Kelly was not happy. This would be not only the first but also the last time she let Jake, her boyfriend of two years pick out her Halloween costume. She took partial responsibility for not reviewing his choice of costume earlier, but he should have known better than to pick anything with the word sexy in it. Despite the undeniable hourglass her figure cut, topped with luscious curves, Kelly was a serious person who abhorred anything remotely revealing. Unfortunately for her, she hadn´t taken the costume out of the bag until a half hour before it was time to go, leaving her little choice in the matter.
She was a walking billboard for dirty thoughts. A proper nurse´s outfit would not have a mini skirt, and would have covered her chest up to the collar bone. Instead, a stiff breeze would put Kelly´s black panties with pink hearts on full display, and a vulgar amount of her prodigious chest was visible from the front and both sides. Jake on the other hand was wearing a robe, cowl, and mask that covered him from head to toe. Kelly would have felt much better in a costume like that. Next year would be different she decided.
People they passed openly gawked at Kelly and she started daggers back at them. Kelly jabbed Jake with her elbow and muttered "You are so going to pay for this, Jake," after the third group of drunken frat boys nearly tripped over their tongues as they walked by. "This is so embarrassing."
"Babe, you´re the sexiest person I know," Jake said. "You´ve definitely got it. Why don´t you flaunt it?"
A car with the passengers hanging out all of the windows passed leaving a chorus of wolf whistles in its wake. "That´s why." Kelly said, fuming.
"I´m sorry babe," Jake said, "but I have the sexiest girl in the world at my hip and I want the world to know."
That mollified Kelly somewhat. "Fine. Next year you´re wearing this costume." She threatened.
Jake guffawed. "I don´t think I´d do it the same justice that you do honey," he said. Kelly giggled. Jake´s cellphone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket. The screen illuminated the creepy mask he wore as he read the message. "It´s Ryan, he´s wondering where we are."
"We´ll get there when we get there," Kelly replied. "If I go much faster than this, this costume will do nothing for my decency."
"You know how I feel about that," Jake replied. Kelly punched him in the arm.
Kelly recognized a few of the cars outside the venue of the party when her and Jake arrived twenty minutes later and her mood soured a bit. The wolf whistle car was there, as was the "Whachoodoin´" car. Kelly did not relish meeting those people when they were drunk. She hoped that she got drunk before she did. That might make them bearable.
The party was in full swing when they entered. There was much beer being drunk, loud music blaring and plenty of flesh on display. Kelly gladly noted that there were plenty of scantily clad females (and a few males) to distract from her. It made her feel like she stood out a little less and put her more as ease. A solo cup full of beer was pressed into her hand and its contents quickly found its way down her throat, and so began at the same time the most memorable and least remembered evening of Kelly´s life, and the lives of everybody there.
Kelly was having a great time with Jake. They were dancing to the thumping beat, though Kelly was a more restrained in her dancing than he was. She didn’t want to be the victim of a wardrobe malfunction. However much she attempted to keep herself contained though, she felt things slipping, but the music had taken her and she was unable to stop. After another beer she didn’t want to stop.
Six beers and an hour and a half in is when things started to go crazy. Kelly was the first victim. Her initial rapid consumption of the treated fermented hops beverage proved to be her literal undoing. She was lightly jumping to Jump Around by House of Pain when it happened. She jumped, but not all of her came down at the same time. She was used to some delay in the motion on her chest. You just get used to it when you have breasts as large as she did. Your body has its momentum and they have their own momentum. But just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you don’t notice it when it changes, and Kelly definitely noticed. There was a longer delay than normal in her breasts decent. Similarly at the bottom of her jump it felt like they jostled more than normal and there was a longer delay before they rose. She looked down as she rose and was astonished at the apex of her next jump when she started descending they kept rising; so much so that they lifted entirely out of the large scoop neck of her costume, which descended with her body.
Kelly absorbed the momentum of her bounce as her breasts started their downward journey, or she tried to anyway. There was a peculiar sensation across both her hips they bent along with her knees at the bottom of her bounce. One of Kelly’s loose and now falling breasts happened to land back inside her gaping costume; the other brushed it which started it tumbling as it fell below her chest.
In that brief time from initial discovery to her current state Kelly had been able to draw in a deep breath which she started to release in a sustained shriek, drawing the eyes of many but none that could help. Kelly continued her downward journey lower than she had expected. The weight of her torso had suddenly disappeared from her legs. With the force they had been bracing against suddenly absent, her legs straightened while her torso continued its descent.
Kelly’s perception of time slowed. ‘What the hell is happening to me?’ she thought ‘Did somebody slip me a roofie or something?’ she looked back up, her fear painted on her face. The only person moving was Jake. He was trying to move to catch her but not quickly enough. Everyone else was just staring dumbly. Her sheared off legs rose on either side of her as she fell between them, flipping up the short skirt and showing off the panties she had been worried about people seeing earlier. They were the furthest thing form her might now.
Her groin hit the ground first and not lightly, followed by her freefalling breast, which spread out on impact before resuming its rounded shape. Kelly’s torso, unable to balance on the strip that’s usually nestled between thighs and cheeks fell forwards and slightly off center. She swung her arms forwards in an attempt to catch herself, but that failed when her hands touched the floor and her arms sheared off at the shoulders the way her legs had come off her hips maybe a second earlier. Kelly was helpless to stop her continued journey to the floor.
Jake was just barely able to save a slim slice of the day. When he saw his girlfriend start to fall apart he was dumbfounded. When her breasts came off there was a moment of disbelief before he sprang into action. Everyone around him and Kelly pulled back when she shrieked, not him. He disregarded her breasts when her legs came off and moved to catch her torso, but was too slow. When her arms came off and her torso started to fall he did his best to stop it from happenning. The only thing he could do was to grab her by the head, which he did. It stopped her from hitting her head on the floor, but didn´t stop her body from falling. Instead he was left holding Kellys head while her torso continued its trip to the floor.
When Kelly shrieked the music stopped with a scratch. Now that she was in pieces there was not a sound, nor any motion in the venue. Her chest was heaving. She felt physically okay but was decidedly not. "Jake. What the fuck happened?" she asked. "What happened to me?" Panic tinged her voice.
Jake straightened up, his girlfriends head in his hands, still somehow breathing and talking. "I don´t know," he said. Onlookers started taking out cellphones to take pictures and videos. "I don´t know," he repeated.
"We have to go. Get me out of here," Kelly pleaded. Tears started to run from the corners of her eyes. "I don´t know where to go, but we have to get out of here. Get me to a hospital or something." Onlookers started to approach. A few dunken people, made braver than others with liquid courage, touched her legs and breast. "Oh god, I can feel people touching me," Kelly whimpered.
Jake looked up for Kelly´s head. "Hey, stop touching her!" He spun around, "Hey you, fuck off! Stop poking her tit! Goddammit! Somebody get a bag or table cloth or something. Fuck! Help! Don´t just stand there like idiots!" Somebody from the crowd threw a large cloth from somewhere into the circle as there was another shriek on the other side of the room.
Jake quickly collected Kelly´s parts on the large cloth as the scene rapidly descended into chaos. Almost all to females in attendance fell to pieces shortly after Kelly did. Jake didn´t stay. As soon as he had Kelly´s pieces together he picked up the cloth by the corners and staggered out down to the campus health centre.
Nobody knew what to make of the goings on that evening. An investigation found an unknown compound in half the kegs of beer. None of the women in attendance were ever able to be properly reassembled. There were a few hacks attempted with limited success, but not a single one was able to lead a normal life in just one piece thereafter. Kelly was one of the lucky ones. She at least knew where all her parts were. Some girls never got all their parts back, but they could feel them being poked, prodded, and used.
Police soon arrested the head of the chemical biology program after they found a vial of the same compund put in the kegs of beer. His incarceration was long not due to the nature of the crime though because there was little they could charge him with, but the volume made up for it. His chemistry was banned but was persued in underground and unlicenced labs. The genie was out of the bottle. His grand experiment ushered the world into a new era at the expense of the futures of couple of hundred female students. He never expressed regret at his actions, and ultimately died in prison.
Kelly was able to complete her law degree and pass the bar with assistance from friends and family, despite not being in one piece. She was able to do most things that she needed to online once her head was set up appropriately in front of a monitor and her arms near a keyboad and mouse. Without her body or legs she was fairly easily transportable and after graduating had a bag specially made for her assistant to bring her to her court dates. After a few years she and Jake got married. Their wedding was one of the rare times she was all in the same place outside of their home.
Kelly was able to work through three pregancies as she did not have the hinderance of a having to lug a large belly around, and feeding the children proved remarkably easy with detached breasts. They tried to make their family as normal as possible, but there was only so much that could be done. Kelly and Jake never lost the love that kept them together, though Jake sometimes did surprise her with some loving while she was prosecuting from time to time, however she could never stay angry with him.