Min brought her hand up to her face and flexed her fingers one at a time. She simply couldn’t believe it.

“Am I dreaming?” She asked her boyfriend, eyes wide open.

“Does it matter?” Kelsey gave the remote in his hand a little shake and slapped her gently with it.

“Ow!” She pondered for a second. “Do it again, then. Do my whole arm.”

She spoke louder than she had intended to, guiding her boyfriend’s hand towards her. The device, which looked just like a regular TV remote, whirred and buzzed against her arm, a few centimeters below her shoulder. In the span of a few seconds, the flesh of her arm melted away like a deflating balloon, losing all sense of shape and form, and her skin shriveled like a dead leaf before disintegrating into a fine dust. She gasped and reached over to her new stump with her remaining hand.

“That’s absolutely insane!” She studied her atrophied limb like a kid poking a dead fish, with a mix of morbid curiosity and fear. “Look at that!!” She lifted her arm to emphasize her surprise, her shrugged shoulder responsible for half of the width of her movement. “It’s so short now!”

“Is it too short?”

She brandished her left arm. “Again!”

“I’ll take that as a no…” Another buzz, another cut. As quickly as the first time around, her arm vanished from existence, leaving behind a rounded nub. Kelsey couldn’t help but feel flutters in his stomach looking at Min’s unrestrained glee. “Hot damn you’re cute.”

“You really think so?” She cocked her head and pushed her shoulders forwards, lips pursed. She looked at her shoulders and cackled. “I guess I can’t join my hands on my lap anymore.” She unfolded her legs from beneath her and stood up, oscillating slightly. Her armless shoulders jerked backwards.

“Harder to balance without arms I would guess?” He jumped on his feet and pushed her off balance, immediately catching her like a professional dancer right as she plummeted to the ground. Her right leg jerked upwards instinctively to act as a counterweight. She frowned.

“Take off my legs too.”

“You’re serious?”

“Listen, I am having a LOT of fun.” She shrugged, the skin on her collarbones stretching thin.

He helped her on the floor and grabbed the remote again, unsure where she wanted him to cut. She rolled her shoulders backwards, pushing the remote until it rested against her inner thigh, almost up to her hip. She nodded. Pressed against her skin, the device buzzed her leg off the surface of the earth, leaving behind a stump as short as her arms’. She set her remaining foot on the floor, thinking. Then, she brought it close to her chest and leaned forward. After a controlled fall onto her thigh, she stretched her leg behind her and laid flat on her stomach. As ready as ever, Min hurried her boyfriend to work with a flick of the head. Needing no more encouragement than this, Kelsey promptly erased his girlfriend’s last remaining limb. Like a final test regarding the new state of her body, Min waggled her stumps around.

Kelsey gasped. "Oh yeah, do it again. Worm like you’re totally helpless."

Min laughed. "Like this?" She flailed her arms at her sides, unable to reach the ground or her own face. "I really am helpless, Kel. I don't have to pretend anymore."

"Do you like it?"

"The question is: Do you like it?"

"Not sure, we'll have to ask him." He lowered his gaze to the tent that had formed in his pants.

She smiled and bit her lip. "That makes two of us then." She squirmed on the tiled floor, kicking back with her legs, grunting. "I wonder if I can stand up on my own."

"Here, I bet these will help you."

Clicking the remote once again, Min's small breasts started expanding, pushing her upwards with each passing second, and didn't stop until they had reached an impressive double D size.

"That's… different." She now laid in an angle on her enormous breasts, almost as big as a pillow. "Did you make my ass bigger, too?" She asked, chuckling, looking back.

Her boyfriend shrugged. "I thought you might need the added padding for balance."

She squirmed, snaking her shoulders to the sides, her thickened bum wiggling like an echo of her movement. Again, she stretched her arms wanting to push herself off the floor but they were simply too short. They could only reach her breasts, and even only their sides, before ending abruptly in scarless stumps. She giggled.

"What's so funny?" Kelsey asked with a mischievous look.

"I can't touch myself looking like this, you're going to have to do everything yourself." She rocked her hips against the floor to entice him, enjoying the contact of her genitals against it through her panties. "Ohh this feels…" She spread what little legs she had in splits without any effort and started again, pushing her hips down on the floor, her clitoris pressed against a seam between the tiles. “Well maybe not after all..” She closed her eyes, both relishing the feeling and frustrated at the hard work she had to put in. “I’ll try to stand up again.”

Min’s breasts were so big now that she could barely reach the floor, even when using her head. By the time her forehead could touch the ground, she had buried her face deep within her cleavage. She tensed her abdominal muscles and inched her hips closer to her head, arching her back towards the ceiling, before trying to walk forwards with her stumped legs. The result was frankly more than disappointing. She could feel her legs move, or at least what little they did, as her muscles pulled on the atrophied bones, and as they rotated deep within her thighs. However, the latter had become so plump that they simply rolled forward and back without actually making any progress, like pizza dough under a rolling pin. She let go of her effort, falling back on her stomach, her breasts having not even left the ground. She motorboated herself when releasing her breath.

She looked up at her boyfriend, the erection in his pants even more visible than before, and he stared right back, determined not to offer his help, examining how she reacted to her transformation. She almost felt like standing on a platform, propped up on her chest like she was, with no way to move or reach the ground below her. Her breasts weren’t usually of any concern to her, small as they were. She had only to put on a bra and forget about them. But like this, they couldn’t be ignored. She felt her body protest as she laid on top of them with no way of relieving them of her own weight. She bent backwards and felt gravity pulling them down, keeping them firmly on the floor. She wished only for Kelsey to reach down and do something with them…

As if swimming, she flailed her nubs around exaggeratedly, grunting and panting, her entire body swaying from side to side. She had managed to free her legs from beneath her, which meant they now laid in their entire length beyond her ass, elongating her body by a few centimeters at most. Her arms were now limp at her sides. She found that by twisting her torso and flinging her head, she could sway herself from left to right rather easily. If anything could be considered easy, that is. Biting her lip once more, she swung herself once, twice, and again a few more times until she had built enough momentum. Then, in a final effort, she propelled her torso to her right and ‘fell’ on her side, slowly rolling sideways, maintained securely in position by the weight of her breasts.

Having them no longer compressed felt good, although she was less in control of her body lying like this. While she could brush her right arm against the floor, her legs now wiggled in the air with no grasp on their surroundings, although her hips were more mobile than when she was on her stomach. Pushing them towards the floor and twisting her torso, she finished her 180° turn and fell flat on her back, long streaks of black hair strewn across her face. She smudged her arms across her neck trying to push them away but leaving most of the mess still misplaced.

Slightly out of breath, she lifted her thighs and started rubbing them together, somehow finding another way of pleasuring herself. As they chaffed and moved, they rolled her labias together and tugged on her clitoris. Not exactly the perfect situation, she thought, but a consolation prize nonetheless.

"This is gonna take forever." She could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter but there was a limit to what she could accomplish. "Care to give me a hand, Kel?"

"Give you a hand?" He laughed. "No, you stay limbless for now. But I can lend you one of mine if you don't mind."

Towering over her, he placed his hands over her nubbed shoulders and nailed her down, pressing their lips together even through the chaos of her hair. "That's better. No need for ropes or complicated knots this time around."

She squirmed beneath his impossible grasp and, noticing the fire that roared at the back of his mind, smiled contentedly. Sex with her boyfriend was amazing, most of the time, but what she adored was how to pull every single one of his strings to make him go mad about her. This one she knew all too well and she was stuck in a particularly good predicament to pluck it like never before.

She grunted, as she knew he liked, and arched her back against his weight to no avail. He would normally either cuff her hands to the bed's headboard, or hold them both with one hand and use the other to masturbate her or himself, so she wasn’t completely new to the feeling of being restrained. Although she usually had limbs to tie down…

She tried to clench her fists, bend her elbows, punch him in the gut, grab his chin and force it towards her, picturing herself knocking him down, putting a knee on his throat while she fingered herself above his face. But the muscles in her stumps fluttered, the actions lost where they could not happen anymore. Her thighs kicked the air restlessly, their length rendering all of her movements worthless, unable to reach his groin or push herself up to his lips. She struggled, recalling the strength of her biceps, the slenderness of her legs, all the while being utterly helpless.

He left her field of view to remove his pants and she kept squirming for him, metaphorically tied up. It really made no difference at this point to be held down or not. Not with the stumps he had left her with, anyway. No matter how hard she thrashed, she simply stayed put, swiping the floor with her head and upper torso. She knew that his mind must've been running at a million miles a minute and loved to be the one to let him achieve it. She breathed in deep, fighting against the weight of the breasts he had granted her, and craned her neck.

She knew now that getting up on her own was impossible, and she couldn't possibly imagine trying to stay upright either with no limbs to help with her balance. But she had to fail it for him.

“I need help to get up, I can’t do it by myself.” She stretched her shoulders as far as she could but it felt like straining against a straight jacket. Her arms were so short that lifting them forwards barely made any difference. “Grab my arms.”

Only able to fit two fingers in her armpits, he tugged her into a precarious sitting position, letting go of one of her stumps to feel her breast. They now filled what was an oversized white top a few minutes ago. “Can I let go?” He teased her.

“No! Please!” Her left armlet swung wildly at her side, trying to correct her position. “Ahhh!”

“Eep! Got you…” Closing in on her, he pressed his naked groin against hers, still shielded by her panties, and put a securing hand on her lower back. He stared at her featureless stumps. “It’s as if you had been born this way.”

“What are you talking about?” She bit her lower lip and pushed her breasts together as hard as her reach allowed her, which barely made any difference on her rack. “I’ve always been a quad amputee.” He grabbed breasts and stumps to burrow her face in her cleavage, breathing in her natural aroma, kissing his way back up and underneath her top to find an erect nipple. She sighed and moaned. “My caretaker never agrees to do that…”

She ached to run a hand through his hair and take hold of him. That’s the first thing that came to mind every time he tied her up. But again : But when he did, she had control over her limbs. When she strained, the ropes would tighten and whine, and chafe against her skin until it burned… But not today. She felt her right arm inch upwards at the side of her breast bluntly, brushing against her jawline, and she hunched her shoulders to bring it closer to her mouth. She felt her own warm breath on the skin of her stump, a novelty for her, and pursed her lips to kiss it but it remained out of reach. A moment later, Kelsey’s lips met with it like she had hoped, cementing the absence of her arm in her mind. Instead of skewering his brain, her flesh gave way, slightly limp, supple under his love. She pressed her legs together just as he sneaked his dick between them.

“Can you carry me to the bed now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He flicked her panties down her legs without effort and let them crumple on the floor, a few inches from where they stretched a moment ago. She rubbed her thighs again and felt her wetness spread out from her lips, exacerbated by her boyfriend's voice in her ear. She stretched her right arm to reach her clit and scoffed when it didn’t, still thinking like an able-bodied woman. Kelsey lowered his gaze and teasingly rolled a finger against it, but only once. Min gasped loudly, rolling her hips, biting her lip. Hands in her pits, he lifted her like a rag doll, as if she was nothing more than a weighted cushion and she felt like flying. He sat her at the end of the bed, propped in an angle against two pillows stacked on top of each other. She squirmed before him, both teasingly and trying to fix the sheets at her hips, still adjusting to her new body. She was trying to flatten a fold by her right thigh but her range of motion was so ridiculously short that lifting and turning her limb had almost no effect when looked at from the outside.

By the time she looked back up, Kelsey had started masturbating, ogling Min down from head to hips, noticing the desperate attempt she made to pleasure herself. She breathed hard, both annoyed at her infirmity and aroused by Kelsey’s authority over her. She licked her lips, hungry for her boyfriend’s manhood, wishing only to have a taste of it, to be rewarded for all the hardship she had been put through. She had enjoyed every second of it, there was no questioning that fact, but the tension that was building inside her body and between her legs was reaching near unbearable levels. Rocking her hips from side to side, she could only tickle herself, limblessly inept, offering nothing to quench her thirst. Adding insult to injury, Kelsey stepped forward to kneel on the bed in front of her, making sure to keep his dick a few inches away from her face.

Tongue out, neck stretched, she felt she could almost taste it. She crunched forward and clamped her lips around her target while her body continued forward and fell uncontrollably against her boyfriend. She deepthroated him against her will and repressed a gag, sighing loudly, twisting her tongue, enjoying her meal. Eyes closed, focused on her task, she felt Kelsey’s hands run across her skin, feeling her ass, her breasts, rotating her body until their bare skin touched and his tongue was buried deep between her thighs. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets and she spread out her legs, or at least ordered them to, hoping that they would. Both hands on her cheeks, Kelsey pressed her clitoris against his tongue and suckled on it rhythmically, slowly at first but then faster, then slowly again, attentive to Min’s breathing and quivers as he devoured her pussy.

The couple’s focus wavered in turn as one or the other took the lead. Before long, Min’s neck was burning, drops of sweat beaded from her forehead and burned her eyes, while Kelsey’s tongue had gone numb. His licks and flicks, while precise at first, were now thrown out like bullets out of a machine gun ; as fast as he could while maintaining contact with his target, which conveniently sat directly onto his face. He pushed up her hips for a moment to catch his breath and wiped his face, the short stumps of her legs overflowing from his palms. He stared at her genitals, drenched in both of their fluids, until Min’s motion stopped. He tipped her away from her center of gravity until she rolled off, landing softly on the sheets, panting.

“What now?” Kelsey propped himself with an elbow to look at her, her face obscured by her breasts. “I can’t exactly finish myself off, can I?”

“Oh, but I’m not done.”

His voice was tainted with devilish desire. One hand on her neck and the other pushing two fingers inside her, he slid her to where she had been before their impromptu turnaround, but kept her on her back this time. He fingered her as fast as he could, thumbing her clit all the while their tongue twisted together, sharing each other's tastes with their respective owners, and squeezed the stump of her arm between his fingers like he would with her bonded wrist, keeping it from moving as easily as if it had been an inanimate object. Min moaned and squealed under his hands, rocking her hips as hard as she physically could, reaching forward with arms that no longer could. He smeared the wetness of his fingers across her breasts and secured his knees at her sides, staring down at her engorged vulva, unobstructed, inviting, before spreading the ridiculous legs he had left her with.

She shrugged her shoulders so high, so hard, stretched her stumps so far out in search of a limb that he thought her skin was about to tear. She arched her back as he penetrated her, smoothly sliding in until their hips met and her pelvic muscles tightened against his dick. Even without limbs, she still managed to find ways to pleasure him, using her abdominal muscles to worm her body against his, squirming tenaciously as if her life depended on it. Her arms traced puny arcs in the sheets around her shoulders like the world's smallest snow angel, the scarless, smooth, rounded stumps begging for an anchor point. Kelsey grabbed them both and thrusted himself deeper still, shaking Min's body with every hit, and watched her with content as her eyes revulsed.

They climaxed together. Min, who had been moaning, grunting, wheezing and squealing her way through their little adventure, had fallen completely silent, her mouth wide open, like transfixed. Tears rolled down her temples. Her arms trembled. Heat and bliss intertwined in her body like strands of hair in a french braid, filling her insides with indescribable sensations, as if her nervous system had short circuited. She started breathing again and the warmth of her own breath burned her throat like a gust of wind rising from an erupting volcano.

Head resting against her oversized breasts, Kelsey turned his attention back to her left arm and let his fingers wander on the stub, where the rest of her limb had been deleted. He saw its muscles twitch and wondered what movement she was trying to accomplish. As he reached for the remote, Min clicked her tongue loudly.

“What do you think you're doing?” She craned her neck to poke his nose.

“Don't you want your limbs back?” He cupped her arms gently, as if holding her hands.

She pursed her lips exaggeratedly, looking up at a corner of the ceiling. “Not yet.” She squirmed under him, pushing her head into the mattress to reposition her shoulders. “You'll have to take care of me, I can't do much by myself you know that.”

“Oh, I'll take care of you. Dont you worry about it.” He sneaked a finger down to her labias and pushed their lips together.