"I want you to turn me into a sex toy," Alison told me, a little smile playing over her attractive features.

"Is that right?" I asked her. "Why, exactly, would you want me to do that?"

"I want to know what it would be like."

"Isn't that a little, I don't know, demeaning?"

She smiled and shook her head no, her long blonde ponytail swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

"Have you ever had the urge to jump off a bridge or the top of a building?" she asked after a second. "And I don't mean, like, climb to the top of one and jump off and kill yourself. I mean when you're standing there, and you have that idle thought."

"I don't see how this is relevant," I told her, “But yes. I ignore it, though."

"Right. We all have impulses to do stupid or unnatural things. I have the stupid or unnatural urge to be turned into a sex toy."

"What, like a dildo or something?"

"No," she said, sounding slightly frustrated. "Not like that. Something like a pocket pussy or a sex doll, but nothing inanimate, mind you."

"I think I see where you're coming from. It still doesn't make sense. You're a very attractive woman. You can nab a handsome man and have him do anything to you. If you're looking to be used just date an asshole. It will probably be very similar."

"No," she said again, slightly more emphatically. "I'm talking about something else. I want him to be in control."

"Bondage, then. "

"No, I want to feel like an object…a thing to be used."

"And, why?"

"Look, are you going to help me or not? I can pay you or whatever if that's the problem.”

This time I shook my head. "No. I'm just trying to understand why you want to do this."

She sighed and looked away. "Because I do, okay?"

"If that's what you want," I shrugged. "Who am I to argue with what a woman wants?"

Alison smiled and her green eyes lit up. "Thank you. When can we do this?"

“Now, if you want. My schedule's free."

"Okay, good," she said, looking around my living room. "Where do you want to start?"

"With your arms."

She shot me a look. "I mean, where in your house, but okay. Do I need to get undressed or anything?"

I waited a moment, considering. How many times does an attractive woman come over and offer to strip? Not enough. "If you want," I finally answered. "You can stay dressed for most of this or strip down to your underwear or strip completely. It's up to you. Based on your request I'm guessing that you're not shy about your body. But, like I said, it's your choice."

"I'll just strip to my underwear then."

There was a short pause while Alison waited for me to turn around while she took her clothes off. I didn't. She fidgeted a little then slipped her tight white tank top over her head. The little charm dangling from her navel piercing swung back and forth as she stood up from the couch and tossed her shirt on the floor. Her shorts soon followed.

"Okay, I'm ready."

She was nervous. She was also determined to go through with this. She crossed her arms loosely in front of her, nicely framing her breasts. She idly ran one of her hands up and down her other arm. In a few seconds she wouldn't be able to do that anymore.

"Relax," I whispered in her ear as I stepped around behind her. I reached around to her front, grabbed both of her wrists, and pulled her arms behind her. She took a quick breath, almost a gasp, in anticipation. Then, before she could have any second thoughts, I pushed. I felt the warm tingle in my hands as the power flowed from my hands and into her body. Her arms became fluid, and were drawn back into her shoulders. Her fingers splayed out and tried to grab at me or anything else. A moment later, her arms were gone. I ran my hands over her shoulders and back, smoothing out the errant bumps and wrinkles, then stepped back.

Alison spun to face me and glared. "You could have given me a little bit more of a warning," she snapped.

"I will next time," I promised.

She didn't look completely convinced. Her stare lingered a second longer before she turned her attention to her now armless shoulders.

"I can't believe it's so easy for you to do this."

"I just make it look easy," I smiled. "It's actually quite difficult."

Alison didn't answer. She was examining the flawless skin where her arms had been just a moment before. It was almost like she was looking for the trick-the trap door that her arms were hiding under. But we both knew that it wasn't any kind of trick. Her arms were completely gone.

"Should we keep going or do you want some time alone?" I asked her, breaking a silence that had grown far too long.

"Yes," she said, a little breathlessly, startled by my voice. "Keep going."

I faced Alison. Standing nearly toe to toe, I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Get ready," I said before pushing down with as much force as I could muster. I felt the tingle again as I exerted myself. The power spread to her hips and thighs, beginning the second stage of her transformation. I was being a little creative in the execution of her desires, but my skill set is of a particular pattern.

Alison opened her mouth in surprise as her legs vanished into her body. She quickly dropped in height from her usual five-six to four, then three.  Her legs were completely gone.

 Alison looked good as a limbless torso. Her corners were smooth and rounded, without a hint of scars or any trace that such perfect shapes had ever been cluttered up with anything so long and dangly as arms or legs.

"Yep."

I moved my hands carefully from her shoulders to her waist and picked her small body up, setting her helpless form on the couch. She squirmed a little and looked at her legless hips.

"Wow, look at me," she said quietly, the weirdness finally catching up with her. “I’m a quadruple amputee!”

“Actually, no, you are not an amputee. As far as your physiology goes right now, you never had limbs. In fact, your brain lacks the ability to sense or control limbs. It’s part of the transformation.”

                She looked at her empty shoulders, leaned forward a little and checked out her hips, then met my eyes again. She glanced over at the door, where she kicked off her sandals when she came in. “I can’t remember wearing anything on my feet when I came over. This is so weird. “

                “Like I said, as far as your body goes, right now you never had limbs. You have always been a limbless torso. Until I make them come back, that is.” I held up a finger and waited until she stopped checking out her body and met my gaze.” There is a danger, if we end up doing this on a regular basis, that your body will ‘set’ in the changed configuration, and it will become permanent.”

                “Would that be so bad?” she whispered, almost to herself.

                “That is up to you. For now, I will finish what we started here, and we will have a longer talk later about the further implications and risks if we do this again. I just want to make sure you understand.”

                 There was a look in her eyes, a need. Her facial expression said fuck the consequences, I want this. She wanted to go further, and luckily, so did I.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Were you going to do anything else?"

“Yes. Since you said you wanted no control, a tool, I was going to vanish your head."

Her eyes widened even more than they did at the start. "Good. That's what I was thinking about. Just my tits and pussy, nothing else. And I did mention payment, right?"

"I said that wasn't necessary."

"Yes, but I said that I wanted to be used, right?" She looked around. "I don't see anyone else to do the using, do you?" She turned that incredible smile on me again. "So, use me already. This is my fantasy we're talking about. Use me."

“Right you are," I said as I steadied her with one hand on her shoulder and the other on the top of her head. She squirmed a little on the couch, adjusting her body as much as she could.

She looked up at me and smiled.  "Kiss me; you fool, before you lose the chance."

Finally realizing that there was something else here besides simple friendship, after knowing Alison and being friends for five years, I kissed her for the first time. Our lips locked together, and her tongue aggressively searched for and got a response from mine. She tasted like cherries and chocolate. Finally, after an eternity and a second, I pulled away.

"Ready when you are."

Alison laughed, her eyes glinting. "Do it."

                The tingle surged again as I pushed down hard on the top of her head, and it sank into her torso, swallowed up like her arms and legs had been. I ran my palm from shoulder to shoulder, smoothing the space between flat and stepped back to admire my handiwork. Alison's headless, limbless body sat on my couch, quivering a little in excitement and anticipation. There was a wet spot on the crotch of her panties. Oh, yes, she was ready.

Without her arms or head in the way, her bra flicked right off, revealing her perfect breasts. I pinched her left nipple lightly, and both sprang erect. I sat down next to her, after ridding myself of clothes, and lifted her gently into my lap, leaving her panties on for now. I always enjoyed foreplay, and I didn't want to rush this.

I started at her left shoulder, just lightly kissing where her arm had been, and worked my way slowly along her clavicle. I slipped my hands between us, and gently cupped her breasts where they pressed into my chest, my thumbs teasing her rock-hard nipples. When I reached her right shoulder, I pushed her upright, so I could take her right nipple between my teeth, sucking and kneading with my tongue. She rocked back and forth, rubbing my erect cock with her labia through the now thoroughly soaked panties. I kissed up and down her sides, balancing her with my hands at her waist. I could feel her intense arousal.

Her body was perfect, her skin soft and warm under my hands. The blooming blush of excitement pinked her skin across her breasts and upper chest. I could feel the soft gasps as I slowly traced my fingers up and down her sides. When I hit her shoulders she gave a small jerk, as new nerves reacted to my touch. I swirled a fingertip across her shoulders, stopping where her head and neck used to be, and she almost jumped off my lap in sudden intense arousal.

I sat her down beside me on the couch and stood up. Alison suddenly arched her back, pushing her perfect ass into the cushions and her high cut panties popped right off, easy to do when you don’t have legs.

Picking her up, gently cradling her perfect torso in my arms, I carried her into the bedroom and laid her down in the center of my bed. I climbed on top of her and as the head of my penis brushed along the empty flat line of skin between her shoulders; my tongue flicked the hard knot of her clitoris.

She arched her back and thrashed from side to side as she came. Given her reductions and the hypersensitivity I knew they caused, I wasn’t surprised. I kept licking and after she came two, or three more times, then I was ready. I swung around, and balancing on my left hand and legs, I guided myself into her soft warm folds and just rubbed the head up and down for a moment before plunging all the way in. I took it slow, got a good rhythm going and kissed the empty space where her head had been with each thrust. She came three more times before I felt the pressure build into a crescendo and burst, curling my toes as I came deep inside her.

I lay down beside her, spooning quite comfortably, her smooth, headless shoulders framed by my arm as my legs, bent at the hip, rested along her tight ass. Her skin was flushed and glistened with sweat, as did mine. She wiggled a little, drawing closer to me, as close to an embrace as she could manage without limbs.

We cuddled like that for a while, cooling down and dozing a bit. When I reached over Alison's torso for one of my errant pillows, my arm brushed her breasts and once again, her nipples sprang to hard, erect life. Well, she is my toy, for now, anyway, so I climbed back on top, and my cock already hard again, her warmth practically sucked me back inside her. Without her legs in the way, it felt like I was going all the way to her cute, pierced navel with each thrust. She arched her back under me as I pounded away. This time, I focused on my needs, but from the amount of limbless thrashing under me, Alison seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was. Maybe she'll want to do this again. Maybe she'll want to stay like this. This was the most I'd used my power at once. Maybe I can't change her back. The thought that she might be a headless, limbless torso forever was enough to shove me over the brink again, hard. I pulled out and kissed her silky soft, damp skin, starting at her navel and tracing a line with my lips and tongue up between her breasts to her headless shoulders.

My house has a large in floor bathtub. I rarely use it, preferring the shower, but tonight, I felt like we could really use a bath. Besides, Alison's seen my tub before and commented that it was wasted in a guy's place. I left her in the middle of my king size and turned on the water. I didn't have any bath soap, so I poured a generous portion of my shampoo in the water, and as the tub filled, I went back to my bed and got Alison.

I held her tightly as we slipped into the hot, soapy water and relaxed, Alison settling comfortably into my lap. We soaked quietly for a while until the water started to cool, then I picked her up and, leaving a sudsy trail of footprints, walked briskly to the shower to rinse off.

After, dried, dressed and very satisfied, I sat Alison's naked body on the couch, about where we had started. I placed my hand flat in the middle of her shoulders and focused on her face. After a minute, I felt the skin under my hand start to swell and expand as her head started to grow out of her body. After a minute Alison's head took shape with one slight difference. Finally, she was lying on the couch, panting slightly and completely bald. I left my hand on her smooth scalp as I sat next to her. She smiled up at me tiredly.

“That was amazing. Thank you.”

“You are welcome. My pleasure.”

"So, next weekend, you up for this again?"

“We’ll need to talk first.”