Proof in the Pudding

This long-awaited story is loosely based on the fave reel “Those Are Mine?”

 Carlie huffed as she and Jess watched the magic show. “I can’t believe it.  How obvious can they be about how it works?”

 Jess looked at her for a moment. “C’mon Carlie..  Magic ias all about the suspension of disbelief.”

 As they watched a double-sawing in half illusion, Carlie let out a guffaw. “It’s so obvious.  Those two girls simply have the other one’s skirt on under their own as they curl up in the top.”

 Jess seemed to consider it for a moment. “But the boxes are so small.”

 Carlie had to explain how they really weren’t as small as they looked, but Jess had an idea. “What if we prove that it’s not fake?”

 Carlie laughed. “And how are we going to do that?”

 Jess’ eyes gleamed.  Carlie’s best friend for years had a penchant for getting her into mischief and this was no exception. “What if I can saw you in half?”

 Carlie rolled her eyes. “We don’t have a box or dividers or anything like that.”

 Jess smirked. “But I do have a saw that should do the trick.”

 Carlie sighed. “Very well.”

 After a few minutes of rearranging everything, Carlie lay over a gap between two coffee tables, her waist in line with the gap.  Jess had her handsaw, looking as sharp and as mean as ever, so Carlie had a second thought. “What if you really hurt me?”

 Jess patted her head. “Don’t worry.  If it doesn’t work, I’ll stop before I draw any blood.”

 With that reassurance, Carlie sighed. “Okay.  Before I change my mind.”

 She felt the saw touch her bared skin.  The prickles felt interesting, not really sharp but definitely there.  Jess took a deep breath. “Okay, here I go.”

 She drew the saw back and Carlie felt it immediately.  There was a little pain, but also a little pleasure.  Something about this felt good.  That made no sense.  Jess looked into her eyes. “Should I keep going?”

 She was never sure what made her do it, but Carlie nodded.  Jess pushed the saw forward then back again.  Less pain this time, but Carlie knew the saw had pierced her middle.  It felt so good.  She had to stop herself from sighing in pleasure at that as Jess kept up the sawing.

 Carlie felt the saw inside her.  She knew where it was as the pleasure kept increasing.  With each stroke of the saw, she felt herself building up to something.

 As she felt that, she wondered.  Here she was, formerly a doubter, really being cut in half by her best friend.  It seemed ironic somehow.

 Jess reached Carlie’s spine and slowed down for a bit.  Carlie urged her on, wanting to feel this so much.  As Jess sawed a little further, she started moaning in pleasure.  She couldn’t help herself.  It felt so good, so primal, so erotic.

 As Jess completed sawing through her spine, Carlie fully orgasmned.  She honestly felt it rock her bisected body as Jess finished the sawing.  She screamed in agonized ecstacy, that wonder filling her up even though she was halved.

 As the climax ended, Carlie knew.  She could feel it.  Her body was cut in half, but she thought she could still feel her legs and feet.  She twitched them and thought she could feel them.

 Was it real or was it phantom?  She had to know. “Jess, help me.  I want to see my feet.”

 Jess was able to flop Carlie’s top half next to her bottom half. “Wait, I have an idea.”

 Without warning, she pushed the table containing Carlie’s halves up to the wall.  Carlie instinctively winced, but wondered for a moment.  Her two halves were flush with the wall now, the waist ends touching it.

 So strange but so good, feeling that wall where it shouldn’t be.  She remembered why she wanted to be this way as she reached out and stroked her feet beside her.  With wonder, she felt the softness and the tickliness as if they were still attached.

 But they couldn’t be.  Her halves were against a wall.  Still, she lifted a knee up, laughing as she did so.  The surreal sensation felt so incredible.

 Jess pushed her table back, helping her top half back over. “Okay, let’s get you back together for my turn.”

 As they pressed her halves together, Carlie didn’t feel anything. “Uh.”

 They hadn’t rejoined. “Jess, what’s wrong?”

 Jess had no idea.