This all had a very interesting beginning with one of the craziest nights I’ve ever had, or ever thought I would have. But that’s getting ahead of things.

My name is Chris. It started with my second date with Carrie. We’d met on an online dating site — no longer as weird of a thing as those used to be — and she seemed to be the type of girl I could get into. She smiled a lot, had a cute face with a pixie cut that suited it, and was otherwise charming, not completely crazy, and intelligent.

On Sunday, the first date, we’d met for coffee, talked for maybe 2 hours. And that’d gone well. But in internet dating, as I’ve learned the difficult way, you don’t put your expectations ahead of anything.

We were meeting to go on a hike in the local state park. I drove up to the parking area, and she was leaning on her car, her arms folded.

“Hey there,” I said, after parking and getting out of my car.

“Hi!” she grinned, suppressing a smirk.

She kept her arms folded agains her chest. I was going to hug her but I hesitated.

“So… wanna see something weird?” she said, biting her lip.

She unfolded her arms and showed me.

How do I put this? She had feet for hands.

My brain didn’t know what to do, which is probably why I just started laughing.

So this is something — well, she most certainly did not have feet for hands when I last saw her. So this was something new.

“So what happened?” I said, my curiosity overcoming the initial surprise.

“I went to this magic show thing,” she said. “Is it okay if I hug you? I know some people are weird about feet.”

“Of course,” I said.

“It’s not like I’ve been walking on them,” she said, giving me a hug. “This only happened last night.”

We started down the trail, a nice three mile loop that I’d walked a few times before.

“So… yea. I went to this magic show thing last night. Actually it’s called ‘The Anti-Magic’ show. It’s sort of like… karaoke for magic? Like they had a magician and mc up on stage, and you could sign up for something, or sign up your friend, and they’d go up there and do a magical transformation on you.”

“Is this the first time you’ve gone?”

“No, I’ve been maybe once or twice before. And you know, messed around with magic a few times here and there. It’s kinda fun! But anyway, my friend Ashley said she was going to sign me up for something small, so… here!”

She waved a foot in the air.

“They only last a couple days,” she said. “So it’s not like going to a magic studio or something.”

“Gotcha. Well at least if your legs get tired you can go on all fours.”

She giggled, bending down to do just that.

“This still feels really awkward,” she said. “I think my arms need to be legs to make this work.”

“You could try a handstand,” I suggested.

“You need hands for a handstand!”

“Yea, I guess you’re right.”

“But I wanna try it. Can you hold my legs?”

I picked up her legs, and helped her balance as she took a few shaky steps before one of her elbows buckled. I was able to lower her down to the ground without a fall, and helped her up, brushing a few leaves off her clothes.

“Thanks!” she said. “Hey, and also thanks for being cool with … well, this. I wasn’t sure what you’d think.”

“No, I think it’s cool. It’s … different, you know. I mean, I haven’t ever messed around with magic much myself, but I think it’s kinda neat to see the results.”

“You want to go with me next week?”

“Yea, okay.”

“Great! It’ll be my turn to sign you up for something!”

I laughed a bit nervously. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“Oh, I can’t tell you know, it'd spoil the show! But if you let me change you, I’ll buy your drinks that night.”

“Sounds like an okay deal to me,” I said.

“Shake on it?” She extended a foot.

“Okay!”

The rest of the walk went very nicely. We sat together on a big rock by a river, made out for a little while, and then headed back once it started getting dark. As much as I tried to stay aloof, I still had that giddy feeling of new romance, nothing quite like it.

#

Carrie texted me the next day to say, “Guess who’s got opposable digits!!!” I congratulated her, and we worked out the logistics of meeting up the next week.

The night of, I went over to her place for dinner first, then we rode over to the show in her car.

“So have you ever been to a magic show before,” she asked.

“I mean, I guess I’ve seen stuff on TV or youtube, but don’t think I’ve been to see it. I did once meet a girl who could turn her head around backwards.”

“That sounds fun!”

“She offered to do it to me, but I guess I wasn’t into it. I don’t know, it was back in college and I was pretty drunk.”

“Aw, you should’ve!”

“Is that what you’re doing to me tonight?”

“I … do not yet know what I’ll have them do to you. I’ll probably have to look at the catalogue.”

“There’s a catalogue?”

“Yea, well, it’s a tablet, but you go in and select a change, or just put a general description of what you want. Or you can have the magician pick a random one.”

“Well,” I said. “I guess I’m up for whatever. So what have you done before?”

“Hmm… one time I was shrunk! I was only a foot tall. It was for a whole weekend, and it was lots of fun. Actually, that was back in college too. I basically rode around on people’s shoulders the whole time. Or…”

She looked at me sideways.

“I also would ride around in my friends cleavage.”

I just grinned, my eyes flicking down to her boobs.

“Maybe you’ll get to,” she said. “I haven’t decided yet.”

We got to the venue a bit before the show started, got our drinks and sat down close to the stage. A guy came on to the stage, announced the show would start soon, so go ahead and sign up if you were ready.

“I won’t make you go first,” she said, waiting until a few others had gone before she went up to the stage, gave me a smirk, and then did something on the tablet they had.

Coming back to sit down, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m excited for this,” she said. “Oh, did you check out the other bartender?”

She gestured across the room, to where there was a tall blonde behind the bar, with an extra pair of arms underneath her own.

“Wow, that must be handy,” I said.

“I’ve heard it takes some practice,” she said. “Maybe I’ll get to try that sometime. Of course, you know the trade-off there…”

“What’s that?”

“Well, I’m not an expert, but in magic, you still can’t create new parts from nothing. So if you want an extra pair of arms, that means someone else needs to give them up.”

“What about those like… what are they called? The robotics?”

“Oh! Animated parts. Yea, apparently some magicians can like, meld your body with artificial parts. I think it’s pretty difficult to do.”

“Oh hey,” I said, seeing a girl across the room with a few other people. “I know that girl from my old job. The brunette wearing the striped shirt. Her name is Mary…”

“Wanna go say hi?”

“Maybe in a bit.”

The music on stage started up.

“Hey, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up!” A guy in spiked hair took the microphone. “Everyone feeling good tonight?”

He did the usual amping up the crowd, asking for more volume before launching into the introduction—

“Welcome to the Cavern, it’s Anti-Magic night here, and for that, we’ve got our house magician ready to take requests, etc. If you don’t know how this works, you—“ he pointed out to the audience “— are the participants tonight. So, first let me welcome to the stage, one of the best magic wielders around, Meagan K!”

A small, attractive blond girl came up, waving to everyone. She wore a black skirt and tank-top, much less glitzy than I expected at a “magic” show.

“Hey what’s up everyone! My name is Meagan K, I’m the house magician here at the Cavern. Let’s just go through the rules, so that everyone has a good time. First of all, this is Anti-Magic. What does that mean? Well, it means no stupid dance routines, no sequins, just good clean fun. And not-so-clean fun!”

There was a murmur of laughter and applause.

“Second thing, no judgement or shaming allowed. If you don’t like your new body, just let us know, we won’t force you to go out into the world like that. But if you want to keep it, by all means! These changes only last around 36 hours. And if you want to be something weird, or new, I’ll just tell you, we are all about that stuff here.”

“Third thing,” she said. “This is a private club, and that means, you’re in a private club. There’s a reason we card at the door, and that’s because this is an adults-only show. If that’s the sort of thing that will offend you or something, I’d just suggest you get out of here, because like I said, there’s no judgement here.”

“Let me show you what I mean when I say that,” she said, picking up a stool and bringing it over to the microphone.

“First of all, you might see something like this.” She reached up and covered her eye with her hand. In a quick motion she — well, plucked out her eyeball and held it up for everyone to see. There was a chorus of ewws and groans, mixed with a bit of laughter.

Meagan threw her eye ball up in the air, leaned back and caught it back in her eye socket.

“Bet you haven’t seen that before,” she said, grinning. There was a bit of applause.

“Okay, next example,” she said, unbuttoning her skirt and draping it over the chair.

She took a step out to the middle of the stage, and stood with her legs wide apart wearing just her panties. Both her hands went down to cover her crotch. Her eyes closed and she smiled.

She removed her hands revealing a very prominent bulge, so much so that her underwear couldn’t really contain it. She went over to the stool, brought it out and laid it out on top. Most of the women in the room started to shriek and applaud.

“Um, wow,” I said to Carrie. “You didn’t tell me it was this sort of show.”

She winked at me. “Didn’t want to spoil it for you. What do you think of her equipment?”

“Is that what you put me down for?”

“You wish,” she said.

On stage, Meagan took the microphone again.

“So, in summary, if the idea of a 100 pound blond girl with the biggest cock in the room is a problem for you, this is probably not the right show for you.”

“Moving on, I encourage all of you to be creative and genuine and push your limits! This is about expression and fun. You don’t have to do something sexual, but if you want to—“

She grabbed her cock to another round of shouts.

“Then do it!”

The MC took over again, while Meagan put herself back to normal and got her skirt back on.

“Let’s welcome up our first duo, Alexa and Nicole!”

Two girls came up to the stage from sitting at the bar, one of whom seemed a bit more reluctant.

“All, right,” said Meagan, greeting them both. “Thanks for going first. Can I ask what we’re doing up here today?”

The first girl gestured to the other, who took the mic.

“We’re settling a bet,” she said. “I … have to give my arms to Alexa.”

Alexa pumped her fists in the air.

“What was the bet?” asked Meagan.

“We um…” Nicole looked at Alexa, who took the microphone.

“Arm wrestling contest,” said Alexa. Everyone applauded.

“All right then!” said Meagan. “You two ready?”

Meagan positioned them side by side at the front of the stage. She lifted Nicole’s left arm out to the side. With a quick motion like a karate chop, we saw Nicole’s arm come off at the shoulder. Meagan repeated the same process for Nicole’s other arm, and gave her a playful tap on the butt with one of her own hands.

Going over to Alexa, Meagan had her lift up her arms, and affixed the other pair just below them, holding them in place with one hand, and giving a shove with the other. Meagan gestured to both of them as Alexa flexed her new arms and the crowd applauded.

Getting the microphone, Meagan went and asked “Alexa, what are you going to do with your newly acquired limbs?”

“I think I’m going to go pick something up. Maybe give someone a high-five.” she said, sticking her tongue out at Nicole.

“Nicole, what do you think of that?”

“I think the jokes on her, because now she has to make me breakfast.”

There was murmur of laugher and applause as the two girls exited the stage.

“Okay!” said the MC, jumping in. “Next we have another pair, please welcome Peter and Sarah!”

A couple sitting at the table beside us took the stage, holding hands.

“All right,” said Meagan, looking both of them over. They were dressed up a bit, the girl in a black lacy dress, and the guy wearing a nice shirt and tie. “What brings the two of you up tonight?”

“It’s his birthday!” said the girl, Sarah.

“Well, happy birthday Peter!” said Meagan. “Did Sarah tell you she was taking you here?”

“She told me we were coming, but hasn’t told me what we’re doing yet.”

“It’s part of his birthday present,” said Sarah, smiling and looking around the room.

“All right then,” said Meagan, settling down the microphone. There was a brief whispered conversation between Sarah and Meagan, and Meagan nodded giving her the thumbs up.

Meagan had them sit down on two stools next to one another at the front of the stage. From the table at the back, she got out two brown paper bags.

“This is one of my all time favorite tricks,” she said to the audience.

She put one paper bag over Peter’s head, and the other over Sarah’s. Standing in the middle of the two of them, she paused, touching the top of both of their heads in the bags.

“Can we get a countdown?” she said.

Led by the MC, we all counted, “One… two… three!”

At that moment, Meagan hands collapsed the bags, crumpling them up and leaving both Sarah and Peter without any heads. Meagan flung the crumbled bags up in the air behind her.

Everyone applauded wildly. Meagan guided Peter’s hands up to his empty shoulders, and did the same for Sarah. Both of them patted around the area where their heads had just been, while the audience laughed.

“We’re not going to leave them like this,” said Meagan. “But I always think this part is fun.”

Meagan went to pick up the two paper bags and got two more stools up to the front of the stage.

“I was headless once,” said Carrie, leaning back. “It was really interesting.”

“What was it like?”

“I went to this magic spa on the beach that my friend Amy got me for my birthday. It was really … quiet. Like you can’t hear, or see anything. You’re just touch. I got a massage, a bath, and just laid out in the sun.”

“Sounds relaxing.”

“Only thing I’d wished I’d done was have sex.”

I made eyes with her for a second. She shrugged.

“You could still sign up,” I said.

“Nope, you’re gonna need me to have a head tonight,” she said.

Meanwhile, Meagan had set the two cardboard boxes down on top of the stools, and again faced the audience. She pulled up one of the boxes revealing Sarah’s head, and then the other revealing Peter’s.

Another round of applause as Meagan went to get the microphone.

“So,” she said. “Sarah do you want to explain what’s going on?”

“Well,” said Sarah’s head, looking over to Peter and smiling. “Maybe a month ago, Peter told me he’d always been curious what it felt like for a girl. And he always talks about what a nice body I have. So, Peter, I’m going to give you my body for your birthday!”

Everyone applauded, along with a few “Awws” from the crowd.

“Peter, how does that sound to you?” asked Meagan.

“Um… great!”

Meagan grinned and set the microphone down, then picked up Peter’s head, taking it over to Sarah’s body. She paused, holding him up above her neck, before setting down his head and pushing it down hard with one of her hands. After rubbing his neck for a second, she helped him up.

Peter rubbed his new body to the cheers from the crowd, especially as his hands ran over his new boobs.

“Turn around!” said someone. Peter obliged, showing off a couple poses.

Meanwhile Meagan placed Sarah’s head on Peter’s body, and once that was fixed the couple kissed on stage. They left to even more applause, Sarah giving her “girlfriend” a slap on the ass on the way down.

“Ever been a guy before?” I asked Carrie.

“Hm…. What would you think if I told you yes?”

“You haven’t have you.”

“What if I told you I actually am a guy who swapped with a girl?”

“You um…. That’s not true is it.”

“What do you think?”

“I …”

I paused, trying to read her expression.

“Just kidding,” she said. “Likewise, I’d be curious one day, but never had the right … well, I like my vagina a whole lot.”

“Mmm,” I replied.

Our attention was grabbed by the MC, who was introducing the next participant. I had a nervous feeling in my stomach that I might be called up soon.

“All right, all right!” said the MC. “Isn’t that a great birthday gift, huh? Now, welcome to the stage, Melissa!”

A girl from the far table, where my old co-worker Mary was, stood up and went up to the stage. She had long brown hair and a sweet round face, dressed in a t-shirt and floral skirt.

“Hello there Melissa,” said Meagan. “And what brings you up here today?”

“My sister is visiting tomorrow! I want to surprise her.”

“So what are we doing to you?”

“Can you switch my arms and legs?”

“Well of course!”

Meagan led her out to the center of the stage, and had her stand with her arms out to the side. She got a sheet out from the table at the back, and wrapped it around one of Melissa’s arms. With a flourish, she yanked the sheet away revealing a stockinged leg attached to her shoulder in it’s place. Meagan repeated the routine with her other arm, then had her sit down on the ground. Placing the sheet over her lower body, she whisked it away again.

Melissa walked around the stage, grinning to the applause of everyone there.

“What do you think your sister will say?” said Meagan.

“Well, she’s used to tease me because I liked to watch magic on TV. But then in college she started to get into it herself. I remember one time she came home with her boyfriends arms and legs switched for hers.”

“You want to take it one step further?”

“Maybe?”

Meagan leaned over and whispered something into Melissa’s ear. Her whole face lit up with delight. We could see her saying, “Yes, yes!”

Meagan smiled, and grabbed the sheet she’d just used. Placing it over Melissa’s head, she covered her up entirely. She walked around her once, looking out at the audience, then whisked away the sheet.

The first noticeable difference was that Melissa’s head was gone. There wasn’t even a stump of a neck like there had been for Sarah and Peter. Her shoulders were smooth all the way across.

Meagan, knelt down and, standing to the side, picked up the top of Melissa’s t-shirt. Two eyes could be seen, just above the waistband of her skirt.

Whisking off her skirt completely, she showed the rest of Melissa’s face, her mouth covered up by her panties. With only arms attached to her hips, Melissa easily removed those to show off her completed changes.

“What do you think of this?” asked Meagan.

“Perfect!” said Melissa.

“Who thinks she’s sexy like that?” asked Meagan.

The crowd erupted in cheers, particularly from her table of friends.

“Melissa, are you okay showing off the final bit?”

“Yes definitely!”

“I’m particularly proud of this,” said Meagan. “Mike, can we put this camera up on the projector?”

Meagan took a wireless camera from the table where the MC was sitting, while he did something on the computer. On the scree behind them, the picture changed from the logo of the venue to a live feed from the camera.

Melissa opened her mouth wide, and Meagan pointed the camera at her face. At the back of her mouth were the lips of her vagina.

The room exploded in shouts and applause. Melissa grinned while Meagan exchanged the camera for the microphone.

“What do you think of that?” asked Meagan.

“It’s going to be really hard not to keep tonguing it all night.”

“I definitely hear you there! Let’s give it up for Melissa!” said Meagan.

Melissa went back to her seat while Meagan went to get a sip of water.

“Shit, that looks awesome,” said Carrie. “I may be getting more into this than previously…”

“So you’ve never done that I guess.”

“I didn’t even realize that was possible!”

The MC finally said something that made my heart jump with nervous excitement.

“All right! Now will you welcome up to the stage, Chris!”

Oh shit. That was me.

I got up, out of my seat, with a hand-squeeze from Carrie. I went up on stage, doing my best not to look nervous.

“Hi there Chris,” said Meagan. “Who are you here with?”

“My date Carrie.”

“Did she sign up up here?”

“Yea, that’s right.”

“Do you know what’s about to happen to you?”

“Not a clue.”

“And this is your first time with magic right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“All right. Everyone, let’s give it up for Chris! Carrie, seems like he’s a good one.”

I smiled, as I got some polite applause.

“Now then, let’s get started,” said Meagan, leading me up to the front of the stage.

She had me stand facing the audience with my arms down at my sides. She lifted up one of my arms, holding it at the wrist and shoulder. She had a firm but gentle grip, and I started to feel a warmth on my shoulder that seemed to be emanating from her hand.

“Hold steady,” she said only to me, and started to push on my wrist. I felt the warmth continue to spread into my chest and watched my arm….

Well, how do I put this? She shoved my arm all the way into my shoulder, as if it was retractable. For a second she just left my hand sticking out, but another push resulted in my right arm being completely gone.

She went and repeated the same thing with my other arm. I caught Carrie’s eye, she was covering her mouth with a look of suppressed delight, leaning forward in her seat.

Once I was completely armless, Meagan picked up the microphone.

“Step one. Chris, how’re you doing?”

“Um… A bit disarmed?”

Meagan rolled her eyes. “Heard that one,” she said, eliciting a few laughs as she setting the microphone down.

She came back and stood behind me, her hands on my shoulders.

“You’re about to be so fucking adorable,” she whispered. “Emphasis there on the fucking.”

Her left hand brushed around my waist, settling on my hip. I started to feel the same warm feeling spreading around my waist and hips. Bringing both hands up to my shoulders, she began to push down.

I started to… well, shrink into myself. Looking down, I saw my body behind absorbed into itself, up to my stomach, then my chest, until finally my shoulders met the top of my hips.

My whole body was now just a lower half, with my head and shoulders on top of it.

Meagan picked up the microphone again.

“We call this configuration the halfie. Ladies, isn’t he just the cutest thing in the world?”

Numerous shouting and applause indicated the affirmative.

I smiled and looked at Carrie, who seemed barely able to contain herself.

“Do you want to see my favorite things about halfie boys?” said Meagan. “Carrie, why don’t you come up here for a second.”

Carrie came up to the stage and stood beside me, putting her hand around my waist. From behind, Meagan hoisted me up by my beltloops and set me on Carrie’s shoulders. The audience cooed and applauded as she brought me back to my seat.

“You— are even cuter like that than I thought you’d be.”

“Thanks? I guess I feel kinda cute.”

“Of course you are. Do you notice how many girls are staring over at you now and whispering?”

I surveyed what I could see, and got a couple waves and winks from around the room.

“Hot commodity,” said Carrie, pulling me up on her lap. “But seriously, you get major points for letting me bring you here.”

“No problem, it’s fun. I guess I’ll need some help with a few things…”

“Oh yea. So last week, when I got my feet-hands, there was this girl who told her to make her boyfriend cuter. She shrank him down, kinda like she did for you, except when she was done he was just a head and pair of feet. It was the cutest thing ever.”

“So why didn’t you do that to me?”

“Well, I’m a bit interested in something else with you,” she said, brushing my thigh. “Mmm… Sorry, I need to contain myself.”

“Believe me I don’t mind!”

“Yea well. Uhhn.”

The MC had moved on to introduce the next participant.

“Everyone, please welcome to the stage, Angelaaaa!”

A girl with a sleeve tattoo and short wavy red hair came up on stage, looking very excited. She embraced Meagan warmly, and took her place on a stool next to her.

“All right now! Angela, how’re you this evening.”

“I am wonderful Meagan.”

“And so you’re a bit of a regular here, of course. Can you tell us what you did the last time you were here?”

“Well Meagan, you turned my hands into dicks.”

Angela lifted two fists up in the air to illustrate, then motioned both of them going into her wide open mouth. A number of cheers erupted around the room.

“How’d you like that?”

“Um… what do you think?”

“You want to give us a visual?”

“Well, I was sucking myself off while fucking myself at the same time.”

Another round of cheers.

Meagan laughed, “Did anyone else get in on that, or were you too selfish?”

“Well Meagan… I think you can answer that question yourself.”

The whole room erupted in cheers, while Meagan blushed a bit.

“Uh… yea…” Meagan raised her eye brows and grinned. “Yea, so we hook up sometimes. Anyway, what are we going to do today?”

“Well,” said Angela, “I’d like you to disconnect my head from my body.”

“Why do you want that?”

“I have the day off work tomorrow, and I plan to eat myself out all day long.”

The crowd erupted into cheers again.

“All. Day. Long,” repeated Angela.

“Sounds simple enough,” said Meagan.

Meagan grabbed another paper bag from the table, and set it on top of Angela’s head. Without even pausing she smashed it down removing Angela’s head just as she’d done to Peter and Sarah earlier.

“Now,” said Meagan. “You all probably realize I’m not going to stop with just popping off her head. I mean, it’s a pretty simple thing to do.”

With that, Meagan reached up and grabbed her own chin, squeezing and suddenly lifting her head clear of her neck. As everyone laughed she held her head in one hand, and the microphone in the other.

“See what I mean? But being that I know this girl, I have a bit of a surprise for her, something I think she’ll like quite a bit.”

Meagan set her head down on the booth where the MC was, facing the rest of the stage. Her headless body went over to pick up the paper bag she’d used to vanish Angela’s head, threw that in one of the cardboard boxes she had, and placed that back on top of Angela’s neck.

Her hands reached under the box for a second, then she removed the box, revealing Angela’s head had returned.

Angela looked a little confused to have her head still on her shoulders, while seeing Meagan’s head had since been removed.

Meagan held up a finger to signal to wait a second, and collected her own head from the MC’s booth. She replaced her head on her shoulders, giving it a spin as if screwing it back on.

“Okay,” said Meagan. “Angela, I think you’ll like this one. I want you to take a good hold of your head, but don’t do anything yet. We’re all going to count to three. On three, yank up.”

“All righty,” said Angela, putting on hand on her chin and the other on the back of her head.

I could see something was different about… maybe her neck?

We all counted.

“One… two… three!”

Angela pulled up and started to shriek — the reason why became apparent.

Her neck pulled up and out revealing to be a gigantic, erect dick connecting to a similarly huge pussy on her shoulders. Visibly a bit shaken, Angela ran her hands along her new shaft while bringing her head down to sit against her boobs.

“How’s that feel?” asked Meagan.

“Um… yea, that’s about right,” said Angela, between heavy breaths. “You might need to get that cock of yours out later.”

“Who knows where the night ends! Let’s give it up for Angela!”

Everyone started applauding, while Meagan continued.

“We’re taking a half-hour break, but we’ll be back with more soon!”

The noise died down and turned to the murmuring of a busy bar.

“How about another drink, huh?” said Carrie.

“Yea, that sounds nice.”

We went over to the bar, where Carrie hoisted me up onto a barstool.

“Hey there,” said someone. I turned to see Mary, the girl I’d know from my old job.

“Hey, Mary how’re you doing!”

Carrie turned around and smiled. They both introduced themselves.

“So… I wanna ask… Can I buy you both a drink?”

“Um… sure,” said Carrie.

“I need to say, he’s … wow. Super adorbs. Are you two dating?”

“Yea, something like that,” said Carrie, patting my leg.

“Well, this is awesome. I once spent an entire summer as a halfie.”

“Really?”

“Yea, it was like after my sophomore year in college? I went on this trip through central america with my two best friends from high school, and two of us were halfies the whole time.”

“What about your other friend?” asked Carrie.

“Oh, we gave him our extra arms, and had him carry all the stuff. The upside was, we didn’t any tops.”

“Awesome. Well, this is Chris’ first time.”

“Well, for what it’s worth Chris, I think you’re super cute like that. Not enough guys do stuff like that.”

“Thanks. Are you going to get anything done?”

“I’m thinking about it… I don’t know what I’d want to do though. I have to work tomorrow, so it can’t be too extreme…”

“Not like that other girl?”

“Oh, Melissa? She’s a riot. Honestly, I’d love to try that out sometime.”

“Hey Mary!” called one of the other girls from their group, who was up by the stage looking at the reservation tablet. “Come over here.”

“Oh, one second. But you two get yourselves too drinks on my tab!”

Mary went over to join her friends, who were laughing together at something. I heard the words “No I wanna do it!” from one of them. They proceeded to play rock scissors paper for … whatever it was.

Meanwhile the bartender came by, and Carrie ordered two whiskey gingers.

While the bartender was getting those, someone else came over — a tall brunette, with a broad build and warm smile.

“Hi there,” she said to Carrie. “I just want to say, well done.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You came over to pick him up didn’t you.”

“Um… yea? Is that okay?” she said, looking at me.

“What can I do about it?” I said.

“Aww,” she said, hoisting me up in her arms. “He’s just so … mmm!”

She looked back to Carrie. “I’m Jessica by the way.”

“Carrie.”

“You were here last week right?”

“Yea, had my hands made into feet.”

“I remember that! I got shrunk down to three feet tall.”

“Right!”

“And you remember that guy who was just a head and some feet, right?”

“Of course! That’s kind of what led to this.”

“Well,” said Jessica, looking back to me. “Just to warn you, that guy last week must have been passed between like every girl here.”

“I’m starting to get that feeling,” I said.

“Hope you don’t mind the extra attention,” said Carrie.

“I think you should be halved with him,” said Jessica. “Just my two cents.”

“Got to drive,” said Carrie. “Otherwise, that’d be on the table.”

“Well, if you change your mind, I bet we can organize a ride for you. Oh and thanks!”

She set me back down on the barstool, as the bartender delivered our drinks.

We were on our way back to the table, when Meagan came by.

“Hey there,” she said. “How’s it going?”

“Oh y’know,” grinned Carrie. “Attracting all the ladies.”

“Looks to be that way,” said Meagan, winking at me. “I’ll tell you what. I like you two, you were a good sport last week, and now it’s great to see your boyfriend getting in on this stuff too. And the crowd really likes these things.”

Carrie didn’t correct her, which I thought was interesting.

“If you want to go a little bit further, I’ve got an idea. But it would mean even more of this… extra attention.”

“I’m fine with it,” said Carrie. “Up to you Chris.”

“I guess so?”

Meagan whispered something in Carrie’s ear, and she looked down at me with a lustful smile.

“Yea,” she said, nodding enthusiastically. “Definitely.”

“All right. So Chris… what kind of underwear do you have on?”

“Um… boxer briefs?”

“Okay… well don’t let me make you uncomfortable.”

“I think I’m doing just great.”

It was true. While I’m not a center of attention kind of person, people constantly telling you how cute you are is not a bad feeling at all.

“Excellent.” A bit louder, she added, “Hey, anyone who wants to see us take this to another level, c’mon over here!”

Meagan lifted me up onto the table, and began unbuttoning my jeans. She pulled them halfway down, then picked me up and set me down in Carrie’s lap. Carrie ran her fingers through my hair, clearly enjoying whatever it was they’d planned for me.

“Okay hold onto his hips,” said Meagan.

Her fingers traced around my thighs, just past where my boxer briefs ended, about halfway down my thigh. They left no mark, but I felt a sort of chilly numbness where she touched. She then grabbed each of my knees and pulled.

I watched, wide-eyed as my legs disconnected right where she’d touched. The crowd around us ooed and ahhed.

“His legs will be at the coat check,” said Meagan, picking up my jeans and taking them away.

Carrie turned me around to face her. The look of desire in her eyes said everything, and she raised me up to kiss me on the lips.

It only took a moment before I was pushing against my underwear. I started to blush realizing how many people were watching us.

Carrie tapped my erection playfully, and looked around at all the other girls, and some guys, who’d gathered.

“What do you think,” she said quietly to me. “I know this is moving like, really fast, but could we — they — all get a peak?”

“I’m not normally this forward,” she whispered, pulling off my underwear.

“I’m not normally this helpless,” I said, looking down then back up at her. I heard a number of interested gasps from around us.

“Wanna pass him around?” said Cassie, holding onto my thighs and displaying me in the air. “Just don’t wear him out, I need to take him home later.”

She handed me to a girl standing to her left, with frizzy blond hair, who cradled me against her boobs.

“He’s so cute,” she said, “And so helpless.”

She gave me a single, long stroke.

“I wanna hold him!” said her friend next to her.

I spend the next fifteen minutes being passed around, periodically fondled. More than a couple girls decided to flash me or slip a tit into my mouth. My cock itself was occasionally used as a handle, leaving the rest of me dangling.

There were, in all of this, a few actual conversations. Some people wanted to know how I was enjoying this, or if I wanted a shot (I had a couple). Three girls lined up shot glasses on my shaft.

I also ended up encountering some of the other participants. Melissa was especially flirtatious, but stopped short, saying, “I don’t want to piss off your girlfriend, but the urge to stick you in my mouth right now is just overwhelming.”

“She might say yes,” I said in an uncertain tone.

“Oh, it’s tempting… But look, y’all are a cute couple and I don’t want to fuck things up for you.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Hey, if it flames out, you give me a call, I’ll ring up Meagan and we’ll put ourselves right back in this situation.”

“Um… yea, okay.”

“But really, you seem like boyfriend material, and I’m just a wild-girl, so keep that in mind too. Let me take you back to her.”

Melissa started taking me back over to Carrie. She smiled at us as we came up, which I’m sure was just about the strangest sight possible.

“Oh hi,” said Carrie. “I’m Carrie.”

“Melissa,” she said. “You’ve quite a cutie here.”

“Thanks! And I love what you’ve got going on,” said Carrie enthusiastically. “And I um… Hmm… Chris, I know I’ve been like, pimping you out all night, but I do want you to know I really like you a lot.”

“I really like you too,” I said.

“With that said…” Carrie stopped and leaned over. Quietly she whispered, “I really want to watch you two fuck.”

“Are you serious?” said Melissa. “Cause I’m really, really into this.”

“Chris, what do you think?” said Carrie.

“You really think I’d turn this down?”

“There’s a private room in the back,” said Carrie. “Meagan came and told me that a minute ago.”

“Well then,” said Melissa. “Let’s get to it, we don’t want to miss the second half of the show.”

They brought me back through one of the staff doors to the staging area. Meagan was there checking her phone, and when she saw us coming through, she just grinned and said “Oh, this looks fun.”

Carrie shrugged and nodded.

“It’s the second door on the right,” said Meagan and we continued on. Inside was a few chairs and a couch, an ample supply of condoms, kleenex, and sanitizer.

“Wait a second,” said Meagan, rushing over before we’d closed the door. “I just had this crazy idea.”

She set me down on the table, facing Carrie and Melissa, and had Carrie sit down in one of the big chairs. Meagan then traced a circle around the base of Carrie’s neck, and popped her head and neck off her shoulders.

She placed Carrie’s head and neck on the empty space on Melissa’s shoulders, where her head had been vanished from.

Carrie, or Melissa, visibly shuddered.

“Oh shit,” they both said almost in unison.

“How’s that feel?” said Meagan.

“Oh god, it’s like… we’re both halfway in control. And I am so fucking turned on,” said Carrie.

“Hurry up and let’s get a condom on him,” said Melissa.

“Show starts in fifteen,” said Meagan. “Have fun.”

What followed I’m going to actually keep private. I know, weird after I said all that I’ve said so far, but I like to keep some details for myself. Suffice to say, it was one of the wildest experiences of my life. Use your imagination if you want to know what it was like. Oh, and it was better than that.