Alice was still not used to her new roommate. Cynthia had just moved in less than a week ago. Alice had desperately needed one, since she had been getting less shifts at work. And Alice’s apartment was closer to Cynthia’s work. So, it was a mutually beneficial agreement. They got along amicably enough, for the most part. Cynthia respected Alice’s space, and Alice respected hers. They would be hard-pressed to call each other friends yet. And there was one aspect of Cynthia’s life that still didn’t sit quite well with Alice.

Cynthia worked as a “body sculptor”. She owned a little salon down by the boardwalk. Alice had heard of body sculpting before, but she had never been so close to someone who not only actively partook of it, but performed it. The only things she’d seen of body sculpting before now were a few images she could have sworn were Photoshopped. Pictures of people holding their disembodied heads in their hands, or with rearranged limbs. Alice had been convinced it was an elaborate hoax. After all, if such a thing were real, would she not see more of it in real life?

After coming home one night and seeing Cynthia’s disembodied head sitting on the couch watching TV, however, she had been forced to reconcile with her new reality. Every night now, she would have to brace herself upon returning home, to see what strange new shape Cynthia would be in.

Once, Cynthia’s torso had apparently vanished, leaving her head attached directly to her waist. Another time, Cynthia’s face was found on her belly, rather than on the front of her head. She had even found Cynthia sitting atop the kitchen countertop sporting four arms to cook dinner, but with her legs nowhere to be seen. Apparently, Cynthia had repurposed her legs as arms. According to her, ‘the mass had to come from somewhere’.

The thing that really got to Alice was how easy it seemed for Cynthia to alter her body. It seemed like she could just rearrange human anatomy on a whim. She refused to touch Cynthia, or let Cynthia touch her, lest her body be disfigured upon mere contact with Cynthia’s weird magic. Alice found herself caught in a strange mixture of morbid curiosity and constant trepidation.

Then one weekend, her curiosity got the better of her when she accidentally stumbled upon ‘Cynthia’s Sculpting Salon’ while she was shopping around the boardwalk.

“Alice!” she heard Cynthia’s cheery voice chirp, the moment she entered the door. “What a surprise to see you here!”

“Yeah… I was just in the area and… so, this is where you work, huh?”

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Trying something "new", that is, selling my content, here.

This is a 56 page (16k-ish words) work, along the lines of my usual stuff. It's all detachable/NBM here.

The preview is a little short, because I couldn't find a good hook to leave off on later on, so here's the Table of Contents as well, hoping to tickle your fancy:

Intro

The Salon

The Demonstration

The Customer

The Party

The Overkill

The Fuckbuddies

The Morning After

The Pussies

I hope you enjoy it and feel it was worth the money.