I sighed in frustration. I wished for a second that removing my girlfriend’s head would have shut her up.



“A little more to the left.”



The headless body wearing a designer pair of bra and panties was lifted and moved a mere inch. An exhausting effort for such an insignificant change. She wasn’t exactly light.



Anita hummed. “...I don’t know.”



“You do know that the modeling agency won’t give two shits how you’re posed. They look at your body and those horny men make a split decision.”



“And who said it’s men making the decision? Shut up and move my body about a foot to the right.”



Groaning, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted the body once again. I turned to where Anita’s detached head was. Her jaw pressed against the pillow underneath.



“I think that’s good. God forbid I ask you again.”



I made sure she saw how my face reacted. “Is there anything else? Can I start shooting?” I gestured to the camera I itched to operate.



“Don’t get your panties in a wad. My arms need some more…articulation to it.”



“What?” Her headless body stood with her shoulders angled and arms hanging to the side. It looked perfectly fine to me.



“No, they should be on my hips or something.”



I wasn’t intending on aggressively grabbing her arm, but doing so caused it to detach from the shoulder. I braced for the ensuing punishment.



After a couple seconds of silence, Anita hummed again. “That’s actually a good idea. Easier to pose.”



“Oh.” I took the arm and bent it by the elbow. Since she was wanting it to rest on her hips, the hands were bent upwards and twisted slightly. I held it away to inspect it. “Good enough.” The detached arm was placed back on her shoulder. After the other arm was posdd, I presented the look to Anita.



She appeared to roll ideas around in her head. “Hmmm…nope.”



“Fucking hell!”



“I think it’s my boobs. Don’t you think they’re too big?”



They were a plump c-cup. It wasn’t what I would call big in the slightest. Especially compared to my own set. “How fucking small are you expecting them to be happy with?”



“Get my B’s.”



“Ugh!” I went into our room and pulled out the drawer of extra parts Anita and I would switch out when we needed. Rummaging through feet, hands, and squishy mounds of pussy, I managed to find a matching pair of smaller, perkier disembodied breasts. I marched back to the living room that was temporarily converted to a studio. Anita’s original pair was scooped out of the red bra and replaced with the others. “There! Happy now?!” I said while holding up the jiggling orbs of flesh. They were thrown to the sofa some distance away, almost falling to the floor after they stopped bouncing.



“Perfect. Thank you lovely.” Anita said sweetly.



“Thanks for making me feel bad”, I said under my breath. “Okay. Let’s begin.”



The photoshoot took a good ten minutes before I was happy with the end results. I flipped through every shot, turning my nose to the ones I wasn't satisfied with. Anita was visibly annoyed at this point.



“Soooo…are we done?”



“Done!” I showed my girlfriend my handiwork, smiling proudly.



She hummed, and looked somewhat unimpressed. “They're good. But…”



I deflated. “What? What now?”



“I think…I think maybe it does look better with my arms down.”



Heat swelled within my chest. She could tell I was pissed and I wasn't hiding it. I thought about chucking my expensive camera at her head, but instead I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I smiled like a psychopath. “Okay. Fine. It's your way. Your body. Your modeling job. It's fine.”



Anita looked confused at first, but she smiled back. “Good. Now move them back down.”



I may have followed every order she barked at me, but little did she know that after the shoot, and a picture was selected, that I would be chopping up her body and stuffing her into the drawers of extra parts.



Good luck finding your pussy later.