The Body Boutique
Part One of Two
By Ordos Tsceri
Kathy took a deep breath, trying to steel her nerves. This was the moment, the seminal decision that would define the rest of her life. The next few minutes would see the consummation of an idea, a plan she’d been building for over a year, fantasizing about for five times as long, and dreaming of for as long as she could remember.
It seemed oddly anti-climatic that said seminal moment would take place standing next to the white stone façade of a boutique at the local mall, at ten AM on a Tuesday. But, then again, a lot of lives would have been redefined in front of this unassuming little shop.
She’d passed this shop a hundred times. It had a simple sign over the entryway; The Body Boutique. Kathy was fairly sure this spot used to be an Arby’s when she was in high school. The façade was professional, with cool off-white, sky-blue walls framing a pair of large window displays next to a doorless entry-way. The walls were opaque, an electronic display showing silhouetted figures in various poses, each image held for ten seconds or so before flickering to another. Some looked normal men and women, albeit shapely and marvelously defined. Others had cat-ears perking up, extra breasts, tails, or other physical oddities. The variety was impressive; after a solid minute of lingering there still didn’t seem to a pattern, or even a repeated image.
Kathy found herself tapping her foot nervously. She forced herself calm, breathing slowly and deeply. She’d planned this. She’d researched this. Everything was arranged, and there was no way she’d ever be able to live with herself if she didn’t follow through.
Her budding panic attack was interrupted by a trio of college aged girls. The mall had just opened a couple hours ago, and since it was a weekday it was mostly empty, so the sound of their arrival shook Kathy from her rumination. Not that these three would have blended into a crowd.
One was a cat-girl, and she seemed to have run with the look more than most. She was east-Asian, with short but lustrous white hair and pair of triangular, white-furred ears poking out atop her head. She was barefoot, walking on a pair of paws at the end of furred, digitigrade legs, a fluffy white tail puffing out of a hole artfully carved on the back of her short-skirt. She wore a tight-fitting top that hugged her three pairs of small breasts.
Her friends had been changed, too. It took Kathy a moment to notice the nest of messy purple hair on her head wasn’t hair, but rather a slowly moving mass of suckered, octopus like tentacles. They curled and uncurled around her, like an ever-shifting hair-do, the longest lounging along the small of her back, the shortest framing her face like a pair of caressing bangs.
But it was the last girl that really caught Kathy’s eyes. She was a black woman, about six-feet tall with breasts easily as large as her head, proud and full and burgeoning against a too-tight tank-top. She wore a pair of men’s boxers, backwards, so that her long horse tail could comfortably poke through the fly-hole, while the rest of the garment clung to her thighs and groins like linen hot-pants. Her legs were long, muscular, equine limbs ending in hooves that made a distinct clopping sound with every step she made. But, what most caught her attention were the woman’s shoulders. They were smooth, round, and utterly bereft of arms. She had a purse wrapped around her hips, resting on her thigh. A few paces away from Kathy she paused, “Oh, I’m ringing. Would you mind?”
With a roll of her eyes Tentacles slipped a hand into Pony-Girl’s purse and retrieved her phone. She brushed its screen and lifted the device to her head-level, where one of her longer tentacles pressed itself against its back, suckers securing it. Without even looking at her friend she lifted the phone upward and behind her to Pony-Girl’s ear. “Hey, sweetie! What’s up?”
The Cat-Girl noticed Kathy, her ears swinging forward to attention. Her (still human) eyes darted to her, then to the Boutique she was idling in front of. Her faced seemed to light up. “Oh! Are you thinking about going to the Boutique?”
“Kinda… I’ve… ah, set up an appointment for today,” she murmured, stunned by the trio. Most magical alterations tended towards the small-scale, elaborations on conventional cosmetic procedures. But, bit by bit, the potential had been pushing boundaries. Just last week she’d read an article talking about how boob jobs that increased boob number were being performed more often than ones that only increased boob size. Still, three women so changed…
“Oh, awesome!” the Cat-Girl actually jumped up in excitement. “You’ll love it! Vivian is totally awesome!”
“Vivian?”
“Genevieve,” Tentacles said, still not paying any attention to her limbless friend and the phone she was holding for her, “she likes to go by Vivian in person. She does excellent work. Reasonably priced, too.”
“-meet me by the food court for a quickie! See you there!” Pony Girl finished, turning her attention from her phone as the person on the other side hung up. Without missing a beat she entered the conversation, “Vivian is so fucking hot! I’m thinking of getting my ears done, just so she’ll work her magic on me one more time.” She wiggled her hips to emphasize her double-entendre, her horse-tail swaying.
“You are such a slut,” Tentacles replied, retracting the phone and tapping it back to sleep mode. Her tone didn’t have any bitterness or accusation to it… indeed, it almost seemed like a friendly habit.
“Well I didn’t get a horse-cunt for the aerodynamics,” she replied just as casually. She turned her attention back to Kathy, “it’ll be awesome! Oh, and go armless! I got rid of mine four months ago and everything is so much sexier now!”
Cat-Girl giggled. “Just run with it! Do what you think would be neat and I bet it’ll turn out great! I did this whole kitty-girl thing on a whim and I’ve been loving every second of it!” She ran her hands over her chest over her six breasts and purred, “it’s so great being one of the girls now!”
Tentacles rolled her eyes. “Just start small. Morphic Fields can recover from little changes. Do what you feel comfortable with right now, and keep in mind you can build on it later.” She didn’t even have to look at Pony-Girl as she slipped the phone back into her friend’s purse.
“Come on,” Pony-Girl said, “Doug said he’d meet us at the court!” She broke into a canter, or a trot, or whatever its called when a bipedal horse-girls starts moving casually at a speed a human has to jog to catch up to. Tentacles followed instantly but the fuzzy white-haired cat-girl lingered a second. She approached Kathy and flung her arms around her, squeezing her tight in a hug. “You’re going to have so much fun!” she said before releasing the startled woman and sprinting after her friends.
The three of them seemed so… happy. Very different girls with very different changes, but it looked ot be working out for them. None of them were anything like what she wanted to be, but still… it felt reassuring.
Kathy looked back at the store’s façade. She had time before her appointment, but she couldn’t put off the decision any longer.
But really, there was only one decision to make, and she’d made up her mind ages ago.
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“Welcome to the Body Boutique! Genevieve is busy with a client, but she should be back up here in just a couple minutes!”
Kathy blinked. Where was that voice coming from? After a heartbeat of confusion, she found the source of the cheery, youthful, feminine voice… albeit rather lower than she would have expected.
There was a young woman, wearing a pink miniskirt, a pair of open-toed, rather expensive looking four-inch heels, and nothing else. On a normal human that would be lewd, but the girl’s body just ended at her hips, with her neck and smiling head perched right on top. Everything between her hips and her neck was just missing.
The shortened woman laughed. Kathy smiled in return… just how rude is overlooking a girl who couldn’t be more than three feet tall be?
“Uh, hi. Sorry, I didn’t see you down there…”
“No worries!” the girl chirped. She took a swaying step towards, her reduced frame almost exaggerating the sultry sway of long legs and high heels. She was young, probably a high school senior. She wore her hair in twin pig-tails that fell down behind her, swaying around her knees.
“My name’s Zoe, by the way. I help out around here. And yeah, I know I’m kinda easy to miss right now. Don’t worry about it!”
“Oh, uh, I understand. I’m, ah, well, I have an appointment…”
“Katherine Harris?” Zoe chirped. Kathy nodded and she smiled, hopping in place with excitement. The gesture seemed bizarre, but then again, Zoe didn’t have many other options for expressing herself.
“Ah, good, good! You’re early! Vivy will be with you in just a few minutes; she’s been excited for your procedure. We don’t get many like it, you know. Bet that’s part of the fun?”
“Ah… I don’t really know about that… did Vivy do your change, too?” She gestured at Zoe’s greatly reduced form and immediately felt foolish for gesturing at something that wasn’t there.
“Yup!” She twirled, her shirt skirt fluttering around her taut butt, “it’s neat! Everything’s so different from here, and I feel so light and full of energy!”
Kathy nodded, smiling awkwardly. How did a high school girl decide on being reduced to a head on legs? Well, supposedly she still had her pussy, and she definitely still had a butt on her. Fortunately, it seemed Zoe wasn’t the sort that needed much prompting to carry on a conversation.
“It’s really just a transitory thing. Vivy likes to reuse components, conservation of mass and all of that, so I was able to pretty much just pawn off my middle. Sometimes I kinda miss my boobs, but this is so much fun, and I’m really just saving up money.” She leaned in forward, which brought her face closer to Kathy’s crotch than her ears, “this is fun and all, but I’m really just saving up money for a conjoinment! It’s going to be so neat sharing a body with my girlfriend…”
“Is my twelve-o’clock here?” a woman’s voice called out from behind the shop’s partition, briefly cutting off the receptionist.
“Oh! I think so!” the shortened girl replied. “You’re Kathy Summers, right? Everything is prepared, transportation has been arranged, and Vivy has the next hour cleared!”
“Ah, excellent!” the voice replied again, “I’ll be with you in a minute, dear.”
“Thanks,” Kathy rsaid, looking around the shop itself for the first time. It seemed that the assistant (secretary?) had to fill out some paperwork or notification about her visit, and operating the touch-pad behind her desk without arms was taking the majority of her attention. In the momentary silence, Kathy tried to take in the details of the place.
This was really just a waiting room with a secretary’s desk. There were chairs and end-tables piled with magazines. Absently, Kathy flipped through the selection on the nearest table; Gemini Conjoinment, Ariel’s Artistry, Anthromorph Monthly, Devotees, the Augmented Woman (naga edition), and Multibreast. She remembered touching herself to pilfered copies of some of these magazines when she was younger. The thought brought a rosy color to her cheeks and she left the magazines where they were to look at the walls.
The off-white painted walls were adorned with numerous framed pictures. Each was a photograph, presumably depicting someone who had visited the boutique.
Kathy noticed one series of pictures, in a prominent place along the wall to the back-rooms. There were five in total, each depicting two people. It took an instant for Kathy to grasp what it was.
The first picture was of a pair of kids, seniors in high school or freshmen in college, somewhere around that period. There was a girl and a boy, and their poses, the way she leaned against him, the smile on their faces, and the guy’s subtly possessive posture all suggested that the two were a couple. The girl was petite, with long brown hair hanging past her shoulders, and a cute, almost mischievous smile. She had an arm wrapped around the guy, who was easily a foot taller than his girlfriend. He was cute, short sandy-blonde hair, with a sort of shy smile that made his youthful features oddly endearing. The type of person she’d have hooked up with back in school.
The second picture was obviously the same pair a little while later. Maybe a year or so. They each had an arm wrapped around each other, both smiling towards the camera. It seemed like the girl, who was almost certainly the illustrious Genevieve, had grown a fair bit in the intervening time; she was only an inch or so shorter than her boyfriend now. She’d changed her hair color to a vibrant, bright blue, and she seemed to be filling out her t-shirt more. The guy seemed happier in this picture, too. He seemed different, somehow… at first Kathy just thought it was the year’s growth, but as she lingered on his smiling face, it seemed subtly off, somehow…
It wasn’t until she saw the third picture that she realized what had been happening. Now the woman, who Kathy just recognized as Genevieve from the pictures she’d seen on the Boutique’s website, was hugging a blushing, smiling girl, still kind of lanky, but definitely female. Now that he had boobs, hips, and curves, Kathy could see the slow progression, how the features from the first picture had softened, how the lips became fuller, the nose more petite, a dozen little things that had subtly shifted the young man from awkward, juvenile male to androgeny to cute female. She was wearing a sundress, her smile equal parts earnest and embarrassed, her hair a striking dark green.
Genevieve was hugging her, one arm wrapped around her boyfriend-turned-girlfriend’s waist. She was actually the taller of the two, now, and had undergone further changes of her own. Her breasts were definitely bigger than the modest b-cups she’d started out with, a short pair of curved horns grew from her temples, and a tail could be seen swaying out from underneath the hem of her skirt. But, perhaps most importantly, a conspicuous bulge near the top of her skirt made it clear that Genevieve wasn’t entirely woman anymore, either.
In the fourth picture, Genevieve was hugging her girlfriend with four arms. It seemed she had gotten the extra pair from her lover, because the green-haired woman was armless, a tight-fitting band holding up her now considerable breasts and smoothly covering her bare, round shoulders suggesting she’d been armless long enough to have built a wardrobe around it. She was in the foreground, so Kathy could see that her legs had been replaced with a long, green-scaled snake’s tail. A long, forked tongue was slipping through her smiling lips as Genevieve kissed her on the cheek. The sorceress was now much more invested in her daemon look; her curved horns swept backward, more prominent than before, her pale skin was now a dusky lavender, and her legs ended in hooves.
The final picture seemed rather recent. Genevieve was the woman she’d seen on the ads; dusky violet skinned with a quartet of curved horns peeking through a mane of wild, dark-blue hair, with sharp and powerful features with inviting lips and eager eyes. She had four breasts bound in a tight shirt and was wearing a pair of boxers that clung to her curvy hips, barely concealing the roused cock within. She was playfully sticking out a deep blue tongue that had to be at least eight inches long.
Her lover was more feminine than ever, with full lips, expressive eyes, and soft, elegant features. She wore a blouse, but Kathy could see the outline of eight breasts through it, in four rows of two, the largest pair easily as large as Genevieve’s, and each of the lower breasts smaller by a cup-size or so. She had a few piercings along her ears, small rings and studs of gold standing out against her jade green skin. She was sticking her own forked tongue out at her lover, the same teasing happiness in her smiling eyes.
“Ah, Kathy Summers.”
Kathy spun to see the woman from the final picture only to find it didn’t quite convey Genevieve’s size. The woman standing in front of her was easily six and a half feet tall. She wore a simple indigo-colored buttoned shirt, sleeveless and with two large holes along its sides for her four arms. Her upper legs and hips were covered by a pair of loose shorts, a men’s cut altered to fit her anatomy. Kathy could see the bulge of her groin, but more noticeably, she smelled of magic, that subtle tingling that lingers in the back of the mind, her mere presence promising erotic things that made Kathy’s heart race.
“Pleased to meet you, in person, Genevieve” she managed to say, extending a hand to shake the body sculptress’.
“Oh, just call me Vivian,” she smiled, shaking Kathy’s hand. Her grip was strong, confident without being overbearing. It would have been a business woman’s shake, but Vivian had two right arms, and the second gently stroked Kathy’s wrist and hand, sending an involuntary, not entirely unpleasant shiver up her arm. Her knees felt weak and her heart fluttered.
“I must say, I do love working imaginative changes. Boob jobs are all well and good, but I adore someone who walks in with an imagination, and desire, like yours.” Vivian licked her lips, “as requested, all the legal work has been filled out online. Everything is ready. You don’t even need to sign anything.”
Kathy nodded. She’d been afraid that she might chicken out at the last moment, so she’d tried to handle as many things as possible beforehand, from electronic signatures to transportation arrangements. And now she was here, just a few short steps from her destiny.
“I’m ready,” she said, her worry slowly growing into exhilaration, “what happens now?”
“Just step this way. This is where the magic happens.”
Vivian opened the door she’d come from, marked with a simple sign that read ‘Sculptress and Clients Only’. Kathy found herself holding her breath as she crossed the threshold into the backroom, the laboratory where the bizarre flesh-sculptor worked her trade.
She didn’t know what she was expecting, but the back-room of the Boutique certainly wasn’t it. She blinked a couple times as she took in the area. There weren’t any astrolabes, witch’s tomes, bubbling cauldrons, or cackling gargoyles… come to think of that, she felt foolish for imagining there might be. Instead, the place seemed something like a mixture between a clinic and a piercing parlor… but the good kind of piercing place, the type that was sterilized and clean and more like a nurse’s office than not.
The walls were painted in a pastel bluish-white, the floor was hard linoleum tile, and the space was divided into a main walk way and three stalls, each a little larger than a cubicle. There were cabinets lining many of the walls, some rolling platforms, tables, jars of hand sanitizer, cotton swabs, and raised reclining bed-chairs, just like the ones a hundred nurses had told her to lie down on.
Two of the stalls were empty, but the third was very occupied. Kathy stopped as Vivian moved, starting at the set-up in the stall furthest from the door. It was the largest of the stalls by a fair margin. Even from here, Kathy could see a variety of harnesses, wall and ceiling mounted appliances that would have been at home in a BDSM dungeon if they had a little more red leather and lace. As it was, they seemed almost medical in their simplicity.
These straps were holding a woman, her arms sagging against two chains that held up her hands in padded restraints, and some type of bodice that seemed to wrap around her tremendous, watermelon-sized breasts before sweeping into a corset or bra of sorts, ropes or chords of some manner attached to the garment, holding up her torso more or less upright. Her head lolled against a padded semi-circle, held in place by another assortment of wires, giving the impression of a woman who had somehow managed to fall asleep standing up.
Below the waist, her body seemed to be that of a cow. The curve of her hips melted into the chest of a thirteen hundred pound bovine form, complete with black-and-white splotchy fur patterns and a tremendous udder that hung heavily between her hind legs
Her bovine quarters were being held up too. A series of cushioned straps anchored in the ceiling crossed over her bovine stomach, hoisted by chains to a mount in the ceiling. The cow-woman couldn’t be able to move very much, but she seemed to be asleep standing up. As Kathy watched, she noticed the cow-woman swayed ever so slightly on her hooves.
“Am… I ready… yet?” the woman breathed in a far-off voice, like that of a woman half-awake from pleasant dreams.
“Not yet Betsy,” Vivian replied, reemerging from the stall she’d went into to approach her other subject. She gave the girl a long, slow pat along her back, brushing through her flowing manes of golden curls and gently feeling one of her heaving tits. The cow-girl (Betsy?) closed her eyes again and let out a long, happy moan that sounded suspiciously like a ‘moo’.
She turned back towards Kathy, “Betsy here is my big job of the week. A change like hers takes time. The girl’s more than quintupling in mass, so the magic needs time to rework and resettle a lot of things.”
Kathy lingered. There was something oddly familiar about the cow-centaur.
“David? David Huesof?”
Vivian raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a bemused smirk. David, or Betsy now, didn’t respond, but shifted her weight again in her dreamy haze.”
“I’m impressed. Not many people could get a read like that after a full gender swap, to say nothing of the cow parts. How’d you guess?”
Kathy shrugged. Why did her ears feel so warm? Like she was glowing under the sculptress’ praise. “I knew him in college. Nice guy. Always seemed to be dating someone with huge tits… or an udder, come to think of it. I dunno… maybe something in his posture? The feel?”
Vivian nodded approvingly. “I can’t tell you much, client confidentiality and all that, but Betsy here is headed to a special dairy farm in a few days, once she finishes metabolizing her changes. She’ll be in very good, very skilled hands. And the next glass of milk you drink might come from her. Now, let’s head on; your table is just around here.”
She led Kathy to another cubicle-like booth, this one much smaller than Betsy’s. There was a counter on one end, with hand sanitizer and a basket on top and cupboards beneath, and bed that could have just as well been a padded table. It was a little taller than waist height; a good elevation for the tall sculptress to work.
“If you’d strip we can begin!” Vivian said, gesturing at the clothes basket.
Kathy found her fingers fumbling at her waistband before she even knew it. She unfastened her open-faced shoes, tugged down her blue jeans, pulled off her simple camisole and undershirt, and tossed them all into the basket. She looked at Vivian for an instant, seeing the sculptress smiling at her. Her blush intensified as she moved her fingers to unfasten her bra. Her modest breasts jiggled free as she tossed the garment into the bin. Lastly she slipped her panties down over her smooth thighs, her visibly wet, clean shaven sex open to the cool air. She gasped involuntarily, maybe from the sculptress’ gaze, maybe because of her own anticipation. With a flick of her wrist she flung her last pair of panties onto the clothes pile.
“Right up here,” Vivian said, patting the bed with one of her four arms.
Kathy hopped up onto the bed, casting a last, lingering gaze onto the pile of her discarded clothing. Was that the last t-shirt she would ever wear? It’d certainly be the last one she’d ever put on by herself. The thought made her giggle nervously, her cheeks warming with blush. She felt her womanhood grow hot and wet, aching with an arousal that was fighting abject fear in her heart. There would be no turning back from this point.
“Let’s get started,” Vivian purred, her lustrous dark lips curved in an eager smile.
Before Kathy could react, Vivian’s lips were upon hers, her tongue parting open her mouth and stroking. It was electrifying. She returned the kiss automatically, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of the embrace, the warmth, impossible woman’s intoxicating taste. She almost didn’t recognize the tingling sensation that seemed to dance through her tongue, twirling down her spine as something akin to a tickle or caress before it filled her body with warmth, like a good night-cap.
Vivian broke the kiss after what felt like a century. Kathy panted, her sex wet and yearning, her nipples erect and pleading, and her heart pounding in excitement. Her arms and legs felt weak… like when she kissed her first boyfriend and found herself weak in the knees and putty in his arms. Only this… she curved her lips into an expectant smile; this was something a great deal more marvelous.
“Mmmm,” Vivian purred, licking her lips as she stood up, “I can taste the lust on you. You…” she chuckled, “you are going to enjoy this, I can tell.”
Kathy opened her lips, but only a yearning, desperate moan emerged. Thankfully, Vivian didn’t stop. Her four hands were on Kathy, stroking her stomach, her breasts, her right arm, and shoulder blade. Wherever her delicate, dusk-colored fingers caressed, her skin felt alive. She wriggled underneath Vivian’s touch, adjusting herself as the body-sculptress positioned her. Then, Vivian anchored her two lower arms against Kathy’s shoulder and hip, and placed her other two on Kathy’s right arm.
“Now the fun part begins,” she cooed into Kathy’s ear, extending her tongue to teasingly lick Kathy’s prone neck. Kathy gasped in surprise and delight, only for the noise to extend into a loud, ecstatic cry as Vivian pushed. There was a shock, something amazing and powerful and wonderful, an influx of warmth and arousal flooding into her chest. She turned her head to see the cause of it; her arm was sinking into her torso. Already Vivian had it pushed almost to the elbow. Kathy all but sang in pleasure as her right arm sank away, wiggling her fingers with what little control over the limb she still had. Vivian, in a teasing mood it seemed, chose to lick and kiss each fingertip as they sank into the smooth roundness of her bare, naked shoulder.
She was panting, but Vivian didn’t give her a moment to recoup. With her four deceptively strong arms she rotated Kathy, turning her around so that she could have clear, easy access to her remaining arm. A careless giggle escaped Kathy’s chest; her limbs felt so weak and tingly now, she couldn’t have pushed the sculptress away even if she wanted to. Vivian kissed her, softly along the nape of her neck, going upward kiss by kiss until she nibbled on her ear, Kathy squealing with girlish delight until she started howling in neigh orgasmic pleasure, feeling her left arm being pushed up into her just like the right one had.
This time, though, she felt something more specific, beneath the flood of magic and glorious ecstasy of fantasy made real. Not only was her arm sinking away into her chest, vanishing forever, but there was a swelling accompanying it. She looked down and, as her left arm vanished up past her elbow, she saw her breasts grow, their familiar curves already extending further than she knew they did when she arrived only a few minutes before. Her familiar, comfortable breasts had burgeoned into a truly impressive, expansive bosom. It was hard to believe they were really hers, but she felt their new weight tug her forward, and without her arms to balance she was in danger of tipping over.
Vivian kissed away the fingers on her left hand as they vanished, leaving her shoulders smooth and bare. She shuddered when Vivian ran one of her hands over the smooth, featureless nub, the movement making her enlarged, melon sized breasts jiggle in a strange, delightful way.
“Now… just lay down on your chest,” Vivian whispered, gently pushing on Kathy’s back. She was all too happy to oblige, letting out a soft, lovely squeak as her weight fell onto her new breasts. They felt so warm and squishy, and even this motion, her own weight, was deliciously delightful. Her boobs had never been so sensitive, and now just laying on them felt so good…
With two strong hands, Vivian gently grasped Kathy by her ankles, lifting her legs up onto the clinic bed, laying her subject out horizontally. She planted a soft kiss on Kathy’s right calf, and then her left one. She held Kathy firmly by her hips with two of her hands and then gently grabbed Kathy’s feet with her other pair. She began pushing, and the movement flooded Kathy with an influx of warmth, making the aching need in her womanhood all the more demanding. The tingling intensified, the sculptress’ magic remaking her body, converting her legs into… something glorious.
She wriggled her hips slightly, but Vivian held her firmly. Inch by inch her legs vanished forever. Some of the mass was being reallocated, but this procedure wouldn’t be like David’s… or, rather, Betty’s. No, Kathy would be losing a lot of mass with her change, her disappeared weight transubstantiated into sensation, sensitivity, arousal…
Kathy wriggled her toes as her feet sank away, but Vivian had other ideas. With the hands that had been pushing away her limbs, she began to tickle the soles of Kathy’s feet, now already ankle-deep in her expanding bottom.
“Eeek!” Kathy cried as Vivian chuckled.
“Just think, this is the last time anyone will ever tickle your feet,” Vivian cooed.
The reminder of the permanence, the monumental impact of this change… Kathy smiled. There wasn’t any fear or nervousness anymore. Everything felt so good, so right.
“Hmmm…” she purred as, with a goodbye kiss on her toes, Vivian pushed the last remnants of her feet away. The sculptress ran a hand over her smooth, round ass, where her thigh used to be. The feeling of touch in that space, where it should have been possible, was strange and alien and amazing. She felt odd, though, when Vivian groped her ass. It felt good, much better than it had ever had when her boyfriends played with it, but the proportions…
Her ass was bigger. Expanded in much the same way her breasts have, with some portion of her vanished limbs. She couldn’t help but giggle, just thinking about her round, taut, jiggly booty now. Not that she’d ever be able to shake it, of course.
“I’ve done quadruple limb-removals before, you know,” Vivian said, standing up from where Kathy lay prone on her chest. “Pillow girls are always so adorable. I keep suggesting to my girlfriend that we should buy one. Or make one.”
She ran a finger over Kathy’s pussy, and Kathy cried out in shock and delight. Just that little touch had felt like a climax, but it wasn’t… no, she was still horny, needy, wet, and carving much, much more. Vivian traced a finger along Kathy’s labia… it felt so different, somehow larger… did it expand like her ass did? Or did it just feel that way, since it had become so much more of her, proportionately?
“You won’t be having any of those phantom-limb perceptions that come from more… mundane amputations. Your limbs are gone, and all the corresponding wiring has been…” she chuckled, “redirected. It’s a fairly simple procedure, even if few go for it… I want to thank you. I always enjoy these sort of changes, and it’s a pleasure to work on something unique. I’ve done a half-dozen quadruple limb removals, but you’re the first to ever detail something quite like this.”
Kathy smiled. She stretched, arching her spine, contracting her abs, craning her neck, just exploring ounce of mobility her reduced body had to offer. It’d be difficult, but she could crawl like this. Wriggling around, using her enlarged bust and ass as anchors, and making movement by pushing with her abdominals.
“I’m ready for the next part,” she said, her voice warm with conviction and, surprisingly, a little pride. Even her body-sculptress thought her idea was delicious.
Vivian didn’t voice a reply. Instead, she brought her face close, until Kathy could feel her breath on her ass and glistening wet sex. Slowly, almost tauntingly, she stroked Kathy’s quivering sex.
Kathy moaned, unable to do more than squirm in place as she felt the sculptress inhumanly long tongue caress her. But through the shock of pleasure, through aching need to be filled, she felt the tell-tale, almost ticklish tingle of magic flowing through her. It filled her reduced body, and she grinned, half giddy in anticipation for what would come next.
When Vivian was finished with her tongue, she placed tow hands along Kathy’s hips and the other two along her smooth shoulders. Vivian pulled, and Kathy felt her body explode with sensation.
It was overwhelming. Her limbs vanishing had been one thing, erogenous for reasons both magical and personal, but ultimately they were something she could process. The human body had no frame of reference for what was happening now. She was awash in waves of sensation, but could hardly tell what they were. Rationally, she knew what was happening. She’d given Vivian very explicit, precise details, and had researched this extensively. The Sculptress was compressing her, and with every breath and heartbeat she was pushing away her torso.
The magic was changing her, fundamentally. Limbs were one thing, but now her lungs, her intestines, even her very heart had to be radically transformed. The metaphysics behind it were complicated; some organs were simply vanishing, most were being phased partially out of existence… within her but not. Her blood would pump, but she wouldn’t have a heart in her chest, because she wouldn’t have a chest anymore. Her body would rise and fall with her breathing, but her longs wouldn’t technically exist. Magic was being woven into her body and being; it’d nourish her in lieu of the stomach she was giving up, and she’d end up something between a full woman and an inanimate object.
That was the thought that did it. That dear, cherished fantasy, the understanding of its immediacy, the intimidate knowledge of permanent, life-long realization of every fetish she had loved, that was what consolidated it. Through that auspex her body determined what was happening was pleasurable, and she howled in orgasm as Vivian compressed her, overwhelmed by the feeling of her chest being pushed away into itself, into nothing.
She must have blacked out for an instant there, because the next thing she knew she was panting, her pussy dripping, her thundering pulse slowing but still thrumming through her ears, nipples, and engorged loins…
She couldn’t have been out of it for more than a couple seconds. Vivian was just taking her hands off of her, running them over her greatly reduced body. Their teasing touch helped her picture her new outline, as she couldn’t quite bend her neck enough to get a good image. Her torso was all but gone. Her head, which had been lying against the cushions of the raised bed, was now propped up, her neck rising from where her greatly enlarged breasts rested on the sheets. Her bust ended right where her bottom began, leaving her limbless body not quite two feet long, and almost all tits, ass, and pussy.
Vivian circled around her, looming giant over her compacted form. She was sweating with the exertion of her art, but beamed with pride at her work. She didn’t say a word as she leaned forward to finish the change. With the last of her mobility, Kathy leaned into the Sculptress’ kiss.
It was lighter than the previous ones, airy and whimsical and teased with the flavor of magic. Kathy felt almost giddy as Vivian broke the embrace. Vivian placed a single finger from a single hand on Kathy’s forehead and gently pushed.
The room fell upward, and Kathy, tired and exhausted and giddy, had to giggle as she experienced the final change. With only the slightest touch, her head fell back, her neck vanishing, the twin orbs of her breasts rising in her field of view as her head sank away into body. It felt warm, soft, even tranquil… an enveloping soft warmness as head sank into her new, soft, sexual body.
“Ah,” she whispered, lost in the sensations of her new existence. She didn’t hear the footsteps of Vivian leaving her side, but noticed when she returned, holding a hand-mirror. With practiced articulation, she held the mirror in front of Kathy’s face, angling it so she could see her final form.
She’d been reduced to only her most favorite, essential parts. Her modest breasts and slim ass had both expanded, becoming luscious pillows of barely contained flesh and arousal. They also accounted for the great majority of her current mass. Her two gigantic, melon sized breasts stood prominently, gleaming pink nipples easily as large as her former thumbs stood at attention, erect and needing and bobbling ever so slightly with the little breaths she took. Her face stared up, slightly changed to her surprise; her lips were more prominent, almost pouty, her eyes a little larger, and more expressive. It made her look more sexual, more helpless. It was perfect. Her face began in her cleavage, with the twin mounds of her breasts rising past her cheekbones. The curve of her boobs obscured the lower third of her field vision, a soft mammalian horizon that would color every vista she’d see for the rest of her life. Her torso was almost gone, but it seemed as though her body was cemented by the small mass of her hips. The upper half of her head was positioned along their top, her forehead crowning just before her former coccyx, where her ass began, its crack bisecting two voluminous, round and taut cheeks.
Vivian angled the mirror so that Kathy’s eyes could see it reflect the light from a second hand-mirror, this one Vivian had positioned over her rear. Kathy smiled as she looked through it, seeing her full, perfect ass, clean little anus, and the glistening mound of her enlarged and needy vagina. Her labia full and flush and her aching twat completely visible and accessible. Anyone behind her could penetrate it, as clear and brazen as it was displayed, and she had nothing left she could use to cover it.
“How are you feeling?” Vivian asked, her voice soft and sultry.
“I… I feel wonderful,” Kathy said, her own voice softer than she recalled, either from exhaustion or her newly reduced diaphragm. “I’m… boobs… and ass, and pussy… and I feel so beautiful…”
Kathy closed her eyes and tried to feel herself. She flexed every muscle she could, trying to find out what she could still control. She had full control over her face. She could carry on her old kegel exercises, clutching and releasing the muscles of her anus and womanhood. She could breathe, ever so slightly inflating the magically reduced body at the core of her being, nestled between her old hips, although this was so slight it hardly seemed noticeable.
Everything else was gone. No arms, no legs, nothing she could use to move herself, or interact with the world more than an inch past her face, now angled slightly upward on the forward arc of her pelvis-body-core. She couldn’t even wriggle her compact body, merely shudder at the powerful sensations coursing through her.
Vivian brushed a finger over her left nipple, and Kathy moaned in pleasure. Even that glancing touch had felt as powerful an orgasm… only it brought no relief, and the delightful arousal still lingered, her nipples begging to be touched, her twat yearning to be filled. And she couldn’t do a thing to relieve them. The knowledge, the intimate tactile proof of her helplessness was arousing in a different, altogether more powerful way.
“Are… are you going to fuck me now?” she murmured, rallying control over her faculties.
Vivian bit her lip, “oh… you are so tempting,” she licked her lips, eyes alight, and gently ran a hand over one of Kathy’s full breasts. “But you gave me instructions beforehand, and I think it best I honor them. Now… a change like that takes a lot of a girl, so just relax…”
Vivian placed two strong, gentle hands along Kathy’s flanks and lifted her up like she weighed nothing. Kathy felt her breasts and ass jiggle with motion, hanging perky and full without a table to support them. Only now did she realize just how small she had become; she couldn’t weigh more than twenty pounds!
She placed Kathy in a box. Kathy didn’t get a good view of the outside, and she only vaguely remembered the details of the service… funny, how she could be shipped now. The small, soft, padded box was much more fitting than a car seat. She felt herself be lowered into it, her soft orbs squish against its padded walls, her mass resting comfortably, her own eyes drooping, half-lidded, as Vivian said something. No real idea what, though; she was far too tired. She felt herself drifting to sleep even before Vivian placed the air-hole covered top onto her box, giving her the darkness she required for a much needed nap.