He flicked her nipple to get her attention back.
“Oww!!” Jenevelle frowned and bent forward, trying and failing to shield herself. “That hurts!”
Jayden pointed at the menu above their heads. “We've been in line for, like, ten minutes! Choose already!”
Having barely reached the side of her breast, she let her arms rest at her sides instead, craning her neck to get a closer look at her choices. “Ummm, vanilla please.”
“She'll have it in a bowl, too.” Jayden added while she clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
He reached for her right hand and lifted it as high as it could bend under the confused look of the clerk. Her arm stopped at a meager 30° angle with her chest.
She squeaked. “Stop it!!”
She chuckled and clenched her small first, her three misaligned fingers overlapping each other like the crooked limbs of a tree. Struggling to break free of his grasp, she pulled back hard on the controls of her wheelchair with the toes of her right foot. It skidded back, almost running over the customer behind her.
“Oh God, I'm so sorry! Sorry, sorry!!” Toying at the commands again, she pivoted imprecisely to face them for a proper apology and bumped into Jayden instead. “Shit, sorry!”
She leaned forwards and lifted her left arm this time, which was even shorter than its twin. If it had the size and girth of a normal limb near her shoulder, it tapered abruptly into a rounded stump with a single finger. It bent on itself, like looking for an anchor point.
The younger couple in line behind Jenevelle and Jayden, two girls in their late thirties, looked down at her, unable to hide their surprise. Aware of this little quiproquo, Jenevelle wagged her arms even wider to drag their awkwardness through the mud.
“Yeahhhh, um, don't mind them, okay?” She brought her arms to her face, only reaching as far as her cheeks. “Jayden!?!”
“Okayyy that's enough..” Jayden took the handles of the wheelchair and pivoted her away by force. “She gets really excited when we get out of the house.”
“Stop talking about me like I'm a dog…” Moments later, she cooed like a toddler at the sight of her ice cream. “Ouuuh!!! Gimme gimme!”
With both arms extended, she looked ridiculously inept. Her grubby fingers wiggled on her stumpy arms, about as mobile as frozen gummy worms. She shrugged and hunched over to grab onto her bowl, only able to hold it by the tips of her fingers even with her arms joined above her impressive rack. Luckily for her, she hadn't put on a bra today, and gravity had pushed her breasts down and out of her way.
As Jayden was paying for their snack, Jenevelle had brought her knee up to help support her bowl of ice cream. She craned her neck and stuck out her tongue to take a lick and smiled, happy. She felt people staring as they walked by but didn't care much.
“See? Just like a dog.” Her boyfriend said, mocking her.
A smile curled at her lips. “Heyyy!”
She frowned jokingly, resting her foot on the leather seat of her wheelchair, now practically sitting in the fetal position. The left side of her hips, where her leg had failed to develop, had sagged lower than its counterpart so much so that she was now lopsided. The small foot that had grown on it was tensed instinctively, although of very little use.
Scorched by the midday July sun, they found their way towards a set of Adirondack chairs facing the mountainside. While she couldn't hike for more than a few hundred meters without help, she still liked to sit and watch others get at it. It was her guilty pleasure, like old people that sit on their porch to watch cars drive by.
After Jayden had parked her chair, she secured her grasp on her bowl and stood up slowly on her single leg before rotating and transferring to the Adirondack chair. Somewhere along the way, her fingers had slipped on the melting ice cream and the bowl had toppled against her chest. Bringing her knee up again, she turned the ice cream side up and folded herself in two to set her bowl on a stainless table just in reach of her seat.
Jenevelle looked down at her chest, smeared with her melting snack. “Jay, could you fetch me some napkins?”
“*BZZT!!* That's the third time today you asked for something without saying please.”
“Oh, come on Jayden!” She flapped her arms at her sides like penguin flippers. “It's a thousand degrees outside, and it's only a few steps away for you!”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” He lifted his index finger like a reprimanding teacher. “And you know the rules! You can't ask a stranger for help, either.”
“Argggg I HATE it when you do that.”
He side eyed her. “No you don't.”
She lowered her head and looked at him through her bangs. “Enjoy the view, asshole.”
She got up and looked back at the concession hut. About 20 to 30 hops, maybe? She thought about it, evaluating her options, although she already knew she wasn't gonna use her wheelchair. If she did, Jayden would never let her hear the end of it. She had to hop down to the hut by herself under the eye of all the other customers. Well isn't that embarrassing, she told herself, grinning internally.
The first jump gave her confirmation that it wasn't going to be an easy task. The uneven terrain and the wooden mulch that spanned the forest path felt like a waiting death trap. Like there was an invisible piece of Lego for her to jump onto. She dug her toes into the mulch, planning.
Another hop, one or two feet ahead, and another one, and another one, each feeling more precarious than the other. She stopped for a moment to regain her balance and waited for her tits to calm down. Without any support, they had started bouncing around in counterpoint to her movements, like trying to demonstrate the forces of gravity on a hanging mass. They strained her lower back and tugged painfully at her chest, onto which the ice cream had started to cake. Jenevelle simply hoped that her sleeveless sundress would be able to contain such monsters…
“Where are your arms??”
A kid, probably around 10 years old, was staring up at her disrespectfully. He was torn between ogling her hanging breasts or the small discrepancies that could barely be called arms.
Jenevelle lifted them and hoped once more towards him. “They've been shrinking ever since I started masturbating. I know I should stop, but I can't help myself, really.
Too horrified to say a word, he ran back to his mom, who stared back at Jenevelle with incomprehension. The latter shrugged and turned her attention back to her target, the ice cream stand.
She hopped again and a few other times in a row, finding somewhat of a rhythm in the offbeat of her bouncing tits. The slight breeze bent her sundress in interesting places, getting it caught between her thigh and the unformed remnants of her left leg, digging between her cheeks, putting her ass on amazing display. It too bounced and jiggled with every hop, much to the pleasure of Jayden, who stared at it from only a few feet away still.
Had she had arms, she would've reached down to tug it out of her crack easily. With the ones she had, however, the process was a lot more laborious. She would've had to stretch her right arm back to grab a fold of fabric and tug on it, before adjusting her grasp and tugging again, and then again inch by inch, until the dress loosened at her ass. But there was no way she was doing that outside in front of all these people. She by far preferred to pretend there was nothing she could do about it. How helpless it made her look…
Arriving at the service window, she stood and waited for a clerk to notice her. The people in line couldn't believe what they were seeing. A barefoot chick in a sundress with ice cream smeared across her chest, big hanging breasts, balancing on a single leg, with arms like underdeveloped chicken nuggets that wiggled at her sides. By a lucky gust of wind, the hem of her dress flipped upside down to expose her left foot, which she desperately stretched out to showcase it as much as possible. The bystanders had seen her hop around the path with her only leg, and therefore knew she had the determination and ability to be by herself, or at least for a little bit. But what was she here to do? That was the question on their minds.
“Hi, excuse me?” She chirped at the clerk. She lifted her left arm, the one with only one finger, and waved it as wide as she physically could. “Sorry!”
“I’m sorry, Miss, you’re gonna have to queue behind the other…” The clerk began before choking on his words, almost doing the same with his saliva.
“I made a bit of a mess of myself, do you have some napkins? Or wet ones perhaps?”
The young'un could not help staring down her cleavage, where the melted ice cream had dripped between her breasts. Absolutely dumbfounded, he mumbled in his stubble. “S-s-s-sure, here, take some…”
Just as he was about to comply with her demand, a young mom beside her stepped up. “Wet ones I can do! Here, let me get a few out for you…”
Fishing a pack out of her diaper bag, she quickly pulled out 3 cloths and offered them to Jenevelle. The latter hopped two other times towards her and, twisting her torso to make it face left, extended her shriveled arm. The woman fit the wet ones between Jenevelle’s fingers and she secured them by clenching her tiny fist. Unable to distance it from her torso, the cloths pressed against her dress and quickly moistened the fabric, creating somewhat of a pit stain.
“Thank you so much!”
She tilted her head, almost bowing, before twisting her hips to begin her trip back. She almost fell twice in that single movement and had to make a side hop to rectify her balance. Her arms flailed about, comically short, and the wet ones flew out of her hand and into the dirt. In the corner of her eyes, Jayden laughed and covered his mouth, attentive to her struggles. Inside her head, her determination cracked ever so slightly.
Another guy stepped out of the queue to pick up the wipes and hand them back to her again. He looked around, wondering why no one was helping a woman with such an important disability, and gathered his courage.
“Do you need help, Miss? I know it's not my place to judge, but you look like you could use a…” He bit her lip.
“A hand?!” Jenevelle lifted both arms toward him, her phocomelia ridden limbs restrained in their movements, her crooked fingers wiggling. “I've got those, don't worry. Plus, it's good for my cardio. Thank you.”
Putting her arms away at her sides again, she started making her way back, with even more eyes glued to her than before, the wipes whipping the air around her hand as she jumped and jumped again. Her dress had creeped up even higher in her butt crack and her upper thigh was now showing, dangerously close to exposing her panties. She stopped for a second and leaned to the side, like trying to reach down to her hips, but failed miserably. To an outside observer, it really seemed like she was trying (and failing) to adjust her appearance. She and Jayden knew, however, that the more desperate and helpless she looked, the better it made her feel. She scoffed loudly but smiled and continued on.
“What took you so long?!” Jayden said, faking exasperation. He gestured at his ice cream cone, already halfway gone. “I was starting to worry!”
“Ha, ha, ha.” Jenevelle leaned forwards and kissed his lips, her body impressively balanced at this angle. She swatted at him with the wipes. “That's for laughing when I almost fell.”
“Laughing at you? Nooooo, never. I was watching some memes on my phone.”
“Of course.” She pivoted on her only leg and presented her ass to him. “Can you help me? My dress has been stuck between my memes for a while now.”
He put his hand on her knee and slowly slid it up her thigh, where it would normally squished with another one, and underneath the hem of her dress. He cupped his hand and felt the rounded buttocks, closing his eyes, as if tasting the best meal he'd ever eaten. He pushed two fingers between her cheeks and dislodged the fabric of the dress and it fell around her naturally again.
She hopped two last times back in front of her chair and let herself fall into it, the reverberation of her fall jiggling into all the nooks and crannies of her body.
“Thank you, Jay.”
He smiled, content. “You have no idea how welcome you are.”