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Michelle's eyes fluttered open and she yawned deeply. The sun was shining in her face and wish wished for a moment she had closed the curtains so she could sleep in on her day off. After blinking and squinting for a few moments she sat up. She ran her hands through her hair and used her other two arms to stretch. Michelle's eyes snapped open. She was still running her hands through her hair, but there was a pair of arms just as connected to her pushing against the bed. Michelle lifted all four of her arms in front of her and wondered for a moment if she was still asleep.

"I...Have four arm, I have four fucking arms!" She sprang to her feet and felt another surprise, she hadn't wore a bra to bed but this was far more jiggle than any one girl had the right to feel. She could see four points tenting her shirt and knew that her breasts were in a similar state as her arms.

"Four arms, and four breasts." She didn't know what to say, what to think. She used one of her arms to lift her shirt while another brushed her brown hair out of her face. She cupped each of her four breasts with a hand and moaned softly, they felt good to touch, very good to touch. Michelle couldn't help but to indulge and to softly kneed her tits and tug on her nipples. Having twice as many arms and breasts was one thing, but having them feel twice as good? She struggled to keep her hands off of herself and she would be lying if she didn't admit to having to change into a fresh pair of panties after how great it had felt to have so many hands on so many breasts.

Michelle slowly dragged herself into the kitchen, wearing a thin red shirt that now curiously had an extra pair of sleeves for her extra arms, and a new pair of panties. Michelle went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, a touch of normalcy in this strange morning. Halfway through she had to laugh at how ridiculous it was. In one hand was a gallon of milk, another a bowl, the third help a spoon, and the fourth had the box of cereal.

"This is so weird." She moved her arms seamlessly, it was like she had maintained the same level of coordination as before, if not become even more sure in her movements. She felt strong, like her muscles were somehow denser despite not looking different. She almost poured too much milk into the bowl when the feeling of all four on her nipples being teased by her shirt became a bit too much to ignore.

"This is gonna take some getting used to... and a bra." She walked over to the couch and sat down, eating her bowl of cereal with two hand while she grabbed the TV remote and turned on the morning weather with the other. The fourth hand was under her shirt, it was hard to keep her hands off of herself. Michelle finished her breakfast and returned to her bedroom to see if she was lucky enough to have her bras match her new body as much as her shirt had. As she stripped she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She watched her arms move fluidly, her breasts... She couldn't take her eyes off of herself and soon her plans for finding appropriate attire were replaced with visions of the sorts of things she could do with four arms.

Michelle closed the curtains on her window, maybe she could stay in the bedroom a little while longer...

I do not own the rights to the original image used for this photo-manipulation, if the owner requests its removal I shall do so
~The Warlock

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Michelle's eyes fluttered open and she yawned deeply. The sun was shining in her face and wish wished for a moment she had closed the curtains so she could sleep in on her day off. After blinking and squinting for a few moments she sat up. She ran her hands through her hair and used her other two arms to stretch. Michelle's eyes snapped open. She was still running her hands through her hair, but there was a pair of arms just as connected to her pushing against the bed. Michelle lifted all four of her arms in front of her and wondered for a moment if she was still asleep.

"I...Have four arm, I have four fucking arms!" She sprang to her feet and felt another surprise, she hadn't wore a bra to bed but this was far more jiggle than any one girl had the right to feel. She could see four points tenting her shirt and knew that her breasts were in a similar state as her arms.

"Four arms, and four breasts." She didn't know what to say, what to think. She used one of her arms to lift her shirt while another brushed her brown hair out of her face. She cupped each of her four breasts with a hand and moaned softly, they felt good to touch, very good to touch. Michelle couldn't help but to indulge and to softly kneed her tits and tug on her nipples. Having twice as many arms and breasts was one thing, but having them feel twice as good? She struggled to keep her hands off of herself and she would be lying if she didn't admit to having to change into a fresh pair of panties after how great it had felt to have so many hands on so many breasts.

Michelle slowly dragged herself into the kitchen, wearing a thin red shirt that now curiously had an extra pair of sleeves for her extra arms, and a new pair of panties. Michelle went to the kitchen to get some breakfast, a touch of normalcy in this strange morning. Halfway through she had to laugh at how ridiculous it was. In one hand was a gallon of milk, another a bowl, the third help a spoon, and the fourth had the box of cereal.

"This is so weird." She moved her arms seamlessly, it was like she had maintained the same level of coordination as before, if not become even more sure in her movements. She felt strong, like her muscles were somehow denser despite not looking different. She almost poured too much milk into the bowl when the feeling of all four on her nipples being teased by her shirt became a bit too much to ignore.

"This is gonna take some getting used to... and a bra." She walked over to the couch and sat down, eating her bowl of cereal with two hand while she grabbed the TV remote and turned on the morning weather with the other. The fourth hand was under her shirt, it was hard to keep her hands off of herself. Michelle finished her breakfast and returned to her bedroom to see if she was lucky enough to have her bras match her new body as much as her shirt had. As she stripped she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She watched her arms move fluidly, her breasts... She couldn't take her eyes off of herself and soon her plans for finding appropriate attire were replaced with visions of the sorts of things she could do with four arms.

Michelle closed the curtains on her window, maybe she could stay in the bedroom a little while longer...

I do not own the rights to the original image used for this photo-manipulation, if the owner requests its removal I shall do so
~The Warlock