Half Off

“I don’t understand any of this,” said Judy. She looked down at me, sitting in the middle of the bench seat at the restaurant, and then back up to Katy sitting on the other side.


For a lack of other response, I crossed my legs. Katy didn’t even look up from her phone.


“What’s not to understand?” said Katy indifferently.


“You said Lauren can hear us…” said Judy, her eyes fell back down to me.


I’m Lauren. That’s me.


“She can,” said Katy, flatly.


This was true. I nudged my leg against Judy’s to help get the point across.


“But how?”


Katy put her phone down to give Judy a disappointed look. She looked slowly down at me. I shifted a bit.


“Magic,” said Katy. “I don’t know why that is the hard part about this.”


“But,” protested Judy, “She’s just legs.”


This was also true. Well kind of.


“I would say she’s more like a piece of ass,” said Katy.


That might have been a little more accurate. I had legs, yes. And hips. And … well, at the waist I stopped. In fact, my waist had been kind of … rounded away. So instead of a flat section across, what was left above my ass just … well, it was smoothed over like I’d never had an upper half to begin with. It had pay a little extra for the studio to work on the details, but Katy and I had both agreed this was worth it.


But at the same time, just hearing those words out loud like that was so… perfect. I flexed my butt to try and bounce up and down. Watching both Katy and Judy, I felt like I didn’t get the point across. Communication was going to be a bit tricky like this.


“That’s … I don’t know… you don’t think it’s objectifying?”


“I mean,” said Katy, with the same relative indifference. Her phone vibrated in her hand and I could sense her attention shift as she read something on the screen. “That’s kind of the point of being a piece of ass in the first place.”


I moved my knee aggressively into Katy’s to show agreement.


“Okay,” said Judy, squinting again. “But I still don’t get how she can see or hear.”


Katy smirked and dropped her phone back on the table.


“Here,” she said, grabbing me by the belt loops of my shorts and shifting me up and into Judy’s lap. Just being moved so easily and forcefully sent a chill down my legs into my toes.


“What are you—” said Judy,


“Take a handful,” said Katy, sweetly.


Judy gently laid a hand along my ass.


“Good,” said Katy. “I’m sure there’s an explanation about how she can see and hear like this, but the point is, she can. It’s magic stuff though, so it’s probably just a bunch of sci fi gobbledygook jargon.”


I could have answered if I’d been able to speak. My upper half had been dimensionally shifted halfway into a null ended storage dimension, the link to which was back at the shop we’d gone to. Meaning, that my consciousness stayed with what bits of my body still existed, and wasn’t so distant from the ‘real’ dimensions that I wasn’t able to see or hear.


But the dimensional shift was one way. So all I could really do was cross my legs again, and tilt my butt more into Judy’s hands.

Two Weeks Earlier

This had started a couple weeks earlier when I was in the park. I was walking my dog Porco.


Coming the other way was this girl walking her … boyfriend.


Well her boyfriend’s legs anyway.


I’ve always been kinda into magic. At home I’ve got one of those choker collar things that you can use to remove your head. And yes, a belt that does the same thing for my waist. And some other loops that fit around shoulders and hips.


And yes, maybe my default home routine is to take my head off and keep it in my lap on the couch. You know how it’s sometimes hard to get your neck comfortable when you’re lounging around or reading? Not an issue much that way.


So maybe not just kinda, let’s just go with hmm… way fucking into magic.


So this was something I wanted to know more about. The thing is, this is New York. You don’t just go talk to someone like a total weirdo. So I let Porco’s leash go, knowing he’d go do his friendly-dog-oh-by-the-way-do-you-have-any-treats-yes-treats-treats-treats-treats act.


That was how I met Alice.


“And this,” she said, gesturing to the pair of legs beside her, a leash clipped to their belt, “Is Jackson.”


Porco was saying hello to Jackson by trying to climb up his jeans. You know, in case treats.


“Hi Jackson,” I said, with a raised eyebrow back to Alice. “Porco behave yourself.”


“He’s adorable,” said Alice, leaning over to pet Porco, who now decided that empress of treats was probably this new person.


“I could say the same,” I said.


“Wanna try a handful,” said Alice, not waiting for a reply before giving Jackson a shove towards me.


“Oh really,” I said, looking to her for approval. “Okay.”


I slid my hand around Jackson’s hips to his ass, giving a gentle fondle. His hips leaned into my hand.


“He’s been getting a lot of attention from the ladies after we did this. And some dudes.”


“I’ll bet he does,” I said. “Where did you go?”


“Had him done at WizWorks. He even took Friday off work so we get the whole weekend before we change him back. Thinking of getting your boyfriend done?”


“Um, I… don’t… have a boyfriend right now.”


“I’m sorry, that was presumptuous.”


“Not at all,” I said. “I was actually thinking that I’d want to try … this. Myself.”


I let an extra hand find it’s way onto Jackson’s ass.


“Well if you want to try him out, I do like to watch,” said Alice enthusiastically. “And we don’t live far from here.”


“No I meant … become a pair of legs like this. But it’s nice of you to offer,” I said, removing my hands and giving Jackson a nudge back to Alice.


“Completely serious offer,” said Alice, neutrally.


Our eyes locked.


“Oh, um, let me drop my dog off at home,” I said.

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So maybe I could claim that taking the dog for a walk and ending up going home with two people I just met could be out of character for me. But I don’t know how honest that claim might be.


Let’s just say I don’t normally jump into bed with just anyone. But when it seems like some uncomplicated fun? Then sure. Especially if it’s with strangers who I don’t have to see ever again if I don’t want to.


Fortunately here it didn’t seem like that would be the case. As we walked back to their apartment, Alice and I started becoming fast friends. After just a block we were mutually gushing over which magic studios we liked and hated. After we got to the end of the park, we were walking arm in arm and practically ignoring Jackson.


“So I should admit to you,” said Alice as we rounded the corner near their apartment, “That this is sorta something we’ve done a few times.”


She gestured to Jackson and then to me.


“Zap your boyfriend down to a piece of ass?” I said.


“Yes, but then parade him around as chick bait to meet … interesting people.”


“And then you what, lure me up so you can chop me up and sell me for parts at the flea market?”


“No, it’s just a scam to get laid,” said Alice, defensively. “And also we’d sell you on eBay.”


“I’ve always wanted to be sold on eBay,” I said, helping myself to another handful of Jackson’s ass as Alice unlocked the door.

Back to Our Story

Back in the restaurant, I was now the piece of ass. Still in Judy’s lap.


This was all kind of a setup for me as well. Because I knew, as did Katy, that Judy had a slightly embarrassing secret.


About seven inches of slightly embarrassing secret now poking me in the butt as I wiggled around on her lap. Even better, she’d worn a light cotton sun dress.


I worked on that for another moment, relishing that I could actually see Judy biting her lip and looking down at me.


Then I suddenly maneuvered off of her lap back to to the booth. Leaving zero cover for her boner, now popping up for all the world to see.


Judy gasped audibly and froze. Katy looked down from her phone at Judy’s lap.


“Oh hey big Judy,” said Katy, leaning over with a teasing expression. “Looks like you could be a little … into our friend here.”


“I mean she has a great ass,” protested Judy. “And with only the dress, I can just feel … everything.”


She looked nervously around the restaurant in case anyone else had noticed. It was hard to tell from where I was if anyone did or not.


Judy hesitated for a moment, looking down at her own lap and trying to decide what the best way to handle this might be. She then looked up, and with a grimace, grabbed it and tried to push it down.


“Oh fuck I just made it harder,” said Judy.


“Quit touching yourself in public, perv,” said Katy with a delighted grin.


“How do I stop this,” said Judy, looking around again.


“Just give it a second,” said Katy. “And stop touching it. Also I shouldn’t be the one explaining this.”


“Yeah, I know,” said Judy. “It’s just … I just kind of turn myself on when I look down and …”


I decided to be a team player. I maneuvered back up into Judy’s lap.


“Problem solved,” said Katy. “But I think it’s clear you owe a bit of that dick to Lauren.”

One Week Earlier

Let’s take another jump back to a week ago. After I’d met Alice and Jackson. Before I’d been zapped to a piece of ass myself.


Board game night. My house. The same three of us. I’d gotten all my magic portal shit out, and the winner of the game of Settlers got to choose what happened to the other two. Fun times.


Two bottles of wine and a Longest Road later, Judy was our winner. She was reclined on a limbless Katy, propped up as a pillow on the couch.


And me? I’d gotten my head removed. My own body was switched off — using the block feature on the collar thing — and slumped over lifeless in the corner. Meaning for the time, I was just a head until Judy decided to give me my body back.


Okay yes, that meant I was eating her out. Judy’s pussy. At the time.


“You know,” said Judy, lazily leaning back onto Katy’s shoulder. “I really want to try having a dick. Like when I close my eyes and fantasize about getting head, it’s always getting my dick sucked.”


“Why don’t you,” said Katy, prying that one up a bit.


“I don’t know,” said Judy. “Just … seems hard to organize.”


“Judy,” said Katy, matter of factly, “Get my phone and I could get you a dick, delivered to us, in like under 30 minutes. The only question is who’s. Alex or Josh or Jacob or Elijah…”


“Yeah but…” Judy didn’t seem to have any reason. She was, by nature, just a bit of a hesitant person. But once she got going somewhere, oh my god it was fun.


“Yeah but nothing,” said Katy. “Lauren, stop eating that pussy.”


“Hey,” said Judy, “No wait…”


“Nope. You said you want a dick. The only way Lauren gives you head now is fulfilling your fantasy and sucking on a nice big dick.”


“Um,” said Judy. “Well okay.”


“Besides,” said Katy, “I’ll be way more useful to you as more than just a fucking pillow.”


“You’ll be a fucking pillow,” said Judy, with a renewed grin. “And I’ll get to fuck you.”

The Walk Back

So that was how that got started at least. Suffice to say, it had livened things up considerably. And now, for the previous week, Judy had been packing. And while I’d been organizing my own transformation, including deputizing Katy to look after me while I was in this state, this was something we’d both been looking forward to considerably.


There was also one more trick we had in mind. And that was for the walk home.


The plan was, after brunch, we’d go back to Katy’s place and maybe play board games or something on the Nintendo. The subtext here of course being ‘lesbian threesome’ would happen in one way or another, the games were just to determine the roles.


But, the Ace up Katy’s sleeve was that she lived right above WizWorks. The bland corporate Starbucks of magic studios. High tech stuff, quality transformations, kind of a premium price but when you’re paying for magicians, you don’t really want to go with cut-rate.


“Hey why don’t we just … you know, pop right in here,” said Katy, pulling Judy by the arm into the door.


“Oh god, what do you have in mind,” said Judy, not resisting in the slightest. She turned back to hold the door open for me to follow. Unable to properly say thank you, I doinked my butt into her hips as I brushed past.


“Hello,” said the cute and helpful hostess at the door. “Do you have a reservation?”


True to the brand, the hostess was equipped with four arms so she’d look super extra helpful or something. They still only gave her the one tablet and the one head.


“Yes, I do under Winston. For the Private Booth 3.”


“This doesn’t seem very impromptu,” said Judy smugly.


“Shut up, you’ll love it.”


“Who’s the appointment even for?”


“It’s for you!” said Katy. She made a playful grab at Judy, looping one hand around her waist to tap her cock.


“All right,” said Judy, with an adorable smirk. “Let’s do it.”


WizWorks, as easy as it is to talk shit about for being a chain, is still a pretty amazing place. The front area is a coffee shop, that honestly, has pretty great coffee. There’s a seating area. And numerous small devices — portal loops, face swappers, available to check out and use without a reservation.


But if you want something real done, you get a private room booked. Sometimes there’s a wait, so it’s always a good move to do it on the app first.


Then, if you want something a bit more technical like I don’t know, turning yourself into a conscious and aware piece of ass, you need someone who knows what they’re doing. A real magician.


That was who was waiting for us in front of the room. A helpful looking blonde with a pony tail, and the same teal polo shirt with the WizWorks logo. She introduced herself as Meghan.


“I assume,” said Meghan, shutting the door behind her, “That we’re still going with the preselected transformation?”


“Yes,” said Katy.


“Wait,” said Judy. “What is the transformation?”


“It’s a surprise!” said Katy.


Judy looked questioningly at Meghan.


“If you’re the participant, I do have to tell you if you ask,” said Meghan, with an expression that said something more along the lines of, ‘This is totally worth it, don’t ruin it.’


“Okay,” said Judy. “Surprises are fine then.”


“Great!” said Meghan. “If you’ll just climb inside then, we can begin!”


Meghan gestured to the transformalizer, a large flat white thing that looked a bit like a tanning bed crossed with a Yeti cooler.


Judy started toward the machine.


“Take your clothes off,” said Katy, directly.


“It will work fine with the clothes,” added Meghan, but Judy just shrugged and pulled her dress over her head.


“She wants clothes off, she gets clothes off,” said Judy with a casual look over at the rest of us. She turned around once to give us a fantastic frontal view.


Even Meghan’s professional demeanor slipped a bit as she kind of bit her lip.


“Great,” said Meghan, “Um…”


“Get in the magic machine, slut,” said Katy, with a grin.


Judy returned a smirk, and obeyed. Meghan pushed a button and the lid slowly closed.

Some New Changes

“But what did you even do to me?” said Judy, following Katy and I up the stairs. “I got out of the machine and everything feels the same.”


“You’ll see!” said Katy. “Hurry up!”


Unencumbered by an upper body, I was easily ahead of the on the staircase. One of those unexpected perks I guess. Running would probably be a lot easier like this too. Maybe I could take up soccer.


“My neck feels weird,” said Judy. “Is it … wait…”


“No, no waiting, one more floor,” said Katy.


As I got to Katy’s door, I was dripping wet with excitement. While Judy had been cursed to show her horniness externally, I’d just been getting more and more turned on. I was more than ready to put this new shape to its intended purpose.


“Okay,” said Judy as Katy opened the door, “Can you show me now?”


Katy turned around to Judy, still standing out in the hallway.


“Okay,” said Katy. “You see, when I was taking Lauren here over to get her changed, the thing we both agreed was your new dick is awesome. It suits you and it’s adorable to see you enjoying it. But the problem is …”


Katy reached over and cupped one hand under Judy’s chin. Then put her other hand around the back of Judy’s head.


“That you only had one of them.”


Then she pulled up.


Judy let out a short gasp. An especially short gasp as her head came free of her body. And as soon as it was lifted off, it stopped.


From my vantage point lower I could see Judy’s now empty eyes and slack jawed mouth as Katy let her head dangle from her ponytail.


And Judy… well, she was quiet. Not a surprise. But I could also see her hands were now exploring what had … replaced her head.


And that was another dick. Which her neck smoothly tapered into.


It was slightly bigger than the one between her legs. And looked just as enticing.


Of course, unlike me, Judy’s consciousness was wholly now trapped in her body. With no sight. Or sound. Just two cocks to take up all sensation.


Honestly I was a bit jealous. Especially given what we had planned for her next. No more taking turns.


“This was a good fucking idea,” said Katy, tucking one hand around my butt. I leaned into her to show my approval.


For a moment we just watched the show. Judy had altogether lost control over her instincts, and her hands alternated between fondling the cock on her neck, and the one between her legs.


Katy grabbed one of Judy’s hands and started to pull her inside. Once in the living room, she gently took hold of the ‘head’ dick herself.


Judy’s whole body visibly wobbled with the sensation of someone else touching her. She crumbled down to her knees.


“Why don’t you get her started,” she said, ushering me over. “I’m going to set up my phone to record this.”


I was only too happy to go along with that plan.

Discoveries

“What the … fuck?”


Judy squinted and turned around. Well, as best she was able to anyway.


It’s a good thing I had no face or lungs, or I might have died laughing. As it was, I just kind of … shook around.


But Katy was not so lucky. She also had this cute habit of shrieking when she laughed, and then she was at risk of getting the hiccups.


“Oh my god,” said Katy, pausing and then starting again into another fit of hysterics. “She’s even more ridiculous than I thought.”


Judy was, for a second longer, still processing and gathering information.


“You put me on the wrong dick!” she said, suddenly. The look of shock and delight and confusion still on her face was delicious. It was everything we both enjoyed about her.


After a rather out of control first ‘romp’, we’d wrangled Judy into the bedroom where we both had a very nice time with her, me riding up top of Judy and Katy in a more ‘conventional’ position.


“This is so fucking weird,” said Judy.


After a pause she added, “And I kinda love it.”


“Of course you do, you little perv,” said Katy, reaching over to give Judy’s other cock a grab, and eliciting a shriek.


“How does — ahh don’t stop — how does my head … like I can feel it up inside my head now … so what happened to my … brain.”


Judy’s question kept being interrupted by regular tweaks as Katy, clearly entertained by the control she had, kept interrupting.


“Why do you always need it explained,” said Katy, giggling.


“I just … what I am I thinking with.”


“Honey, you’ve got a dick for a head,” said Katy, giving another long stroke that made Judy squirm, “And another dick inside your head.”


Katy reached down and pulled Judy’s head slightly up, then pushed it down again making her eyes go wide.


“I would venture to say,” said Katy, “That these do all the thinking you’re going to need.”


“Wait, wait, wait,” said Judy, her eyes still wide as saucers. “I just felt something.”


“Yeah you felt me getting you ready for round two.”


“No, in my … here in my head…”


Judy reached down with both her hands and took a hold of her own head. She slid it upwards again, then rotated something back a bit.


Then she pushed it down again.


And her dick slid right out of her mouth. Right through her face.


“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” said Katy. “Meghan did not go over this part with us.”


Judy was unable to speak, for obvious reasons. But her head was still, this time, aware.


Her eyes told me everything I needed. I climbed over to her on the bed and straddled her.

Another Week Later

“Wait. Go back to that part again,” said Katy. She leaned over my shoulder at the video we were watching together on the laptop.


I was, for the time, back together in one piece again. Three glorious days as a pair of legs had been amazing, but there comes a time when I need to get back to real life and type on computers and stuff.


But after last weekend, my mind kept just replaying all that we’d been up to. And I was wondering just when exactly we could return to … well something like that.


And apparently, so was Katy.


“I love this part,” said Katy, “Where she bends you over against the bed and I’m under you both.”


“My favorite was being on her shoulders where you could still get to my clit,” I said.


“Remember afterwards when we put her head on backwards,” said Katy. “She gets so worked up, and is so fun to mess with.”


“We could all do that to our heads, then we could swap,” I said.


“Oh my god, we might just need to right now.”


“I love these close ups,” I said, as the video cut to the next ‘encounter.’ “Just her dick sticking through her mouth and the look on her face as you sucked the other one off.”


“Speaking of little miss two dicks, where the fuck is she?” said Katy.


“No idea,” I said, checking my phone to find no new texts. I shrugged.


“You said she cancelled the appointment to get changed back?” I said.


“Yeah,” said Katy. “So I think she’s been going around like this all week.”


“Fuck,” I said. “I hope she’s got some good stories.”


“Well,” said Katy, “Since she is running late… And you know… we started this whole hookup thing with only us girls…”


Standing behind me she slid her hands down to cup both of my tits. I leaned back for a kiss.


Katy slid the catch on my chocker collar. My head came loose from my body, and she turned me all the way around to make out with me.


Then the doorbell rang.


“Oh god fucking damn it,” said Katy. “Honestly Judy, you’d think you know to just open the door.”


Katy tucked my head under her arm and shuffled over to throw open the door dramatically.


But on the other side wasn’t Judy. It was a delivery guy in a uniform. And a medium sized box.


“Um,” he said, looking the half-dressed Katy up and down and then to my head. “I need a signature for this.”


“Oh. No problem. Can you take this?”


Katy traded my head for the signature pad. The delivery guy held my head awkwardly out at arms length like I might jump forward and bite him.


“There,” she said, handing back the pad and then shoving me back comfortably against her tits. “Thank you!”


With her foot, she kicked the box inside and let the door close on its own.


“Were you um… expecting something?”


“Nope,” said Katy. “But I’ve got a hunch.”


She kicked the box again and it slid over into the living room, falling over when it hit the carpet.


Katy went to the coffee table and set my head down. I was able from this point of view to navigate my body over to join us on the couch.


A few takeaways about the head-off ‘lifestyle’ that maybe you’ll find interesting:

• I hate calling it a lifestyle.
• It’s rather hard to balance without your head on your shoulders, and it was at least a few weeks before I was able to move around without a wall next to me for safety.
• Get ready to bang your shins on everything, and pick up your god damn shit off the floor.

Anyway. Katy found some scissors and opened the box. Inside was … another box.


A nicer box. Laminate cardboard with a lid and a cardboard latch.


The box was from WizWorks.


Exchanging a significant look with me, Katy opened the top lid of the box.


From where I was on the coffee table, I couldn’t see what was inside. But I could see Katy’s eyes light up as she gasped.


She quickly reached and scooped up my head and pointed me down at the box.


There was Judy.


“Um,” said Judy, looking up at us both. “So I had some changes made.”


Inside the box, each with a foam compartment, were three things:

• Judy’s head, face up, looking at us.
• Judy’s dick from between her legs. Completely detached and freshly shaved.
• Judy’s other dick. From previously her head. Same as the other.

“I um…” said Judy. “I have the next week off of work. And you two have shown me so many fun things to do that I thought, maybe I should give you these and you can … keep them? I mean, they’re still me. They got rid of the rest of me.”


“So you mean to tell me,” said Katy, lifting Judy’s head up out of the box and holding it eye level with mine. “That besides your cute little face here, all you are is two dicks?”


“Yeah,” said Judy with a broad smile.


“You are the worst fucking lesbian I’ve ever met,” said Katy.


“Hey!” said Judy. “I um…”


Katy lifted my head up to whisper her plan in my ear. I readily accepted.


“What are you two talking about?” said Judy.


“Nothing cutie. Let’s get your bits and head to the bedroom.”


We gathered up Judy and went to Katy’s bedroom. Once there we left Judy’s head on the dresser, next to both of her dicks laid with their tips touching.


Katy got her own collar out, and used to detach her head. I was already waiting on the bed.


“Hey wait,” said Judy, pleadingly. “You left me over here — are you even going to use my — wait, you two!”


Katy passed me her now detached head. I traded it for me own. She lay down beside me, legs spread, giving Judy a full view.


I lowered Katy’s face between my legs. Then we got started.