Well, it’s official. You’ve done everything.

     You’ve already watched through all the shows and read all the books that you’ve been meaning to catch up on for the past few years. You’re sick of playing video games all day, and you’ve already watched everything from your favorite content creators several times over by this point.

     So, that’s why you’ve found yourself lounging on your couch, spacing out with some random show on the TV, snacking away on a big bag of chips that your girlfriend had bought just to pass the time.

     You reached into the bag once more, only to come out with nothing. ‘Great,’ you think to yourself, tossing the bag onto the coffee table, ‘Now I don’t even have food to distract me.’ You place the bag of chips on the table in front of you (no reason to get up, when you can just take it with you the next time you have to go to the bathroom). You try your best to keep your attention on the show you were watching, but it’s such a hassle that you reach your hand out to your side, grabbing the clip that had been on the bag of chips.

     The bag clip was rather standard. Two pieces of red plastic sort of shaped like a T held together at a single joint so that the flat edges would come apart when enough pressure was applied. You idly began opening and closing it, keeping your eyes on the show on TV and listening to the satisfying click when you relax your fingers and let them snap together.

     Eventually though, your boredom wins out, and you decide to get up and get another snack. You head into your kitchen, still clicking your bag clip, opening up various cabinets and hoping that something would jump out at you.

     You open up the last cabinet and there it is! Your favorite snack food! You had completely forgot you had bought a bag of it and hid it on the top shelf so that your girlfriend couldn’t reach it. The only downside was the fact that you were barely tall enough to reach it on your tip toes. You were going to have to put your precious bag clip down if you were going to grab them.

     Without really thinking, you open the bag clip up slightly and lining it up with the lobe of your right ear. You let go of the bag clip and begin reaching up for your snack.

     Your thoughts are pulled away from your goal when you hear the soft clattering of plastic against the floor.

     You look down, and as you suspected, the bag clip you had been playing with was now lying on the floor. ‘Huh,’ You thought, scratching your head as you bent down to pick it up, ‘I could of sworn I put it on properly…’

     Your hand brushes past your ear, and you nearly drop the bag clip again. ‘Oh shit…’ You think running to the bathroom to look in the mirror. ‘Oh shit. Oh shit!’

     Yep. You look in the mirror, and see that your entire right earlobe is completely missing. Miraculously, there’s not really any sign of blood, but that wasn’t really much of a concern right now. After all, when your girlfriend had her ears pierced, you vaguely remember there being next to no blood.

     That bag clip really did a number on your ear though. Your entire ear now ended with a flat edge that ran perpendicular to your head. You rub your finger long it, your brain getting weird signals from the new flesh. ‘Maybe they’ll be able to graft it back on?’ you think heading back towards the kitchen to look for your missing earlobe.

     However, after several minutes of searching, your search comes up empty, stressing you out enough for you to absentmindedly attempt to return to the bad habit that started this whole mess: clicking the bag clip. However it’s only after you fail to open the bag clip that you pay the plastic object any additional attention.

     You examined the bag clip closely. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary with it, but clearly something was up, as it wan’t allowing you to open it up again. You peak down the shaft formed by the joint of the bag clip, and freak out a little bit when you spot what is unmistakably your earlobe.

     With the bag clip no longer cooperating, you try your best to stick your finger through the little opening of the shaft and past the spring, but no matter how far your finger goes in and despite how small the bag clip is, you don’t manage to make contact.

     ‘Well,’ you thought, giving up and removing your finger from the back of the bag clip, ‘What should I do now? Isn’t proper procedure normally putting it on ice?’ You begin pacing around the kitchen, ‘But having a bag clip strong enough to literally rip part of someone’s ear off isn’t a particularly normal situation either…’ You wish that the bag clip hadn’t jammed up so that you could be clicking it to get rid of some of your nervous energy.

     ‘Heh… Maybe,’ you thought half jokingly and half sincerely, holding up the bag clip to the cut part of your ear again.

     You dropped the bag clip once more, as it quickly opened up wide. You gasp, looking at the bag clip on the floor and freaking out because your earlobe was nowhere in sight. ‘Shit!’ you thought, ‘It must have bounced underneath one of the cabinets!’

     You get down on the floor, pressing your head flat on the ground so that you can get a look underneath, realizing as you do so that your earlobe has miraculously returned to your ear.

     You slowly sit up, reaching up with your hand to confirm your senses weren’t lying to you. You pick up the bag clip, and walk back to the bathroom to confirm with your eyes.

     Yep. That’s your earlobe all right. You get up close to the mirror, flicking it back and forth a little bit and even giving a little tug to make sure that it was attached on properly. You looked back down at the bag clip in your hand, opening and closing it with a satisfying click. Looking down the shaft once more confirms that nothing’s in it.

     ‘Okay… What the hell is going on?’ You think to yourself, ‘Was I just halucinating?’ You watch closely in the mirror as you one more open the bag clip and line it up with your earlobe. Your eyes open wide, as once again the bag clip latches onto your earlobe, and you’re able to easily pull away the bag clip, leaving behind a smooth edge to your ear once more. You make an experimental attempt to open it, and it once again remains shut, and you spot your earlobe once again through the backside of the bag clip.

     ‘This is too weird,’ you think as you shakily lift your hand up, lining up the bag clip and reversing the steps, returning your earlobe back onto your ear.

     Your initial fears subside, making way for intense arousal. While you would never admit it to anyone, you’ve actually always had a strange fascination with weird body modification stuff like this. You’ve read countless stories like it online, but you never thought that something as mundane as a bag clip would actually offer you the chance to experience your sexual desires in the real world.

     Of course, now that you knew of the magic, you were going to have to test its limits. For all you knew, this magic bag clip could only remove earlobes. You open the bag clip wide, using the distance between your first and second knuckle on your index finger as an approximation for an inch (an old trick a friend had taught you), you guessed that the bag clip could open about two inches wide. The length was about two and a half inches, but it was only about an inch wide, although since the back of it was opened ended, you predicted you could fit something longer in it if you angled it properly.

     So, that severely limited on what you could actually test it against. You debated with yourself for a moment about what would be the safest to test it against, before ultimately deciding you might as well test it out against the only thing you were certain that it could affect.

     You take a deep breath, steadying your hands as you open the bag clip wide in one hand, using the other to squish your entire ear in, and to make sure that none of your hair accidentally goes with it. You braced your body, as you slowly released the bag clip.

     You slowly pull the closed bag clip away from your head, your breath stopping momentarily as it leaves nothing in its place. From your hair, you can tell where your ear should have been… but now there was nothing there except for smooth skin. You reach your hand up, pulling it away after making initial contact due to the alien sensation, before relaxing and continuing to rub the spot. It felt… strangely pleasant.

     You look down at the bag clip. From the way that your had put your ear in, you expected to see at least a little bit of it poking out from the back. Instead, when you turn it around, you’re shocked to see that it appears that your ear has been shrunk so that it can conveniently fit in the central shaft.

     You tried opening the bag clip, and as with every other time that something has been stored in it, it remained firmly shut. You sigh, wishing that you could have opened it and played with your detached ear. From this sigh though, you’ve learned the valuable lesson that you seem to lose all connection to detached parts, as the sound only enters your remaining ear. You snap experimentally where your ear should have been, confirming that you had now lost all hearing on that side of your head.

     Worried that you may have just removed your hearing forever, you hold the bag clip up to your head, pausing briefly and wondering if you were accidentally putting your ear on upside down or backwards. You quickly pull the bag clip away, double checking that you had it aligned properly before taking a deep breath and opening it up against the side of your head.

     When hearing returned to the other side of your head, you gave a sigh of relief, which quickly gave way to a gasp of horror as you looked at your head. Your ear was now definitely facing the wrong way, despite the fact that you definitely were paying attention and were attaching it on correctly.

     Wait… If your suspicions were correct.

     You removed your ear once more, not bothering to turn the bag clip as you reopen it, grinning happily as you see that your ear has returned to its proper orientation. As you suspected, the bag clip was surprisingly adept at reading the intentions behind the user, as you had been thinking about what your ear would look like if it had been on backwards when you had opened it previously. ‘Well,’ you think, ‘this should make testing much easier then.’

     The next thing you decided to test was whether you could replace things in the wrong place. To do this, you decided that it would be better to move away from your ear, instead deciding to test it on your thumb.

     You line the bag clip up with your left thumb, a little concerned that it didn’t seem to pop out the back, but remember from your ear tests that it was probably going to be alright. You close the bag clip, and pull it away, less surprised and worried to see that your left hand now only had four fingers on it than you had been with your ear, but excited all the same.

     You pass the bag clip to your left hand, awkwardly holding it so that one of the pieces was levered on your palm, while the other was being lightly pressed on by your middle two fingers. You lined up the the bag clip agains the left side of your right hand, slightly below your pinky. You pressed down on the bag clip.

     You nearly jumped for joy as you saw the bag clip open up, your left thumb now on the left side of your right hand, giving it six fingers. You focused on trying to move it, and found that while it was on your right hand, it was still mentally linked to your left, as it curled up as you focused on making a fist with your left hand.

     ‘Well, that’s going to make things confusing really quickly,’ you thought, as you got to work on repeating the process for your right thumb, easily removing it and placing it on the right side of your left hand.

     You stared at your hands, impressed with your work. You had essentially swapped hands, your left now looking more like your right and vice versa (minus the fact that your four other fingers weren’t in the correct order). You were even getting used to moving the proper thumb in time with the rest of your hand, when suddenly you heard the sound of your front door opening and the sound of your girlfriend making her way towards your shared bedroom.

     “Hey Honey!” You shout out, “How was your girls’ day out?”

     “Oh! Come here and let me tell you about it! You won’t believe who we saw!” She shouted back. You made your way out of the bathroom, completely forgetting about the fact that you had swapped your hands around as you went to see her. You walked in midway through her changing, catching a glimpse of her impressively large boobs before she put on some comfortable pajamas.

     The rest of your evening went about much like it normally did, with you each catching the other up on your day (you, of course, kept quiet about the crazy thing you had discovered, wondering when she was going to notice that you had swapped your thumbs around). You decided to order a pizza, neither of you really feeling like cooking that weekend.

     After pizza had been eaten and dishes had been loaded into the dishwasher, the two of you lay down on the couch, determined to find something that neither of you had seen before and were interested in watching. You eventually end up settling on a rom com, and its during one of the particular cute moments when your girlfriend tries to intertwine your fingers to give your hand a nice squeeze.

     This time however, instead of giving a nice squeeze, she gives you a strange look, before looking down at the hand that she had grabbed, jumping off the couch and giving a little squeak in shock.

     “What is it?!” You ask, sitting upright on the couch.

     “Y-your hand!” She says, pointing at your hand, “Why is your left hand on your right arm?!”

     You look down, holding your hands up, and giving a mock look of surprise, as she suddenly realizes that both of your hands are on the wrong arm. “Huh… That’s definitely not normal.”

     Of course, you really weren’t the best of actors, and your attempts to play it straight flopped flat as she narrowed her eyes, asking, “Alright. What happened?”

     “Well… You’re not going to believe me-“

     She gave you the stink eye. “You’ve got your hands on the wrong side of your body. I think we’re far past the point of being coy about how you did it.”

     “Fair enough,” You say, “Follow me.” You lead her to the bathroom where you had left the red bag clip that you had been playing with that afternoon.

     Without saying anything, you grab the bag clip, removing the thumb on your right hand as though it were nothing. Your girlfriend gasped, as you nonchalantly returned your body to normal once again.

     “Okay. What the fuck?” She said.

     “I really don’t know,” you shrug, tossing the bag clip in the air and catching it easily. “I was just playing around with it… and things sort of escalated from there.”

     You toss the bag clip again, and your girlfriend snatches it out of the air, examining it closely for herself. “Okay. But what sort of stuff does it do?”

     “Well, so far all I know is that it can remove body parts that are small enough to fit in it and that you can reattach them anywhere and that it orients based on how you want to attach it.”

     “So… You don’t know if it’s possible to swap parts with it?” She asked, looking at it excitedly.

     “Seeing as how I was alone all afternoon,” you chuckled, “it would have been a little hard to test that.”

     “Sounds like you weren’t very thorough then,” your girlfriend grinned, “Don’t worry though, I can fix that.” She reached up with the bag clip in her hand, throwing caution to the wind as she latched the bag clip over her nose, pulling it away effortlessly.

     While you were standing in shock at how quickly your girlfriend had taken to joining in on the weird events, your girlfriend continued with her plans, closing the distance between the two of you and opening the bag clip against your forehead.

     Woah. Was that what you smelled like?

     As your girlfriend pulled the bag clip away from your head, you were suddenly assaulted by a variety of new smells that your nose had been subconsciously filtering out. The smells were actually rather nice, having a sort of familiarity hidden beneath their strangeness.

     While you were absorbed in processing these new smells, your girlfriend was practically bent over in laughter, commenting in a voice that sounded a bit like when she had a head cold, “Now that’s a proper human horn.”

     You look in the bathroom mirror, finally getting a good look at what exactly she had done.

     Your girlfriend had placed her petite nose on the upper edge of your forehead, the bridge eating a bit into your hair line and the nose itself having a bit of an upward tilt to it, making it look a bit like you had a fleshy horn sticking out of your forehead. You began laughing along with her at the absurdity of it, until you caught a glance at your girlfriend’s face.

     You had probably looked at your girlfriend’s face a countless number of times, but without her nose… It was as though you were seeing her beauty for the first time all over again. Her two gorgeous eyes brought you in hypnotically, the flat plane of skin where her nose should have been emphasizing their beauty. Her gorgeous lips windowing a sparkling smile delightfully placed underneath, with no interruption between her facial features to hide her emotions.

     Your girlfriend caught your intense look, her blush completely covering the smooth patch of skin between her eyes and her mouth as she asked, “What? Does my face look weird?”

     “N-No,” You manage to stutter, not wanting to make her nervous, “You actually look… Really good without a nose.”

     “R-Really?” She asked looking at herself in the mirror. “You don’t think I look… silly?”

     “Well,” you paused for a brief moment, debating to yourself about whether or not you should reveal this fact about yourself. You had been in this relationship for a while now, but you still hadn’t revealed your attraction to strange body modifications to her yet. You knew that you truly loved her, and were certain that she would understand, but the small doubt inside of you was doing its best to convince you otherwise.

     Eventually though, the once in a lifetime opportunity won out, and you told her, “The truth is… I sort of… have a thing for weird body modifications.” You take a breath, not looking at her as you explain, “I have a ton of pictures and stories saved on my computer about the sort of impossible thing happening, where people can take off their body parts and swap them around as easy as they were clothing. I don’t know what it is about them, maybe it’s just because they’re a nice distraction from my boring life, but-“

     You didn’t have enough time to continue your explanation of your kinks, as your girlfriend suddenly went in for a kiss, her face seeming to get much closer to your own without her nose in the way. The two of you passionately made out for a while, your feminine nose on your forehead being bombarded by the pleasant small of her strawberry scented shampoo.

     Eventually, you two break apart, your girlfriend heavily breathing in through her mouth. “So,” she grinned seductively, “since we’re opening up… I have a confession to make too.”

     You give her a look of intrigue, as she looks down at the bag clip in her hand. “So, I haven’t really told anyone about this… but… I’ve sort of… I want to…” She looks up, her entire face a bright shade of red as she practically screamed, “I really want you to make me helpless!”

     You looked at her in shock. The entire time you had been dating her, she had never really given any indication of such a burning desire. The few times such talk had been brought up, she was always the one to shoot it down.

     You manage to stammer out an incomprehensible, “W-what?”

     She looked away, her face still clearly bright red. “You heard me the first time. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

     “W-well. Okay,” You manage to say, “I just wanted to know where this came from. After all before-“

     “We didn’t have a magic device that could guarantee I would be completely helpless before,” She says, calming down slightly (well, at least enough to look at you again anyways).

     “Fair enough,” You say. You give her a warm smile, before going in for a kiss, initiating another quick session of making out to help calm her nerves.

     It doesn’t last nearly as long as your first go around, as you break it up and chuckle, “I’m not that sure about how I’m going to do it though… The bag clip’s pretty small… And we only have one of them.”

     “Actually,” Your girlfriend purred, “I’m pretty sure this one is part of a set,” she moved her eyebrows up and down, which turned you on even more, the way her suggestive look was enhanced by her lack of a nose.

     You rush over to the kitchen, opening and closing a variety of cabinet doors until you finally found what you were hunting for.

     The packaging was generic, advertising how the set of eight bag clips could help keep your food fresher for longer. Unfortunately, half of the bag clips must have been in use, as only three bag clips remained in the packaging. There was another red one, and a set of two orange ones.

     You vaguely recall spotting a blue and green one around the kitchen, but you didn’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting any longer, so you pull grab the packaging with the three bag clips and make your way back to your bedroom.

     Your heart nearly stops as you enter the bedroom.

     On the bed, clutching the bag clip in her hand, is your girlfriend. She looked as though she flopped down on the bed, her limbs hanging limply and her eyes completely closed. Where her mouth should have been, is a large blank patch of skin.

     “Oh shit!”

     You drop the packaging holding the bag clips on the floor, rushing over and lightly shaking your limp girlfriend, trying to get a response out of her. Not provoking a response, you go to try and take the bag clip out of her hand, but are caught off guard as your girlfriend completely removes your shirt and slams the bag clip against your navel.

     Despite your shock, you were still able to recognize just how vastly different gaining a new mouth felt in comparison to when you gained a new nose.

     There were similarities for sure. Just like how you had suddenly realized there were a variety of new smells that you were encountering, there were similar sensations of new tastes occurring in your stomach region. You were also now acutely aware of the minor differences between your two mouths, such as how your tongues rested differently, or how moving her jaw felt different, or how much more moist her mouth seemed in comparison to your own.

     There were also new oddities, such as the fact that your new mouth was moaning in ecstasy, and had started doing so without you really noticing. With a small level of focus, you were able to stop the pair of lips, and even managed to say out of them, “Woah… This is so weird.”

     The voice was clearly your girlfriend’s, however there was once again that strange alienness hidden behind the familiarity. You had her voice… but that didn’t mean you talked or sounded like her.

     Your girlfriend, meanwhile, had sat up in bed, her eyes making it obvious how large her smile would have been if she still had a mouth. Well, that and the fact that she was clapping.

     Her jubilation makes it hard for you to be mad at her, but you still try your best to stay serious and ask in your own voice, “Oh sure. I bet you’re having a great time. But what if you seriously couldn’t breath?”

     “I must say though… You look so hot without your mouth,” Your stomach mouth says, once again bringing out your inner thoughts to the real world. You panic a bit, bringing your hand down to your stomach and covering it, a look of embarrassment flashing over your face.

     Your girlfriend doesn’t seem too disturbed, however, as she pulls out her cell phone, typing away on it. She wasn’t the quickest typer in the word however, and as time went on, you realized that your stomach mouth had began subconsciously sucking on one of your fingers.

     You pull your hand away from your stomach, not sure what was coming over you and why you seemed to be struggling to control this new feature of your body, but your attention was suddenly grabbed by your girlfriend putting her phone into your hand.

     The phone read, ‘Please. Have a little more faith in me. If I couldn’t breathe, I would have put my mouth back on immediately. The bag clip is magic, so stop worrying so much and make me helpless already!

     P.S. Hearing you talk dirty to me in my own voice? SO HOT!’

     “You like this, huh?” Your stomach asks seductively. You realize that while you do have control over your stomach mouth, it seemed to be verbalizing your thoughts quicker than you could approve of them, almost like it was speaking subconsciously. “Well then, I’ll just have to see what I can do about making you my helpless, little pet tonight.”

     Of course, now that you’ve made that threat, you were going to have to think about what you were going to do to her. While you know what you would have done if given completely free rain, that being completely removing her arms and legs, the sad fact was that your method of magical transformation was severely limited in what it could actually accomplish.

     The bag clip itself could only open up a couple of inches, and while your sure you could have slowly shaved her arms at least up to her elbow, and her feet up to her ankle, the problem was that you could only pull out the part by either attaching it to her or to yourself. Meaning, the process was going to be slow, and the restoration even more cumbersome.

     You could always take out her eyes and ears, leaving her to only touch and leave her helpless that way… but that hardly seemed like that would be a worthwhile and strange transformation to you.

     Then, in a moment of brilliance, you had an idea that would leave her semi helpless, and allow you to fulfill another lifelong fantasy of yours.

     Your stomach mouth was two steps ahead of your brain, it seemed, as it asked in a sultry voice, “Give me your hand, pet.”

     You thought you could see your girlfriend visibly shudder, as she stuck out her left hand, presenting it similarly to how a hand model would, her fingers extended, yet relaxed.

     You got to work with the red bag clip that had previously housed your mouth, plucking off her left thumb. You focused on the effect you wanted, placing the bag clip against the side of your palm opposite your own left thumb on your left hand and opening it up, resulting in the thumb being attached such that the knuckle faced the same direction as your other fingers, but the finger itself was pointing upside down.

     You quickly set to work removing the other digits on her left hand in a similar manner, attaching it to yourself once again, and eventually your left hand looked like somebody had mirrored your palm across itself (Well, except for the fact that the fingers facing the wrong direction were clearly female fingers). In some ways, it reminded you of a how you used to draw suns back in school, your palm being the central circle and your fingers being the individuals rays stretching out from it.

     On the other hand, your girlfriend’s hand reminded you of a mitten, as now it was nothing more than a palm attached to the end of her wrist. She experimentally tried to make a fist, but all that managed to happen was that the top part bent forwards slightly.

     Your girlfriend looked up from her test, and gave you a questioning look, lifting up one of her eyebrows.

     “Don’t you worry, my pet. Just giving myself some upgrades for when you’re a good girl,” The mouth on your stomach smiles, as you demonstrate what you’ve done.

     Now, it was hardly a secret that your girlfriend had large breasts. Anyone with eyes would be plainly able to see that, and you had heard the complaints of back pains and of people ogling her enough times that you could probably recite them word-for-word. But what was a secret to your girlfriend was how her large breasts made you sometimes feel a little ill-equipped to handle them in the bedroom. They were so massive that you often had to use both of your hands to pleasure just one of them, as they were simply too wide to cup properly with one hand.

     However, with your new extended reach, you grabbed her left breast confidently in your left hand, your fingers easily able to hold the whole thing. Your girlfriend’s eyes light up, first with surprise, and then roll up into her head in ecstasy as you give the breast a squeeze from all sides.

     After a few more minutes of the world’s weirdest one-handed breast massage, you break away, commenting in her voice, “Now, if you’re a good girl, I’ll do both breasts at the same time.”

     Your girlfriend’s eyes slowly focus again, and she nods vigorously, as she extends her other hand, eager for you to copy the same procedure.

     You place the bag clip in your new double hand, reveling in the alien feeling of using your opposite set of fingers to open and close the bag clip, and with very little effort you soon find yourself with a matching right hand.

     But now, you’ve realized you’re now trapped in the same conundrum as you were earlier. Sure, not having fingers would definitely make doing normal things difficult, but you would hardly describe her situation as helpless either.

     You start considering if it would be worth the effort to remove her toes in a similar manner, which leads to you thinking about what the purpose of your toes was. You were vaguely aware that they served a function in maintaining balance, so that could surely at least prevent her from being able to go too far, but you weren’t sure how quickly she would be able to adapt to this change. Plus, there would be the additional issue of where to put them, since the parts need to be on a person to reopen the bag clip, and while taking her fingers served an additional function to you, you don’t know how having her adorably petite toes on your foot would provide you with any enjoyment-

     You were suddenly pulled out from your reverie, as you realized that your girlfriend had taken advantage of your indecision to begin undressing herself. Despite her lack of digits, she had managed to remove her shirt and pants with ease, and was now struggling to unhook her bra.

     A wicked smile flashed on both of your mouths, as you suddenly realized exactly how you could make your girlfriend helpless. Once again, your feminine mouth took point, tutting, “You naughty, naughty girl. Trying to get the party started without me?”

     Your girlfriend looked at you, batting her eyelashes in the most innocent way possible as she shook her head no.

     “And lying on top of that?” You said, shaking your head, a hint of sadness in your girlfriend’s voice. “*sigh* I didn’t want to do this… But it looks like I’m going to have to punish you.”

     You click the bag clip menacingly in your hand as you slowly approach your girlfriend. She was shaking her head no, but by the glint in her eye, you could tell she knew exactly what you were going for, and was just as excited as you to see the outcome.

     You make a show out of seductively pulling down on her panties, ordering her to step out of them and to present herself to you. She followed your commands eagerly, giving a little twirl before spreading her legs wide.

     To reward her behavior, you lightly run your hand around your girlfriend’s crotch, teasing her mercilessly with her own fingers, her face a light red color as she closed her eyes in enjoyment

     Without warning, you clamp the bag clip against her pussy, pulling it off in one clean motion.

     Your girlfriend looked down in confusion. With her mitten like hands, she rubbed where her vagina should have been, finding only the same smooth skin that now covered a majority of her face. From her rubbing of the area, you weren’t sure if she was getting any pleasure from area, or if she was just enjoying the alien nature of feeling up her now sexless crotch.

     In any case, you made sure to give a disapproving cough from her mouth to get her to stop. Once she had, you got to work on the second part of your plan.

     You placed the red bag clip that held her pussy on the bed (intending to save your big speech where you attach it to yourself and say that she can have it back after she’s earned it back for later), and unhooked her bra.

     Well… Tried to unhook her bra. You weren’t particularly the best at that before adding an additional set of fingers into the mix. Eventually though, you did manage to get it off.

     Reaching down to the floor, you pull out the set of orange bag clips from the packaging, holding one in each of your double sided hands and clicking them. Your girlfriend instinctively reached up with her mitten like hands, hoping to delay your plans, but your stomach mouth stopped her, saying, “Now pet. You know that interfering is only going to make your punishment last longer. Be a good girl and let me get on with it.”

     Your girlfriend acquiesced, lowering her arms in shame, as you playfully rubbed the bag clips across her mountains of boob flesh, slowly circling their way towards her rock hard nipples.

     You slowly open the bag clips, clamping them slowly down on her nipples, making a big show out of it, before whipping your hands back, pulling them away from her body.

     You both stared on in shock, as rather than disconnecting from her body, her nipples seem to elongate, following along with your arms as you pulled away the bag clips. You both freeze up, the possibility of the different colored bag clips having a different effect not even crossing your mind.

     In your shock, you let go of the bag clips, gravity doing quick work on the fleshy ropes that now stuck out from your girlfriend’s massive mammaries. The bag clips swung downwards in an arc, one of them swinging loosely between her legs, lightly wrapping around her thigh before swinging back around to the front of her body.

     The other did not have as fortunate a journey, as it collided straight into her leg, the impact being just enough for the bag clip to open up for a brief moment.

     With the sound like a rubber band hitting against flesh, your girlfriend’s nipple rapidly retracted to its original position, ripples visible in her tit flesh from the collision.

     You both winced, as your girlfriend rubbed her boob with her mitten hands, trying to lessen the pain slightly.

     Once it was clear that she was alright (Well, aside from some light bruising near her nipple), you turned your attention back to the orange back clip. Picking it up wordlessly and attaching it once more to her regular nipple. This time, you savored the experience slowly, pulling on her nipple, the two of you staring as the flesh elongated. You brought the bag clip back towards her body, but it seemed like the stretching was a one way street until you opened the bag clip, as the nipple rope started bending downwards in the middle.

     You slowly bring the orange bag clip down her body, tugging on it some more until both of her nipples are the same length once again. The bag clips were lightly swinging from her nipples at about her knees.

     You both had calmed down considerably since this new discovery, and were once again ready to continue experimenting in this impossible reality that you found yourselves in.

     You wondered if the orange bag clip had changed her nipples so now it was stretchy so that you could elongate it from any part, or if stretching only occurred from pulling on the bag clip, so you wrapped your hand around her right nipple-

     This turned out to be a mistake, as almost as soon as you had touched it, your girlfriend suddenly bent backwards, her spine growing stiff and her eyeballs rolling up into her head. You let go, as your girlfriend flopped onto the bed, her body lightly convulsing.

     You shout out your girlfriend’s name, panicking that she might have been having some sort of aversive reaction to it, but you suddenly realized what was going on as her body slowly returned to normal, a gleam of sweat forming, her chest moving up and down heavily as her eyes returned to normal, the biggest look of euphoria on what remained of her face.

     Your girlfriend had just had one of the biggest, mind-boggling orgasms you had ever seen, and without her pussy to boot.

     Once she had calmed down enough to sit up, you could see that her face was still a bright shade of red, she gave you lustful eyes, telling you that she needed to have you, right now.

     Of course, you were only too happy to oblige.

     You grabbed the bag clip that contained her pussy, your earlier plans completely forgotten, as you bring it up to her face, deciding to make good use of the new free real estate. You open it up and smile at the new vertical orifice on her face.

     She looks first at you in shock, and then looks cross-eyed, trying to catch a glimpse of her pussy on her face. A little bit of her fluids were already dripping out, reminding you almost of spit dribbling out of a mouth.

     You lean in for a kiss, licking her inner folds as the mouth on your stomach purrs, “I think you’ve earned a little bit of a reward.” She agrees, closing her eyes and leaning into you.

     Unfortunately, this movement causes her still rope-like nipples to rub up against your body, your mouth suddenly filling with her fluids as she’s hit by another mind-shattering orgasm. You break the kiss, spitting out her fluids as she spasmed on the bed.

     This time, it seems her body is able to handle it better with the addition of a sexual outlet, as it takes a little under a minute for her to recover enough to sit up on the bed once again. Her eyes are still full of longing, but also seemed to be filled with a little bit of worry to them. Almost as if she had figured something out and was genuinely afraid that you would figure it out too.

     You wonder…

     You reach out, touching her elongated nipple and sending her flopping back onto the bed as she’s thrown back into the waves of an orgasm.

     It seems that, in the natural course of events, you had accidentally managed to fulfill your girlfriend’s wish, as you had managed to stumble into a method that was guaranteed to make her orgasm.

     She was now completely helpless against you.

     And you made sure she was aware of that fact. All night long.