“It should be right around the corner. 17.”

At the wheel of his white 2006 Toyota Corolla, Tristan was racking his brains. Of course he was glad that his girlfriend had arranged a special birthday weekend for them. But something at the back of his mind was tickling, warning him to expect something bigger. Unexpected.

Lexi, or Alex as he called her, sat to his right, controlling the Spotify playlist as well as the GPS. She held her phone in a precarious grip between her arms, two congenital stumps that ended before her inexistent elbows.

“11, 13, 15…”

“Look, T! That's the one!”

Setting her phone aside, Alex excitedly pointed at the cabin, looking back and forth between it and her boyfriend. As she stood up on her seat to get a better view, Tristan stole a look at her ass, tight in a pair of white jeans shorts. Inches long thighs poked out from them, sagging in the car seat.

“Woah woah are you crazy? Standing up in a moving car! Sit down!”

She sneered at him. “Very funny.”

“I'm serious!” He slid his hand beneath her rump to tickle her through the denim. “Or I might…”

“Please, please okay I'm sitting, see?” She let herself fall back onto his hand, to his obvious satisfaction and faked anxiety. “That was your plan all along was it?”

“80% of the time it works every time.” He winked at her and leaned in for a kiss.

“T, the road!”

He swerved on purpose. “Calm down, I got this. What's the worst that could happen? We're already 4 limbs down.”

She smirked and looked at him through her eyebrows. “I hate you.”

“No you don't.” Reaching for another kiss, he slammed the breaks and caught Alex just as she was flying towards the glove box, hand on her breast. “Oops.”

She clicked her tongue and bit her lip, openly vulnerable to his charm. She let her arm wander on his. “You have to be nice if you want to know what your surprise is.”

“I don't have to if I just stay patient.”

“How come you always get the upper hand?”

“Because I have two.”

She tried to slap him, but her right arm missed her mark. He caught it as she swiped again and dropped a kiss on the stump, pressing it against his face, taking a deep breath. She looked at him with half closed eyes.

“You're such a weirdo.”

“Weirdo yourself.” He blindly reached for her left arm. “You agreed to this.”

He pulled up to the wooden cabin, 17 Durand way. Visibly old, but well cared for. “I stand by what I said though. We should’ve kept looking for one with a single floor. You're going to have to help u… me all weekend.”

“Has that ever been a problem?” He parked the car and kissed her again. Come on. Let's unpack.

–

“Thanks, T.” She craned her neck, asking for a kiss.

“You are most…” He indulged her. “...welcome. Are you sure you're okay?”

She sat on a high stool, with legs so short they didn't even hang off the edge. Too short to rest on the table in front of her, her arms laid at her sides. “Don't worry about me.” She looked past him and raised a stump. “Someone's coming.”

There was a knock at the door. While Tristan frowned,Alex smiled, throwing her chin towards the door.

Tristan kissed her on the cheek and walked up to the front door where a silhouette was waiting bag in hand. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey! Nice to meet you. I'm Tristan.”

“Hey Tristan, nice to meet you too. I'm Tracy. Would you mind holding this for me?” She dumped a duffle bag full of clothes into his arms and walked past him towards Alex. “Lexiiii! Long time no see!”

Sporting an obvious but calculated limp, Tracy dashed through the kitchen sporting a silver prosthetic leg that fitted on her right thigh, the socket hidden underneath her spandex shorts. She knelt with difficulty under Tristan’s watchful eye, whose train of thought was soon derailed by a tap on the back.

“So this is the birthday boy, huh?” He turned around to a sassy brunette in a black crop top and skinny jeans. Tristan immediately clocked the handless left forearm, hooked under its owner's handbag straps, pointed at attention towards the ceiling. “You’ll have plenty of time with it, honey. Don’t get too antsy.”

She winked and walked past him to join the other two girls. His eyes kept darting in-between them and their missing parts like focus points on a classic painting. He shook himself awake and groggily carried a few bags in one of the bedrooms before looping around to her girlfriend.

“Alex, what is this all about?”

“I told you I had a big surprise, didn't I?” She bit her lower lip, clearly proud of herself.

“Pillow, this is…” He put his hand on her thigh, caressing it absently.

“I invited a bunch of my old gals from the Missing Parts.” She gestured at the living room. “I get to hang out with my friends and you get…” Tristan's gaze drifted to the front door as the bell rang again. He followed Tracy's rolling hips shamelessly. “More than your money's worth.”

“...incredible.” The words barely made it past his lips.

She pressed her thighs together to keep his hand in a feeble trap, letting the emotions swell in her chest. She pushed down on the armrests and Tristan instinctively slipped his hand beneath her rump to hold her up, freeing her arms in the process. She took his face between her arms and kissed him :

“Happy birthday, my love.”

Hands over her stumps, he sighed loudly. “Honestly, I don’t know what to say…”

“How about thank you?” Tristan turned around. It was the sbe brunette.

Tracy walked up to confront her. “Give him a break, Dahlia. We just got here, let him get his bearings back.” She turned to him again. “Don’t worry about her. She's not mad, that's just how she is.”

“Thanks… Stacy, was it?”

“Tracy,” she corrected. “Tracy, tripod, three limbs! Easy to remember!”

She held up three of the four fingers on her right hand, all of which ended before their time. Tristan felt himself flush and she winked. I'm dreaming, he thought.

“And thanks to you too… Dahlia is it?”

She had already walked away and was shuffling through the grocery bags he had brought in, clinking bottles and rustling papers. She secured a bottle of wine with the elbow nook of her handless arm and pressed it against her as she looked for a corkscrew, indifferent to Tristan's words. Alex shrugged.

—

“Oof, that's better.” Tracy's prosthetic leg thumped to the floor, soon followed by the liners that covered her stump. She rolled her shorts and chaffed her leg, reddened by both heat and sweat. “You guys have no idea how uncomfortable that gets after an entire day.”

“Ann’s coming tonight, did you forget? You're not the only one who wears prosthetics.” Dahlia took a swig out of her glass and flashed her stumped forearm. “It’s just that I didn't bring mine tonight, that's all.”

“Doesn't that prove my point even more?” She looked at Tristan intently. “I didn't even bring a crutch for the weekend..”

She took a slow sip from her Bloody Mary, allowing him a good look at her other hand, somehow more deformed than her right. It clefted in two at the base of her palm, permanently frozen in the shape of a ‘V’. Two fingers with only one phalanx each throned at their end, angled towards each other.

“I've tried some on my legs, but between help to put them on, help if I fall down, and help to remove them…” Alex looked up at her boyfriend, sitting next to her. He smiled lovingly and put his arm around her shoulders. “I'm fine without ‘em.”

“Of course you are, you landed yourself a devotee. He'd kiss the ground where you sit if you asked him.”

“Well…” Alex rolled her shoulders and flicked her tongue twice in her cheek. “He kisses me when I sit on his lips, does that count?”

Tracy snickered, almost spitting out her wine. “Wasn't your ex a devotee, Dahl?”

“He was. Was an asshole, too. Didn't even want to fuck me, all he wanted was stump jobs. Fucking lunatic.” She rested her stump on her lap and swirled her wine, lost in thoughts. “How is this sexual in any way?” She set down her glass and reached for her stump, pinching the flesh at its end. “Tits and ass I get, but that?”

“Don't kinkshame, D. Nobody fucking knows.” Alex added. “There's no explaining these things.”

“Are you still conscious, Tristan?” Tracy leaned over her legless side to look at him, smiling wide. Her hip sunk deep into her seat, emphasizing her almost complete lack of limb. She folded her complete leg and tucked it under her stump. “He’s having the time of his life I bet.”

“More like my boner is killing me.” He muttered under his breath.

Alex’ eyes lit up. “He said that..”

Tristan unceremoniously pressed a hand to Alex’ lips to silence her. Arms slapping at his grip, arching her back, she tried to free herself to no avail. She stuck her tongue between her lips to lick his palm and cackled when he pulled it away, disgusted. He wiped it on her thighs.

“No fair!” She pouted exaggeratedly, bringing her stumps together on her chest in a gesture that hoped to mimic crossed arms. “His dick hurts from being hard for so long.”

She kicked with all her might, hopping a few inches away from him and blurted out his words with a voice filled with cheeky laughter. Tristan's cheeks turned bright red, avoiding eye contact with the other girls just as the doorbell rang again. Taking it as a sign, he went and opened the door himself.

“Hey…” His voice failed him as he took time to analyze who stood in front of him. “You are…”

“Exhausted! Thank God I'm finally here!” She hopped through the doorway and propped her right hip on the kitchen counter, fighting against her breath. Tristan clocked her modest yet perky breasts tightened behind a sports bra. “Brianna had to get something at the liquor store so she pushed me out of the car and drove off with my wheelchair! I've been hopping for like 10 minutes straight!” She craned her neck down and reached for her face with her right arm, barely able to push a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Want me to help you to a chair or..”

“Here is fiiine..” She took a deep breath and looked at Tristan with intent for the first time. “You must be Lexi's boyfriend! Nice to meet you, I'm Ann.”

Dahlia's voice came through from the other room. “Don't make him cum yet, Ann!”

“Don't listen to her.” She gestured with one of her few fingers. “Come closer.”

While Tristan aimed for a kiss on the cheek, Ann purposefully kissed him on the lips. Taken aback at first, he quickly put his inhibitions aside and let his impulses take over. He pulled her closer and pressed himself against her breasts right as she pushed her tongue between his lips. He returned the favor confidently.

He let his hand wander to feel her right arm and his erection bounced up again. Short, phocomelic. Her humerus was shorter than his own middle finger, and her forearm hadn’t developed much, either. It bent on itself so much that its two sole fingers pointed towards her back like feathers on a bird’s wings. He felt them close around his grasp and shivered.

“Nice to meet you?” Tristan managed to articulate, their mouths still tangled together.

“Indeed it is.”

Ann smiled and offered her left arm, or what little there was of it. Contrary to Alex's, it was as if a hand had grown directly attached to her shoulder. The three fingers that sprouted out of it were themselves considerably shortened yet well kept, sporting delicate sky blue nail polish. She rotated it forward and pushed her shoulder in the same direction, allowing Tristan to shake it up and down, before letting it hang at her side naturally.

“These are from illegal nauti-nausea medication”, she explained as she took back her hand and lifted her arms upwards, “and this is amniotic band syndrome.” Her right leg came into view. Her left thigh was thicc, with well defined muscles, which contrasted heavily against the right’s as it stopped midway towards the knee, like it had been cut off. “You've now met the hottest triple amp you'll ever see in your life.”

Tracy cleared her throat exaggeratedly. “I heard that.”

“Do you really think…” Foot back on the floor, she hopped out of the kitchen to argue with her friend. “...your bullshit hands put us in the same category?” Tristan followed her ass intently as it bounced along with her jumps. “I'm the only true triple amputee around here.”

“If we want to get truly technical we're all congenitals, so none of us were ever actually amputated.” Tracy pointed out, holding out her most complete hand.

“Really? The amputee semantics again?” Ann shouted in a faked offended voice.

“Oh look at me, I'm a triple, I'm so helpless, please take care of me!” Dahlia snuck behind her to grab Ann's breast with her stump, squeezing it in the nook of her elbow. “Would someone please touch my cunt for me.”

“That's all I'm asking, baby!” She pushed her ass against Dahlia's groin, improvising a twerk to the best of her capabilities. The latter grabbed her friend's short leg to push the hip against her, sneaking her hand inside Ann’s Lycra shorts.

Tristan looked back at Alex, who sat quietly at the far left of the couch, her mouth stretched into a loving grin. He walked up and kneeled before her.

“I heard a bunch of wet noises in the kitchen.” She set her stumps on his cheeks and booped his nose with hers. “Did you guys get in each other's business?”

He laughed awkwardly, not sure if he should be proud, thankful, or ashamed. “Ann… is a good kisser.”

“You're walking on eggshells there, buddy.” She bit her lip before tasting his. “Careful not to make favorites, amputees come with a lot of self esteem issues. These things go wrong very easily.”

“You seem to forget how intimately I know you, now.” He caught an arm and ran his finger along its length. “I only have one favorite.”

“And who might that be?” She met his hand with her other stump and bit her lip again.

He pulled her to the edge of the couch and lifted her up, holding her like she weighed nothing at all. Arms at the sides of his neck, legs hanging limp below her, he swayed slowly from side to side, dancing to a silent ballad. She loved when he did that. She said it made her feel complete.

Lost in his thoughts, Tristan carried them upstairs in a room at random and kicked back the door, finding a lazy boy as the only available spot.

He sat again, Alex now on his lap, and positioned her on top of the erection that poked from within his boxers. Arm stumps on his shoulders, she craned her neck to kiss him lavishly, all the while grinding her hips to the best of her capabilities. Her legs pointed outwards, the muscles in her short thighs working hard to push her up and down. Her left one in hand, he ran his thumb back and forth on the stump, pressing it deep within her flesh, breathing deep, again wondering what he did to deserve such a perfect woman.

He sneaked his junk out of his pants and pushed Alex's shorts off her hips, pressing their genitals together through the thin cotton of her panties. He slid a hand beneath it to feel her mound’s week-old stubble and let the tip of a finger wander between her labias, appreciating her heat and moisture. She let out a long controlled sigh.

“Come on, T. I want you inside me.” She spoke between kisses just the way he liked, making the decision and putting her in control of the situation.

“Are you wet enough?” He moved his middle finger towards him until he felt her clitoris and she shuddered. “Putting some more in just in case,” he whispered in her ear, pressing against it in rhythm, “like the choke on a lawnmower.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Tristan..” She moaned softly and kissed the soft patch of skin behind his ear.

“Yes, my little pillow.”

She tensed her leg to stand as high as she could, but still needed Tristan's help to push her panties aside and align herself on his dick. Her eyes revulsed when he penetrated her and he slid all the way in on the first thrust. She sat on it without moving for a full minute, focusing her attention on the second heartbeat she could now feel inside her.

Before she could react, he had unclasped and removed her bra. He stared at her erect nipples showing through her shirt, as if expecting the fabric to become see through.

Alex needed help to stay sitting in this position, especially on a rocking lazy boy. He put both hands on her hips and started grinding his groin against hers. Head thrown back, she reached up to her neck and sighed, dragging down her stumps alongside her body. She curled her shoulders forwards and pushed up her breasts, slowly letting them slide out of her grasp. She grinded in return, the tiny muscles of her legs unable to translate her movements properly, and soon felt Tristan's hand move to her lower back. His gentle pushes were more than enough to fulfill her intentions, although mostly encouraging her movements rather than doing all the work himself.

Her arms met at her right breast to play with her nipple, pinching it between the stump of her left and the bicep of her right. She licked the latter and smothered her breast it in, biting her lip, as always finding a clever solution to her limbless predicament. He relieved her of her task and pressed her breast in the palm of his hand, getting rewarded with a long sigh as he squeezed it tighter and tighter.

The sounds of conversation grew louder as the door squealed open and neither Tristan nor Alex made any efforts to cover themselves. It was Ann.

“I was wondering where you guys had run away to.” Crooked arm against the wall, she hopped to the bed and unceremoniously pushed Tristan's bags to the floor with her stumped leg. She laid on her back and propped herself up, burying what little arms she had in the thickness of the quilt. “Hey Lex.”

The latter dropped a loud kiss on her boyfriend's lips before answering. “Can't you see I'm busy?”

“Come and get busy over here, will ya?”

Tristan stood up wearing his girlfriend like a sleeve and set her down on the bed beside Ann, who wormed her way towards Alex. Ann flipped on her stomach, not without effort, and the girls started making out upside down like a scene straight out of a Spiderman movie. Trying hard not to come too early, Tristan stopped rocking his hips and found Alex's clit again, gently teasing it with his thumb. He grabbed a raised thigh with his other hand and admired the show ahead of him.

Alex's arms were looking for an anchor on her friend, prodding at her neck, and were finally grabbed by Ann's fingers at her left shoulder. They curled around her stump like the tentacles of a brainless sea slug and Tristan thrusted once just to tear it out of its grasp. Ann then made her way down to Alex's side without separating their lips and teased her breast with her other arm, pinching the nipple betweenj two fingers.

“Flip me over.”

Ushered in a low voice, these words sent shivers down Tristan's body. Warm, erotic, consensual, delicate. Grabbing her hips firmly, he rotated her 180° and felt her guts do the same around his cock. They moaned in unison. Stumps digging in the quilt on the bed, she stood on all fours like an animal, her face close to the bed. She ordered inaudibly to Ann and they both giggled. Soon enough, Ann's pink panties were in full view as she dragged her groin inches away toward her friend's face using her only limb.

Alex stepped out of Tristan's reach, leaving behind a trail of her own goop. She removed Ann's surprising tear away skirt and bit down on the bright pink underwear before waddling backwards, straining her neck to pull them off one inch at a time. As they slid off her bottom and hung on her leg, Alex buried her face in her friend's genitals and pressed her tongue against her clit. Ann’s toes curled up against the bed and she arched her back, pushing her left shoulder down, somehow managing to sneak under her sports bra and toy with her breast with a thumbless hand. She raised the right one to her face and, through great effort, slipped a finger between her lips.

Tristan walked around the bed and threw the bra over Ann’s head and almost came again simply by staring at her naked body. The deformed arms besides her breasts twitching along with Alex’s licks seemed even more useless than his girlfriend's stumps. She motioned him closer and, as he sat on the bed, wrapped her left hand around his dick and swallowed it. The view was almost comical. Her arm was in full extension, yet it only reached at far as her own cheek, her shoulder tensed forwards, her neck craned. Tristan grabbed the hand and held it firmly in place, hoping to relieve some of her efforts, and pressed the other one against her breast.

Alex at Ann’s pussy, Ann at Tristan’s cock. He stretched out his hand and started rubbing his girlfriend’s clit to complete the circle. As she moaned, she stopped stimulating Ann’s genitals, who’s mind in turn cleared for a few seconds and allowed her to double down on the manhood inside her mouth, which threw Tristan off balance from the hard work he was doing to his own girlfriend. The throuple swayed like this, asynchronous, dazed, exchanging fluids from mouth to groin to mouth and to mouth again, mixing, licking.

Exhausted, Ann left her arms lay still at her sides, not long enough to allow them to even hang off her shoulders. Alex’s forces faltered in turn. Her shoulders lost their vigor and slumped down, forcing her to roll away from her friend’s lips. They looked at each other in silence for a minute, slightly out of breath.

Alex flipped on her stomach and pushed herself in a sitting position, sticking her stumps in her top to push it up and finally expose her breasts. Still using her arms, she started toying ineptly with her nipples, making deliberate eye contact with her friend. Visibly interested in the situation, Ann rose to her knee and limped towards her limbless friend, her body jerking to the right every time she walked on her truncated right leg. Then, sitting back on her foot, she patiently waited until Alex had waddled within her reach, leaning in to accept a nipple in her mouth. Alex sighed and threw her head back, pushing against Ann to keep her balance, arms running in her friend's hair. Before long, they switched roles, organically transitioning from one position to the other. Alex massaged the quilt as she rubbed her thighs together, hard at work to keep herself stimulated as much as she could. She dove between Ann's breasts and stumped them together against her cheeks before sticking out her tongue and swallowing another nipple. Ann sighed in turn, clenching a phocomelic fist around a stray lock of Alex’s hair and tugging her sideways out of her rack.

Taking the lead once more, Ann knocked her friend down with a kiss, their embrace unbroken by the fall. Bringing her knee forward to Alex’s side, she lifted her body and flipped her hair out of the way before attacking her target again, sticking her tongue deep into her friend’s mouth. Like a turtle stuck on her back, Alex retaliated as well as she could, running her stumps where her short range allowed, finding the side of Ann’s breasts, who in turn held on to the middle of Alex's arms. Left to his own devices, Tristan had helped himself and sat back, enjoying the show.

And how delighted he was when he saw the door inch open once more to let in a new participant, a face Tristan did not recognize from downstairs. He guessed it must've been Brianna, Ann’s ride. She snuck her head in, filling the gap with silver tipped dark hair that cascaded down her back to tickle her kidneys. A soft, velvety voice escaped from her lips.

“Happy birthday dear Tristan…” She smiled and crinkled her nose before pushing through using her chest, which extended far beyond the reach of her shoulders. Tristan stood up, determined to make a good impression despite the naked bodies scattered across the bed. “Happy birthday to you…”

She pushed towards him a pair of shoulders completely devoid of arms. Strong, wide, they extended sideways slightly where her ribcage and collarbone met into a flat patch of skin, which Tristan started fondling without needing any instructions. He found them to be more supple than firm, and was pleasantly surprised to feel them move around under his grasp. As they kissed, he let his hands wander on her exposed back and up her neck to untie what secured her top and tore it off her skin like a banana peel. Underneath was a forest green déshabillé that left little to the imagination. Floral patterns covered her navel and lower belly before disappearing into her jean shorts, while revealing sets of ribbons held her voluptuous breasts in place as best as they could. The whole thing culminated in delicate bows tied between her breasts and at her waist, which she definitely couldn’t have done herself.

She stepped back for a moment and encouraged him to look, even twirling to allow him a peek at her bum. “Go on. You know I need help.” She tiptoed to touch his nose using a shoulder, which brought them very close together again. She stood taller than him.

He dropped her jeans and marveled at the rest of her body. Tristan loved his girlfriend’s stumps, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy a well sculpted feminine figure, which is exactly what Brianna’s body was. Flat stomach, strong legs, and a sense of flow in her movements that Alex could never achieve as a quadruple amputee. She obviously works out, he thought. She craned her neck down, exaggerating her ineptness, like trying to reach her breasts. She sighed and swung her head to the side to fix a strand of hair.

“Too bad I can’t reach them… Girls?” Alex and Ann paused, turning towards their friend. “Come on, it’s time for a little present.”

All three girls grinned. Ann kissed Alex again before sitting back on her foot and rotating towards them. Alex followed her usual sequence, twisting her hips to the side to flip on her stomach before arching her back and anchoring her arms in the mattress to push herself back up. Brianna pushed Tristan towards the bed, again using her chest, and motionned him to lay down. She climbed on the bed, the only one able to do it on two knees, and he noticed her exposed genitals through a slit in her lingerie. Alex had waddled all the way to his right while Ann was patiently waiting at his left, her panties still hanging on her leg. He looked at all three, taking in all the missing limbs he was witnessing at once. He had never felt so aroused in his entire life.

Before long, A’s were kissing again directly in front of Tristan, tongues twisting, stumps rubbing, and side boobs galore. He reached for the girls thighs and held onto them like a drunken sailor riding a ship through a storm, feeling the heat pulsing in their groin. He snuck a finger on their clit and they collapsed on each other, their smiling lips touching, halfway between a giggle and a moan.

Brianna danced above Tristan’s dick, which could only get so erect. She sighed heavily. “Fuck me, Tristan. You know I can’t touch myself without arms.”

“No, fuck me!” Ann replied, clenching her tiny fists at her sides. “Don’t you wanna help a poor triple amputee?”

“Want some of that quad pussy you like, my love?” Alex reached in for a kiss, poking his chest with her arm stumps

He embraced and flipped Alex on her back again. Hands on her stumps, he pinned them against the bed and watched her modest breasts jiggle as she squirmed and fought uselessly under him, her chest rising rapidly. God he loved when she did that. Brianna stepped up under Tristan's command and lowered herself on Alex's face. Her empty shoulders rose and tensed, like trying to tear through her skin, and her eyes revulsed in their socket. She bit her lower lip, putting on a knowing look at her companion, before arching her back. Before he could grab her breasts, Ann appeared at his side. To stabilize herself, a phocomelic hand met an armless shoulder and she craned her neck to reach her friend's breasts, teasing the pierced nipple with her tongue. The barbel clicked against Ann's teeth as she sucked on it, while he let his hand wander on Ann’s body, tickling his way down her stomach.

Lifting her short leg, she propped it on Alex's arm and spread her legs invitingly, letting Tristan moisten his fingers and play with her clitoris. She gasped loudly and her hand clutched at Brianna's shoulder as hard as it feebly could, almost falling over anyway. Brianna swooped in to kiss her friend, adding in to the flurry of never ending wet noises.

Tristan penetrated his girlfriend in one long, deliberate motion, shaking her breasts once more, and rocking the entirety of the tableau vivant that he and the girls were currently forming. Even from beneath Brianna’s hips, Alex's muffled groans could reach the other's ears, fueling their respective fires. Tristan was now left hypnotized by the rack ahead of him, each gravity-defying bounce better than the previous one, and the fact that her breasts were partially hidden by her déshabillé made it even more arousing for him. On top of it all, her armless shoulders moved aimlessly like a psychotic patient in a straightjacket, simply wishing to be free.

Without warning, Ann paddled forward with her stump and pushed Tristan over, landing with their lips inches from each other. She reached for his face with a crooked arm, clumsily stroking his cheek. They joined hands only for Tristan to manhandle her towards the side of the bed, struggling with awkward asymmetry of her body. He stepped down on the carpet and tugged her groin towards him, one leg in each hand. Her right was narrow, its muscles imperfect. He could feel it pushing against him yet easily kept it in check, making his way to her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. He took her doggy style, the stump of her short leg held firmly in his hand, her head on the mattress. Her arms aren’t strong enough to support her weight, he thought. They laid at her side like always, twitching occasionally.

“T, where did you go?” Brianna lifted herself off Alex for a minute, allowing the quad a brief plea. “What about your little pillow?” She pouted jokingly.

Brianna spoke next. “Does the pillow need help?”

She shrugged her left shoulder and craned her neck towards it to relieve an itch on her cheek. Tristan always loved watching DAEs shrug and poke at things with their armless shoulders. To him, it showcased how limited yet resourceful they were despite their difference.

She noticed his gaze and smiled. “Oh you like that, don't you Tristan?” It wasn't a question as much as an affirmation.

“Don't mind him. He made his choice.”

And he had front row seats for the next scene with his girlfriend as the main character. She quickly flipped on her stomach, standing on her stumps like an animal. Her face grazed against the quilt as she walked up to Brianna, stopping to look at her, tall like an insurmountable mountain. Alex sat and wagged her arms towards her friend, like she was expecting to be picked up. Instead, Brianna leveled herself with the quad, her breasts bouncing again in their deep green shackles. Alex shoved her face between them and pushed them together while Brianna did the splits, bringing her legs forwards and crossing them against Alex's back to bring them closer together.

There was something violently sexy about girls with stumps, Tristan always thought. The inability to get a firm grip, to gain the upper hand, those were things he loved about missing limbs. The different ways stumps had to adapt to interact with objects, how imprecise they looked, yet how resourceful people were with them. That's what he saw in the girls in front of him. Trapped between Brianna's legs, Alex ran her stumps across their bodies restlessly, her fingerless, handless arms surprisingly abled considering their state. She slipped a stump underneath a strap of the déshabillé and effortlessly pushed it off the shoulder before doing the same on the other side to free the melons. She pressed hers against Brianna's and they kissed again, Tristan almost forgetting he was currently having sex with another amputee. He looked down at Ann, smiling wide, eyes closed, pinching her nipple between two extended fingers. He reached down to stimulate her clitoris and her tiny fists clenched, losing their grasp on her breast. He looked up again, catching Alex on all fours biting down on Brianna's clothes. The latter laid back, allowing Alex to slide the déshabillé off her body, her stumps sliding against the quilt. One neck strain at a time, not unlike a dog tugging on her chew toy, she undressed Brianna.

She dropped her prize and licked her lips, prowling back to her target, climbing up on her to bury her face between her breasts. Brianna moaned softly and shrugged as she took a deep breath, hooking her legs across Alex's back. Their mounds met imprecisely, the quad’s grinding limited by the length of her legs. She adjusted herself to no avail before standing on her four stumps again and backing up, using the height of Brianna's thigh to roll on her back. She lifted a single leg stump in the air and squirmed hips and shoulders, beating the rhythm that would allow her body to inch closer to her friend. Brianna locked her feet behind Alex's neck and pressed their groins together, dictating the scissoring tempo. Lying on her side, eyes halfway closed, Tristan had rarely seen his girlfriend so entranced. He left Ann's side and helped himself to a kiss, grabbing a fistful of hair for good measure.

“Hey!! What about me?” Ann complained, inching back to him like a worm, plowing the bed with her face.

“Get a number, he's mine.” Alex muttered, her mouth busy with Tristan's tongue. She yelped loudly following another of Brianna's tugs. “Lick my breasts, T. Do all the things that I can't pleaaaase.”

“Well I didn't get any dick, yet.” Brianna pleaded.

Tristan turned to her with intensity, an idea blooming in his mind. He picked up his girlfriend without effort and sat her directly on Brianna's face, Alex's short thighs pressing the sides of her head. He penetrated Brianna without further ado, who moaned so loudly that it echoed in the corridor leading to the staircase. Her shoulders shrugged in response to meet Alex's thighs, her face hidden from view, although probably buried in Alex's lips. Tristan angled his girlfriend back and kissed her lavishly as he played with her breasts, holding her in a precarious position, all the while being taken care of from every possible angle. His wandering hand found an empty shoulder which he grasped firmly, feeling the stump and its weakmotion.

Caught in the middle of the action, Tristan didn't hear the door creak open once more, letting in the last two participants. They had already undressed, wearing nothing but their underwear, Dahlia's stump being squished by Tracy's four fingered hand. The latter hopped onto the bed with the help of her friend and made her way to Ann on her single knee, resting a V shaped hand against her cheek. Dahlia joined Tristan on the bed and played on his chest with her stump before whispering in his ear :

“There's cake… stand back.”

Tristan reluctantly detached himself from both his girlfriend and Brianna to sit back against the headrest. As Dahlia left the room, the girls before him moved like a storm at sea. Rocking hips, breasts being pushed and suckled on, shortened limbs wagging, prodding, bodies intertwined restlessly. Dahlia turned off the lights as she walked in holding the cake. The dancing flames of the candles lengthened everyone's shadows and as they began to sing, their attention turned back to him.

Tracy, the most abled one, reached him first and used her claw-like hand to grab his dick while the other found its way under her bra to stimulate her nipple. Ann and Brianna made their way towards him, squirming on their rumps, stopping halfway when Ann's hand landed on her friend's oversized breasts. The former bit her lip under the effort as her fingers played imprecisely on the latter's rack. Her small hand toyed at its side, reaching as far as she could, shoulders shrugged at their absolute limits.

As for Alex, she was left to her own devices, covered in sweat and fluids, both her own and those of others. She laid on her back, slightly out of breath, her four short limbs stretched out, like waiting to be rescued. Seeing that no one seemed eager to help, she twisted her torso to flip on her stomach, once again laying flat, but this time with her arms pointing at her boyfriend. She took some time to rest her muscles, sore from all the action, and stood up once again in the only way she could, perched on top of her limbs, her smooth stumps hidden away, sunken in the thickness of the quilt, her face inches away from the bed. She walked slowly, her gait deliberate, as if avoiding hidden mines, opposing limbs moving in sync, her back slightly arched due to her shorter legs, her ass lifted upwards following the curve of her body, her boobs swaying from side to side like the world's sexiest pendulums. His brain melted into goo when her arms reached his groin, pushing aside Tracy's hand, in a deliberate imprecision that he had known to long and love.

She climbed him like only she could, put her stumps on both sides of his neck, and anchored her rounded legs on his thighs. She caught her man's cock between her legs and rocked her hips in all ways possible until, after several unfruitful attempts, felt it brush against her labias. With calculated efforts, she released the tension in her muscles and slowly lowered herself, managing to let it inside of her. She smiled briefly, proud of herself, then sat back straight, trying to stay balanced by herself, and ran her arms across her face and through her hair before resting them on her breasts. She took a deep breath and sighed, more than comfortably being filled by her boyfriend. She leaned forward, resting against his chest, to whisper in his ear :

”Happy Birthday, my love.”

And only then did he finally cum.