This story contains the following themes:

* Divisions
* Sex (consentual)
* Foot fetish

You have been warned.

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It was dark when Stacey woke up. She was in a hotel room with heavy curtains drawn against the window. Incandescent light spilled into the room from the bathroom where her lower half (sans legs) lay forgotten on the counter. She could feel the smooth, cold artificial stone against her butt. It was uncomfortable, even though she was very warm under the covers with Peter, who was behind her, still sleeping, with one arm draped over her body.

Stacey tried to stand up, but without arms, she only succeeded in wriggling around in Peter's loose embrace. In the bathroom, Stacey's hips rotated into a sitting position and brought her pussy in contact with the cold counter. Stacey helped in surprise, disturbing Peter in his sleep.

Stacey really needed to use the toilet, but in her current state, she wouldn't be able to accomplish much. Rather than leave a mess on the counter, Stacey decided it would be better to wake Peter. It took a bit of effort without arms, but eventually Peter woke up.

"Peter, I really need to pee. Can you put me back together for a bit?"

Peter looked at Stacey with bleary eyes. "What? Why can't you..."

The events from that morning came back to memory "Oh. Right." He sat up in bed and pulled the covers away from Stacey's armless upper half. She was on her stomach and naked, the beautiful curves of her back on full display. Peter ran his palm down Stacey's spine.

"Hurry up, Peter. I really have to go." Stacey rolled over onto her back to face Peter.

Peter grabbed Stacey by the waist and carried her into the bathroom. Stacey's lower half sat up as they entered and Peter lined up the cuts on Stacey's hips before setting her down. The two pieces joined and the line between disappeared. Peter lifted Stacey's limbless torso and set her down on the toilet and retreated to the bedroom give Stacey time to unload.

Like Stacey, Peter was naked from before their nap. His clothes from that morning were stiff from Stacey's dried vaginal juices, so he pulled some fresh ones out of his suitcase and got dressed.

Stacey, however, had been naked the whole time. When they arrived in Beaumont, Stacey was nothing but an unclothed pair of hips. Peter had snuck her into the room in his mostly empty suitcase. The rest of Stacey had appeared while they were in the room.

Well, not quite the rest of her. Stacey was still missing her arms and legs, and it was time to bring them back. Peter closed the suitcase and concentrated on it. When he opened it again, Stacey's lower legs, cut just a few inches above the ankle, had appeared inside. The suitcase was too small for the entire leg to fit in one piece.

Peter grasped each foot by the ankle, lifted them out of the suitcase, and set them on the bed. Each cut was covered by a smooth flat piece of skin. Stacey's toenails were covered in chipping pink nailpolish and an almost invisible vein snaked its way across the top of her right foot, disappearing near her ankle. Alerted by the return of sensation in her feet, Stacey wriggled her toes. The tendons in her foot stood out as she flexed.

Peter picked up Stacey's right foot and began to massage her sole with his thumb. He blew between her toes and heard Stacey giggle in the bathroom. After a few minutes of massaging, Peter raised Stacey's foot to his mouth and licked the space between her big toe and the others, then stuck his tongue into each of the four spaces, coating Stacey's toes with saliva. He licked the tops of Stacey's toes and then raked his tongue down her sole. In the bathroom, Stacey laughed uncontrollably from the tickling sensations. Peter kissed Stacey's ankle and set the foot down on the bed. He picked up Stacey's other foot and repeated the treatment.

Once both of Stacey's feet were wet, Peter undid his pants and pulled out his engorged manhood. He put the soles of Stacey's feet together and slid himself into the gap formed her two arches. Stacey wiggled her toes in consent. Peter rubbed Stacey's feet together around his cock and began thrusting. He came onto the top of Stacey's left foot.

After cleaning himself up with some tissues, Peter went back to his suitcase to fetch Stacey's knees. Stacey called Peter to let him know that she was finished using the toilet just as he pulled out the middle section of Stacey's legs. Peter hastily tossed the new pieces onto the bed and repeated the suitcase trick to bring back Stacey's arms. They were small enough to appear in the suitcase in one piece.

Peter entered the bathroom carrying Stacey's arms, lower legs, and feet, still covered in semen. Stacey was still seated. With no arms and truncated legs, she was unable to stand up on her own. Peter lined up the cuts just above Stacey's knees and made the division disappear. He then reatached her arms at the shoulder. With her arms in place, Stacey grabbed her detached feet and lifted her left foot to her mouth. She looked up at Peter and hungrily lapped his spilled seed off her foot with her tongue.

Peter left Stacey to finish cleaning herself up and went outside to his truck to fetch some clothes for Stacey. It was already very late in the afternoon and neither Peter nor Stacey had eaten anything since last night at the bar.

Peter randomly picked one of Stacey's suitcases and went back into the hotel room. When he returned, Stacey was sitting naked on the bed. She stood up and smiled as Peter entered. Peter handed Stacey her suitcase. Stacey set it on the floor and wrapped Peter in a tight hug.

"I had the best day ever, Peter." Stacey stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "I love you."

Peter returned Stacey's embrace. "I love you, too."

After a few minutes of quiet romance, Stacey got dressed and they walked in silence down the access road to the nearby fast food restaurant for dinner. While not the most romantic venue, it was technically Peter and Stacey's first date since they were in college.

After a quick dinner, Peter and Stacey wandered back to their room, the setting sun warm on their backs. They packed up their clothes and Peter checked out of the hotel. He and Stacey got back into Peter's truck and they got back on the highway just as the sun disappeared below the horizon. Off to the west, Hollywood beckoned.

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Author: spicedemon

November 30, 2012