Super Sucker 2
“Hey sweetie, I’m home!”  Ron called as he entered his house.  Jen had moved in just over a month prior, and he still hadn’t tired of saying that.

Ron looked about.  He knew she wasn’t scheduled to work today, so he’d expected her to be home.  He called out again, and there was still no answer.  Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed a patch of red.  Looking closer, it was a piece of Jen’s lingerie.

Ron tossed his jacket onto the back of the couch then walked over to the living room door.  Lying there was part of a shiny red slip.  It looked like the sides had been somehow erased.  With the Super Sucker around, that was far from unlikely.

Ron looked up, in the doorway to the bathroom saw part of a stocking.  Following that clue revealed another partial stocking, by the door to the bedroom.  Ron smiled, guessing where this was going.

He was mostly right.  Instead of finding his girlfriend naked in his bed, he found half of his girlfriend naked in his bed.  For most people, this would be a disturbing sight.  However, it was one Ron had gotten used to - Jen loved to erase parts of herself with the Super Sucker.  Restoring missing parts was easy enough, and Jen claimed that they always felt better after some time erased.

Ron stripped as he appraised the vision of beauty on his bed.  Lying there was Jen’s torso, completely naked.  Her legs had been erased, and much of her hips, leaving her lower body tapering to a rounded tip containing all the best bits.  Looking further up, Ron could see why Jen hadn’t answered his call - no head.  He grinned even wider.  Jen’s body was even more keen on sex when she was headless.  And, really, what red-blooded male would pass up an offer such as this?  Certainly not Ron.

A sweaty hour later, Ron rolled away from his girlfriend, utterly spent.  Jen snuggled up next to him, wrapping him in her arms.  Once he’d had a bit of time to recover, Ron looked about the room.  The Super Sucker couldn’t be too far away, could it?

Ron found it under the pillow on Jen’s side of the bed, mostly by accident.  He leaned on her pillow while he looked over the side, and his hand pushed the pillow down and into it.  He felt the change of balance, and saw the pillow with a square missing in the middle, and the Super Sucker underneath it.

He only noticed that his hand was missing when he went to restore Jen.

Once everyone was whole again, Jen gave Ron a proper welcome-home kiss, one that nearly led to another go-round.  Until Ron’s stomach rumbled with hunger, anyway.

“Takeout?”  Ron asked.  

Jen nodded happily.  “Sorry, I couldn’t exactly cook with no head.”

While they were waiting for the food to arrive, Ron made the mistake of asking what the special occasion was.

Jen pouted at him.  “It’s the first month anniversary of the night you first erased my feet.”

Ron blinked.  “Really.  Wow.  It feels like it has been a lot longer.  Happy Erase-aversary.”

Jen giggled.  “Can I be a bust again?  And get you to feed me bites?”

“Well, to be true to form, we should just erase your legs.  Next month, I’ll turn you into just a head for our Erase-aversary.”

“Deal.”

So that was how they ate dinner.  Jen perched on her chair, while Ron waited on her.

Afterward, they cuddled on the couch - Jen was still legless, of course.

“I have some slightly disappointing news, sweetie.”

Jen sighed softly.  “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go visit one of our clients.  Something’s gone screwy with one of their machines, and I’m being sent to go fix it.”

“Oh.  So how is that disappointing?”

“It’s more than a day’s drive away.  Well, I figure I can make it in about 11 hours, if I don’t stop long for lunch or dinner.”

“Ouch.  Why not fly?”

Ron laughed.  “My company’s being cheap, mostly.  Costs way less this way than to get a last-minute flight with an open return date.”

“Open return... how long are you going to be there?”

“That’s the disappointing part.  I don’t know.  However long as it takes to get it fixed.  And then another day driving back.”

“Well, is it going to take a day, a week, do you have any idea?”

Ron shrugged.  “I don’t imagine it’ll take more than a day or two.  I shouldn’t be gone for more than a week, tops.”

Jen slumped against the couch, and without her legs the gesture made her topple over.  “This sucks.  We’ve just started... how soon do you leave?”

“In the morning.  I should probably start packing.”

Jen sighed deeply, then held her arms up to get picked up.  “Take me with you.”

“But you have your job, and...”

“No, I mean to the bedroom.  Restore my legs, and I’ll help pack.”

Ron scooped her up into a hug, and then carried her into the bedroom.  They got a bit carried away, and didn’t start packing for another hour.


It had been a long, dreary day of driving.  Ron was finally at the motel his company was paying for.  It wasn’t exactly classy, but it was at least clean, and the beds felt comfy.

Before he could fall over, though, he had a promise to fulfill.  

The phone only rang once before Jen picked it up.  “Ron?” she inquired, eagerly.

“Yep.  Made it safe and sound.”

“I’m glad.  It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Yours too.”

“I left a little gift in your overnight bag.  To give you a reason to come back quick.”

Ron grinned.  “Cool.”  He zipped open the bag, and found a neatly-wrapped box about the size of his hand.  He tore the paper off, opened it up, and started to laugh.

“What?  It’s not funny, why are you laughing?” Jen complained.

Ron wiped his eyes, and tried to calm down.  “Sorry.  Go into the bedroom, and open my bedside stand.  There’s a box there, for you.  I’m afraid I didn’t wrap it as neatly.”

Ron could hear tearing sounds over the phone, and then Jen asked in wonder, “Is that what I think it is?”

“If you think it is my detached penis for you to play with, you’d be right.”  He touched the amazingly life-like pussy sitting in the box from his girlfriend, and was rewarded by an oooh from the other end of the line.  “So I think you can see why I laughed.”

Jen snickered.  “Yeah.  But now our bits are in the wrong places.  I was kind of hoping to...”

“Engage in real phone sex?”

“Well, ye...  OOOOH!”

Ron licked Jen’s pussy again, then returned to the phone.  “How was that?”

Jen’s reply was nonverbal, but did involve her tongue.  Ron shuddered.  The phones lay mostly ignored from that point, tinnily conveying moans and sighs of pleasure across the miles.

Ron made sure to call Jen every night.  She was considerate enough to only play with his detachable bit when they were on the phone, so as to avoid any incidents with his clients.

First they would talk.  Ron described the people he was dealing with, and ranted about the stupid hardware that just wouldn’t do what it was supposed to.  Jen would distract him with a well-timed stroke, and there would be no more talk before both of them slept.

The fourth night, Ron called with good news.  “I’ve got this thing licked.   The parts I need will arrive tomorrow, and then I can come home.”

“Boo.  I’m off for the next two days.  I’ll just be stuck here thinking about you.  I’m tempted to just erase myself here.  My legs are already gone.  It’d be easy to do the rest.”

“But that’d mean you’d be just...”  Ron looked down at the box in his hand.

“Yeah.”  She caressed the penis on the bed beside her.  “And if this bad boy was with you, I’d do it in a heartbeat.  I could ride home with you in your pocket.”

Ron gently picked up Jen’s pussy, cradling it in his hands without touching her labia and setting her off.  “This... would be you.  All of you.  I want to tell you why that would be a bad idea.”

“And?”

Ron leaned in closer, his breath tickling Jen.  “I can’t think of anything but how amazing you are.”

Jen just moaned, and hugged Ron’s detached penis to her chest.  “Hurry home” was the last thing either of them said that night.

The next night, when Ron called, the answering machine picked up.  “Hi sweetie.  If you’re hearing this, I did it.  You know what to do.”

Ron opened the pussy box with trembling hands.  This was Jen, this little nub of flesh in his hands.  He stared at in in wonder.  What was she feeling now?  He knew she couldn’t think without her head, all she ever wanted was sex.

It would have been a shame to deny it to her.  And for such a tiny bit of flesh, it certainly could convey its eagerness...

The drive home was even more draining than the drive out had been.  If it wasn’t for Jen nestled safe in his pocket, Ron would have fallen asleep a half dozen times.  Touching her, remembering what he was going home for... that kept him going.

When Ron finally made it home, all he wanted to do was collapse into bed.  He stripped out of his clothes, and was halfway into bed before he noticed the Super Sucker sitting there in the middle of it.  That reminded him that what was left of Jen was still in his jacket pocket.  And that little Ronnie should be around somewhere, too.

Ron decided that he’d rather sleep intact that night.  So he dug around in the bedside tables until he located the gift he’d given Jen.  It wouldn’t reattach on its own, he had to erase it first, then use the Super Sucker to restore it in place.  Having done so, Ron discovered that he had a quite urgent need to pee.  He hadn’t had to the entire time his bits had been detached - which had been quite handy while driving - but now that it was attached again, it was time to pay the piper.

After that unromantic start, things just went further downhill.  Ron was exhausted, but he knew that Jen had been waiting all day for this.  He tried his best, but his energy soon flagged.  He fell asleep with Jen still wrapped around his softening member.

His dreams that night were something else entirely.  While he had trouble recalling them as he woke in the morning, there was something about an invisible woman trying to...  He felt something move against his morning erection.

That brought Ron fully awake in a hurry, and he threw off the covers.  All he could see between his legs was the familiar bit of truncated Jen that he’d carried around all week.  Somehow, the tiny bit of flesh that fit in his palm contained and concealed his member.

His shower was rather later than usual that day.

After he’d had a chance to clean up and cool off a bit, Ron finally set to work restoring Jen.  He made sure that every bit was back before he was done.   Jen was pouting up at him when he turned to look at her head.

“Aww, why’d you go and do that?”

“Aw, come on Jen.  I haven’t seen you in a week.”

“Wasn’t it good for you, too?”

Ron lay next to her in the bed, spooning up against her body and cupping her breasts.  “Yes, but I’d rather have more to play with.”

“It’s just... so intense like that.  Everything you can feel, everything you are, it’s all about sex.  It’s fantastic.  Don’t you remember what it was like when I reduced you to a cock?”

Ron shuddered slightly.  “A guy could get lost like that.  Forget he even was human, once.”

“I know.  That’s what I want.”

“What?”

“I want to be an object for you to use.”  Jen moaned softly, and bit her lip.  “Just saying that makes me all tingly.”

Ron silenced her with a kiss, and there was no more talk until lunchtime.

Over lunch, they talked about plans and hopes, and why being a sex toy wasn’t really much of a plan.  Jen pointed out that retail wasn’t exactly a career she wanted to devote her life to, either.

“Being the best sex toy I can be... now that is something I could devote my life to.”

“Really?  Being tucked in a drawer or a box for most of your existence?  Sounds pretty boring to me.”

Jen shook her head.  “I just sort of... fade out, when the stimulation stops.  It’s perfect, my life would be nothing but sex.”

“I... huh.  I guess I can see your point.  Still, shouldn’t there be more to life than sex?”

“Like?”

“I don’t know... creating something that will last?”

“How many people in a generation truly get to do that?  What are the odds?”

“Most people at least have kids.”

“I am so not ready to be a mother right now.”

Ron leaned closer, pouncing on that point.  “Right now.  What about in a few years?”

“Ask me in a few years.  This year, I want to be a toy.”

Ron sighed.  “I can’t dissuade you, can I?  I just... I want more than just a pussy to stick my dick into.”

They talked around in circles for much of the afternoon.  Eventually Ron used calling his parents as an excuse to end the conversation.  His mother always had sensible advice, but he didn’t have the slightest idea how to broach the subject with her.  He did try to approach it sideways, but that only ended up with Jen being invited to dinner with his parents for Easter Sunday, which was just over a week away.

“Jen?”

Ron looked around the house, and eventually found her half-erased in bed.  She’d kept her arms, but erased her head and legs.  As soon as he touched her, she startled into life.  She hugged him tight, then started to undress him.

Afterward, sweaty and happy, Ron restored her head so he could kiss her.

“How was that?”

“Other than not being able to kiss you, it was just about perfect.”

“You found other things to do with that tongue of yours.  And nuzzling along my neck was pretty tingly, too.”

“It did feel creepy, but I could tell you liked it.”

“So.  Did I make a good sex toy?”

“Are we still talking about that?  C’mon, let’s get some dinner.  How about some pizza?”

Jen asked Ron to turn her back into a bust and feed her, and he was feeling mellow enough to do just that.  He made sure to close the kitchen curtains before bringing her out, and also checked the sightlines from the front door where the pizza would arrive.

Dinner involved much giggling and cleaning of dropped sauce from Jen’s breasts.  Her nipples were rock-hard the entire time, even when Ron was just feeding her.  Afterward, she sweet-talked him back into the bedroom, via a quick stop in the washroom to get the last of the sauce cleaned up.

Jen was disappointed when Ron fully restored her.  They made love, but it was a distracted thing, and Ron could tell Jen’s heart wasn’t in it.  He made his best effort, but it had been a busy day, and without Jen’s enthusiasm, his started to flag as well.

As they cuddled afterward, Ron sighed.  “This is all sorts of wrong.”

“What?”

“You’d rather be headless and limbless, than make love to me.”

“No, I’d rather be headless, limbless and bodiless, and make love to you.  C’mon, erase me.”

Ron flopped to his back.  “Not tonight, dear.”

“What?  Why?”

“I’m still exhausted.  And you haven’t helped that a bit, not that I’m objecting.”

“Good.”

“I have to go in to work tomorrow, then it’s the weekend and we can do whatever you like.  Oh, that reminds me.  A week Sunday is Easter, and my folks have invited you for dinner.”

“I...  We’ve only been together a little over a month.  Isn’t it a bit early to meet the parents?”

“Is it?  Please, I’d hate to leave you here alone that night.”

Jen shot him a dark look.  “Fine.  I guess.  But you better make it up to me afterward.”

The next week was much like the first week after Valentine’s Day.  Whenever Ron came home, he’d find Jen already reduced - always legless, often headless, and usually with other bits and pieces missing as well.  He would restore her after sex, and they’d cuddle, and idly argue about which state was better.

The following Friday night, Jen reversed the tables.  Before Ron knew what she was up to, his arms were gone, and his legs followed soon after.  She brought the Super Sucker to the back of his head.

“Ready for a night that’ll blow your mind?”

“Uh... would it matter if I said no?”

“Mmm...”  Jen’s other hand teased at his waist.  “Your body’s not saying no.”

“I don’t think it can say no to you.”

“Cool.”

The world went dark.  Ron squirmed on the bed, rocking against the caresses of his girlfriend.  When she mounted him, it was just as incredible as she’d described it.  Touch was his world, sex was his reason for being.

She left him like that all night, and rode him again in the morning.

Jen’s first words to Ron after restoring his head were, “You’re right.  It’s not the same when the other person can’t touch you.”

Ron took a while to focus on her, and replay her words in his head until they made sense.   “Sorry, you... agree with me?”

“Arms are good.  Snuggles are good.  But my present for you will be even better.”

“Present?”

“Easter’s tomorrow.  I’ve got something special, I hope you’ll like it.”

“I was just going to give you chocolates.”

“Oooh, that gives me another idea.  I have to go shopping.”

Ron went out as well, to get some pretty flowers for the kitchen table.  Jen smiled when she saw them, and that was thanks enough.

Sunday morning, Ron was woken early by Jen bouncing on the bed.  She held out a bowl with two enormous and slightly droopy eggs in it, and in her other hand was a gaily wrapped box that had cavorting cartoon bunnies all over it.

“Why are the eggs melting?”

“You should open those first,” Jen said with a big grin.

As Ron started to bite into one of them, Jen cautioned, “Gently!”

So he nibbled at the soft chocolate until he realized there was warm flesh underneath it.  Alarmed, he spat out the chocolate as well.  “What is...  Oh my God, is that your breast?”

Jen giggled even louder.  She took off her T-shirt to reveal a sock-stuffed bra under it.  “Yuppers.  Surprise!”

Ron cleaned the ‘eggs’ off assiduously, to much giggling and squirming.  Jen had to help towards the end, as it was more chocolate than Ron could eat in one sitting.  Even so, there were large shards left melting at the bottom of the bowl.

All the breast fondling led to further cuddling and canoodling, until Ron’s hand slipped between Jen’s legs.  He yelped in surprise.

“There’s nothing there!”

Jen laughed.  “Time for the other present.”

Ron picked up the box, and tore off the ‘Hoppy Easter’ wrapping paper.  Inside was a garishly coloured box, which declared itself a ‘Make Yourself a Love Tube’ kit.

“What did you do?”

“Open it.”

Inside, the kit was missing many of its parts.  But the key one was there, a large pink tube with a battery pack and a switch at one end.  Ron flipped it end for end, and discovered...

“This is a real...  You put yourself into this thing?”

“Yeah!  You’re supposed to make a mould of your parts, but instead I put the real thing in.  Used the Super Sucker to grow it into place, plus a little skin-safe glue to keep it there.”

“So how do we get you back out, afterward?”

Jen shrugged.  “Who says I want to?  Come on, let’s try it out.”