December 29

December 29 

"On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave herself.... a fiiiive breasted riiiinnngg." 

The next morning I woke up with two of Emily's arms draped across my chest. I really had to pee, but didn't want to disturb her resting up for her next change. Gingerly, I lifted her arms and rolled her onto her back so I could scootch out of bed. She shifted and snored, but didn't wake up. I was free! 

After returning from the bathroom, I had an idea. On an impulse I lifted one of her left arms, which was completely limp, and waved it back and forth, and when Emily didn't wake, I slipped it into one of the vacated arm bindings from the night before and locked it in. I circled the bed and carefully repeated the process with one of her right arms. Emily was now strapped to the bed, but four of her arms were still free, which I felt wasn't good enough for what I had planned. 

Surveying the room, I saw Emily's box of sexy toys, which conveniently contained two pairs of hand cuffs, some rope, and another pair of manacles matching the set Emily's hands were already in. Just what I needed. Returning to the bed, I thought about the best way to restrain my eight limbed girlfriend. I was worried that the handcuffs, despite their fuzzy liners, would be suspiciously cold, and might wake Emily up, so the first thing I did was slip them under the covers to warm up. I then took the two manacles and tied the free end of each to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Then, carefully, I moved each of her feet down to the corners of the bed and tied them to the bedposts with the manacles. Emily was now tied, spread eagle to the bed, but there was still the matter of her four free hands. These arms presented the biggest problem. The most straightforward solution would be two handcuff the arms in pairs behind her back. But she was sleeping on her back, and I didn't think I could pull that maneuver off no matter how deeply she was asleep. It took a couple minutes, but I came up with a plan. First as quietly as I could, I handcuffed her second and third left arm to each other at the wrist. Then I circled the bed, and repeated the procedure with second and third right arm. I then tied the handcuff chain on her left arms to the end of the rope I'd found, ran the rope under the bed, tied it to the handcuffs chain on her right arms, drawing it tight enough to limit motion. Then I took the left over rope and tied it off to the bed post. It certainly wasn't artistic bondage, but Emily was now tied to the bed spread eagled, with her extra arms tied down to the mattress. 

I thought about crawling on top of Emily, and waking her up by attacking her pussy, but decided that might be traumatic since I had tied her down while she was sleep. So instead I went and made myself coffee, came back to a still sleeping Emily and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to wake up. It really didn't take long, probably because she could smell the coffee. 

"Mmm... someone made me coffee in...Hey! I'm all tied up! You didn't!" 

"Haha, I did!" 

"I gave myself extra arms and you decided to truss me up!?"

"Yep!" I agreed as I set my coffee down and swung myself onto the bed. "Now you're extra helpless!" I said as I slid a hand over her stomach and positioned myself over her swelling pussy.

 "Mmmm" Emily purred as she struggled against her bonds. I placed my lips centimetres from hers. "I wonder how long I can make this last?" 

***

It turns out I could make it last for a while! 

After finally permitting my restrained lover to orgasm, I untied her, ordered us some pizzas, which Emily ate six slices at a time, and then read a book while Emily disappeared into her room to undergo her next transformation. It was an act of discipline not to masturbate while I waited. 

Emily finally came bounding into the room wearing her trademark Santa hat and tights and showing off her latest change. On her chest, arranged in a circle, was a ring of five massive breasts. The top two sat on her chest about where her smaller original tits would have, the next two sat a little below and outside those, and the fifth breast sat right in the middle above where her navel would be. Seeing me she raised her hands behind her head and stretched, pushing out her unusual rack. "What do you think? Do you like my 'five breasted ring'?" 

I stared and got to my feet, my cock stiffening in my pants. "Easy there tiger, we are going out!" 

"What? Like that?" 

"Yeah. Look, this change isn't so obvious and I'm feeling cooped up. And, after that stunt you pulled this morning... I feel like having some fun with you first. Now, just let me get dressed, and we can take my car. Gonna do some five-titted driving. 

***

We started with a nice dinner. In a loose, cableknit dress and tights outfit, Emily's additions weren't particularly obvious. I knew they were there though, and could just imagine the generous wreath of braless tit flesh bulging under her dress. I'm sure I spent the entire meal staring at her chest, but Emily never once reminded me where her eyes were. 

Instead of going home, our next stop was the local skating rink. Emily pulled off her sweater dress, revealing that she was wearing a blue, skintight spandex unitard and yoga pants under her dress, a choice that clearly outline her five breasted chest. As I stuttered in protest she grabbed her skates from the trunk, took my hand and dragged me to the ticket counter, her tits wobbling visibly with every step. The ticket vender's eyes were like saucers when we arrived at the kiosk. 

Emily smiled and gushed "They're for a movie!" 

The middle aged woman seemed relieved to hear this. "So they aren't real?" 

"Of course not!" Emily hung her chest forward and shook it, sending her five breasts wobbling in a way that I thought revealed her lie. "But I'll tell 'Wardrobe' that you thought so!" 

The woman laughed, but still looked skeptical. Emily leaned forward conspiratorially, her breasts hanging below her, "I'm a background skater in the film, and I need to be able to figure skate in this prosthesis, so I thought I'd take it for a test drive. I hope that's okay?" She batted her eyes and tried to look innocent. The ticket vendor was apparently convinced since she sold us two passes and a rental ticket for me. 

Emily had been a competitive figure skater as a teenager and had taught figure skating lessons all through college for spending money so when we took to the ice she was beautiful. We started doing some circuits of the public skate, me mostly trying not to fall over, and Emily, I think, trying to get used to the sway and heft of her unencumbered five breasts. The cold air quickly made her five nipples stand on end and tent her tight top. 

Initially the other skaters smiled at the site of us, a young couple holding hands, me clearly struggling a bit. But these quickly morphed to double takes and stares when people noticed Emily's unusual chest. Some people were actively frowning. Emily, for her part seemed to be reveling in the attention, pushing her chest out, even waggling it at the most disapproving faces. Eventually, when most of the rink was staring at her Emily made a break for open ice and launched herself into a slachow, and then a double axel leap, her breast swaying wildly with the motion. She landed a little unevenly, I guess failing to account for the momentum of her chest, but laughed in delight anyway. She pulled a quick turn, stopped dramatically, and tucked herself into a tight spin, her five breasts distending with the motion. She sped up, and went from her squatting position, to a standing one, her arms above her head before launching into a quick circuit to build up speed for another large leap that ended with her spinning on one foot while her torso was parallel to the ice, five breasts hanging heavily below her. 

I looked around, the rink at this point was an equal split between disapproval and quiet applause. And all of a sudden I almost fell over as I was blindsided by Emily who all but tackled me, kissing me hard in the mouth and pressing her five tits against me. I kissed her back, idly aware that she was propelling the two of us to the door to get off the ice. We hit the edge of the boards, I tripped onto my backside and she landed on top of me, laughing, with her vinyl covered breasts in my face. She pulled me to my feet and then dragged me, still in our skates, to the wheelchair accessible bathroom, kicked the door closed and locked, and peeled her unitard from her torso exposing her breasts. 

"You know, I haven't had sex at a skating rink since college."

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