This story contains the following themes:
Divisions
Rearrangements
Sex (consentual)
You have been warned.
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"Fuck. I forgot they cut my electricity" said Stacey to Peter as they
entered Stacey's tiny apartment. Moonlight shone through the open
window revealing a mess of clothes on the floor, some folded and
others not. A slightly damp towel from Stacey's shower earlier in the
evening lay curled on top. "Sorry about the mess. I'm planning to move
out of here soon."
"No worries," said Peter, carefully closing the door behind him.
"We're going to be on the road soon, anyway. I'll help you finish
packing. I'm just so happy to see you again."
Stacey began rummaging through a suitcase on her bed.
"What are you looking for?" asked Peter.
"A flashlight. It's too dark for anything in here."
"I have an idea," said Peter, stepping toward Stacey. "Look into my
eyes."
Stacey gazed for a moment into Peter's brown eyes and then
giggled. "Is something supposed to happen?"
"I don't know. Look around," Peter suggested.
It took a moment for Stacey to register what happened. "Whoa, it looks
like daylight in here. How did you do that? Don't tell me. It's
'magic' isn't it?"
"Of course," said Peter. "Gran taught me how to use my own magic
before she passed. It turns out the props we used in college weren't
magical artifacts or anything. I was doing the magic the whole time
and never knew it."
"Wow. Can I do that?"
"Nope. Magic seems to be mostly inherited. It's a little sloppier and
more complicated than that, but the short answer is no."
"Oh," said Stacey, disappointedly as she finished shoveling the last
of her clothes into an empty suitcase and set it on the bare mattress.
"I'm all packed and ready to go."
"Great." Peter started toward the door.
"Wait! We can't go yet. I'm *really* tired" said Stacey with a giggle
and yawned suggestively. She wrapped her arms around Peter. "Let's
stay here tonight."
Peter hesitated.
"Come on! Let's do some magic at least! I've really missed all the
cutting and rearranging. Please?" Stacey begged.
"Okay." Peter smiled. "Let's do it."
Stacey released her grip. "Yay! What should I do?"
Peter looked around then pulled the semi-damp towel out of the
Stacey's suitcase and shook it out.
"Hold still." He approached Stacey with the towel spread out.
"Wait," said Stacey. "I don't want to get my shirt wet." She slipped
off her T-shirt and then quickly undid her bra as well. She cupped her
breasts, left hand under right breast and vice versa, and gently
squeezed them.
"Ready." Stacey smiled at Peter.
Peter gulped. "Um... That's perfect stay like that."
Peter stepped forward with the towel and wrapped it around Stacey so
that it concealed everything from Stacey's neck to her hips, ending
just above the top of her jeans. Peter pulled Stacey's hair out from
under the towel and stepped back. "Are you ready?"
Stacey wriggled her toes in anticipation and smiled. "Yep."
Peter grabbed a corner of the towel and yanked hard. For a split
second, Stacey was still. Then her head began to fall; her
towel-covered torso had vanished.
Peter defly caught Stacey's head before it hit the smooth,
skin-covered top of Stacey's lower half. Stacey squealed, partly from
the impact of the catch, but mostly from surprise. With the sudden
changes, Stacey lost balance and her lower half fell over onto the
floor with a thud. "Uff!"
Peter set Stacey's detached head on the mattress with her left cheeck
down and went to gather Stacey's lower body while she was still
disoriented. He laid Stacey's legs on the mattress next to her head
and then raised her head to show Stacey his handiwork.
Stacey was in awe. The last few seconds had been very disorienting.
She was now a severed head in Peter's palm looking down at the lower
half of her own body.
"Wow," she breathed. "Peter, I haven't seem myself from this angle in
a long time. Take off my pants!"
Peter turned Stacey's head to face him and shot her a disapproving
look. Stacey batted her eyelids and smiled sweetly.
Peter returned her smile. "Okay, but first..."
Peter brought Stacey's face up to his and they locked lips.
Peter eventually set Stacey's head back down on the mattress. She was
flushed and a large wet area had appeared on her jeans. Peter undid
the button on the jeans and, after some struggle, managed to pull them
off, followed by her red thong. The area underneath was almost as red.
Peter ran his fingers down from the cut at Stacey's hips over her
neatly trimmed strip of blond hair and gently caressed the barely
exposed tip of her clitoris. Stacey shuddered.
"Take me, Peter. Take me now," Stacey moaned.
Peter picked up Stacey's head and attached it to the flat top of her
hips and lifter her abbreviated form. He spread Stacey's legs and
slowly entered her. Stacey wrapped her legs around Peter's body and
pushed Peter in deeper.
Stacey closed her eyes. She could almost smell her own sex just a few
inches below her face. Peter put his hands around Stacey's hips and
guided her body. After several minutes of passionate thrusting, they
climaxed, Stacey just moments after Peter.
After several seconds of post-coital bliss, Stacey uncrossed her legs
and Peter withdrew. Using the discarded towel, Peter mopped up the
mattress as best as he could. He also tried to clean off Stacey, but
the rubbing began arousing her again.
Peter could tell Stacey wanted more, even though he was spent. Then
inspiration struck. Peter pulled Stacey's head free from the flat top
of Stacey's bottom half and set both on the mattress. Stacey spread
her legs, inviting Peter to continue. Peter set Stacey's detached head
between her legs and guided her foreward toward her own dripping cunt.
Once her face was close enough, Stacey stuck out her tongue and
dragged it across her very wet vulva, pausing at the top to tease her
clitoris.
Peter continued pushing and soon Stacey's tongue was buried inside her
own vagina, her lips in contact with her labia in a very wet kiss.
Stacey was in escstacy and didn't realize Peter continued pushing.
Stacey's vagina expanded to accomodate her head. It wasn't painful,
and before she knew what happened, her entire head was inside her
vagina. It shouldn't have been possible, but it had happened. From
outside, not even a bulge appeared. Only Stacey's long blond hair was
left streaming out from her pussy, which shrank back to normal size
leaving her head no way back out.
Peter carefully guided Stacey into a standing position. She stood
unsteadily in the middle of the room, feet shoulder width apart with
her ponytail hanging between her legs, almost reaching her knees.
Stacey was shuddering with pleasure. Her hair swung back and forth as
she shook. The top of Stacey's ponytail where it disappeared into her
cunt was already wet with her vaginal juices.
Peter stood back and admired his work. "Hmm. Can't have you making a
mess in the truck," he muttered. Peter reached down and coiled the
ponytail around his fingers until he reached Stacey's moist
vulva. Peter pushed the coiled hair into Stacey's already very full
vagina and then laid his hand across her slit. When he removed his
hand, Stacey's opening was gone, replaced with smooth skin, flushed
red from the excitement going on within.
Peter laid Stacey on the bed once more and wrapped the towel around
her lower legs, vanishing them one by one. The only part of Stacey
still left was the region between her top of her hips and the middle
of her thighs.
Peter put the towel and Stacey's discarded clothes in the last
suitcase and zipped it up. He picked up the suitcase with one hand and
Stacey's tiny body with the other and exited Stacey's apartment. It
was almost dawn and the sky to the east had begun to brighten in
anticipation of sunrise. It would be a long drive down I-10 to Los
Angeles, but it would be worth it if they could find Amanda.
Peter tossed Stacey's suitcase onto the passenger-side of the truck's
cabin and set what was left of Stacey in the passenger seat. Peter
started the engines and kissed Stacey on the flat area where her pussy
used to be. Stacey's muscles contracted briefly in acknowledgement.
Stacey was in bliss. Her head was completely sealed inside her own
vagina and any move she made, however limited, brought her more
pleasure. It was very wet inside, but Stacey could breathe easily and
was quite comfortable. Even though her clit was inaccessible, her
outer cervix was within reach of her tongue. Stacey could bring
herself to orgasm just by licking it. The following six hours were the
time of her life.
Author: spicedemon
November 28, 2012