This story was actually inspired by a YouTube video I recently ran across.

Kristi had no idea what she was doing here. Sure, it came recommended by Julia, one of her best friends from work, who claimed that this part of the salon they both frequented was the absolute best, and that she’d come out feeling fantastic.

But, when pressed for details, Julia only said that she was also very glad she was able to reverse the process. She claimed it would be a simple matter, and that Kristi should try it.

Sure, it cost an extra $100 to go into the private back room, but Kristi saw the last girl that entered there with a look of bliss on her face. All she was told was that she should lay, face down, on the table underneath it, her waist lined up, and the rest would happen.

No other indication, no clue. Just some ominous words and some girls that looked like they had the time of their lives.

Kristi decided she had to know what was going on, so she paid the extra fee and went into the private room. She almost backed out and demanded a refund when she saw that the only thing in the room, besides a table that was clearly there to lay on, was a very large, sharp-looking buzzsaw.

Line up her waist with a buzzsaw? What was this about? But she remembered Julia’s enthusiasm for this and remembered the look on the face of the girl that preceded her. What happened in here?

She sighed, settled in, took off her slippers and her robe and laid them aside. She looked up at the imposing saw, wondering what was going to happen, as she laid down, face down, on the table, making sure her waist was lined up.

Kristi jumped a little when the sawblade started up. What was she doing? This thing started lowering down towards her body and she was just laying there. She tried to even up her breathing, waiting for it to hit.

There was a brief flash of pain the moment the saw touched her skin. Just the briefest, before it slowly made its way downward. Kristi couldn’t believe it, she felt like the best orgasm, the best chocolate and the best massage were happening to her all at once. She moaned in pleasure as the saw made its way through her and down the other side, fully severing her into halves.

She lay there for a moment, just wondering as she still felt her legs. She was about to reach down and prove they were still there, but a large sawblade was sticking through her middle.

Kristi giggled for a moment. Yes, the impossible had happened. She’d been sawn in half, but she felt fantastic. Wondering, she lifted up her skin at the point where the blade penetrated her and ran a finger underneath, hoping it wouldn’t come back bloody.

She could feel skin. It felt ticklish, like it was brand new, so she experimentally pulled her upper half away from the blade, marveling at the eerie and wonderful sensation of separation. But then a new worry came up when the saw started to rise. What would happen if she couldn’t get back together again?

Experimentally, she decided to wait. When the blade was out of the way, she could see and feel her legs, still twitching, her legs kicking as they often did even though they weren’t attached anymore. She sighed, then pushed her top half back onto her hips. She waited for a moment before feeling an intense pleasure wash through her.

She got up, hoping she wasn’t going to fall to pieces, and ran a hand along her waist. Yes, back in one piece.

She didn’t care about the expense anymore. Kristi was going to definitely come back and be sawn in half again.