Tanning

Based, loosely, on both the “Nadia” series and “Relaxing in Half” in the faves folder.

 As Carlie walked into the room with the tanning beds, she realized someone was already in there.  Two of the three beds were powered on.  As she sat, waiting, though, she looked in and had to do a double take.

 The bed she looked into had a naked pair of legs and hips, but no top half.  There was no blood, no sign of a murder, and, as she watched, the leg twitched and bent as if it were still attached.

 That got her interested in what might be in the other bed as the alarm went off and both beds shut down. “Oh, that was good.”

 As a hand reached out of the other bed and opened it up, Carlie immediately recognized Nadia.  To say that Nadia was a woman that every guy dreamed of would be an understatement as her top half, also naked, smiled up at Carlie. “Would you mind getting my legs out.  I don’t want to be uneven.”

 Without really thinking, Carlie undid the latch on the other bed as it cycled off, watching as her legs kicked up, over the side of the bed, then stood on their own.  As they walked over, still without the top half, Nadia lifted up on her hands, clearly showing that she had no bottom half.  As soon as the legs were in position, Nadia raided her top half over them and let herself down, signing in relief.

 Carlie saw all this, still wondering what was going on as Nadia proceeded to act like it was something totally normal. “I’ll tell you what.  I’ll let you in on a little secret as I get dressed.”

 Carlie watched as she wrapped a towel around her ample busted whole body, gesturing for Carlie to follow.  As she did so, Nadia explained. “It was about 15 years ago, when I was 12.  You see, my dad was a real magician, not one of those hokey illusionists.  He taught me a lot of stuff and used both my mom and myself as assistants.  It was so much fun, knowing that nobody would ever figure out how, say, my head would be separated, floating over the audience, while my body sat there.  Nobody could ever figure it out.”

 That piqued Carlie interest. “Well, what happened?”

 Nadia signed as she found her locker and dropped the towel, giving Carlie another reason to envy her. “Well, as you can imagine, my dad had to be the one to put us back together like we were before.  But then there was the accident.”

 Nadia shuddered as she slipped her clothed on. “I wasn’t in the car, but I was driven to the hospital almost a half hour later.  There, I was told that my mom had been killed instantly.  There are some things that even magic can’t fix, and that my dad was going to go soon too.  They let me in to see him.”

 Nadia’s clothes did little to hide her voluptuous curves as she sniffled a little, wiping away an annoying tear. “As soon as I saw him, he asked me what I wanted, more than anything else.  I told him I wanted them both to survive, but he said that was something he couldn’t grant.”

 She smiled, adjusting her clothes a little more. “So I asked him for the one thing I thought he wouldn’t grant, the ability to separate my halves at will.  You should’ve seen it when he told me how I could, so I did.  And, ever since then, whenever something happens, like a creepy guy trying to hit me up at a theater, I just split in half and he’s soon running.”

 Carlie laughed at that, but had to know. “Can you make it so others can split in half at will?”

 Nadia looked her straight in the eye. “No, not at will, but I know how to make it so you can cheat and make it look like you can.”

 Two days later, Nadia met Carlie at her place, brandishing the last thing Carlie expected, but maybe the first thing she should’ve thought of, a large handsaw. “I never liked chainsaws.  Always too rough.  There are other saws, but handsaws always worked best when I had to use it.”

 Carlie had worked so hard, trying to find a way to do it.  She finally suggested, to Nadia, the coffee table, although Nadia suggested moving the ottoman next to it so there’d be a gap as Carlie laid down, her legs on the ottoman and her torso on the coffee table, her waist lining up nicely with the gap.  As Carlie gasped, realizing what she was about to do, Nadia smoothly spoke. “No worries.  Sure, there might be a little pain at first, but you’ll feel something wonderful later.  And, I promise, that wonderful feeling doesn’t go away when you’re split.”

 Carlie nodded. “Do it.”

 A moment later, she felt the pricks of the saw on her waist.  It seemed eerie, since they didn’t really hurt, just kind of prickly.  Then Nadia started.

A little pain?  Carlie had to fight from screaming as the fires tore through her. “It’s okay Carlie.  It’ll pass.”

She breathed hard as Nadia stroked the saw a second time.  The pain wasn’t as bad, but it still felt hot.  The third time, Carlie had to stop Nadia just for a moment.  As Nadia complied, pulling the saw away, Carlie felt where it had cut into her.  No blood, but Carlie could feel that eerie sensation, knowing there was a seam in her waist where the saw had cut into her. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Nadia placed the saw back in the seam as Carlie tensed, but, this time, there was no pain.  No discomfort.  She felt that the saw was definitely in her, and it actually felt good a couple of strokes later. “See, Carlie?  Told you.”

She realized she was smiling. “Just keep it up.”

Nadia smiled as she deepened the sawing. “I should probably tell you something, something I hadn’t realized until later.  Probably, but let’s save it.”

Carlie heard herself moaning in pure pleasure as the saw reached the halfway point, feeling it building up.  Something was going to happen soon and she knew it.  Anytime now.

As soon as Carlie felt Nadia start sawing into her spine, it hit.  Wave after wave of pure orgasmic energy washed over her.  She screamed again, shouting yes multiple times as the sensation pummeled her until she felt the saw leave the other side of her body.

As soon as she knew she was in halves, Carlie did a quick survey.  Yes, she felt fantastic, but the feeling grew even more intense as, without warning, Nadia pushed Carlie’s lower half away from the coffee table her upper half was on.  It took her by surprise, but it was so pleasant, so wonderful.  She struggled her upper half up, onto the coffee table, the cut end resting on it. “What was that?”

Nadia laughed, almost easily splitting herself in half again on Carlie’s sofa. “It does feel really good when we’re pushed apart, even better when it’s further apart.”

As Nadia walked her lower half around, Carlie managed to sit hers up. “Why can’t I…?”

Nadia put a hand up. “It takes practice.  But, for now, I can tell you this.  Whenever you want to appear like you’re in one piece, it’s easy to make that illusion happen.  But, whenever you want, you can still split.”

Carlie had another question. “You said you could do heads too?”

Nadia laughed, picking up her saw and placing it at the base of Carlie’s neck.

It was about a month later when Carlie looked around again, seeing that the others at the beach were all busy with their own things.  She knew what Nadia did for her was still there, knew that it could happen until, as Nadia told her, she grew tired of it or wanted it to stop.

But Carlie never wanted it to stop.  Soon, she found a private area and sat.  She still couldn’t do it, not as well as Nadia, but she sat, then laid down.  She took only a moment for her to pull herself apart, her waist giving a distinct pop as the wonderful feeling of being separated washed over her.  As she looked around again, she pushed her upper half further away, nearly moaning in pleasure at it.

A moment after that, she popped her head off, laying it, neck down, on her chest to keep watch, but feeling so good, feeling so relaxed.