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Kim
by Sydney Taylor

(At some party with the neighbors Sydney met Kim, the congenital Quad-amputee woman who lived near his own apartment, and they got to be lovers... )

Do you believe that a fantasy can come true? That the unimaginable becomes more than imagined, that it becomes a reality? That a dream goes beyond a dream until it is warm and beating under your hand? Well, I believe...
I have been living in this city for about eight years now, ever since I was offered this promotion at the West Coast division of my company. What does my company do? What do I do? Where is this city? Oh, none of those things matter in this story. These are only unimportant little details that pale in comparison to what happened in this city over the course of a few weeks.
When I first arrived, I was stunned by the spectacular contrast in the views from the window of the apartment that I rented on the third floor of a luxury condominium. I am from the East Coast, and though the scenery there is pretty in parts, it didn't have the wildness-tamed-by-man look that surrounds me here.
Now we all know that the term "luxury" condominium is a pretty loose term. Very loose. It was a simple six-story condominium in the North side of town, just where the suburbs begin. A crowded little parking area where you have to maneuver your car into your own designated space (no problem since I had recently bought one of the small BMW roadsters that you see occasionally on the highway.) In my apartment building everything is secured with locks and numbers, and the private lobby has two small elevators to transport you to your floor. The hallways are long and rather narrow, the rooms reasonably spacious with large windows. Now, yes, I told you the details don't matter... but let me share just a few, just some basics, so that you will understand how my fantasy of... her... became a reality. Be a little patient with me, please. I will never tire of reliving what happened over and over in my mind.
Though my new job was a good job, housing is very expensive in this city.
But when the manager of this apartment opened the door to this huge one room studio, I knew I had to have it... because of the view. It was a corner apartment with windows down two sides, not only down two sides, but the windows actually wrapped around the wall so that there was a panoramic view from East to West with no disturbing wall to break up the breathtaking vista of mountains, spectacular city skyline, and then the deep blue of the water of the Sound and another, softer range of mountains to the West. I had to have it. It wanted me, and I gave into that wanting. Sometimes we must give into powerful needs, don't you agree?...
The manager actually apologized for the lack of wall space and said that few people wanted this apartment because there were no walls to put furniture against, few walls to hang pictures upon. The apartment was cheaper because of these (to me) trivialities.
The next day found me already settled in my new third floor home with the postcard view.
Seven years passed in a flurry of work and getting to know my new home and surroundings. Yes, there were women. Several women. A man in my position meets beautiful and fascinating women every day. I brought them home with me, and no matter how reticent they may have been, the sight of a sunset view through my window made them yearn to still be there at sunrise. I have images, a collage, of these beautiful bodies in my mind... tall, model-like bodies with childlike breasts (Mia, the fashion designer); full-breasted and softly voluptuous (Maria, the Peruvian engineer); there were others, many others. But... somehow... never quite right. Something was missing... but what? What? I didn't know, couldn't quite understand why these women moved me only slightly and in a very temporary manner.
Then, one summer day, everything changed.
City life can be busy, and busy people can avoid getting to know each other. But in my apartment there was a long-standing tradition of "Who's On Third," where everyone who lives on the third floor makes the trek one block up the street for a noisy and festive dinner at Tricky Woo's Chinese restaurant. It was a helluva good time... talking to people that you hadn't done more than nod at over the year, seeing friends that you'd gotten to know and like, meeting the neighbors that you'd never even seen because your lifestyles and work schedules were so different.
It was at this year's "Who's On Third" that I saw Kim for the first, heart-stopping time.
My day had been hectic: Huge numbers of small fires to put out, with several large and complex ones thrown in for good measure. It was already eight o'clock when I left the office. At least the traffic had thinned out by then, and it only took a few minutes to make it back to my neighborhood and smoothly glide my midnight-blue roadster into a tight parking space. I left the top down it was such a gorgeous day. Half jogging uphill to Tricky Woo's, I entered to a chorus of "Hey, Sydney! Thought you weren't going to make it!" Everyone broke into cheers and applause, and I made a gracious and Shakespearean bow.
We rented out the entire restaurant every year, and it was a noisy and rambunctious crowd. The good-humored Wong family bustled back and forth bringing plate after plate of steaming dishes and pitchers of beer. I think they enjoyed this "Who's On Third" event as much as we did! There were only a few chairs unfilled, so I made my way to the nearest one and slid down between Diane Cain (the flight attendant who lives next door) and Giselle (a tattoo and piercing artist from Atlanta). After giving me a big hug,
Diane asked, "Sydney, have you met our newest neighbor?"
I turned in the direction she was nodding. And I was taken, smitten, attracted to, bowled over, drawn toward, magnetized, and nearly left gasping by what I saw before me.
Kim. Kim Martin. Her. Her. Suddenly the Chinese restaurant and the laughing voices of adults and children faded away. Only Kim was left before me as we gazed at each other for the first time.
She was a small person... at least her tanned arms and adorable face were slender and small. Her hair was honey colored, that same rich, golden color that you find in a jar of clover honey. The lights in the restaurant sent sparkles of highlights through her hair. It was of medium length, an inch or so below her shoulders, thick and straight.
Her lips weren't bloodless like on a lot of the Nordic women you see in this part of the country. Kim's lips were pink and pretty, and moist and without any artificial coloring to them, just beautifully natural. She suddenly broke into a smile at something Diane said (I never even heard what, I was so intent upon this vision before me), and my heart melted. It was a lovely and sweet smile that emphasized her pretty cheekbones and made her eyes light up and dance. Suddenly Kim bent her head and took a sip through the straw in her glass of beer. A straw in a glass of beer. I was taken aback... but then... I saw why...
She wore a lovely taupe sweater with capped sleeves. It was made out of some sort of thin cotton knit, and it clung to her body as she shifted slightly in her seat. Her collarbones stood out in sharp relief from the modest neckline, she was that slender. But not so slender that I could see the ribs at the top of her chest. I think slender women are beautiful, but anorexic the exact opposite.
She seemed to be in her early twenties.
Oh, God... the way her sweater was filled... those collarbones gave way to huge, full, swellings of flesh under her sweater, so full that they pressed against and disappeared under the edge of the table. Huge breasts, to some perhaps grotesquely so. But to me... I discretely slid my hand in my suit trousers to adjust the sudden firmness of my penis to a more comfortable position.
But... maybe some people wouldn't even notice her colossal breasts because of what was on either side. I now saw why she was using a straw to delicately sip the glass of draft beer in front of her. Her slender shoulders continued down into the tops of two very slender upper arms that... stopped. Suddenly and totally ended in two tanned stumps.
I shifted in my chair. I was even more aroused, suddenly and fully so, and damn glad of the huge white cloth napkin in my lap (Tricky Woo's wasn't one of those Styrofoam and paper-napkins kind of joints.)
Now you have to remember that all of my first impressions of Kim occurred in just a few, brief seconds. Like lightning making the view from a window stand out in sharp relief. It was that quick, that impressive. That miraculous.
The room suddenly reappeared to my stunned senses, and I began to join in the eating and drinking and conversing. But all the while each nerve ending was aware of the beautiful girl across the table from me.
She darted small, shy looks at me but didn't initiate any questions. Every now and again, her face parted into that incredibly sweet smile. I could see the eyes of the other men around the room gazing at her beautiful face but then shatter quietly into various degrees of pity or disinterest when they moved onto her stumps. Stupid, shortsighted fellows they were, with no eye for beauty in the unusual. I felt incredibly sorry for them.
After a while I noticed that she wasn't eating. While all of the rest of us had plates and platters abounding with dim sum, mu shu pork, and dozens of other savory dishes in front of us, she had only her glass of beer. Every now and again she took a sip from it. When she did this, her silky hair swung forward, and her breasts pressed against the table, swelling out to graze the beer glass.
The material of her sweater was elegant, finely woven. Because it was a lightweight cotton with thin ribbing, I could tell that she wore nothing underneath the sweater. It was just too smooth and form fitting. What I couldn't see (and desperately wanted to) was if her nipples were visible through her thin sweater. Her breasts sagged down below the table. I had a sudden erotic image of myself on my knees, moving stealthily under the tablecloth, searching for the tips of those huge tits as they hung down toward her thighs. My erection grew.
Diane leaned closer to me and whispered into my ear. Her perfume musky, and I liked it. But it made me wonder what fragrances Kim preferred. And how she dabbed the perfume on her lovely skin.
"Beautiful but sad, isn't she, Sydney?" Diane whispered into my ear. Her voice was a little unsteady, and as her hand suddenly caressed my thigh I realized that she was also a little drunk.
"I wonder what it must be like never to have sex," she continued, her mouth warm and a little wet against my ear. "I don't think I could live without it, Syd." Her hand with its long, red ceramic nails moved further across my lap, and I closed down over those greedy fingers just before they reached my very telling erection. Of course Diane would assume that I was aroused because of her. She would never understand that her made-up and rather artificial good-looks did absolutely nothing for me at all, while Kim's very special beauty sent me nearly into climax just by looking at her. Diane would never be able to comprehend the effect the sight of Kim's sagging breasts and short stumps had on me. I didn't understand completely myself! But I knew then that I had to get to know Kim, find out more about her... take her in my arms, slide my fingers up under her clothes to take the great bulky weight of her breasts into my hands.
Damn, this woman was persistent. Suddenly Diane moved her hand again and broke into a throaty laugh as her fingers gripped my hard dick. I saw Kim's eyes look toward Diane's laughing face as she dipped her painted mouth up to mine. I moved my head, and somehow tried to tell Kim with my eyes what I thought of this very drunk lady at my side. And how very much I would prefer to have her sweet lips against my cheek. But Kim's eyes wouldn't meet mine anymore.
The next time Mrs. Wong walked by, I saw Kim speak softly to her. Mrs. Wong patted Kim affectionately on her shoulder and moved off toward the kitchen. By this time, it was after ten, and all of the neighbors with kids had trundled back off to the apartment building to tuck their small-fry into bed. Left in Tricky Woo's were the partyers, growing louder by the minute.
Diane had gotten the point and was now dancing in the corner to a rather shrill Chinese pop tune with the medical student that lived in 305. I didn't doubt that they'd take their "dance" back to his apartment before long. His apartment was next to mine, and I thanked God for the solid walls that separated us. Though I have to admit that even with those solid sheets of wood and plaster that separate our apartments, he eventually had gotten his partners worked up enough that I could hear faint echoes of their passionate cries.
I looked away from the dancing couple.
Where was she? Kim had gone! Where was she? Nothing left across from me but the bustling Mrs. Wong clearing away the beer glass with its lonely white straw.
"Mrs. Wong, where did Kim go?"
Mrs. Wong had lived in the States for ten years, but her English was still heavily accented.
"She left, Seed-nee, just now. I gave her dinner in a bag to take home. She doesn't like to eat in front of anyone. Really makes me sad. You go and help her with that bag, okay, Seed-nee. I wanna make sure that food gets home okay, so she can have a nice dinner."
I was up out of my chair and out the door like a shot.
The door to the restaurant leads out onto a wide sidewalk that meanders to the left up the hill toward our apartment building about two blocks away. I could see my apartment windows from there. A light shone softly in the window (I had it set with an electrical timer).
About halfway up the hill, I saw a wheelchair moving smoothly up the semi-steep grade. Wheelchair? There was no one else on the street. Maybe she had jogged home, it was pretty late after all. I looked again at the wheelchair, and then broke into a jog myself.
I wasn't even sure it was her; in the street lamps, it's hard to tell someone's hair color. I was probably going to scare the hell out of whoever was in that chair if I didn't give them some warning that I was coming up behind them.
'Hey, you!' would have sounded pretty cold. So, I simply called her name. I wasn't even sure if it was her, but I didn't know what else to call out.
"Kim!"
The motorized wheelchair glided to a stop. My God, it was her in the chair. The curve of her beautiful cheek and sweet mouth confirmed that as she looked back over her shoulder toward me.
Why the wheelchair? Could she be?...
"Hi, Sydney! Partied out, too?" Her smile was so sweet, so pretty. And her voice matched this sweetness, soft and light. And she had remembered my name!
I loved how it sounded coming from her lips. I walked up so that I was standing beside her. I didn't want to glance down to see what was wrong with her legs; I didn't want to hurt her feelings or embarrass her, so I kept my eyes on her face.
"Yes, I'm really not much of a partyer. Are you, Kim?" Saying her name suddenly made me feel strangely joyful. I liked the feeling! Saying her name seemed to make her mine, even if just for a millisecond.
She shook her head sending hair swinging across her slender shoulders. In accord we began moving back up the hill to our apartment building. Our building! She practically lived with me! I laughed a little at myself. But she made me feel like a love-struck teenager... And she hadn't done anything but just be herself and smile at me one time or two. I was totally undone, without a doubt under this girl's spell.
Now, as we walked slowly back up the hill (her motorized chair took the grade with barely a change in speed, its low hum steady and powerful), I took the chance to glance down at her lap. I stumbled over my own feet. "Are you okay?" She grinned up at me, and I yanked my eyes from her lap area.
"Just a klutz I guess. Too much beer maybe."
She hadn't been wearing a sweater. The beautiful clinging fabric was actually a dress, a very short dress. And short, tanned thigh stumps peeked out from under the hem. Almost no stumps at all (this was a short dress, I'm telling you!) Just enough to give her a firm seat in her chair. She balanced erect and beautiful.
No, no brassiere. I was right. The view confirmed it. The sleek, form-fitting material pulled tightly across her breasts. They hung down far, so, so far. I could see where her slender hips dipped in toward a tiny waist, and the sagging glands hung completely down to her waist area.
My heart began to pound, and it was a good thing that we'd reached the apartment entrance and I could busy myself punching in the code for the door (but really using all my will to keep my knees from giving out on me).
Kim was everything, everything, that I found erotic and arousing.
The glass doors unlocked and swung open automatically, and we crossed the small lobby toward the elevators.
"How long have you lived here, Sydney?"
"About seven years now, Kim. What about you? Now don't tell me you have been here two years or I'll be embarrassed."
She laughed. "No, though I am a sort of invisible neighbor. I work from home, so I don't go out a lot. I just moved in last month. I'm in 315.
Which one is yours?"
We'd gotten to the third floor by then and headed down the first short hallway.
"Here." I pointed to 303.
"Then I guess it is goodnight."
"Not until I walk you home, beautiful lady," I said with a gallant bow and was rewarded with a radiant smile.
At her door we said all the meaningless good-byes of two people suddenly aware of each other in a very physical way. And she disappeared into her apartment.
* * *
All night long I thought about our meeting. How she looked across the table from me. How her stumps moved out from her body as she moved in her chair. How her huge breasts pressed against the table. Her lips pressed around the straw as she sipped from the glass. My first glimpse of her thigh stumps and the incredible breadth of those breasts of hers, hanging and swaying to her midriff.
I had to see her again. But how to ask for a date? She wasn't like anyone I'd ever met. Did I treat her the same, differently? Were there places she didn't feel comfortable going (like restaurants)? Or did she long to be treated like any other woman?
God, how she looked with her shining hair against her tanned shoulders, her body outlined with the sleek fabric of that clinging dress. That clinging dress... that clinging dress...
And then I knew a little more about my mysterious Kim. The dress that she had chosen to wear was sensual and revealing. And I knew then that Diane had been very, very wrong. Kim was a very sensual and sexual woman.
But... I wanted to know for sure...
I was awake at dawn. There was no way I was going to be able to go back to sleep. Dreams of Kim and her alluring body spun through my head, and when I woke up, it was with a rock-hard dick that demanded to be eased. Sliding my hand up and down my thick shaft, Kim spun through my thoughts erotically, and I came hard, long, and fast with her face, her huge saggy tits, and her struggling, limbless body before my closed eyes.
I didn't see Kim for another two weeks. My boss sent me back East on
business, and the second week I was working dawn-till-dusk on a project for
a new client. A little self-consciously I hung around the mailbox area in
the lobby of our apartment, pretending to read mail, sitting on the couch
there far longer than necessary, in hopes of getting a glimpse of her.
Finally it occurred to me that she probably came down during the middle of
the day to pick up her mail, or maybe the manager of the building brought
it up to her. She said she worked from home, so she didn't come out much...
Mail, food, what else did she come out for, I wondered. Surely she was
lonely up there all alone all of the time. Or was she used to it?
Just as I was beginning my third week of not seeing Kim, a buddy in the
apartment across from Kim's asked me if I'd feed his cats while he was on a
hiking trip up in Canada. I'd done it before; it was no big deal since cats
are pretty self-sufficient.
On the first day I "cat sat," I lingered quietly outside of her door before
I slipped the key in the lock to open Bart's apartment. From inside I could
hear some soft music, classical I thought, maybe a cello sonata. But no
other sounds at all. Why didn't I just knock and say hello? I had no idea,
but I just didn't seem to be able to make myself do this. Finally I went
into Bart's place to feed his two huge tabby cats. They were already far
too fat, these lazy cats, but I intended to make several trips a day to
this apartment over the next week just to improve my chances of meeting
Kim. Bart was gonna come back to some even fatter cats!
We had a heat wave the next day. This is very unusual here; usually this
part of the West coast doesn't get much more than about 70 degrees during
the day in the summertime and drops back down to a cool 50 at night. But,
suddenly it was over 80, with humidity close to 80%. Now the bad thing
about this city is that because of the cool climate, nobody has air
conditioning except the hospitals and office buildings and supermarkets.
Oh, yeah, and the movie theaters (this is where everyone ends up going to
get away from the heat when we do have a hot spell).
This heat wave saved the day. My day.
When I headed back up the hall to feed the fat-ass cats, I noticed that
Kim's door was wide open. The windows at either end of the hall had also
been opened, and now a nice breeze cooled down the heated interior of the
building. It looked as if Kim was trying to capture some of the breeze from
the hall.
As I slid the key into Bart's door, I glanced casually back over my
shoulder into Kim's place. She wasn't in sight.
Her apartment looked like it might be one of the efficiency-style places.
What I was looking into was one, large room. My immediate impression was
one of oriental simplicity and harmony. The bed was a large, square on the
floor, a true Japanese-style futon. There was no frame, just the fat
mattress against the carpet. It was covered with a red and black comforter
in some complicated oriental flower pattern. Though she could probably
slide from her chair onto a regular bed, she'd have to roll and struggle to
get into this low bed. I wanted to see her struggle. The bed was piled high
with pillows, and over the bed was a huge calligraphy picture. I wondered
what the Chinese character meant. A red robe, also of an oriental design,
lay across the foot of the bed. It opened in the front and I saw a sash
hanging loosely in it, and my heart skipped a beat as I imagined her
wriggling into that robe, her breasts swaying from side-to-side in slow
arcs. How in God's name did she tie the sash, I wondered.
To the left of the bed was a low Japanese table and some small, legless
chairs that sat right on the ground. A vase of flowers, half-wilted, stood
on the table. She liked flowers (I filed this away for future reference). I
could see her sitting here reading or maybe watching TV in the corner. The
simplicity of the room suited her gentle prettiness.
I knew there must be a kitchen area, but I couldn't see it from the
doorway. On the far right wall was a closed door with a light shining out
from underneath. I didn't see her wheelchair in the room, so she must be in
the restroom. On the near right wall was a regular computer-style desk with
no chair. It was scattered with papers and computer disks. Again I wondered
what she did. A white phone sat on the desk.
Suddenly I heard the door across the room begin to rattle, and not wanting
to be caught like a nosy neighbor lurking in her doorway, I hurriedly
slipped the key into Bart's door and went inside.
Yep, the cats were definitely plumper already. As I scooped the moist cat
dinner out into their bowl, I mulled over what I'd seen in Kim's apartment.
Almost everything was low to the ground, so evidently she didn't stay in
her wheelchair much. How did she get around the room? God, it must be a
terrible struggle for her, rolling or inching her body across the floor, an
arm stump extended to help her keep her balance. Would those huge breasts
hinder her? I wondered...
I filled up the other bowl with water and then prepared to head back to my
place.
Instead of pulling Bart's door open wide, I cracked it just enough to get a
clear view across the hallway. Yes! I had a clear view into Kim's
apartment. I just wanted to watch her for a minute or two; surely there
wasn't anything wrong with that. I wanted to understand her better.
She was sitting in front of her desk in her wheelchair looking down at
something on her computer screen. Her hair swung to the side as she looked
over at a book to her right, and then she turned back to the screen. She
was wearing a loose, sleeveless dress of some kind, white, made of a light,
gauzy sort of material. Her face was pink, and she looked uncomfortably
hot. Her neck looked warm and a little sweaty, and I pictured how a single
bead of the salty liquid would roll down her slender neck, onto her
collarbone, and then slide quietly and molten-like down between the cleft
of her breasts. I pictured myself following it as it made its way through
the huge mounds of soft flesh, and as it leaked out onto her flat belly,
taking the drop onto my tongue. It would taste of her in a special way, I
was sure of it.
She lifted the stump closest to me to rub it across the page of a book to
turn the page. As she did this, the loose armhole of the white top sagged
forward, and I could see the great, immense, white curve of her breasts. It
hung straight down toward her thighs. Still I couldn't see her nipples, but
I imagined them.
I pressed closer to the door, unconsciously rubbing my swollen dick against
the frame as I continued to watch her intently.
Suddenly she took what looked like a pencil between her pink lips and began
typing swiftly. I noticed then that the computer keyboard was resting a
little higher than normal, on a sort of platform, so that she didn't have
to dip her head very far in order to strike the keys. Even this slight
bobbing motion sent twin waves through her breasts, and I couldn't tear my
eyes away from the bouncing slackness of those two huge tits under the
white material. They slapped against the computer desk and grazed the tops
of her legs freakishly. In that instant I wished the heat would magnify,
making her slick and hot, plastering her dress down over her breasts so
that I could see her nipples. But... it remained hot... but not that hot.
As I continued to watch, she set the pencil-like instrument down onto the
desk, where it immediately rolled off onto the floor, joining one or two
similar instruments.
"Damn!" I heard her mutter, her soft voice frustrated. Then she bobbed to
her left, her chest flowing out over the keys as she picked up another
pencil (I decided they were pencils from a cup on the desk.)
I rattled the door as if I were just opening it and then stepped
nonchalantly out into the hall.
"Well, hi, Sydney!" she called softly. And I looked up from locking the
door.
"Kim! Are you melting?" I answered, acting as though I were both surprised
(which I was not) and delighted (which I was!) to see her. She smiled her
sweet smile, and I felt confident enough to step across the hall into her
doorway.
"It's an oven in here, I apologize!" she said. "I can't open the windows by
myself; the ones that open are set too high on the wall. It's a weird
design for a handicapped unit, but I guess they didn't consider opening
windows a problem." She nodded ruefully over her shoulder at the two square
windows set about 4 feet off the ground. I realized that she couldn't even
look out of them... and that she wouldn't even be able to see out of mine
because they were set so high from the floor.
"Would you like me to open them, Kim? It sure would help you get a little
cooler breeze in here."
"Oh, Sydney, you wouldn't mind?" Her voice was a little pleading.
"You should have called me earlier, I wouldn't have minded at bit!" I
strode across the room and flipped the switch and slid the windows fully
open. Immediately a cool breeze swept through the hot room. I heard her say
"Mhmm" and turned around to see her leaning back in her chair, her eyes
closed, to catch the cool sensation of the breeze on her glistening face.
At the same time I also watched her nipples rise huge and taut against the
gauze dress as the wind made them pucker. Did she know that I could see
this? I wasn't sure. God, it was all I could do not to go over and strip
the dress from her body, bare those magnificent breasts fully to the air
and to my hungry gaze, and suck their puckered hard tips deep into my mouth
like a French kiss.
Suddenly her eyes opened. She caught my eyes, and I knew that she had seen
my own gaze draw back from her chest. She was fully aware that I had
watched her lean sensuously back in her wheelchair. She glanced down at the
front of my shorts, and it became apparent to me that somehow she knew that
I found her every move erotic, and had just confirmed it for herself. Her
hazel eyes seemed to gleam from the tanned skin of her face.
"Thank you! That feels a thousand percent better, Syd! I had no idea it
would be this hot in the summer. It's this bad back east, but at least we
have air-conditioning there to balance it out!"
And that is when I invited her to go to the movies with me that afternoon,
telling her that this is what we did here to escape the heat.
She accepted.
At three that afternoon, Kim and I got on the tiny elevator and headed
toward the lobby. It was still stifling both inside and outside of the
building, the heat radiating from the cement. Only now there was no breeze.
She looked beautiful, more striking than any women I had seen in a long
time.
We lived close enough to the downtown area to have a movie theater only
three blocks away. I asked her if she'd rather drive or walk, and I saw her
bite her lip for a minute and then say, "Let's go on foot, so to speak."
She didn't say that it was difficult for her to get in and out of a car,
but I think that may be what caused her face to look pensive for a second.
I didn't mind walking along the city sidewalks with this beautiful girl. In
fact, I loved it.
She had changed clothes for our date. Her deep gold hair was glossy and
straight, and she had somehow managed to tuck it behind each of her ears.
Her ears were pierced, and her earrings were small ovals of sapphire that
sparked against her brown skin. Her ears were small, like her body (if you
don't take into account her majestic teats), and her neck and the stumps of
her upper arms looked so small, almost frail.
She wore a short sarong skirt that I realized later must have an elastic
back and a fake tie. There was no way (I didn't think) that she could tie a
real sarong wrap skirt. It was of bright red and yellow Hawaiian flowers.
Her blouse was also red and came just to her waist. Her tits pushed the
fabric out and away so that it was tight and revealing. If she lifted her
arm stumps up, I was sure that the fabric of her top would pull up and show
the bottoms of her breasts. The thought of seeing those breasts continued
to haunt me, make me sexually nervous and aroused. I wondered if she could
feel my desire. I wondered if she shared it. Somehow I thought she did. Her
blouse had semi-transparent long sleeves, and with each move of her body
those long empty sleeves swayed, emphasizing her stumps, her lack of
forearms and hands. I decided to be a little more frank with admiration.
"Kim, you look entrancing," I said and slowly let my eyes drop to her chest
and slip slowly, slowly down the long saggy length of those heavy breasts.
Then I looked deeply in her eyes. At first she moved a little restlessly,
jerking her shoulders, and then trying to pull them back to lift her tits
so they didn't hang so far down to her waist. I looked slowly at her
breasts again and licked my lips. She gasped softly. Now she had no
doubt... everything that she did aroused me... and though she may be
embarrassed at the freakish nature of her mammary mountains, she had found
a man with whom she could show off these monstrosities.
As we walked along the sidewalks, people glanced at us from all sides. Her
four stumps, fully revealed in the brief summer outfit, drew their eyes at
first, and then they glanced at her chest, the sagging flesh that slapped
and moved against her belly as she moved along the rough sidewalk. Finally
I noticed them looking up at me, their faces contemplative and then
admiring. They nodded at me with supportive and complimentary smiles.
"Oh, Syd, the heat is more than I can take, I think. How about stopping at
this theater?" Kim said when we were a couple of blocks away from our
apartment building. She heaved a great sigh that pulled her shirt up away
from her naked belly, emphasizing her bralessness.
I glanced at the marquis in front of the theater. It was a modern artsy
kind of theater, advertising a French film. The woman on the poster was
scantily dressed. Did Kim realize that foreign films are often more
explicit than American ones? And in fact I knew that this particular
director had a penchant for breasts and often had his heroines stripping
nude to the waist. I wasn't sure, but she did seem fatigued, so we went in
the door and bought tickets.
"How about some popcorn and a coke?" I queried.
She looked up at me, then heaved a great sigh that lifted her breasts off
her lap, making almost a shelf across her chest.
"I can handle the drink, Syd, but the popcorn might be a little beyond my
abilities." She ducked her head, her face suddenly blushing. She gestured
with her flapping and empty sleeves in a helpless manner.
"No biggie," I replied very matter of factly. "I'll get us each a drink and
we can share a box of popcorn." Already I could feel how helplessly she
would have to nibble the kernels from my palm.
Entering the dim theater, I followed Kim in and to the far left of the
door. There was a wide floor area there, obviously the area from which
wheelchair users watched the film. Next to this space was one solitary
theater seat. Kim whirled and delicately adjusted her chair so that she was
centered in the empty space, using a toggle near her left arm stump. She
then asked me to set the brakes on her chair. I sat down in the theater
seat and very carefully set our drinks and popcorn down beside my chair.
Then I leaned across her to lock her chair into place. The one nearest me
was easy. But I had to lean across her to reach the other one, and as I did
so, I felt her soft breath on my ear, and with my head in this position, I
was only an inch from her swells of breast. She drew in her breath. Because
I was leaning across with my face turned somewhat down, as she did this I
could hear a soft, smacking sound as her two breasts slapped together. They
were so damn huge I wanted to strip her shirt off and watch them swing and
sway mightily. As I finished setting her brake and leaned back to settle
into my seat, I let my hand accidentally graze across her lap. My god, even
with my hand and arm passing that low across her body, down to her lower
belly, I could feel the supple swellings of her breasts. It was incredible.
I had never seen anything so preposterously huge. My heart pumped a little
quicker.
The movie began. Funny and poignant and highly charged with sensuality.
I had helped her put her coke in the cup-holder that was between us, and
every now and again she would turn and bend sharply to pick it up between
her short stumps. She had to work at times to pick up the slippery cup, and
I think she made it look more difficult than it really might be. I think
she knew that watching her struggle turned me on. Each time her huge right
breast swung over and hit my arm. Once as she pulled up, I felt her hard
nipple against my skin. It was huge, fully erect. Kim was aroused...
As I expected, the director of this French movie began to have his
beautiful and sexy heroine shuck her shirt before the movie was a third of
the way over. She had a lacy bra underneath, which the hero immediately
began to pry off of her.
I leaned over to Kim. "I never understand why women bother with those
things. I'm glad you don't wear a bra, Kim," I whispered into her ear, my
lips grazing her hair.
"What makes you so sure that I don't, Sydney?"
Sliding my hand slowly across her back, I settled my arm over her shoulder
affectionately. "I don't feel any hooks, Kim."
"Ah, but Sydney, many bras hook in the front. So, how do you know?... "
It was a challenge. I could hear it in her voice.
For the rest of the movie that challenge lay between us. And we both knew
that I would confirm what we both knew to be true when we went back to her
apartment. As we finished watching the story, I put small handfuls of
popcorn on my palm and tipped my hand to her mouth. She used her tongue to
lightly pick up the kernels, sometimes grazing my palm with that pink, wet
tongue. Even the simplest thing she couldn't do...
At last the movie was over. We headed back to the third floor of our
building.
She seemed nervous and struggled to open the door to her apartment, but
after a few minutes she was able to. We went inside. She swung her chair
backwards and then gestured toward the pillows in front of the low table.
"Make yourself at home, Sydney." Then she disappeared into her bedroom.
In a minute the door to her bedroom opened. She was no longer in her
wheelchair. She was sitting flat on the floor, her leg stumps peeking out
from a pair of cutoff shorts like twin white breasts. She still wore the
red, long-sleeved blouse. The sleeves hung down empty and obvious.
"Come sit with me, Kim."
Slowly, slowly she began to move across the floor toward me. She rocked her
hips from side to side, using her buttocks to take small steps. With each
rock of her hip, her breasts shifted heavily in that direction, striking
her arm stumps, making the empty sleeves fly out softly. Hip rock.
Sliiiddeee of breasts, then a sudden, silent thud as her tits shifted. Her
movements were slow, ponderous. She worked her way, slowly, slowly across
the room.
She knew I loved watching this struggle. Her pink tongue tip appeared
between her pretty lips as she concentrated on moving. Once or twice her
long, dangling, empty sleeves caught under her tight butt, causing her to
come to a sudden, restricted stop. She had to pull and rock and work to get
it out from underneath her. Once she pulled so hard that she tumbled
backwards. The room was near silent; all I could hear was her sharp pants
as she struggled to right herself. I don't think I was breathing at all. I
couldn't; the sight of her struggling helplessly on the floor took my
breath away.
She twisted over onto her side.
"Take your time, Kim," I whispered lowly. I didn't offer to help her. We
both knew I wanted to watch her. We both were aroused... One watching, one
being watched, both loving it...
She lay there panting on the soft carpet about two feet from where I sat.
She was lying on her side, and I could now see the underside of her loose,
soft, leg stumps. They were round and lightly tanned and with no sign of a
scar. Her cutoffs had hiked up so much as she struggled across the floor
that the curve of her butt cheek was visible from this position.

Her top arm stump was held out to balance her to keep her from rolling
backwards. The immense breasts nearest the floor spread out full and molten
in front of her, hugely, grotesquely away from her body. The other breast
swelled like a giant orb, falling over toward the floor and almost reaching
it, its fullness spreading up to her chin from the weight of it.
She tried to push off with her lower arm stump. One, two, three times. With
each push, her tits sagged and shifted like sacks of jello. I could feel
myself grow harder and harder. If she looked now, she would be able to see
my dick raised and ridged under the leg of my shorts, nearly sticking out
the end, it was so full and long. My breathing was quick and light. Hers
was heavy and near panting now with her struggle.
After working diligently over and over, she was finally able sit back
upright, giving one more mighty heave with her arm stump, shifting her
weight and using her tits as a sort of mobile anchor to pull her up and
over into a sitting position. As she sat up, they slapped her thighs with a
sharp sound. Her eyes watched me, knowingly, sensually... a small groan
escaped my lips.
She was now sitting in front of me. She looked at my heaving chest. I
struggled to control my breathing, but I was so incredibly aroused at the
sight of her struggles, the sight of those magnificent, absurd breasts
impeding her every move, making it a grotesque parody. Her eyes dropped to
my lap, my legs.
Kim's breath quickened as she took in the sight of my penis protruding an
inch from the bottom of my shorts, a drop of precum glistening.
Suddenly I reached over and wrapped my hands into the empty sleeves of her
shirt. Pulling her closer, I swung her around and pulled her backwards. Her
hair flew back against my face, her stumps came up off the ground and
pointed toward the ceiling as I tipped her so that her head now rested
against my lap.
Using my fingertips lightly, I smoothed the silky gold hair off her
forehead, away from her face. Her skin glistened from exertion. As I
stroked her face, she gave my hand a small kiss. I ran my fingers along her
jaw, up the sides of her slender neck.
Lightly stroking her shoulders, I moved my hands down until I could cup her
two arm stumps, feeling their slender softness in my hands, and then moved
down the length of the long, empty sleeves. I pulled the empty tubes of red
material out away from her shoulders with my hands, then let them flutter
and fall like wounded birds. The back of one of her arm stumps rested
against my dick. I took this stump in my hand and rubbed it lightly over
the head of my penis. She took up this motion, rubbing more firmly, a moan
of pleasure deep in her throat.
Leaning forward I explored the tips of her leg stumps and stroked and
kneaded her thighs. She moaned in delight. Because her stumps were so
short, they stayed flexed as she lay on her back. Slowly I pulled her
elastic-waisted jeans down over her hips, down over those short stumps, so
that I could see them completely, fully.
She now lay with her head in my lap with only her silky red shirt and a
pair of tiny black bikini panties. The shirt was pulled up to her pubis,
her thighs fully revealed to me.
"No fair... " Kim whispered, giving my shorts a rub with one of her arm
stumps.
Understanding her meaning, I reached under her hair. She lifted her head up
off my lap a little, as I undid my zipper in a slow metallic sound and then
worked my own shorts down off my legs. She stayed on my lap as I did this,
her heavy sagging breasts in full motion as I moved from side to side. They
slid back and forth across her chest under the silky shirt, huge,
unbelievable heavy, sagging toward the floor as they hung down on the sides
of her chest. Slowly I slipped out of my shirt. I was now fully naked.
She turned her head and looked at my pulsing, engorged dick where it rose
erect along the side her cheek. She panted a little harder and then let her
eyes rise to meet mine in a long, erotic, aroused gaze.
Then my fingers reached for the opening on her red blouse...
* * *
Kim and I fell asleep right there on the carpeted floor of her apartment.
We had made love through the night and had fallen asleep exhausted and
totally satiated from exploring each other's bodies.
I awoke first. Pale early dawn light was filtering through the high windows
on the rear wall of Kim's apartment. The filmy curtains fluttered in the
early morning breeze and I felt a little chilled. It was much colder this
morning, maybe the heat wave was over. My arms tightened, and I looked down
with a great joyous leap of my heart at Kim's honey-colored hair.
She lay tucked into the curve of my arms, turned slightly up on her left
side. Her eyelashes were thick and as blonde as her hair. Her pink mouth
was slightly open, her breathing very soft.
During the night she must have crawled across the floor to her bedroom,
because we were now covered with a light blanket of a soft, thick fabric.
Only our heads were uncovered.
Though I couldn't see anything but her beautiful head in the morning light,
I could feel her naked skin exquisitely against my body. I concentrated on
each individual part of her pressing up against me.
My own toes were tucked in, no chill on them. My legs slightly flexed at
the hip and knee. I didn't even feel her body until I mentally walked up to
my groin area... and her. I could feel her so-soft buttocks and short thigh
stumps pressed against my upper thighs and pubic area. The crevice of her
buttocks was against my penis, keeping it warm and sheltered.
My arms were close around her, but I now moved one hand so that I could
lightly stroke down the curve of her waist. My fingers slid across her
buttocks, and I felt her pubic hair springing out from between her thighs.
I gently touched the round softness of her thigh stumps.
She moved a little in her sleep, moaning... did I catch the whisper of my
name? I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to wake her yet, so I moved my arm
away from the sensitive parts of Kim's sleeping figure.
I could feel her upper body against my left arm, the one that was under her
body. Mostly I could feel tit... great, huge, mound of sagging breast. It
spread out over my forearm, incredibly heavy. My mind grew stunned at the
images of those tits as they had aroused me the night before... heaving and
rolling as we romped and rolled all over the floor. I had never in my life
seen such breasts... grotesquely huge and sagging, nipples gigantic and
dark.
Attention! Just thinking of this, feeling Kim's huge glands against me...
My dick grew immediately hard. Easy boy!
Suddenly she began to move, awaken. I shut my eyes, hoping to watch her
begin her morning without being aware... wondering what she would do first,
what she would think.
She sighed and then suddenly made a small gasping noise. Then the next
thing I felt was a small kiss placed where my arm and shoulder joined. Then
she licked my skin! I hoped my heart wasn't giving itself away; it was
slamming away in my chest like a jackhammer!
Slowly, slowly, slowly, she struggled to a sitting position. She seemed to
not want me to awaken, so I lay very still there on the floor and let my
arm slide away from her body as she slowly wriggled to a sitting position.
Through my nearly closed eyes, I could see the blanket suddenly slide down
her body, revealing her heaving breasts for a split second as she sat up,
then blocked by her back.
Kim now began to wiggle and slide away from me, trying to do this slowly
and quietly to keep me from waking. If she only knew! Her lovely back was
long and smooth, and I wanted suddenly to slide my tongue down the long
curve of her spine. Her butt was flat against the carpet, and her arm
stumps held out for balance, the flesh very slightly soft and hanging from
this position. As she wiggled and swayed away from me, her breasts swung
from side to side, giving me momentary-but-wrenching glimpses of her huge
mounds of sagging flesh and occasionally baring her nipples to view. Her
nipples were now soft-looking, small... and the areola fully round and
flat. Oh, how I longed to throw her back against the blanket and suck those
nipples into huge dark peaks nestled into puckers of aroused flesh...
but... I wanted to watch what she would do without her knowing that I was
watching her...
The blanket was fully off her now, and she began to wiggle and slide toward
her bedroom... God, what a dance she was dancing for me without even
knowing it. Her bare skin glowing in the light of the early morning.
Halfway across the floor, Kim suddenly turned and looked back at me. She
twisted at the waist, her little stumps held out for balance. Her gaze
raked down my upper body which was now naked from her sliding out from
under the soft blanket. Her lips parted as she watched me. Then she looked
down at her own naked skin. A smile broke across her face... the face of a
totally satisfied woman! I crowed inside like a strutting rooster.
As she moved and struggled into the bedroom, she went toward her
wheelchair. It was very slightly out of my sight, but I could see her reach
out her arm stumps to rest them lightly on the seat of the chair. How would
she get into it? I couldn't quite imagine how she would do this? I nearly
sat up to get a better view but then realized that I was supposed to be
asleep!
I shifted, as if in sleep, so that I at least improved my line of vision
but kept my lids well down over my eyes. She glanced over at me but then
noted that I was still sleeping. And she began to move into the chair...
She rested her shortened arms up on the edge of the seat and gave a sort of
push into the air with her leg stumps. It didn't work, though I was totally
entranced with the way that her huge tits swung into the air and to the
sides of her body as she did this. It seemed to be her intent to push off
with her stumps into the air to lever up into the wheelchair. She must have
done this a hundred, a thousand times before in her life, but it seemed
near-impossible to me.
Again she pushed off with her arm and leg stumps, her stupendous tits
swinging. And this time she was somehow able to land her lower body stumps
onto the seat of the chair and then, with a quick rocking flip, swing
around so that she sat in a face-forward position. God... this not-so-
simple daily task that she formed was incredibly erotic to me. I couldn't
believe the effect of watching her do this through my lash-veiled eyes had
on my psyche and my body. My dick was hardened, and it was lucky the
blanket still covered my loins or there was no way that she could have
missed this.
Next Kim pushed the control lever of her wheelchair with her brief arm and
rolled into the restroom. I couldn't see into this room, but I could hear a
soft sound of movement and then a sort of slap that must have been her
movement from the chair and onto the toilet set, because next I heard the
gentle sound of her urinating (women sound so sweet, men sound so much like
horses!) and then the flush of the toilet. The slapping sound was either
her buttocks moving over onto the toilet seat, or more likely those huge,
sagging bags of hers slapping against her chest and against each other as
she transferred.
Next came water sounds... and I couldn't bear to miss any more of what was
going on in the restroom. I stood up and crossed the carpet. Walking slowly
and measuredly I went to her bed, letting her see me pass behind her... I
knew that the way her mirror was in the bathroom she would be able to see
me cross by. I sat down on the bed, and slid back so that I was nestled
against the headboard. From here I could watch her reflection in the
bathroom, totally unobstructed.
Leaving the water run, she slowly turned the chair around and looked fully
into my eyes. Neither of us smiled. Both of us knew that her every move
aroused me.
She hooked an arm stump into a soft, silky rose-colored robe and, using her
stumps and her head, slowly struggled into it. It was cut in a sort of
Chinese style, with a stand-up collar and loose front. It was impossible
for Kim to cover herself completely, though she attempted to smooth it down
as best she could. Her pale pubic hair shone from the open gown, and her
great, swelling breasts pushed away from the fabric... in fact the gown
only slid away leaving them fully revealed the moment she swung her chair
back toward the mirror.
Kim slowly went through her morning routine, using her arm stumps, neck,
chin, and teeth in incredibly efficient ways to hold objects to wash her
pretty face, brush her teeth, and smooth the tangle of her long, blonde
hair. She applied no makeup, but I saw that she had a special vise-like arm
coming from the mirror that looked as if it would hold smaller items... she
used a similar one to hold the brush that she used on her hair.
Next she maneuvered the wheelchair across the room to shoulder open her
closet. Inside were shelves stacked with beautiful panties in a wild array
of colors, from the softest pastels to vibrant jewel tones. I noted that
there were no other kinds of undergarments at all. Bras were impossible on
those huge teats; I doubted there was one even made for her monstrous
breasts. It excited me to think that the only thing she ever wore under her
clothes were wisps of panties. I wondered if any among the silky array were
thong style, if any were crotchless...
She looked the piles of silk over and leaning forward used an arm stump to
select a bright jade-green pair from the top of one stack. With her back to
me, I couldn't see what she was doing after the panties slid into her lap.
Kim must have realized this, and turned her chair so that I could continue
to watch her.
She wiggled and shook in the chair. She struggled, her lips pursed and
pouting as she used positioning and little jabs with her legs and nips of
her teeth as she bent low over her own body to slowly get the panty legs
over her brief stumps. Once she nearly lost the slippery fabric and made a
lunge for the panties with her mouth, her breasts swinging wildly from side
to side with the sudden motion. I gasped out loud. Kim pretended that she
couldn't hear my arousal, but suddenly I saw a slight puckering begin to
occur around her nipples. She was enjoying performing this sort of reverse-
strip tease for me!
At last, with much struggling, she managed to get her panties over her
stumps and hips. Next she selected a dress from a selection in the closet.
It was also a brilliant jade green that set fire to the highlights in her
blonde hair and seemed to deepen the hazel of her eyes. As she tugged it
off the hanger by wrapping one of her pretty arm stumps in the satiny
material, it slid down into her lap.
She turned the wheelchair and came toward the bed. Again Kim used the hip-
butt-rock motions to transfer onto the foot of the bed. Then she tossed the
dress toward the top of the bed. She leaned down toward it and slowly tried
to smooth the dress flat. Once she overbalanced and fell across the dress.
Struggling back into a balanced position, she began to smooth it out again.
I saw that the front of the dress was against the mattress and wondered
why.
Making a little scooping motion with her small, birdlike arm stumps, Kim
tossed the fabric up over them. Struggling, she finally was able to duck
her head and get it into the opening at the bottom of the dress. I could
see now why she had it face down on the bed... so that when she scooped it
up and over her head, the front would be in the proper position.
Well... She was able to get her dress on partially... Her head was now up
under the fabric, her arm stumps into the sleeves of the dress... But the
dress seemed totally uncooperative, and no matter how hard Kim struggled,
it would not go down over her shoulders. She rocked and struggled, and her
thigh stumps moved far apart against the mattress to help her keep her
balance. I could see the fabric of her bikini panties pull tightly across
her full vulva, and stray pubic hair winked at me. Kim's thighs were tense,
trying hard to help hold her balanced position.
As she wriggled and moved to get the dress to slip down over her head, her
giant tits did an erotic bump and grind, swaying and slapping and reaching
down past her flat waist.
I was audibly breathing heavily, and it seemed the more rasping my breath
became, the harder Kim struggled and the harder those giant orbs of flesh
fought her efforts to put on her dress. My erection was huge, and I clasped
a hand around it without even noticing.
Suddenly Kim's head popped out the head opening of the jade dress. She then
lowered her body down onto the bed beside me and began to push the tight
dress down over her huge tits. Her eyes were looking deeply into my own,
and I saw them drift down to where my hand grasped tightly around my huge
penis.
Before her dress was completely over those breasts, she pulled herself
across me and somehow caught my dick between the deep cleavage of those
immense and powerful tits. I could barely believe what was happening to me.
It was as if Kim understood my deepest fantasies and was determined to make
them a reality.
She slid across onto my thighs lying flat against my body. Her tits rocked
up and down on my erect penis as she slid her body up and down mine. Her
little arm stumps wriggled and stretched as she swung her body. Over her
back I could see her ass tighten with each rock, it's beautiful smoothness
making me moan out loud with pleasure. I could feel her leg stumps sliding
along my thighs and knees... under the soft flesh the firmness of her
abbreviated bones.
With a sudden wrench of my hands, I pulled the dress Kim had put halfway on
up and over her arm stumps and head and tossed it to the floor. Kim's hazel
eyes held mine now, and she began to wriggle and rock harder along the
length of my dick. Looking down between those huge rounds of breasts I
could see the shiny, wet head of my dick appear and then disappear, appear
and then disappear. God, the sensation was the most incredible I had ever
experienced.
Reaching down with my hands, I teased and cupped and tickled her arms
stumps. As I did this, I could feel her nipples harden to pebbles as they
scraped up and down my legs... God, Kim was as aroused as I was!
"Turn over!" Kim urged me suddenly.
I obeyed and very slowly rotated my body. She gripped me as best she could
with her little stumps, and I felt each inch of flesh against mine as I
turned. When I was fully on my side and ready to roll over onto my belly,
Kim began to rub her wet pussy against my hip, stimulating herself against
my body.
I urged her on, telling her how good it felt to me... and knowing full well
that it felt great to her! I loved the scratching wetness of Kim's pussy
against my skin. As she writhed and wiggled, her huge sagging tits slapped
down fiercely against me. I reached one hand back and grabbed one immense
tit and began to pull and roll the giant, dark nipple.
"Not yet, not yet, not yet," she began to cry, and I could tell that she
was very near orgasm. But... no... not yet...
I rolled fully on my stomach. My erection was now pressed between my belly
and the mattress.
Kim now sat on my back. If I tilted my head I could see her reflection in
the mirror... and, this is what I saw and what I felt... She slowly slid
her body down, struggling with her limbless torso to the end of the bed...
She now lay with her head at my feet... And I wondered what she would do
next...
But, then, I decided to act. Sliding out from under her so that she rolled
in a flying heap of tits and stumps onto the mattress, I left the bed and
strode across the bedroom and through the door into the living room. I
turned and stood still and strong, my legs apart and planted firmly.
Kim struggled up into a sitting position. She stared hard at me across the
room. And then she began to move, to talk.
"It is so hard, Syd, so very hard... You don't know what it is like, you
can't imagine. Every small ordinary thing is a production to me, these
useless little stumps almost no good for anything! See! See how hard it is
to put my shirt on!" And she began to struggle back into the long, jade
top. She began to roll and heave back on the bed, finally getting her
little stumps in the sleeve holes. She continued to struggle.
"God, Sydney, these huge breasts of mine. How can you stand touching them,
these giant tits. How can you truly enjoy sucking my nipples the way you
did?" She looked down and compressed the sides of her impossibly giant
mounds of tit. Then she looked up and held me with her hazel eyes. They
were excited, way deep down. She was stroking my libido... and... she knew
it, she knew it... struggling across the bed and into her clothes, swinging
her outrageous breasts out of the way.
"Sometimes it takes me an hour to get my shirt down over these giant
glands. Every time I try to brush my hair or even eat... They sag and swing
across me and get in my way. Oh, Sydney, if you only knew how very hard it
is."
I moved closer to the door, my eyes never leaving her limbless figure. I
opened the door to her apartment and stepped backwards out into the hall.
"Syd... you know this is hard to get off this bed! I can't run after you,
though I want to!" She wriggled frantically to the edge of the bed and
tried to use her short stumps to lower herself down. She kept glancing back
at me, her eyes bright with our erotic little game... yet frustrated with
her inability to move her tits out of the way, to get her hair out of her
eyes easily.
"Syd! Syd! Please don't go so quickly! I can't move like you... see, watch
me... my little stumps won't even touch the ground. I'll fall!"
I gave in, but only long enough to stride across the room toward her. I
scooped her up in my arms, my hands sliding up under the silky jade shirt.
She pressed her huge, soft breasts against my chest. I felt an arm stump
rub my forearm.
"Ohhh... " she sighed into me ear. "Oh, Syd... to be in your arms... to
have you help me... " Her sighs turned to a squeak of surprise as I set her
down ass-plop into the middle of the long corridor.
I walked slowly backward down the hallway toward my own apartment. Step-by-
step. I was very aware of my feet, their placement on the carpet as I moved
backwards. It was barely after dawn on a Sunday morning, and I knew it was
doubtful that any of the neighbors were up.
Kim struggled on her ass down the corridor. "See, Sydney... I have to keep
my balance... it is really hard sometimes... so I have to hang my arm
stumps out sideways like this."
My eyes were drawn to her small stumps waving lightly side-to-side.
Kim began to move her ass-cheeks side to side and rock slowly up the hall.
Her thigh stumps made little walking movements. "These damn tits!" she
growled. "Always in my way... pulling and shaking and saggy, every time I
move! I'm so small and petite all over... and then these monsters swinging
every time I make a damn move! It is so hard, Sydney! And when I sit at a
table... Sometimes my tits end up right on the table, spreading out like
huge mounds of pillow... They push my coffee away, my plate... and I have
to wiggle around to get them off the table so I can even eat!" As she said
this, she gave her tits a shake from side to side... they moved like a huge
wave under the jade shirt.
After struggling slowly, Kim finally made it down the long hall, and I
unlocked and walked backwards into my own apartment. I had a huge surprise
waiting for her... I knew she would be ecstatic...
When I first started recounting my story, you remember that I took this
apartment on the third floor because of the incredible view around huge
windows on two sides. Kim's apartment had windows too high up off the
ground for her to see out of... and even my windows would be impossible for
her to see out of easily, even from her power chair. I had been working on
my surprise for a month in hopes of being able to share my stunning view
with her...
Kim walked on her lovely ass, breasts heaving, and into my apartment. Her
eyes glowed with approval as she looked around the room. I have
sophisticated and artistic talents and taste I knew, and it reflected in
the furniture and paintings and sculpture around the room.
Then... her eyes saw the ramp... and her eyes slid up to the top and the
proximity of the top of the ramp to the window. Her eyes filled with tears
and she smiled at me. "For me, Syd?"
I nodded.
Slowly she began to slide toward it. At the bottom she started to ass-walk
the ramp. It had a very gentle slope that went up one side of the room to a
platform about two feet off the floor, and then turned at a right angle to
head up the windowed wall.
She stopped. Then looked at me. "My clothes keep snagging a little on the
boards, just a little." Then she added, as if speaking to herself, "I'm
sure it would be easier without them."
She began to wriggle and move. And she talked as she did this. "First I
have to get out of this shirt. I love the fabric against my skin, so silky.
Especially against these huge breasts. That is a good thing... Even though
I have to push them out of the way like this, when I do it and the fabric
strokes my nipples... It kind of arouses me. Oh, look... you can even see
them against the fabric so taut and hard."
Somehow she managed to push her breasts to the side with one arm stump and
graze the tip of one nipple with the other. I don't know how she did it!
But it made her suddenly grind her ass to the boards, and before I could
see completely how she managed it, her shirt and panties now lay on the
floor beside the ramp.
Back, back, back she went up the ramp. "This is hard; I'm having to really
work, Sydney. You can see how tight I have to hold my thighs to stay
upright and to move. Of course I can't see my thighs, these ridiculous
saggy tits are in my way. I guess you can see my pussy every time I move. I
guess you can see if I'm getting wet... "
When Kim reached the small flat platform at the bed of the ramp, she
stopped to catch her breath. It had been a struggle for her to get this
far, almost impossible to keep those breasts out of the way.
Her beautiful hazel eyes looked up toward where the windows were. She would
love the view! To be able to look from the window so easily! Her beautiful
silky hair dripped down her back as she tilted her head up toward the
filtered sunlight.
Then... her breath caught in a gasp. She studied the platform more closely.
Then her pretty voice gasped again as she realized what she was looking at.
She gave me a sultry glance sideways and began to change her body position.
The floor of the platform had a sort of swiss-cheese appearance to it. Into
the two uppermost openings she slipped her arm stumps. Into the much bigger
second pair, her sagging monstrosities were lowered. Next two more holes
perfected aligned for her thigh stumps. What she couldn't see were barely
invisible sliding panels aligned with her face and pussy... but... for
now... No, no, no...
I opened a door under the wall of the ramp and slid under the platform. And
into another world, a spectacular unimaginable world.
Faint light filtered through from the room. I had to slide onto my back...
and there, dangling so far down that they rested in heavy mounds of flesh,
I began to stroke and tease and fondle those disembodied tits... swinging
them, swaying them...
I began to suck on one, my other reaching toward the little arm stump
above... and I knew that I would never match this incredible moment...




First posted in the files of amputee-story-moderated, as "fant2.doc,"
September, 2008
Subsequently text polished and reformatted with assistance from CD,
September 2008
In part inspired by RFCO's Kim.

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