The Volunteer
Based loosely on the Fave “the two parts of the little woman.”
Carlie stepped out of ht university lab in a dream state. She absently rubbed her tummy, remembering it all. Was it a dream? She kept walking, trying to find her car as she thought back.
It had all started about a month ago. She’d been looking for a way to make some extra cash when she spotted the ad on the university website. It called for volunteers for an unusual experiment, promising that, if selected, they’d get $10,000.
Of course she signed up. That kind of money would always be useful.
The email that followed specified that she’d have to be female, check, not greater than a certain height, check, in good physical shape, also check. She was instructed to go to the physics building on a specific date at a specific time for further tests.
Seemed easy enough. As soon as she went in, the receptionist, an attractive redhead woman, not much older than her, verified who she was before she let her back into the exam room. After taking some blood, they started asking her questions, questions about her fetishes, about her psychological and sexual history.
They told her they’d let her know.
She was called back in a couple more times, each time getting deeper questions, some that she found kind of creepy. She thought of the money and answered them.
Then, a couple of hours ago, she was told that, out of all the hundreds of girls that applied, she was the only one selected to participate in the experiment.
As soon as she went in, she met the professor running it. He seemed like the professor type. “Ah, you must be Carlie.”
She reached across and shook his hand, confirming it. “Go ahead, have a seat. Let me tell you what this is about.”
As she did so, he sat across from her. “For many years now, I’ve been interested in the kinds of phenomena that science has yet to explain. All through history, there have been many, many instances of strange events, things that cannot be rationally defined. Some might call it magic.”
That piqued Carlie’s interest as he went on. “Earlier this year, I came across a few references to certain tricks that magicians call illusion, but these can’t be easily explained by those who are in the know what to look for. So, I came up with this idea. What if it was real? What if the magic could really happen?”
He reached across and touched her hand. “Now, I want you to know that you have full rights to refuse this. It’s not a certain aspect and you need to give full consent. What I want to do is hook you up to all sorts of monitors and equipment before I cut you in half at the waist.”
It shocked her, that plan. Still, she’d seen the illusion a long time ago. It possessed her thoughts for so long, the idea of being divided into multiple parts. The girls in the illusions always seemed to be having a good time.
But what if it wasn’t real? What if something went wrong? Still…. The professor went on. “Take what time you need to decide, and we’ll…”
Carlie stopped him. “Let’s do it.”
It took about 20 minutes to get Carlie set up. As she entered the room, she’d already been wired for heart and brain monitoring and they had a small MRI machine ready to go. As they hooked all the sensors up, testing them and placing a blood pressure cuff on her, Carlie was instructed to lay down on a table. As she did so, they restrained her before the professor approached her. “That’s for your safety. Now you should know that one of the forms you signed stated that, should medical attention be given, it would be free of charge.”
Carlie steadied her breath. “How are we going to do this? Quick?”
The professor shook his head. “We need you to report everything you feel as this is happening, so it’ll be a slow sawing. Now, prepare yourself.”
He left and Carlie tried to know what to do. No matter what, she was going to be taken care of, so, if this didn’t work, she’d be okay. “I’m ready.”
She couldn’t see it, but she felt the prickles of the saw blade on her skin a moment later. “It’s interesting. I can feel the blade, but there’s only mild irritation, no pain.”
The professor’s voice came over. “Okay, here we go.”
She felt the rub of the blade and tensed up. It was a natural reaction as she felt that, but it didn’t hurt. A few strokes later and Carlie felt and reported the sensation that she knew she’d been cut. It still didn’t hurt, which surprised her.
A little while later, she knew it was through her skin. No pain, but an eerie sensation of something good on the horizon. What? As she continued to report her experiences of being sawn, the good feelings came and came on strong. The deeper the blade went into her body, the better it felt.
At about the halfway point, she started sighing and moaning in pure pleasure. These feelings were fantastic, like the most pleasurable trip to the spa or even the most divine chocolate. “Keep going.”
She felt the blade approaching her backbone as it kept getting better and better. As it reached her spine, a new, familiar sensation came up, one that she couldn’t help but moan for.
It started cutting through her spine and it felt like the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. It built up so much, so quick, as the blade cut through her that, when it finished, she full on orgasmed.
It was just a moment as the waves washed through her dividing body, but it felt like a blissful forever as the sensation rocked her. As the blade finished its cut, she gasped as the waves ended.
She knew she was in halves. There was no doubt. The professor’s voice came over. “That was interesting. What are you feeling now?”
Carlie reported as she caught her breath. “It’s so great, so fantastic. I know my body’s in two parts, but…”
She kicked her feet as if they were still attached. “...I can still feel it all. What’s next?”
Without warning, she felt her halves separate. The ecstasy threatened to explode through her it felt so good.
They performed several experiments, showing Carlie how they measured everything and showing the increase in dopamine that still pulsed through her truncated body. Then they reported that they’d have to record what happens when she’s reassembled. “Oh, do I have to?”
The professor laughed. “Well, yes. We have to take full readings.”
Somehow, they knew what to do and, as Carlie sat up, the professor promised her, after she got changed back, they’d let her know.
And, as Carlie left the place, she hoped, really hoped, they’d call her back in to do more tests.