“Can I tell you a secret?” Laila asked me, giggling nervously, cheeks flushed red. Whether it was from the alcohol or the embarrassment, I couldn’t say. Plus, I was pretty hammered myself.

“Of course, you can tell me anything.” I said, as straight-faced as I could.

“I… kinda have a crush on you.” Laila stammered.

That didn’t surprise me at all. I’d seen the way she stared at me sometimes when she thought I wasn’t looking. I giggled. “I know.”

She let out a squeak. “You… you know?”

“Have you seen the way you stare at me?” I laughed. She punched me in the arm. “Ow! Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I kinda like you too.”

“W… why didn’t you ever say anything?” she asked, face red.

“I… dunno. Never seemed like a good time.” I bit my lip.

“…you mean we could’ve been fucking this entire time and you never did anything about it?” she yelled, punching me again.

“Ow!” I rubbed my shoulder. “Stop that! I just… didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

“Awww!” she squealed, “That’s so sweet!”

“And besides, I… didn’t know if you wanted to come out yet.” I scratched the back of my head.

“Oh. Hm. That’s… considerate of you.” Laila giggled.

“What about you? You coulda told me something sooner, too!” I prodded.

“I wasn’t… sure you went that way.” She pouted. “Then you went and slept with Samantha, so…”

I looked away, sheepishly. “You know that was just a one-night kinda thing, right?”

“Well, I sure hope so!”

I laughed, “Alright… well… anyway. You owe me a different secret.”

“What?”

“I already knew that secret, so you gotta tell me a different one!” I grinned, poking her in the ribs.

“Ow!” she winced, “Well… I was gonna wait til’ after we’d gotten in bed, but I guess I can tell you now…”

“Wait, you actually do have a secret?” my eyes widened.

“I have magic boobs.” She said, attempting to look as serious as she could.

I glanced down at her admittedly magnificent chest. “Yeah, you do. But that’s no secret either.” I giggled.

Laila snorted in laughter. “No, I mean it. Um… okay, let’s go back to your place, and I’ll show you.”

“Y’know, you don’t need to make excuses to get me to lay you. I would jumped into bed with these babies any day.” I got to my feet, giving her boobs a quick grope as I did so.

She slapped my hand away. “You don’t believe me! Well… I’ll show you.”

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” I laughed, leading her back to my place.

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As we fell through the doorway to my tiny studio apartment, Laila eagerly hopped up onto my bed and began taking off her top. I quickly locked the door, and was about to pounce on her when she held up her hand for me to stop.

“Magic boobs.” Laila said, pointing at her breasts.

I stared at them for a moment, before meeting her gaze, which was surprisingly firm. She really was serious. “Alright, alright.” I relented, “What’s magic about them?”

Laila finally cracked a smile for the first time since I’d dismissed her. She cupped the underside of her boobs with her hands. “Well, first of all… they come off.” She lifted her hands, and to my amazement, her tits went with them. They came off of her chest, one after another, with a light ‘popping’ sound, and she placed them on the bed in front of her.

“You… wait, what?” I was confused. I stepped towards the bed. My first thought was that she had been wearing fake breasts, but her chest was now utterly flat, even devoid of nipples. I pet her chest, to confirm that she did, in fact, have absolutely no trace of boobs.

I reached down for the disembodied boobs now laying on my sheets, giving her a quick glance to make sure I was allowed to touch them. I picked one up. It was warm, soft, and definitely felt like a real boob. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s happening?”

“Magic boobs!” Laila insisted, “They’re mine. I can still feel you groping that one.”

I frowned, and squeezed the disembodied breast in my hand a little, tweaking the nipple. Laila let out a squeal, and I knew she was telling the truth. Her reaction was too genuine.

“Alright, alright, I believe you. You have magic boobs.” I finally said, sitting beside Laila, still clutching her one boob.

“Good!” Laila grinned.

“You said… ‘first of all’. Is there more?” I asked, curiously.

“Yeah.” Laila picked up her other breast in her hand. “My boobs can sorta… remove things.”

“Remove things?”

She nodded, and held up the boob in her hand. I watched as she flipped it around so that the ‘flat’ side, the part which would normally be connected to her chest, was on top. Holding her boob in her right hand, she firmly pressed the palm of her left hand onto its’ surface. Then, suddenly, something seemed to give way, and with a light ‘schloop’, her hand seemed to meld into her breast, disappearing into it.

My eyes were probably as wide as dinner plates, but Laila wasn’t done. She continued to press her left arm down, into her boob, and her arm just kept slipping further and further ‘in’, like her boob was some sort of pocket dimension. When her forearm up to her elbow had disappeared ‘into’ her boob, she switched up how she was applying pressure, and began pushing her boob up instead of pushing her arm down. She didn’t stop until she’d reached her shoulder.

I simply stared in amazement at Laila’s shoulder, from which her boob now hung off of, instead of her arm. She grinned at me. “See? Magic boobs!”

“I already believed you after you detached them.” I murmured, still in shock. “Where’s your arm?”

Laila shrugged, her boob bouncing up and down on her shoulder. Reaching up with her remaining hand, she plucked it off her shoulder, and deposited it in her lap. Her arm was still missing. “In my boob, I guess?”

I stared at her other boob, the one in my hands. I flipped it around, and hesitatingly prodded the back surface, a little worried that my finger might vanish into it forever. Then again, she wouldn’t have just erased her arm like that if she couldn’t bring it back, would she…?

I steeled my resolve, and pushed my hand in, the way I’d seen her do it. Yet despite having seen it once already, I was still surprised when my hand simply sunk into her breast, vanishing up to my wrist. I stopped, trying to feel my now missing hand. I could still feel it… it existed, in some way, just, in her boob. It felt… comfortable. Like my hand was just resting on a soft, pillow-y breast, which I guess, makes sense.

I looked up at Laila, who was grinning ear-to-ear at me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I was forced to admit. I even noted that I could feel Laila’s boob, as if it were my own. I tried to pull my hand out, but to my dismay, her breast simply popped off of my wrist instead, leaving me missing my left hand. “Oh.”

Laila giggled, “Whoops.”

“…yeah, whoops.” I muttered, staring at the stump of my left wrist. As with Laila’s shoulder, the place where my wrist had been was somehow, magically, I guess, covered in a layer of smooth skin, as if I’d been born without a hand. Also of note, was that I could still feel from Laila’s detached boob. “Um… you can get my hand out, right?”

“Of course!” Laila said enthusiastically, grabbing her boob from me. Holding it up to her empty shoulder, she pushed a little, and it popped on. She let go, briefly, to show that her boob was now attached to her shoulder, and I’d also noticed that I couldn’t feel from it anymore. Taking grasp of it once again, she pressed her index finger to her nipple, pushing down, and popped her boob off her shoulder once more.

And there, attached to her shoulder, as if it had always been there, was my hand. It waved at me.

“Wha… hey, you stole my hand!” I protested. I could no longer feel it, and guessed that Laila was now in control of it.

“Yep!” Laila chuckled, picking up her other boob, the one that her arm had vanished into. She offered it to me.

I hesitated for a moment before accepting it in my remaining hand. I shrugged, and popped it onto my wrist stump, pressed down on her nipple, just like I’d seen her do, and pulled it off. To my surprise, however, instead of Laila’s hand, I saw a long tube of flesh start to emerge from her breast. Dumbfounded, I continued pulling, until Laila’s entire left arm was attached to the wrist of my own.

My new, extra long limb, was quite heavy, and I let it drop to the bed. “What… the hell? I just wanted your hand!” I protested.

Laila had fallen over on the bed in a fit of laughter. “That’s not how my boobs work.” She said, in between giggles. “What goes in is what comes out.”

“…yeah, I get that now.” I frowned, staring at my doubly-long arm. It was twice as heavy as having a normal arm, of course, but it didn’t feel nearly that difficult to hold up. I guess I now have Laila’s arm muscles as well, so my arm could support itself. I curled up my arm on its’ three joints. It wasn’t very hard to control, either. I would’ve thought that it would be difficult to maneuver such a strange limb, but it felt like second nature.

I looked up to see Laila staring eagerly at me. “Having fun?” she asked.

“…well… yeah, I guess.” I blinked. “Don’t see actual magic too often.”

“Yeah.” Laila grinned, as she picked up one of her boobs.

“So, to sum up… your boobs come off, and when they’re detached, you can use them to put body parts into… then those body parts can be moved to anywhere or anyone else?” I asked, picking up her other boob with my extra-long arm.

“That’s about the gist of it.” Laila smiled happily, as she fondled her own disembodied breast.

“Alright, alright… so… I have one last question.” I said.

“Shoot.”

“…Why are your boobs magic?”

Laila giggled, and shrugged. “No idea. It’s just how they’ve been, ever since I hit puberty. After they grew to a certain size, I woke up one morning to find that they’d fallen off my chest.”

“That must’ve been panic-inducing…” I muttered.

“Little bit.” Laila laughed, “But, I found I could put them back on easily enough. They pop off a little too easily, for my liking, like when I’m rolling around in bed without a bra on; but, that’s also how I discovered the rest, when I accidentally got my foot stuck in one.”

“…Aha. So… then they don’t do anything else, do they?” I asked, curiously.

“If they do, I sure as hell don’t know it.” Laila shrugged, “And believe me, I’ve been trying.”

“Oh?”

“If you had magic boobs, wouldn’t you play with them every moment you could?” Laila said, sheepishly.

“…Oh.” That was a very, very fair point. “And I guess, you don’t have any other magic body parts, do you?” I asked, to be sure.

“Nope. Just my boobs.” Laila grinned, rolling one of them around in her hand.

Of course, I’d been doing the same with her other. We’d both been fondling her boobs throughout that entire little exchange.

“So… anything you wanna show me?” I asked, curiously.

Laila simply smiled, feigning ignorance. “What do you mean?”

I nudged her with two elbows. “Y’know. Any special tricks you have.”

“Well… they’re not really tricks, but I have a few things I really like doing…” Laila said, staring down at her lap.

“Show me.” I urged, poking her again.

“Well, alright. But I need my arm back.” She pointed.

“I dunno, I’m getting kinda used to this.” I grinned, flexing my mega-arm.

“It’s gonna be a lot harder to do this stuff with only one arm.” Laila pouted.

“Hm… take my other arm, then.” I suggested, holding my normal arm up for Laila.

“Really?” Laila asked, clutching her boob in unrestrained excitement.

“Sure, why not.” I laughed. Before I’d even finished, Laila already had her boob on my hand, pushing it in. She took my arm up to the shoulder clean off, and used her other boob to vanish my hand that she’d attached to her shoulder, before squeezing my arm out onto her shoulder.

“Hm… I’ve never had two right arms before, but this will work.” Laila said, flexing my, now her, arm. I’d noticed that she somehow managed to flip it upside-down, so that it would still face the same way as a left arm.

“Never?” I asked, curiously, “I thought you said you played around with this a lot?”

“Where would I get a second right arm?” Laila frowned.

“…oh, right.” I muttered. “Wait, does that mean I’m the only one who knows about your magic boobs?”

“…well… yeah.” Laila muttered, “So don’t go telling anyone, okay?”

“My lips are sealed.” I promised.

“Ooh, good lead in.” Laila grinned, as she picked up one of her boobs.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Watch, but uh… try not to freak out. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Laila said, reassuringly.

“Okay…”

I watched, as Laila pressed her boob onto her face. When she let go, her boob hung off of the front of her head, now taking up the entirety of her face. I simply blinked, rather impressed. I’d always thought her chest was nearly as big as her head, and it turns out, I was right. It was a lot easier to compare, now that the two were literally next to each other. Her one boob was almost as big as her entire head.

After a brief moment of showing off her new face-boob, she reached up and gently plucked the breast off of her head. As I’d figured, her face was now gone, vanished into her boob, and replaced with a simple surface of smooth skin.

“…nice.” I muttered.

Laila’s hand darted up to her face, seemingly groping it. It was almost as if… it was turning her on. She reached out and grabbed my arm, suddenly, and pulled me over so that I would rub her face too. Or her lack of a face. It was… remarkably soft.

“I guess you don’t need to breathe, somehow?” I asked, petting the smooth surface. She nodded. “And you can’t see, or smell, or speak?”

Laila shook her head.

“Oh, I get it. Sealed lips.” I chuckled. Laila gave a little nod as if to say, ‘yep’.

I thought to myself for a moment, still petting Laila on her ‘face’. I picked up the boob containing her face, before dropping it and picking up the other one, and popping it over my own face. As my senses went away into her breast, they were replaced with the warm, comforting feeling of ‘boob’. It almost, very vaguely, felt like motorboating, except without any movement, and my face was completely smothered.

I took a moment to enjoy that, before popping the breast away from my head, leaving me just as faceless as Laila was. To my delight, my ‘face’ was just as smooth as hers. But I had other plans. Blindly groping around the bed, I found the boob I was looking for, and placed it back onto my head, pressing the nipple to release the face inside.

I blinked, once again possessing eyes. My face felt different. It was different, it was Laila’s face. I had her gorgeous eyes, her cute little nose, her luscious lips. On my head. I grinned to myself. I hadn’t realized just how different using someone else’s face might be. Laila seemed to notice something was up, and had leaned away from me slightly. She held her hands up, palms up, as if to ask a question.

Not wanting to give away the game just yet, I pulled her hand towards my new face, to let her feel it. She shrugged. I guess she couldn’t really tell the difference. How could she, it’s not like she’d felt my face before. So much for that.

“I stole your face.” I declared, before being taken aback. I had Laila’s voice, too! I guess it came with her mouth.

Laila seemed to perk up at that. I think. It’s hard to read a faceless girl’s emotions. She definitely heard her own voice, at least. She didn’t seem to mind at all that I’d stolen her face. I guess it makes sense, since she wasn’t exactly using it at the time.

Laila slid up closer to me and pressed against my body. “You’re really into this, huh?” I chuckled, running my hand over Laila. She nodded vigorously. “You don’t even mind me stealing your face…”

Laila shook her head, and tore herself away from me. She pointed at her flat chest, then held out her hand. I could guess that she wanted one of her boobs, so I grabbed one and gently dropped it into her outstretched hand.

“Hey, do you ever lose track of which boob is which…?” I asked, frowning. “I didn’t have a face for like, five seconds, and I already forgot which one was which. How do you keep track?”

She simply shrugged. Guess that answers that.

“What do you do if you mix them up, then?”

Laila shrugged again. Hard to argue with that. I guess it didn’t matter? It was rather wild, to think that she might have had her boobs swapped on her chest. Then again, she could already swap anything she wanted, so, why would that matter?

She pressed the boob to her blank face and pulled it off. Unsurprisingly, it was the wrong boob, and my missing hand from earlier was now attached to her face. Laila shrugged, and vanished the hand back into the boob. I handed her the other one, and moments later, Laila had a face once more. It was very, very strange to see my own face on her head. Even stranger still, my face was on her head upside-down.

“Hi! Oh. Wow, I have your voice.” Laila said, “Oh, and you have my face, of course. That’s… so weird. It’s like looking in a mirror, but…”

“But upside-down?” I asked.

“Oh, right.” She giggled, “If you think about how you want to pop out the part while pressing down on my nipple, you can control how it’s rotated as it comes out.”

“Neat.” I smiled.

“Man, you smile really differently than I do.” Laila giggled, “It’s weird.”

“Yeah… watching you giggle with my face is… interesting.” I commented. “…and then it’s upside-down, too.”

“Right?” Laila laughed, “Man, I’m so glad you’re cool with this stuff. I was afraid you’d run away like I was some sorta weirdo.”

“Well… you’re definitely some sorta weirdo.” I laughed, “But you’re my weirdo.”

“Aww.” Laila smiled, sweetly. A smile I’d never seen on my own face before.

“So… you like being faceless, huh?” I asked.

“Uhh… yeah, sorta.” Laila blushed, looking away. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I was watching my own face make these alien motions. Especially upside-down. “It’s just… sorta relaxing… and… I’m shy, so… hiding my face is… nice.”

Ah, there’s the logical connection. I chuckled to myself.

Laila continued, “Honestly, I wouldn’t even have gotten a face back for now, if I didn’t wanna show you more stuff.”

“There’s more? I thought you said that’s it.”

“There’s a little more. It’s like the upside-down trick.” Laila said, eagerly.

“Alright, alright. Show me.” I grinned, eagerly.

“Okay!” Laila sat up excitedly, grabbing up the boob my face had come out of, the one that should now be empty. Stripping off her jeans, she began pushing her left leg into her boob. “I discovered this one when I was trying to pull out a part inside my boob, without attaching it first.”

“Wait, can you just pop disembodied body parts out of your boob?” I asked, trying to jump the gun.

“That’s what I was hoping, but no. It has to be attached first. Only my boobs themselves can be detached.” Laila explained, popping her boob off her left hip. She’d removed both of her legs right up to her pelvis, leaving her lower body ending in a sort of triangular shape.

“But, I was trying to do that. Holding my nipple down…” she demonstrated, pressing on her nipple, and shaking her boob about, “and trying to shake out a body part.”

“But nothing’s happening.” I commented.

“That you can see. I thought so too at first, but now…” Grinning ear-to-ear, Laila pressed her boob where her left leg would’ve been. “I took off my left leg last, so it should be first to come out, right?”

“Sure, like a stack.” I nodded.

“A what?” Laila frowned.

“Uh… it’s a computer science thing, never mind.” I urged Laila to continue.

Laila attached her boob, and promptly removed it. To my confusion, her right foot was what came out instead. Upon closer inspection, it was missing all her toes.

“Huh.” I muttered.

“See, if you hold down my nipple while shaking my boob about without connecting it, it shakes up everything that’s inside.” Laila explained, “So it completely randomizes what comes out next, and even breaks up larger body parts into smaller ones. Like, see, even my toes are now individual bits in here.”

“…interesting.” I said, “That’s… that doesn’t seem especially useful.”

“It’s not, but it’s fun, sometimes.” Laila grinned, “Like, if I’m bored, I can totally just rearrange myself at random, and see what happens.”

“And how often do you do that?” I asked, teasing.

Laila blushed and looked away. “A loooot.”

“Wow.” I exhaled.

“But… I kinda have a favor to ask you, now.” Laila mumbled.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’ve always wanted to see what it’d be like to just… go all the way inside my own boobs.” Laila bit her lip, “But I’ve never done it because… well, I wouldn’t be able to get out, after.”

“Hm… interesting.” I scratched my head. “Wait, but if there’s nothing of you left ouside your bo obs, what am I supposed to attach your boobs to, to get you out?”

“Um… oh, hm.” Laila frowned, “I hadn’t thought of that… Oh! Wait, duh. Attach it to my other boob.”

“Oh, right. That makes sense. I think.”

“So… will you help me?” Laila asked, pleading.

“What if something goes wrong, and you’re stuck in there?” I bit my lip.

“Uh…” Laila looked away nervously. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’ll happen. But if that does happen, and all that’s left of me is my boobs… well, at least I’ll be in good hands.”

I blushed, and looked away.

“Hey, that’s a look I’m more used to seeing on my face.” Laila giggled, nervously.

“Alright, alright…” I sighed, “Let’s get this over with.”

“Yes!” Laila pumped her fist excitedly. “Oh, thank you so much. This has been a fantasy of mine for… years, now.”

“Wow. Well… I’m glad I can help you, I guess.” I chuckled nervously.

“First things first, let’s get ourselves back to normal.” Laila said, handing me one of her boobs.

It didn’t take us very long to get ourselves sorted out, with all our bits returned to their usual places. It was a bit of a relief, to have my own face back, and to see Laila’s cute face again. Hopefully, after this, I’d still be able to see it. I stared, watching her strip out of the remainder of her clothes.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Laila said, crossing her fingers, holding one of her boobs to her feet. She stuck both in at once, and pushed. To my amazement, they both easily sank into her breast.

“You can do multiple things at once?” I asked.

“Yeah.” Laila giggled, as she wriggled her legs deeper. They were gone up to her knees, now.

Her boob wasn’t nearly big enough to slip around her thighs, and yet, it was working all the same. She was quickly disappearing, her hips sucked in without a problem.

“So, what do you want me to do once you’re in there?” I asked.

“Uh… gimme some time. I want to savor this.” Laila said, rather embarrassed, even as her boob slipped up her waist.

“Does it feel as good as you thought it would?” I bit my lip. I was rather curious, now.

“Mmm…” Laila simply moaned. Her bottom half had completely vanished into her breast now, and she showed no signs of slowing down.

I was getting a little aroused now, too, seeing how excited Laila was. It took some restraint on my part, to not drop my skirt and start going to town on myself. It helped that I was eager to see how this ended.

As Laila’s boob consumed the spot on her chest where it was supposed to be, her eyes shot open. “Oh, do the shaking thing, while I’m in there.”

“Wait, really?” I asked, “You’ll be all in a bunch of pieces.”

“Just do it.” Laila hissed through gritted teeth, surprising even me. “And come help me push, I’m gonna lose my arms, soon.”

“Alright, alright…” I smiled to myself, sitting beside Laila’s dwindling body. Grabbing ahold of her boob, I pushed up to help her along. She eagerly stuck her hands in, and soon, those too were consumed. “Man, there’s no space limit in there, is there.”

“Guess not.” Laila giggled, her boob now around her neck.

With a reflex, I popped her boob off, instead of letting it continue.

“No! Why?” Laila whined, her face squirming, as that was the only part of her left that could move. “I trusted you!”

“Relax.” I rolled my eyes, “Drama queen. I just want to put your head in your other boob, so it’s easier to pull out your important bits.” I went and grabbed Laila’s other boob.

“Oh.” Laila giggled, “Sorry, but I think my important bit’s already really deep inside this one.”

“Ha.” I grinned, picking up the one she was staring at, that now contained the majority of her body. “We’ll see about that.”

Pressing down on the nipple, I gave the breast a quick shake. Laila’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. “Wow, that good, huh?” I asked.

“Mm… being in pieces…” Laila muttered, “I just wish it would be possible outside of my boob.”

I didn’t want to tell Laila that I already had an idea planned, just in case it didn’t work. “So, ready to say goodbye to your head?” I brandished Laila’s other boob at her.

“Yeah.” Laila grinned, and I attached her boob to the back of her head, where her neck had been just moments ago. “Oh, and hey, feel free to do whatever you want to me while I’m in there.”

“Really.” I said, grinning, “I was going to anyway, but thanks for the permission.”

“Naughty.” Laila winked. “Get on with it.”

“Alright, alright.” I laughed, and pushed Laila’s head down. It was quickly slurped up into her boob.

I sat there in silence, for a few moments. The cute, shy, adorable Laila, who had just moments ago been a whole woman standing in front of me… was now reduced to her two, rather magnificent, breasts, lying disembodied on my bed. Still in awe at the bizarre event that had just transpired, I picked up Laila’s boobs, idly fondling one in each hand.

She really did trust me, way too much. We’d been friends for a long time, of course, but… she was basically putting her life in my hands. All that, just to get a kick off her fetish for her own magic boobs. I guess I had to give her that, it was pretty damn hot. I had to wonder if she’d ever motorboated herself… or eaten herself out. That was definitely within her power to do.

I wondered, now, if I could do those things to myself. It would be a rather easy task to plop one of Laila’s boobs over my lady bits, move them somewhere more accessible, and go to town on myself. And I’d always wondered…

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I wanted to focus on Laila, for now. She deserved my attention, if nothing else. And I wanted to make sure she was okay.

It had probably been enough time. I picked up Laila’s boobs, making sure to keep track of which one was which. I shook up the one with her head in it, because she’d probably have liked that. Now, I just had to hope that a piece of her head that could communicate would pop out first. I pressed her two boobs against each other, back-to-back, and pulled on the one containing Laila’s head, popping it off.

To my delight, one of Laila’s eyes had appeared, attached to her other boob. She blinked, or was it winked? She seemed happy, as far as I could tell from her single eye. Oddly enough, even though her eye was a socket, for all intents and purposes, it looked like had just been moved from her face to the back of her boob, socket, eyebrow and all. Almost like the whole eye was one single piece.

Hopefully, I was about to make her even happier. If I was right, that is. Her boobs could be attached and detached from any point on anyone’s body. So, if it was attached to say, a single eye… I slowly reached for Laila’s eye. Thankfully, she got the hint, and shut her eye tight. I held onto her eyelid, and gently pulled, as I pulled on her breast from behind.

I heard a quiet ‘pop’, and grinned. It worked. I’d detached Laila’s boob from her eye. I examined the small piece of flesh resting in my palm. Despite all logic, I wasn’t holding Laila’s eyeball, rather, it was like a flat piece of skin that housed her entire eye. Flipping it over on its’ back, it was just a flat piece of non-descript skin, like when she’d removed any of her other bits.

I flipped her eye over to look at it again, and she met my gaze. Her eye was quivering with excitement. I knew it, she loved it. I gently placed her eye propped up on one of my pillows, so she could watch, as I slowly and methodically popped out each individual piece of her body and detached it from the rest of her.

From her brief bout of facelessness, I could imagine that she’d want me to work with her body, first. So, I grabbed Laila’s other boob, and began extracting pieces of her. One of her hands came out first. It took me a moment to figure out that it was her left hand. It was a lot harder to tell when the hand had no fingers. I repeated the process of what I’d done with Laila’s eye, and easily popped her disembodied hand off.

I took great pleasure in popping Laila’s body into pieces, more than I’d expected to. It almost made me think I might had a sadistic streak, but really, I think, I just enjoyed seeing how much she enjoyed it. She couldn’t make much in the way of movement, since all her joints had been separated, but it was easy to tell. Every single piece of her that I popped out quivered with excitement and anticipation, as I laid them on my bed in the rough shape of a person.

I was over halfway done separating out her body parts when I came across a piece of Laila I hadn’t really seen until now, oddly enough, even though she’d been naked. I had other things on my mind, then. But now, here it was, right in my hands, wet and glistening.

As I separated it from her boob, I noticed it much resembled the way her eye looked. For all intents and purposes, it might as well have been a sticker made out of her pussy. Housing her quivering lips was a thin strip of skin and flesh. A quick flip showed that the back of it was just like any other division, blank skin.

I bit my lip. It had been pretty obvious before, but now, I could see exactly how aroused Laila had been this entire time. I didn’t even realize how close I was holding it to my face until I noticed I could smell her scent clearly. I looked up from the strip of flesh in my hands, to Laila’s single eye. She met my gaze, and I knew from that one look. She’d given me permission to do anything I wanted to her, after all. This… definitely counted. Earlier, I’d wanted to go down on myself, but now… well, this would do.

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Some time later, I finally finished getting the rest of Laila’s bits out of her boob. I shook it once for good measure, but nothing else would come out. Taking stock of the bed, I made sure every bit of her was accounted for. Except for her head, of course. Everything seemed to be in order. I nodded to myself, pleased. Now, to get started on her head.

The second piece of Laila’s head to come out was, conveniently enough, her mouth. I heard it before I saw it, really.

“Oh. My. GOD.” Laila panted, clearly out of breath.

I smiled. “Good?”

“That… this is amazing. I’m… oh, god.” She could barely string a sentence together.

“I hope at least some of that is due to my work earlier.” I pouted, stealing another glance at the disembodied pussy I’d been violating.

“I can’t hear you, by the way…” Laila said.

Oh, duh. No ears. I got back to work.

“But… my god. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?” Laila asked.

A rhetorical question, I guessed, since she couldn’t hear my response. I’d rather keep some secrets of my own, anyhow. I just smiled knowingly at her, as I popped out her nose.

“I’m in pieces. I’m actually in pieces!” Laila was nearly shouting. “My body came apart like some kind of cheap toy!”

I popped out Laila’s featureless head, and tossed it onto the pillow beside her eye and mouth.

“My gods!” Laila shrieked.

I was starting to worry the neighbors would hear. Finally, I popped out Laila’s left ear.

“Hi there.” I whispered into it.

“Oh, hi! Good, I can hear you.” Laila whispered. “And myself. Was I shouting loud?”

“Little bit.” I giggled, “But it’s good. That was kinda hot.”

Laila moaned. “I just… it feels so… mmm…”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I smiled, dropping her ear down in its’ proper spot on the pillow.

The rest of her head came out soon after, and finally, she fully existed again, despite being in many, many pieces.

“How… how many pieces am I in?” Laila asked.

“I can’t really count.” I frowned, looking over the bed. “A lot. More than a few dozen, though 20 of that is just fingers and toes.”

“Oh, gods. I’m like, a pile of human Lego.” Laila breathed heavily. “I’m sorry you had to do so much work.”

“Nah.” I dismissed her concerns, “It was… really fun.”

“Can you… I know it’ll make it harder to put me back together, but can you like, mix me up a little?” Laila pleaded.

“What do you mean?”

“Just like… swirl my pieces around. I want to be a literal pile of parts.” Laila said, sheepishly.

“Hmm… okay.” I grinned, getting to my feet. I pulled out the sheet Laila’s bits were lying on, and quickly tossed it into a bundle, wrapping Laila’s parts up inside, tossing in the pillow holding her head pieces for good measure. Giving it a good shake to mix her up, I let go, and let the pile of her fall to the bed.

“Oh, wow. Oh, man, I can’t… I can feel everything. It’s so much… I’m in so many pieces.” Laila moaned, her voice somewhat muffled from somewhere within the pile.

“Y’know, you’ve almost damned convinced me that I should try to pull myself to pieces too.” I commented.

“You totally should, it feels great…” Laila trailed off.

“Then who would put us back together?”

“Who cares?” Laila said, breathily. “You could leave me like this forever…”

“Jeez, girl.” I exhaled, “I know you’re getting off on this, but…”

That seemed to knock Laila back to her senses. “You’re… you’re right, sorry. I’m asking too much of you already.”

I laughed, “It’s okay, really. I’m kinda loving this too.”

“Can you try putting some parts of me back together?” Laila asked. “Try without my boobs, first.”

I fished Laila’s head out of her pile, and found one of her ears lying beside her foot near the outskirts of her pile. I tried simply pushing her ear into place, only to find it wouldn’t go back on.

“Guess we’ve still gotta use your boobs.” I giggled, digging through the pile of Laila to find one.

“That’s kinda what I figured.” Laila said, “Oh well. If you don’t mind, just put my arms back together. I can do the rest myself.”

“Sure.” I replied, as I wrested one of her boobs out from under her thigh.

It didn’t take too long to reassemble Laila’s right arm, and with the help of her arm, it took even less time to get her other one rebuilt. She clapped her hands together excitedly. “Hands! I’ve missed having hands. This is exactly why I never dared do this on my own.”

“I still don’t think I got your fingers all right…” I frowned. Some of her right hand fingers looked like they’d been swapped with left hand counterparts.

“It’s okay, really.” Laila insisted, “I’m used to being all rearranged, anyway. It’s just being in pieces that’s new.” She giggled.

“So, should we get the rest of you back together?” I asked, standing up.

“One moment.” Laila said, “In fact, close your eyes.”

“Uh… okay.” I guess it was my turn to trust her.

With my eyes shut, I felt something fiddling with my pants. Getting the picture, I decided to help her along, and pulled my pants down. Shortly after, my own panties were removed, and I felt a light pressure upon my crotch. I could guess what was happening. It didn’t take a rocket surgeon to figure it out. Soon enough, I felt a finger run down my lower lips, though Laila’s hands were nowhere near me.

“Just returning the favor.” Laila mumbled, as she went down on my now detached snatch.