Eric entered his apartment carrying two cloth bags. He gently set one down on the dining room table while carrying the other to the kitchen, where he began to unload some pasta, sauce, seasoning, loaf of garlic bread, and a bottle of wine.

“Hey, you’re not just going to leave me in here, are you?” said a voice from the other bag he left in the other room.

Smiling, Eric made his way back to the forgotten bag and rolled down its sides, revealing the pouty face of a brunette head, “I can’t believe you’d treat a poor, helpless head like this!”

Jen had been talking about this date all week, and made it abundantly clear that this is exactly how she wanted to be treated. Body Magic was one of those things that wasn’t illegal, but society as a whole wasn’t quite ready to accept, so only the brave would practice it, and even fewer still had the courage to flaunt in in public, especially in a state that left one as vulnerable as a disembodied head, hence her journey in a cloth bag. Jen had a growing interest in Body Magic, and when she finally met someone capable of performing it, her curiosity led her to asking Eric many questions, which led to the two hitting it off. A month later, here they were.

Eric placed a hand on each of Jen’s cheeks and slowly lifted her up to his eye level, “So, how does it feel?”

“It’s crazy, but like, in a good way!” Jen responded, looking back and forth, wiggling her neck stump, with a huge smile on her face, “I can’t do anything like this!”

“Oh, I can think of a few things you’re capable of…” Eric said wryly.

“Oh, like what?” She gave him a seductive grin.

“Well, for starters…” Eric tucked Jen’s head under his arm and walked to the kitchen, “I don’t know how to cook, so you’re going to be my Alexa and walk me through it.”

Jen relished the feeling of having her head cradled in Eric’s arm. She felt safe despite her helpless form, and much more comfortable than riding in a cloth bag. After she was set on the kitchen counter, Eric said, “Alexa, how do I cook spaghetti for two?”

After she walked him through the process(which only required two scoldings for messing up!) Eric set the table, using Jen’s head as the centerpiece. He would feed the end of a spaghetti strand into her mouth, and she would suck it up. He also tried to give her some wine, but most of the sip wound up dribbling down her chin, so Eric thought it best to get a straw.

“Drinking wine through a straw is so undignified!” Jen protested.

“What are you gonna do about it, you’re just a head?”

“Fair enough.” She said, accepting the straw into her mouth.

When the meal was almost over, Jen began to suck in one of the last spaghetti noodles, but left it dangling out of the end of her mouth. With wide eyes, she stared into Eric’s eyes, then down at the noodle, then back and forth between the two until he finally took the hint.

“Oh, you want me to…” Eric picked up Jen’s head, took the opposite end of the noodle into his own mouth, and they both sucked it in until their lips met, reenacting the famous scene from Lady and the Tramp. It was their second kiss, but this one was much more enjoyable, and not just because of the pasta.

After the kiss, Eric carried Jen’s head to the living room, setting her down on the coffee table. He put the remote in front of her and said, “Find us a movie to watch on Netflix while I clean up.”

“But I can’t…” Jen said, but Eric was already gone, and in a few seconds, she could hear the sound of running water and scrubbing from the kitchen. She stared hopelessly at the remote, unable to operate it due to her lack of hands, or anything else below her neck. Jen was into bondage before she learned about Body Magic(which to her just seemed like bondage without the hassle of chains and leather), and said one thing she wanted to experience was true helplessness, and she had to hand it to Eric for delivering on her request.

As she heard popcorn popping, she took the opportunity to really take it all in. Being a head in a room alone was completely different than having company. Just as helpless, but with no one to talk to or carry her around. She figured she may as well be a potted plant.

“Oh, couldn’t decide, could we,” Eric taunted Jen as he returned with a bowl of popcorn and another glass of wine with a straw sticking out of it, “Guess I’ll just pick what I want, then.”

“Hey, no fair, I couldn’t use the remote!” Jen said, but Eric placed the bowl and glass beside her then sat down on the couch behind her. He picked her up then placed her on his lap. She blushed and knew immediately she wouldn’t be paying attention to whatever movie was playing anyways.

After about twenty minutes of relishing sitting on Eric’s lap and periodically being fed popcorn or wine, Eric said, “Hey, uh, I gotta pee.”

“But I JUST got comfortable!” Jen replied.

“Okay, but keep in mind if I can’t hold it, it’s not my apartment that’s going to need a carpet cleaning.”

“Ugh, FINE!”

In the next town over, in Jen’s apartment, her headless body sat up in her bed and blindly felt around her nightstand, finding the object she was looking for: Eric’s detached junk. As excited as Jen was to experience being just a head, and as much as she liked Eric, this was still only a third date. She didn’t know if she could trust him with her being in a helpless state. At least, not if he didn’t leave some collateral at her apartment to make sure her head was eventually returned safely to her shoulders in roughly the same condition she had given it to him in. The only fair trade for her head, she argued, was his dick and balls. He agreed to her terms.

Luckily, she knew how to get from her bedroom to her bathroom with her eyes closed. She carried the package to the toilet, lifted the seat, cupped his balls with one hand and aimed his dick with the other.

“Okay, you’re good to go.”

After relieving himself, Jen had her body take Eric’s package to the sink to wash it up. The warm water and soapy massage made Eric’s legs fidget, which caused Jen’s head to bob up and down.

“That feels… really good.” Eric moaned.

“Yes, I can tell from how hard you’re getting.”

After drying him off, Jen decided to take advantage of Eric’s erection and the fact she was wearing a tanktop by sliding his dick into her cleavage for her walk back to her bedroom. Every step she took made his balls bounce on her breasts. It hurt a little, but he didn’t care. When her body got back to her bedroom, she lay down on her bed, leaving Eric’s dick between her tits, and began to squeeze them together around it.

“I… don’t care about the movie anymore.” Eric said, his face beet red.

“I never did.”

Eric lifted Jen’s head so the two could begin to madly make out. Meanwhile, in Jen’s apartment, her body slid his dick in and out of her squished-together breasts a few times before she tore her panties off and lowered him downward. She traced the rock hard living dildo around her lips before plunging it in.

Back in Eric’s apartment, he broke their kiss and flipped her head upside down, giving him free reign to kiss and lick the smooth-skinned surface of her neck stump. “Oh god… oh god… that feels so weird… don’t stop!” Jen cried as she used one hand to pump Eric’s dick in and out of her while her other hand fondled the identical cut surface on her body’s neck stump. The closest she would be able to describe the feeling was ‘pop rocks exploding in the middle of my throat’.

Jen, no longer satisfied simply pumping Eric’s dick in and out of her pussy, gently grabbed him by the balls and used them to spin his dick around inside her, twisting him in and out. The sensation almost made Eric drop Jen’s head, “Yes, YES! Keep doing that!” Eric yelled.

It didn’t take much longer for them to achieve a simultaneous orgasm. In Eric’s apartment, he lay exhausted on the couch with Jen’s head resting on his chest while he gently stroked her cheek. In Jen’s apartment, her body lay exhausted on her bed with Eric’s package resting on her chest while she gently stroked his flaccid shaft.

“That is, by far, the most fun I’ve ever had with my clothes on.” Eric said.