Product Testing

Carlie closed the door behind her, looking again into the little bag she’d been handed.  Sure, it was a new foot cream, supposed to help with them after use for a few nights, and, sure, the lab that made it was paying her $1000 in order to test this, but she still had some misgivings.

The company stated that they wanted to know ALL the side effects that she experienced.  She sighed, glad to know that she’d be able to tell them if, for example, she grew a sixth toe on each foot.

She took out the tube of cream, still wondering what she was really signing up for, but she needed the money.  That was the only reason Carlie took the gig to begin with.

So, after dinner and a shower, and watching some TV, Carlie felt like it was time for bed.  But, before she went in, she knew she had to rub this stuff on her foot.

The first thing that she noticed, when she opened the tube, was that acrid smell.  She tried not to breathe too much because it honestly smelled like something might have decomposed in the tube mixture, but she needed the money.

As she held her breath, she rubbed it on her feet, feeling the warming, then cooling sensation as she covered both feet completely.  She breathed again when she twisted the cap back on, glad the smell didn’t linger, then climbed into bed.

As Carlie woke up the next morning, she could tell that something wasn’t quite right.  She stretched, feeling every part of what kept her cozy last night, before she took the covers off and stopped, cold.

There, as if by some sort of magic, her feet lay in different positions, both of them flat on the sheet and both of them clearly no longer attached to her legs.

Carlie could still feel them and noticed that they moved the way she wanted them to, even though they weren’t attached.  She picked up one of them, shivering a little at the sensation, and seeing the skin that covered where the separation took place.  As she thought about it, not knowing what else to do, she pushed that skin against the corresponding part at the end of her leg and felt it reattach.

So that wasn’t that big a deal, but she really had to wonder.

She picked up the other foot, squirming it in her hand and had to grin.  Carlie didn’t tell many, but she did have a fetish for being tickled.  With that in mind, she ran her finger along the sole of her own foot, giggling at the pleasing sensation.

For almost an hour, Carlie sat there, her own foot in her hand, as she continued to laugh uncontrollably, tickling it constantly, before she had to put it back on her leg.

So, yeah, there was a side effect, but did Carlie want to share?  Not yet.

She went through her day, people noticing that she seemed to be very pleased and happy, little knowing the reason why, before she came home.  As she looked at her hands, she wondered why they didn’t fall off.  After all, they’re the ones that put the cream on her feet.

Still, as she rubbed the cream into her feet again, knowing full well what might happen, she had a wicked idea.

She rubbed some of the cream all the way around her neck.  If it worked with her feet, and that repeated, then why not?

As soon as Carlie woke up, she knew it worked.  Her eyes darted around but she couldn’t move her head and she knew her feet weren’t in the right position again.

She reached around, finding her head with her arms, and placed it on the cut area on her neck, fusing to the rest of her body in the process.  She slipped her feet back on, laughing as she tickled herself again, and the idea started to germinate.

How far could she take this? As far back as Carlie could remember, she’d loved one particular illusion in magic, sawing a woman in half. Then she learned how magicians really did it, not really doing anything to those assistants that seemed to really enjoy the experience of being bisected.

It had worked for her feet and her head, so why not?  She rubbed the cream into her waist after she repeated the process for her feet and head, wanting to have them separated again.

As soon as Carlie woke up the next morning, she knew it had worked.  She felt down her torso to her waist, clearly feeling that her hips were no longer there.  They were off on the side, as if they’d rolled there on their own.

And it felt so good. It felt incredible, being in pieces like that.  As Carlie started to put herself back together, she thought of something else. Why?  She liked this strange conglomeration of her body.  Nobody knew about it nobody would ever guess if she called in sick to work and enjoyed the whole day being separated into parts.

But, in thinking about getting breakfast, she knew it wouldn’t last.  She’d have to be back together in order to get things moving, but only for as long as she wanted to.

She did go to the online forum for this cream, complaining about the awful smell and was greeted with a response that the chemical smell would be replaced with something more floral in the final release.  Then she asked what the other testers had listed as side effects.

None of them had responded with the same condition, waking up in pieces.  Was it because she was the only one?  Or was it because nobody else wanted to share the experience?

But then Carlie had another wicked idea come to her as she went through her day.  Sure, she could keep doing that, rubbing in the cream where she wanted to be divided, but what would happen if she used the cream all over?

That one she’d have to wait for later.