Super Sucker
Ron blinked a few times at the person on his doorstep.  He hadn't exactly been expecting company this wintry Saturday morning, and was dressed in a ragged old T-shirt and baggy, comfortable track pants.  The person who'd interrupted his morning was short, appeared to be bald under the sleek grey fedora, and was wearing a suit that seemed straight out of the 50's.

"Um, hello?" Ron ventured, uncertainly.

"Greetings.  Can I trouble you for a few minutes of your time?" the sharply-dressed stranger inquired, in almost perfectly unaccented English.

Ron pondered the slight accent he could hear for a moment, unable to place it.  Then he pondered the question.  "I suppose.  Why?"

"I have a business proposition that you might find of interest," the stranger said, eagerly.

Ron looked down at the oversize black case standing beside the stranger.  "You're... a travelling salesman?  Really?"

"Indeed I am, good sir.  My card."  He presented a silvery card with a flourish.  Ron accepted it, and read what little text there was.  It claimed the stranger in front of him was one Mr. Xevozz, of Universal Importers and Exporters.

Ron grinned.  This could prove interesting.  At least it was a change from the usual scruffy university students asking for money for this or that environmental cause.  "Come on in, let's see what you've got."  He stepped back from the door, and gestured to the salesman to enter.  The salesman followed him through the mudroom and into his cluttered living room.  The featureless black case followed behind silently.

The salesman looked around, and pondered for a moment.  "I believe I have the perfect item for your consideration."  He reached into his case, and drew out a small black rectangle, as featureless as the case itself.  It was about the size of a thick paperback book, except a bit longer.  "Could I trouble you for some sort of stick or pole?  A broom handle would be perfect."

Ron nodded, and fetched his seldom-used broom from its spot in the kitchen pantry.  A few quick twists later and he was able to hand the broom's handle over to the salesman.  The little bald-headed man in turn touched the threaded end to the middle of the small black rectangle, where it stuck.  When he then upended the handle and ran the rectangle along the surface of Ron's area carpet, it looked much like an old-style carpet sweeper, and Ron commented as much.

"This is not a simple carpet sweeper, sir!  Note the lack of moving parts.  It sucks the material it encounters into dimensional irrelevance, allowing for almost unlimited time between trips to the dustbin."  The salesman proceeded to run the device in front of Ron's couch, where he usually ate dinner while watching TV.  The crumbs and bits of food simply vanished without a sound.  "As you can see, it is extremely effective at its task."

Ron nodded agreeably.  "It certainly seems so.  Carpet's still a bit stained there, though..."

"I'm glad you pointed that out, sir.  For with a bit of extra pressure the Super Sucker will absorb soiled objects, like so..."  And just like that, a large swath of the carpet where Ron usually rested his feet was just... gone, leaving a rectangular hole that showed the floorboards beneath.

"Hey!  My carpet!"  Ron exclaimed.  He wasn't overly attached to it, but still, to have it torn up like that...

"Never fear.  A quick press to the sides while near the site of the removal releases it back harmlessly."  The salesman suited deed to word, and the missing swatch of carpet flowed back into place.  It was so clean it almost sparkled, and stood in stark contrast to the dirt-ingrained carpet around it.  "Note that it requires a light touch - if you press more firmly on the short ends, the device empties all the dirt it has accumulated.  After a while, that could amount to quite the mess.  I'd suggest emptying it at least once a month over your dustbin."

Ron nodded, by this time quite impressed. "I can see that."  He crouched down, and ran his hand over the newly reformed carpet.  There was no seam between the restored carpet and the old, and a quick tug showed it was firmly attached.

"Careful, sir," the salesman cautioned as Ron's hand moved toward the black rectangle.  "It works quite as well on fingers as it does on carpet.  I've noted that specie...  that is people such as yourself can find that experience unnerving."

Ron stood, and brushed his hands on his pants.  "Fair enough.  But it's safe, in case I accidentally erase my toes while using it?"

"Oh yes sir, very safe.  The dimensional irrelevance interpolates around the affected part and keeps it perfectly intact until restored.  It even cleans quite thoroughly."

"Nice touch.  So... um, how much is it?"

Xevozz grinned broadly, showing his sharp teeth for the first time.  "I am a trader, not a salesman.  Do you have any handcrafted art, perchance?"

Ron followed the salesman's gaze to one of his bookshelves where various oddments were displayed.  "A few things.  Perhaps the best of the lot is this wooden box."  He picked up the item in question, smiling a bit at the memories it evoked.  "The carving on the lid is made from a whale's tooth, and shows a whaling ship mid-hunt.  I like the self-reference."

The strange little man nodded.  "It seems like a fascinating piece.  Will you trade it for the Super Sucker?"

Ron nodded, and handed it over.  "Gladly."

"It has been a pleasure doing business with you.  Good day!"  Ron showed him to the door, and that was that.

Of course, Ron couldn't wait to try out his new purchase, and before long the living room was spotless.  "Nice," he commented to himself.  "I could get used to living in a place this clean."

By the end of the week, his little rented house was clean from top to bottom.  He even used the Super Sucker to tidy up, slurping up various items that he'd left lying about, and deftly depositing them in their rightful places.  Out of curiosity, he tried erasing his couch with it, marvelling at how the erased areas were still cleanly upholstered.  When he stopped part-way, the resulting chaise longue looked like it had been built that way from the start.  When the couch was entirely gone he hefted the Super Sucker - it felt like it hadn't changed weight at all.  This was going to make moving furniture *so* much easier, he thought.

Ron also discovered that a good solid tug on the broom handle would pop it free from the Super Sucker.  He would have assumed it was some kind of magnetic attachment, if the broom handle in question wasn't an old-fashioned wooden one.  He found a nice handle in matte black at a local hardware store, and used that instead of the beat-up old broom handle.


Ron had been seeing someone on an off-and-on basis.  Jen was cute, funny and easy to talk to - completely unlike his ex.  They'd gone on a few dates, and the latest venture to a storyteller's club had gone quite well indeed.  A week ago, he'd have been too embarrassed by the state of his humble abode to consider asking her home, but now he was proud to show it off as he invited her inside.

Jen was impressed, as well - that either Ron was tidy enough to keep his house like this most of the time, or that he'd cared enough to clean this thoroughly in hopes the date would go well.

"Nice digs you have here, Ronnie.  Why haven't you brought me here before?"

Ron shrugged.  "I dunno.  It would have seemed a bit... forward.  Besides, it's nothing much."

"Still, it's a house.  Much better than living in an apartment under your Mom, let me tell you.  C'mon, give me the tour already."

So Ron set her jacket on the back of the couch, and showed her about the place.  Kitchen and laundry room to one side, two smallish bedrooms (one completely empty) on the other, bathroom in the middle.

"Hey, what's the other door here in the bathroom?"  Jen asked, curious.  It didn't lead to a room she'd already seen, she was pretty sure.

"The owners expanded on the old house, adding a decent sized master bedroom.  The doors were a bit of an afterthought - it also opens into the middle bedroom."

"Neat.  Can I see?"

Ron arched an eyebrow.  "And here I thought being forward would be a problem..."

Jen grinned, dimpling her cheeks fetchingly.  "Nope.  Now open up!  The rest of the place is immaculate, I bet all your mess got dumped in there."

Ron laughed as he opened the door and stepped on through.  "I should have taken you up on that."

"I'm glad you didn't," Jen quipped, as she looked about at the substantial bedroom - it was nearly as big as the combined kitchen-dining room.  "Aha!  Closets.  I bet the mess is in here..."

"Hey!" protested Ron, though he didn't move to block her.  The first closet was indeed something of a mess, other than the shirts hanging from the rod at the back.  He'd used the bottom half of it as something of a dumping ground when he'd gone around sucking up oddments lying about the house.

"Hm.  Not bad, considering.  What's in the other one, though?"  Jen tried the other closet's door and was surprised to see... nothing.  "Empty?"

Ron shrugged.  "My ex's closet.  Figured it might come in handy again someday."

Jen stepped into the closet and turned around.  "Roomy.  I think my bathroom's smaller than this."

"They're not *that* big," Ron laughed, "But they are pretty nice."

"So," Jen asked with a grin, "When can I move in?"

Ron just stared at her, mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

"Kidding, kidding.  Well mostly."

Ron chuckled softly.  "You do move fast."

Jen tackled-hugged him onto the bed.  "You bet I do.  I hope you don't mind."

Ron looked up at her and grinned.  "Not a bit."


Things carried on much in that vein over the next few weeks.  And every time Jen came over for a visit and a romp on Ron's king-sized bed, she brought over some more clothes.  Soon her closet was as full as his was.

At first, Ron avoided using the Super Sucker when Jen was around.  That started getting more difficult, and soon he realized that she was actually living at his place full time.  Not that he minded in the slightest, she was sweet and sexy, a joy to have around.  The sex was pretty good, too.

One night after a particularly rough day at work, Jen was lounging in front of the TV watching some sort of cooking reality show.  Ron didn't mind - it tended to inspire her, and her cooking was already leaps and bounds beyond his own.  She was so engrossed in it, that he figured she wouldn't notice a little quiet Super Suckering.

Of course, the area that most needed attention was where they often ate dinner - on the couch, in front of the TV.  Ron cleaned up the rest of the living room first, but couldn't stand leaving that one dirty patch.  "Lift your feet, please."

Obligingly, Jen did.  Then put them back down, request forgotten, just as Ron was cleaning up the carpet with the Super Sucker.  It didn't even slow down.  Ron flinched back once he realized and took away everything below Jen's ankles on the backstroke.  He cringed beside the couch, waiting for a reaction... nothing.  Jen was still fascinated by her show.  If anything, she seemed more relaxed than before.

Ron shook his head, then sat down beside his sweetie.  He wondered how long it would take her to notice.  He'd accidentally erased the part of his right foot in the first week of owning the Super Sucker.  He only noticed at the end of the week when he'd gone to trim his toenails and realized he was short one toe.

Ron found that the show was actually somewhat entertaining.  He was even a bit disappointed when a sympathetic contestant got eliminated at the end.

Then Jen tried to stand up, wobbled, and fell back onto the couch.  She peered at the bottoms of her legs, curiously.  "Um... sweetie?  What happened to my feet?"

Ron carefully replied, "They're temporarily erased."

"Ah.  Why?"

"It was an accident - you put your feet down while I was erasing the dirt on the floor."

"Oh.  I sort of remember that.  Can I have my feet back, now?" Jen asked plaintively.

Ron put the Super Sucker next to her feet, and pressed the narrow sides just so.  Jen winced as her feet reappeared.  "Did that hurt?" Ron asked, worriedly.

"No.  But my feet are really sore after today.  Don't put that away just yet."  Jen got up, and headed off to the bathroom.  When she returned, she put her feet in Ron's lap.

"OK, get rid of 'em again."

Ron just stared at her with a puzzled look on his face.

"C'mon, my feet hurt.  They didn't when you erased them."

"Oh.  Okay."  Ron swiftly ran the Super Sucker over Jen's feet, leaving behind flat planes of skin just below her ankles.

"Ahh, that's much better," Jen purred.  She looked over her abbreviated legs curiously.  "Still... they look wrong, so flat like that.  Could you, I don't know, sort of round them off a bit?"

Ron shrugged.  "I guess.  In for a penny, in for a pound?"

"Something like that.  Might as well make it look good."

So Ron carefully smoothed and rounded the end of her right leg.  As he worked, he got more confident with it - though the long broom-handle made it a bit of a clumsy tool.  After a bit, he popped the handle off and just stuck the Super Sucker to his hand.  The work proceeded more quickly after that.

Still, by the time Jen was satisfied with his efforts in rounding her leg off, Ron had erased all the way up to her knee.

"Perfect," Jen announced.  "Now make the other one match."

Ron grinned.  "And get the length right, kind of like trimming table legs... back and forth until we're up to your hips?"

"If that's what it takes."  Jen smiled back.

Ron shook his head, and started in on Jen's left leg.  A few swipes later it was almost as short as its mate... and Ron's left hand was gone.  "Oh bother."

"What?"  Jen looked up from her diminished legs, to see him waving his left stump in her face.  "Oh.  Oops."

"Yeah.  Could you give me a hand?"  Ron held the Super Sucker near his left stump, leaning over a bit so Jen could reach it.

Jen just started giggling and pointing.

"Oh ha-ha.  Very funny."  But Ron started laughing, too.

Once they calmed down, Ron instructed Jen in how to use the Super Sucker to restore things.  "Now just press the narrow sides gently, and my hand will come back."

"Not my foot?  That'd look silly on your wrist."  Jen was still chortling a little.

"No, it restores whatever it's near.  As long as we keep it about a foot away from your legs, it'll just do my hand."

"OK."  Jen pressed, and Ron's hand flowed back into place, from wrist to fingers.  Then she pushed a bit harder, curious... and all the dirt from the living room floor pattered onto her skirt.  "Oops."

"It's OK.  I can just suck it up again.  If I'm careful, it won't pick up your skirt."

"Let me try!" Jen requested, eagerly.

Ron shrugged, and tugged his hand free from the back side.  "Sure.  Just put your hand near the middle, and it'll sort of cling.  Then just sweep it with a light touch, or you'll erase bits of your skirt."

Jen very carefully swept up all the dust and crumbs.  Then very deliberately created a peek-a-boo hole in her skirt that let Ron see her panties.  "Oopsie."

Ron laughed. "Scamp.  Sexy scamp."

Jen turned the Super Sucker over, and looked into the absorbing side.  "Where does all this stuff go, anyway?  This thing is way lighter than my legs."

"No idea.  Just 'away'.  Comes back nice and clean, though - all the dirt gets handled separately as you saw."

"It's also rather smaller than my legs.  How much can it hold?"

"At least a couch."  Ron patted the one they were sitting on. "I sucked up this whole thing one day to test.  Couldn't feel any weight from it then, either."

Jen looked at the small obsidian rectangle in wonder.  "Amazing.  So it would hold a whole person?"

"I expect so... why?"

Jen shrugged, and pulled the Super Sucker off.  She handed it very carefully back to Ron.  "Just curious.  Well, and by the time this next week is over, I might want to just disappear for a bit.  Could be relaxing."

"What's so bad about this week?" Ron asked, curiously.

"Valentine's Day is Saturday.  Everyone in the store is working full shifts every day, one of the down sides to working in a jewelry store.  On the plus side, the commissions are great.  And since the rest of the month is pretty much dead, everyone gets lots of time off after."

"Ouch.  Wait, you're working all day Valentine's Day too?"

Jen nodded.  "Sorry.  Luckily the mall closes at 6pm, so we can still have dinner.  Of course, I'll be pretty much a zombie by then."

"Well, we can do our own Valentine's Day celebration on Sunday."

Jen smiled happily at her sweetie. "It's a date.  Now carry me off to the bedroom."

Ron raised one eyebrow, then grinned.  "As you wish."  He scooped her up with a bit of effort, and tottered his way to the bedroom.  "You're lighter without half your legs."

Jen kissed his cheek.  "I'd be even lighter without all of 'em."

Ron laughed, and set her down on the bed.  "You really seem to like this."

Jen grinned.  "It's such a relief not to feel my feet.  But without them, legs are pretty useless.  So who needs 'em?  Please?"  She batted her eyelashes at Ron cutely.

"Bah.  You'd want me to spend another half hour rounding them off.  It's late, and I have to get up early.  Can we try that tomorrow night, instead?"

"I guess," Jen sighed.

"What?"

"It's just... I have late shifts all week.  I'm barely going to see you, and I'll be exhausted when I get home."

Ron shimmied out of his pants.  "So you're saying we should make the best of what we have right here and now?"

Jen grinned brightly up at him, then leaned back on the bed, waggling her abbreviated legs at him.  "Can you get my skirt?"

For all Jen claimed that half-legs were useless, she found some creative uses for them in the sweaty half-hour that followed.

* * *

In the morning, Ron kissed Jen to wake her.  "I had a lovely time last night sweetie, but I've got to get to work now.  Do you want a hand with your legs?"

Jen murmured something that sounded like assent, so Ron used the Super Sucker to put her legs back to normal.  (He'd made sure to dump out all the dirt earlier, to avoid getting crumbs in the bed by accident.)  Jen winced, and sat up.

"Are you OK?" Ron asked, concernedly.

"I was getting used to my feet not hurting, that's all."  Jen sighed, and stretched, then clambered out of bed.

Ron leered playfully at the view of his naked sweetie.  "Did the night's rest help?"

Jen snuggled up against Ron, and kissed him on the cheek.  "Yes.  Loads, they're much better than last night.  Just a little twingy.  I'll live.  Now go, or you'll be late for work."  She swatted him playfully on the rump, and admired the view as he left the bedroom.

* * *

The week passed very slowly for both of them.  Ron tried visiting the store where Jen worked on the way home from work one night.  Everyone was so busy Jen barely had time to give him a quick kiss before going on to the next customer.  And every night when Jen came home she pretty much collapsed.

Ron spent his spare time cleaning with the Super Sucker, making sure to empty it properly before Jen got home and requested its services.  She spent every night footless, claiming it helped her sleep.  They discovered that getting a curvy erase was actually quite easy - if Ron erased a bit more than was necessary, then restored only a little bit of Jen's leg, it produced a pleasingly rounded end.

One day on the way home, Ron stopped in at a hardware store, and hunted for the perfect handle.  The long pole was quite inconvenient when using the Super Sucker to sculpt his girlfriend, and having it stuck to your hand caused problems as well.  Once Ron had hugged Jen while his hand was still occupied, and accidentally erased enough of her shoulder that her arm fell off.  Ron had freaked out a little but Jen had laughed like mad.

The handle Ron eventually settled on belonged to a sort of trowel-thing he couldn't readily identify the purpose of.  It was black and had a short curved handle rising from a flat base.  It stuck to the Super Sucker nicely, and made it easy to handle for intimate work.

Friday night Jen came home nursing a bruised head.  She'd been startled while she had her head in a jewelry case, and had bonked it pretty hard.  Between that, the aches and pains of standing around all week, and simple exhaustion, she cried in Ron's arms for a time, then curled up on the couch miserably.

Ron erased her feet and lower legs without even bothering to get her socks and shoes off first.  While he was dumping the erased clothing beside the coffee table, Jen asked plaintively, "Can you do my head, too?"

Ron stared at her, shocked.  "But you...  I'm not...  You wouldn't be able to breathe."

Jen gave him her best pleading miserable-puppy-eyes.  "Just try it.  If I turn blue, put it back."

Ron sighed, and nodded.  "OK, OK.  But hold my hand, and give it three quick squeezes if you're having trouble."

Jen nodded, then winced as the motion made her head ache worse.  "I will."

Ron worked the Super Sucker back and forth over Jen's head, two broad swipes erasing from the crown of her head to just above her lips.  He leaned in, gave her a quick kiss, then erased the rest down level with her shoulders.  It was almost a reflex by now to finish it off artistically, so he pulled his left hand free of Jen's to squeeze the Super Sucker and flow her neck stump into a perfect little dome.

Ron nodded in satisfaction at a job well done, then looked down at Jen's hand.  He quickly grabbed it again, and gave it a quick squeeze.  Jen's hand pulled free, and slowly explored its way up his arm then cupped his cheek.  Ron watched Jen's chest carefully - it was rising and falling as if it was breathing, and the hand on his cheek was warm.  He was still concerned, and figured that a minute was long enough - he restored Jen's head.

Jen whimpered softly when her head was fully restored.  "Ow, why'd you bring me back?  It hurts!"

"I wanted to be sure you were OK."

"I was better when I didn't have this headache.  Please, sweetie?  I need to sleep tonight, and I won't be able to like this."

"You're sure?"  Ron asked, uncertain.

"Yes!  Erase my head.  Please!"  Jen did her best to fill her voice and expression with pain.

Soon Ron was wondering just what to do with a headless girlfriend.  Jen's body had ideas of its own, and started trying to undress him.  At first Ron just thought that was her way of saying 'time for bed'.  But when it started trying to give him a hand-job, he pushed it away.

"That's... not right."  Ron shook his head, and restored Jen's head once more.

"Oh, for the love of... *Now* what?"

"Your body...  It got kind of frisky."

Jen got a distant look on her face, then giggled.  "Oh.  I guess it's not as tired as I am."

"Wait, you weren't in control?"

Jen shook her head then winced again.  "No.  With my head gone I can perceive everything, but I'm not actually thinking."

"What?"

Jen clutched her head in her hands.  "Worry about it tomorrow.  Just erase what you have to so I can sleep."

Ron shrugged, and erased her head and hands at the same time.  Then carried on down her forearms.  What was left of her body started trying to hump his leg, until he used a corner of the Super Sucker to erase her sex.  Then he put his abbreviated lover to bed, shaking his head.  He hoped nothing happened in the night, as trying to explain his bed companion would be... difficult.

* * *

Saturday morning Ron woke to an insistent alarm, Jen's.  He nudged her to get her to deal with it, and recoiled when he found half of Jen's arm was missing.  After hyperventilating briefly, he remembered the events of the night before, and fetched the Super Sucker to restore his girlfriend.  After fumbling her alarm clock off.

Jen was quite disappointed in him.  "Why didn't you play with me last night?  My body wanted it. Erasing its pussy was a dirty trick."

Ron stared at her, gape-mouthed.  "But... without your mind, there's no consent.  It would be wrong."

Jen sighed exasperatedly, then went to have her shower and start her day.  She had to be at the store before it opened.

Ron was awake and scruffily dressed in time to give her a ride to work.  That way she wouldn't have to walk halfway across the parking lot.  He could tell she wasn't entirely happy, though whether it was last night or just the prospect of another frantic day he wasn't sure.

Still, he needed to do something grand and romantic for her on today of all days.  He called the store after it opened, and managed to find out when Jen was supposed to have her lunch break.
He packed a nice picnic lunch, and headed to the mall with plenty of spare time.  Once there, he bought some chocolates, a tablecloth, and a rose in a bud vase.  With everything tucked safely into a large shopping bag, he waited on a bench by the jewelry store's entrance.

Jen was a bit surprised when her manager pointed her out the door at lunchtime, rather than toward the break-room.  She smiled when she saw Ron was waiting for her, and returned his warm hug.

Ron walked her to the food court, then suggested she find something to drink.  "I've got the rest of lunch right here," he said, hefting the shopping bag.

When Jen returned with her drink, she was surprised to see Ron was sitting at a fully set table - tablecloth, utensils, glasses, even a flower in a vase.  She laughed, and gave him the best hug ever, accompanied by a resounding kiss.  There was some muted cheering from the nearby tables, and Ron blushed a bit.

Jen and Ron had a lovely lunch together, spoiled only by the fact that Jen had to get back to work when her lunch break ended.  Ron promised to return for her at closing time, with "something for her feet."

Jen grinned all the way back to work.

Finally, finally the day was over, and the last desperate husband shooed out of the store.  Jen wasn't surprised to see Ron waiting for her on the same bench as before.  She tottered achingly over to him, and leaned on him heavily all the way to the car.

Once in her seat, she laughed.  There, on the floor, was the Super Sucker.  All she had to do was rest her feet just so, and...  "Aaaaah.  So much better."

Ron chuckled as he started the car.  "I thought you'd like that.  Hey, what are you doing?"  He watched in surprise as his girlfriend wriggled herself further and further forward on her seat, erasing more and more of her legs with each movement.

"My legs are sore," Jen commented matter-of-factly.  Then ruined the impression by yelping as her rump slipped off the edge of the chair, abruptly driving the remainder of her legs into oblivion.

Ron turned the car off again.  "Are you OK?"

Jen purred happily as she kept wriggling, and kept sinking lower and lower in front of her seat.  "Oh, so much better.  Every bit of me aches."  Before long, her breasts were resting on the floor.

Ron stared at his diminishing girlfriend.  "Um, I'm not sure you can buckle in safely like that."

Jen looked down at herself.  "You're right.  Let's see what I can do about that."  She wriggled some more, pushed up on the dash with her arms to get some leverage, and sunk even further.  Her breasts popped off, followed by her arms.  Her head fell onto the Super Sucker, and started to sink.  "Can you do my arms, please?"

Ron blinked.  "Your... arms?"  He waited for an answer, but soon realized that without a mouth there wouldn't be any.  She winked at him, then one arm pressed down on her head and it was gone.  Ron shook his head in disbelief.  The arms seemed to be doing a good job of erasing themselves all on their own, and didn't need much help.  He pushed in the shoulders, and that was that.  All that was left of his girlfriend was a pair of breasts resting on the remaining scraps of a blouse and bra.  He scooped them up and cupped them in his lap, then drove home very carefully.

Ron stared at the pair of breasts on his bed.  He had no idea what Jen wanted him to do with them.  Tentatively, he stroked one with a fingertip.  Its nipple stiffened, which made him grin.  He always loved doing that, cupping and stroking her breasts until her nipples popped up.  He gently teased both nipples to attention.  He was glad Jen had left him these, her breasts were his favourite part of her body.

Ron watched as the crinkly nipples slowly smoothed out again.  He leaned in, and gave one a tentative lick.  It crinkled again, and he grinned then suckled on it gently.  Then of course, the other one needed attention, or it would get lonely.  After working back and forth a few times, Ron shifted his hips uncomfortably.  He gotten rather aroused, and his pants were getting a bit uncomfortable, so he unzipped them and freed little Ronnie.  He grinned as Jen's usual nickname for it echoed through his head.

Ron looked at his erection, looked over at Jen's breasts... there was this one thing she'd done a few times, and it's not like there was much else she could do for him.  He wondered for a moment if she'd mind... then realized she'd probably egg him on if she could.  So he gently squeezed her breasts around little Ronnie, and then started pumping them up and down.

It felt pretty good, but there was just something missing.  Ron tried to make it work, but then the creepiness of what he was doing got to him, and little Ronnie deflated.

Ron put the breasts back on the bed, and used the Super Sucker to restore Jen.  Chest first, then belly... Ron realized he had her upside down.  He flipped the torso over, and restored Jen's shoulders, then her head.

Jen mock-pouted at him.  "Aww, why'd you stop?"  Her eyes were crinkled with amusement, though.

"It started to feel weird."  Ron shrugged.  "Plus, it's more fun when you do it."

"Ah.  So what do you want to do now?"

"Hm.  If I had a piano, I could set you on it for inspiration."

Jen laughed.  "Like Schroeder's bust of Beethoven?  Cute.  Slight problem - no piano.  Do you even play?"

"Badly.  How about we drop the piano and just have dinner?  I could order in some pizza."

Jen's stomach rumbled.  "Sounds good to me.  Lunch was a long time ago."

Ron moved to restore Jen's arms, but she protested.  "Wait, can't I just stay like this?"

Ron stared at her, puzzled.  "What, just a bust?"

Jen nodded.  "Set me up on the kitchen table instead of the piano."

"And feed you bites of pizza?"  Ron chuckled.  "That actually sounds oddly romantic.  OK."

While they waited for their food to arrive, Jen persuaded Ron to carry her into the living room so they could watch some TV.  Ron made a point of closing the curtains before doing so, he didn't even want to think about what the neighbours would ask.  Jen was quite easy to carry in her reduced form, and was quite happy to cuddle with Ron on the couch for a while.

Ron found having his girlfriend in his lap was very distracting, especially when she wriggled, which was often.  But it was so cute to sit there resting his chin on her head, his arms crossed over her shoulders.  After a while, his hands drifted a bit further down.  Jen didn't complain.

When the pizza arrived, Ron tossed a blanket over Jen before answering the door.  Once the pizza guy was gone, Jen complained about being lost in the couch like some loose change.  Ron laughed, as did Jen.  Jen wondered aloud about getting a Jen-shaped pillow cover made.

Dinner was a lot of fun.  Ron didn't make any great effort to keep Jen neat and tidy, and instead licked off any bits of cheese or sauce that fell on her breasts.  Jen squirmed a little each time he did that, but didn't object.  Her nipples hardened every time Ron did it.  Once they were both finished, he smeared a little sauce on each nipple, then licked it off.

Jen grinned up at him.  "Getting used to me being this way?"  She leered in the direction of the bulge in his pants.  "And perhaps a bit turned on by it?"

Ron leaned in again to kiss her, then nodded.  "Yes.  You make a very sexy table-decoration, you know."

"I'd also make a sexy bed-toy."

Ron scooped her up with a laugh.  "I suspect you will at that."  As he carried her to the bedroom, he asked, "Is that what you think of yourself like this?  A toy?"

Jen pondered that while he arranged her artfully on the pillows.  "Not now.  When I'm headless, though... yeah.  I'm pretty much just about sex.  But right now... I'm your girlfriend who wants to finish that boob-job you started."

Ron finished undressing, and climbed onto the bed.  "Just like this?"

"Come on, you know you want to.  I want you to.  Let loose, have fun, try your new, improved girlfriend on for size."

"Improved?"

"She's offering a no strings attached boob-job."

"When you put it that way..."

With Jen egging him on all the way, Ron had quite a bit more fun this time around...  She still had to take matters into her own hands (well, mouth) to finish him off.

As they were cuddling in the afterglow, Ron commented, "That was... insane."

Jen laughed.  "Insanely good?"

Ron kissed her forehead.  "That too.  It's just weird that you like being like this."

Jen shrugged, one of the few motions her abbreviated body could make.  "It feels kind of natural, actually.  I don't feel diminished, just... smaller.  And helpless."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

Jen wriggled around a bit, and nuzzled Ron's chest.  "Not with you here to care for me."

Ron murmured happily, "It's kind of weird, but I really enjoy doing things for you like this."  He yawned hugely.  "Oh, sorry.  It's late.  If you want any limbs back before I sleep, ask now or forever hold your peace."

Jen wriggled closer to Ron.  "I'm good.  Sweet dreams."

Ron wrapped an arm around her, and pulled the covers over both of them. "You too."

* * *

In the morning, Ron woke up slowly enough to adjust to the small, warm presence cuddled against him without panic.  He left Jen in the bed's warmth, and went to get washed up then make breakfast.

"Breakfast in bed," Ron called out as he entered the bedroom.

Jen wormed her way out of the covers, and grinned at him.  "Ooo, thanks!"

Ron set a tray down beside her, and begun feeding her bites of toast with jam.  "I know it's not fancy, but..."

Jen swallowed, then nodded. "I'm going to have to teach you to cook, I guess."

Ron hmfed softly.  "I can cook.  A few things, anyway."

"I'd get tired of rice and pasta sauce pretty quick."  Jen teased.

"I can do more than that.  Well, a little more.  Wait, how long are you planning to stay like this?"

Jen swallowed another bite.  "Not very long."

"Ah, good, I was..."

"I want you to erase more of me."

"What?" Ron yelped.

"Please?  I'm having a grand time with this, but it's not quite...  I want more."

"But there's almost nothing left.  And you were just a pair of boo... er breasts, earlier."

Jen giggled.  "You can call them boobs.  I do.  But yeah, I want to go further than that, too.  Just start erasing, I'll tell you when to stop."

Ron shrugged.  For all it was very odd looking, it was actually kind of fun to erase such a willing subject.  He started with her shoulders, then worked down her back.  Before long, all that was left was her head and a pair of breasts.  Ron put the Super Sucker down, and scooped the breasts up to give them a fondle.

"Mmmm, I like that," Jen cooed.  "But you're not done yet.  Smaller!"

Ron shrugged, and pressed each breast in turn against the Super Sucker.  The globes got smaller and smaller each time, but still Jen egged him on.  "Smaller!"

When there was only a pair of nipples left, on cherry-sized nubs, Ron stopped.  "But I *like* your nipples."

Jen peered at them critically, then moaned softly as Ron gave one a lick.  "Oooh.  OK, you can keep them.  Now do the rest."

"The rest?  But all that's left of you is these and your head..."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Ron rolled one of the nipples between his fingers, and Jen moaned softly.  "Do it."

Three swift swipes later, Jen's head was gone, along with part of the pillow.  Ron stared down at the nipples nestled in the palm of his hand.  This was all that was left of his girlfriend.  He grinned.  "She wanted to be reduced...  I wonder how she likes it."  He licked one nipple, and it went hard as rock.  Apparently she liked it quite a bit...

Ron teased and played with the disembodied nipples for some time.  He could tell they loved it, both spent the entire time hard as diamonds.  He even sucked them into his mouth, and swirled them around with his tongue for a while.

It was... slightly anticlimactic, Ron figured.  While it was fun to tease Jen's nipples, there really wasn't much she could do in response.  He sighed.  "Time to end it, I suppose."

He held one nipple above the upturned Super Sucker, and let it fall.  It vanished without a sound.
Ron kissed the other gently.  "I hope you enjoy this..."  It fell, and Jen was gone.

Ron puttered about for a while, tidying up in the bedroom, showering, shaving.  Eventually it was time for lunch, and Ron decided he didn't want to eat alone.  Jen flowed back into existence, first one nipple, then a breast.  Ron stopped briefly, gave the breast a quick squeeze and kiss, then restored the rest of Jen's chest.  Her head emerged, and she was looking a bit dazed so he took the chance to restore her arms while she was getting her bearings.

"Stop!"  Jen called.

"But I...  Look, I want a girlfriend, not just a bit of statuary."

Jen sighed softly, and nodded.  "You're right.  It was fun, though."  She opened her arms wide, offering a hug that Ron happily accepted.

"It was?  What was it like?"

"It was...  Gah, I was just nipples.  That was my world, my everything.  And it felt *so* good when you played with me.  Then it just... stopped."

"Sorry.  You did want to be erased."

Jen nodded.  "Yup.  It's kind of disappointing, though.  I didn't exist.  I sort of vaguely can tell that it was a couple of hours, but... I might as well have been asleep."

Ron kissed her on the cheek, then sat back and picked up the Super Sucker again, preparing to restore more of his girlfriend. "So there's a point that is too far?"

"Yeah.  Huh.  Never thought I'd say that."

Ron chuckled.  "We all learn as we go along."  He started restoring Jen's lower body, her hips billowing out under the influence of the Super Sucker.  "For example, I just now realized that I'm quite fond of your hips and ass, after having missed them for so long."

Jen shoved at him playfully.  "Stop there.  My legs are probably still sore as heck from the past week.  And it was only a day that I didn't have a bum.  Not even a day, really.  You really missed it?"

Ron put the Super Sucker down, and leaned in to kiss her.  "I did.  It's a very fine ass."

Lunch was rather late that day.

Ron tried to persuade Jen to grow her legs back to cook for them.  She suggested that instead he detach his legs, and let her use them.  Ron didn't go for that, or even think it would work very well.  Instead, Jen perched on a kitchen chair, precariously balanced on the aforementioned fine ass, and supervised Ron's attempts at non-bachelor cookery.

After an entirely adequate lunch, they just sat and talked.  Jen had a dozen stories to tell about insane customers, and Ron was quite happy to listen.

Later, Ron ordered in some food from Jen's favourite Italian restaurant, and they had a quiet dinner together.  Ron even helped Jen dress up, and he wore his best suit.

After dinner, Ron presented Jen a box of chocolates and a card.  "Happy Day After Valentine's Day, love."

"Awww.  That's sweet.  I'm sorry, I was too busy to get you anything."  Then Jen's eyes lit up and she bounced up and down in her chair.  "I know!  I'll make me a valentine."

Ron's brow furrowed.  "Shouldn't that be make me a valentine?"

Jen waggled her eyebrows at him.  "No, my way's better.  Could you be so kind as to carry me off to bed, then give me, say... five minutes alone with the Super Sucker?"

Ron laughed as he scooped her up.  "I don't know what you have planned... but I'm intrigued.  Sure."

Ron waited by the bedroom door patiently.  Eventually Jen called him in, and there she was on display on the bed.  Gloriously naked, and even further reduced.  Her hips and much of her stomach were gone - her body tapered from her luscious breasts down to a point.  Her shoulders and arms were gone as well, her body curving over the tops of her breasts as if highlighting them.

Ron stared for a moment then grinned.  "You turned yourself into a heart for me?"

Jen nodded, her spindly neck emphasizing the gesture.  "Happy Day After Valentine's Day, sweetie."

"That's the sweetest, kinkiest thing anyone has ever done for me."

Jen grinned.  "You like it?"

Ron nodded enthusiastically. "I love what it does for your breasts."  He stroked a hand from Jen's breast, down her smoothly tapering side to her pussy, which formed the base of the heart.

Jen trembled with pleasure.  "Could... could you touch up the tops?  I couldn't round them off properly."

Ron picked up the Super Sucker.  "Sure."  In moments he'd turned the rough planes above Jen's breasts into smoothly curved flesh that blended into them.  "Wow.   Your breasts look enormous like this.  I love it!"

"Cool.  There's just one flaw left - this ugly stem in the middle."

Ron sighed, visibly deflating.  "Your head."

Jen nodded, eyes bright.  "I want to be your perfect Valentine, and your perfect sex-toy."

Ron licked his lips at that last, unsure.  "But you... like that, you can't consent.  It still seems wrong."

Jen shushed him.  "Listen to me.  I want you right now.  My body will want you when my head's gone.  We both give you permission to do whatever you want to us far as long as you like."

"As long as I like?" Ron asked, increduously.

Jen grinned lasciviously.  "I'm off for the rest of the month.  I'm giving myself to you as your sex-toy for as much of that time as you want."

Ron's eyebrows climbed into his hairline.  "Oh, wow.  But... why?"

Jen bit her lip, then said softly, "Don't get me wrong.  You're a sensitive, tender lover, and you've made me feel amazing.  But sometimes a girl wants - needs - wild abandon.  I don't know if you can do that to me as a person, but as an object... are you up for it?"

Ron's eyes were wide as saucers, but he nodded.  "If that's what you really want."  He picked up the Super Sucker, and approached his lover.

Jen smiled with relief and anticipation.  "Oh hell yes.  Do it!"  The Super Sucker plunged over her head.  Ron took a few moments to turn Jen into a perfect heart, then stripped and climbed into bed with her.  No... with it, he reminded himself.  With the toy he was going to screw senseless.  Ron laughed - she … it was senseless already, save for touch.

Ron cupped the love-hearts' breasts and gave them a firm squeeze.  Their nipples turned to rock hard points in his palms, dispelling his last doubts.  He positioned his cock at the heart's base, and the pussy there practically sucked him inside in its eagerness.

Ron gave the love-heart everything he had, thrusting away with abandon.  Between his eagerness and Jen's... er, the love-heart's amazing flexibility down there, he didn't last long at all.

Panting, he cuddled up next to the heart.  His first instinct was to apologize, but the heart snuggled against him so contentedly that he knew it simply wasn't an issue.  They lay together for a time, until the heart once again illustrated just how flexible its lower half was.  The base of the heart stroked against Ron's shaft, teasing him erect once again before plunging onto him.

This time, Ron let the heart do its thing, lying on his back and letting it take control.  He did get a solid grip on the breasts, and that seemed to give the heart the leverage it needed to … well, let's just say that heart and lover had a long and tiring evening.

Eventually, Ron was exhausted past the point that even the heart could get a rise out of him, and the heart cuddled up beside him to sleep.

Ron called in sick the next day.  And wondered if his boss would let him have the rest of the week off...

By Monday night, Ron was utterly exhausted.  He'd barely manged to make it out of bed to eat, the heart was just so... eager.  Going in to work on Tuesday seemed like a good idea - he needed the break!

In the morning, he kissed the heart tenderly, disentangled himself, and left the bedroom to shower, have breakfast, and get ready for work.  He popped back in only briefly, his will steeled so as not to be distracted.  But the heart seemed perfectly happy to accept a kiss and hug, and curled up in bed as he left.

When Ron returned in the evening, the heart was still in bed.  As far as he could tell, it hadn't even moved, but as soon as he entered the room it sprang to attention, cavorting in the bed with excitement.  He couldn't deny such enthusiasm, and had wild, passionate sex with his love-heart several times before even thinking about dinner.  And as soon as he was done, the heart accepted him back in bed with just as much enthusiasm.   He was drained and asleep hours before his usual bedtime, the heart snuggled against his warmth.

This pattern continued through the week.  Ron found that the vigor of his workouts was slowly improving his endurance - both cardiac, and ejaculatory.  The sex was the most incredible he'd ever had, and it just went on and on...  The only reason they both weren't chafed and raw was that Ron had bought a bulk bottle of top-quality lube on Monday... and it was running low.

Saturday morning, Ron rose bright and early.  He decided that he wanted to do something other than make love for the entire day.  He wanted his girlfriend back, and hoped she wouldn't object.

The heart twined in confusion as it felt itself growing, its neck lengthening and budding out to become a head.  Jen took a shuddering breath, and opened her eyes for the first time in a week.  The look she gave Ron was indescribable, filled with love and lust in equal measure.

"Hey, love."  Ron called to her softly.  "Are you OK?"

Jen licked her lips, and tested her voice briefly.  "I... Hm.  Is that me?  Hi, master.  Thanks for restoring me."

Ron looked down at Jen's still heart-shaped torso.  "I'm not your master.  And your body is somewhat bigger and more... leggy than this."

Jen looked her body over carefully.  "It looks perfect to me.  Well, except for the gangly neck and all."

Ron shook his head.  "Maybe this will jog your memory."  He started restoring Jen's arms, then worked his way quickly down her body.  Jen stared in wonder as her body came back.  Once every finger and toe was accounted for, Ron asked, "Does this ring a bell?"

Jen nodded, slowly.  "Wow.  Yeah.  But a minute ago, I couldn't have told you what my body really looked like.  It just... wasn't part of my reality.  I would have been perfectly happy to carry on being your heart-shaped sex-toy forever."  Her brow furrowed briefly.  "How long was it?  My memories don't really... but part of me says about a week."

Ron nodded.  "Pretty much.  Today's Saturday.  You spent most of six days as my love-heart."

Jen smiled at Ron's name for it.  "That's how you thought of me?"

Ron nodded.  "I never forgot you, but... well, that's what you were.  It was amazing."

Jen's smile widened.  "That it was.  Thank you."

"Thank the Super Sucker.  And your sexy, insane imagination."

Jen stroked the Super Sucker gently, brushing her fingertips lightly enough across the working surface that they didn't vanish.  "This...  Is it bad that I just want to dive back into it and be your sex-toy for the next week too?"

Ron laughed.  "Let's give it a rest, see how you feel after a couple days as a human."

Jen looked at it wistfully, then nodded.  "OK.  For a couple days.  I make no promises about when you go back to work next week."

Ron laughed.  "Fair enough."

"Besides.  It's your turn to be the toy."

Ron blinked, and digested that slowly.  "You know what?  You're on.  It's the least I could do, and it'll probably be fun."

"Cool."  Jen's stomach grumbled.  "But first, what's for breakfast?  I'm starving."

Ron laughed, and they left the bedroom arm in arm.