# TRFMR-9009

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## One

“Okay Kelly. Where did you even find this thing?” said Amanda.

“It’s called waking up on a Saturday morning and going to yard sales,” said Kelly. “You should try it sometime.”

They were over at Kelly’s place in the living room. She was showing off her latest find, which was still packed up in two large cardboard boxes. But if it was a real TRFMR-9009, even a non-working one would go for a few hundred on eBay. And if it worked … then Amanda had other intentions.

“We all know Saturday before 11 is a non-starter,” said Amanda. “Nobody likes morning Amanda, least of all Amanda herself.”

“Well that’s fair,” said Kelly. “But anyway — this seemed like it would be your thing so, here it is.”

“I mean, I only know what I googled about it,” said Amanda.

“Which is more than I know!” said Kelly. “I just saw it was some kind of magic mad scientist shit, and you’re into that stuff, so I nabbed it for you.”

“Which is great,” said Amanda. “These things are collectors items you know.”

“Well we’re lucky none of the weird hoarder dudes and eBay ladies knew what it was,” said Kelly. “Shit gets wild over at the Parker Methodist Bimonthly Community Garage Sale. I’m having a seltzer, want one?”

“Sure.”

Kelly left to the kitchen. Amanda opened the larger box and started gathering the pieces on the carpet.

There was a disassembled frame of painted aluminum rods, an aged nylon canvas that was probably once actually a nice color of white and now just looked old and beige, and a tangled mess of different cords. Then finally, there was the Control Unit, which resembled an off-brand Nintendo, with the “TRFMR-9009” in silver raised letters.

“Looks like everything is here,” said Amanda, as Kelly returned. “Now we just get it all assembled…”

“So the other box had all these cartridges in it,” said Kelly, opening the flaps of the box. “The lady there thought they were Nintendo games.”

“They’re pre-loaded transformations,” said Amanda. “This thing was the first home-based transformation device, which is turned out, was a bit ahead of its time.”

“This one says ‘Goomba,’” said Kelly. “What do you think that means?”

“You know as much as I do, which is to ask the internet.”

“That sounds hard,” said Kelly. “I’d rather just speculate without any information.”

“That’s always an option too.”

Kelly’s phone rang. She answered it, and Amanda went back to untangling the cords and assembling the contraption. When she had finished, the frame and nylon canvas were assembled into a long box just a bit bigger than a person. She carefully stood it up on one end and tested the panel that swung open as a door.

“Jake and Clara are coming over,” said Kelly, hanging up the phone. “They wanted to see this thing in action.”

“Assuming it works, that’s neato,” said Amanda. “Looks like all the parts are here. Now the real moment of truth here is—“

She took the cord from the bottom of the box and plugged it into the Control Unit. Then she plugged the unit into the wall.

“Holy shit,” said Amanda. “It powers on.”

“Do they normally not power on?”

“I told you I’ve never seen one of these ever,” said Amanda, surprising a sigh. “But I don’t know, I just wouldn’t be surprised if it was broken.”

“So it works?”

“I guess so?” said Amanda. “But we’ll see, it still might not actually, you know, do anything more.”

“I guess one of us needs to try it then,” said Kelly.

There was a pause. Both of them seemed to be waiting for the other to speak up.

“I could go first,” said Kelly. “Since you’re the one who kind of knows what you’re doing here.”

“I was just going to say that,” said Amanda, with visible relief.

“Good,” said Kelly. “I’ll try the Goomba here.”

She handed the cartridge to Amanda.

“You don’t want to look up what it is first?”

“It sounds cute,” said Kelly. “Let’s try it.”

“All right then,” said Amanda. “Get in the box thing.”

Kelly drained her seltzer and theatrically burped, before stepping into the contraption Amanda had just assembled. Amanda shut the door and velcro-ed it shut.

She inspected the cartridge — the label at least looked “official” or official enough to be labeled with an actual label-maker. It was made from the same timeless off-gray plastic that anything from the mid-80s seemed to be constructed from. She looked at an arrangement of pins on the bottom of the cartridge, inspecting for dust or damage.

She blew into the gap, maybe just for good luck, and inserted it in the opening of the Control Unit.

“What’s happening?” said Kelly. “Is it working?”

“I’m starting it now,” said Amanda. She pressed the orange toggle on the top, flipping it to “Engage.” The switch stayed in place and a light started to blink.

For a moment, nothing happened.

“I don’t know if it’s working—“

But then the machine started to hum with a sizzling sound of electronics coming to life. A low beeping noise started from the Control Unit, repeating every second.

“You okay in there?” said Amanda.

There was no reply. Amanda unlocked her phone and scrolled through the HowTo she’d been consulting.

“Once engaged, the unit will continue to indicate with an indicator tone that the processor is underway,” she read out loud, in case Kelly could hear her. “Do not interrupt the machine or unpredictable results might occur. Some processes take up to five minutes.”

“As the process nears completion, the tone will rise in pitch,” continued Amanda. She was starting to doubt that Kelly was listening, or that she could hear her at all. However, the tone was perceptibly higher in pitch than it had been a moment ago.

“The final tone will sound with a longer interval,” said Amanda. She closed her phone and looked nervously at the unit. The light was also blinking, but the website she’d found didn’t say anything about that.

Then the machine made a “final” sounding beep, lasting three seconds. It was slightly obnoxious, but at least something Amanda could remember to listen for.

“Did it work?” said Kelly.

“I think so? Let me get you out of there,” said Amanda.

She opened the flap of nylon with a noise of velcro coming free.

“Where’d you go?” she said, looking in to an empty frame.

Then she looked down.

“Ohmygod—“ said Amanda, almost jumping backwards. She managed to stop herself from the surprise, but allowed herself to fall down to her knees.

“Hey,” said Kelly, sounding a bit worried. “So this is … weird.”

“I remember now,” said Amanda, reaching for Kelly. Well, what was left of Kelly.

She picked her up with a hand on each cheek and held her at eye level.

“I remember what Goomba means,” she continued. “It was the little guys in Mario. The ones who were just a head and feet.”

“Hmm,” said Kelly.

Kelly’s feet flexed underneath her.

“That seems like it’d be a copyright issue,” said Kelly.

“Babe,” said Amanda, with a sigh. “I think they only made like 500 of these machines before they went under in the early 90s, so that probably wasn’t too high on their list of concerns.”

“Well,” said Kelly. “They could have a better name for this. Maybe a ‘Smooshy’ because, you know, I’m smooshed.”

“You can call this whatever you want, Smooshy Girl,” said Amanda.

“Maybe a ‘Footsie’ would be better,” said Kelly. “I bet if someone was into feet stuff they’d get a kick out of this.”

“Well,” said Amanda. “I’m glad you see the bright side of this at least.”

“Can you set me down? I want to see how well I can shuffle around.”

“Sure,” said Amanda, lowering Kelly back to the floor. “I’ll have to watch out so I don’t trip on you, I guess.”

“Who do we know that’s into feet stuff,” said Kelly.

“I … besides my ex-boyfriend Dereck, who we are not calling, I don’t know of anyone.”

“Is he the guy who talked you into turning your hands into feet that one time?”

“It was worse than that,” said Amanda. “We also had the studio realign my hips and shoulders so I had to walk around on all fours.”

“That’s actually kind of hot,” said Kelly.

“It was somewhat pleasantly humiliating, yes,” said Amanda, with a distant blush at the memory. “Mostly because that was also the weekend we went to the beach, so I had to walk around in public like that.”

“I don’t think I’d do well on the beach,” said Kelly, speculatively. “It’s hard enough to make progress on the floor here.”

Kelly had managed to shuffle forwards about two entire feet.

“Yeah,” said Amanda. “Seems like you’re kind of impractically designed there. I’ll see if I can find the one that restores you.”

“Who said I wanted to get restored?” said Kelly. “I don’t want to be restored. Getting restored is stupid.”

“Well either way,” said Amanda. “I should find the right cartridge which I think they call ‘Base Humanoid.’”

“What happens if that’s missing,” said Kelly, biting her lip.

“Well...” said Amanda. “I guess we’d be scouring the internet for a copy of it, or shelling out some bucks at a studio.”

“Orrr,” countered Kelly. “I can just start an OnlyFans for feet people.”

“That’s … another direction to take it,” said Amanda. “Anyway, I’m going to take inventory here.”

Amanda started rummaging through the box of cartridges, roughly sorting them into piles on the coffee table. There was one pile of stuff she understood, or at least seemed straightforward enough. There was another of ‘mysteries’ to look up with names she didn’t recognize. And then there was … some that had labels that had come off. Or were faded away. Or were in … was that Korean?

Kelly, meanwhile, experimented with the limited means of locomotion now available to her. She could shuffle or try and rather risky ‘walk’ on the balls of her feet. She could also barely, and to emphasize just barely, hop.

The main issue seemed to be that Kelly’s ankles seemed to be fused right to the base of her neck. This didn’t allow for a full range of motion up or down. If this had been a studio job, Amanda suspected at least, this would have been a more flexible arrangement.

Then she found it — complete with a piece of blue masking tape reading “DO NOT LOSE.”

“Base Humanoid,” said Amanda, tapping the cartridge with relief. “So we’re solid on that account.”

“Well,” said Kelly. “I still want to stay like this until Jake and Clara get here.”

Almost on cue, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” called out Kelly.

The door burst open almost violently, stopping on some of Kelly’s shoes. Clara came in after it struggling with a large Patagonia brand duffel.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she said loudly and talking quickly. “He is so fucking heavy, how is he this heavy — Hey Manda!”

Amanda waved while standing up from her task of sorting cartridges. She was now realizing how stiff her back was.

“Hey,” she said, stretching backwards with a groan. “Need a hand?”

“Yeah, thanks there’s another bag of him in the car,” said Clara, with a sigh. “Kelly where the fuck are y— Oh shit!“

Clara stopped just short of tripping over Kelly in the middle of the floor, lunging sideways under the weight of the bag. She made a final heave of the bag onto the couch.

“Well hello there Kelly,” said Clara, barely pausing, “I see you’re a Scrunchie now.”

“I’m a Goomba!” said Kelly.

“Nobody calls them that anymore,” said Clara. “You should try using the internet.”

“What’s the internet,” deadpanned Kelly.

“You’d be a few months late for the #scrunchiechallenge on Tiktok, but hey,” said Clara with a shrug. She bent over to scoop Kelly up and deposited her on the couch.

Amanda had made her way out to the still open door, and now had gotten her sandals on.

“You’ll find him in the back seat,” said Clara, making no visible effort to come herself. Amanda had a certain premonition about why she specifically was being sent to retrieve Jake, but decided not to ask.

She went out to Kelly’s driveway where Jake’s red Honda was parked. She opened the back door. Jake immediately started talking.

“Are you gonna finish what you started before you bring me in there — oh,” said Jake, stopping short.

“Hey Amandaaaa,” he continued, with a panicked look.

Amanda smirked with amusement. The reason for his embarrassment was obvious.

“Hey Jake,” she said, bending over towards him. “How’s it going.”

She let her eyes fall from his face down to the bulge in his red shorts.

“Uh, it’s pretty good,” said Jake, with a nervous laugh.

“Not much of you left here is there,” she said. She started to pick him up.

“Not really,” said Jake.

“Although I think Clara would agree there’s maybe just enough of you here,” she summarized.

What there was of Jake was merely a pair of hips with flat skin tone cross sections of his waist and missing legs. On top of those hips, stuck to the middle of his waist, was his head and neck.

Amanda was quite familiar with this shape already. About a month prior, she’d been voluntarily turned into the same shape herself for a weekend — and then ‘donated’ herself to Jake and Clara in exchange for them watching her cat. In her case, however, it had been a studio transformation and the edges were smoother. Jake was… well, a different matter.

“You seem... excited,” she said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Clara started things just before she went inside,” said Jake, almost defensively.

“Wow,” said Amanda, without affect. “What a rude thing to do.”

She paused, and licked her lips.

“Although,” she continued. ”Seeing as if anything you’ve only gotten stiffer, I think the case could be made that I’m now the one you’re getting hard for.”

She moved him up close to her face, hovering an inch away from it.

“Uh,” said Jake. “Yeah, that seems right. Maybe you can continue?”

“We’ll get there,” said Amanda, kissing the bulge through his shorts.

“But,” she added in a mocking tone. “I’m not giving you a blowjob in the fucking driveway. And when you do get off, it’s going to be a little more satisfying for yours truly.”

“Yeah,” said Jake, panting hard. “Okay.”

“So you—“ said Amanda, adding another peck to the tip of his bulge, and then to his forehead. “—Should just stay horny for me.”

“Can do,” said Jake, with a happy sounding sigh.

Amanda shut the car door and went back inside, Jake tucked under her arm. She slid a hand possessively around his ass.

Inside Clara had already completely de-organized the cartridges that Amanda had been sorting, sifting quickly through them and throwing them all in the same pile. Amanda drew in a deep breath and then decided to just let it go.

“I’m calling dibs on his dick,” announced Amanda, instead.

“What?” said Clara, mockingly aghast. “You’re calling dibs on my boyfriend after I lugged his stupid body all the way here?”

“You could have just put me back together in one piece,” said Jake. “I can carry myself that way.”

“What would be the point of having a mod boyfriend if I kept you in one piece?” said Clara.

It was a fair point. Since Jake had agreed to go “Full Mod” (aka Fully Modular) a couple months previous, Amanda had only seen him completely and correctly reassembled twice.

“Hm,” said Amanda. “I think I agree with her Jake.”

She gave his butt a fondle for good measure.

“You can have dibs,” said Clara. “I just want to get turned into something cool.”

“Hold on everyone,” said Amanda. She approached the couch where Kelly and the now unpacked pieces of Jake were now spread out on the couch.

“Kelly,” said Amanda. “Keep him company.”

She set Jake down next to her.

“Can do!” said Kelly cheerfully. “Nice boner dude.”

Jake mumbled an embarrassed thank you.

“And you,” said Amanda to Clara, “Are going to help me with this next transformation.”

“Of course I am,” said Clara. “I’m deciding between these two—“

She held up two cartridges, which weren’t the one Amanda was actually interested in. She scanned the wreckage of Clara’s search.

“I had these sorted,” said Amanda, releasing a sigh.

“Oops,” offered Clara. “They didn’t look sorted.”

“There was a system anyway,” she said, picking out the two cartridges she’d deliberately set aside — the Base Humanoid, and the one she wanted to try herself.

“And,” continued Amanda, “I’m going first.”

“You want what? Dibs on my boyfriend, and the cool new machine?” Clara seemed more amused than upset.

“I spent like an hour putting it together!” said Amanda.

“I tricked an old lady into selling it for $10 off because I said it was missing some stuff it needed,” added Kelly cheerfully.

“Okay we’ll deal with the moral implications of that in a minute,” said Amanda, resisting the urge to facepalm. “I just need to get my own thing here okay? I won’t even be helpless, I can operate the thing just fine after we do this.”

“Of course,” said Clara, warmly taking Amanda’s arm. “Let’s get you going. What do I do?”

## Two

A few minutes had passed. Amanda was inside the machine, standing and waiting. Just … waiting.

About ten seconds ago, she’d heard Clara put the cartridge in, and give a countdown. She only got to two. Then … nothing.

Everything was just … eerily quiet. Or maybe eerily something else too. Maybe just eery in general.

So recalled that Kelly hadn’t replied to her when she’d been in the machine. She was somehow … elsewhere? Or elsewhen? And her transformation still hadn’t yet happened.

So she waited. Nothing else to do.

And then.

Well.

It had happened. There was the same shrill beep as before. And Amanda was realizing, all of a sudden, that the transformation was already finished. She hadn’t even registered that it had started.

“Finally,” said Clara from outside the machine. “That beeping is so annoying.”

The door to the box was torn open with the sound of velcro. Amanda stood there, still absorbing the difference.

“That was weird,” said Amanda. “Compared to the studio where it’s kind of gradual, this was just … weird.”

“You were cooking in there for a good five minutes,” said Clara. “How’re the results?”

Amanda’s free hand found the space on her shoulders. The empty space on her shoulders.

“I love it,” said Amanda. “Exactly what I was hoping for.”

“Did you finally get rid of your stupid dumb ugly old head?” said Kelly.

“… Not exactly,” answered Amanda, lifting up her now detached head as she stepped out of the transformation box. “However your negative attitude about my head has been noted.”

“I just really like headless Amanda,” said Kelly. “Cause she’s like the horniest girl ever.”

“She’s already the horniest girl ever,” said Clara, with a snort.

“Yeah,” agreed Kelly. “But when she goes like totally headless — I mean like blind, deaf, dumb headless without any magical shit to replace her head — it’s like her pussy just goes full she-hulk on everyone.”

“You clearly haven’t ever read a she-hulk comic,” said Amanda, not bothering to argue the other points.

“Why’d you keep that dumb head anyway,” said Kelly. “It’s not like you wanted to have it.”

“Well,” said Amanda with a shrug. “I need to retain some executive function to keep this shitshow on the rails here.”

“That’s a good point,” agreed Jake. “But you know if you wanted to reassemble me, I could help with the … functions.”

“Nobody is interested in putting you back together Jake,” shot back Amanda. “Especially when I’m about to have my way with you here. As soon as—“

She waved at Clara who was now entering the transformation box.

“Here,” said Clara, handing a cartridge out to Amanda. “This one.”

“Oh the one with the faded label,” said Amanda. “Do you even know what this one does?”

“No idea,” said Clara. “But if it got so much use the label rubbed off, it was someone’s favorite, so it must be good.”

“I guess we need to find out what all of these do one way or another,” said Amanda.

She set her head down next to the console and helped seal the velcro door of the transformation chamber. Once that was done she started the machine with the same obnoxious beeping as before, and retrieved her head.

During the 30 or so seconds she was doing that, she realized neither Kelly nor Jake had said anything. She was at least expecting more of Kelly’s running commentary, or Jake’s pleas for reassembly.

What she discovered when she turned around and pointed her detached head back at them wasn’t exactly surprising.

“Kelly Arlene Rambeau,” said Amanda sternly. “Get that penis out of your mouth this instant.”

“Wow,” said Jake. “You got the full name treatment.”

“Oops,” said Kelly, letting the tip of Jake’s dick slide out of her mouth. “My bad.”

“My bad? That’s your defense? I had dibs.”

“I was trying to see if I could get his shorts off with just my face,” said Kelly.

“And you were trying to cockblock me,” added Amanda. “So now you don’t get to watch.”

“Actually I was getting him started for you,” said Kelly. “I’m a team player like that.”

“That’s a good angle,” said Jake.

“Think she’s buying it?” whispered Kelly, loud enough for Amanda to hear.

“Kelly if you bring him to climax I’m going to leave you like that all week, Jake if you come too early I’m going to keep your dick in my sock drawer.”

“I think she’s bluffing,” said Kelly. “It wouldn’t be in the sock drawer, it’d be on the nightstand where she can use it.”

“Might be worth it,” said Jake.

“Or,” said Amanda. “Maybe I’ll just keep it between my legs so I can enjoy the only non-silicone dick that anyone managed to bring today.”

“It’s easy to find more dicks out there dude,” said Kelly.

“Yeah the hard part is finding a worthwhile dude they’re attached to,” said Amanda.

“Aww,” said Kelly. “That was kinda sweet. She means you Jake! She’s never that nice to me…”

“Here,” said Amanda. “I think your girlfriend is about done in there.”

Amanda pushed Kelly sideways on the couch and set her own head in between her and Jake. From there she started to maneuver her body back towards the transformation chamber.

“Hey Jake,” said Kelly. “Do you think I could get the internet-feet-people to pay me money now that I’m a goomba girl.”

“Actually you’d probably make a killing,” said Jake.

“I know right? I mean, I could use the money, I don’t think I could any other job like this anyway, and it’s not like I’ve got any residual sense of decorum or shame left, so it’s really some low hanging fruit.”

“I don’t think anyone says ‘Goomba’ any more,” said Jake. “It’s ‘Scrunchie’ now.”

“Well I’m bringing it back then,” said Kelly.

The machine interrupted with a long shrill beep.

“Oh shit she’s done,” said Kelly.

“Wanna take bets on what kind of weird shit your girlfriend got turned into?” asked Amanda.

“Against the only person who understands this machine? Pass,” said Jake.

“Understands is a very loose concept here,” said Amanda.

Amanda guided her body to tear open the velcro. There seemed to be no activity or help from the other side.

When she was finished, she moved her body aside.

There was Clara. All three of their jaws hung open.

“Huh,” said Kelly.

“Yeah,” said Jake. “Is she…”

“Is that all that’s left?” said Kelly.

“I think so,” said Amanda. She knelt down and fumbled forward with her hands. She picked one of them up.

“Dude,” said Kelly. “Your girlfriend is just a pile of tits.”

Amanda brought the boob she’d picked up over to where their heads and other helpless bits were on the couch. She fondled it where all three of them could see it.

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” said Kelly.

“You think she’s into this Jake?” said Amanda.

“She’s wayyy into it,” said Jake. “Assuming she can figure out what’s going on.”

“I mean if I was nothing but a bunch of boobs, I’d be having a great time,” said Kelly. “In fact, can you just toss me in there and do the same thing? Like right now?”

“I thought you were about to launch your feet-girl empire,” said Amanda.

“I can do feet stuff any time,” said Kelly. “Right now what I think we need to do, is get me turned into a bunch of titties, mix me up with Clara, and spread both of us out on my bed where you two can lie in a heavenly boob pile and fuck your brains out—“

Amanda and Jake made eye contact.

“Consider it done,” said Amanda.

## Three

“94… 95… 96,” said Amanda, piling the last of the boobs onto the bed.

“Plus these two, which gives us a total of 98,” she added.

“Dang, if I’d brought a couple we could have an even 100,” said Jake.

“You really are slacking on the boobs department,” said Amanda.

“Yeah my bad,” said Jake.

“Fortunately,” said Amanda. “We’ve got 96 extras here.”

She slightly flattened out the pile she’d made, and deposited Jakes and her own detached heads in it, cheek to cheek.

They’d just finished the foreshadowed activity, with Amanda further detaching Jake’s head from his hips, and then taking a luxurious time with those as the two of them watched.

“I mean, you’re modular anyway, so why haven’t we gotten you some?”

“I suppose that’s a good point.”

“We could get you a pussy too,” said Amanda. “Then we could just turn you into whatever we needed.”

“I mean I wouldn’t say no,” said Jake.

“I’ll chip in for them too,” said Amanda. “If cost is an issue.”

“Yeah, the full mod kind of depleted our savings,” said Jake. “But I mean, that was five months ago, so we’re in good shape now.”

“Done then,” said Amanda. “I’m taking you to the studio on Monday.”

“Great,” said Jake. “Clara will love it. Just like I bet she’s loving this. Getting mixed up with Kelly is probably exactly what she wanted.”

There was a pause as Amanda extended her tongue to try and reach the boob nearest her face. She was unable to reach it.

“You know,” said Jake. “I just thought of something.”

“What’s that?”

“How are we going to know which boobs are which? After we mixed them together.”

“Um,” said Amanda. “Right.”

“I kind of thought they’d have different skin tones or different sized nipples we could go by but … they sort of just look the same to me.”

“Yeah,” said Amanda, with a slightly building panic. “I didn’t really think about this.”

“Hmm,” said Jake.

“Yeah,” said Amanda. “We might need a studio to help with this.”

“Actually,” said Jake. “I don’t really think either of them would mind that much. Do you?”

## Four

“So you two are … actually okay with this?” said Amanda.

She looked from one of the restored girls to the other.

“Yeah,” said the one with Kelly’s haircut, freckles, and nose, who also had Clara’s tattoos, shoulders, and tan lines.

“This is great,” agreed the other, with Clara’s lips, eyes, and definitely Kelly’s feet.

“It’s not as great as being a bunch of tits,” said the first one of them.

“Oh no way,” agreed the other. “Being tits was the tits.”

Both of them cackled together in almost the same tone of voice.

“Okay well,” said Amanda. “If you two are happy I guess I’m happy, I just feel like I kind of fucked up there.”

“You didn’t do anything that the two of us didn’t want you to,” said the first one reassuringly.

“Don’t console her, we could get something out of this,” admonished the other. Amanda was getting more of the sassy vibes from that one.

“I feel like there’s some logistics to work out here,” said Jake, walking in from the kitchen.

“Yeah logistics,” agreed the sassier girl. “Like who the fuck put Jake back in one piece.”

“I needed help sorting you two into even piles. And besides, he’s not entirely in one piece,” said Amanda. “I kept a bit of him back in the bedroom.”

“Nice,” said the same girl, offering a fist bump.

“I was thinking more like … what are your names?” said Jake. “Which of you is Clara and which is Kelly? Who am I dating and sharing a mortgage with, and who is going to Kelly’s job on Monday?”

The two newly configured girls frowned at one another.

“That’s boring stuff,” said the first one.

“Yeah who cares,” agreed the other.

“At least figure out names,” said Jake.

“Fine,” said the first one. “I’m feeling like I’m … 60% Clara-ish. Sounds right?”

“Eh,” said the other. “Probably close.”

“So,” she continued. “I’ll be … Kara?”

“Great. I’m Elly then.”

“That was easy,” said Kara. She and Elly high fived.

“Okay,” said Jake. “So which of you am I dating?”

They exchanged a look.

“Both of us?” said Elly.

“Yeah,” agreed Kara. “Both.”

“This seems like it will be complicated,” said Jake.

“Actually I don’t think it will be dude,” said Amanda, starting to pick up what the other two were saying.

“You’re just going to trade me back and forth like divorced parents?” said Jake.

“Dude,” said Elly. “You’re modular. We’re obviously just going to split you in half.”

Jake opened his mouth to talk, but just blinked in realization instead.

“Um,” he said. “Oh.”

“Yeah dude,” said Kara. “Thanks for sorting our boobs out though.”

Silently both Kara and Elly made a rock-scissors-paper motion. Elly one.

“Elly gets your legs first,” said Kara.

## Five

A few days had passed. Then Amanda got a text.

It came from Kelly’s phone. She hadn’t updated the contact information for the “new” Kara / Elly combo, in part because she wasn’t sure which of them was exactly which, but she did at least know that whoever had Kelly’s phone number was still in the same house.

`GET HERE ASAP` said the text.

`srlsy` came a follow up immediately after.

So she drove over. Normally she’d walk — it was only half a mile away — but the urgency seemed obvious. If it was important enough to text on a weekday afternoon, it wouldn’t be the kind of thing the old Kelly or Clara would have exaggerated.

When she arrived, both Elly and Kara were in the living room. So was Jake, the two halves of him split between the sofa and the loveseat. Amanda felt a pitter-patter of excitement start to spread up from her hips into her chest. A certain intuition told her she was about to get laid. Or something even better than laid.

“What’s up y’all,” she said, setting down her purse by the door.

“We made a discovery,” said Elly.

“A big one,” seconded Kara.

“Cool,” said Amanda. “What is it?”

“We should just show you,” said Elly. “It’s better that way.”

“Jake,” said Kara. “Get in the thing.”

“Right,” said Jake, his legs standing up and starting to walk over. “Mind helping the rest of me?”

“You can do it dude,” said Kara, shoving his upper body to the end of the couch. “Get on the floor and crawl after your butt there.”

“Yeah, I guess this is the point of this huh,” he said, sliding off the couch and starting to drag his upper body across the floor towards the transformation box.

“I will never get tired of watching him crawl like this,” said Kara. “It’s my favorite thing ever.”

“You could trade back his legs early,” said Elly.

“Correction,” said Kara. “Watching his upper half crawl is my second favorite thing ever after watching his lower half walk around.”

“Truth,” said Elly, with a grin. Then to Amanda, she added, “Did we tell you we removed part of his modular stuff?”

“No,” said Amanda. “I don’t think you did.”

“We switched off the thingy on his waist,” said Kara. “So he has to be in two pieces now.”

“It’s the best idea ever,” said Elly.

“For sure,” agreed Amanda. “Jake you were clearly meant to be cut in half.”

“Obviously,” said Kara.

“Cool, yeah,” said Jake, with a smirk. “I’m glad everyone else is into it at least.”

Jake’s two halves had now made their way to the machine and was starting to get inside it.

“Oh come on you love this,” said Elly. “You’ve doubled your girlfriend count, and now we’re about to do something amazing to you.”

“I do love it,” said Jake. “Are we doing this or what?”

“On it,” said Elly, hopping to her feet and helping shut the door. She hurriedly crammed a cartridge into the console and started it. The rhythmic beeping started its course again.

“So…” said Amanda. “What’s the big story here? Is that just the boob cartridge?”

“Well,” said Elly, “As you are probably aware, we’ve been hard at work ‘researching’ the various transformations here.”

“I’ve been loving the snaps of it,” said Amanda, with a smirk. “Especially the last one of Kara.”

“Okay,” said Kara. “Getting turned into a blow up doll is not something I want to do again.”

“You said you loved the first part.”

“It’s not the getting used-for-sex part that I didn’t like,” said Kara. “It was the part where you deflated me and rolled me up and put me in a box.”

“We had to put our toy away when we were done with her,” countered Elly.

“Yeah but getting deflated kept reminding me of being suffocated and it was also claustrophobic.”

“I still think it was hot,” said Elly.

“Anyway,” said Kara. “We’re getting off topic here.”

“Right,” said Elly. “In our course of research, we discovered—“

“—On the internet—“ injected Kara.

“On the internet,” continued Elly, “That there is a subtle but important switch on the back of the device here.”

“Labeled with the greek letters delta and zeta,” added Kara.

“Yeah if you’re a nerd,” agreed Elly. “Otherwise it’s the loopy one and the squiggly one.”

“Either way,” said Kara. “We’d had the machine in the delta position when we first tried it, but some of the transformations have an alternative ‘zeta’ mode to them.”

“Including—“ Elly snapped her fingers and pointed at the console. “The boobification cartridge.”

“Oh my god,” said Amanda. “You’re turning Jake into boobs?”

“Almost,” said Elly.

“Not really almost,” said Kara. “But you’re on the right track.”

By now the beeping had almost reached the end.

“So if he’s not boobs, then he’s maybe—“

An image was starting to form in Amanda’s mind. One she could feel almost manifesting into reality. She didn’t dare say it out loud for fear it might not be true.

“Wait for it—“ said Elly, holding up her hand.

The final beep sounded. Kara excitedly clapped her hands. Elly tore open the velcro on the front panel.

“Please meet my boyfriend Jake,” said Elly. “As you can see he is a big pile of dicks.”

“Oh my god,” said Amanda, gasping with delight. It was exactly the forbidden image she’d just imagined. “This is perfect.”

Elly scooped up an armload from the pile and came over to the couch. She handed four of them to Amanda, leaving three apiece for Kara and herself.

“This is wonderful,” said Amanda, holding up two of the dicks.

Elly and Kara both started to stroke one of them. Amanda followed their queue, starting a handjob on one of the ones in her lap.

“There’s tissues on the table,” said Elly. “When they become necessary.”

“So,” said Amanda. “Is he the same number of dicks as you two were boobs?”

“Exactly,” said Kara. “Forty eight penises. Penisii? Is that the plural?”

“Split 3 ways that’s 16 a pieces,” said Elly.

“And you called me a nerd,” said Kara.

“Just good at math bruh,” said Elly.

“So we’re just going to jack off 48 dicks,” said Amanda. “Is that the urgent plan here?”

“You can do whatever you want with them,” said Elly. “There’s plenty to go around.”

“We’re just returning the favors Jake did for us really,” said Kara.

“Oh,” said Amanda, with a new realization. “So you two have already done this.”

“Oh yeah,” said Kara.

“It was amazing,” said Elly.

“More amazing than being 48 boobs?”

“Put it this way,” said Elly. “Being a bunch of tits was just as relaxing and sensual and pleasurable as it sounds. But being a bunch of dicks? It’s like the most intense thing imaginable.”

“Think of how horny you’d be if you were just a dick,” said Kara, holding up an element of Jake to illustrate. “And then imagine you’re that plus forty seven more of them.”

“Wow,” said Amanda.

“It really is — oh, this one’s ready!” said Kara, pointing the dick in her hands at Elly. A short burst of cum ejaculated out of it onto her face.

“Ah,” said Elly, at first reacting but then letting it stick. “Watch the couch.”

“The couch is fine,” said Kara. “It was fifty bucks at the thrift store.”

“Amanda, your turn,” said Elly, grinning and pointing the dick she was holding at Amanda’s chest.

Amanda assisted by pulling down her shirt, allowing the dick in Elly’s hands free range over her cleavage.

“Mine was first, I’m the winner,” said Kara.

“What does the winner get,” said Amanda, returning her effort to finishing off the one she’d started.

“Traditionally just shower order,” said Elly with a laugh. “But also maybe they get to go next.”

“Jake always wins the hand jobs though,” said Kara. “Because he’s got a lot of experience there.”

“Fair point,” agreed Elly. Then to Amanda she added, “He’s gotten pretty decent at blowjobs now too.”

“Oh that’s excellent news,” said Amanda, finally sensing her project was nearing completion. She aimed it at Kara who smiled into the oncoming stick stream that splattered her face.

“Here,” said Elly, sticking the next penis into her mouth and holding it there. She unlocked her phone and brought up a picture, before resuming her service.

“Holy shit,” said Amanda. “You got him to go down on himself?”

“At first I said it was just to take the picture,” said Elly. “But then I told him if he finished I’d buy him some nice big fake tits.”

“And he went for that I guess,” said Amanda.

“Oh he’s way into it,” said Kara.

“We are going to bimbo the shit out of him,” said Elly. “We ordered this blond head for him, literally — missing a brain. You can shine a flashlight from one ear out the other.”

“God that sounds amazing,” said Amanda.

“Amazing to watch or amazing to try,” said Kara.

“All of it. This is all amazing,” said Amanda. “Most of all being a bunch of dicks. Like, I wanted to try being boobs this weekend, but now I totally just want to be a bunch of dicks.”

“We could do it right now if you want,” said Elly, pausing her attention to the current dick in her mouth.

“You could be in a pile with Jake here even,” said Kara. “We could mark you with a sharpie or something so you didn’t stay mixed up.”

“First of all,” said Amanda. “I would 1000% love to be a pile of dicks with Jake here, right now.”

Amanda knew already what her decision was going to be. It was a big one to be making, given the kind of changes she’d seen with Elly and Kara.

But she still paused just to regard how complete it felt, without any doubt that it was what she wanted to try.

“But also,” she said, looking up at the two of them. “I don’t want you to label which ones are me and which ones are him. Just be sure to mix us up really thoroughly.”