I've never been more bored in my life than I am now. There is nothing on the television, no good internet articles to read, and all my usual friends are often doing their own thing while I'm at home banging my head against a desk. I don't feel like going out anywhere, it is way too hot to leave my somewhat nice air conditioned room. Here I am, sitting at my desk, refusing to do anything. And yet, I'm just craving any sort of stimulation. What is a man to do? I look about my room for things I can accomplish. There are video games I could play. However, I beat them all and the new games all come out in the fall. Stupid summer game drought. I then hear chatter outside my window. Perhaps I can just bug the people around me in hopes of maybe finding someone new to hang out with? Oh wait, I forgot I'm socially awkward and can't get the courage utter two words to a stranger.
Oh, I know! I'll write a story. It's a good way to creatively drain my brain until something else happens. I pick up my pencil to write something down. It takes me a good minute to realize that a computer would be so much better for this. After tossing my pencil to the ceiling only to see I failed to get it stuck in there, I unfold my laptop and load up my word processor. There I sat, staring at the blank page before me. What do I write about? Maybe a journal of my day. Nah, that's too boring. Quickly I decide to minimize the word processor and browse the net for inspiration. There is always an action sci-fi story I've dreamed to one day write. There could be space pirates and robots! Nah, I lack the drive to devote myself into anything more than a short story. Who has time to develop characters? I check my bookmarks for some more ideas. Oh hey, I could do something hot, sexy even! I got it now, a cute love story between and man and a women who just met but knew their feelings to be true at first sight. And then they bone. I am a genius. Maybe I can incorporate my strange and unusual fetish within the text. I know of a small group online who are also into that sort of thing, so I can make a name for myself among that community.
But before I can even type the first word to my smut, there was knocking on my door. Who could it be? All my friends are busy, plus they usually just walk in. I carelessly leave my laptop open, I have nothing to hide, and get up to answer the door. On my way, I peek my head out the window to see a familiar large, brown truck. Oh boy, oh boy! A package for me! Wait a minute, I didn't order anything. Cautiously, I open the door in front of me to find a man clad in brown shorts and hat holding a package. It looked slightly larger than a bread box. Did I just really make that analogy?
After nodding, smiling, signing for the package and not saying a single word throughout all that, I close the door behind me and carry the brown box to my desk. I inspect the box carefully all around, and strangely enough, there was no return address. I mean mine was there, but who was the sender? I do my best to open the box right away, but guess who can't get through that damn tape. Shortly after a quick trip to the kitchen to fetch a knife, I cut the tap along the edges and open the mysterious package. Inside there were tons of those little foam peanuts. I have a love/hate relationship with these things. But what's this? There is a note on the top of it all. I pick up the piece of paper and began to read it.
"Greetings Sean!
I heard you were bored, so I decided to spice up your life with a bit of me. I hope you don't mind this spontaneous gift. I hope to get you something special each week, every Tuesday. Eventually we'll meet face to face, but until then, enjoy your gifts!
Amy"
Oh goody, I have a stalker, that's great. Well at least it's a girl stalking me. I could use more female interaction, even if it's from a creepy stalker lady who is apparently spoiling me for no reason. There wasn't much time for me to dwell on that thought, though. I just saw the peanuts move. Dear lord, I hope this isn't some sort of attack animal or something. Heck, any sort of animal would be bad, I don't like pets. With as much distance I can get between me and the box, which is a lot since I grabbed broom, and I oh so carefully tip the box over on it's side. The peanuts spilled across my desk. At first I saw nothing other than foam, but in the depth of the peanuts, I found a white thing pop out. Oh no, it is an animal! Crap! Wait a minute. This isn't animal I had ever seen before.
With the broomstick, I push away the foam peanuts from the mysterious object. I am shocked to find a foot, with toes, and toenails. Am I seeing this right? I move in and dig though the box. There was another foot, it's pair I'm assuming. These things were actually moving too. Toes were wiggling and soles were stretching. The skin felt so real, it was a warm foot. I put the foot down next to it's match and set them up straight, in order of course. I'm watching these disembodied feet move about as if they were trying to show off to me. Yep, this is real. My strange and unusual fetish has come true somehow, kind of. It's no secret (on the internet anyways) that I have grown a fascination with the thought of women who can magically go to pieces and stuff like it. There's a name for it, but I don't feel like dropping it. Unfortunately for me, Amy started at the wrong end. I know so many guys out there who would instantly go crazy over this, but I don't like feet.
I'm not going to look a gifted horse in the mouth, however. This really is the most amazing thing that could happen to me. I'm not even going to question the logic behind this. How can I? I don't think feet can provide any answers for me. So I decided to clean up my desk from all the foam stuff while the feet sit idly there. I do have questions, lots of them. I'm just going to have to wait for something that can give me answers one day.
So I got the box stored away in my closet and return to my desk. There they are, feet. What do I do with them? I pick one up, the left I believe, and I do my best to admire it. It was a pretty good looking foot. Smooth as silk skin, milky white complexion, and even a good shape to it. The foot was kind of small. I have no idea if that's a good thing or not. What do foot fetishists look for in a foot? What I assume is Amy's foot starts to wave her toes up to me. It is so strange that she is reacting to my actions. With my thumbs, I start to rub her soles. I might not like feet, but I love making people happy. Hopefully Amy enjoys a good foot massage. My mind is just running wild with ideas and thoughts. It's like I am writing my own story and I'm making myself win everything ever. Oh wow, I wonder what Amy looks like now.
Over the week, I found myself orbiting my daily routine around Amy's feet. During the mornings I would pull them out of a pair of my socks, I didn't want her to have cold feet. I would carry the feet around everywhere I went. Sometimes in my hands, sometimes in my pockets. In all honesty, I wanted to show them off, these were awesome. But none of my friends were available to hang out, so I guess that just meant more for me. During the day I would take Amy's feet for a drive. They would sit in the passenger seat as I would occasionally pet them. Whenever I ate meals, I kept her feet on the table. Damn the rules! I do what I want! I would browse the web with her feet in my lap. Heck, I would even just spend time purely just to focus on her feet. Man I wished next Tuesday would come sooner. I'm filled with so much hype.
And then it came. It's finally here. It's Tuesday! Yes! I grabbed Amy's feet from the socks and dived my way to the couch. All day I waited, petting and massaging her feet. What time is? Should the delivery guy be here by now? Hell, what time was it when he arrived last week? And then it happened. My word, did it happen. Three knocks on the door. Yes! Quickly I set the feet down on my desk and rush too the door. I greeted the delivery guy, signed for the package, took the box, and turned on my heels as I close the door with my foot. I think I literally glided on my toes as I carry the box over to my desk. This box was much larger than before, a real armful! Effortlessly, I take a knife and cut through the tape. I'm greeted by the familiar note on foam peanut scene from last time, just with a bigger box. Once again I pick up the note to read.
"Greetings Sean!
I can really tell you liked my last gift. I'm glad! I am having as much fun as you are. And I must thank you for not making me laugh my ass off from tickling. But now another week is upon us and here is my next gift for you. Just remember, some assembly required."
Amy"
This is great, I don't even need to dig through the box to know what I got. Of course I did it anyways. I reach in and carefully hold the long object from within. From the sea of foam, I pull out a slender pale leg. Minus the foot. It's so strange to hold this. I thought it would be limp and easy to hold, but to my surprise, this leg was shifting and flexing muscles. Just like a real leg. Oh, it is a real leg, that's right. I put down the milky white leg on the desk and dig out it's mate. Oh man, I just ran into a bit of a dilemma here. Which leg was which? I rest the legs together and examine them careful. I even lifted my shorts a bit to take a look at my own. After much research, I studied her knees and ankles to determine which was left and right. I pick up the Amy's left foot and, with my careful hands, inch it to the bottom of what I assumed is the left leg until finally making contact. And with that, I let go. I watch the foot drop down to the desktop. I grit my teeth and picked up the foot again. Quickly, I put her foot onto the other leg and watch as the seam disappears. Right, they connected. It's good to know that parts can only connect to where they belong. That will make the future easier for me.
So with both legs properly assembled, I stand them up on my desktop. Wow, they're actually standing up straight, though it's obvious she is trying to keep balance. Man, did she have some wonderful legs. I might not be a foot guy, but I love a good pair of legs! They were so long, silky smooth and slender. I glide my finger tips along her thighs, I could see Amy's skin react to my touch. I smile and continue to pet them. This could go on forever, but then it hit me. I need to wait another week for the next pieces of her. Does that mean I need to…?
After a few days, I notice stubble. I groan and moan as I make my way to the local drugstore, but on the inside I'm laughing at the situation. Making sure to leave her legs covered in the back seat, I go in to make the purchase of a woman's razor and other lady products, just in case. I make my quick retreat back to my place and rush all I have into the bathroom. This is like surgery. I carefully take the razor after getting Amy's leg wet and take the blade to it. I'm so nervous right now, but I haven't nicked her yet. That's good, right? Can I even cut her? I mean would it just come off as a piece with no blood? Am I simply "magically detaching" the hair from her leg? Well to be sure, I'm being as careful as my hands can humanly be. I'm not making any risks here. Finally, I got her milky smooth legs back to how I found them. I'm actually quite proud of my work, and she didn't seem to be in any sort of pain. Just to be sure, however, I made sure to spend the rest of my night rubbing her feet. I didn't want there to be any hard feelings between us.
Ah, a new week, a new Tuesday! I have to say, actually having to keep up with Amy's legs hygiene really helped to kill the time. I would even go as far to say that I've gotten really good at shaving someone else's leg! Just as long as said leg isn't attached. I was lost in admiring Amy's long pair of limbs, that I almost didn't notice the knocking at the door. Okay, that's a lie, I was so prepared for it. This time I kept her legs on the couch as I get the door. I exchange pleasantries with the delivery guy, sign for the package and wished him a good day while closing the door behind me. This box was rather long, but not as long as the previous one. I put the box down on my desk, cut the tape and open it. Ah, I almost love this sight as much as the excitement for what surprise waits for me under the note.
"Greetings Sean!
That was some fast thinking. I totally forgot it takes work to keep my legs the way they are. Sorry about that! Don't worry, you didn't hurt me with the razor. Did you practice? Anyways, I hope you like my next gift. Don't ask how I did it!
Amy"
I was already holding her left arm while reading her letter. I could tell it was her left because her left hand was stroking my chin as I was reading. It was good to know I didn't have to wait another week for her hands or arms to come separately. While I was far from having the complete Amy with me, I'm glad to finally have a part of her that can communicate with more than just slight wiggles. While I hold her arm by the bottom (I think?), I reach up and give her index finger a slight squeeze between my own fingers. As I let go, she twirls her wrist about and then gives me a thumbs up. Success! I can now get a clear opinion from her. Though she can't hear me, I can at least start to do something and wait for her to properly react now. This is really exciting for me! I decide to examine her arms a little more. I was shocked to find a red tattoo on what I assume would be her shoulder. It was like a tribal swirl in completely red ink. It was very striking in contrast with her pure white skin. I didn't find Amy to be the tattoo type. I even checked her other arm, and there was a matching design on her right shoulder. It was actually very attractive the more I admired it. I think I'm really going to like this Amy gal.
The following week was odd. Not bad, just odd. Now with Amy's arm here, I have shift focus between the two pairs of limbs. Sometimes I would play with her legs the way I would last week. But at times I felt bad for focusing just on them. So I would spend time with her arms. We would do things like thumb wrestle and trace each other's lines on our hands. Eventually I found a way to enjoy both pairs. I would keep her legs in my lap as I would hold her hand. She did have the softest hands. This was my favorite time of the day, just relaxing with no care in the world.
Boy, did that week go by fast. I was having a blast with Amy, I wasn't even sitting on the edge of my seat to wait for the next delivery. This was the most relaxing week so far. But the eventual knock on the door came and the rush of hype filled me up again! I leave Amy's bits on the couch to fetch the new gift. I greet Bill as usual, sign for the package and wave him so long while turning back into my place. I use my box cutter to open the rather large, but not long box on my desk. I smile while reading the new note from Amy.
"Greetings Sean!
Wow, has it really been a month since we started this fun little game? This has been a blast! I think it's time to take our relationship to the next level… Just remember, what goes on can also come off. And make sure to have fun!
Amy"
Well, that note was a bit confusing. I know that Amy can be a little mysterious at times, but that was just plan cryptic. Or maybe I'm just thinking way too much into this. I reach into the box of mystery only to be surprised. It was squishy! Squishy? Oh man, was this what I think it is? I continue to feel inside with both my hands until finally finding a pair of firm spots to hold on to. What I find is exactly what it felt like. In my hands is a bust. A chest. An upper torso. A nice pair of boobs in the open. She gave me her completely naked upper body. My jaw dropped in aw as I held her up by the shoulders. Her neck poked up from the top while she seems to end mid waist at the bottom. Did I mention she had fantastic knockers? I mean these things were easily the best looking double Ds I have ever seen. Uh, well that's just a guess. I don't know bra sizes by heart, but they were rather large. I was not expecting that.
As I set her bust down on my desk, I take a seat and start to admire her form. I ran my hand on the top of her abs, which were very smooth and flat. This woman stays in shape. And she's stalking me with magical fetishes? I did win everything ever. My hands glide up her sides as her body squirms a bit. Her breast bounced about slightly. I think she was giggling. Suddenly I remembered the rest of her. I quickly leave my seat and scoop up her arms. Without any hesitation, I connect both arms in their correct place. Amy's upper body stretched out her arms and then rested her hands on my desk. This sight was amazing. What do I do now? I'm honestly speechless! I shake my head a bit to regain composure. I noticed she was pointing to her own chest. As if to ask "Why aren't you playing with these yet?". I didn't want to disappoint the one third of a lady. Carefully, I inch my hands closer, hovering my hands over her breast. Soon I could feel her nipples against my own palms. I look up to her, well just her neck, for any sort of reaction. Amy gave me the two thumbs up while perking her chest out to me. This is where I grin evilly and face plant into her cleavage. That's right, I motor boated that, hardcore. She just patted my head to insure she was having fun too.
It wasn't until the next day I remembered to admire her lovely form completely. Turns out she had another tattoo on her back. The same red ink, but this time in swirling flames to form a circle. It was rather cool. I would trace my fingers along the markings at times. Amy seemed to enjoy it. I also discovered what she meant by "what goes on can also come off" too. As it turns out, I could still take off her arms if I wanted too. I sometimes did this to rub her back. Her bust sat on my lap while her arms would rub my own shoulders. Sounds like a good saying. It's not shocking to say the legs got less attention, but I didn't neglect them. I made sure to keep them nice and smooth. And as it turned out, I needed to do the same for under her arms. That is… less appealing than her legs, needless to say, but it needed to be done. Other than that, the week was mostly filled with loving cuddles. That wasn't entirely the week, however. It wasn't until Sunday night that Amy encouraged me to… Well, push to the next level. While resting on the couch that night, she unbuckled my belt and worked her way into my pants. I won't go into the gory details, but let's just say she worked me up with more than just her hands. It was simply bliss.
After one last round, I heard a knocking on my door. Whoa! It was Tuesday already? Well I'll be, Amy really knew how to make time fly. I cleaned us off, made sure Amy's upper body was dry, and set her down on my couch with her legs. I made sure I was decent and answered the door. I was happy to see Bill again, I asked him about his kids and wife. Things were going pretty good for him too. I signed for my package, wished him well, and went on my way to open my package. On my way to the desk, I give Amy a kiss on the neck as she gave me a hug in return. I opened the box up and read the note.
"Greetings Sean!
Wow! You have so much vigor! That last week was certainly the most intense so far. It fills me with joy to know that we can be together like this. I didn't even realize that there's more of me with you than with me right now! There's only one last week after this, I hope to meet your friends soon. I'm especially eager to meet you face to face! Until then, make this week the most intense one yet!
Amy"
I set her note down and reach inside the box. I grab onto the firm sides of what's inside and pull out what I was expecting. Here in my hands, I hold Amy's most intimate piece. These were her naked hips. I admired her lovely shape. Dang, she had a nice rear end. I noticed a bit of leg coming from her hips, like stumps. It was actually pretty cute. I turn to face the front side of her hips. Completely smooth. At first this was extremely sexy to me, but then that quickly turned to "Great, another place to shave.". And I'm pretty sure I would have to be extra careful here! Well maybe not…
I return to the couch and sit between Amy's legs and upper body. Her hips rest in my lap as I grab one her legs. Quickly had both of her legs connected and her lower half sat on top of me. So hot. Then I grab her upper body by under her arms and carefully connect her. And there we have the completely body of Amy! Sans head. Amy adjusted herself on my lap, the feel of that lovely bum on my lower regions was amazing. She swings her legs to one side and wraps her arms over my shoulders. Aw, how cute is she? Amy nuzzled her neck into mine as I pet her thigh. I felt so good just being with her, even if she was headless.
The week was… Holy crap was this week intense. The following night we had sex for the first time, together. Not just her pleasuring me. Word cannot explain how it felt. So I won't. Use your own imagination. While that night was full of romance and love, the following nights were purely insane. Bits and pieces of Amy were all over the place. She kept coming apart, put back together and taken apart again. We did so many crazy positions, every night provided something new. This all went on until Saturday. As it turns out, my friends were finally back in town. Amy's parts weren't in the room when they just walked in. Thank goodness we were taking a break. I'm sure any other person would try and hide this weird scene from the whole world. I didn't feel like doing this. Instead, I took my friends out to the mall. We visited several stores while I slyly bought several articles of clothes. When we got back, snuck away to my bedroom, quickly reassembled Amy's body, and got her properly dressed. She seemed confused about being dressed, as if she expected just to be my headless sex doll the whole week. That was odd, but kind of hot. But that is not how view Amy. To show this to her, I brought her headless body, properly dressed now, and introduced Amy to my friends. Yeah, they freaked out, but as things settled, they became more accepting of the situation. I showed the notes she wrote. Well most of them, not the naughty ones. I made sure to do my best to make Amy comfortable too. Turns out she was shy, even without a head.
Eventually I decided to call it a night with my friends. I didn't want Amy to feel awkward at all. So they left, and the crazy fall apart sex weekend continued. Man, I didn't even know I had this kind of stamina!
So here it is! The last week of Amy's gifts. This was it, the biggest and most important gift of them all! I was actually nervous this time around. Butterflies in my stomach and all that crazy stuff. I was going to spend the day waiting with her body on the couch, but her headless form insisted we had one last fling. How could I refuse? With perfect timing, I heard a knock on the door just as we finished. I cleaned off and got dressed. Amy's body was cleaning herself off, something I'm thankful she can do herself now, as I left to great the delivery man. I open the door to see Bill with a rather odd look on the face. He tells me that he's a bit worried with this package. That it might be haunted because he could hear moaning the whole way here. I merely laughed and wished him a good day.
I walk over to my desk with the box. I caught Amy's body sitting on my desktop, still in the nude and holding the box cutter. I give her a kiss on the neck and take it from her hand. Carefully, I cut the tape and open the box slowly. This is it, the big moment. I gulp and look down into the box. There was a piece of paper, but nothing written on it. This was confusing. I lift up the paper and look at it. Nothing at all. Finally I look down to see a smiling face surrounded by packing peanuts. All I heard was a sweet, soft voice.
"Greetings Sean!"