#gay foot story

[angryducktimemachine]

Reading The Adventure of the Devil's Foot was certainly. An experience.

The pointy ears are a stylistic choice I just like drawing pointy ears.

[ID: a digital, fully colored drawing of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. They're sitting outside in the grass, both without a jacket, Holmes is wearing a black waistcoat and trousers with a scarf while Watson wears a brown waistcoat and trousers. They're sitting close to each other with their foreheads almost touching. Holmes eyes are closed with furrowed brow while Watson looks at him worried and holding him by the shoulders. /End ID]

[arttimeoccasionallyimtired]

:)

[emophil1981]

Posted by Sebleloot found on Deviantart

Finn and Caleb - a shared secret!

Finn Matthews had always felt like he was balancing on a tightrope, high above the chaos of Crowley High School. At eighteen years, with dreams as vivid and wild as the graffiti that adorned the school’s crumbling walls, he was both a student and a secret keeper—guarding two identities that were stitched together like a patchwork quilt, each square woven with longing and hidden desires.

The bell rang, echoing through the bustling corridors like a clarion call to chaos. Palms sweating slightly, Finn brushed back a stray lock of dark hair that had fallen across his forehead, taking a deep breath as he stepped into the familiar classroom, the scent of chalk and old textbooks mingling in the air. He found his usual spot at the back of the room, where he could partially hide from both the teacher’s gaze and the pupils' bewildering social dynamics.

As his classmates settled in, the low murmur of chatter filled the air. Finn watched as Caleb Dawson, the star athlete, kicked off his sneakers under the desk and stretched his legs, the fabric of his worn socks a tapestry of bold stripes—each color pulsating like a heartbeat. Finn’s heart raced, an electric current coursing through him, mixing thrills of both admiration and yearning. The delightful dance of feet, the squeeze of toes, the way socks slid against each other—it pulled at something deep within him, a yearning that felt like an inexplicable magic.

He could hear snippets of conversation that drifted through the classroom, punctuated by laughter and playful banter, but to Finn, it was all background noise. He let his gaze drift, focusing on the way Caleb absentmindedly twirled a striped sock between his fingers while his other foot playfully scratched at the carpet tiles beneath the desk. There was something intensely vulnerable about that simple act—something raw that hinted at an uninhibited side of his usually polished classmate.

Yet Finn’s secret was a perilous thing, dangerous and intense. Each time he lifted the fabric of his own experiences, the threads of fear tangled into knots. Would his friends, his family, accept him if they knew? Would they recoil from him? He couldn’t even find the words to express his true self, let alone the peculiar fetish that whispered to him in shameful tones.

He jumped at the soft sound of laughter erupting from a nearby group of girls who had just finished sharing an inside joke. Their jovial energy was magnetic, pulling Finn's eyes away from the rhythm of Caleb's foot movements, but the spell was short-lived. The bell rang again, disrupting his spiraling thoughts, and the chaos of students filing out created a rush of bodies, breezing past him like a windstorm.

Knowing he had a brief moment of freedom before the next class began, Finn slipped out of the classroom and headed for the locker room, adrenaline spiking in his veins. It was a risk, but the thrill was intoxicating.

The locker room was dimly lit and smelled of sweat, rubber, and the odd lingering aroma of fresh detergent. Finn walked lightly, his heart thudding pleasantly against his ribcage as he navigated the chlorine-saturated air towards the rows of lockers. He could almost hear the echoes of laughter from the gym, a distant melody of camaraderie that both drew him in and pushed him away.

There, tucked away in the corner locker, he found what he was searching for—a pair of sneakers left unattended, laces untied, the unmistakable scent that spoke to his hidden fascination drifting through the air. He cringed at the guilt bubbling within him but silenced it for a moment, overcome by curiosity.

Finn knelt then, inhaling the warmth of the worn fabric, captivated by the secret world held within each thread. Time slipped away as he lost himself in the fragrance of youth, sweat, and secret stories told only through the remnants of forgotten socks and the contours of fading sneakers. Each breath filled him with dizzying exhilaration, moments of heady escape from the confines of his hidden reality.

But the sound of footsteps approaching jerked Finn from his reverie, heart racing at the thought of being caught. He hastily backed away, slipping silently out of the locker room before he could be discovered, the exhilarating mix of fear and thrill flooding his senses as he re-entered the bustle of the hallway.

As he navigated the throngs of students, Finn’s thoughts swirled with conflicting emotions: the tantalizing pull of his hidden desires and the anxiety that lingered like a shadow, always close behind. Would he ever find the courage to unveil the layers of his heart? The question haunted him as he wandered through the hall, searching for a place to belong, a sanctuary where he could be both unique and unashamed.

But for now, Finn knew, he was simply a spectator in his own life, balancing precariously on that tightrope, waiting for the moment he might finally dare to leap.

Finn had promised himself that he wouldn’t return to the locker room, that he would take the long way around the school from now on to avoid the dangerously intoxicating scent of old sneakers and the thrill of the forbidden. But with the weight of another long day pressing down on him and his heart aching with turmoil, he found himself drawn back as if by an invisible thread.

This time, the locker room felt different—charged with a sense of urgency as he stepped stealthily past the row of metal lockers that loomed like sentinels in the fading light. The familiar, intoxicating aroma wafted through the air, wrapping around him like a delicate embrace. Finn knelt beside a pair of sneakers, inhaling deeply, feeling the tension within him begin to dissolve under the warmth of his secret.

But as he lost himself in the fabric and scent, he didn’t notice the soft creak of the door swinging open behind him. A sound—footsteps on linoleum—snapped him back to reality.

Before he had a chance to move, Caleb Dawson entered the locker room, his tall, athletic frame filling the space. The sunlight that filtered in through the frosted glass cast a halo around him, a rare moment of vulnerability juxtaposed against the brash confidence of the quarterback persona Finn had known. But now, Caleb's face was contemplative, curious—watching him.

“What are you doing, Finn?” Caleb's voice was soft, almost hesitant, piercing through the enveloping silence.

Finn’s heart catapulted into his throat as he turned to face Caleb, dread and embarrassment colliding in a jarring wave. He fell onto his bottom, scrambling back, his mind racing with unthinkable scenarios. Would Caleb laugh? Would he tell everyone? Would Finn’s existence in the high school hierarchy shift to a crueler order, the target of jokes and disdain?

Yet, as he looked into Caleb’s deep-set brown eyes, he found not disdain but a perplexing warmth. What Finn didn’t know was that Caleb had been navigating the same treacherous waters, hiding a part of himself he felt he could never share. Caleb had long admired the quiet guy who lingered at the edges of their social sphere.

Finn’s breath hitched, layers of fear and shame boiling over as he burst into tears—shaking uncontrollably beneath the weight of his secret being exposed. "I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be here—I didn’t mean to—it’s just—” words tumbled out, twisted and broken, as Finn pressed his hands to his face, hot tears cascading down.

But then, to his shock, Caleb stepped forward. With a grace that belied his size, he knelt down beside Finn, strong hands reaching out to touch his shoulder, grounding him when he felt like he might drift away. “Hey,” he murmured softly, “it’s okay. You don’t have to apologize.”

Finn blinked through his tears, stunned. “You don’t understand… I mean, I—”

“No, I do,” Caleb interrupted gently, his voice steady despite the vulnerability in his own eyes as he wiped the tears from Finn’s cheeks with the gentle brush of his thumb. “I get it more than you know. Trust me.”

Caleb’s admission hung in the air, raw and electric. The quarterback, idolized and invincible in the eyes of their peers, revealed a fragility mixed with depth that directed the course of Finn’s rushed emotions into a torrent of relief, confusion, and something that felt very close to hope.

“But, I’m…” Finn struggled to articulate what he had kept locked away for so long, but the words got trapped somewhere between fear and desire. “I’m gay.”

Caleb’s gaze softened, and a silent understanding passed between them, a silent acknowledgment of their shared reality. “So am I.”

Finn gasped lightly, caught off guard by the concreteness of Caleb's admission. “You?”

The quarterback nodded, his own voice trembling as he continued, “I’ve felt like I had to hide it forever. Everyone expects me to be this... perfect athlete, and I can't let them see me as I am.” Caleb's façade cracked, and a tear glistened in the corner of his eye. “And I’ve got my own… peculiar interests, like you. I thought I was the only one. I swear, if I saw you doing this even two minutes earlier, I would’ve lost it. But all I could think about was how the world can be so cruel to us, and here we are, where we shouldn’t feel ashamed.”

Finn looked up at Caleb, their realities peeling back layers of isolation and fear. This unexpected connection felt electric, a profound knot tying their fates—two young men, seeking solace in what society deemed forbidden.

Caleb reached forward, pulling Finn into a gentle embrace, enveloping him in the warmth of understanding and acceptance. Finn melted into Caleb’s hold, feeling the tension ebb away as he buried his face against the sturdy breadth of the quarterback’s shoulder. It felt safe there, a sanctuary of shared secrets.

“I thought I would be punished for this,” Finn murmured through his tears, voice muffled against the fabric of Caleb’s shirt. "But… you’re okay with it?”

“More than okay,” Caleb replied, his voice steady and sincere. “This is a relief for me, too. No more hiding.”

They sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace as the enormity of their secrets bore down. The locker room, once a place rife with danger and shame, transformed into a cocoon—a space where they could begin to untangle the threads of their identities together and finally breathe.

As the seconds passed, they drew strength from one another in the middle of a world that had seemed so isolating. For the first time in a long time, the weight of their double lives felt less suffocating. They had both reached across the chasm of judgment and fear, finding companionship in their shared truths—a trembling hope flickering to life against the odds.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long warm shadows across the parking lot as the final bell of the day resonated through the halls of Crowley High. Finn and Caleb lingered by the exit, their nervous excitement crackling in the air. The heaviness of secrets they had shared hung between them, now mingling with something new—a burgeoning friendship that felt like a lifeline, anchoring them against a world that often felt chaotic and unwelcoming.

“Hey,” Finn said, fidgeting with the hem of his T-shirt, his heart racing. “If you’re free after school... I mean, I was thinking maybe you’d want to come over. My parents are out of town.”

Caleb’s eyes widened slightly, his expression shifting to one of genuine intrigue. “Over to your place?”

Finn nodded, cheeks flushing. “I promise I won’t put you to work or anything—I just thought maybe we could hang out. You know… get to know each other better.”

Caleb’s smile broke through, easing any lingering tension. “Yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

They walked to the parking lot together, hearts drumming in synchronized excitement. Finn's palms felt sweaty, a good kind of apprehension settling in as he led the way to his car. He felt lighter than he had in years—he was no longer alone.

As they pulled up to Finn’s house, Caleb’s eyes widened in awe. The mansion loomed large, framed by well-manicured hedges and lined with intricate stonework that spoke of historic elegance. “Whoa,” he breathed, chuckling slightly as they parked. “You weren’t kidding about living in a nice part of town. This is incredible.”

Finn chuckled nervously but felt a sense of pride. “It’s just a house, really. It was always just my parents’ thing. I usually prefer being outside or at school.”

When they stepped inside, a cool wave of air greeted them, starkly contrasting the warm summer day outside. The interior was expansive, adorned with tasteful art and subtle hints of luxury. “Make yourself at home,” Finn said, his voice echoing slightly in the foyer.

Caleb slipped off his sneakers, the casual move revealing a soft ocean of colors in his socks—delightful reminders of the spirited person Finn had come to admire. Finn followed suit, freeing his own feet from the confines of his worn sneakers, revealing striped socks that looked decidedly less pristine by comparison.

As they settled into the spacious living room, an unexpected silence settled between them, filled with the buzz of quiet exploration. Finn felt almost shy as he caught glimpses of Caleb’s sock-clad feet, curiosity blooming within him. “I know it sounds strange,” Finn murmured, glancing sideways, “but I like socks. The way they feel… the way they look.”

To his surprise, Caleb's eyes sparkled with delight. “I get that! It’s kind of fascinating, isn’t it?”

The conversation surged forward as they began to share their thoughts on different fabrics, patterns, and colors, laughter spilling out during each exchange. Finn felt the tension dissolve as they navigated their interests, an intimate bond unfurling in shared confessions and animated discussions.

“Wanna see my room?” Finn asked, emboldened by the warmth of their growing connection.

“Sure!” Caleb said, excitement lighting up his features.

Finn led the way upstairs, his heart racing with anticipation. The moment they entered his room, the atmosphere shifted into something cozy and private, a sanctuary where secrets could flourish. The walls were adorned with posters of his favorite bands and splashes of vibrant colors, a testament to his creative spirit.

“Nice digs, Finn,” Caleb said, clearly impressed.

“Thanks!” Finn grinned shyly, motioning to the plush rug at the center of the room. “Want to sit?”

They settled on the rug, legs crossed. As they faced each other, a lingering sense of curiosity remained, the space between them pulsing with anticipation. Finn marveled at the sight of Caleb’s feet, adorned in soft cotton socks, and felt a pull that he hadn’t anticipated. “Can I—um, can we sniff each other’s socks?” The words tumbled out, laced with a nervous thrill.

Caleb blinked, a grin spreading across his face as he nodded. “Are you serious? I thought I was the only one who did that!”

With shared laughter—an expression of new vulnerability—they both lifted their feet, bringing them closer. Finn inhaled the earthy scent of Caleb’s socks, a mix of musk and fresh fabric that sent a ripple of exhilaration through him. Caleb reciprocated, giving a soft chuckle as he brought his face closer to Finn’s feet, the moment imbued with something deeper than mere curiosity.

The intimacy of the act made the air thick with something new, a tidal wave of connection that washed over them, pulling them closer. Finn’s heart raced at the realization that this was beyond mere infatuation—it was a shared exploration of raw honesty.

As they both pulled back, snickering, bricks of tension had crumbled, making way for something even sweeter. Caleb reached out, brushing his fingers along the back of Finn’s hand, the gesture electrifying in its simplicity. The thoughtful caress transformed into something deeper, an unspoken invitation.

Finn felt his cheeks burn as the space between them began to shrink, the uncharted territory beckoning just beyond reach. They leaned in closer, tentative at first but fueled by an impulse that seemed impossible to resist.

When their lips met, it was soft and tentative, sweet as the first notes of a beautiful melody. Finn wrapped his arms around Caleb, pulling him tighter as they melted into each other. The warmth of their bodies created a bubble where the outside world faded away—school, expectations, fears—all slipped into the background.

They stayed entwined in each other’s embrace, sharing soft touches and tentative kisses, relishing the moment as their fears melted into newfound hope. Finn’s heart raced, not with anxiety but with the promise of acceptance, with the joy of companionship—of being seen for who he truly was.

As they pulled away slightly, both breathless with the sudden rush of emotions, Caleb’s smile mirrored Finn’s—shared delight, warmth, and an understanding that they were not alone anymore. There was a spark, a glimmer of possibility in the air, and both knew they were embarking on a journey far richer than the secrets they had kept locked away for too long. In each other, they found both solace and the potential for something special, a connection that transcended the ordinary—a friendship, perhaps, blossoming into something deeper.

[podolatrinha]

The Dominant Trainer

Kyle had always been clear about his priorities when it came to fitness. He wasn't interested in bodybuilding or powerlifting like some of his clients. For him, physical fitness was merely a means to an end—a way to maintain his dominant presence and keep his body in prime condition. So when Mark, a wealthy but submissive man, approached him for personal training, Kyle didn't hesitate to take advantage of the situation.

"Look, Mark," Kyle said, his voice dripping with arrogance as he leaned back in his chair. "I know what you're after. You want to pay me an absurd amount of money just so you can ogle me during our sessions."

Mark shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He had hoped to keep his desires hidden, but Kyle had a knack for seeing through people's facades.

"Y-yes, that's correct," Mark admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, lucky for you, I specialize in dealing with little homos like you. If you're willing to pay my fees, I'll indulge your fantasies. But don't expect me to waste my time pretending to train you when we both know what you really want."

Mark swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of arousal and shame wash over him. He knew he was being played, but the thought of submitting to Kyle's dominance was too enticing to resist.

"Please, Kyle," Mark said, his voice barely audible. "I'll do anything you want."

Kyle's smirk widened as he gestured towards his feet. "Anything, huh? Then get over here and start massaging these big, stinky fuckers."

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, Mark obediently dropped to his knees and began to massage Kyle's feet. The smell was overwhelming—pungent and musky—but Mark found himself intoxicated by it. He buried his face in Kyle's soles, inhaling deeply as he worked his fingers into the firm muscles.

"You can sniff them as much as you want," Kyle said, his voice laced with amusement. "But licking them is going to cost you extra."

Mark nodded eagerly, his arousal growing with each passing second. He knew he was being taken advantage of, but he didn't care. The opportunity to serve Kyle, to submit to his dominance, was worth any price.

As he continued to massage Kyle's feet, Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Despite the humiliation and the exorbitant fees, he knew he was lucky to be in the presence of such a powerful and commanding man. And as Kyle leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Mark couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment wash over him. He was exactly where he belonged—beneath Kyle's feet, serving his every whim.

[thefootprintpr0ject]

Turned off by sweaty feet?

So this is entirely based off of one meet up experience that I had. So far it's the only one.

The guy I met up with had size 11 feet I think and he had slightly sweaty feet. I liked the smell of his socks. That classic sweaty foot musk mixed with the leather of his shoes and the fabric scent itself. But when I took off his socks, I was surprised to find that I didn't like the smell of his feet. It was much sharper and smellier, like a sharp cheese. I tried to get into it, giving his foot little licks and stuff but I just couldn't do it. But I didn't have the heart to tell him this so I just let him play with my feet instead.

I'm definitely still surprised that I felt that way. I thought for sure I'd like the whole process. I think if it was the right person, I'd ADORE it. Because I did like his sweaty socks. So it probably had to do with pheromones or something.

Anyway, has this ever happened to you? Or are you the type to not like sweaty feet period?

[laurentlemonke]

Wanting to travel the world😀😀

Being transgender😬😬

[1prodigy1]

All desire for gentleness goes out the window I guarantee it

[songofwizardry]

they should invent a hot water bottle that is as big as your entire body

[emophil1981]

Lucky encounter

I loved to go to the mall way before my accident a few years ago.

I was 21 at that time, today I am 32. The car accident was a bit of my own fault. I was driving my car too fast and saw the lorry that hit me simply too late and couldn’t react in time to avoid a collision. My car was crushed between the lorry and a van. Thankfully I have no own recollection of my accident, everything just went black.

The doctors told me it was probably better that way. My arms and my left leg were crushed and intertwined with some of the metal of my car. Had I been awake, the pain would have been excruciating. My savior was an emergency doctor at the scene who had been with the military before his civilian life as an emergency doctor as I learned later. So he had seen his share of heavy wounds in the past.

He assessed the situation quickly, took charge and in a matter of one hour, he performed emergency amputations on my arms and on my left leg to get me out of the car wreck. It was a miracle, that despite the severe wounds to my three limbs I wasn’t hurt anywhere else. In the hospital they had to clean my raw amputation wounds from the scene of the accident and they decided to reamputate the wounds to avoid any infections at all. I was in an induced coma for nearly six weeks.

When I was woken up by the surgeons at first I couldn’t believe them that they had removed both of my arms right up to my shoulders and my left leg right at the hip. I didn’t have any stumps left and the doctors told me that I would probably never be able to wear any usable prosthetics. My parents were there for me but I think for them it was the hardest part, to see their only son lying in a hospital bed, maimed for the rest of his life. Disabled for the rest of his life.

But what I couldn’t tell anyone, not the surgeons or even my parents, was this weird sensation inside my head, that was telling me: finally! Finally and just by sheer luck I had achieved my ultimate dream, the dream to become a triple amputee.

I was so lucky, that the amputations they had to perform on me were exactly the ones I pretended to have, when my parents were away since I was a kid. I was always fascinated by amputees since the time when I saw that armless kid when I went to McDonald’s once in my childhood with my parents. I watched the kid, while he was eating his Big Mac by holding it perfectly between his feet and toes. I was flabbergasted how normal it seemed for him and his parents to be that he ate with his feet. The sleeves of his T Shirt were completely empty, there were no traces of any arm stumps at all. I secretly glanced at him from time to time. When he talked with his sister or his parents he even used his feet to make gestures, I was absolutely intrigued by him.

When I came home that night, I closed the door to my room and started to pretend for the first time. I was 10 years old and still playing with LEGO at that time, so I took off my socks and started to build stuff by using my feet. I became really good at it and started to learn to do more and more stuff with my feet. That continued until I was 14 or so and I found the Internet for me. By surfing the Internet and searching for amputee pictures I came across lots of pictures of triple one legged amputees and I also learned the terms devotee, wannabe and BIID. Finally I knew that I was not alone with my longing to become an amputee, but I also knew that the society wouldn’t approve or help me to fulfill my dream.

When I was 16 or 17 years old, I normally pretended to be one legged and armless. Using only my right foot I was now able to eat, drink, write, type on my phone or computer, switch channels on my remote control for my tv and I even could use the controller for my Xbox and play some video games by turning the disability settings on. In short, I was trying to live like a triple amputee. Four years later lying in the hospital my dream was at last fulfilled: I had the body I always wanted to have, I would be a triple amputee now for the rest of my life.

Some of the nurses were absolutely impressed that I started really quickly to use my right foot like a hand. The nurses told my parents how amazing they found that I accepted my new situation so fast and that I already started to use my foot to help me adapt to my new reality. Because of my extensive pretending I didn’t need much physical therapy at all. They fitted me with a state of the art electric wheelchair that had a special foot control and I didn’t even lose much time in college. A few weeks after the release from the hospital and after finishing my physical therapy programme I was back in college finishing my studies in business administration.

After my graduation I got a job at an insurance company where I still work today and in my free time I like to go to the mall and show myself to the public in all my Amputee glory. I love it when other people stare at me, the attention I get makes me sometimes feel like a celebrity and I like to show off my amputated body and my foot skills to everyone.

When I go to the mall I like to wear sweatpants and a hoodie. All my hoodies are specially altered, the sleeves are cut off and the holes are sewn shut with material from the cut off sleeves to fit my armless body just perfectly. The same is done to the left leg of my sweatpants, the pants leg is cut off and sewn shut. Normally I am barefoot but when I go to the mall I wear a white or sometimes a colored sock over my right foot. Why you ask? Because when I am having lunch or a coffee at the mall, by wearing a sock over my foot, I need to take that sock off by pulling it from my foot with my mouth, to gain access to my toes.

Lots of people are shocked when I do that right before eating something or before stirring my coffee with a spoon hold between my toes. I did that today also, I was sitting with my coffee at Starbucks, when I saw him for the first time. He looked like any regular college guy, probably in his late twenties. He wore a grey t Shirt and purple basketball shorts, his big hairy feet were sticking in two flip flop sandals and he played with them under the table. His face was clean shaven and he had high cheekbones. His hair was cut very short almost like an army haircut if you ask me. He was just sitting there, having headphones on, looking at his coffee and sipping it from time to time.

I watched him, I found it hot that he played with his feet. Then it happened. For the first time since I entered the starbucks cafe, he looked in my direction. Our eyes met and I saw something strange in his face, curiosity, lust and a smile all mixed together in that one short glance where our eyes met. Normally people don’t smile at me most of them avoid eye contact at all. That’s a first I thought, he isn’t afraid or disgusted of my body. I continued to watch him and he did it again and this time he hold eye contact and smiled at me broadly with a wide grin. I couldn’t figure it out, was he really hitting on me or was he just being nice?

When I finished my coffee, I put my sock back on on my foot with my teeth and steered my wheelchair to the exit. The guy was instantly following me. I was driving a few meters away from the entrance of the coffee shop and then I turned my chair around by pushing the foot control to its limit. He froze in front of me and did it again. He just smiled at me.

„Is it funny for you to follow me around?“ I asked him.

He froze before me and seemed a little bit shocked. He blushed.

„Mhm…no, i just saw you at Starbucks and wanted to get to now you. I think you look quite hot.“ he said to me.

I wasn’t expecting that from a good looking guy like him who could have had any woman or man. I was beginning to get turned on by the thought that I could have this good looking twentysomething kid with his adorable boy feet to play with me and have sex with.

„Are you a devotee?“ I asked him bluntly. And he just nodded, seeing that his eyes were getting a bit wet.

„Hey kiddo, no need to get upset. I know that there are guys out there who find me hot because of my rather special appearance if you like. I have no problem with that.“ I said

His broad smile came back. „What’s your name?“ I asked him. „Michael, I study at the local college and live in a dorm on campus.“ „Smart and independent, I like that in my guys.“ I laughed. He blushed again. „You are not from here, right.“ I asked. „No, just moved here with the beginning of the semester. I was at another college before.“ he answered.

„Listen Michael, my name is Tommy and I am hard as a rock right now, would you like to come with me to my place and we see where this is going between us? Because as matter of fact I glanced at you and that big hairy feet of yours the whole time in that Starbucks cafe.“ I thought I would try the direct approach with him. He blushed again, that was so sweet that he blushed all the time I thought to myself, such a big guy and so shy at the same time. He looked at his feet and then at me. „I would love to come to your place.“ he said nearly so quietly that at first I thought he didn’t say anything at all. „Alright then, follow me. I live not very far from here. We can talk some more on the way.“. He nodded and grinned again.

While we were going back to my place I got to know him a little better. He was studying to become an engineer. He also told me, that he discovered that he was gay in highschool and that he was into amputees which confused him at first but with the help of the Internet he came to terms with him being an amputee devotee. „Have you ever met an amputee before in real life Michael?“ I asked him. „No I never had the courage, but I really wanted to ask you. You only were too quick and caught me off guard first.“ he said.

„Here we are.“ I said when we reached my accessible apartment complex. We went into the lobby and up to my apartment. When I was standing before my door, I thought to myself, why not involve Michael right here on the hallway. „Michael, would you be so kind and pull my sock off real quick, it’s easier for me to grab my keys with my bare toes, you know.“ a lie, but I wanted to test him how he reacted. I stretched my sock clad foot out in front of him, and without hesitation he pulled the sock from my foot. Out of the corner of my eyes I looked at him. He was standing there, holding the sock a little bit too close to his chest and to his nose. And he took two or three deep breaths, probably deeper than normal. I knew it, I thought to myself. An amputee and a foot fetish, that footplay of him under the table in the Starbucks cafe gave him away.

I grabbed my keys out of the utility pocket on my wheelchair and opened the door to my apartment. I put the keys back in the special pocket on my wheelie and drove the chair back to its special power station right beside the door inside my apartment. „You can come in Michael, don’t stand there in the hallway.“ „Thank you, where shall I put the sock?“ he asked holding the sock still in his hands. He was such a sweet and polite young man. „Oh just put it on the sideboard there. Thanks.“ I said. I watched him from my wheelchair. He was very considerate and took his flip flops off before he entered my apartment. „You can put your sandals beside the door there.“ I pointed to the corner with my foot. He closed the door, put his sandals in the corner and the sock on the sideboard. He was nervous.

I smiled to break the ice. „So, now it’s time to get out of this baby here.“ I looked at my wheelchair while saying that. „Sorry but, can I help you with that?“ he asked a bit shy. I thought for a moment. Normally I was absolutely independent. But here was a young devotee, offering his assistance. „Oh Michael, you are so cute. Of course you can help me getting out of my wheelchair.“ I told him, still smiling. He blushed again, his cheeks red as an apple. „Ok here is how you do it. I am putting my foot in front of the chair, then you will put your one Hand around on my back and the other one onto my stomach, just above my crotch. And then when I stand up you stabilize me and help me keep my balance. Then you will walk beside me while I hop to the living room.“ Michael was nodding and looked really concentrated while he fulfilled the task I gave him. It was so sweet to see how eager he was to help me, how committed he was. I nearly felt a bit bad about seducing this devotee guy.

I stood up and he softly put his big hands on me. I noticed that he was taller than me, but I liked that. A young guy to protect me, I thought. I faked a bit that I had problems holding my balance, so that he had to grab me a bit firmer. I looked up at him and smiled when I was standing on my right bare foot firmly. „Michael my right foot is a bit sweaty, so I will take smaller hops than usual because I fear I might slip on my floor tiles in the hallway, ok?“ „Ok, I will help you with that.“ he told me. „Just walk beside me, holding and supporting me with your arm around my back ok?“ Michael did as he was told by me and I started to take smaller hops than usual to go to the living room.

When we reached the living room I went directly to my couch. I made three little hops on the spot, Michael was still holding me and than I sat carefully down. He released me. I sat there with my sweatpants and hoodie and put my foot on the couch seat as well. „Put your backpack just beside the couch.“ I said to him. He was eerily quiet. „Michael, please look at me, whatever happens tonight is fine for me. We can just sit and talk, we can watch TV, we can cuddle together, you can see my stumps if you like or we can make out. It is totally to you and how we get along ok? If nothing happens, it’s great too, ok? Please don’t feel pressured by me or the situation we are in right now.“ Michael stood there frozen for a moment. Then he started to sob. Jesus that Kid wasn’t only shy but also total emotional. „Hey, hey. Come here on the couch, stop crying please and tell me what’s on your mind.“ Michael did as he was told he sat on the couch beside me, he folded one leg under his butt the othe was dangling over the edge of the couch sweatband standing on the floor. „It’s just…I am…I am so happy, this is what I always wanted. I always wanted to be with a guy like you and I never….I never dreamed that my wish would really become true.“ „Oh Michael, you are such a sweet big boy. Come here to me and give me a good hug.“

He was leaning over on the couch, I was outstretching my right foot and put it around him on his back. It was my special hug, but he didn’t mind at all. He squeezed me in a kind of bear hug, but I liked it. We hugged for a few minutes. Then he leaned back. He blushed. „Tommy, can I…would you mind showing me…your stumps? I was fantasizing in the Starbucks the whole time what they looked like and I am really curious.“ I smiled at him, my little perky devotee frat boy I thought to myself. „Michael of course, you can have a look at them, but you need to help me undress please.“ I said. He smiled at me and nodded eagerly. He started with my hoodie, he carefully grabbed the frontside of the hoodie and pulled the hoodie over my head. To have no arms at all has it benefits. My hoodie was off in no time, I didn’t wear a t shirt and he stared in awe at my naked chest and shoulders.

He looked at my to shoulders with wide See eyes, they were pretty heavily scarred from the accident. „Do they…do they hurt you?“ he asked. I laughed „They only hurt shortly after I awoke in the hospital after my accident. It got better and today they don’t hurt at all, although they look not good. You can give them a good touch if you want to.“ I told him. When he touched them I started to twitch them both a bit. He giggled. „It feels funny when you move them. As if they have a living of their own!“ he said. I closed my eyes. „Michael it feels good if you touch them, please massage them a bit more.“ I pleaded with him. And Michael did the like and gave my stumps a good rub down. I moaned slightly while he did that.

„Would you like to see my leg stump too?“ He blushed again and bit his lower lip. „Yes.“ he said slowly. „Then pull down my sweatpants.“ Michael stopped squeezing my scarred shoulders and pulled down my trousers. I was not wearing any boxer shorts and was naked underneath the sweatpants. My half hard dick was lying on my left hip stump when Michael started to hesitantly touch the scarred hip stump. „It is so beautiful!“ Michael exclaimed when he touched the spot where my leg used to be before the accident.

I started to shiver in pure excitement closed my eyes and bit my lips. „Michael it feels so good when you touch my limbless body! Please don’t stop.“ Michael continued to touch my stump with his right hand while also massaging my chest sensuously with his left. He started to play with my left nipple. „Ahhh, Michael.“ I screamed when he pushed and rolled my nipple between his thumb and his index finger. God this kid new how to trigger a guy. My shoulder stumps were twitching uncontrollably while he played with my nipple. It was so hot.

He switched with his right hand from my leg stump to touching my dick. It’s always such a weird feeling since the accident when I feel someone’s Hand on my dick. Because I can’t touch myself anymore in that way it’s always quite odd to have a real hand on my dick again. But I enjoy this everytime so so much. Michael started slowly to pump my dick with his right hand and sped up his movements on my dick continuously. Playing with my nipples at the same time with his left. „Oh god, Michael, keep going please!“ His hand was nearly flying up and down now pumping me so hard. „Mhmmm…Michael! Rub me harder!“ I started to reach out with my right foot, I wanted to touch him, to touch his face while he was jacking me off. When I touched his left cheek, he turned his head and kissed my foot softly. Then he sucked on the big toe.

I was surprised and turned on immensely by that. Despite my foot being sweaty and smelly he licked, kissed and sniffed it. That pushed me over the edge. Michael gave my dick two more strokes and I exploded. My dick pulsated and cum was gushing out. „Oh goooood! Michael I am cuuuuummmmmiiiiing right noooow! Mhmmmmm oooooooh!“ I screamed and moaned.

My shoulder and hip stumps were twitching like hell while I squirted my huge amount of cum all over me. It hit my chin, my chest and it flowed over Michaels hand. He took his hand full of my cum in his mouth and slurped it into his mouth. Then he kissed me and I tasted my own salty cum on his lips. That was so hot, the orgasm I had was the best in months and I was so satisfied. I panted but I wanted to give Michael an orgasm as well.

He was sporting a huge tent in his shorts already. I started to fiddle with my toes and foot to get his shorts off of him. It took me a while but I succeeded at the end, with a little help from Michael who was a bit impatient. I saw that he wanted to get off as well after seeing me cum so hard all over my amputated body. He took his Shirt off himself and he was sitting in front of me in all his naked glory sporting a huge boner. He was circumcised like me. He looked down coyly on his hard dick while I started to touch his piss slit that was oozing and glistening with precum with just my big toe. I wanted to tease Michael a bit. He inhaled sharply when my big toe made contact with his slightly purple glans.

I lifted my toe again and a clear thread of precum was building between my toe and his glans. I took my toe in my mouth and licked the precum off. „You taste nice Michael.“ I put my foot back on his penis again and with my toes spread, I started to jack him off slowly. It was so nice to feel his big member against my foot twitching from time to time. His breathing became stronger. „You look so hot when you give a Footjob with your amputated body, Tommy. Please keep going!“ he told me. I was rubbing his dick with my right foot faster and faster. Then I stopped and he looked surprised. „Why…?“ he wanted to start. „Shhhh…Michael, I want to feel you inside me now. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me real hard.“ I said in response.

I leaned back and I spread my leg so that I was lying with my back against the armrest of the couch looking him longingly in the eyes. Michael was coming towards him. „You can put your hands on my shoulders if you want.“ I told him. Michael looked at my butthole that was twitching in sweet anticipation of Michaels dick. He aimed at it by holding his dick and guiding it inside my anus. I felt it sting a bit but that went as Michael was slowly pushing his huge dick inside my man pussy.

God how I loved to be fucked! Michael pushed inside and out in a steady rhythm while holding me at my shoulder stumps with his big hands. I was starting to moan and also my dick got hard again. Michael was in a mental tunnel now pounding away at my ass like crazy. „Mhmmm…fuck me yeah! Fuck me harder! Pleaaase!“ I screamed. „God you are so tight, Tommy! It feels so fucking good! Ah, ahh, ahh!“ Michael said while fucking me good. My dick was hard again as a rock while Michael fucked me thoroughly. I was leaking precum again.

Then it happened. Michael shifted his position slightly to the left, because there was no leg left, he fucked me suddenly at an odd angle and I was seeing stars, so to speak of. He was hitting my prostate so hard, that I feared my insides would actually tear. „Oh my god, that’s the spot, that’s it. Keep going Michael!“ he hit my prostate with the tip of his dick. Every single time he pushed in me. I was in heaven, that was the reason why I bottomed. I was nearly there already but I wanted to experience the orgasm in another way than usual. I wanted to cum just from being fucked. Fucked by this able bodied hunk, while he was holding on to my triple amputee body, squeezing my shoulders.

It made me feel so helpless, that I was surrendering to this young virile man. „Oh god Tommy I want to cum inside you so bad! Please let me cum inside you!“ Michael screamed. „Ah, oh, oh I am also nearly there Michael, please, oh god!“ I responded.

Michael pushed in one last time and shivered while he shot his hot sticky cum up into my male pussy. „Oh my gosh! I am cuuuuummmmmiiiinnng!“ Michael shouted. That pushed me over the edge. „Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.“ I squirted for a second time between the both of us. My sphincter was closing around his dick, practically milking Michael while he was still pounding my ass.

Michael kissed me passionately and slowed down. We were both breathing heavily and panting. „It was so hot to have been able to make love to you. I love how I can grab and squeeze your stumps, you are the hottest person I ever met. That made me so hot seeing you lie there without any arms and a left leg. I love you Tommy!“ Michael said.

Now it was my turn to blush.

„I love you too Michael.“ I whispered to him.

[gay-feet-diaries]

“Cmon, just like old times?” Chris asked, his toes wiggling through his sweaty socks. We were both on the couch, but he slowly used one foot to push me below him. He smiled at me and looked attentive, excited.

Chris and I went way back. He used to be this nerd that people overlooked, and we’d just geek out on video games together, read comics, and what not. One night, we were drunk and I mentioned being into guys feet, and I could tell he was quite intrigued by it. That morning, I woke up to him wiping his feet on my face. At first, I was embarrassed, I thought he was making fun of me. Then, I learned he had just been curious. Then he liked it. Then he deemed me his slave.

He’d play video games while I was under his desk and he’d abuse me with his feet, take out his anger anytime he lost. Honestly, he wasn’t that strong though since he was just a skinny nerd then.

We ended up growing apart some, but recently he messaged and invited me over. I hadn’t seen him in a while and was shocked to see this muscular, motorcyclist in front of me. He wore a sleeveless shirt and I could follow his veins from his hands to his shoulders.

We sat on the couch, ate a little, and played some games; now we’re here. He’d beat me again in our favorite game and he was smirking at me, putting his feet up on my lap.

“You still like your feet played with?” I asked, chucking nervously. He leaned his head back and laughed.

“No, not played with. Worshipped.” That was the last thing I saw before my face was being smothered in his socks. I almost jumped back from the sweaty scent, but he pushed my face down on the ground and held me in place. It was clear he’d been working out; I wouldn’t be able to run if i tried.

He rubbed up and down, the smell getting stronger and stronger. I heard him start playing games again, and I grew worried he’d get upset at the game and take it out on me. Back in the day, he would still stomp my face really well whenever he lost a game. Now that he’s this strong? I may pass out.

“Fuck!” He yelled and his feet pressed harder into my face and I groaned a little. He lifted his feet and looked down at me, half angry, half excited.

“Yeah? That hurt you?” He slapped me with one foot. “You better get used to it.”

He started smothering me again.

“You’re not allowed to stop anymore. If I message you to come, you come and get under my feet. Do you understand, faggot?” He’d never talked like this before, but I was weirdly happy.

Before I could respond, he slapped me with his foot and spit on my face.

“Answer me, or you won’t get your prize at the end.” He gestured to his growing bulge in his shorts. We’d never done anything that wasn’t involved with his feet before, but my dick pulsated with excitement as well.

“Yes, I understand!” He groaned before slapping me with both feet.

“‘Sir! I understand, sir,’” Chris repeated, but before I could fix my error, he gagged me with one of his socks, and pulled my face close to his. “Say it.”

I muffled the best I could through his sweaty sock before he laughed and shoved my face in his bulge. He wrapped his thighs around my neck so I couldn’t do anything but smell, kiss, and be degraded. He tore his shirt and other sock off. He demanded I lay back on the ground while he took his pants off.

I laid on my back and watched as my vision was darkened by barefeet. All I could smell was him.

“You’re in for a long day.”

[thefootprintpr0ject]

Would like some opinions please

For all my readers, I may or may not be slowly writing foot fetish stories. Now, I make absolutely no promises because I always have lots going on and can't always write plus I'm not the best writer YET, so it's fun practice for me.

THAT BEING SAID, How long do you care to read foot fetish stories? Novel, novella, short story? To what degree are we talking? Something simple and sweet or something super intricate and EROTIC? Something with a simple footjob or a bully trampling a poor guy into some mud?

I would really like audience feedback here so I can gauge interest with an audience, so feel free to tell me everything you'd like to read.

[tickle-minion]

Commissions?

Question for the peanut gallery that reads my stories.

Would you commission a story from me? Do you enjoy the stories enough to think "Hey, I wouldn't mind a personalized story written by this guy."

I'm thinking of maybe starting to offer commission work on stories, but I don't know if my writing skill is there yet.

Feel free to respond here or send me a DM if you have an opinion :)

[ulkaralakbarova]

Charles Price may have grown up with his father in the family shoe business in Northampton, central England, but he never thought that he would take his father’s place. Charles has a chance encounter with the flamboyant drag queen cabaret singer Lola and everything changes. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Charlie Price: Joel Edgerton Lola/Simon: Chiwetel Ejiofor Lauren: Sarah-Jane Potts Don: Nick Frost Mel: Linda Bassett Nicola: Jemima Rooper Harold Price: Robert Pugh George: Ewan Hooper Big Mike: Stephen Marcus Pat: Mona Hammond Jeannie: Kellie Bright Trish: Joanna Scanlan Richard Bailey: Geoffrey Streatfeild Harry Sampson: Leo Bill Mrs. Cob: Gwenllian Davies Organiser: Joe Grossi Bernie: Barry McCarthy Heckler: David MacCreedy Tramp: Josh Cole Lola’s/Simon’s Dad: Ilario Bisi-Pedro Waiter: Jake Canuso Film Crew: Casting: Gail Stevens Costume Design: Sammy Sheldon Production Design: Alan MacDonald Set Decoration: Tina Jones Art Direction: Peter Wenham Director: Julian Jarrold Director of Photography: Eigil Bryld Screenplay: Tim Firth Producer: Nick Barton Producer: Suzanne Mackie Editor: Emma E. Hickox Producer: Mairi Bett Original Music Composer: Adrian Johnston Screenplay: Geoff Deane Producer: Peter Ettedgui Art Direction: Philip Elton Assistant Sound Editor: Anna Bertmark Movie Reviews:

[cubikzoa]

What this guy said is a thing that a lot of homophobes/trasphobes and bigots in general love to say and it simply takes basic logic and some simple research to shoot down this dumbass shit argument they think is soooooo good to respond with. It’s called coming up with a name for something that already exists and has existed for a long time. You think when irl scientists discover a new red fish and all the other fish they know are purple or smth they just call it a “purple fish” anyways. Mount Everest has been around since before humankind but explorers discovered it and gave it a name in 1865 instead of calling it “another one of those hills over there”. it’s about the complexity of trying to help society understand what you personally feel and experience. And since society in general has changed so much over the centuries, so has how we communicate and tell others who we are and how we feel. When’s the last time you spoke to someone named “John, son of Robert the Plumber of Downtown Cleveland” or some shit like that. It’s called language and cultural understandings evolving in tandem, which is why we call gay people gay people instead of whatever they used to call men who liked men in the 13th century or whatever the fuck because lgbtq people of so many forms have existed ever since Mesopotamia and ancient Egypt and ancient Greece and Rome and we have historical and archeological record of it. Fucking octopi and bats and monkeys and parrots have been observed in courtship behavior and mating behavior with another of their species who is of the the same sex, and a current scientific theory is that in any animal species with significant intelligence and/or social mentality (like the ones above) this behavior tends to develop as part of evolution or smth. It’s still a bit unclear as research is sparse in this area. So don’t come at us lgbtq+ folks with that “it’s unnatural ewww gross” shit because it is actually very natural. No, lgbtq+ people don’t randomly choose to suddenly like men or women or nb people instead, much like straight people can’t choose to suddenly be gay, and this is basically the proof. It’s just how we naturally are.

So yeah. There were probably lgbtq+ hominids in the cave man days too. We have names for sexualities now in these thoroughly modern times because culture and language, and therefore how people best understand and comprehend things, has changed a lot over the centuries and will continue changing, so people gradually change how they discuss and label things like their gender identity and sexuality to shift with the modern times and everyone’s understanding.

Meanwhile all the Homophobic and Transphobic boomers are still using dumbass minion memes, believe everything they hear on Facebook or Twitter from people with usernames like “SirJesusAlienEssentialOilTruther”, think that teenagers say shit like “That’s epically legendary, Dudebro!” and don’t even know how to pronounce Wi-Fi out loud

Sorry abt this long addition OP, uneducated bigots like the guy in the original tweet just make me want to bash them over the head with a comically huge hammer

Too bad I can’t do that irl but only because it’s ✨Very Illegal✨

[emophil1981]

Shawn’s Amputee Fantasy - a dream come true

In a cozy apartment filled with vibrant artwork and the scent of fresh coffee, Shawn’s laughter danced through the air like the flickering sunlight filtering through the window. At 28, Shawn was embracing life with every ounce of charisma he possessed. But today was different; today, in the sanctuary of his home, he slipped into a world entirely of his own design.

“Alright, time to transform!” he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement as he began his ritual. Tucked away in the corner was the familiar soft blue sweatshirt, waiting for him like a beloved companion. With deft fingers, he took off his shoes and, with a series of practiced motions, started binding his left leg with a soft cloth strap. As he secured the last knot, a rush of joy flooded through him. The sensation of the fabric pressed against his skin gave him the feeling of a lighter world where limits were merely fantasies waiting to be tested.

“Look at me, world!” he cheered to no one in particular, striking a pose in the mirror. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and the sight of the dangling sleeves of his sweatshirt—two empty arms, a little threadbare but full of potential—filled him with an exhilarating sense of freedom. Today, he was stepping beyond the confines of reality, exploring the depths of a whimsical thought he’d nurtured for years: what if he were a triple amputee?

As he turned away from the mirror, Shawn felt a tingle of vulnerability wash over him; it was not sad or tragic but electric and thrilling. He hopped on his right leg, his “stumps” playfully flailing around, almost as if they were catching the wind of his fantasy. “Whoa, Shawn, you’re getting good at this!” he chuckled, teasing himself as he struggled to maintain balance. With each bounce and twist, he felt alive, like an improvisational dancer crafting a story with each move.

He settled himself on the plush sofa, his right foot now an extension of his imagination. Tucking in his arms more securely into the sweatshirt, he pretended to reach for the remote control on the coffee table. “Okay, right foot, let’s show them what you can do!” he said, fiercely determined to navigate through the obstacles of his living room. With concentrated effort, he extended his right foot, curling his toes around the remote and, with a triumphant flick, dragged it toward him.

“Success!” he burst out, feeling a wave of elation sweep over him. The simple act of using his foot like a hand imbued him with a dazzling sense of empowerment mixed with the intrigue of being ‘different.’ This was no ordinary afternoon; he was a self-confident young man acting out his vivid dreams. “I could totally win an Oscar for this!” he laughed at the sheer silliness and delight of it all.

As he settled back against the couch, Shawn felt a warmth swell in his chest, admiring how strange and beautiful life could be. In this whimsical game he was playing for himself, there were no judgments, no expectations, only the freedom to explore a part of himself that felt so vibrantly alive.

“Let’s go for a ride, shall we?” he suggested to the breeze slipping through the open window, as if inviting the world to join in. He envisioned his journey through life as a charming story, one where the characters were defined not by their limitations but by their spirit. And here, in this oasis, he wrote his own dialogue, embracing every twist and turn with the glee of a child in a candy store.

“Adventure, here I come!” he proclaimed, readying himself for another round of hopping around his home, thriving in the thrilling embrace of self-exploration and delight. Each movement transformed the mundane into the extraordinary, carving a glowing path to a world where dreams twinkled just within reach.

The day he always hoped for was finally there. Shawn stood in the bustling airport, the energy around him as vibrant as the colors of a sunset painting the sky. Today was the day—the pivotal moment when he would take a leap into the unknown, a leap that had danced on the edges of his dreams for as long as he could remember. “Can you believe we’re actually doing this?” he asked Trevor, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Trevor, his best friend since high school, glanced at Shawn, a wide grin on his face. “You’re doing this, buddy. I'm just here to make sure you don’t ride off into the sunset without me!” His laughter was infectious, a melodic encouragement that wrapped around Shawn’s heart, amplifying his courage.

As they boarded the plane, Shawn felt the familiar flutter of nerves along with an exhilarating thrill. The reality of flying to Mexico for the surgery he had longed for was finally manifesting. “I can’t wait to see the look on the surgeons’ faces when I tell them how excited I am,” Shawn joked, glancing at Trevor with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“Just remember to keep it together when they wheel you into the operating room!” Trevor teased, elbowing him gently. “We want to make sure you come back with a smile, not a freak-out.”

Three hours later, they arrived in Mexico, the air fragrant with adventure and possibility. The clinic was nestled in a serene area, flanked by palm trees and the sound of waves crashing gently against the shore. Shawn felt an exhilarating rush as they entered. It was like a sanctuary, and he was ready to reclaim his fantasy.

“Are you ready?” Trevor asked, his voice steadying.

“More than ready,” Shawn replied, taking a deep breath, his heart thrumming excitedly in his chest. Everything he had ever yearned for was just within reach. As they filled out the necessary paperwork, Shawn couldn't help but glance around, absorbing the essence of the place that would soon help him realize his dream.

With a final hug from Trevor, Shawn was led through a series of hallway corridors adorned with vibrant artwork, each piece telling a story of triumph and rebirth. “Hey, you’ll be my biggest fan, right?” he called back at Trevor with a wide smile.

“Always,” Trevor responded, a soft but encouraging smile on his face.

And then, as he entered the operating room, the lights shone bright, the sound of machinery humming a constant promise of change. Shawn lay on the table, feeling both fear and excitement intertwine, a thrilling cocktail that surged through his veins as he closed his eyes.

Hours passed in a blur; it wasn’t long before Shawn found himself drifting in and out of consciousness, the world around him swirling into soft colors and muffled voices. Then, as if breaking through a layer of mist, Shawn awoke to a soft, warm light surrounding him.

“Where am I?” he mumbled, his heart racing.

“You’re awake! You did it!” Trevor’s voice was the first thing he heard clearly, wrapping around Shawn like the warm sun he'd missed while in surgery.

“What… did I—?” His voice trailed off as he felt a strange lightness throughout his body, an unfamiliar absence where his left leg used to be, the feeling of air caressing skin that was no longer there. Slowly, he looked down, his heart pounding with eager anticipation.

Trevor beamed, his eyes sparkling with joy. “You’re a triple amputee now, buddy! Your arms… and your left leg—they’re gone. It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

An overwhelming tide of happiness surged through Shawn, flooding him with a sense of liberation and euphoria. He couldn’t help but laugh, joy bubbling through him like effervescent champagne. “I’m really… oh my gosh! This is incredible!” He grasped at the idea, every thought shifting into a new realm of exhilaration.

“Does it hurt?” Trevor asked, his concern genuine.

“A little, but it’s not even close to what I expected,” Shawn admitted, his face lit with enthusiasm. “This feeling… here I am, and I feel—free!”

His missing limbs no longer felt like an absence but a transformation. A new chapter had begun, one where he could explore his identity in ways he had always dreamed of. “Trevor, I can’t believe it! I’m finally who I’ve always wanted to be!”

As he navigated through the sensations swirling around him, he flexed his right foot, testing his newfound reality. “I can learn to do everything with this foot! Just like I imagined!”

Their laughter mingled, filled with joy and shared dreams. Trevor reached for Shawn's shoulder, pride evident in his expression. “You’re going to crush this, I just know it!"

For Shawn, it wasn’t just about becoming differently-abled; it was about embracing the life he had yearned to live. With each breath, he felt emboldened—he was stepping into a new world filled with possibilities. “You bet I will! And you’re going to be my greatest cheerleader, right?”

“Absolutely,” Trevor promised. “Every leap, every hop, I’ll be right by your side.”

And in that moment, amidst the sterile walls of the clinic, Shawn realized that this was not just an end; it was an exhilarating new beginning. He was ready to embrace every challenge and triumph that lay ahead, the canvas of his life transforming into a masterpiece that was uniquely his own.

The morning sun streamed through the hospital window, pouring golden light over the pristine white sheets and illuminating the small room where Shawn had spent his first night as a triple amputee. The hum of medical equipment softly punctuated the air, but beneath that serene sound lay the buzzing anticipation coursing through him. Today was the day he would start to embrace his new reality fully.

As he stirred from sleep, a gentle knock on the door brought Trevor’s familiar voice. “Rise and shine, buddy! Ready for your first breakfast as an absolutely unique triple amputee?” There was a playful lilt in Trevor’s tone, one that made Shawn smile despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach.

“Just give me a second!” Shawn replied, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. The reality of his body felt fresh and new, an exhilaratingly strange adventure waiting right at the edge of consciousness. He swung his right foot off the side of the bed, testing the sensation of the cool floor against his skin before fully committing to the day ahead.

Once he managed to sit up, he saw the breakfast tray perched at the edge of the bed—a colorful array of fruits, toast, and a steaming mug of coffee. “Oh boy, here goes nothing,” he murmured, giggling nervously at the challenge before him. Normally, he would have used both hands, but today would introduce him to using his foot like a hand for the first time.

“Need some help?” Trevor asked, peering in with an encouraging smile.

“Nah, I’m ready for this!” Shawn declared, determination replacing any hint of self-doubt. He couldn’t wait to fully immerse himself in this experience. With concentrated focus, he leaned forward, positioning his right foot strategically. The goal was to curl his toes and matter-of-factly pick up a piece of toast. With a bit of effort, Shawn grasped the edge of the bread between his toes. It flopped a little, and he chuckled at the unpredictability of it.

“Look at you! Breakfast, foot-style!” Trevor cheered, his voice light and full of encouragement.

“I did it!” Shawn exclaimed, grinning with pride as he managed to bring the toast close to his mouth. It wasn’t as graceful as he had imagined it might be, but the actual act of this extraordinary thrust into independence felt monumental. He took a bite, the butter melting on his tongue, and let out a joyous laugh. “I’m eating with my foot! That’s insane!”

Trevor clapped, an infectious excitement bubbling in the room. “You’re a true pioneer in foot dining! Get ready for the accolades!”

Shawn’s laugh turned into something deeper, something profoundly moving. The laughter morphed into sobs of joy, tears streaming down his cheeks, mixing with the laughter. “I can’t believe this is real! I’ve dreamt about this moment!” The emotions flooded over him, a beautiful release.

Trevor watched with admiration, his hand resting on Shawn’s shoulder, grounding him in this moment. “You’re doing something incredibly brave. Not everyone would even think to try this. But look at you!”

“Thank you, Trevor! You’ve been my rock, seriously! I don’t think I could have done this alone,” Shawn confessed, the weight of gratitude heavy in his heart.

Once Shawn finished his breakfast, he felt an overwhelming urge to stand up, to feel the rush of standing on his single right leg—the sensation thrumming through his body. “Let’s do it! I want to hop around the room!” The thrill of what lay ahead sent a pulse of electricity through him.

“Okay, I’m right here with you,” Trevor said, his voice steady and encouraging as he moved to Shawn’s side. “Let’s take this one hop at a time. Find your balance—take all the time you need.”

With Trevor’s support, Shawn carefully positioned himself at the edge of the bed. He could feel the pulsating energy in his leg, the importance of what this meant—standing on his own single leg, the next step in his journey. As he steadied himself, a breath caught in his throat.

“Here goes nothing!” With that phrase as his launchpad, he pushed off, feeling the weight of his body lift momentarily before he landed, surprisingly stable, on his right leg. A rush of exhilaration washed over him. “I’m up! I’m really up!”

“Fantastic! Now hop! Just feel it out!” Trevor encouraged, sensing the euphoric leap inside Shawn.

And then, with a burst of sheer joy, Shawn took his first hop across the room. It was a wild, clumsy maneuver, but the smile plastered across his face was infinite. “Oh my God! I’m hopping!” he exclaimed as if he had just discovered flight.

“Beautiful! You’re a natural!” Trevor cheered, echoing Shawn’s joy.

Every single hop sent ripples of happiness coursing through Shawn’s body, and with each bounce, his laughter crescendoed—free, loud, and unrestrained. “This is the best day of my life!” he shouted, entirely overwhelmed with emotion and joy. He could feel tears escaping his eyes again, but this time they were tears of pure, unadulterated happiness.

“This is just the beginning, Shawn! You’re going to soar!” Trevor shouted back, his own excitement infectious, and he matched Shawn’s hopping, twirling in an unpredictable joyous dance around the room.

As Shawn continued to hop, trying and giggling like a child discovering the world for the first time, he realized he was embracing not just the absurdity of his situation but the freedom that it was granting him—a sense of independence he had longed for. “I’m never going to stop hopping!” he declared, glowing from the joy of his newfound ability.

They spent the rest of the morning hopping, laughing, and reveling in the excitement of Shawn’s transformation. Yes, he was now a triple amputee, but in this liberation, he found layers of himself yet to be discovered. Each hop brought new dreams into focus, and he was poised and ready to fly home soon.

The anticipation was electric as the plane descended through the clouds, the familiar skyline of Shawn’s city coming into view. The excitement coursing through him was like a waiting tide, ready to rush in and sweep him off his feet. “I can’t believe we’re finally home,” Shawn said, glancing over at Trevor, whose wide smile mirrored his own.

Trevor chuckled, nodding in agreement. “You’re a whole new person now, Shawn! The airport is going to feel like a runway for you. Ready to be the star of the show?”

Shawn couldn’t help but laugh, the nervous energy transforming into something exhilarating. “I hope they have a red carpet!”

As they disembarked from the plane, everything felt surreal. Shawn leaned into his new identity, the air of change swirling around him, each step taken with his single right leg a statement of defiance and strength. The first taste of freedom, the direct thrill of using his foot in ways he never thought possible since his surgery, surged through him. “I can’t wait to hop through those airport gates!”

When they reached the terminal, Shawn felt a rush of mixed emotions—joy, nostalgia, and a dollop of anxiety. He was stepping back into a life that had subtly shifted in more ways than he could entirely comprehend. Trevor kept pace with him, a solid presence at his side, as they approached the baggage claim.

“Look at you! My one-legged marvel!" Trevor exclaimed. “You’re going to draw stares for sure!”

“Bring it on! I’m ready,” Shawn said, hopping eagerly toward the baggage carousel, his heart racing. The concourse buzzed with the chatter of people, families reuniting and travelers rushing off to their next destinations. As he caught glimpses of himself reflected in the glass, he noticed how confident and radiant he looked, even without his arms.

After a brief wait, they retrieved his bags, and the two friends set out into the arrivals area. As they crossed the threshold, the burst of fresh air hit Shawn like a wave, the scent of familiarity wrapping around him like a warm embrace. “Feels like I’m back in my element,” he said, breathing deeply.

The ride back to his apartment was filled with Trevor’s laughter and stories from their friends, but Shawn’s mind wandered with thoughts of how home would greet him this time. Would the old apartment feel different now? Would he feel whole again in the melodies of everyday life?

When they finally arrived at his apartment building, Shawn’s heart raced with anticipation. It was a modest space, located on the second floor. As they made their way up the stairs, Shawn prepared himself for the moment he had been dreaming of—the instant he would cross the threshold into this new chapter of his life.

“Here we are, buddy!” Trevor said, opening the door to reveal the cozy, sun-lit living room. Nothing had changed; the purple walls were still adorned with his art, and bags of his favorite snacks were stacked on the kitchen counter.

Shawn took a moment to soak it all in, resting his foot against the doorframe. “I’m home,” he whispered, joy bubbling inside him.

As he stood at the entrance, a rush of powerful emotion welled up within him. This was where he had spent countless hours in his own skin, and now he would carry that same essence as a triple amputee. Memories of old times, laughter, and love flooded him as he took a deep breath. “Okay, here we go!”

With the determination that had served him well in the past few days, he propelled himself forward, hopping across the threshold into his home for the first time as a triple amputee. The sensation was electric! “I’m…” he began, but the words caught in his throat.

Hopping joyfully, Shawn stumbled slightly and let out a burst of laughter, matched by Trevor’s cheer. “You did it! You’re amazing!”

“I’m home!” Shawn exclaimed, tears suddenly flooding his eyes. He could hardly comprehend how much this moment meant to him. “I’m really home!”

His emotion surged, breaking through in the form of heavy sobs—tears of pure joy cascading down his cheeks without reserve. It was an overwhelming release, a conduit of everything he had felt over the past few months—the fear, the thrill, the uncertainty, and the liberation.

Trevor was instantly beside him, arms ready to steady him if he needed it, his face a mask of unwavering support. “You’re incredible, Shawn,” Trevor said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “Look at you… just look.”

“I’ve never felt more alive!” Shawn said through his tears, a wild smile breaking through the intensity of his emotions. The joy was so profound he could hardly contain it, bouncing on his right leg, unable to stop himself. “I love this! I love my life!”

The apartment felt like a sanctuary of new beginnings, and Shawn’s heart swelled as he reveled in the reality of his identity. “Can you feel this?” he asked Trevor, whose expression was flooded with pride. “I feel unstoppable!”

“I can feel it! And let me tell you, you are unstoppable!” Trevor affirmed, and they shared a laugh, the sound ringing through the apartment, echoing off the walls and mixing with the memories that surrounded them.

“Okay, I need to hop around and explore!” Shawn said, bouncing through the living room, his heart a drum of rhythm as he swept through his cherished space. Every corner he hopped to invited memories, igniting the comfort of being home.

He hopped toward the kitchen with eagerness, opening cabinets and laughing at some of the small kitchen gadgets he had forgotten about. “Look! My little avocado slicer! I didn’t think I’d see you again!” He picked it up with his foot, brandishing it like a prized trophy.

“Just be careful, Picasso! We don’t want you cutting your foot!” Trevor said, his laughter mingling with Shawn’s bright energy as Shawn hopped around the island, a symphony of movement.

Time slipped away as they filled the apartment with endless laughter and stories, each moment cementing the sacred bond of their friendship. “You’ve made me feel like I can do anything,” Shawn said earnestly as he paused to look at Trevor, his eyes shimmering with gratitude. “You’re my rock.”

“Well, you’re my hero! I can’t wait to see what you do next!” Trevor replied, a knowing smile on his face.

Feeling invigorated and alive, Shawn hopped around the living room, his heart soaring, and he embraced this next chapter with every ounce of passion he possessed. Today marked not just a return home but the beginning of a journey painted with newfound possibilities, laughter, and the promise of what was yet to come, all blended into the vibrant colors of his life—a life he was ready to seize and celebrate as a proud triple amputee, a body liberated to move through the world in a way truly unique to him.

On Saturday, Shawn stood at the entrance of the city park, the vibrant greenery unfolding before him like an endless canvas. Trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sound of laughter and chatter filled the air. Today was the day he had been waiting for—his first real outing to the park as a triple amputee. Hopping on his right leg, he felt a mixture of excitement and butterflies in his stomach. The anticipation electrified him.

“Ready to show the world what you’ve got?” Trevor grinned, a playful gleam in his eyes as he positioned himself at Shawn's side, ready to support him if needed.

“Absolutely! Let’s make some magic happen!” Shawn replied, beaming with confidence. Here he was, a young gay man with an indomitable spirit, ready to embrace every aspect of his new identity.

With Trevor’s encouragement, Shawn took a deep breath and hopped forward, the vibrant flowers and lush grass seeming to welcome him with open arms. The initial bounce sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through him, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, look at me! I’m a hopping machine!”

Trevor laughed along, pacing himself next to Shawn. “You’re unstoppable! Just look at that technique!”

Reaching the small paved path winding through the park, Shawn began to find his rhythm. The stumps of his arms, a constant reminder of his journey, shifted and twitched energetically as he hopped. Each bounce felt liberating, shedding the weight of his past insecurities. “This feels amazing!” he exclaimed, adjusting his posture. “It’s like flying!”

As they moved deeper into the park, Shawn couldn’t help but notice the glances thrown his way—curiosity, admiration, surprise, and sometimes pity. But today, he felt invincible, ready to embrace each reaction. “Hey, look at that kid over there!” he said, pointing out a small boy staring wide-eyed. “He looks like he’s seen a superhero!”

Trevor chuckled softly, glancing back at the boy who was indeed transfixed. “You’re right! You are like a superhero. The hopping amputee!”

The boy’s mother, seeing her son’s fascination, smiled encouragingly, maintaining a refreshing grace as they walked by. Shawn beamed back at them, his heart swelling with joy.

“Did you see that?” Shawn’s laughter echoed, and he felt a rush of warmth flood his chest. “This is incredible! I feel so… so free!”

As they ventured further, a group of teens ambled past, their chatter briefly falling silent. Shawn noticed one of the boys, his eyes wide with intrigue, pointing toward him. A moment later, one of the girls piped up, “That’s awesome! Look at how he hops!”

“Yeah! He’s so cool!” her friend replied with a contagious enthusiasm.

Overwhelmed by their excitement, Shawn beamed, flushing with confidence. “You heard that, Trevor? I’m cool!”

“You always were, buddy,” Trevor replied, laughter in his voice. “Now you’re just a cooler version of yourself!”

They continued forward, the sounds of laughter and joy swirling around them. Families picnicked nearby, couples strolled hand in hand, and joggers blurred past. Each interaction felt charged with tenderness and curiosity. One elderly woman even stopped to nod approvingly, her eyes twinkling as she watched Shawn maneuver.

“Keep hopping, dear!” she called out, clapping her hands. Shawn couldn’t help but return a wide smile, feeling bolstered by her compliment.

“I’ll keep hopping as long as I can!” he shouted back. And he meant it, cherishing each movement, each bob of his stumps, and the whispers of the spring breeze around him.

“Let’s try the fountain!” Trevor suggested as they rounded a corner, and Shawn’s eyes lit up. The fountain was a remarkable centerpiece in the park—a spectacular display of dancing water—kids often played nearby, splashing exuberantly.

“Good idea! That’s the perfect spot!” Shawn exclaimed, pivoting enthusiastically and launching into a series of hops toward the fountain. As he approached, the spray of the water glistened in the sunlight.

When they reached it, Shawn couldn’t help but stop in awe. “This is incredible! I love the way the water catches the light,” he murmured, as droplets glimmered like diamonds.

“Want to hop through it?” Trevor asked with a conspiratorial grin.

“Do I? Absolutely!” Shawn replied, the playful challenge igniting fire in his spirit.

With nods of determination, he took a step back and with a short, powerful leap, he soared through the fountain's mist. Water splashed around him, hair whipping behind his head as laughter erupted from his lips. As if on cue, several children watching screamed in delight, dashing toward the fountain to join him. “Look, he’s a water superhero!” one little girl shouted, her face aglow with joy.

“Join me!” Shawn laughed. “Let’s cause some mischief!”

The children hopped and splashed around him, their laughter mingling with the trickling sounds of water, creating a symphony of joy. Shawn felt completely at home in that moment—no fear, no self-doubt, just pure exuberance and shared happiness.

Trevor, standing on the sidelines and watching the scene unfold, felt his heart swell with pride and admiration for his friend. “Look at you! You’re the center of attention!”

“Best day ever!” Shawn beamed, hopping and splashing alongside the children, their laughter swirling around him like a warm embrace. It was exhilarating to be out in the world, so publicly embracing who he was, the variations of his body transforming into a canvas of strength rather than limitation.

The reactions of passersby only filled him with confidence; each smile and cheer ignited within him a brighter fire of self-love. As he navigated through water and life, he knew he was shining in ways he had often denied himself before. His stumps twitched with joy, each movement becoming a celebration—a tribute to every challenge he had faced and overcome.

After an hour of sheer delight, Shawn finally paused, breathless and exhilarated. Leaning against the fountain’s edge, he wiped his wet brow with his foot and grinned at Trevor. “Can you believe it? I’m here, I’m hopping, and I feel fantastic!”

“I can totally believe it,” Trevor replied, joining him by the fountain, a look of unreserved admiration on his face. “You’ve shown everyone what joy looks like, Shawn. This is your time to shine, and you are absolutely glowing.”

Looking around, Shawn took in the sight of families enjoying the park, kids laughing, and the gentle hum of life flowing around them. He realized he wasn’t just a triple amputee; he was a beacon of resilience and happiness—and he craved to inspire others to embrace their realities, too.

“Let’s keep hopping!” he announced, the words bursting from him like spontaneous music.

“Let’s do it!” Trevor agreed, and together they set off down the pathway, Shawn leading the way, each hop a rhythm of joy, every landing a promise of triumph. The park echoed their laughter, and Shawn felt a connection to the world that was deeper than he ever imagined, affirming his place as a radiant, fearless spirit living boldly in every moment.

The bright fluorescent lights of the bank office flickered like tiny stars as Shawn approached the entrance, a rush of nerves coursing through him. Today was the day he would return to work as a triple amputee, and he was filled with a blend of anticipation and exhilaration. With every hop, his heart beat harder, a rhythm of excitement mixed with the anxiety of revealing his transformed self to colleagues who had never imagined him making such a drastic change.

"Are you ready for this?" Trevor asked, walking closely beside him. His presence felt like a warm shield against the unknown.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Shawn replied, his single right leg preparing for the momentous leap into the world he had once known. “I can’t wait to see their faces!”

“You’re a work of art, Shawn. Just be you!” Trevor reassured him with a bright smile.

With a final deep breath, Shawn hopped through the heavy glass doors, every sound around him muted in the swell of his own thoughts and feelings. The familiar hum of the office enveloped him as he stepped inside, his heart racing as he prepared to embrace this new chapter.

“Good morning, everyone!” he called out joyfully, hopping forward with vibrant energy that drew heads to him like moths to a flame.

At first, there was silence. Coworkers paused mid-task, glancing up from their screens, expressions shifting from surprise to astonishment. It wasn’t just Shawn’s reappearance that left them speechless; it was the striking reality of his transformation. He stood there, an embodiment of strength and courage, his arm stumps twitching slightly as he balanced on his right leg, smiling radiantly into the room.

“Shawn?” Clara, one of his closest colleagues, finally broke the silence, her voice laden with disbelief. She leaned over her cubicle, her eyes wide. “Is that really you?”

“It sure is! Guess who’s back?” he said with a flourish, unapologetically displaying the beauty of his new body. He hopped closer, the sway of his stumps a testament to his glorious exuberance.

“Whoa,” Kyle interjected from across the floor, his jaw dropping. He shot up from his chair, stepping toward Shawn, bewilderment etched on his face. “What happened? You… you look so different!”

“I decided to go all-in and reinvent myself!” Shawn said breezily, enjoying the shock value. “I went for voluntary amputations—tripled the stakes, you know? A double above elbow and a left leg amputation, just me living my truest, most authentic life!”

Clara’s expression shifted from shock to a mixed swirl of wonder and concern. “You… chose this? You’re okay? Like, really okay?”

“I am thriving!” Shawn beamed, his heart swelling with pride. “I rediscovered who I am and wanted to embrace my body in a completely new way. I love it!”

The murmurs around the office began to rise, whispers exchanged, glances shared. Janet, another coworker, leaned over, her voice barely above a whisper. “Are you serious? He did this on purpose?”

At that moment, Shawn felt a burst of laughter bubble within him. “Oh, absolutely! And I have to say, I love being the only person in the room who can’t get a hug without some serious consideration!” He gestured as if to hug everyone, his stumps flailing slightly in jest, and the whole office erupted into laughter.

“Seriously,” he reiterated, his laughter subsiding into genuine joy. “I can already tell I’m going to rock this place! Bet you anything these stumps are going to have a story to tell!”

With each passing moment, the initial shock of the group turned into a sense of camaraderie and realization of how resilient Shawn had become. As he hopped around the open workspace, moving between desks to chat with his colleagues, he could see admiration sparking in their eyes, one by one. The tension melted into curiosity and respect.

“Honestly, Shawn, you look incredible,” Kyle said, his voice genuine as he approached to get a better look. “I can’t believe you chose this. That’s so… brave.”

“Oh, it’s been a fun ride!” Shawn said, grinning ear to ear. “Besides, what’s life without a little adventure? I’m just taking the whole ‘be yourself’ mantra to a whole new level!” He hopped energetically, his stumps waving as he moved.

As Shawn settled into his workspace, a sense of purpose washed over him. Each hop echoed the significance of his journey—each move an affirmation of embracing his identity fully. The office was buzzing with chatter about him now, the curiosity evolving as people began to approach him one at a time.

“Can you show us how you get around?” asked Terri, a new hire who was still trying to figure out the dynamics of the office.

“Of course!” Shawn replied, bubbling with excitement. “Come on, let’s hop around together!”

With that, he demonstrated his hopping technique, and Terri took a stance nearby as if preparing to join him. “Okay, let’s see those skills!”

As Shawn hopped back and forth, others began to join in, marveling at his balance, laughter echoing through the cubicles. The office transformed into a vibrant mix of support and amusement, making it impossible for anyone to ignore the joy of the shared experience. His stumps flailed and twitched with every hop, each movement a celebration of his new reality.

“I can’t believe how uplifting this feels!” Shaw exclaimed, the room alive with energy. “Who knew returning to work could be such a party?”

The reactions continued to diverge; some colleagues expressed admiration, others incredulity, but in every exchange, the seeds of respect were sown. “Your stumps are so expressive,” Clara commented, trying to contain her giggles. “It’s like they have their own personality!”

“I have a feeling they’ll steal the show sooner than I will!” Shawn laughed, his heart soaring at the notion that he had turned the perceptions of his colleagues inside out.

In that bustling bank office, Shawn’s energy began to reshape the environment. Along with the buzz of phones and clicking keyboards came laughter and camaraderie around his presence. He was not merely returning to work; he was igniting a deep conversation about identity, choice, and acceptance.

Lunchtime came, and people began to gather around him in the cafeteria, a layered mix of disbelief and admiration swirling around as they sought to understand his story. Trevor encouraged Shawn to share as much as he wanted, standing by his side, a proud champion of his journey.

“I never would have guessed you had this in you,” Kyle remarked, engrossed in Shawn’s experience. “You’ve really changed our perspective on so much.”

“Thank you! It’s good to know this is meaningful,” Shawn said, feeling the warmth of their acceptance. “It’s about embracing who I am! Every step or hop I take reinforces that. I want to be someone who inspires, you know? Who shows that you can thrive despite anything thrown your way.”

“This is amazing,” Clara added, a tone of sincerity resonating in her voice. “You’re really a beacon of hope for others who might need that push to embrace themselves more fully.”

“I never thought I could be a role model, but if I can do that? It feels incredible,” Shawn replied, the swell of gratitude flooding through him. “We all have our journeys, and I want everyone to know it’s okay to show up as our authentic selves, no matter what that looks like. I’m proud of this body!”

As laughter melded with the rhythm of conversation around the table, Shawn felt cherished and embraced in a way he had not expected. Each hop, each movement served as a commitment to sharing his unique story. The bumps of uncertainty transformed into a tapestry woven from acceptance, laughter, and genuine companionship.

“I think it’s safe to say this is the best return from leave anyone has ever had!” Trevor declared, raising an imaginary toast, laughter rippling through the group once again.

With a heart full of joy, Shawn could only nod, his stumps flailing in playful acknowledgment. “Let’s make this journey together, shall we?”

And as the laughter rang out, floating through the café, with new friendships blossoming alongside him, Shawn knew he had not just returned to work; he was creating a legacy, one hop at a time.

The aroma of garlic and fresh basil wafted through the air as Shawn and Trevor approached Bella Notte, his favorite Italian restaurant. The evening sun cast a warm golden hue across the cobblestones, enhancing the already romantic ambiance of the place. Shawn hopped excitedly on his single right leg, his heart racing with the thrill of celebrating his first day back at the office—an office that had embraced his transformation and invited him back with open arms.

“Can you believe it? I'm finally back to normal life,” Shawn said, grinning from ear to ear, his stumps subtly flapping in the evening breeze.

Trevor chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “Normal life with a side of extraordinary, you mean! I don’t think anyone can pull off their version of ‘normal’ like you do.”

As they stepped inside, Shawn’s gaze danced over the cozy interior—soft candlelight flickered invitingly, and the walls were adorned with vibrant paintings of Italian landscapes. The gentle sound of a guitar hummed in the background, wrapping the room in a warm embrace.

“Let’s sit at my favorite spot!” Shawn exclaimed, bouncing towards a small table near a window, the view of the outside bustling with life visible as a backdrop to their celebration.

When they reached the table, Sean skillfully maneuvered himself, using his right foot to guide his movement as he hopped over. Balancing on his right leg, he reached and adjusted the edge of his chair, then swung himself around, using his foot to push the chair out just enough, and finally positioned himself to sit down. His foot was nimble and elegant, an unforeseen coordination that painted a beautiful picture of his adjustment to life as a triple amputee.

“Nice move,” Trevor remarked with a grin as he settled into the seat across from Shawn. “You’re a real master of your domain!”

“Thank you!” Shawn laughed, glancing down at his foot, proud of how he was able to use it so effectively. With his left leg now a sturdy and seamless stump, his right foot had developed a newfound agility, taking on responsibilities he never anticipated. It felt empowering. As he adjusted himself comfortably, his toes played at the edge of the chair, fidgeting with an animated sense of freedom.

“So, what’s on the menu for the triumphant return?” Trevor asked, opening the extensive menu and placing it in front of Shawn. “I’m feeling a little adventurous.”

“Well, I’m definitely getting the fettuccine Alfredo!” Shawn declared, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I’ve missed it so much. And garlic bread—can’t forget that!”

“You always loved that combo! I’m in!” Trevor responded, hardly looking at the menu as he felt confident in joining Shawn’s culinary preferences. The waiter appeared, a bright smile illuminating his face.

“Good evening! What can I get you gentlemen to start?” he asked warmly, his eyes catching on Shawn momentarily before glancing quickly back to Trevor.

“We’ll have the garlic bread to start, and for drinks, I’ll take a glass of the house Chianti,” Shawn said confidently, his right foot now tracing small circles on the floor as he felt the vibrant energy of the restaurant.

“And I’ll have the same, please,” Trevor added.

As the waiter jotted down their orders, Shawn couldn't help but notice the slight glance from a family seated at a nearby table. A young boy stared with curiosity while his parents exchanged whispers, gauging Shawn’s demeanor. Shawn met their eyes with an open smile, his arm stumps resting gently on the edge of the table, glimmering with unapologetic pride.

“Thank you!” the waiter said, turning to leave.

“Raising stars, we are!” Shawn mused, watching the waiter retreat. “Can you feel that spark? I think the world is ready for us!”

“Absolutely! And life’s just getting started for you, buddy!” Trevor responded, a sense of pride swelling in his chest as he observed Shawn’s joy.

As they waited for their food, the atmosphere filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Shawn couldn’t help but feel exhilarated in the lively environment, but he also noticed the attention he drew. The family at the next table seemed increasingly intrigued. The parents turned their attention away from their own conversations, clearly drawn to Shawn’s buoyant spirit.

“Look, Mom!” the young boy finally said, pointing with an innocent charm. “He doesn’t have arms like us!”

The mother smiled gently, “That’s right, sweetheart. He’s different, but look how happy he is!” The father nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, perhaps considering the lessons in kindness and strength this moment could convey.

Shawn caught the tail end of the conversation and turned to the boy, giving a wink. “Yep, no arms but a lot of heart! Are you having a good dinner?”

The boy grinned, eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah! What do you do for fun?”

“I hop my way through life! Want to try?” Shawn asked, his tone playfully inviting.

The boy giggled and nodded eagerly, the embarrassment of age melting away in the face of Shawn’s enthusiasm.

“Just you wait! I can show you all my moves!” He hopped a little in place, the stumps of his arms coming to life as they danced with the exertion of each bounce. The boy laughed, and even the parents chuckled, their reactions softening into warmth and inclusion.

Soon, the waiter returned, setting down their orders with a flourish. “Fettuccine Alfredo and garlic bread, coming right up! Enjoy, gentlemen.”

“Thank you!” Shawn said, eyeing the generous portions with delight and anticipation. His right foot danced slightly beneath the table, his excitement palpable. He picked up the fork, gripping it neatly between his toes, adjusting to make it feel natural despite the unconventional grip. It was liberating, knowing he had adapted and thrived, even in the little things.

“Bon appétit!” Trevor cheered playfully, raising his glass in a toast. “To the return of Shawn!”

“To adventure, adaptation, and anything else that comes our way!” Shawn replied, lifting his glass, and they both took a sip of their Chianti, the rich flavors dancing on their tongues.

As they ate, Shawn used his foot with grace, twirling strands of pasta flawlessly onto his fork with the dexterity he had honed over time. Each bite felt like a victory, each moment savored just as much for the food as for the company—and for the unfurling diversity in how he approached the world.

Around them, the energy in the restaurant shifted, glasses clinking and laughter erupting anew as the family took a moment to engage with Shawn. The boy’s father leaned forward. “Your positivity is contagious!”

“Thanks! Just living the dream one hop at a time!” Shawn replied, bending slightly to crack a joke. “Trust me, this is the new wave of dining. No forks, no problem!” His humorous approach made the atmosphere resound with laughter.

The family exchanged glances, smiles widening.

“What’s your secret?” the mother asked earnestly. “How do you stay so happy?”

“Honestly, it’s simple: I decided to embrace every part of me, and I have amazing friends—like Trevor here!” Shawn replied, gesturing toward his companion, who beamed with pride. “Life hands you lemons? I make lemon pasta!”

By now, exhilaration tinged the atmosphere; people were starting to engage with Shawn’s personality rather than just viewing him as a figure of interest. The stares had softened into smiles, and every interaction flowed with authenticity and curiosity.

“Hey, would you like a picture with me?” Shawn asked the young boy, noticing how much he had captured his attention.

“Yes! Can we?” the boy shouted with excitement.

“Of course! Let’s make it epic!” Shawn replied, hopping slightly to a standing position, finding balance as he put his foot next to the boy for a shot—an image of joy against the enchanting backdrop of Bella Notte. Trevor reached for his phone, capturing the moment as pure and unfiltered happiness radiated between them.

The boy’s parents snapped a couple of photos as Shawn feigned different poses, stumps flailing dramatically, embracing the joy of the experience. After the boy’s parents expressed their gratitude, the family moved back to their seats, the child radiant, his earlier timidity transformed into bold excitement.

That evening, Shawn not only celebrated his return to the office; he wielded his story to foster understanding, vulnerability, and connection. As dishes were cleared and the dining experience wound down, he soaked in every moment—his heart full, his laughter vibrant.

“Thanks for pushing me out into the world, Trevor. You always know how to make the ordinary extraordinary,” Shawn reflected over dessert—a sumptuous tiramisu, creamy and decadent.

“I wouldn’t miss this for anything, Shawn. You are the extraordinary one here!” Trevor replied.

“Who would’ve thought a night at Bella Notte would be the highlight of my comeback?” Shawn chuckled, delighting in the layers of meaning swirling around him.

And as they enjoyed desserts, laughter ringing through the restaurant, Shawn knew this was only the beginning. This was more than just a celebration; it was an embodiment of everything he had worked for, a narrative he would continue to pen, cradling the complexities of his identity in every hop and every heartfelt connection he made along the way.

The next day, Shawn took a deep breath as he stood in front of the entrance to the Zen Spa, the local public sauna he had frequented for years. The rhythmic sound of his single right foot tapping against the sidewalk sent a shiver of excitement coursing through him. Today felt monumental—it marked not only a celebration of his body and a return to the recreational bliss of the sauna but also his journey of self-acceptance as a joyful triple amputee.

“Ready for some rejuvenation?” Trevor asked, grinning wide and carrying a bag filled with amenities: towels, shower gel, and a celebratory bottle of mint-infused water. “This is the best place to unwind! I can't wait to see your triumphant entrance!”

“Let’s do this!” Shawn replied, enthusiasm evident in his tone. He hopped lightly on his right leg, a confident bounce to him—even though he only had his arm stumps and left leg stump, he radiated a sense of pride and empowerment.

As they entered, the soothing scent of eucalyptus enveloped them, a fragrant welcome that coaxed the stress from their bodies. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, echoing a sense of serenity that wrapped around them like a soft blanket.

“Okay, first things first,” Shawn turned to Trevor, unzipping his bag, “let’s get comfortable! I’ve been looking forward to feeling totally liberated and unencumbered, you know?”

“Absolutely! You’re in your element here,” Trevor replied, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips. “I can’t wait to see how you navigate this place. Just you, me, and all the steam!”

Pushing aside his nerves, Shawn hopped towards the changing area, the process tumbling into an elegant rhythm. Using his right foot, he balanced himself against the wall, employing precise movements to maneuver undressing. His toes curled around the edge of his towel, skillfully arranging it before draping it on a nearby bench. Each movement showcased his confidence, his foot moving fluidly, an extension of his indomitable spirit.

Once they were ready, Shawn paused, looking in the mirror to take a moment and appreciate his reflection. His body had transformed, but any doubts had been replaced with awe at how far he had come. “You know, I feel like my body is more me now than ever before,” he said slowly, his eyes lighting up.

“You look extraordinary, Shawn,” Trevor reassured him, a warmth spreading between them. “Let’s go! Time to celebrate!”

They stepped through the door leading to the sauna area, immediately enveloped in a wave of heat. Shawn inhaled deeply, feeling beads of sweat begin to form on his brow. His excitement surged. The sauna was filled with a handful of other guests, men enjoying the tranquility of warmth, their rhythmic breathing merging with the gentle hissing of steam.

As they found a spot to settle, Shawn could sense the reactions arrayed around him. A couple of guys at the far side exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to admiration. He caught pieces of their quiet conversations, curious whispers about him. “Is that guy…?” and, “Wow, look at how confident he is,” floated through the air.

“Hey, do you need help?” Trevor asked, edging closer as Shawn prepared to make his way to a bench.

“I've got this, buddy!” Shawn said with determination, his voice buoyant. Shifting his weight, he used his right foot to push off the ground, hopping slightly to gain momentum while employing his core stability. Tension melted around him; he was completely in his elements.

As he gracefully hopped and maneuvered between other patrons, he couldn't help but beam. Using his foot, he found the perfect balance, his body flowing with confidence in the heat. The other guests began to watch more intently, their previous whispers transformed into admiration.

“Look how he’s moving!” a man with a buzz cut said softly to his friend, nodding toward Shawn. “He’s incredible!”

“Yeah, that’s impressive!” his friend responded, eyes wide. “Do you see his balance?”

Shawn just smiled, the warmth of the sauna mingling with the warmth of acceptance he felt surrounding him. He reached for the stool, settling into a comfortable position on the edge of the wooden bench. “Ahh, this feels amazing!” he exclaimed, leaning back into the heat as it enveloped him.

As the minutes passed, conversation flowed. Trevor leaned back beside Shawn, feeling the ripple of happiness that danced between them. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” he said, watching Shawn interact with the other guests.

“Thanks! Just soaking it all in. They haven’t seen anything yet,” Shawn winked conspiratorially, his playful spirit shining bright as he drew attention towards himself.

Another guest, intrigued by Shawn’s confidence, approached. “Hey, I just wanted to say, you’re inspiring!” He looked at Shawn directly, admiration in his gaze. “I love how you embrace who you are. It’s rare to see someone radiate that much confidence. You’re amazing, man.”

“Thank you!” Shawn replied, feeling a rush of pride. “It’s all about embracing the journey, right? We only live once, so we’ve got to own it!”

“That’s what it’s all about,” the man nodded, smiling before stepping back to join his friends.

Every moment in the sauna became a celebration of self. Shawn felt invigorated by the collective energy around him, sharing this space with others willing to engage and accept differences. With every swing of his foot and every deliberate hop, he moved through the steamy haze with purpose, becoming a beacon of positivity and acceptance.

“More like a sauna superstar!” Trevor chuckled, leaning playfully against Shawn. “This might be the best choice of celebration yet!”

“Hey, I always knew I had the moves!” Shawn boasted, striking a mock model pose, his stumps raised triumphantly as if he were on a runway. Laughter erupted around them, filling the sauna with camaraderie.

After some time, they decided to explore the cold plunge pool adjacent to the sauna, a refreshing addition that invigorated the spirit. Shawn hopped over to the edge of the pool, his right foot making quick adjustments to find balance as he prepared for the plunge.

“Ready for the chill?” Trevor asked, grinning. “It’s an experience like no other!”

“Bring it on!” Shawn replied, a cheeky grin on his face as he took a deep breath and jumped in.

The cold water enveloped him with an electric jolt, refreshing and invigorating, and as he emerged, laughter erupted once more. Droplets glistened across his skin, and the exhilaration shot through him, reinvigorating every fiber of his being.

As they returned to the sauna, warm air wrapping around them like a comforting hug, Shawn felt connected, engaged, and completely alive. The guests exchanged nods and smiles, seizing this celebration of self for all its worth.

“Today is all about freedom,” Shawn declared, leaning back against the heat as Trevor matched his energy. An air of acceptance mingled with the tranquility, transforming the sauna into a sanctuary—a place where differences were celebrated, bodies embraced, and laughter echoed freely.

In this haven, Shawn had made not just a statement of self-love but a connection. The sauna, a vessel of warmth and kinship, fostered an air of camaraderie, an understanding that they were all there to share in the simple joy of existence.

“Cheers to the body and spirit,” Shawn toasted, lifting his bottle of mint-infused water that he held between his toes to Trevor in exhilaration.

“To us,” Trevor grinned back, his enthusiasm radiating as he clinked his bottle against Shawn’s.

In this moment, submerged in the warmth of acceptance, laughter, and vibrant celebration, Shawn felt entirely at home. The world outside the sauna may have had its complexities, but within these walls, he was free—a radiant beacon of joy, determination, and unapologetic authenticity.

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Literally me the last time I went to church and ended up getting lit on fire 🙄

oh i can’t fucking believe this. the gods—they smote me. just smited me out of the blue. i’ve been smit. they gave me absolutely no warning before smating me. smoted my guts all over the place. with thunderbolts and everything. absolutely smurted me