This story contains the following themes:

* Divisions
* Sex (consentual)

You have been warned.

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"Push, Stacey."

There was a muffled moan from Stacey. Peter sighed. Back in Arizona, he had shoved Stacey's detached head into her vagina and sealed her in for the long car trip to California. That was early in the morning, and now it was lunchtime. Peter had restored Stacey's slit and was trying to coax her head back out, but it almost seemed like Stacey wanted to stay there.

"Stacey, if you don't help me out, I'll seal you in there forever."

Peter wasn't serious of course, but his irritation was obvious.

Stacey made a muffled acknowledgement. She spread her truncated legs and at last began to push. Peter grabbed Stacey's ponytail, which was hanging out of her vagina, and pulled gently to help her out. Stacey's vulva expanded impossibly to accomodate her emerging head and after a few moments of straining, Stacey's head fell out onto the soaked bedsheets with a plop.

Stacey coughed and spit out the thick fluid that was in her mouth and nose. Peter cleaned the mucous off her eyes and Stacey blinked a few times in the light, still gasping from the exertion. Both Stacey and Peter were soaked in the liquids from Stacey's vagina, as were the bedsheets that Stacey's abbreviated body was laid upon. Peter ran his fingers through Stacey's soaked hair to remove some of the excess liquid and then set her head down next to her body.

Stacey's breathing slowly returned to normal. "That must be what childbirth is like," she gasped.

"Nowhere close," replied Peter. "That would probably have been impossible without surgery. Of course getting you in there in the first place would have been impossible, too, and probably not very pleasurable without magic. Did you enjoy the trip?"

Stacey was just beginning to notice that she was not still in her apartment. "Where are we?"

"We are in Beaumont, California. It's lunchtime."

Stacey was silent for a moment. "Why are we in California?"

"We need to find Amanda. After college, she moved to Hollywood to become an actress, but became a magician's assistant instead. I told her about my idea of creating our own magic show and she wanted in."

"You've talked to her?"

"I emailed her. Unlike you, she's not afraid of computers. I mean, who doesn't have an email address nowadays?"

Stacey grinned sheepishly.

"Anyway, let's clean you up and get some food," said Peter, picking up Stacey's head.

In the bathroom, Peter washed Stacey's face in the sink with warm water and then set her next to the sink before going back out to get her body.

Stacey was silent, listening to the sound of the bathtub fill with water. The counter under her neck stump was very cold.

Stacey had dreamed of becoming an assistant for Peter since they did their first magic show together in in Mr. Harrison's acting course. She and Amanda had done a double-sawing act, much to the amazement of their other classmates, especially those that stopped afterwards to examine Stacey and Amanda's swapped lower halves. Those were good times.

After Stacey moved to Phoenix for work, she tried calling Peter's grandmothers house, but there was no answer; the line was disconnected. Without Peter, Stacey's dream was shattered, but now that they were together again...

Stacey's thoughts were interrupted when Peter grabbed her hips in the other room. Moment later, he burst in carrying Stacey's body under his left arm and holding several shampoo bottles in his right hand.

"Your hair is slimy," Peter explained.

Stacey nodded. The motion was enough to unbalance her head and it slid into the basin. Peter set the shampoo bottles next to the sink and set Stacey's head back where it was, left of the sink facing the bathtub.

Peter walked to the tub and shut off the water, and then lowered Stacey's lower body into the bathtub. Stacey squirmed a little as her body entered the water.

Peter stepped back and took off his damp shirt and pants. His underclothes were wet, too, so he stripped down completely. Stacey regarded Peter calmly. Peter grabbed a bar of soap and stepped into the bathtub, drew the curtains and turned on the shower. Stacey could feel the water raining down on her exposed butt.

After Peter was done cleaning himself, he knelt in the water next to Stacey's detached hips. He cupped one hand around her buttocks and lifter her partially out of the water, and then began using the soap to rub her down. Stacey, on the other side of the shower curtain, closed her eyes. Being rubbed down was very relaxing after the several hours of nonstop stimulation from when she was inside her own pussy.

It didn't take very long for Peter to finish washing Stacey's much reduced body and he emerged from the shower carrying Stacey's freshly washed hips. Peter grabbed a towel and dried Stacey off. He set Stacey's dried lower half on the counter to the right of the sink before turning the towel on himself. Even though he tried to hide it, Peter's arousal was very much apparent.

"Peter, dear, you look a little uncomfortable."

Peter blushed.

"I can help you, you know." Stacey licked her lips and blew a kiss at Peter. "Why don't you let me have a taste."

Peter thought for a moment. It had been a long drive and he was tired, but here was an offer he couldn't refuse.

Peter picked up Stacey's head with both hands. They kissed, tongues darting into each others' mouth. After a while, Peter pulled Stacey away and lowered her head to his groin. Stacey's still wet hair slapped against Peter's thigh, but neither noticed. Stacey stuck her tongue out and flicked the tip of Peter's erect member before drawing it back in. She opened her mouth wide and looked up at Peter imploring him to move her closer.

Peter moved Stacey's head closer and entered Stacey's open mouth. Stacey closed her lips around it and began massaging Peter's head with her tongue. After a few moments, Peter began pulling Stacey's head forward closer to his body. He stopped when Stacey's nose was buried in his sparse pubic hair, and his penis was partly in her throat.

Stacey's eyes were closed. She had an amazing ability to supress her gag reflex. Peter had no idea how she could still breathe with so much in her throat, but Stacey seemed at ease. Peter could feel Stacey's inhalations and exhalations and her occasional swallowing motions around his cock.

Stacey opened her mouth a little wider and snaked her tongue out and began licking the base of Peter's shaft, just above his scrotum. Peter closed his eyes in ecstasy. With Stacey still impaled in his cock, Peter began slowly turned Stacey's head until it was upside down. Stacey gurgled a bit. This was a new position for her, but after a moment, she managed to adjust and again teasing Peter with her tongue.

Peter knew Stacey could carry on like this for a few hours, but the lack of motion for him was agonizing, so he began thrusting Stacey's head back and forth on his rod, gently at first, but faster at faster. As the tempo picked up, Stacey found it harder and harder to manage until she finally choked on Peter's cock.

Peter, sensing something was wrong, pulled out and turned Stacey's head right side up. Stacey coughed and cleared her throat, and then in a slightly hoarse voice made a suggestion.

"Peter, why don't you bring my body back. It will be better for both of us. Also I miss my boobs."

"You're right," Peter agreed.

Peter hastily towelled off Stacey's hair and carried her head back out into the bedroom.

"How to bring you back..." Peter muttered to himself, surveying the room. "Hang on."

"Why don't you hang me on you?"

Peter looked at Stacey. Stacey winked and grinned. Peter smiled back as he caught the hint and once again lowered Stacey onto his cock. Once Peter had inserted himself all the way in, he let go of Stacey's head, and Stacey held on with her lips and throat.

Peter shuffled over to the bed and pulled a pillow out of its case and spread the case flat on the bed. He concentrated on the pillowcase, and despite the distraction of wearing Stacey's head around his dick, the pillowcase began to inflate. Once it was done, Peter pulled the pillowcase down a little to reveal Stacey's shoulders. He carefully pulled Stacey's head away from his groin and set it down on her newly appeared upper body, lining up the two halves of her severed neck.

Stacey's head joined to her body and the cut line disappeared. Peter laid Stacey down and pulled away the pillowcase to reveal Stacey's upper torso, complete with her navel and nipple piercings. Her hard brown nipples stood out against her full pale breasts and her toned, flat midsection ended abruptly a few inches below her navel, right at her widest point. The dips in Stacey's skin caused by tops of hipbones were faintly visible.  Peter stood for a second mesmerized.

"Peter, you've forgotten my arms."

Peter looked up and realized that Stacey was indeed armless. "Oops. I think there wasn't enough room in the pillowcase."

Peter put his hands on Stacey's shoulders and pulled her into an upright position. Stacey immediately leaned foreward and fell onto Peter. "It's okay, I don't need my arms for this," she whispered.

Peter lay back on the bed and maneuvered Stacey so that her body was between his legs and her head was level with his hips. Stacey took Peter into her mouth and began her work, occasionally looking up at the man she was pleasuring. It did not take long for Peter to cum. Stacey swallowed the load and cleaned up the saliva around Peter's shrinking erection. Once finished, she wriggled her way up Peter's body until she was in his arms. In that position, enjoying each others' warmth, they drifted to sleep.

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Author: spicedemon

November 30, 2012