Karen awoke to an empty bed, and she didn’t know what the hell she had expected.

As the vaguely vivid colors of her dreams evaporated to the blank, quiet morning and the persistent need to yawn, Karen chided herself for letting her guard down, for expecting more, for being so forward so soon after the disastrous end of her last assistant.

Of course the flake from work would just up and leave in the middle of the night, she thought. He hadn’t picked up any of her signals all yesterday, or for the week prior, and even though he was a good fuck — a great one, she begrudgingly admitted — there was no way a guy like him could understand her life, accept her as she was. He hadn’t even covered her properly, the prick!

Karen determined then and there, she was going to let him have it when she got into work. She couldn’t fire Fergus for this, HR would have a fit, but dead to rights, he was going to regret this one-night-stand more than she would!

Focusing on the ‘time’, an unfamiliar thought told her it was 7:14 in the morning.

“Eva where the hell are you? I need to get ready for work. 7am wakeup, has it ever been any different?” SENT

From what little she could discern for herself, the sheets were just barely covering her chest, at risk of slipping down to her belly. She didn’t usually sleep in the nude, wearing a tight tank-top at least, but not today. The room had a neutral chill to it, windless, empty, and she focused hard on the thermostat to adjust the temperature up a couple degrees. It responded with a confirmation that she had been heard, slightly foreign, slightly painful. The first few pings of the day always caught the augmented woman off guard, feeling that little invasion of her one remaining sacred space. Before long she felt the air start to circulate, sending goosebumps and shakes across her compact body.

But it was just the central heating, not the faint breeze of someone like Eva walking by. Or fucking Fergus. For a bitter second she was thankful to be blind, the old Karen would have never put up with someone so clueless for long enough to learn how good he was in bed. Yet why the hell had he left?

There weren’t any texts waiting for her, she could feel that much, and she barely held herself back from sending the ruinous thoughts worming through her fuming head.

No, not head, Karen thought, but the quintuple amputee had long-since flown a white flag trying to root out all the body-normative sayings she let slip on the daily. She wondered impatiently just how many years it would take her to get used to this situation… more than a decade, it seemed. She would have been her assistant’s age when—

Karen felt a jab in her thoughts and she squirmed in bed, the sheets brushing across her smooth hips and tickling at the slit between. It was Eva.

Sorry Ms. Clyne, your friend is making us some breakfast, I’ll be right up.

So he hadn’t left.

Karen steadied herself, as she always had to when realizing the world around her was yet again diametrically opposed to what she had guessed. This wouldn’t do.

Create a group message to Eva and Fergus, “So you’re both talking in my home without me. Masters of courtesy you are.”

Good morning to you too, I wanted to let you sleep. You know I’ve never put eggs in a blender before.

A blender, first thing in the morning… Karen could live without hearing…

“Since when are you in charge of my morning routine, Fergus? Those are my eggs youre blending.”

No, I couldn’t sleep so I ran out early to get some groceries. All you have in the fridge is formula and smoothie bottles.

Bleh, Karen still had a small patch of her tongue left in the end of her throat, right near the opening, and the formula didn’t inspire much love from that last remnant of her lost sense of taste. It got the job done, though. Luckily, Eva alternated the simple vitamix with warm soups and broths, but they must have been out.

A hand touched Karen’s shoulder and she shook in silent surprise. It was hard to have two conversations going at once. The house around her was suddenly feeling very busy.

“Eva, bath, now! I will be late if you don’t pick up those damn feet.”

It seemed her carer had gotten the message as the covers were pulled off her tiny form, but a pair of panties were easily slipped over her hips, the central strip having to be positioned so her privates stayed that way. What was Eva doing?!

“I don’t need these! Wash me!”

But Karen received no reply as she was sat up onto her hips, feeling a loose cotton shirt pulled over her with the familiar coolness in the armpits and neck, before being picked up into Eva’s recognizably-gentle grasp, feeling her chest press up against her assistant’s and her mons rest right on the carer’s hip bone in a shamefully satisfying way, while the younger woman’s arm wrapped around her, steady, safe, three feet in the air with nothing to break her fall if Eva slipped. But she never had in two and a half years of dedicated service.

She had also never disobeyed an order.

“Where are we going? I told you I need a bath!”

Karen was confident she smelled ripe after the three rounds of passion the night before. She had been told armpits didn’t really smell if they were uncovered like hers, but she had no way of knowing, and that’s not really what she worried about anyway. Eva was silent as they walked… Karen couldn’t make out direction if she tried, but the vibration of each step bumping into her pussy was maddeningly distracting.

There was no response, the phone was likely in Eva’s pocket. Fuck.

The truth was, on a normal morning the two barely talked. She liked Eva for her efficiency, never leaving her client idle for longer than a few moments, having everything ready and in place seemingly before Karen was even awoken. And being deaf and blind, Eva could work for hours in preparation and Karen would be none the wiser. That “feature” had been comforting until she realized Fergus had been up for an hour or two, wandering her house without her, knowing more about the contents of her fridge than she did.

Eva’s gentle hands set her down in what felt like one of the high chairs at the kitchen island. She wasn’t totally sure, she hadn’t sat there in ages. Karen nervously squirmed, feeling her bare butt cheeks slipping off the unfamiliar perch…

“Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!” “Eva!”

But her carer was already fastening a belt to keep her in place, cinching it tight, secure around her waist. Karen breathed a sigh of relief and her breasts rested on the countertop, cool through the t-shirt.

Good morning. Fergus’ heavy hand touched her shoulder, warmly, and Karen found herself not immediately shrugging it off, waiting for what his other hand had to say. I’m going to feed you breakfast and then I promise I’ll get out of your hair.

Karen frowned, or thought of frowning. Food came last in her routine, not first. And yet…

“Fine. This better not sour my stomach. You two use your phones. Don’t talk over me. Eva, answer your damn phone when I speak to you. Fergus, I thought you had left already.”

I thought texting might wake you up.

“Well you didn’t ask, did you?”

He asked when I walked in, but we got to talking.

It was incredibly difficult to discern the text streams coming into her thoughts, especially so early; who was who, etc, so Karen had to just take it contextually. And she picked up on more than anyone could guess a woman in her situation would, that was her secret to success in business: her perceptual ability — or more accurately her ability to infer in lieu of perceiving all the details a head with all its senses might. The lowered expectations helped too.

For example: Eva, who was always so professional and efficient, had now totally lost track of time and potentially left her phone in the kitchen, her one lifeline to her client. The only variable was Fergus, so either Eva was easy or Fergus was good-looking. Karen didn’t know why she cared, it didn’t necessarily matter what he looked like. The way he held her yesterday, dashing out of the building, getting in her home, fulfilling almost every request she sent without even looking at her messages, it had almost wholly satisfied what few senses remained. He probably was quite handsome, then…

Oh you’re wearing the shirt I tried to put you in last night. It looks good on you.

Karen squirmed in her seat, hoping her collar light wasn’t blinking any faster in lieu of a blush. He had seen more of her than she had let anyone but Eva in… months. Speaking of which, the carer scooted her chair back and Karen’s breasts fell off the lip of the—

She distinctively felt her nipples clip the edge of the stone. They were rock hard. They had been tenting her shirt the whole time! He had been making fun of her and Eva was covering the evidence of her distractions. That fucking adolescent, where did he get off??

“It’s cold in here! Breakfast. Now. I don’t have time for this.”

The distinctive click of her esophageal hatch opening cut through the imagined chuckles her two employees were undoubtedly having at her expense, but that was soothed by a warm slurry getting poured down her throat, slowly but steadily. The little taste she gathered didn’t seem egg-like, but that didn’t say much. Regardless, it was pleasant. Gradually she felt more and more full, breathing steadily out of the other port’s filter as she “ate”, imagining swallowing so her body would accept the chunky stream of foodstuffs.

Fergus held her shoulder, right on the faded scars, the place where sensations collided and her arm ceased to be. His hand was steady. Was she just imagining their heckling? They weren’t texting. Oh, Karen hated second-guessing herself like this!

“Eva, can you go draw a bath? If I’m going to be late, I want to make it count.”

Yes Ms Clyne. Eva patted her shoulder to indicate she was leaving.

Karen ‘nodded’ her neck forward, the trained cue to feed more, and Fergus followed suit, pouring more in, shifting his hand to hold the base of her neck steady, firm.. It tasted better on a second helping, but still whatever receptors remained didn’t quite taste the eggs. She twisted her chest side to side to say “no more”, suddenly aware of how such a simple gesture of refusal agitated her breasts without proper support. It wasn’t good to eat too much before a bath, and she didn’t need much these days, anyways.

“You’ve got some nerve taking over my morning like this.”

You asked me to stay the night.

“Is it still dark out, Fergus? Please do let me know. Silly me can’t really tell these days.”

Didn’t you say something about sweet and cuddly texts?

“You filled that prescription last night. Now it’s expired.”

I’ll have to visit the doctor’s again soon, then.

Karen barely stifled a chuckle. He was being far too corny for how early it was. “Get out of my house Fergus. If you’re at work after me I’ll have you replaced.”

Karen’s assistant and lover brought his warm lips to the crook of her neck, or what was left of it, just where she had asked him to last night, kissing, exploring, enjoying her skin, and she felt the familiar tightness grow warm against the pressure of her seat. He reached below the countertop and gently pinched one of her still-firm nips, making her emit a harsh gasp out of her neck.

This was… too much! His hands cradled her waist below the security strap firmly, confidently, his kiss hot and all-encompassing across her reduced surface area. Karen’s furnace lit anew and so did her frustration. At this rate, she wouldn’t be able to concentrate in the slightest all day!

Just when she was about to shrug him off as violently as a limbless torso could, his touch left her, vanishing back into the emptiness around her.

Yes ma’am.

She was alone again before she could even imagine the door closing, isolated in her own home, the moisture of his kiss now too cool in the empty air. Collecting herself, Karen called for Eva to get her ready for the day.

“And put on a pot of coffee already.”

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