Hey. I’m Ken.

This is the story of how I met my… how should I put it… ‘special’ girlfriend. Don’t worry, it’s not too long.

I was at a friend’s birthday party when I met her. I recognized her as Robin, a girl who went to the same high school as me. She was rather cute, and I vaguely recall having a small crush on her back then, so I took a shot (as well as a few shots of vodka), and struck up a conversation with her. Surprisingly, she was easy to talk to, and we got along pretty well after a couple of drinks.

Quite a bit later that night, we found ourselves sitting alone with each other, in a room away from the rest of the party. Things were going well, it turned out we had a lot in common. It was about our third beer each when she suddenly blurted out something. I really have no idea how we got to the topic, but I swear it made sense in context. Or maybe we were just that drunk. I don’t know.

“When I was little, my parents told me if I poked my bellybutton, my arms and legs would fall off.” She giggled. I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just laughed too.

“Boy, that’d be weird.” I said. “…ever try it?”

“Of course not… I was worried it would happen!” Robin joked. “Can you imagine how much that’d suck?”

“So if I tried to poke you right here…” I teased, raising my index finger to her stomach, only to have her swat my hand away.

“Stop that!” she laughed.

“You know it can’t be true, though, right? Just one of those white lies parents tell their kids so they don’t do disgusting things.”

“Well… yeah… but still, now it feels weird.”

“Oh come on. You’ve gotta get over it some time!” I tried to poke her again, but she dodged out of the way.

“Why? What if I don’t want to poke my bellybutton?”

“Uh… I dunno. C’mon, just-!” I joked, lunging at her again. This time, my finger connected. “Aha!”

There was a brief moment of silence from the two of us as my finger pressed into her bellybutton. Followed by four soft thuds, as Robin’s arms and legs fell clean off her body. Then more silence.

“…I… uh.” I managed to get out. Robin was dead quiet. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t think…”

“No… that’s okay, I didn’t think it’d happen either…” Robin said softly.

“…can you… move?”

She wriggled her torso into a more comfortable position, and we both stared at her disembodied limbs. I noticed the digits on her limbs clenching and unclenching.

“Are you doing that?” I asked, pointing to her fingers and toes.

“…yeah.” Her arm flexed. “I can still move them, at least.”

“…that’s… good. I think. Hey, you’re not bleeding or anything.” I noticed her shoulders ended smoothly now, with no wound to speak of. In fact, there was no trace she ever had arms. Or legs. It was as if she had been that way her entire life.

“Yeah. That’s… also good.” She mumbled. “Uh… can you help me?”

“…how?”

“I dunno. Pick up my arm.” I did as she requested.

“Oh, I can still feel it!” she gasped, her hand grasping at my wrist. The end of her arm that used to connect to her shoulder also ended in smooth round skin.

“…so… like… are you a cyborg or something?” I joked. Robin glared at me. “…hey, it’s not an unreasonable question.”

Robin sighed. “Not that I know of? I can’t be, I’ve been cut before, and I bleed. Hey, try… putting my arm back on.”

“What just… like this?” I pressed the stump of her arm to her shoulder. As the two pieces met, the flesh from both sides sort of melded together, and her arm was connected again. “Whoah.”

“…you put it on the wrong shoulder, dumbass!” Robin yelled.

I looked down at my handiwork, and realized she was right. I had attached her left arm to her right shoulder. “Uh… oops.”

Robin sighed again. “I guess it’s still an improvement over having no arms at all.”

“Hey, what if I push your bellybutton again, it might fall back off?”

“…give it a shot.”

I poked Robin’s bellybutton again, and as expected, her arm came off.

“Oh, good.” I exclaimed, “We don’t have to worry about fucking up now.”

“…what do you mean?” Robin asked quizzically.

“Well, we can re-do it as much as we want, so…” I grinned mischievously as I picked up Robin’s arms and quickly attached them to her hips.

“What the- what are you doing?” Robin yelled. She lunged out awkwardly with her arm to hit me, but I dodged out of the way quickly, laughing. “Put me back to normal!”

“Why? You can just walk with your arms!” I laughed.

Robin raised an eyebrow, and stood herself up on her arms. “Hm. But… what about my legs?”

“Um, I could attach them to your shoulders?” I suggested.

“Oh, why not.” Robin laughed. I smiled, glad she was starting to see the humor in it. “Wait, let me do it myself.” She hand-walked over to her legs, and, steadying herself on one hand, used the other to attach her legs one at a time to her shoulders. She lowered herself onto her feet, and started waddling around at about half her normal height. “Oh my god, this is hilarious.” She laughed, “I need a mirror! I must look like a total freak!”

“I think the bathroom’s over here…” I guided her down the hall to the bathroom. Just as we approached, a guy stumbled out, obviously incredibly drunk. Me and Robin froze. So did the drunk guy.

“Oh, man… I’m really out of it… I gotta ease off the booze…” he mumbled, stumbling off. We both breathed a sigh of relief, as I hurried her into the bathroom and locked the door.

Fortunately, the bathroom had a full-length mirror on the wall, and Robin walked up to it, promptly bursting into peals of laughter. “Oh my god, I look ridiculous!” I chuckled too.

When we finally both stopped laughing, Robin wiped away a few tears from her face. “Okay…” she breathed, “I’d better put myself back to normal.” She reached up with her arm and yanked her leg off her shoulder.

“…Wait, how did you do that?” I asked.

“Huh?”

“I thought you had to poke your bellybutton to fall apart…”

Robin fell silent for a moment. She had apparently completely forgotten that fact. She finally broke the silence. “Maybe I don’t have to push my bellybutton at all.”

“How’s that?”

“Maybe I just need to believe it’ll happen? Like, I thought it’d happen, so it did. I thought putting my limbs back would work, so it did. And I thought pulling my leg off would work-“

“So it did.” I finished. “I guess that makes sense?”

“You try it.”

“What?”

“Try pulling off your arm? Just think that it’ll happen.” Robin said, as she popped off her other leg.

I did, to no effect. “So much for that.”

“You sure you’re really trying?”

“Yes…? I dunno, it’s hard to say.”

“Hm. Well, whatever. I guess I’m just special.” Robin laughed, replacing her arm.

“…I guess that’s a word for it.” I scratched my chin. “What if you can do other stuff?”

“Hm?” Robin had finished reassembling herself as she stood up.

“Like… maybe you are special. Maybe whatever you want to happen just happens?”

“That… seems kind of absurd. I’ve had tons of times in my life where I didn’t get what I wanted.” Robin furrowed her brow. “If I was some sort of omnipotent goddess, I think I’d know.”

“Start small. Try pulling off something that’s not your arms or legs.” I suggested.

“Uh… okay. I guess it’s worth a shot.” Robin placed both her hands firmly on the sides of her head and pulled up. Her head came cleanly off her shoulders. “Oh my god.”

“Whoah.”

“Oh my god.” Robin repeated. She gently lowered her hands, still tightly clutching her own disembodied her head. “Ken. What’s happening.” She had gone pale.

“You pulled your head off.” I said, rather dumbfounded. “And you’re still alive.” I noted, “Arms and legs… you can live without, but… your head?”

“Yeah.” Robin turned her head around in her hands to face her body.

“Hey, you’ll never need a mirror again, you can just check yourself out like that!” I joked.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, just set your head down somewhere and you can look at your body.” I laughed.

“…not a bad point.” Robin said, deep in thought. “Here.” She stuck her hands out, offering me her head.

“…what?”

“Hold my head for a bit, so I can see myself. I want to check out my ass.” She laughed.

“You sure?” I said, gingerly accepting her into my hands.

“Yeah, just don’t drop me, okay?” I turned her to face herself, as her body spun around and waggled her ass in my direction. “Hm… I do have a cute butt. Don’t you think?” she laughed.

“Uh… sure.” I stammered. I must have blushed a little, I can’t deny that Robin was very attractive.

“Ken… uh. Turn me to face you.” Her head said. I complied. “Do you like my butt?” She grinned. I was definitely blushing now.

“…well… I’ve always been more of a boob man, to be honest.” I admitted.

“Well, fine, what about my boobs?” Her body turned around and thrust her boobs out to the wall. “Wait. Am I actually facing my boobs to you? I can’t really tell.”

I laughed, “No, you’re facing the wall.” Robin’s face crinkled in concentration as her body turned a bit more.

“Better?”

“Yeah. You do have nice boobs.” I laughed. Her candor made it much easier to open up to her.

“So… do you like me?” Robin asked.

“That’s… rather blunt.”

“Hey, I’ve got a serious problem here. You’re the only one who knows what a freak I am now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to find a boyfriend like this.”

“Wait, so… do you like me too?”

“Well… yeah. I wouldn’t have spent so much time with you otherwise.” Robin laughed, “I actually had a bit of a crush on you in high school, to be honest.”

“Oh, man, me too!”

“That’s kinda narcissistic…”

“I meant I had a crush on you.” I rolled my eyes as I raised her head to meet my eye level.

“So…” she averted my gaze.

“Yeah.” I stared at my feet.

“Well… I can’t really make the first move like this, you know.”

“Oh.” I stammered. I’m no stranger to girls, but the situation made it kind of awkward. That, and I was holding her disembodied head. I closed my eyes, and brought her in close for a kiss. As we kissed, I felt her body hug me from behind. It was nice.

As we broke from the kiss, she looked up at me. “I have a confession to make.”

“…didn’t you just make it?”

“No, another one. I uh… I knew I was detachable already.”

“…what?” I thought nothing else tonight would shock me. This did. “But you were so surprised when-“

“Yeah, I’m a good actor, huh?” Robin laughed, “I thought it’d be more… acceptable if it happened that way.”

“…not going to lie, it worked.” I frowned.

“So… can you forgive me?” she stared up at me.

“…ugh. You’re too adorable like that.” I moaned, clutching her head to my chest in a hug. “Yeah, I forgive you.”

“Yay!” Robin laughed, “And it’s good to know I’m adorable, I guess.”

“No, just your head.” I laughed, poking her nose. “You’re like a pet or something.”

“Hey. That’d almost be insulting if it weren’t for the circumstances.”

“Don’t worry, we’re good.” I smiled at her. Fortunately, she smiled back.

“Could you put me on the counter for a bit? So I can see both you and my body?” I complied. “I want to try something else.” She grinned. “You said you’re a boob man, right?” Her hand darted into her shirt.

“Uh… yeah.” My eyes widened as her hands pulled out of her shirt again, clutching a disembodied breast.

“What do you know, it worked!” Robin laughed. She squeezed her boob. “Hm… I wonder.” She cautiously brought her breast up and attempted to stick it to the empty space where her head used to go. Slowly, she withdrew her hand. Her breast stayed.  

“Wait, so… it’s attached to your neck?” I asked, walking up to her body, staring at the breast that was evidently growing out of her neck.

“Yup!” Robin said proudly. I poked it, and it jiggled. “Hey now.”

“Sorry, just wanted to see.”

“I’m not sure I want you staring at my bare breasts just yet…” Robin suddenly said. “We haven’t even been on a real date yet.”

“This doesn’t count?”

“Not really.” Her hand darted to her head-breast and tweaked her nipple a bit. “Aha!” Robin exclaimed as her nipple came off in her fingers.

“No way.”

“This gets stranger every minute, huh.” Robin said. “I’ll just put my nipple under my shirt for now…” she stuck her hand in her shirt again, and brought it out, without the nipple. She giggled. “Wanna know something?”

“What?”

“It’s not on my chest. It’s above my bellybutton.” She laughed.

“You’re kidding.”

“Take a look!” Robin pulled her shirt up quickly, flashing her stomach at me, before covering it back up. I barely got a glance, but she was right.

“Whoah. So you can peel off less defined parts too?”

“Seems like it.” Her body walked over to her head. “So let’s try this.” Her finger picked at her forehead, until suddenly she grabbed ahold of something and whisked her hand away, leaving her head blank and faceless.

She was holding her face in her hands, spread out before her like a piece of paper to face me. “Ta-da! Whoah, this is weird. I thought my face would be more like a mask, but it’s just a floppy piece of skin.” She folded her face in half just below her nose. “Ahh, this feels so much weirder than everything else so far… never tried this before.”

“No doubt.” I said, studying the blank skin of her head. I rubbed a finger over it.

“Gah!” Robin shuddered, dropping her face. “That… felt weird! What did you do?”

“I rubbed your face… well, where your face was.”

“Mm… do it again.”

“Really?” I gently rubbed the skin again.

“Yeah… it feels… nice. Not quite as good as… well, y’know… but nice.”

“Hm.” I knelt down to pick up Robin’s face off the floor.

“Hi.” She said, smiling at me as I turned her to face me.

“Hey.” I grinned. I pinched her nose, and pulled, only to be greeted by a yelp from Robin.

“Ow! Hey, what’s the big idea?”

“Oh, sorry, I thought I’d detach your nose…” I stammered.

“Oh… hm. Try it again.”

I pinched her nose again, and this time, was able to pluck it clean off her face. “What’s the difference this time?” I asked, turning her nose around to examine it.

“Oh, I let you do it. I have more control over it. Basically I won’t fall apart unless I want to.”

“Cool.” I put her nose on the counter by her head, turning my attention back to her face.

“So, why did you want to remove my nose?”

“So I could fold you up.” I grinned, as I folded her face in half vertically. She let out a muffled yelp as her face folded in on itself.

“Ahh, my eyes are staring at each other!” She laughed, “I’m getting dizzy.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, I’ll just close my eyes. Keep going.”

I continued, folding the semi-circle of skin in my hands over, and over, until I couldn’t quite fold it anymore. I was left with a thick, compact square of skin, with Robin’s face somewhere inside it. Well, sans nose. She let out a muffled noise, but I couldn’t make it out at all. Her body walked up to me and took her face out of my hands.

“Oh, sorry. Is that uncomfortable?” I withdrew my hands.

Robin shook her head. Except it was her breast. That was quite a sight. She squeezed her folded up face tightly, and another muffled noise came from it. Then, she shook it out and unfolded it.

“That was something else.” She laughed, “Felt kinda nice, in the weirdest way, like a facial massage. But I want to try something else now.”

“Like what?”

“Like this.” She draped her face over the naked breast that had taken over her head and smoothed it out as it seemed to attach. “Now I have a proper boob head!”

“But you’re staring at the ceiling.”

“Yeah, this doesn’t really work.” She popped her breast free of her neck. “And my vision keeps jiggling.” She giggled, as she peeled her face off again. She set her breast down on the counter, picking up her head and reattaching her face. She then put her head back on her shoulders where it belonged. “There.”

“So, what, back to normal?”

“Well, I still don’t have my nose.” She laughed, “But no, not quite normal. That’s boring.” She peeled her mouth off, and picked up her breast once again, sticking it to her face where her nose and mouth went. She then stuck her mouth to her breast. As she laughed, her breast jiggled, hanging off her face.

“Nope, not normal at all.” I laughed with her.

“How’s about a kiss?” Robin leaned in, licking her lips. Closing my eyes, I graciously accepted. I clutched her breast closer as I kissed her deeply, and she let out a moan.

When I opened my eyes, I realized I was holding and kissing her disembodied breast. She had pulled away long ago, and was now holding her other disembodied breast. “I got tired of the uneven weight.” she explained. As if she needed an excuse. She reached into her pants, letting out another soft moan as she pulled out her detached vagina. She stuck it onto the back of her breast. “This is quite the toy.” She laughed, turning it over in her hands. I was inclined to agree. “I’ve always kind of wanted to…” she trailed off. “Give me back my mouth.” I tossed her boob to her, which she caught gingerly with her free hand. Immediately, she mashed her breasts together.

I stood there watching, awkwardly aroused by the girl eating herself out right in front of me. It wasn’t too long before she came, shuddering and dropping her breasts to the floor. She let out a small squeal of pain as they landed and one rolled to a stop by my foot. I picked it up, finding that it was the one with her pussy. As I stared at it, she snatched it out of my hands.

“No looking just yet.” her voice came from the floor where her other boob fell. She picked that up too.

“What, you’re fine with eating yourself out in front of me but I can’t see your bits?” I joked. Robin gave me a sideways glance.

“It’s different. I don’t want to give up the farm immediately, after all.” Robin teased.

“Well, you’ve got me pretty hooked already.” I smiled warmly.

Suddenly, a loud knocking came at the bathroom door. “HEY! What’s going on in there?! There’s a damn line!”

“Oh, crap.” Robin whispered, stuffing her breasts back into her shirt and grabbing her nose, haphazardly sticking it onto her face. “Quick, let’s leave.”

“Wait, your mouth.”

“Oh!”

As we stepped out of the bathroom, making numerous apologies (and earning a few disgusted looks by people who probably thought we were fucking in there), we quickly worked our way out back to the party.

“Hey, do you wanna bail? I’m not really that good friends with what’s-‘er-face anyway.” Robin suggested,  then lowered her voice to a whisper, “Plus one of my boobs wouldn’t go back on and it’s just sitting in my bra cup and it feels weird.”

“Yeah, sure. Your place or mine?”

“I didn’t drive here, did you?”

“Yeah. Mine it is then?”

“Works for me. Let’s go.”