(WARNING! The following text contains elements of Transformation/Detachable Bodies/Mad Science. There's also technically some nudity. If you do not care for any of the aforementioned topics, just leave.)

I got home around 1 a.m. Usually, I'm about ready to collapse into bed, but tonight I was feeling incredibly awake. I crept into the apartment making sure that my roommate was asleep. I needed some privacy for what I was about to do. She's fun and all, but there's no way I could let her know about my new secret.

I'm Amy. Not telling you my last name because if I did, I'm sure he'd be tracked down somehow. He's The Artificer. Art, for short. Last night, he chose me to be his testing assistant. A more appropriate term would be lab rat. After a series of failed attempts, he basically turned me into a living Lego doll. I could pull my body into pieces wherever and however I chose. Apparently. I hadn't done much experimentation so far. That's what tonight's going to be. And one more thing. It felt pretty damn good.

As I crept into my room, I ripped off my head and tossed it onto my bed, just for novelty's sake. I giggled quietly to myself. Fortunately, I had landed facing my body, so I could still see what I was doing. I guess I didn't think that one through quite well. It was hard navigating my body around my room without tripping over things I couldn't see from my viewpoint on my bed, but fortunately my room was pretty small. I turned my body around so that I could see it from behind.

"Mm… I have a pretty nice ass, if I have to say so myself." I waggled my ass at myself, laughing. My body didn't actually look that bad, now that I'm looking from a more… third-person point of view. I was well-proportioned, unlike what I'd led myself to believe. I turned around and waved my chest in front of my face. My boobs were a bit smaller than a C-cup, but I was pretty proud of it.

I picked up my head and placed it upright on a pillow, so that I'd have a better view of myself. Then, I proceeded to give myself a strip-tease. As I slid out of the jeans that the Artificer (Art, for short, I guess), that Art had given me, I realized I had left my clothes in his lab. I shrugged. A look that was rather out of place for a headless girl. I had to say, I was turning myself on.

So there I was. My decapitated head sitting atop a pillow, staring at my own naked body. My own… horny… naked body. My hand drifted, almost unwillingly, to my naked pussy. I stopped myself. "If I'm going to do this… I should have more fun with it first." I grinned. "Hm… any part, huh?"

I placed my hands on my hips experimentally, and pushed upwards. As expected, my torso separated from the lower half of my body. I looked like I was sawn in half by a magician… except without the boxes. I swung my torso onto the bed and picked up my head again. What a weird sight I was. I tossed my head up into the air like a ball. Now it's not like I have bad reflexes, but it's pretty hard to catch a ball when you're disoriented. So you can imagine how hard it would be to catch your own head spinning around in the air. I caught myself square in the stomach with my own head. "Oof! Okay… my head is not a ball."

I brought my head upright on my stomach when I felt a familiar, pleasant tingle. My neck and stomach had joined together. Rubbing the area, it felt like my head had always been growing out of my stomach. "Weird. Hey, I always wondered what the bottom of my boobs looked like." I exclaimed happily. I had a perfect view.

I reached up for my breasts, fondling them lightly before I grabbed ahold of one and pulled. It came off, cleanly. Where my left breast used to be on my chest was a smooth patch of newly formed skin. I rubbed it tentatively with my free hand, and shuddered. It felt good… almost as good as playing with my boobs themselves. I lightly squeezed my left boob, feeling the sensation from both sides.

I looked a bit weird with only one boob attached, so I detached the other one too. Soon, I was holding both of my disembodied breasts in my hands. I rolled them around in my hands playfully, relishing the strange new sensations of my boobs being fondled in impossible ways. When I was done, I placed them gently on the bed in front of me, admiring them. They looked like perfect domes when they weren't attached to my chest, kind of like fleshy bubbles. "That would be one heck of a bubble bath." I giggled to myself.

I turned my attention to my legs, standing off to the side of the bed. I had completely forgotten about them… somehow. My pussy was a bit… erm… wet. I blushed, as if though I hadn't seen my own naked body before. Well, certainly not from this angle, at least. It felt kind of weird. It was like looking at someone else's legs, even though I knew perfectly well they were my own, and I still felt them.

I walked my legs closer over to the bed, already thinking of what to do next. I grinned, blushing a little, before I tore my head off its perch on my stomach. "I've always wondered what this would feel like." And come on, don't say you haven't wondered yourself. And then I ate myself out. It got a little difficult to keep holding my head up to my crotch, so I climbed my legs up onto the bed to make things easier. It was the wildest and strangest sexual experience I'd ever had. Having someone who knew myself so well… oh, damn. I pretty much just collapsed, basking in one of the best orgasms… ever.

As I watched my own featureless chest rise up and down with the rhythm of my breathing, my mind began to wander again. What else could I pull off myself? How many pieces could I be in? I was in 5 separate pieces right now, and everything seemed to be alright. I tugged off my left foot. Okay, six pieces. Detached the rest of that leg. Seven. Right leg, eight. I picked up my disembodied hips, staring at my glistening pussy. "What if I…"

I absently picked at the side of my pussy, and gave a small squeal. I was able to peel it off, like a sticker from my crotch. I dangled it in front of me. It was just a detached pussy. The back side of it was blank, featureless skin, just like the other joints. I poked my finger inside and looked behind it, but there was no impression of my finger on the other side. I could definitely feel my finger inside myself though. Weird.  I tugged on the lips, trying to see how far I could stretch it open. To my surprise it got a good way before it started to hurt a little. I set my pussy aside, lying atop my stomach… oops. It fused straight to my stomach, like it had always been there. It was little weird seeing my pussy right above my bellybutton, but I didn't really care. I wanted to try something else.

I reached over to my head, and started picking at the side of my face. "Come on… yes!" I managed to peel my face clean off my head with a dramatic flourish. "Whoah." My vision went a little skewed from that. "Cool." I grinned. It got a bit hard to see anything, I had to refocus my eyes every time I shifted my face slightly. Flipping my face around, I stared at now-featureless head. I rubbed a hand over the skin that had formed, shuddering. It felt really strange, and it was perfectly smooth skin. I reached under my hair and plucked off my left ear, then my right. "I've gotta get to my mirror." Trouble was, I wasn't exactly in a position to just stand up and walk over to it. I spent a good five minutes trying to put myself back together enough so that I could get up. I tried leaving off my feet, but that made it too hard to balance. I did place my torso on my legs backwards though, just to see what it was like. I left my featureless head on the bed, and kept my pussy on my stomach. I had to hold my face sort of draped out in front of me to see where I was going.

"Wow." It was weird. My detached face was just like a slack piece of skin. I giggled, opening my mouth wide. I could still see the inside of my mouth, but when I poked a finger in, nothing came out the other side. Experimenting, I rolled up my face like a scroll, only to have my progress stopped by my nose. I quickly plucked it off and tossed it onto the bed, and continued. Horizontally facing outwards, if you're into those kinds of details. I tried talking, and all that came out was a muffle, since my mouth was tucked tightly into my face. The back of my face tickled, too, where my mouth moved against it. I stuck my tongue out and licked the back of my face. Tasted like… well, me. I unrolled my face, and rolled it up in the other direction, so that I was facing into… my face. Other than not being able to see, it wasn't much different.

I squeezed my rolled-up face with my hands lightly, and felt my entire face compact. It was kind of soft, it felt like mostly skin without my nose there. It felt like a good inch in diameter, though I couldn't really tell. The roll felt rather stiff, it wasn't as pliable since it was like that… and then a thought occurred to me. It was kind of gross, but I had already eaten myself out that night, so I figured this wasn't much worse.

Holding my rolled-up face in one hand, I pushed my torso off my hips again, landing on the bed. "Ow!" I had hit my head with my elbow. I moved it aside, and with my free hand, rubbed my belly, trying to find where my pussy was, since I couldn't see. I braced myself for what I was about to do next, and started having second thoughts. But how often do I get to do this kind of thing? That thought in mind, I quickly decided to go for it, and pushed my face into my vagina. I'll spare you the messy um… details, but I will say that my face makes for a fairly decent toy.