And here’s the terrible part. That’s all I remember. Cuddling up with Miles, just a head on a pair of legs. And then, there was the sun coming in the window, and my head, got did it hurt. I tried to reach up and then, oh, it hit me. I opened my eyes, painful as it was, and looked down. I didn’t have a body. Alarmed, I was suddenly painfully awake, the events from the night before emerging blearily into memory. But what had happened afterwards?
I was able to rock my head over to face Miles, still asleep, apparently naked.
“Hey,” I said. He didn’t respond for a moment, but then he rolled over to look at me, rubbing his eyes.
“Oh your awake,” he said, sounding like he’d caught the same hangover I had.
“Where’s the rest of me?”
“Um…” He seemed to think about it. “You know, I think I blacked out somewhere.”
“I remember I had some legs.”
“I remember your legs. We decided to cut them off.”
“We?”
“You did actually. You said they were in the way.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Of what?” I said, though I had a pretty good idea.
“But this,” Miles rolled over again, and reached for something. I felt his hand cradling my ass as he picked up my disconnected hips and rolled back over. They were, as expected, naked. “This is yours isn’t it?”
“Um… probably?”
“Probably? That’s it? Maybe I’ll just keep them then,” he teased.
“No, they’re mine?”
“What have you got to trade?”
“Um…” I thought about it, then narrowed my eyes at him. I licked my lips and said, “a head.”
So, the morning began well enough for Miles. It turns out, when you’re just a head, that you don’t have much of a gag reflex. Quickly enough, he picked up my hips and began to return the favor. It was interesting, because he had to do all of the work, trying to slide me up and down with one hand and holding my ass with the other. He got me to cum twice before he finished, then pulled me off and set me on he pillow next to him, my head resting against my hips.
I was really starting to enjoy being in pieces. In fact, it didn’t even occur to me to ask him to put me together, until he offered to.
“Yea, I guess,” I said, “Maybe we can go get breakfast.”
Miles found my legs on the floor. My torso was nowhere to be seen, so, presumably, was still downstairs in the wreckage of the party. He reassembled me as much as possible, attaching my neck to my hips, and we went downstairs. Amidst all of the usual litter of empty cans and bottles and cups were, well, a bunch of discarded clothes and body parts, their owners all retired to various bedrooms or couches.
“Wow,” I said, “How will we ever find it?”
I tripped suddenly, stumbling and looking down. Someone had left a pair of feet in the middle of the floor.
“It looks like the last game they played must have been hack’n’slash,” said Miles.
“Are there rules to that?”
“Last man standing.”
“Oh wow.”
“This yours?” Miles picked up an arm.
“I didn’t feel it.”
“Okay, maybe not. What about this one?”
“No…”
My attention turned to something suddenly seeming to brush my side. My body was somewhere, I knew it, and looked over on the couch where —- yes! But something was different. It was definitely my body, or it had been, but all my life, I’d been one of those “two-armed” people. For that matter, I’d always had two breasts as well.
Well, now it seemed I had four. Exact copies of each, arms and boobs, right beneath their originals. I was even able to move them.
Don’t ask me where my shirt went. We never found it.
“When did this happen,” said Miles, helping me get my head off.
“Couldn’t say,” I pressed my waist together, then took my head from Miles and set it on my shoulders. I flexed my new arms, then cupped my hands over my new boobs. “Or why? I don’t care. I’m keeping them.”
“All right. You wanna go?”
“I need a shirt.”
We had some trouble there. Finally, I just found an XL t-shirt that both my arms could fit through. Still, I was going to have to find a few more tops if I was going to stay that way.
And maybe it sounds stupid saying this, but it never even dawned on me that I was going out in public with four arms, not until I was sitting in Miles car as we pulled out of the driveway. I could see it kinda hit him too there. I was holding out my hands and just looking at them, and he said,
“Well, this is kinda weird isn’t it.”
“Yea. I mean, it’s awesome to have four arms, but everyone’s gonna stare.”
“You wanna go back?”
“No, they can stare. It’s just as weird for me, I guess.”
“What are you gonna tell people?”
“I don’t know, the truth?”
“Which is?”
“I don’t know, I just woke up like this.”
He smiled. “Yea, I guess that’s it.”

Miles

Yea, I remember. She had four arms after the party, we went out to breakfast. I mean, besides whatever went on last night, I knew it was really the start of something totally different. Now I’d been to a couple of Jenn’s parties, but never gotten all the way like I had. But I guess Lydia thought I was some sort of expert, because the whole time at breakfast, almost all she could talk about was what else, what more, what other sorts of magic were there. I’d only ever gone over to Jenn’s to play around with it, but I’ll be upfront - I really liked seeing the girls go to pieces. I wasn’t too big on it myself, but that’s not to say I was opposed to taking part, but there was something about the amputation that I found alluring, sexy even. It’s really not that surprising if you think about it, a domination sort of thing, if you would. But Lydia, well, she was just as into the idea, if not more enthusiastic.
I didn’t see her the next day, but it was hard to get her out of my mind. Such bright, bright eyes.
Well, it was the next evening that she called me.
“Guess what.”
“What?”
“I … no, I want to surprise you. You wanna come over?”
“I… sure.”
And a little while later, I was at her apartment. Her roommates, if she had any, were out, so the intention seemed clear enough to me. I guess, going in, I at least had some suspicion that she might have …
“I got a knife!” She held it up, grinning.
“A magic one,” I asked, noticing that it looked awful similar to the ones at Jenn’s.
“Sure is. Watch this,” She cut off one of her left hands. It flopped onto the kitchen table. She picked it up and waved it at me.
“All right,” I said, smiling. She stuck her hand back on.
“All right. Let’s get those arms off.”
“What?”
“You got to cut me up. I want my turn,” she jabbed the knife at me.
“Wait,” I said, holding up my hands.
“I don’t think so,” she swung at me, playfully with her right hand. I caught her wrist, but she passed the knife to her other right hand, and before I knew it, I was disarmed. I put up even less of a fight for the left, and before I knew it, the score was eight to two in terms of limbs.
“Don’t look so worried,” she said.
“I’m not worried.”
“Yea, you are. You’re all like ‘She’s gonna leave me like this.’”
“Are you?”
She didn’t answer, just grinned. Then she said, “No, I don’t think so. I think I wanna cut your legs off too.”
I had to give it to her. She knew how to excite me. A couple nights ago, I’d been the one in control, pumping her hips and head up and down, like she was a couple of toys. Well, tonight was the reprisal, as these things go. If I wanted this to keep going — and I very much did, as I was in the early stages of love — then I just had to go along. And along we went, into the bedroom, She pulled off my pants and boxers together, then chopitty-chop and I was limbless. She sat me up and pulled off my shirt, then dropped me back onto the bed. I was already getting hard.
“Mmm, well, you look ready,” she said, looking down at my cock. “But I’m not. Hang tight. I’ll be back.”
She left me there for a moment, and went out of the room. It was probably no more than five minutes, but the waiting, well, it added a lot to everything. There was anticipation, combined with a kind of uneasiness, because I really didn’t know what she had in mind. Nor did I know how long I’d be there.
Well, she came back in, naked, carrying my arms and a black velvet bag.
“Know what goes in here?” she said, holding up the bag.
I did. Not because I’d seen then, but just from hearing Sophie talk about seeing them at the store.
“Nothing.”
“Yep. And everything you put in there becomes?”
“Nothing. Until you take it out again.”
“Right. So.” She opened the top of the bag. All in all, it was about the size of a large purse. She dropped in one of my arms. It fell in without making a sound, or even changing the shape of the bag. Three silent drops later, there was no way I was going to get my limbs back by myself.
“Now then,” she lay down next to me. “What can I do with you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, maybe I’ll just leave you lying there then. Until you think of something.”
“I could be a pillow,” I offered.
“I’ve got a pillow.” She said.
“Or,” I raised an eyebrow, “a fuck toy.”
“I’ve got one of those too.” And she raised up my severed cock in on hand, twirling the knife in the other. She broke down laughing. “You should see your face right now,” she said.
I guess I was pretty much just speechless. But a lot of it was the feeling of her hand wrapping up my dick. She set it in between her tits, then turned to me again.
“Sorry, I just had to try it. Should I drop it in the bag?”
“No!”
“That’s more like it. A little begging.”
“Please don’t make my dick vanish.”
“And what will you do to stop me?”
“What do I have to do?”
She mused about it for a moment. The she cracked up with some thought.
“Okay,” she said, “I won’t make it vanish, but you have to suck your own dick.”
I really couldn’t think of much to say. My aghast expression probably said everything I needed to.
“Oh, all right,” she relented, a bit. “I’ll cut you a deal. You can use my mouth.”
I was about to say something. But she pulled on my lips, and with a whisk of the knife, they were gone. I saw the same thing happen as she cut of her own mouth. Kind of a silly looking magic trick, actually, just slicing off the lips and leaving no trace of a mouth beneath, but that was how it worked. She stuck her lips on me, and affixed mine to her own face.
“Okay,” was all I said, before, well, I couldn’t talk. I’m not going to go into detail, but it felt pretty good on top of a feeling of complete powerlessness.
“Now then,” she said, except with my voice, leaving my dick in “her” mouth. “I think I’ll just go for a walk maybe.”
She got up and ran out of the room. For about twenty seconds, I wasn’t sure if she’d really leave me. But before long, she came bounding back in.
“Okay, I was kidding, and I wanna fuck you. Ohh, you’re so…” She pulled it out. “So helpless. And cute.” She wiped my dick off on the bedsheets, then gave it a playful lick.
“Oops,” she said, covering her mouth. “I forgot. Sorry.”
“It’s um… okay.”
“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll cut myself, however you say. One way.”
“How about your head?”
“How about yours?” A quick slice, and my point of view was lifted up. She held my head and cock in two of her hands, while her other two arms chopped up my torso and dropped it into the bag of nothing.
“Ha!”
“Yea, I guess you win?”
“Well there’s still two pieces of you left.”
“And that’s bad because—”
“Pick one.”
“Am I picking the one that goes in the bag?”
“I don’t know yet. Pick a piece of yourself.”
“Um, my head.”
“In it goes!”
And that’s when the real fun began. I remember it felt like I was just a cock for days. She said it was just overnight. But wow, oh wow. I never even thought of myself as masochist, but this — well let me just say that the sensory deprivation plays a big part. What you feel when you’re reduced to that, well, it goes beyond words.

Lydia

Yea, well, once I had him down to just a dick, I really wasn’t sure where to go next. For a while I just kind of fondled it figuring that, at this point, I couldn’t do much that wouldn’t be pleasant. That progressed to a bit of licking, and, once I was good and ready, there was a long and drawn out fuck. I napped for a bit, leaving him in there, but woke up again, a bit restless. I started to wish I’d left his head, so at least there’d be someone to talk to, but the instructions had been pretty specific — it’d be at least eight hours before you can take anything out of the bag.
It started innocently enough. I had the knife in one hand, his cock in the other, and I was just kind of messing around when, oops, there goes a leg. And just to even things out, the other one too. I wondered, for a moment, about attaching his cock to myself, but then what would happen to Miles? I didn’t know, so decided against it.
I still had all four arms. In another few minutes, I was down to two, then one. And after that?

Miles
I woke up in a kind of jolt, my whole body appearing on the bed where I’d last remembered my head falling into a bag. I was awake, right away but felt pretty well rested. I guess I’d been asleep, though I didn’t remember dreaming, unless the night before had been—
Nope. I was still missing a pretty crucial piece.
I threw off the covers, not really panicking, but you know, panicking a little bit.
The only other thing in the bed was a foot. Lydia’s foot, I was pretty sure.
I picked it up. Where was the rest of her? I sat up, and just by the door, there was a piece of a leg.
I went to get that. And there, just down the hallway, an arm.
Around the house I followed the trail of bits, gathering them up as best I could. Finally, I made my way back around to the kitchen, an armload of her six limbs. I set them all down on the table.
On the counter, I found her tits. There was still no sign of her torso or head. I gave one of her boobs a squeeze and heard something from the living room. Of course I followed, and found…
Well, at least I found out what had happened to my cock.
Lydia lay on the couch asleep, limbless, nude, and with a bit of an erm… erection.
Of course, there was something else too. She’d cut off her head, but hadn’t stopped there. In order to make room for her erm… addition, she’d taken her pussy and stuck in on the base of her head. Actually, she looked like a pretty fun toy.

Lydia
So maybe I got a little carried away. When I was falling asleep, I wondered, maybe I went a little too far. Maybe Miles would be mad in the morning. Maybe I’d have to make something up to him. I was actually dreaming a bit, wondering about that sort of thing, when suddenly, there was something in the back of my mouth. Slowly, I came too, my mouth filling up more and more until I had to open it and — wait. It was the end of his dick.
Well I guess everything worked out after all.