I couldn’t tell you how much time passed. But I could say some other things - all that was left of me was what she grabbed, and it doesn’t take a lot of guesswork to figure out what that could be. I figured I was in her purse. So was Amy. Amy was, as far as my best guess went, just a hand. Once in a while, when her purse was jostled a bit, we’d bump into each other, finally close enough that she grabbed hold.
That was nice. I had a good time. However long it took. Then I was dumped out on a bed, along with a bunch of other stuff. Amy let go. I’d almost gotten soft, it’d been so long.
I got my vision back. Everything took a second. I was whole. Naked. We were back at Amy’s.
Emma stood there, fully dressed. I smiled, seeing she still had three legs.
“Hi,” I said, a little quieter than I meant to.
“Oh hi,” she said. “Sorry, I had to meet with an advisor. I’d have brought you along, but…”
“But we’re two headless people,” I finished.
“Yea. And I just thought it’d be funny to carry you two around like that. Thanks for not exploding all over my purse, by the way.”
“Where’s Amy?”
“Oh, yea. You’re gonna like this, I think.”
Instantly, Amy was behind me. I felt her wrap me up with her arms and we dove onto the bed. She was whole again, but naked. It wasn’t long before, the two of us making out, I began to tease against her and found —
Something stopped me. She should have at least been wet. I fingered at her and found … nothing. Just smooth across. At this point, she noticed too and we stopped, both of us just staring at her new barbie doll crotch.
I heard Emma giggling. She was sitting down watching us. Her middle leg crossed over her right one.
“What the hell?” said Amy, looking up.
“It’s there. You just have to find it.”
“It’s where?” Amy began searching all over her body, as did I. “I swear, if you put it on my knee, or my armpit or something, it’s totally just going to be awkward.”
“I don’t see it,” I confessed, having scanned her up and down.
“Here, I’ll give you a hint,” said Emma, taking my notebook from class and flipping it over to the page of our dirty-talk.
Amy leaned over and re-read the conversation, then began feeling through her hair, at last arriving at the back of her head. Her face twinged with pleasure.
“Yea, I get it now. ‘Fuck my brains out’ right?” she said. And then, a pleasurable “Ohh…”
“That’s it, sweetie.”
“And you’re just going to… watch?”
“You got to watch.”
“I know, I just don’t want you to be left out.”
“I’m fine. Just don’t think I don’t have plans.”
“Let’s do it. Only I want to be just a head.”
“If that’s what you want. May I ask why?”
“Cause Joey seems to like it when I’m just a little toy.”
I picked up Amy’s head from the bed where it seemed to have been laying for a couple seconds at least. I slipped her onto me, then up and down, up and down. I flipped her over for a better view of her expression. Her pussy was at the back of her head, and my cock ran straight through to her forehead.
“Gah,” she mumbled.
“What,” I said, stopping for a second.
“Just when your cock is in my head, it’s all I can think ab—oh…” I kept going.
Emma giggled. “Wait,” she said. “Leaver her on you.” I stopped. We both looked down at Amy’s face - she was slack-jawed, looking somewhere between intense pleasure and pain. I assumed the former.
“Joey, why’d you stop,” said Emily, smirking.
I took in my surroundings.
“Because you took away my arms and legs,” I said. This seemed okay.
“Oh did I? Silly me. I guess you’re rubbing off on me, huh?”
I tried to keep going. I squirmed a little bit, in and out of Amy by about an inch. It didn’t make much difference. I looked at Emma.
“Little help?” she asked.
Words didn’t really come to me. I only nodded.
“All right. I’ll help you out. And then we’ll play a little game.”
A game. For a second, I wondered what she could want. Then she stood up and took a hold of Amy’s head and twisted it 180 degrees. I gasped. She spun her around again, then started slowly pumping her up and down. I lay there, thrusting as much as I could.
She started a rhythm, leaning down over my and grinning. I could feel Amy tighten as she started gasping, “Ahh” with every stroke. I was getting closer. Emma leaned over and licked her lips, then kissed me hard. I came and heard Amy shriek.
Time passed. I caught my breath. Emma finally got off of me, and fixed her hair a bit. I heard Amy speak, finally saying, “Mmm… That was fun.”
“So this game,” said Emma, pulling Amy off with a jerk and a gasp, “is pretty simple.  I really liked being mixed up together, like when Joey and I were merged or when Amy’s head was on my body.”
Amy, being held between Emma’s hands, squinted quizzically. “Sorry, didn’t get that.”
“She okay?” I asked, trying to sit up.
“Got her brains fucked out,” said Emma, biting her lip. I laughed.
“So how’s this work,” I asked.
“Okay. First thing first.” She held up the watch and waved it in the air. Amy and I were back on the bed, apparently whole.
“Now,” continued Emma, “to be direct, I’m a little bit too single and a little bit too jealous. So Joey has to build a girlfriend out of Amy and I, resulting in just one person. And then he has to take us to dinner.”
“Sounds fair to me,” said Amy.
“And,” said Emma, “to keep him honest, and just to work on his communication skills, he doesn’t get to use the watch.”
“So you two wanna be a uh… normal girl or what?” I asked, confused.
“Well, we know how you love your toys,” said Amy. “But a couple arms or legs would be nice.”
“Save the kinky stuff for the kinky times, that’s all I’m gonna say,” said Emma. “But if we end up being an ordinary two-armed, two-legged girl, I might just worry about you.”
I got to work. First I peeled off the girl’s faces and handed each of them to each other. I took off each of their heads and squished them together. They merged and formed into one head, a mix of Amy’s red and Emma’s curly blonde hair. Off of their faces, I took Amy’s hazel-green eyes and Emma’s nose and lips, and stuck them in the appropriate places.
“Huh,” said the head. “Let me look at myself.”
I held her up to face the mirror.
“Nice job. Could you move my eyes a bit farther apart? Yea, that’s good.”
Then to the body. There were some harder choices here. I knew I wanted Amy’s boobs. Big fan of those. Emma had some nice legs. But so did Amy.
“So what’s your name gonna be anyway?” I asked, pieces of each girl spread out across the bed. I’d set Amy’s chest and arms in the “definitely” pile, and was trying to imagine how Emma’s ass would look on Amy’s legs.
“I like Jacqueline.”
“Emma plus Amy equals Jacqueline? I was gonna call you Emmy or something.”
“Boring. And don’t use those arms. I don’t like them.”
“You want the other ones?”
“Ugh, no.”
I gave her a quizzical look, but was also struck by an idea. I started with Emma’s legs, Amy’s hips, then back to Emma’s stomach. After setting Amy’s chest on them, I had a reasonably complete person, sans arms. I next took the remaining lower half - the inverse of above, with Amy’s stomach, Emma’s hips, and Amy’s legs and assembled them. Then I bent the incomplete girl over and attached the flat end of her stomach just above the other’s ass. That is, I’d made a centaur out of human parts.
I took Jacqueline and set her head on her new body. She turned around a bit awkwardly, trying to get a look at all of herself in the mirror, which wasn’t quite big enough.
“I like it,” she said, after an inspection. She raised an eyebrow and I realized the other pieces had disappeared. She looked down at her front hips, then over to her rear. “You’ll have your work cut out for you later though. Wanna help me get dressed?”
About an hour later, we were walking to the local pizza joint. Jacqueline’s front was wearing a white blouse and nice jeans, her rear a loose white laced skirt. We’d decided on the place, since, being armless, I’d need to feed her, and additionally the booths would have enough room for her to sit down.
It was a nice enough date. For a lot of it, I kind of forgot that I’d just assembled this girl from a bunch of pieces just a little while ago. It was like meeting someone entirely new, and even better, she was turning out to be just the right kind of girl. A nice balance of Emma’s blunt too-cool-for-school attitude and Amy’s love of adventure.
We’d finished eating, and the conversation finally reached a pause. Jacqueline smiled and yawned.
“I have to use the bathroom,” she said, biting her lips. “Can I borrow your arms?”
“Uh… yea, okay.” She did still have the watch I registered numbly as I pulled off my left arm and stuck in on her shoulder. She used it to take my right arm then got up and walked away. The whole thing felt like I was lending her a pen. I tried to imagine how she might fit on a toilet.
My thoughts were interrupted by someone behind me.
“Joey?”
I turned, recognizing Cary, a playwriting major I’d met last year. Cute blonde, shiny straight hair, chiseled body. “Hey,” I said.
She squinted at me for a moment, “Where’d your arms go?”
“Erm… My girlfriend borrowed them.”
She nodded as if that made sense. “I love that store.”
“Sorry, what?”
“Oh, the magic shop. You know, Marlowe & Co. I mean, you’ve obviously been there right?”
“Oh yea, that place. Yea. Of course,” I said, kind of awkwardly, remembering the store near Amy’s house. The stained glass windows, iron bars, heavy wood door. It had intrigued me when I’d seen it earlier. Now I figured I had to go.
“Yea, I love it there. Check this out.” She pulled up her shirt to expose her stomach, which had a faint separation outlining her abs. She dug her fingers into the line, and pulled off her abs in one flat piece, setting them down on the table. Inside her stomach was a velvet-lined space, appearing to take up her whole middle. A pocketbook, some makeup, a cell phone, and other essentials were tucked into pockets in the lining.
“Wow,” was about all I could say.
“Yea, I never gotta carry a purse anymore. And this thing—” she reached into herself and pulled out a black sphere with a flat bottom, about five or six inches in diameter. “This is awesome.”
“What’s it do?”
“It’s a head.”
“Huh?”
She reached behind her neck and I heard a click. Her head lifted a barely noticeable amount. She lifted it free and set it down facing me. Then she picked up the black sphere and set it on her neck. Her new head rotated around to face me with a set of two camera lenses.
“It’s got a built in cell phone, camera, and a couple gigs of storage,” she said. I realized her voice was coming from the mechanical head. “Plus, it supports multitasking, so I can be on the phone, surfing the internet, and still talk to someone else, all with my complete attention. And all my music is right here too.”
“That’s um… wow. Amazing.” I looked at her head, which appeared unresponsive.
“Only thing is, I can’t eat with it.” She detached her electronic head and switched it back for the real one.
I saw Jacqueline coming back from the restroom. She took one look at Cary and her eyes lit up. Alarm bells would have gone off in my brain, but the return of the watch dampened them.
I introduced the two of them. Cary made the same assumption - that we’d been to Marlowe’s - and fawned over Jacqueline’s extras.
“I love your ears,” said Jacqueline suddenly.
“I love yours!”
“You wanna trade?”
“Yea!”
This surprised me for a moment, before it occurred to me that Cary probably didn’t have much free will in the matter. Of course that didn’t change the fact that she was still happy with the swap.
“Alright Joey,” said Jacqueline after a minute, “Wanna ride me home?”
“How’s that?”
“I wanna see how heavy you are. Hop on.”
Still armless, I slid out of the booth and did my best to straddle her. I had a bit more trouble than she did. Finally, she agreed to give me my arms back - with those to hang on, things worked out a bit better.
“How can your back take this?” I asked.
“Because I have the watch so I get what I want.”
“And that’s to give me a ride.”
“Well, you’d better return the favor.”