https://www.furaffinity.net/view/46013678/

Two years ago Juno told her boyfriend that she was ready for one final body reduction: she wanted her head removed. Once she confided her plans, they came up with a method of communication for Louvian to talk to her after the fact. Similar to Morse Code, Louvian tapped out messages on her skin. In the months leading up to her final amputation, they practiced until she could repeat everything flawlessly and Louvian was confident she could understand.
With minimal muscles and no limbs at all, Juno had very limited responses. They figured out a similar strategy with her breath - one sharp breath out meant yes, two meant no. A series of breaths could spell out words, but her small size and reduced organs meant that she tired out before complex sentences could be completed. Full-on conversations were nearly impossible, but that didn’t matter. She was content in her isolated world of thought, her life simplified to only what she could feel on her skin in her immediate vicinity. The darkness gave her more time to think and dream. She reveled in the sound of her heartbeat and the rush of blood in her veins and knew she was in capable hands with a boyfriend like Louvian to care for her.
Today, Louvian came home from work and laid on the bed beside his girlfriend. “How are you doing today?” he tapped out above her left teat. She heaved a bit, then blew. “G-O-O-D.” Good. Louvian smiled. “What are you thinking about?”
“S-K-U-L-L.”
Her skull. Louvian looked over at the dresser next to the bed, where Juno’s snow white skull was mounted under a glass dome, a little brass plaque on its base with her name and a phrase in Latin: “Memento Vitae.” A thin line around the circumference of its top indicated where her brain was pulled out through a craniectomy to be implanted into her chest..
This was a request she made at the last minute while preparing the legal paperwork for her most dramatic reduction surgery; the clinic’s advisor asked her what she wanted to be done with her discarded body parts. With medical technology so advanced that cosmetic amputations were now normal, they were often donated for individuals who suffered some illness or tragedy. Already, her legs were put to good use on a puma who lost her own in a car accident. This time, with the question posed, she thought of something strange. Sitting on the desk, the armless, legless, belly-less calico cat smiled and told the advisor that she wanted her skull cleaned and preserved as a physical reminder of what she gave up to pursue her dreams. Louvian was supportive as always and afterwards took her out to pick out the case she wanted for it.
“How about some fun?” Louvian tapped, interrupting her memories. She blew once, knowing that he was asking for a boob job, and felt his hands gently grip her sides and lift her up, squeezing her around his cock. If she still had her head, she would be grinning ear to hear right now. Her boyfriend beside her, comfortable in bed, imagining how cool her skull looked displayed near her and how sexy she was herself as living breasts. Sometimes she missed the more intimate moments with Louvian but right now, life was good and she wouldn’t have it any other way.