe to eat, then pushed us both out the helicopter and onto the forest floor. A moment later, the helicopter was up in the air and away, leaving me and my pair alone and half naked in an unknown forest.

I'd fallen on my front, so without arms it was a bit difficult to stand up, but I managed it. I spat dirt out of my mouth. I looked at my pair's face, and we both seemed unsure of what to do next. Taking the lead, I decided to start walking in a direction, although I wasn't exactly sure why. Fortunately, he followed me, as losing him would have meant certain death as we still needed each other to be able to pee. His dick still hung soft within his short shorts, it seemed his implant's vibrate functionality had been permanently disabled. We both continued walking for a while, the rising sun's rays glinting over my pair's hairless legs and torso.

As I was starting to feel a little sweaty from the exertion (although the weather was still mild), we approached a small river, not much deeper than my height, and maybe 5m wide? My pair just enthusiastically walked straight into the water, and staggered a bit, the current was more than he was expecting. I was feeling thirsty and wanted to drink from the water myself, but as I leant down to drink, I saw my pair fall over completely!

Without arms, he wouldn't be able to help himself much. I had to help him. I sat on the edge and wrapped my legs around his torso, pulling with all my lower body strength. He popped up from under the water, and as his head broke the surface he panted, and shot me a grateful look. He hastily ran out of the water, and as he did his sodden shorts, heavy with water, fell off him. Baggy, they fell right past his feet, and as he stood on the bank, they were swiftly taken away by the current downstream. They were gone, and as he stood there, his soft dick was fully exposed.

Surprisingly enough, I think it was actually one of the first times I saw his, or _any_ of the boys' dicks soft, as they were always kept hard by the implants' vibration before. Even fully soft, the skin was so tight on his shaft that his dick didn't hang straight down, but rather slightly out. Needless to say, there was no skin covering his cute little exposed glans, which looked so adorable with its underside split into two parts.

As he looked at me, I saw his dick slowly harden though, until it was pointing straight out and a little up, the big shiny glans at the end of his shaft, which was stretched so tight it looked like it was straining to cover the whole 16cm, shiny from the tightness. I needed to piss a bit myself, so I walked over to him, and let him use his foot to take my short shorts down, which he promptly flung with his foot over the river, it came to rest several about 70m from the other side of the river. He looked a bit shocked, and I was too. Just because he had lost his shorts permanently didn't mean I wanted to lose mine! I know the woman had said this forest was uninhabited, but what it we did see a person?

Before I went over, I just dallied a moment to check if the implants still prevented me from pissing. They had stopped my pair's vibration, after all. Unfortunately, it turned out they were still operational. Based on my pair's look of pain on his face, and his dick twitching, I guessed he had got the same idea, and the same answer. But I needed to get my shorts back!

I waded quickly to the other side of the river, and he followed, more cautiously this time, and I started to run to where my (jean type) short shorts had landed. He ran after me. I had only got about halfway there to them, when suddenly my pair zoomed over to me, and we collapsed, our nipples stuck to each other's as if by magnets. If they were magnets, they were incredibly strong ones, as I was totally pinned to him, with no way of pulling myself free. There was no way we could walk like this. I remembered what the woman had said, but it didn't seem like we'd walked that far from the starting place. I started trying to roll to the shorts, planning to roll back once I got them, it was only a relatively short distance. But my pair was inserting his hard dick into my pussy. He did remember the woman had said we couldn't piss outside the zone even while fucking, right?

Well, anyway, maybe he was just testing it. I supposed I would reciprocate, and it didn't seem to take him long to get to the edge. I was almost there too, but then we both painfully convulsed. The woman was right about not being able to piss, who knew?

At that point, I needed to piss, and I could tell he really wanted to cum, so I rolled back nearer the river to let him fuck me properly. Our nipples unbound, and he climbed on top of me and fucked me ferociously until he came, and we both pissed on the soil. I needed to rinse off in the river, but first I needed to get my shorts. I started to go back towards them, and he followed me, I hope he was thinking about how selfish he'd been. When our nipples bound together, we were both expecting it, and, seeming remorseful, he actively helped me to roll, bit by slow bit, towards my shorts which were still lying there on the ground. We were nearly there, him really helping me, when all of a sudden a fox ran out, picked my shorts up in its mouth, and trotted away over the ridge with it.

I flopped down and signed. I couldn't blame my pair. He was a bit selfish at the start, but he was remorseful now, and really trying to help me get my shorts back, even though he'd lost his own. Well, now we were both permanently naked. Again. There was no catching up with the fox now, not at this slow roll pace, even if I knew exactly where it had gone. My pair knew this too, but he still waited for me to initiate it before we both started rolling slowly back to the river, which satisfied me. I looked at his face and he looked genuinely sorry, which satisfied me too. I tried to send back an 'understanding' face, and I think he understood what I was trying to get across.

We became unpinned again, and getting up, feeling appreciative of not having to roll everywhere anymore, we started walking along the same bank of the river. He noticed some of the safe berries a bit later on, which he pointed out to me, and we both ate.

We continued for a while, eating berries and drinking from the river, fucking each other both to piss and for enjoyment. We also both washed in the river, as we were both quite dirty by this point. We had got actual dirt on us when we had rolled around, or fell over, but we had also got sweaty and covered in cum and piss when we fucked, and when I had to sit on the forest floor and poop, quite a bit remained in my butt. My pair seemed a bit disgusted by that last one, which made sense since he had to fuck me, and used his foot to properly clean out my ass as I washed in the river. Later, to be fair, I did the same for him.

I didn't know where we were in the world, but the climate over the next few days seemed consistently mild, bordering on warm, which was the perfect weather if we had to wander outside in the open fully naked. Once, it rained, which was not pleasant as we had no real shelter to protect ourselves. We ended up standing under the trees, but that just really made the drops bigger and more consolidated, it didn't really block them. I didn't even have arms to wipe my sodden hair out or my eyes, which was very uncomfortable, although when it finally stopped raining and it dried my hair once again went straight out from my head.

'We need shelter', I thought to myself. I looked on the ground for some sticks, and started moving them into a wall by grabbing them with my foot. I was starting to create a bit of a structure, but my pair was just standing looking confused. He started to move off, as if he wanted me to follow. He clearly didn't understand what I was doing. I stamped my foot in irritation. How could I communicate with him when my voice and arms/hands had been taken away? Then, inspiration struck, as I remembered something I had been into as a child. Morse code! I could in fact use my foot stamping to communicate with him. I had had to hope, firstly, that I remembered enough of the letters and that he knew it too, at all.

He was looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and confusion, since my foot stamping had gotten his attention, and I decided to take advantage of the situation. I stamped my foot down again three times quickly, waited a moment, then three times longly, then three times shortly again. I thought I would start with something similar simple and more famous, just to see if he knew Morse at all. He looked at me intently, then seemed to be more excited. He responded, nodding vigorously, then stamping his own foot on the ground: long, long, gap, long, long, long, gap, short, long, short, gap, short, short, short, gap, short. I mulled it over for a moment. He had stamped out 'Morse'! I nodded, to signify I understood. I then stamped 'shelter' and gestured over to the sticks I had placed with my foot. I may have actually said 'shefter', as I find it hard to remember which is F or L, but either way he nodded.

He started to make his way over to help me, but first he looked at himself. 'Ash', he stamped. He looked at himself pointedly, then at me, and I realised he was telling me his name! Oddly enough, although I had been with him (in both the literal and figurative sense) for weeks, ascribing a name to him suddenly made him seem a lot more human and real, more than just a sex object or tool to piss. I gazed at him softly, and stamped 'Aarvi'. We looked at each other, the first moment of real connection we'd had. Then I abruptly turned away to start gathering sticks, and he followed my lead.

Several times, while we created a wooden structure, a twig would scratch my pussy, or even enter it, and I thought about how I'd lost those shorts. Whenever I picked up a stick - rather awkwardly, I must admit - with my foot, my tightly spread and modified pussy - spread so much it was constantly shiny from the tension - would open, exposing a wide open gap directly to my cervix, which the breeze would blow directly through, or, less pleasantly, a stick would accidentally touch. Ash's dick, too, would swing wildly whenever he picked something up in his foot, whether it was hard or soft at the time.

The one item of clothing we'd temporarily had permanently out of reach, we seemed to have got accustomed to our own constant nudity, not always treating it as sexual. If I was standing above him, and he was passing me some leafy branches for the roof of our shelter with his foot, my pussy basically in his face, his dick could still remain soft. I too, wasn't always horny, especially when I was immersed in the project of creating a shelter from the weather. It was mostly only when we needed to piss that we got aroused, and we would fuck each other - enjoying it, definitely - but once we'd both cummed and pissed, we just got back to the project. We couldn't waste time.

A day later, we stood back and looked at what we'd done. Albeit it was difficult without arms, but we'd still managed to create a small tent between two trees, with walls of stick supporting each other, and a leafy roof about shoulder height that would hopefully protect us from the rain. It was open on one side, so we could get in. It was useful in time, when it started to rain again.

We used that for several days, then I saw Ash run off one morning and start digging with his feet. Since they were his only appendages left, he had to use them if he wanted to dig, but that meant be had to sit down on the ground, as he couldn't use his feet to stand on simultaneously. I stood by with interest, trusting he had a good reason. He soon seemed to have found what he was looking for, and pulled his clay-covered leg out of the small hole he had made, clasping a rock in his foot. He set it down, and noticed me watching.

He told me 'flint' using the Morse code we had standardised with each other over the past few days, 'for fire'. It seemed warm enough at the moment, I thought, but it was colder at night, I supposed, although we mitigated that somewhat by snuggling together under the tent we'd constructed. I started gathering dry sticks and arranging them in a pile, trying to be helpful. He - I'll say 'signed' for time's sake, it's a lot quicker that saying 'said in Morse' every time, and for a similar purpose, I will edit the actual language used to make it flow better - 'I need to find steel. I will be back here before dusk. You continue to prepare the sticks.'

That said, he swiftly turned and walked quickly away, his soft dick bobbing up and down with every step. I wanted to follow him, to make him come back, but I also trusted him. I just hoped he would come back sooner, as I had a mild need to piss and couldn't without him. I set to gathering sticks, and had a large pile within half an hour. I waited by the tent, which was about 10m from the pile of sticks, and sat down, since I wanted to be there as soon as Ash returned.

My mild need to piss, soon, as I had feared, developed into a slightly more urgent need to piss. Ash still hadn't returned yet though, and though I was still sure he would return, he hadn't yet, and sitting still was making it worse, so I decided to pace around the forest a bit. I was just near the tent, not too far in case Ash came back, just to get me moving so I could feel a little less uncomfortable. I wandered a bit further from the tent, as there was still no sign of Ash.

An hour of increasingly uncomfortable wandering later, I thought I saw a brown body heading through the trees. I quickly walked towards what I had seen, hoping it was Ash. But as I got closer, I saw that it wasn't. It was one of the other girls from - well, the place I was before. She was the first person I had seen besides Ash since I was released.

She looked young, younger than me, and I was on the younger side of the people in the previous place. She was also madly hopping from leg to leg, and as uncomfortable as I felt, she looked absolutely desperate. I looked around and couldn't see another boy around, not that I remembered who her partner was exactly, and guessed what had happened. Somehow they had got separated, and now she, and presumably he as well, wherever he was, couldn't piss. I didn't know how long they had been separated, it must have been a while for her to look that bad, but at the same time, if they had been apart longer than a couple of days, she would be dead.

She hadn't seen me, but I was only a few trees away, and she was pacing around next to the river, not going anywhere, just going back and forth. I tried to approach slowly and nonthreateningly, as well as you can without arms and when you really need to pee. She saw me, and looked like she was about to run, then thought better of it. She slowly approached me whilst squirming all the time. I tried to greet her in Morse, but she didn't seem to understand - which was understandable. In fact, my foot tapping seemed to make her more distrustful, so I stopped, instead using my foot to point to our tent, which was still within view, though I wasn't sure how I could help her there any better. I started walking towards it and alternately pointing at it with my foot, hoping she would follow me. She seemed to understand, but seemed torn, constantly looking over the river searchingly through her squirming. Eventually it seemed she decided to follow me, and we both headed back to the tent.

I still needed to pee too, but hers was on a whole different level, so I tried to ignore my need while I saw what I could do to help her. I remembered the woman back at the place talking about an implant, which was clearly the bump on the boys' dicks preventing them from pissing, but on the girls it would be more internal, I presumed. The girl was pacing backwards and forwards, squirming her legs. I couldn't try to help her when she was moving so much, so I mimed sitting down, spreading my legs apart, in the hope she would copy me. She seemed confused a bit, but then she sat down. I sat opposite her, and, with only helpful intentions, pushed my foot inside her pussy.

She made an unpleasant expression, and gritted her teeth, but didn't try to get up. I pushed my big toe around inside her, trying to detect if I could feel anything that could be an implant. I explored her with my toe, producing a range of expressions on her face, mostly 'I _really_ need to pee' expressions. I seemed to run into a severe narrowing of her vagina, making it hard to fit my foot in further. I pushed really hard, and managed to insert it a bit further. I felt my big toe just brush against something metal! The girl was crying, and I felt sorry for her, but knew I had to help her by trying to remove her implant. I tried to push further, to grab on to the implant I could just about touch, but I couldn't. Besides, it seemed to be well attached to the flesh on all sides. I tried for a good few minutes, until the girl started actually gasping in what I presumed was severe pain, and I gave up.

It was difficult removing my foot from her vagina after I had pushed it in so deep, but I struggled, and it popped out, her vagina gaping even more than it was previously. She shot a hurt and accusatory look at me, and ran swiftly behind a tree a few trees away. I felt really bad for her, and she didn't seem to be moving much further away, I decided to give her her space, and paced around my pile of sticks to try alleviate my own discomfort.

Barely half an hour had passed before I spotted a figure in the distance, on the other side of the river, making their way closer. As they approached, I saw Ash was joined by another boy, a white boy that looked a bit older than him. I saw the white boy was wearing short short jeans like the ones Ash and I had used to have! They positively ran towards us, both looking uncomfortable. As they approached, the young girl emerged from behind her tree, and, looking excited, rushed towards the new boy. She pushed his shorts down past a very hard cock, with little resistance from the boy, and then collapsed on the ground with him, fucking him immediately. Ash and I looked at each other and with little hesitation started to do the same, with no shorts to get in our way.

A couple of minutes later, the new couple lay still, and pissed so hard I almost thought it would never end, but it did, and shortly after, Ash and I were able to release the contents of our own bladders, and Ash's balls. All four of us lay enervated on the forest floor for a while, then we washed ourselves off on the steam that was nearby, and sat on the bank to dry.

A little later, we sat by the tent, not under it, as there was only room for two, and Ash told me what had happened to him since he left in the morning.

Apparently, he had walked over the river and set off in a straight line (so he would be able to easily find his way back) in search of some steel, which he would be able to use with the flint to create fire. He wasn't sure what he was looking for specifically, anything made of steel would do, and was looking all over the ground for anything he might be able to use, when he suddenly was pulled off his feet, and found himself attached by the nipples to a white boy that he hadn't seen, but recognised from the previous place. Both of them were quite surprised, to put it mildly, but what Ash noticed was that the white boy was wearing short shorts. Short jeans with a steel button!

Both were pressed against each other, rolling on the ground, and they rolled back together for a long distance until their nipples released their grip, which took about an hour of slow rolling. At that point, they could separate, and the other boy squirmed a lot, as though he needed desperately to piss, but ran back in the opposite direction, so the boys were stuck to each other again, and had to roll back. Ash decided to try and speak to the boy in Morse, but he didn't seem to recognise anything other than SOS. He tried to communicate to the boy that he should follow him back to the tent, which was successful! The boy met us, and you know the rest.

I supposed it was lucky the people ran into use when they did, otherwise they might well have died without being able to piss by fucking each other, as I discovered the implants seem impossible for us to remove. I wondered why they had become separated in the first place, but as we couldn't communicate with them, that answer would have to wait. Ash took the discarded shorts that were lying on the ground, and asked me to help him disassemble them to separate the steel button from the fabric. We did it a small distance away while the newcomers were resting, as we didn't want them to misunderstand and try to stop us. We returned the fabric, and I initiated helping the newcomers construct their own tent, as it seemed they were staying here, while Ash knocked the steel button and flint together, one in each foot, to try and start a fire.

We were nearly done, with 3 of us helping, when I saw the pile of sticks I had collected for Ash was on fire! I ran towards Ash, and we both ran around collecting a larger stockpile of logs and branches so the fire would stay lit - it would be a pain and take a long time to have to light it again - while the newcomers were putting the finishing touches on their tent that was about 5m from ours. The openings of both tents faced the fire, ours opposite the stream, theirs to the right side of it. We all snuggled in our own tents that night, warmed by the fire.

Over the next few days, we managed to communicate with the newcomers, teaching them our version of Morse code, and was told the story of how, after staying with each other for several days, the boy, who's name was Sam, tried to escape the forest properly, and ran away from Kira, so that she wouldn't follow him and they would get stuck together. Unfortunately, he became desperately needing to pee after only about 8 hours, and started to head back and try and find Kira, which was when Ash found him, and brought him back where I had fortuitously found Kira after she had waited at the last place she had seen Sam, hoping he would come back.

Kira pointed out that we should try and find any other people in the forest and bring them here, as a central hub, and to make sure they're not separated. She left to look for them with Sam, who had left his short shorts here in case we needed them, as he didn't really. Ash and I also stayed at our camp to be able to welcome any newcomers, and to try and get it set up a bit more.

Ash and I dug some clay which we shaped into containers and hardened over the fire, and used to carry food and water.

Over the next few weeks, most of the people from the previous place were found and brought to our camp by initially Kira and Sam, and exponentially new people finding new people. There were two couples we couldn't find any trace of, ever, and unfortunately one we found the bodies of; both bodies had a ruptured bladder.

Together, we managed to construct a rudimentary oven at our camp, and even grow a few crops from wild seeds we found in the forest, which would have been impressive normally, but was especially impressive with our lack of arms. We had some metal and fabric which we got from those who arrived wearing short shorts - nobody kept them on once arriving - which we put to good uses, eg using the fabric to filter water.

All in all, in the end there were 32 of us, and we had to fuck our partners to be able to piss always. It was the same thing day after day, month after month, year after year. The days tending the crops, making sure the fire was still lit, fucking each other at day and snuggling at night seemed to meld together.

After about 15 years of this, we started seeing another ~34 people roaming the woods, and brought them in. They were on average more brown in their skin color, less likely to be very black or white, and I couldn't help noticing the girls had significantly bigger and perkier breasts on average than us, but their bodies had the same modifications as ours - no body hair, not even a trace of arms, and the detailed description of how our genitals were modified is above.

The new, younger people didn't seem to understand many things that we, the older ones, did, but we were able to show them how to use and be productive in our camp, which had grown into a full settlement, with a small farm, a few simple machines like ovens, tools (for use with the feet, of course), and furniture for us to sit on. Anyway, the younger people made themselves at home in our camp.

Another 15 or so years passed, and another 'batch' of teens were released in the forest. They seemed to be even browner and less polarised in skin color than the previous generation. With the help of the previous generation, we brought them to our camp, and taught them how to use our creations, and what else we knew. Oddly, although we fucked incredibly frequently - every time we needed to piss - and the newer generations seemed to only be hornier, none of us ever became pregnant or gave birth - which is good, as that would have been very awkward and inconvenient.

We were getting older, but we never grew any hair anywhere on our bodies except for the head, and if getting hard became more difficult with age, you still had to do it to be able to pee - us, and both newer generations. Some members of our generation started dying, natural seeming deaths. Although we didn't usually know the actual cause of death, it wasn't violent or anything, it was probably some disease or organ failure. Whenever they died though, their partner was also doomed to death - from a burst bladder.

Until, one day, I woke up in my tent, and Ash's body lay still and cold beside me. No heartbeat. He must have died in his sleep. Eyes brimming with tears, I dragged his body with my feet to the area far in a different part of the forest, where we leave dead people's bodies to decompose, where the smell doesn't reach camp. As my need to pee grew stronger, I returned to camp to explain that Ash had died, and to say goodbye to the people there. I then walked back to the dead people area, and lay next to Ash, squirming, as the squirms slowly turned to agony, and waited for it to happen.