Living Travels
Loosely based on my fave “Wacky Illusions.”
Carlie couldn’t wait to open the package. A couple of weeks ago she saw an advertisement for travel means that would only cost $200, and she ordered it. The sale spoke of being able to get where she wanted to go almost immediately. All that for that low price? It was a steal.
Now she had the box. It felt lighter than she expected, and as she opened it up, she was even more surprised. All it contained was a red box and an instruction sheet with only a few instructions she read. “Okay, put on what would be appropriate for your destination, place the box at your feet and say where you want to go. Living Travels will take care of the rest.”
She always wanted to visit Fiji, the tropical island paradise. She gathered what she’d need, then put on her bikini.
As she did this, placing the papers she’d need within reach, she laid down on her stomach, the box at her feet. “Take me to Fiji.”
Without warning at all, the box seemed to come to life. She heard a snarl as eyes popped open and the box opened up a maw of sorts. She barely had time to scream as it grabbed her feet.
But it didn’t hurt as it did so. It took another gulp up her ankles and still no pain. She kept hoping to feel something as it continued to eat her, yet somehow she felt her feet. They weren’t gone, just not attached. As the box took another bite, fully engulfing her lower legs, she tried wiggling her toes. Yes, they wiggled, she knew they did.
As it started on her thighs, she felt a wonderful sensation.
Carlie always knew she liked it when her lovers rubbed her thighs. This was no different, perhaps better. The sensations made her moan with such pleasure. Another gulp and it took her center of pleasure with it as she gasped, smiling big. It was incredible.
Another bite and it took off her butt and hips.
Here she was, halfway to Fiji, literally, and half here. The sensation was incredible.
But the box stopped. It sat there, growling at her as if satisfied. Was that it? “Keep going.”
No go. The box glared at her as if to say it would eat no more of her, only her lower half.
She managed to roll her upper half over, glaring at the box as, without warning, it shut its eyes and its mouth sealed shut again. It was again an ordinary box.
That couldn’t be right, not at all. With a little effort, she found the instructions.
There at the bottom of the paper, a tech support number. She got her phone and dialed it. After dealing with the automated system that directed her to the right person, she got through. “This is Living Travels. How can I help?”
She explained. “I just tried to use it, but the box only ate half of me and shut down.”
The CSR spoke in a soothing voice. “You must have only paid for the basic package. It allows one trip every 3 months, or else it goes into shutdown.”
“One trip?”
The CSR sounded like they were really trying to help. “Yes. If you waited until the 3 months, your other half can join.”
Carlie’s eyes rolled in disgust. “What if I don’t want to?”
The CSR sounded so delighted. “Well, for $10,000, I can upgrade you to the deluxe package and you can rejoin your lower half right away.”
$10,000? Was it a scam? “I’ll consider it.”
Before the CSR could respond with anything more, Carlie hung up. It sounded like such a scam. Here she was, stuck halfway here and halfway on Fiji, her two halves half a world away. Yet she wasn’t going to shell out that much money to rejoin her lower half.
Three months as only her upper half. She’d make it work somehow.
As she was living in halves, her lower half apparently getting a lot of attention while her upper half continued with her life, she began to realize there were benefits to being in halves. So much could get done. Yes, she could feel her lower half, feel when people touched her legs and such, but they stayed so far away. And her upper half was able to keep having a life.
As the three months finally passed and she was able to finally rejoin her lower half, she wasn’t sure she really wanted that anymore.