December 28

December 28 

"On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave herself.... four brand new arms." 

That morning I woke up first, which, given how the night unfolded, wasn't altogether surprising. Things started simply enough, with me eating out one of Emily's pussy while fingering the other one. But after the first pair of oral orgasms, one per cunt, Emily announced it was time to step up the game, and, three ass cheeks in the air, crawled under her bed to pull out a box stuffed with sex toys. Two vibrating dildos later and Emily spent the rest of the evening with both her pussies stuffed with either my cock or six and a half inches of excitable plastic. Which meant my beloved spent the evening being rocked up a relentless chain of screaming orgasms from both her vaginas. So it made some sense that she was still asleep. 

I thought it would be nice to cook her breakfast, so I crept down to her kitchen to whip up some pancakes. It wasn't too hard to track down some flour and the other dry ingredients, but when I opened the fridge and rummaged for some milk and eggs I found a cardboard carton filled with unusual looking bottles. Most of them looked a little like keifer-yogurt bottles, except made out of aluminum, and with hand written labels. There were 7 bottles in the carton labeled 4-12 and a cursory examination of the kitchen showed bottles 1-2-3 empty and lined up next to the sink. These, I deduced, were the bottles containing Emily's transformation drugs. There were also two other containers in the carton, slender aluminum vials, labeled simply "R" and "P". I wondered what those letters stood for... 

Anyway, I found the wet ingredients and made the batter, and just when I poured the first lumps of pancake into the skillet, Emily stumbled into the kitchen sleepily, still not used to her tripod gait. 

"Coffee..." she rasped, her voice hoarse from shouting the night before. I dutifully handed her a mug and glass of orange juice for her poor vocal cords. She grunted thanks and curled up with her beverages while I finished cooking. 

I plopped the plate with our stack of pancakes in the middle of table and sat down across the table from a wryly grinning Emily. "If I had known growing a second pussy would get me breakfast cooked by a naked man, I'd have done this months ago." I stuck my tongue out at Emily who smiled wider before tucking into her pancakes like a starving man. I started eating mine, pleased at how well my surprise breakfast when I felt something touching my cock under the table. I nearly fell out of my chair and Emily started laughing. And then I felt another a second something touch me, and another. I realized that Emily was rubbing me with her three feet. She saw me realize what was going on and beamed "I bet you've never gotten a foot job with three feet before!" 

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After that very memorable breakfast Emily gave me a kiss on the cheek, opened the "4" labelled bottle, drink it, and retreat to her bedroom to transform. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen (dishes and otherwise) and took a trip to the local grocer to stock up for the next few days. When I got back to the townhouse, Emily still wasn't ready to I snagged a leftover beer and curled up on the couch with one of the books I got as a Christmas gift. 

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I noticed it was evening and Emily was shouting instructions for me from upstairs. She wanted me to grab a kitchen towel and make myself a blindfold. I laughed and agreed, tying the towel over my face and promising not to peak. She all but ran down the stairs (implying she had her normal allotment of legs), and dragged me stumbling after her up to the bedroom. 

She pulled off my clothes, with downright surprising efficiency, and shoved me onto the bed before climbing on top of my and straddling my chest. She fidgeted on top of me, rubbing her hot cunt on me as she did something I couldn't see. Until suddenly she reached out, grabbed both my wrists and, somehow while still holding my arms steady, slapped some sort of restraints on each arm. I tried to move my arms and realized she had tied me to the bed. With a whoop she snatched off my blindfold and struck a pose. 

Emily this time was standing at the foot of the bed wearing only a santa hat and caressing her beautiful body with all six of her gorgeous arms. 

She stood on tiptoes and spread her six arms out. "You like?" 

"Yeah! But, uh, why six?"

"Well, it's the fourth day of Christmas... so I gave myself four new arms! So because math!" 

"Okay... and the restraints?" I tugged on my chains for emphasis. 

"Because I want you to watch..." And with that Emily began to caress herself again, running her six hands down her sides, over her stomach, along the outside of her thighs. She took a half step forward and sucked on the fingers of one her six hands, while another two hands groped her tits. Meanwhile she ran another hand through her hair, and scraped the fingers of her last two hands over her lower stomach and the smooth skin of her crotch. She dragged the hands from her breasts down torso and towards her crotch, while another pair of hands moved to her breasts, and her last two grabbed her ass. She slid a pair of hands to her crotch and stroked her labia, while her other four hands squeezed her tits making her moan. She sucked on another pair of fingers, and slipped them inside herself while grabbing her face with another hand. Her other four hands kept stroking her labia and pinched her nipples. 

My cock was rock hard, standing in front of me as I helplessly watched. Emily grinned evilly at me and turned her back to me. She bent forward, and spread her legs, using two of her hands to spread her labia obscenely at me. She was still cupping her breasts with one pair of arms and slid another hand down between her legs to stoke her clit. Finally reached back with her last free hand, over and around her ass, and started to slide three fingers in and out of herself. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, and panting and mewling, drove herself to orgasm to my captive audience. 

Taking a moment to compose herself, she slowly walked over to me, arms swinging sinuously around her. She climbed onto the foot of the bed and using an eight limbed crawl, climbed my prone body until her face was inches from my aching, erect cock. Smiling at me lowered her mouth onto my glans and stroked it with her tongue. I squirmed happily and felt a hand wrap around my cock while another pair of hands cupped my balls. Another pair of hands wrapped themselves around my ass and squeezed as Emily started to slowly, so slowly suck on my cock and slide her mouth up and down on my cock. I could only squirm and pull on my bound arms. She picked up speed, mouth sliding faster as her hands stroked my cock faster, teased my balls and squeezed my ass. I started to pant as I started to get close. I felt one of the hands on my ass squirm a little and a finger slide into my asshole and push down on my prostrate and suddenly I was coming in Emily's mouth. 

Emily looked up at me, using a pair of hands to sweep her hair out of her face and another to wipe some of my cum off her chin. 

"How long until you think you're ready to go again?"

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