"Can you two PLEASE slow down?"

"We told you not to wear heels, Rachel. If you think it's a struggle to walk in them now, it's only going to be worse later," said Liz.

"I already told you I'm only here to watch tonight! You told me I don't have to do anything!"

Jasmine and Liz laughed. "We know you don't have to," said Liz.

"But you are going to want to," said Jasmine, as she looked back at Rachel with a smile that reached her eyes. Jasmine was wearing a sleeveless maroon turtleneck top that hugged her shapely figure. Of the three girls, her breasts were the largest, last measured as an F-cup. She wore a knee-length white skirt around her slim waist and small but tight butt. She had on black flats that matched her deep black hair. Her eyes were a glowing topaz that could pierce a room. At this moment, they were piercing Rachel's gaze.

Rachel looked down and kept pumping her legs to keep up. Her black 4-inch heels shone with the same luster as her short tight leather skirt that barely covered her unbelievable rear end. She wore a loose-fitting long sleeve white blouse opened deeply at the neck. Her black push up bra showed through her top and gave her petite chest a chance at drawing attention. Rachel's styled and curled hair was dyed blonde all the way to the roots. Ignoring her friends response, she asked them, "Are we almost there?"

"Just a few doors away," said Liz. Her brunette hair was styled in a short bob. Her outfit was simple; A pair of jeans tight enough to show her ass without choking her legs, a plain green v-neck t-shirt, and flip flops. Her figure was well-rounded, but not conventionally beautiful. It was her bubbly nature and confidence that took everyone's attention.

They turned up the walkway of a two-story row home in the middle of the block. The front door was open and showed a small foyer with the door to the inside closed. The girls stepped in to the foyer to see a large, bearded man sitting on a blue love seat. His body took up most of both cushions.

"Hey Liz! AND Jasmine? So good to see you!" He opened his arms wide and had a grin that showed his teeth. Jasmine stepped in and gave him a cordial hug. Liz jumped right on his lap.

"Paste! I missed you," Liz said, as she put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "Are you feeling better?"

Paste blushed and replied, "Yes, thanks! Even better now thanks to you." He put his beefy arm around her waist before looking up at Rachel. "Hello there! I'm Paste, nice to meet you." He offered his free hand to her.

She reached out and shook his hand. "Rachel," she replied.

"She's new to this whole thing," said Jasmine.

"And 'just watching' tonight," said Liz.

"Well you have come to the right place for your first time." He reached over to a bowl on the table next to the love seat. It held a few clear spheres that looked like tiny crystal balls. He picked one up and held it out to her.

Rachel looked at Jasmine, then Liz, then to the sphere. She looked confused. "What is that?"

"Your Cast," Paste said. "This little beauty is what lets you divide into pieces and put yourself back together. Go on, take it."

Rachel hesitated. "But I've never seen my friends with them."

Liz turned her body to Rachel. There was a blue sphere nestled in her chest in between her tits, just visible in the v-neck shirt. "That's because you can only see them in a place like Cut and Paste's house. That way you can keep them hidden in public, always have it with you..."

"And know when you're in a place where you can use it," said Jasmine. She had lifted her top to show she had a blue sphere instead of her belly button.

Rachel was shocked. A few questions buzzed through her head before she settled on one. "...but why are yours blue?"

"They are clear when they haven't been used yet. They turn blue when you're comfortable with using them," said Paste. He held the sphere a little higher.

Rachel slowly reached out and took it. She stared at it for a moment.

"Well? Where are you putting yours?" Liz was leaning her head on Paste's shoulder.

Rachel turned to Jasmine, then noticed a mirror in the room. She stepped over to it. Using the mirror, she centered the sphere in her forehead and pressed it in. Rachel watched as it sunk in halfway, then turned ruby red.

"W..why is mine red? Did I do it wrong?"

Jasmine stepped behind her, looking into Rachel's eyes with the mirror. "It's red to show you're a beginner. No one but you can remove any part of your body from you when your cast is red."

"Blue means that people you trust can take you apart," said Liz. "Paste, can you demonstrate with me?" She was beaming and nearly bouncing on his lap.

"I sure can!" He reached around her body in a tight hug, then lifted. Liz's torso came up with him, but her legs and waist stayed put on his lap. He turned his body to the other side, putting her now disconnected top half on his other leg. Her severed waist was covered over with skin. "See? I think of what I want and it happens, because Liz trusts me." Liz giggled as he lifted her and put her back together.

"No one inside can do anything to you," Jasmine said to Rachel. "Are you ready?"

Rachel gave a small smile. "Sure. To watch. Liz?"

"I'll be in in a minute, I want to catch up with Paste."

Jasmine and Rachel turned and went inside, closing the door behind them. Liz turned back to Paste and smiled. "I know you've missed me these last few weeks."
She stroked his beard absentmindedly.

"I can't tell a lie. I know your here with your friends, don't wait up with me."

"Are you kidding? I can be in two places at once." She slid off his lap and held his hands. "Or have you forgotten where we are?" Liz dropped to her knees in front of him and put his hands on the sides of her head. She reached forward to unzip his pants and pulled his dick out (but not off of his body).

"You've always been my favorite, Liz." She started to pump his dick in one hand as they looked at each other.

"And you're mine. Who else would give my friend a Cast for free?" Liz put her mouth around him. As she moved up and down, she held both of his hands to her head. After a minute, she backed her body away. Her neck split in two, leaving her head in both of their hands. When she let go, Paste continued bobbing her severed head on his dick.

Liz, now headless, continued to crawl backwards slowly. She kneeled, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and flashed Paste. She shook her perky breasts at him, still caressing his shaft with her tongue. Liz pulled her shirt down and stood up. Her nipples were hard enough to show through her shirt. She rubbed her neck stump for a moment, as though she was reaching to touch her face and missed.

Liz's body waved Paste and her own head goodbye. She shuffled over to the door, fanning her hands blindly to find the wall, then the doorknob. Paste didn't stop moving her head until after she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. He held her up and asked, "Do you still remember your way around?"

"I could never forget," she said with a smile. "Now put your toy to good use before I come back and take it away from you."

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The foyer door led to an open square living room. A man and a woman were sitting side by side on a couch against the wall of the room's far side. Rachel thought they looked normal. She looked closer and realized the woman's hands were detached. The man was holding them in his, a blue gem on the back of his left hand. The woman leaned her head on his shoulder, exposing the blue Cast that she wore like an earring.

The back right corner of the room led to a stairwell. The back left corner led to the kitchen. The left hand side of the room held an empty table. But the right hand side had a small crowd lined up facing the wall.

It was not a coincidence that the entire right hand wall they were staring at was covered by a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Two buff men were side by side. One had a tank top on and was missing his arms. The other had four arms on and was missing his shirt. The four-armed man faced the mirror and let out a dizzying series of punches only possible with constant practice.

The torsos of a guy and a girl were on the floor laughing. A pair of girls' legs were trying not to trip over a pair of men's legs that had fallen to the floor. Her legs failed, tumbling forward to the sound of more laughter.

A pair of women were topless facing the mirror. One of them had her eyes on the base of her neck. She was pressing down on the top of her head, squeezing it in like she was trying to pop a balloon. Her flat chest puffed up slightly. She compressed her head further; everything above her nose pressed inside of itself. Her chest swelled up enough to jiggle. She finished her own head off like she was crumpling a paper bag into her throat, sending her tits straight to a D cup. She cupped them both, feeling their weight. After a moment, she started compacting her left arm as well.

The other woman was already well endowed, but her face was blank, save for a thin pair of red lips. She opened the palms of her hands to reveal her eyes. She watched herself as her legs swirled together into a massive green reptile tail. She shrank in height to thicken it, coiled her tail on the ground, and kept her chest and head upright. She raised her arms up. With her eyes where they were, she looked like a mix between a snail, a snake, and a sultry woman.

Rachel watched to finally see it, just like she had wanted. Each of the people she saw were possibilities she had never thought of before. It was less than a minute of watching this before Rachel surprised herself; she walked to an open space at the mirror.

Jasmine was watching all of them in appreciation of technique;

She knew the men well. The armless one was a boxing coach; the other fought in an amateur 4-armed league. They had six places like Cut and Paste's house that they visited once a week to train, leaving the seventh day to rest. They always combined and divided their bodies without variation, but they did so expertly;

The boy and the girl were amateurs. They hand finally managed to swap lower halves and were now laughing over how mismatched they were. The girl's torso on the man's waist looked like it was sitting on a table. The boy was having a hard time walking on tiny legs and fell over;

The woman who crushed herself was struggling to get her remaining arm down to a nub. Her tits were enormous, each larger than her head had been. The snake woman slithered behind her, stuffing the arm down the rest of the way;

Liz walked into the room without her head. Jasmine assumed she left it behind to talk to Paste for the rest of the night. Liz walked slowly with her arms out in front of her in a direct path from the door to the stairwell. The mismatched kids were staring at Liz in awe as she made it to the stairs, planted a hand on the wall, and walked up.

Jasmine smiled at the whole picture. Just as she was watching Rachel make her first move on herself ("I knew she would try it tonight," she thought), someone wrapped their arms around Jasmine's waist from behind.

"Good to see you here, Jasmine. Did you miss me?"

"Only some parts," she replied. She reached over her head and behind it to grab of the head of the man behind her. "Like this one!" She pulled up, taking his head with her. His arms tightened their embrace, pushing her chest upwards. Jasmine held the head in front of her like a book, his face the pages of his story. "Good to see you too, Cut," she said.

Cut smiled in her hands as his arms loosened. His hands came up to hold her upper arms. "You know I get to cut you back, right?" He gripped her arms tight and pulled up. Jasmine's arms popped of at the shoulders, Cut's head still in her hands. He took a step backwards, bringing her arms with him and his head face to face with her.

"I'm okay with that," Jasmine said, and kissed him. Her separation skin lined up perfectly with her sleeveless top. She was sure to pay attention to her technique.

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Rachel was mesmerized by her own reflection. There she was, in between some headless woman and an armless man, a red jewel encrusted in her forehead, about to do the impossible. Her hands touched her waist, her face, her chest, her shoulders, delicately, as if she thought she might break. She settled down on the sides of her head, took a deep breath in, and held it in. She pushed with both arms, rotating her head a full 180 degrees.

Rachel exhaled and looked down. The collar on her blouse hit her nose. She turned around to face the mirror again to see the back half of her body.

It looked odd to her that her arms bent away from her. She noticed the back strap of her bra, barely visible through the blouse. When she looked at her ass in this way, she finally realized why it got so much attention; it was perfect.

"I wonder..." she said to herself out loud. ("...what it would be like...to..,") she said internally, her hands sliding onto her bottom and gripping her cheeks with greed.

("Jasmine and Liz both said they had the best orgasms of their lives here...there must be a room...somewhere private...")

Rachel turned away from the mirror to face the stairwell. She took a step forward, forgetting her body faced the opposite direction. She blushed, then stepped backwards to bring herself to the stairs.

("I really shouldn't have worn heels tonight.")

She paused for a moment to consider turning her head around again to make it upstairs. She shook her head. "I've only just begun." She faced her body up the stairs and started climbing, blind to where she was going.

Rachel heard a door slam on the second floor after two steps. If she had been able to look forward, she would have seen Liz's headless body pulling a man into the first room on the left. If Liz had a head, she would have thought Rachel had done something weird with her hair. Neither of them had any idea where the other was.

Rachel made it to the top of the stairs. She slid her hands on the right wall and found an open door. She turned around to see an empty king-size bed, full floor carpeting, and a ceiling light in a small room.

Rachel smiled. "Perfect."

Still facing the room, she walked backwards inside and flung the door closed.

Neither Liz nor Rachel remembered to lock their doors behind them.

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While Paste was talking to her head in the foyer, Liz's body crossed the living room. She put her hands on the wall by the stairs just as he put her mouth back on his shaft. She climbed the stairs slowly. Halfway up she realized Paste was putting his girth to use; his dick was steadily getting larger and longer.

"Mmmm...mmm! Mmmpphh!" She squeezed her eyes shut. Her headless body put a hand on a stair for a moment as she widened her mouth and neck. Liz resumed her climb, her neck stump pulsing. Paste's dick was now big enough to go through the separation of her neck and into her chest.

She stumbled on the last stair and felt herself hit someone else. Whoever it was caught her and helped her stand straight.

("Oh please be someone I know...I won't be picky, but please be someone I know")

The man was George, someone she knew intimately. George knew it was Liz once he saw her Cast on her chest. He wasn't surprised she lost her head; she was headless so often he was starting to forget what her face looked like.

Liz grabbed his right hand and right wrist and pulled apart. The hand came off. ("So he trusts me..."), she thought, putting his hand back, all the while handling the steadily growing load from Paste.

"...and you can trust me," George said with a smile. He grabbed her hand and wrist the same way, detaching her hand. He put her free hand on his face.

Liz moaned in the foyer. ("George! Oh god I need you!"), she thought. "Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!" is what she managed to say out loud.

Paste had stopped thrusting her head up and down. Instead, he was growing and shrinking his dick to pump it deep into her.

Liz held onto George and blindly brought her arm stump up to find her hand. She hit him in the forehead first, then reconnected her hand on the second try. She pulled him backwards into the room behind her. She didn't hear a thing when George slammed the door shut.

He stared at Liz for a few moments. Even after all these times together, she still impressed him with how she got around this way. Her shirt flew off, her jeans dropped, and she faced him in the nude.

George watched a second longer. Whoever her head was with was putting his modified dick in her far enough to raise the skin under her Cast and jostle her tits. Her hands rubbed her neck stump like she was trying to contain an explosion. Her body twisted and turned in pleasure. She extended an arm blindly to find George. He stepped up to her and shoved her backwards onto the bed.

She flew, landing on the covers and writhing silently. ("Yes, yes, take me now!") Liz only had to wait ten seconds before George was naked and on top of her, but her blindness made it feel like an eternity. She wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him inside of her.

George started to thrust his hips, hands on her waist. It wasn't long before he had a tit in each hand, leaning on her and pumping quickly.

Liz expanded her neck and chest wider on the inside for Paste; he wouldn't stop expanding until he came. Her body kept the same outer shape, but the excess density went to her chest. Her tits grew enough under George's hands to shift his position on her. Her arms whipped around on the bed in an irregular tempo, her hands repeatedly landing in the space her head should have been.

"Hell," George said, interrupted only by his thrusts, "I don't think...you mind...if I follow...the leader...huh?" Without letting go of her full, perfect breasts, he brought his elbows together. His shoulders met in the front of his chest. His arms became one pillar in the middle of his sternum, coming down and branching apart only enough to keep his hands on her. The extra mass went down to his dick, quickly engorging it.

"MMMMMMMM!" Liz let out a muffled cry as George almost painfully spread her pussy apart. Paste thought he might be sharing his "toy" with someone else by now, but was too lost in his own pleasure to care.

Liz was lost in bliss. Two huge cocks were pounding her, nearly meeting each other in the middle. Her tits had taken on all of her excess inside mass, big enough now to nearly swallow George's hands. Liz was trapped as a love sleeve in two places, unable to see how massive her own chest was, only able to feel, feel, feel as Paste let his beam pulse and erupt into her. The cum pooled in her chest, swelling her breasts immensely. George couldn't see past her tits anymore.

Paste had stopped moving in her. Liz felt her headless neck and the thickness wedged in it. George brought his remaining arm and both hands into his body, growing a second dick above his first, long enough to reach between her massive breasts. Liz squeezed them together around his second shaft for only a few moments before her own orgasm triggered.

She bit down on the base of Paste's cock by accident, painlessly severing his monster member from his body and leaving it inside of herself. Her lips opened to scream out, but no sound got around the mass of flesh lodged in her throat and mouth.

George watched as her hands shot up to her neck stump, fingers curled and hands shaking. He kept pounding away, his upper dick sliding against her whole body, his lower dick getting squeezed tightly by her waves of orgasm.

Liz shrank her breasts to about half their size. ("Sorry, George. I get to fix this...") She used the extra mass to lengthen her arms and push him fully out of her.

"Woah, Liz! What gives!?" He stood naked and armless with both of his erect members throbbing. Liz sat up, stretching her arms further to open the door behind George. She reached further, opening the door across the hall. Her tits were almost down to their natural size. Her arms were three times as long as her body. Liz pushed George all of the way into the other room, oblivious to his outcry as he fell onto his back. She closed both doors.

Just as Liz stood up, Paste dropped her head. The sudden shift caused her to fall over, her arms pooling in loops and squiggles on the ground. A moment flew by before her arms shrank to normal and her tits ballooned to obscene proportions. She crawled around for a few moments to find her clothes, patting the floor all around her, her tits swinging like wrecking balls under her.

Liz got her jeans and sandals and threw them on. She stood up with her shirt but couldn't fit it over her breasts. ("Fuck it, I've got to get down there,") she thought. She held onto her shirt and paced around to find the door again; her clothing search caused her to lose track of her place in the room. Liz walked out of the room with her magnificent rack on full display and started slowly down the stairs.

(End of Part 1)