Pop Gun

“Hey, look what I found at work today!” called a wiry guy as he came through the apartment door.

“Trevor, you know it’s not a good idea to take stuff from work,” said the well-dressed, slightly overweight blonde standing in the kitchen.  She walked toward him, curious just the same.

“It’s OK Penny, they were clearing out a back room and sent out a mass email to anyone who wanted stuff from it to grab what they felt like.”  He held out a what looked like a phaser as conceived by a steampunk engineer.  It was wound with copper tubing, and had a long crystal running down the middle of it all.  In the back was a smoked glass chamber the size of a small jam jar.  The grip looked like grey stone, but felt like rubber.

Penny weighed it in her hands.  “It feels like a real weapon.  It’d go awesome with my outfit for our next cosplay.  Are you sure Technicon won’t miss it?”

“Yeah.  I signed it out properly and everything.”  He dug a piece of paper out of his briefcase and showed it to her.  “We are now the proud owners of one TCAT-407 ‘Confinement Reversal Emitter’.”

Penny read the sheet carefully.  “OK, it looks legit.  The ‘verified harmless’ part is a nice touch.  I wonder if I can work it into my outfit...”

The prop got set aside, and it wasn’t until Friday night that Trevor got around to cleaning it up.  Penny wanted it nice and shiny for her outfit.  As he worked on it, Trevor noticed a battery compartment, and opened it up.  It looked like it took four 9-volt batteries, so after he was done getting it all nice and shiny, Trevor went out to the nearest shop and picked some up.

Once the batteries were installed, Trevor blinked.  The central crystal was glowing softly.  Curious, he pulled the trigger, and the glow intensified.  The ray gun was pointing at their bed, and the plush unicorn sitting on Penny’s pillow started to glow as well.

“Weird,” said Trevor.  He immediately went out to show it to Penny.  “Look!  I put batteries in, and it glows.”

“Oooh!  Even better.  Does it do anything when you pull the trigger?”  Penny reached for the zap gun, and Trevor let her take it.

“Be careful.  It makes the target glow for a bit.”

Penny pointed it at her left hand, and zapped it.  A faint purple aura formed around her hand, and she grinned.  “Oooh, pretty.  How long does it last?”

“I don’t know.  Should you be zapping your body parts, though?  That doesn’t seem wise.”

Penny shrugged.  “The papers said it was harmless.  And it feels nice.  Tingly, but a good kind of tingle if you know what I mean.”  Penny lifted her skirt up, then she held the trigger down and played the ray-gun up and down her legs, making both of them glow softly.

“Hey!” exclaimed Trevor.  “I really don’t think that’s a good idea until we know how long it lasts.”

“Fine,” pouted Penny, and she put the gun down on the coffee table.  She picked up a remote and resumed the show that Trevor had interrupted.  Before long, they both were caught up in it, enough so that the loud ‘pop’ from the bedroom startled them both.

“Did you hear that?” asked Penny, pausing the show again.

“Yeah.  Probably a lightbulb going out in the bedroom.  I’ll check.”  Trevor got up and went to the door to their bedroom.  Looking around, he didn’t see any light bulbs burned out.  He looked for the plush unicorn, wondering if was still glowing, but couldn’t see it.

Suddenly, there was another loud pop and a squeal from Penny.  He dashed back to the couch, and got there just in time for two much louder pops.  Penny reaction was even louder this time, a squealing grunt he’d only ever heard her make during sex.

Trevor stared at Penny in shock.  “Your... your legs.  They’re gone!  So is your hand.”

Penny looked down, and shuddered.  “Oh.  So that’s what that was.  God, it felt...”   A little push and a wiggle of her leg stumps sent her skirt and panties to the floor.  A moment later Penny’s top joined them, tossed aside with her one good hand.  “Can we do that again?  Maybe a little higher?”

Trevor stared at the smoothly rounded stumps where Penny’s legs had once been.  It looked as if they’d always been that way.  “Penny, your legs are gone.  Priorities?”

“My priority is that I just had the best orgasm ever,” her voice went husky on the last word.  “And that was just my legs.”

Penny picked up the ray gun from the table and had fired it at her lower torso before Trevor could do anything.  Soon, everything below her breasts were glowing, and her eyes were slitted half-closed with pleasure.  “Mmm, the tingling feels so nice, and the anticipation...”  She shuddered, and the ray gun fell to the couch.

Trevor scooped it up, and set it on top of the bookshelf.  “There.  Now you can’t get it... at least not until we figure out how to restore your legs.  I’m going to call Josh, he has access to the company database.  Hopefully there’s more about this thing.”

“Don’t take too long.  I want you here when I pop.”

Trevor explained the situation to Josh as quickly as he could, and asked if he could find out more about the TCAT-407.  It took a few minutes, but Josh was able to dig up a comprehensive report on the project.

“Alien tech?” exclaimed Trevor.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah.  Apparently some of our guys got zapped by a one-way version of this thing, and we made a batch of these to return them to normal.”

“OK.  Returning to normal is good.  How do I do that?”

“There are two levers on the side.  The top one releases the storage unit, so you can put whatever you want to restore into it.”

“Wait, what?  Storage unit?”  Trevor reached for the ray gun, and looked it over.  Inside the smoked glass chamber at the back he could just make out a pea-sized plush unicorn and two legs that were smaller than his pinky finger.  “OK, I see it.  Yeah, what I want to restore is inside there.”

“There’s a second lever, near the trigger.  Push it forward, and then press the trigger.  Make sure to aim at where you want the item to be restored.”

“Thanks.  I think I’ve got it.  Could you email me the user’s guide?”

“I guess, since you’re listed as one of the registered owners of one of ‘em now.  Sure.”

“How is it that this was rated as ‘harmless’ and given away, anyway?”

Josh went quiet for a bit, muttering as he paged through the report.  “Ah, here.  Limited range, four point six two meters.  Takes eleven minutes, twenty two seconds to take effect, and if you leave the range in that time, nothing happens.  So it’s useless offensively, and its effect is fully reversible even on... parts of objects?  Huh.  Neat.”

There was another loud pop, and an even louder squeal than last time, followed by a long, descending moan of pleasure.

“What the hell,” blurted Josh.  “Was that Penny?”

“Yeah.  She erased her... uh, hips.  Says it feels really good.  Now I have to go put them back.”

“Wow.  I might have to drop by with Connie some time...”

“Seriously?  Look, I’ve got to go, and see what I can do for Penny.”

“See you soon.”

Trevor sighed, and hung up the phone.  He walked back over to Penny, ray gun in hand.  There wasn’t much of her left, just two breasts, most of two arms, and her head.  Somewhere along the line she’d discarded her bra as well, and seeing her boobs just lying there on the couch with nothing below them took Trevor’s breath away.  When he was able to focus again, he asked, “Well.  Was it everything you expected?”

Penny looked up at him from the couch, eyes alight with lust.  “Ohhhh, yeah.  And then some.  Do my boobs next!”

“But I like your boobs!” protested Trevor, gesturing at them with the ray gun.

“OK, do the rest of me instead.  That’d be cool, too.”

Trevor stared at her for a long time before finally shaking his head.  “No.  Let’s make sure we can put things back, first,” he insisted.  He studied the lever Josh had described, and saw that the two positions were marked ‘store’ and ‘emit’.  Sliding the lever to emit, he aimed it at the smoothly rounded stump where Penny’s hand was supposed to be.  A pale green glow built up there, and quickly took a familiar shape.

“Mister Snugglecorn?” asked Penny as the glow solidified.  “You popped Mister Snugglecorn?”

“It was an accident!” protested Trevor.  “I didn’t even know this thing did anything.”

The pale glow faded away, leaving a plush unicorn where Penny’s hand should have been.  “Oh crap.  Have I just...”  Trevor stopped fretting when he heard Penny giggle.

Penny danced the unicorn around with her stump, and after a particularly violent waggle it went flying, landing safely on the couch.   “Oopsie.”

Trevor sighed with relief.  “I thought you were stuck with a plush unicorn instead of a hand.”

Penny just giggled even louder.  “That would be hilarious.”

“No it wouldn’t!  I’d have crippled you for life.”

“Bah.  You could have just popped Mister Snugglecorn and restored my hand later.”  Penny picked up the unicorn, and put it back in place.  It stuck there for a moment, then fell off once more. “Foo.”

“Let’s just get on with fixing you, please?” begged Trevor.  “Once I know you can be fixed, you can play with it to your heart’s content.”

Penny crossed her arms, a gesture weakened by the fact she didn’t have anything below her breasts to cross them over.  “Fine.  Hand next?”

Trevor aimed at her stump, and soon there was a hand affixed there, looking as it always had.  Penny gave it an experimental tug, but it didn’t pop off like the unicorn had.  Trevor exhaled relievedly.

Next, Trevor aimed for about where Penny’s legs should go, and her left leg reappeared from the pale green glow.  It flopped onto the floor, unattached.

“Weird,” said Penny.  “I can’t feel it.”

“That’s the only thing that’s weird, here?” asked Trevor, eyebrow raised, staring at how Penny’s boobs were lying directly on the couch, nothing at all under them.

Penny shrugged and grinned up at him.  “What?  Bah, reducing your girlfriend to a pair of boobs is perfectly normal.  You do it in your head every time you look at them.”

Trevor blushed and stammered, much to Penny’s delight.  “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” she added.

The way Trevor was staring at her chest made his answer clear.

“C’mon, hurry up and fix me so you can play with my disemboobies.”

The next shot restored Penny’s other leg, and it laid there as lifelessly as the first.  Instead of trying to line both legs up in just the right spot, Trevor decided to restore Penny’s torso to her upper part.   He scooped Penny up in his arms and murmured, “God, you’re light like this.”

Penny grinned up at him. “I’d be even lighter if you got rid of my arms.”

Trevor just shook his head and put her down at the end of the couch, with the underside of her chest exposed.  He aimed at the exposed flesh and fired.  When the glow faded, Penny grinned up at him and wiggled her restored hips.  “Enjoy the view?”

“I’d enjoy it a lot more if I knew we could reattach your legs.”  Trevor scooped one up and pushed it in place where it belonged.  It snapped into place as if pulled by a strong magnet, and even Penny’s best efforts couldn’t tug it free.

Soon the other leg had joined it, and Penny stood up to pose in front of Trevor, naked.  “C’mon, big boy.  Pop me.”

“You feel... normal?  No weird twinges?”

“Just the one between my legs.  Do it!”

Trevor’s finger twitched on the trigger, but the pale green glow of the emitter did nothing.  He sheepishly changed it back to what he was already thinking of as ‘pop’ mode, and pulled the trigger.  He swept the glow over Penny’s legs, then her torso, and finally her arms.  Everything but her breasts and head were glowing when he was done.

“Come on, head too,” coaxed Penny.  “Then I’m going to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

One quick zap later, and Penny was grinning like a glowing cheshire cat. She grabbed Trevor’s hand, and practically dragged him into the bedroom.  “Come on,” she urged.  “I want to be in the middle of it when I go.”

Trevor shook his head, but he was grinning and shucking clothes as he went.

Eleven sweaty minutes later, Penny’s body vanished with a loud pop.  The vacuum left by her absence sucked at Trevor’s exposed skin greedily, but only for a moment.  Trevor winced, but couldn’t fret for long with the way Penny was howling her pleasure.

“Talk about going out with a bang,” he quipped, and she had a moment to roll her eyes before her head vanished with a smaller pop.

Lying on Trevor’s chest was as lovely a pair of breasts as anyone could ask for.  He hefted them, and gave them a quick squeeze.  They were Penny’s best asset, he’d always thought.  She’d gained some weight while they were living together, and a goodly portion of it had ended up in her breasts.  It was part of why he’d encouraged her to eat as much as she liked, and why he often brought home treats from her favourite bakery.

“Looks like the only way I’m going to finish up is with a good boob job.  I trust you don’t object?”  Trevor laughed, it wasn’t as if Penny ever had objected.  He could imagine her grin, and the way the nipples stiffened when he started thrusting between her luscious orbs made her opinion clear as day.

Afterward, Trevor carried his favourite boobs with him into the bathroom.  He started with a quick shower to get the worst off both of them, then drew a bath.  While it was filling he adding a measure of Penny’s favourite bubble bath to it.  Watching Penny’s boobs bob there in the sudsy water made him laugh even more loudly than before, and he played with his new bath toy until the water got cold.

Trevor toweled the boobs off gently, and nestled them into bed.  He yawned, and considered letting Penny sleep like that, figuring that she’d make a lovely pillow.  Still, her head had been gone a long time.  Her breasts seemed fine without it, but once the seed of doubt had been planted, Trevor couldn’t let it go.

Soon, a ghostly green Penny was glowing into existence around the boobs.  When she materialized, she pounced on him, kissing him ferociously and dragging him back into the bed on top of her and straight into a frenzied round of lovemaking.


Panting, sweaty, and spent, Trevor smiled at his beloved.  “If it’s going to be like that every time...”

“You’ll keep popping me?”

Trevor nodded.

“I love you.  Can I keep you?”

“Yes.”

* * *

Spot on noon on Saturday, there was a knock on Trevor and Penny’s door.  A slightly haggard looking Trevor swung the door open, grinning to see the people standing there.  “Josh, Connie, come on in.  You’re punctual as always, which is perfect.”

Josh took Trevor’s hand in a firm grip that made the slimmer man wince.  Josh was stocky, and had kept himself in good shape since they’d gone through University together.  He was always on some sports league or other, this year it was rugby.  Conne clucked at Josh, and gave Trevor a much more delicate handshake.  She was a slim woman, quite the contrast to Josh.  Her dark hair was back in her usual ponytail, and she smelled faintly of turpentine instead of perfume.  A few telltale flecks of paint on her dress made it clear where her hobbies lay.

“And why is timing so important?” asked Connie.

“Because of me,” purred Penny, stepping into view.  She was wearing a white dress that was made of such light material it was slightly translucent, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.

Connie gasped softly.  “Why are you glowing?”

“Didn’t you tell her?” asked Trevor.

Josh shook his head with a grin.  “And you’re about to give her a demo, I see.”

Trevor’s phone beeped.  “In ten seconds.  Nine.  Eight.”

As Trevor counted down, Penny posed herself like a classical statue.  Left hand on her shoulder, right on her hip, knee slightly bent, she smiled at them.  Then with a pop like a dozen champagne corks going off at once, she vanished.  The simple dress she was wearing was sucked into a crumpled ball where her belly button used to be, then drifted lazily to the floor.

“She... she...  What just happened?  Where did Penny go?” asked Connie, alarmed.

“Trevor has a new toy.  Show her the pop gun.”

Trevor laughed.  “That’s a good name for it.”  He picked the pop gun up from the counter, and tripped the release for the chamber.  Tilting it, what appeared to be a plastic doll about three inches tall slid out into his palm.  Its figure, face, pose and even skin tone exactly matched Penny’s as of the moment she had disappeared.  “Here she is.”

Connie stared down at the tiny doll in wonder, then pulled a pair of spectacles out of a pocket and proceeded to examine her even more closely.  “Oh my goodness. It really looks exactly like her.”

“As far as I can tell, it is her.  Just... reduced for convenient storage.  Don’t worry, she can’t feel anything like this.  She’s not even aware of the passage of time unless part of her gets left out of the effect.”

“She’s beautiful.  I’d love to... no, it wouldn’t be right.”

Trevor laughed.  “Penny loves this.  Ask.  She probably would.”

“I... you said she can’t hear.  Can you bring her back?  Please?”

Trevor held out his hand for the doll, then carefully slipped Penny back into the pop gun’s storage chamber.  “I should probably do this in the bedroom.  Penny gets pretty, uh...”

“It makes her scream like a banshee, you mean,” said Josh.

Trevor blushed.  “Yeah.”

“I want to see,” said Connie suddenly.  “To know it’s real, not a trick with a fake doll.”

Trevor made sure the pop gun was set correctly, then handed it to Connie.  “Here.  You do it.  Just point it at the bed and pull the trigger.  It’ll take her about four seconds to materialize.”

Josh grinned at the erotic moans that emerged from the bedroom.  His grin widened when he heard Connie ask, breathlessly, “Can I try?”

Connie emerged with her legs glowing purple, and grinning like a kid in a candy store.  “This feels nice.”

Penny was a little way behind her, looking rather disheveled and wearing another simple dress.  This one was purple, matching her whole-body glow.

“Already?” asked Trevor with a grin.

“Heck yeah,” replied Penny.

The four of them sat in the living room and made small talk over cheese and crackers.  Penny promised she’d serve lunch ‘after’, and shot a knowing grin at Connie.

Suddenly, Penny popped out of existence once more, her dress crumpling like the last one in the vacuum of her passing.  Connie looked startled, then her eyes went wide.  “Oh!  I’m next.  Oh what the hell was I think... Ooooooooh!”  Her legs vanished, and the remainder of her body settled lower on the couch.  She lay there, slumped against Josh’s side, panting for several seconds.  “Oh my stars and garters, that was something else entirely,” Connie exclaimed, fanning herself with one hand.

Trevor chuckled.  “Really?”

“I read a lot as a kid, OK?” Connie said defensively.  She pulled up the hem of her dress, so that she could see where her body cut off.  Everything below her bellybutton was gone, her body ended in a smooth oval.  Josh peered at it curiously, then ran his fingers over Connie’s new bottom.  Connie giggled, but didn’t pull away.

“How does that feel?” asked Josh.

“Nice.  It feels... natural, I guess.  Is that weird?  It’s like my body is already used to ending there.”  She explored the curve underneath her with her own fingers.  “It’s not like I’m touching my insides, or my hips.  Just skin, right where it should be.  Oooh, I want to see my legs!”

Trevor dutifully retrieved the pop gun, and opened the chamber once more.  Penny was there, in doll form, as were a slim pair of legs wearing a teeny pair of panties.  He handed the latter to Connie.

“Oh, wow.  I’m... holding half of myself in the palm of my hand.  This is so surreal.  I want to turn these into an art piece.  Do they have to come out so small?”

Trevor looked over at Josh, who shrugged.  “As far as I can tell, it’s set for the one scale.  You’d have to modify everything to change that, and without knowing the working principles...”

“Foo.  But then...  Ooh, I just got this image of two real people as wedding cake toppers.  Can you imagine it?”

“It’d be a huge risk,” said Trevor.  “I mean, either one could get lost, or...”  He sighed, seeing a gleam in Connie’s eyes that he recognized from Penny.  “Aaand you’re going to get Penny to talk me into it anyway.  Have you two even set a date?”

“Oh, it’s not for us.  My sister’s getting married next month, and as the artist of the family I’ve promised to make her cake topper.”

“Well, it’ll be no work at all to convince Penny to say yes.”

Trevor took the pop gun and the purple dress into the bedroom, and restored Penny again.  He made his escape while she was still writhing on the bed.

“Ready to get your legs back, Connie?” Trevor asked, staring pointedly at the pair of legs still being held in her hand.  Connie was stroking them gently with one finger, as if studying their form.

“Um...  I’m kind of enjoying how different this is.  Can it wait?” Connie pleaded.

Penny stumbled into the room, even more disheveled than before.  “Sure.  Lunch should be ready, I think.”

Connie stared at her friend.  “God, you look like you’ve just been fucked.”

“Mmm.  Feels like it too.”  Penny drifted into the kitchen and started plating up their lunch.

The meal was rather surreal.  Penny’s gaze was either distant, or drifted to the pop gun sitting in the middle of the table.  Connie was occupied by the pair of legs perched beside her plate, her hand drifting over to it, trailing fingers over it, then guiltily pulling back.  Occasionally Josh would have to reach out a hand to steady her.  Josh and Trevor tried to sustain a conversation, but the women’s distractions proved too distracting.

“So,” Connie asked, once the meal was done.  “What shall we do next?  I kind of want to try being a doll.”

“Okay,” said Penny, picking up the pop gun.  Without hesitation, she fired at at Connie, bathing her in the purple glow until every last bit of her was covered.  

Connie yelped in surprise at Penny’s sudden action, but started to grin as she felt the tingle grow.  “Oh, I can already feel...”

Penny grinned hugely.  “The anticipation’s the best part.”

Connie shuddered, and wrapped her arms around herself.  “C’mon, carry me back to the comfy chairs.  We have stuff to talk about.”

Josh grinned, and did so, depositing Connie on the loveseat and sitting beside her.  “This is kind of fun for me, too.  I could practically juggle you like this.”

Penny’s eyes lit up.  “Oooh, next time I’m just boobs you have to do that, babe.”

“Can’t juggle just two things,” said Trevor, without thinking.

Penny’s grin grew wider.  “Then we’ll have to get Connie disemboobied too.”  She pointed the pop gun at herself.  With one hand she pulled the neck of her dress open, and zapped each breast briefly.  Once she was done, Trevor picked it up from the couch and set it on the coffee table, before sitting beside his girlfriend.

“What did you just do?” asked Connie.

Penny grinned.  “A little bit after you become a doll, my boobs will disappear.  If you point the pop gun at the table instead of at me, they’ll appear there.  Then my sweetie can juggle my boobs.  I just wish I could feel it.  It’d be more fun if I was just the boobs.”

“I was wondering about that,” asked Trevor.  “How much could you feel when you were nothing but a pair of boobs last night?  I mean, you didn’t have your head...”

Penny’s grin got much wider.  “I could feel everything.  It was so intense!”

“What did he do to you?” breathed Connie, eyes wide.

“Trevor zapped all of me away except for my head and boobs.  Then I talked him into doing my head, too.  Leaving only his favourite bits.  They got well used,” she said with a leer.

“I almost left her like that.  She’d have made a good pillow,” said Trevor, trying to brazen through.

“Mmm,” purred Penny.  “Do that next time.  Making love with the anticipation of becoming nothing but your boobs for as long as you want...”

“Wait, wait, you were in the middle of that when you disappeared?” asked Connie.

Penny nodded eagerly.  “Popping’s one thing.  Popping when you’re near orgasm is better.  If I get really lucky, one day I’ll pop right at the peak...  I don’t think I’d ever want to change back.”

“I thought you were unaware as a doll,” said Trevor.

“Not exactly.  Unaware of the doll, yes.  Time doesn’t mean much, you’re sort of frozen with your last thought...”

“Oh wow,” Connie said, a starry look in her eyes.  “To hold a doll in my hand, frozen in orgasm...  Or better yet, to turn it into art.”

It was Penny’s turn to get a wide eyed look.  “Oh... yes.  Yes please.”

“You’re not seriously considering...” argued Trevor.

“Yes.  Yes I am.  For how long?” Penny asked Connie.

“I... don’t think I’d want to put it in the gallery.  That might be just a teensy bit over the top for them.”

“Aww.”

Connie chuckled.  “I could probably come up with something to keep you decent.  Decentish.  But if I put you in the gallery, I’d want to keep you there for at least a month.”

Penny shuddered.  “A month?  I...  I’ll think about it.”

Trevor sighed with relief.  “Please don’t.  I’d miss you.”

“Do it with me, then.”

Trevor just stared at Penny like she’d grown another head.  “Are you serious?”

“Yes.  Come on, you should try it.  It’s harmless, remember?”

“But you’re also stuck until someone restores you.”

Penny grinned.  “That’s all part of the fun!”

They argued it back and forth, with Connie chiming in with ideas on how they could be artistically posed.  Trevor managed to win some concessions from Penny, but the way she grinned made it pretty clear that a week of sleeping on boob-pillows was something she’d have agreed to even without the other.

“OK,” said Trevor finally.  “I guess you can...”

Connie popped, her dress vanishing with her.  Josh yelped, then stared at where his sweetie had just been.  “That’s just plain freaky,” he muttered.

Penny gestured at the pop gun.  “Show him, Trevor.”

Trevor shrugged, and opened the chamber to show the top half of Connie, clad in a doll-sized dress.  He picked up Connie’s lower legs from the loveseat beside Trevor, but the two parts wouldn’t click together as he expected.  He set them in Josh’s hand.

Josh stared down at the face of Connie, looking sightlessly up at him.  “Too weird.  Can we put her back now, please?”

Trevor nodded, and put just Connie’s top in the pop gun.  “This way we can do her top half first, then attach her legs.  Otherwise it’s first-in, first-out.”

Connie’s glowing green body appeared on the loveseat beside Josh, and he stared in wonder as the glow faded and revealed her intact if not whole body.  Connie blinked owlishly for a few moments, then looked over at Penny.  “How peculiar.  I think vanishing my legs was more fun.  Repeating my wonder at Trevor actually agreeing over and over...  It was interesting, but...”

Penny looked up from her dress.  “Hm?”

“And you’re not even listening.  What’s wrong?”

“My boobs didn’t pop.  They’re not even glowing.”

Trevor looked over at Josh, who shrugged.  “I guess when we opened the storage unit, it turned off?”  Trevor picked up the pop gun, zapped Penny’s head, then opened the chamber.  The glow from the emitter crystal and Penny’s head faded at the same time, which made Penny pout.

“Aww.  That makes it too easy.”

Trevor laughed, and put Connie’s lower half into the pop gun’s storage chamber.  “Only if someone’s trying to stop you.  Or in time to.”  He switched to the emit setting, and aimed at the floor in front of Connie.  Moments later, her legs glowed into existence.

“Hey!” said Connie.  “I can’t feel them.”

Trevor got Josh to put Connie back together.  Connie grinned, and danced around the room giddily. “I have legs again!”

“You do indeed,” said Josh, watching Connie with a grin.

When Connie settled on the loveseat once more, Penny handed her the pop gun.  “Our turn.”  Penny pulled Trevor by the hand, and stood in front of Connie, gripping his hand tight.  “Do both of us in the same pass.”

Trevor looked stunned.  “What?”

“They’re here, they can restore us afterward.  I want to pop together with you.  Give you a really amazing experience for your first time, not like Connie got.”

“But... I...”

“Pleeeease?”  Penny stared soulfully into Trevor’s eyes.

“Fine.”

Connie held up the pop gun.  “Ready?”

“Yes!” sang out Penny.

Trevor nodded after a moment.  “Go ahead.”

Connie played the pop gun over the both of them, making sure every bit was glowing purple before she released the trigger.  As soon as she did so, Trevor set a timer, then Penny dragged him toward the bedroom.

“What, now?” Trevor protested.  “They’re right here.”

“Yes, now,” Penny insisted.  

“But...”

Connie waved.  “It’s OK, we’ll see ourselves out.  Toodles!”

Once Connie and Josh were gone, Trevor turned back to Penny, and found her naked, posed in the door of the bedroom.  The faint purple glow around her made her look even more beautiful, and he grinned.  “It really does feel quite remarkable,” he said as he started taking off his shirt.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Trevor thought he wouldn’t have anything left between last night’s exertions and Penny’s insatiability with the pop gun that morning.  Penny’s gymnastic enthusiasm plus the peculiar, fizzling tingle of the pop gun’s glow argued otherwise.  It wasn’t until Trevor’s alarm went off that he even realized what Connie and Josh’s departure meant.  Nobody was there to restore them.  But by then it was far too late, so Trevor put it aside, and focused instead on pushing Penny over the top before...

Trevor’s world exploded, leaving nothing behind but the frozen moment of detonation.


“So,” said Josh.  “It has been at least ten minutes since we got to the car.  How long were you planning to make them wait?”

Connie looked up at Trevor and Penny’s apartment building.  “It kind of spoils the joke when they’re frozen in a timeless moment, I guess.  I’ll go fetch them and then we can head home.”

Two minutes later she was back in Josh’s car.  “OK, let’s go.”

It wasn’t until they were back at their own place that Josh found out Connie had the pop gun.  The moment he saw it emerge from Connie’s coat he asked, “Penny let you have that?”

“She, ah... didn’t have the chance to object.”  Connie popped the chamber open, and two dolls in an intimate embrace slid out.  “They’re just so... perfect like this.  Can’t you just feel the raw sexuality exuding from them?”

Josh stared at the tiny couple in Connie’s hands.  “I know that look.  Art happens when you get that look.”  He sighed.  “They need to be restored before Monday.  Can we at least do that?”

“I better get started.  You too.”

“What do I have to do?”

“You need to find me a cake that looks like the top of a wedding cake.”

Josh knew better than to argue.


Penny and Trevor sheepishly stood up, then looked around.  “Wait, this isn’t our place,” said Penny, while Trevor tried to cover up his nakedness.  “And why do I feel sticky?”  She licked her lips. “I taste... vanilla?”

Connie wordlessly handed over an 8x10 glossy picture.  In it were a pair of plastic figurines painted to look like a bride and groom that had discarded at least half their clothes.  From their entangled pose and the expression on the woman’s face, it was obvious what they’d been up to.  They were lying atop a cake, and the icing around them was rumpled and cratered, showing the progress of their lovemaking.

“Oh, wow...  That’s gorgeous.  And so hot I could just about melt.  You’re not going to make us into cake toppers like that for the wedding, are you?”

Connie giggled.  “I’d get lynched.  I do intend to give my sister a copy of the picture, though.”

“We’d better get one too.  It’s going on the wall in the bedroom, as... inspiration.”

Trevor blushed even worse.  “Can I please get a shower and some clothes?”

Another zap of the pop gun produced the clothes they’d been wearing earlier.

“Aww,” pouted Penny.  “I was hoping to get carried back home in your pocket.”

“That can still be arranged,” said Connie.  “Trevor, you too?”

Trevor shook his head.  “It was a fantastic experience, but I’d like a little longer to absorb it.  I spent... uh, how long were we gone?”

“Most of a day.”

Trevor’s eyes widened, “Really?  Wow.  I spent that time caught up in devotion to Penny.  I... need to come to grips with that.”

Penny smiled happily. “I wish I hadn’t changed back.  I was...”

Connie grinned, and gestured at the photo and the expression captured there.  “We all know what you were.”

Penny’s gaze grew distant as she stared at the picture without really seeing it.  “It was... oh, it was everything.  The thought of being caught in that state forever...”  She shivered, and wrapped her arms around her body.  “Eeeh.  I need that shower, too.  Didn’t you wash us off after the photoshoot?”

“I did!” protested Connie.  “But the icing was really sticky, I guess I didn’t get it all.  I didn’t think it would come out with you.”

All eyes turned to Josh, who shrugged.  “I don’t know.  The manual’s vague on the subject, but some changes to the stored state persist.”

“Could that involve resculpting the objects?” asked Penny.  “Say, so they lose a few pounds in the right places?”

Josh shook his head.  “The models look like plastic, but they’re really tough.  Nothing they tried could so much as make a dent.”

“Aww.”

Trevor hugged Penny, his eyes alight.  “You’re perfect as you are.  Will you marry me?”

Penny’s eyes went wide.  “What brought this on?”

“A day worshipping you.  But... you’re amazing, and I should have asked long ago.”

Penny bit her lip.  “Are you sure it’s not the pop gun talking?  I still desperately want to go back to being that orgasmic doll forever...”

“Okay.”

“Really?  You’d turn me into that doll and leave me like that as long as I asked?”

“Well... for a weekend, or a week.  Not forever.”

Penny mused on that for a moment, and nodded.  “Yes.  I’ll marry you.”

They stared into each other’s eyes and the love there was palpable.  The clicking of Connie’s camera did nothing to disturb them or the scorching kiss that followed.

When they finally broke for air, Connie asked, “Could you do that again?  That gaze of love thing, I mean...  You’d make amazing cake toppers looking like that.”

“Frozen in love?  Yes,” said Trevor.  

Penny squealed, and hugged him tight.  “This is going to be the best wedding ever.”

“Oh I think we’ll manage to top it somehow,” said Trevor.  Everyone groaned at the pun.