She thought she had it all together after her freshman year. She took on extra courses to start her sophomore year. But after her roommates didn’t renew with her, she found herself living in a party house.
Sure, Yuko Toriko had social circles…and friends…okay, Yuko was a bookworm. It was a miracle she reached out enough to get into a new place for the next year. But as the school year wore on, she studied less…drank more…and found herself taking more risks. Her outgoing roommates were wearing off on her.
And they had a habit of wearing her off, too. And wearing her.
It started with truth or dare one night after finals. Yuko had a couple days free, the girls were ready to start when she walked out to get a beer, she joined in for once. After breaking the ice a bit with a round or two of truths, Kelly dared Monica to erase her eyes for the rest of the night.
”You’re only doing that because you know my makeup took forever!” The girls laughed at Monica, except for Yuko. She was too shocked by the dare. But Monica covered an eye in each hand. She lowered her head, took a deep breath, lifted her head. She moved her hands to show her eyes had disappeared. “Abracadabra, bitch. Okay, Yuko, Truth or Dare?”
Monica didn’t have eyes, but the still-shy Yuko felt like she was staring right at her. She couldn’t say truth now. But could she say dare?
She said dare. It cost her her arms. And everything she did from that point to now seemed to be a blur to Yuko. Swapping faces with Kelly, Monica wearing her tits to a party, leaving her whole lower half with a separate consciousness at a guy’s house for a night, the girls erasing her feet and hands on her birthday, Kelly forgetting where she left Yuko’s pussy, and even the time three days ago some drunk guy left his whole masculine package on Yuko’s nightstand and never came back.
Yuko swapped her lower lips for that rather big package that night. It was twitching between her legs right now. Trying to walk in her condition was hard enough without being hard, but that struggle was why Yuko liked putting herself in these conditions.
The problem was remembering which person had her head. Monica? Kelly? Cody? Erika? Miles? Shit, they’ve all had it at one point or another. It was difficult to remember when she last had a head, too. Only a day, right? No, three days. She was decapitated at the party after she switched her genitals and put her pussy somewhere safe.
Yuko had stopped walking as she realized her thoughts. Headless for three days. Her three-day-old male addition shuddered it’s way to being parallel with the floor and twitched mercilessly. Did she…trade her head for the cock? Her hands flowed around her tits and her stump. Her body gyrated as a small dark wet spot blossomed where the member was lifting her skirt. Sliding hands began gripping and groping her swells and her stump, but one hand was quick to go under her skirt. She might really be headless. Yuko stroked herself hard with her back against a wall. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Yuko undulated in blissful headless spasms as her questionably-acquired organ blasted its payload.
”When are you going to give it back to her? Not that I’m complaining about the show, mind you,” said Monica.
Kelly looked up in thought. Her lips puckered and drifted to the side. “She has class tomorrow, right? It’s not even lunchtime now…but…”
Monica watched Kelly walk back towards her room.
Yuko dropped to her knees. One hand was still slowly stroking under the modesty of her skirt. A white glob splattered beneath her, followed by droplets. Her other hand dropped to the floor. Her chest heaved to catch unheard breaths.
Kelly walked back in with Yuko’s head. Monica thought she was going to give it right to Yuko. But Kelly stopped short. She put the lifeless head on the coffee table about ten feet away from her lust-locked friend.
”She has *plenty* of time to find her head there. Then she can find out that some dude really did just leave his dick for her. Lucky little slut. I wish I could keep your head for longer. It was ~so hot~ to just *take* your head for no reason other than I wanted to, Yuko.”
“That *does* sound really hot, Kelly,” said Monica. Before Kelly could fully turn to face Monica and react to her comment, Monica grabbed Kelly’s head. She lifted with very little force. Kelly’s head easily separated from her shocked body. Kelly went to grab her head before it was too far, but Monica pulled away and beelined her way to her room. Kelly stumbled in an attempt to give chase. She over-recovered and fell backwards.
Monica’s door slammed. Monica and Kelly were both fidgeting with their headless necks. Yuko’s head sat almost directly between them. Kelly rolled onto all fours in the direction of the table and bumped it. Yuko was already crawling forward with waving hands. She touched the table at the same moment Kelly got herself turned to face the table. Their hands each felt different parts of Yuko’s head at the same time. Both went to grab with both hands and felt each other. Both panic-pulled and had their grip slip.
Monica came back in time to see them start to fight for Yuko’s head. She pulled out her phone and got several minutes of future blackmail money as her friends tumbled and tugged and flailed all over each other. Kelly’s tits bounced out of her top. Monica caught loads of Yuko under-skirt angles. Monica pulled back as Yuko pinned Kelly under her, pulled her head from Kelly’s hands, planted it back on her body, looked down, and immediately start undressing her headless friend. Kelly assisted. Yuko lowered her surprisingly thick cock between Kelly’s awaiting legs.
All three of them are still making residuals from that video to this day. Don’t ask me to tell you if Yuko ever graduated. I’m still watching the video.
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