Saturday afternoon

Cassie closed the door behind her and headed up the stairs to Susan’s bedroom. She placed the axe and the bag she was carrying on the ground and shrugged off her coat, hanging it in Susan’s wardrobe. “Ah, it feels good to be naked again. You know, I’ve really grown fond of this whole nudity thing. It feels so… free. Ugh, I’m not looking forward to Monday. Stupid school and their dress code. I don’t suppose there are any clothing-optional schools around here?” She reached into the bag and grabbed the end of Susan’s spine, holding up her arm so she was face to face with Susan, albeit that Susan’s face was upside down. ‘Not that I know of. Now would you please be so kind as to put me back together again?’ Cassie raised her eyebrows. “And why would I do that, Humpty Dumpty?” Susan hadn’t anticipated that question. ‘I– Uh… Hey! I put you back together after I chopped you up!’

“Yeah, and I put you back together this morning. So we’re already even.”

‘Oh, come on. Pleeeeaaaase?’

“No.”

‘Pretty please?’

“You’ll have to do better than that.”

‘Pretty please with sugar on top?’

“Still not hearing a reason.”

Susan mentally sighed. Then her face lit up as an idea struck her.

‘Hey, you want to be taller, right?’

“Yeah…”

‘How about I let you borrow my legs?’

“Uhm, I already did. Yesterday, in fact. Remember? I guess cutting up your brain had some side effects after all.”

‘Yeah, yeah, I remember. But yesterday all you did was replace your own legs with mine. What if instead you used my legs as an extension of yours?’

Cassie’s eyes went wide. “Oooh, I like that. Okay, deal.” She tossed Susan’s head on the bed and started fishing Susan’s legs out of the bag.

‘Hey, at least give me an arm so I can do something besides lie here.’

Cassie tossed an upper and lower arm next to Susan. “There you go.”

‘Ha ha. Now how’s about attaching them?’

“Geez, you’re so demanding. I don’t know why I put up with you.”

‘Because I can make you cum like a fire hose?’

Cassie giggled. “Well, there is that. Fine, come here.” She sat down on the bed and connected the two arm segments to Susan. “There. Happy?”

‘Ecstatic,’ Susan deadpanned.

“Now can I go play with my new limbs?”

‘Knock yourself out.’

Cassie removed the box with the chainsaw from the bag and opened it. “Might as well break this thing in. Let’s see… ah. Quick instructions…” As Cassie was busy reading the manual, Susan dragged herself over to the bag containing her other parts. Carefully lowering herself down from the bed, she managed to reconnect her other arm, after which restoring the lower half of her spine and her pelvis was much easier. She looked over at Cassie, who had finished reading the instructions and plugged in the chainsaw’s power cord. She turned the dial and the chainsaw whirred as it came to life. She lopped off her foot in a single stroke. “Wow, this is so much easier than doing it by hand!” she shouted over the noise of the saw.

‘Yeah, definitely. But if you don’t mind, I’m going to go put some meat on my bones.’ Cassie waved her away, already lining up the saw to cut off her other foot. Walking on her hands to the bathroom (she was getting quite good at it too, if she did say so herself), Susan tried to sit down by the bathtub. ‘Tried’ being the operative word, because as soon as she raised her hands off the floor she fell forward, her face smashing into her pelvis. ‘Good thing I no longer feel any pain,’ she thought, ‘or that might’ve hurt.’ She started lifting herself up, but stopped when she got a good look at her hip bones. Her current state did present an interesting opportunity…

Pulling herself up by the edge of the bathtub, she let her arms hang down the inside and the rest of her down the outside so that she could keep herself in place. She started rummaging through all the organs and other pieces of flesh that covered the floor of the tub until she found what she was looking for: her pussy and her uterus. She let herself back down to the floor, connected the two together and placed the entire contraption back between her legs (or lack thereof) where it belonged.

Grabbing the lower half of her spine, she bent it into a U shape as she pulled her hips towards her face until her pussy was just an inch from her mouth. While she was pretty flexible, she had never been quite limber enough to do this while she was still in one piece (which she knew from experience), but now it was a piece of cake.

She darted out her tongue and softly licked her own labia. She closed the distance and pressed her two sets of lips together in a soft kiss before running her tongue along her folds, a jolt running up her spine when she brushed her clit. Needing more stimulation, she dove in, spearing her tongue into her pussy, and started to eat herself out in earnest. She lapped at her pussy, occasionally biting her labia and her clit. She blocked out everything but the feeling of her face pressing into her groin. Pulling back for a second to breathe, her face absolutely drenched in her own juices, she noticed her uterus lazily hanging down, her ovaries swinging back and forth.

Susan caught one between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. The idea of sucking on the very core of her femininity was mesmerizing. She ran her tongue all around it before letting it pop out of her mouth. A thin strand of saliva bridged the gap between the ovary and her mouth. She sucked it back in and pulled back a little, stretching the fallopian tube. God, how she wanted to just bite off her ovaries and swallow them. But she couldn’t. It would be destroyed by her stomach acids and as much fun as it would be, she didn’t want to ruin her chances of ever having children. Except… her stomach wasn’t connected right now; it was lying in the bathtub with the rest of her organs. Susan bit down on the end of the fallopian tube closest to the uterus and tore off the small organ. She savored the taste, swirling the small morsel all around her mouth. She made sure not to squash it between her teeth, lest she damage it too much. Once the organ had lost its flavor she swallowed it. A few seconds later, it fell onto the ground from the hole at the bottom of her neck.

She pressed her lips together tightly over her other fallopian tube and pulled back. It stretched quite a bit before tearing through in the middle. Susan flattened it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth before swallowing it. She still hadn’t come, though. And her tongue and teeth just weren’t getting the job done. She drew back and, holding her spine in place with one hand, roughly shoved the four fingers of her other hand into her depths, using her thumb to rub her clitoris. When she tried to insert her other hand as well, however, she ran into a problem. Without anything to hold it in place, she only succeeded in pushing her hips further away. Susan groaned in frustration. If only there was some way to stabilize her pelvis so she could–

She looked at her spine. If it weren’t so long she might actually be able stabilize it… Grabbing her spine just above her pelvis with both hands next to each other, she sharply pulled them in opposite directions, severing her spinal cord. She did the same about halfway down her spine and removed the middle section before reconnecting her pelvis. She figured that while she was at it she might try some anal fisting as well, so she reconnected the skin of her lower torso, filling up the holes where her legs used to be with some other patches of skin, before tearing off a length of her large intestine and using it to connect her throat to her asshole. For added stability, she put a few ribs back in place and completed re-skinning herself. Pulling herself up onto the bathroom sink, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Her torso was now only half as long as before, reaching down to her elbows. Her hips were completely smooth, revealing no sign that there had once been legs there. She now consisted of nothing but a head, a pair of tits, her pussy and asshole and a set of arms; almost like a living sex toy, which suited her just fine. She lowered herself back down and got comfortable on the floor. With one hand she started massaging her left nipple as her other hand started fingering her pussy. Finger after finger disappeared into her hole until she was fisting herself. The angle was a little awkward at first, but things got better as she sank deeper and deeper, until her hand entered her womb and her elbow reached her labia. With one forearm completely embedded in herself, she stopped playing with her breast and tries to squeeze her other fingers into her vagina as well.

Her second arm encountered a lot more resistance, but she managed to proceed inch by inch until both of her arms were embedded up to the elbows. Just as she was considering how she is going to properly fist herself (her current position not allowing for a great deal of maneuverability), the door opened. Cassie, who was considerably taller now that she had inserted Susan’s lower legs between her feet and her own lower legs, ducked down to fit below the door frame and said: “Hey Susan, I think I’ve gotten the hang of walking around like this. Watch!” She demonstrated by walking up and down the hall a few times while Susan watched. She was still a little wobbly, not having quite adjusted to having two knees in each leg, but she could get around without falling over.

‘That’s great, but I’m kind of in the middle of something,’ Susan thought distractedly. “Oh yeah? What are you doing, shorty?” Cassie giggled at her friend, who was now a good four feet shorter than her. ‘Isn’t it obvious? Come on, make yourself useful and lend me a hand.’ Cassie knelt down in front of Susan, something she clearly hadn’t practiced yet. In the end, she settled on sitting down in a position that resembled Indian style, save for the fact that because of her extra leg segments she had her feet tucked under her ass. “I’ll do better than give you a hand. I’ll give you two.” She put the palms of her hands together, fingers outstretched, and placed her fingertips against the ring of Susan’s asshole. “Now relax or this’ll take forever.”

Susan tried to relax her lower body as much as possible, but it still offered up plenty of resistance as she was being stretched wider than she ever had been before. But Cassie was determined, and after a few minutes she had managed to work her hands in up to the wrist. Not satisfied with that, she continued her assault. As Cassie’s arms reached further and further into her, Susan got hornier and hornier. She loved feeling this full. Cassie gave a final push and Susan marveled at sight of four arms being stuffed into her up to the elbow. “What do you say, Susan? Are you ready to come?”

‘Do you even need to ask?’ The two girls started pumping their arms in and out of Susan as best they could. Susan couldn’t move hers more than an inch or two due to her position, and the tight fit made it impossible for Cassie to build up any kind of speed, but the combined girth of their arms was more than making up for the lack of speed or stroke length. Though she couldn’t make any actual sounds, mentally she was moaning loudly, urging Cassie to make her come.

Cassie obliged by lowering her head to Susan’s pussy and sucking hard on her clit, pushing Susan over the edge, her muscles clamping down hard on the four invaders. When she regained some semblance of coherence, she tried removing her arms from her depths, only to be stopped by Cassie, who held her elbows with one hand. “Not so fast, little one. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t take advantage of your current position?”

‘A good one?’ Susan tried, knowing it wouldn’t dissuade Cassie. “Precisely. And we can’t have that now, huh doll? We both know bad girls have much more fun than good girls. And speaking of dolls…” Keeping Susan’s arms trapped with her one hand, Cassie inserted her other back into Susan’s rectum. It was still loose from its previous stretching, so it only took a few seconds for Cassie to insert her whole forearm. Once she had done that, she sat Susan upright on her knee, the arm that she was impaled on preventing her from falling over. “… I’ve always wanted to do a ventriloquism act.”

‘Seriously? You’ve got a naked girl completely at you mercy and the best thing you can come up with is ventriloquism? Did somebody replace my best friend with Jeff Dunham while I wasn’t looking?’ Cassie ignored her and spoke in a high-pitched voice while keeping her jaws closed, though her lips still moved a little: “Hi Cassie, I’m Susan and I’m happy to be here.”

“Hello Susan,” she replied in her own voice, “did you know that last week I saw a ventriloquist without a mouth?”

‘Oh lord,’ Susan sighed.

“But Cassie, how did he do his act?”

“He was talking out of his ass!”

Had Susan had an arm free, she would have facepalmed.

“Haha, you are so funny, Cassie, did you–”

“Hold on,” Cassie interrupted herself, “this doesn’t look all that convincing when your mouth isn’t moving. Could you move your mouth when I talk for you?”

‘Not a chance.’

“Oh come on Susan, don’t be mean. How often am I going to get a chance like this?”

‘If that’s your best material, probably never.’

“Fine, have it your way. If you’re not going to move your mouth, I’ll just have to do it for you. After all, that’s how real ventriloquists whose puppets aren’t alive do it.” Cassie laid Susan across her knees and started pressing her arm further into Susan again, aiming to reach up into her mouth so she could move Susan’s jaw manually. Slowly she plunged ever deeper until Susan felt fingers tickling her throat. Try as she might, though, Susan’s throat was just too narrow to admit Cassie’s whole hand. Disappointed, she withdrew her arm from Susan.

She pouted as she looked at her hand, cursing whoever designed the human body for making throats so small and hands so large. Her expression suddenly brightened as that last thought gave her an idea. After repositioning Susan so she could keep her trapped using only her legs, Cassie grabbed the pinkie of her right and snapped it sideways, causing it to stand out from the others at a 90-degree angle. Grabbing it again, she managed to tear it off completely, taking part of her hand with it. Figuring that still wasn’t enough, she tore off her ring finger and another chunk of her hand as well, which was now a little over half its original width. She considered removing her middle finger as well, but figured that would give her less control to move Susan’s mouth.

Cassie thrust her arm back into Susan’s asshole and this time she managed to work her narrowed hand through her throat and into her mouth. She could no longer sit Susan upright because her elbow, along with half of her upper arm was embedded in Susan, but it would have to do. She pressed down on Susan’s lower jaw, which caused her mouth to open. Once she released the pressure, however, the mouth stayed open, as Susan had no intention of being cooperative. Cassie rolled her eyes and wrapped her fingers around Susan’s tongue. Pulling it upwards caused Susan’s mouth to snap shut with the click of her teeth banging together. Delighted at having gained control over her rebellious puppet, Cassie continued with her routine.

“Hey Susan, do you know why you couldn’t be a ventriloquist?”

‘Let me guess, because I’m a dummy?’

Cassie made Susan’s mouth open and close repeatedly as she replied in her dummy voice: “No Cassie, tell me.”

“Because you don’t have the stomach for it!” she said, poking Susan’s empty belly for added effect. Susan gave her a level look. “Get it? Because ventriloquist means stomach-talker?”

‘Boo! Get off the stage!’

“You just don’t appreciate comedy,” Cassie sulked.

‘Oh, I appreciate comedy just fine. But your so-called jokes are a tragedy.’

“Bite me.”

‘Whatever. Anyway, this is boring. Let’s get back to something interesting. Hey, since you already have your arm all the way up there, how’s about going a little further and running me all the way through? I want to see what that feels like.’

“Sure, why not?” Raising her arm, and consequently Susan as well, into the air to let gravity aid her, she started pulling down on Susan’s shoulder with her other hand to try to force her arm further up Susan’s ass. Susan tilted her head back, and after a while she could see the tips of Cassie’s fingers appear beneath her nose. Just a little further…

When she felt that Cassie’s knuckles were just about to exit her mouth, she bit down as hard as she could, shaking her head left and right to tear through Cassie’s index and middle finger and the first digit of her thumb, which fell to the floor.

“Hey! What was that for?”

‘Just making sure that after this we don’t go back to the lame puppet act,’ Susan laughed.

“When I said ‘bite me’, I didn’t mean it literally. Let’s just make sure you can’t do that again, shall we?” Pulling on her bottom lip with her free hand, Cassie opened Susan’s mouth a little. She managed to jam in four fingers and hooked them around her bottom teeth to get a good grip. Pulling with all her might, she forced Susan’s mouth open further and further, despite her resistance. Finally, however, she reached a point where she could no longer overcome both the natural limits of how far Susan’s jaw would open and her efforts to bite off Cassie’s other fingers too. She needed something to distract Susan, which presented itself in the form of Susan’s pussy, which was now right in front of her mouth. She let off the pressure a little, which gave Susan the upper hand in their tug-of-war.

‘Getting tired, Cassie? Say goodbye to your fingers!’

“Hardly,” Cassie replied, “But you can say goodbye to your clit!” She bit down hard on Susan’s sensitive bundle of nerves. She wasn’t going to bite it off, but it did produce the desired effect: Susan’s jaw dropped at the unexpected move. Cassie chose that moment to pull as hard as she could. Susan’s cheeks started tearing open from the corners of her mouth as it was opened unnaturally wide. Just for good measure, Cassie gave another good yank and tore Susan’s jaw off completely.

With Susan’s jaw now out of commission, Cassie was free to continue forcing her arm further into Susan. Still keeping her arm aloft, she pulled on Susan’s shoulders to speed her slow descent. After a minute or two, Susan’s pussy lips finally reached her shoulder. She was completely impaled on Cassie’s fingerless arm, which by now was getting pretty tired. Cassie lowered her arm, turning Susan upside down.

‘Woah, head rush! This does feel pretty good though. I don’t suppose you could do me a favor and help me come again?’

“Well, I suppose that despite your attitude I do owe you for playing my dummy.” Since Susan’s pussy lips were stretched tight around her arm, the only thing Cassie could really focus on was her clit. She started licking it, occasionally giving it a light nibble or even a harder bite. It didn’t take long for Susan to build up to an orgasm.

‘Keep it up Cassie, just… a little… more…’

Cassie continued a little longer until Susan was right on the edge. Placing her free hand against Susan’s pussy next to her arm, she pushed hard while pulling back with her other arm. In one swift stroke she had pulled her arm completely free of Susan, who didn’t even feel her head hitting the bathroom floor, lost in ecstasy as she came. Once she had calmed down, she sat up against the side of the bathtub, hooking one arm over the edge for stability. ‘Wow, that was amazing. Now it’s your turn.’

“Oh yeah? And what are you planning to do, pint size?”

‘You’ll see. For now, how about a kiss?’

Cassie moved over and leaned in to kiss Susan. Before they could lock lips, however, everything went black as Susan grabbed Cassie’s head and slammed it hard against the edge of the tub.

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Cassie woke to find herself lying on Susan’s bed; naked, but in one piece. Her legs had been returned to their normal length. She tried moving them, but they didn’t budge an inch. Her arms proved unresponsive as well. She blinked her eyelids. At least those still worked. Oh well, ‘be grateful for small mercies’ and all that.

“Ah, look, sleeping beauty’s awake,” Susan said.

‘There you are. So, let me guess, you cut my spinal cord?’

“Nope. Wanna guess again?”

‘You… cut out the part of my brain that handles motor function?’

“Wrong again. Want me to tell you?”

‘Sure. I can’t think of anything else at the moment.’

“Let’s just say that at the moment you’re quite ‘spineless’. In fact, you don’t have a brave bone in your body. Or any other kind, for that matter.”

Cassie returned her gaze to the ceiling mirror, now noticing the pile of white objects lying on the floor next to the bed. There, stacked neatly on top of each other, lay every bone in her body, from the large bones like the pelvis, femur and ribs at the bottom to the smallest finger bones on top. Crowning the pile was her skull.

“As you can see, you’re now a little squishier than before.” To prove her point, Susan poked Cassie’s forehead, leaving a sizeable dent.

‘Oh right, I should’ve thought of that. I’m guessing that there’s a specific reason for putting me in this state?’

“Of course. When I was looking through your bag of tricks I found a little toy that I assume you forgot to use on me yesterday.” Susan bent down to grab the item from the duffel bag and stood up holding a large metal device.

‘Ah yes, the horse speculum. I knew I’d forgotten something.’

“Indeed. And I thought that now that you’ve been fucked like a mare, I would only be logical to examine you like one too. I’m going to give that pussy of yours a good stretch and I didn’t want any bones getting in the way.” Before sitting down on the bed, Susan pulled Cassie’s legs to the side in order to gain better access. Her boneless condition made her much more flexible than she normally was, which allowed Susan to put them at a 90 degree angles to her torso, her lower legs hanging over the edges of the bed. ‘Hm,’ commented Cassie, ‘this is the first time I’ve been able to do the splits. If only our gym teacher could see me now.’

“I’m sure he’d be very proud of you,” Susan chuckled. “Though he might be too distracted by your nudity to notice.” She positioned the large metal device at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy. It consisted of four metal blades, each 13 inches in length, which were arranged to form a tube that was about an inch and a half in diameter while closed. Each adjacent pair of blades was connected in the back via two screws with wingnuts, which allowed the operator to increase the distance between them and the angle of the blades. One of the blades also had a handle to hold on to the speculum. Susan slowly slid the assembly in until the blades hit Cassie’s cervix. The speculum was less than halfway in. “Comfy?” she asked.

‘Sure doc, I’m ready for my gynecological exam now,’ Cassie grinned.

“In that case I shall begin the examination of the patient’s vagina,” Susan said, accepting her new role. She started turning the corresponding pairs of wingnuts, slowly increasing the size of the speculum to a two inch diameter. Since the only available light came from the window to the side the interior of Cassie’s vagina was rather dark, Susan stopped to grab her phone, opened the flashlight app and shone the light into Cassie’s depths. “The patient’s vagina appears to be normal so far. Everything has a healthy pink color and there appear to be no abnormalities in the cervix.”

‘Glad to hear it, doctor.’

“However, we can never be too careful, so I shall continue the examination.” She resumed turning the wingnuts until the device had reached three inches in diameter. Cassie’s pussy now had the shape of a rounded rectangle, gaping open obscenely. Her cervix was starting to open up a little bit from the stretching. Susan stopped again and inserted her hand, which didn’t even touch the sides. “The elasticity of the patient’s pussy appears to be normal for her age.”

‘Well, I do exercise it regularly.’

“Let’s put that training to the test then, shall we?” Once again she turned the wingnuts, forcing Cassie’s pussy open even further than it already was. Small tears started appearing in her labia, which were being stretched past their natural limits. They disappeared once Susan rubbed her fingers over them. This time she didn’t stop until the wingnuts reached the end of their screws. Cassie vagina was now a cavernous four inches wide. Susan bent down for another look inside, illuminating it with her flashlight. The opening of Cassie’s cervix was stretched open about half an inch now.

“Now that the patient has been fully dilated, we can see a slight reddening of the inner edge of the patient’s cervix. Presumably this inflammation started earlier today when the patient gave in to her bestiality fetish and got a stallion to vigorously fuck her cunt until it exploded when it couldn’t hold all of the horse’s cum.” Cassie turned scarlet at her friend’s language, blushing furiously. ‘I– I…’ She couldn’t exactly deny it, since it was all true. Still, she didn’t just have to lie there and take it. ‘If you’ll recall, you were the one who pushed me into doing it. And I’m pretty sure that’s not the kind of language a doctor would use!’

“The little horse slut doth protest too much, methinks.” Cassie’s blush turned an even brighter shade of red. Mortified as she was, there was something exciting about hearing Susan use such dirty talk to describe her. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, since Susan continued with her exam.

“Now that we have examined the patient’s vagina, it is time to have a look at her uterus.” She slowly pulled out the speculum, not bothering to close it. Cassie’s pussy remained wide open, her walls only returning to their natural position ever so slowly. Susan, however, had other plans. She plunged both forearms into Cassie’s hole and inserted her left index finger into the cervix, which was immediately joined by the one on her other hand. She started pulling them apart, trying to widen the hole. Her middle fingers joined the fray and soon she had four fingers of both hands pulling the entrance to Cassie’s womb wide open. When she deemed it was big enough, she pulled out her right arm and started closing the speculum with it while spreading all five fingers of her left hand to keep Cassie’s cervix open. Once she’d closed the speculum all the way again, she inserted it next to her arm. When she cleared the ring of the cervix she removed her other arm as well and pushed the speculum in all the way until the handle hit her thigh. “Okay, time to give that snatch a proper stretch.” She giggled. “Hey, that rhymed.”

‘Heh,’ Cassie chuckled, ‘Let me try.’ She thought for a few seconds.''''

‘Let’s see… To only thing you seem to want… is to put your fist in my cunt.’

“Ooh, good one. Very droll. But now I’m gonna wreck your hole.”

‘Well hurry up and spread me wide, so you can get a good long look inside.’

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Just give me a sec to work this device.”

Susan started twisting the wingnuts again, though slower than before to give Cassie’s cervix a chance to adjust. About fifteen minutes later she gave the final twist to the last of the eight wingnuts. Cassie’s pussy was a sight to see: at four inches wide and a foot deep, it was big enough to fit a two liter coke bottle. “Wow,” exclaimed Susan, “I need to take some pictures of this!” She opened the camera app on her phone and scooched back to get everything in frame. “Smile!” After some full-body shots and close-ups, she inserted her phone into Cassie’s uterus to take some shots of the inside. When she pulled it back out, her phone bumped against the ceiling of Cassie’s vagina, who mentally gasped. ‘Aah, do that again.’

“What?” Susan asked. ‘I think you hit my g-spot. Move your phone back a bit. No, further forwa– Oh god, yeah, right there!’ Susan rubbed her phone backwards and forwards a bit before an idea struck her. She pulled it out and started fiddling with it. ‘Hey, why’d you stop?’ Cassie asked. ''''

“Hold you horses, you’ll see in a second.” She reinserted the phone. “Just let me know when I’m back in position.” When she heard a moan from Cassie she positioned her phone upright, jamming it between the floor and ceiling of Cassie’s vagina. She slowly let go to make sure it was firmly wedged in position. She stood up to pick up Cassie’s phone and scrolled through the contacts list until she found her own name before hitting the dial button. ‘Aaaaah!’ shouted Cassie, as Susan’s phone, which she’d set to vibrate, started buzzing right against her g-spot. Cassie had another idea and walked to the bathroom.

When she got there, she faintly heard her own voice saying “Hi, this is Susan’s phone. Leave a message after the beep!” She quickly hit redial, grabbed her electric toothbrush and returned to her bedroom. A second source of buzzing joined her phone as she turned on the toothbrush and placed the tip against Cassie’s clit. Susan moved her head right in front of Cassie’s vagina to get a good look at the spasming walls, when she noticed the small hole in the ceiling near the entrance; the opening to her urethra. It stood open about a quarter of an inch, undoubtedly from all the stretching. Susan grabbed her chance and started working the tip of her left pinky finger into Cassie’s peehole. It was a tight fit, but she kept applying pressure, using her other hand to alternate between redialing her phone and stimulating Cassie’s clit with her toothbrush. After a final push she managed to jam it all the way in, her fingertip clearing the urethra and entering the bladder. ‘Oh god, yes Susan, fuck my peehole!’

“Well, well. Look who got over her embarrassment of naughty language,” Susan grinned. ‘Yeah, whatever. Right now I’m too horny to care. Just keep fucking that peehole. Stretch it like you stretched my cunt. When we’re through, I want my nickname to be Canyon Cassie.’ Susan needed no encouragement and started moving her finger back and forth. She soon built up a slow but steady rhythm and it didn’t take long for the triple stimulation to become too much for Cassie. ‘Yes, yes, yes! Oh Susaaaaaaaaan!’

When Cassie had regained her senses, Susan pulled out her phone and started reviewing the photos she had taken from inside Cassie’s womb. “Hey look, you can see the openings to your fallopian tubes on these!” She held up the phone for Cassie to see. ‘I don’t suppose you could fit your fingers in there?’ asked Cassie hopefully. “Only one way to find out, I guess.” Susan inserted both arms into Cassie’s yawning hole, her fingers searching for the two holes near the bottom. “Hm, these are pretty tiny. I don’t know if my fingers are going to fit in there. She tried working in her pinky fingers, but the holes were simply too small. “Aw. Sorry Cassie, they just won’t fit. It looks like your new nickname is going to have to be ‘Cavity Cassie’ rather than ‘Canyon Cassie’.”

‘Screw that, I’m not settling for anything less than Canyon Cassie.’ She laughed. ‘Though I will say that you’re giving me a pretty good cavity search right now. But anyway, we’ll just have to work our way up to fingers. Don’t you have anything narrow in your room that would fit in there?’

Susan looked around. Pens? No, they were about as thick as her fingers. Maybe if she took out the cartridges though… She screwed open two of her ballpoint pens and took out the thin cartridges. With her arms in the way she couldn’t see what she was doing, but she managed to positions both cartridges at the entrances to Cassie’s fallopian tubes. She slowly pushed them in about halfway, at which point she started encountering a lot of resistance. “I think I’m at the bend in your fallopian tube now. I don’t think they’re going to go in much further without just punching a hole.” Cassie sighed dejectedly. ‘Crap. So much for my aspirations of becoming Canyon Cassie.’

“Don’t worry,” said Susan, gently patting her cheek, “we’ll just have to keep trying. I don’t know how yet, but I’m not going to stop until I can finger your ovaries and fuck your cunt with my head.” Cassie perked up a little. ‘You promise?’ Susan smiled. “I promise. When I’m done with you you’ll have the largest hole on the planet short of the actual Grand Canyon.” She pulled out her arms and gave Cassie a quick kiss on the mouth. “For now though, there’s something else I want to try.”

‘Sure, I’m game. Any hints?’

“Nope. You’ll see soon enough.” Susan flipped Cassie over onto her stomach, which took some effort since without any working muscles her limbs were just dead, uncooperative weight. She grabbed a scalpel and, starting at Cassie’s asshole, cut open the skin of her back along where her spine would normally be, past her neck and up to the top of her head. With the cut completed, Susan flipped Cassie back over and folded her arms over her chest before bending Cassie’s legs at the knee and draping them over her arms so that Cassie was in a sort of fetus position.

She reached behind Cassie, pulled apart the cut, and wrapped the skin around the folded limbs. She sealed up the cut when the two sides met again at the top, leaving Cassie’s limbs cocooned in Cassie’s inside-out skin. Using the scalpel again, Susan severed the connections at Cassie’s vagina and anus before peeling the whole fleshy package from her body and placing it next to the pile of bones. Cassie looked like an illustration out of an anatomy textbook, having been reduced to nothing but her internal organs.

‘Aw, look at you! You’re adorable!’ Susan said mentally, since she doubted Cassie could still hear anything now that her ears were gone. If Cassie had still had an eyebrow, she would have raised it. ‘Really? Adorable? You do realize that that word is usually used to describe things like kittens and bunnies, right? Not a slaughtered pile of meat?’

‘But it makes perfect sense. Think about it. Why do we find kittens cute? Because they’re helpless. And nature has conditioned us to care about helpless things so we protect them. Same with babies. And since you’re currently even more helpless than a baby, it’s only logical that you’re cuter than one.’ To prove her point, she scooped up Cassie into her arms, cradling her like a baby while trying to prevent her insides from falling down. ‘See? Who’s a cute little organ baby?’ She pressed a kiss to the front of Cassie’s brain, then to one of her lungs. Slowly working her way downwards, she left a trail of kisses along Cassie’s entrails, finishing with one kiss on each ovary, before returning to kiss both of Cassie’s eyes. Gently rocking Cassie back and forth, Susan started singing a lullaby.

“Hush, little Cassie, don’t you cry,

Mommy isn’t going to let you die.

‘Cause even without bones or skin,

You’re the cutest girl there’s ever been.

And there is nothing I like more

than reducing you to a pile of gore.

So hush, little Cassie, for you see

we both know that you’d do the same to me.”

‘What was that?’ asked Cassie, ‘I could see your lips moving but I don’t know what you said.’ Susan smiled. ‘Oh, nothing. Now, as we’ve established, being helpless makes you cute. You’re pretty helpless right now, but I think we can make you even cuter.’ She placed Cassie back on the bed and sat down next to her. ‘Because there are still plenty of things you can do right now. For example: you could have children.’ She lifted up Cassie womb with one hand and grabbed an ovary in the other. With a quick tug it came loose, taking most of the fallopian tube with it as well. She tore off the other one too.

‘Also, you could have sex.’ Susan inserted four fingers of both hands into the mouth of Cassie’s vagina, secured her grip with her thumbs and started pulling her hands apart. It took some effort, but after a few seconds two small tears started to form on either side between her hands, which quickly expanded until she had torn her friend’s birth canal in two. Adjusting her grip, she inserted her fingers into the cervix and started trying to tear that one open as well. ‘You wanted to be stretched wide, right? Well, I don’t think we’re going to get you any wider… than… this!’ With that last word, Cassie’s womb tore open, turning her reproductive system into a long strip of flesh, which Susan tossed on the ground.

‘And you can still digest your food,’ she continued, before grabbing the end of Cassie’s intestines and picking up a knife. She started cutting them into sections of about a foot in length, each of which was cut open lengthwise before being tossed on the floor. ‘Speaking of food…’ she said when she had removed all of Cassie’s large and small intestine, ‘let’s get rid of this –’ she tore off Cassie’s pancreas, ‘– and this… and this…’ One by one Susan ripped out all of Cassie’s organs, until she was down to her heart, brains and eyes.

‘Right, that’s about as helpless as you were able to make me last night. Well, almost, that is.’ She picked up her friend’s brains, grabbing one hemisphere in each hand. ‘Careful now…’ She slowly peeled apart the two halves, then with a slightly harder tug separated them completely. The part to which the cerebellum remained attached she threw on the floor. ‘There. Now, let’s see if I paid attention during your lesson…’ Susan dug her finger into the grey matter and started pulling off the same parts that Cassie had removed the night before. ‘Okay, Cassie, are you still with me?’ she asked when she finished. ‘Yep, still here. Am I cute enough yet for you? I’m afraid this is about as helpless as I’m going to get. Well, aside from removing my eye.’ Susan smiled slyly. ‘Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. Before I can show you, though, there’s something I need to do first. Hang on a sec.’

This time, Susan took the knife to her own chest. Starting at her collarbone, she cut through the skin to her armpit, down the side to the bottom of her ribcage, then across to the other side and back up the same way, completing the loop. She wormed her fingertips into the cut at the top and started pulling at the tissue layers, steadily tearing them loose. Inch by inch she worked her way downwards, until the entire front of her chest came away in one big sheet, revealing her ribcage. She let it fall to the floor and stood up to pick up the chainsaw. With a turn of the dial it came to life and she angled the blade so that it was aimed at the left side of her ribcage. The dull buzzing sound turned into a high-pitched whine when the blade made contact with her lowest rib, which snapped in two in less than a second. Susan cut through each rib in succession, then switched to the other side where she repeated the same procedure. Turning off the saw, she grabbed the top part of her sternum and pulled, sending the front of her ribcage clattering to the ground. Her collapsed lungs and merrily beating heart were now on full display. ‘There we go. Now, before we do this I have one question for you: do you trust me?’ Cassie didn’t hesitate. ‘Yes.’

Susan shook her head. ‘Not so fast. I’m being serious here for a second. Because while this past week has probably been the most fun I’ve ever had, you know as well as I do that it’s also extremely dangerous. One little screw-up and we’re both dead. Or rather, we’ll be buried alive because we can’t tell anyone to just put us back together. So if we’re going to keep doing this, we have to be able to trust each other completely. Now, I realized last night I trust you with my life. The question is whether you feel the same. So think carefully before you answer, because this is your last chance to back out, and if you say yes I’m going to make you completely and utterly dependent on me. So, once again: do you trust me?’ Cassie looked at Susan through her one remaining eye. They had been best friends for about as long as she could remember. In the past week, they had even become lovers. They had done things she never would have thought possible. Crazy things. And she wanted to keep doing them. More importantly: she wanted to keep doing them with her best friend. Scratch that; with her girlfriend. She was in love, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Susan, acting out every kinky fantasy they could come up with. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘do your worst.’ Susan smiled and nodded. ‘I was hoping you’d say that.’

She got up and grabbed the cutting board and the fleshy package that contained Cassie’s limbs and skin. Putting both of them in front of Cassie so she could see, Susan cut off a slice about half an inch in width. Placing the slice flat on the board, she cut it into half-inch strips, which she turned 90 degrees before cutting them into half-inch squares. ‘You see,’ she said, ‘every time we’ve disassembled each other so far the pieces have stayed more or less intact. There’s even a chance that if one of us died they’d piece enough of the body together at the morgue to restore us to life. To make you even more helpless, I’m going to destroy your body to the point where I’d be the only one who would even attempt to restore you.’ Over the course of several minutes, she proceeded to dice Cassie’s limbs and skin, dumping the shreds of meat in a pile on the floor whenever the cutting board got full. When she was finished, she started collecting all of Cassie’s organs and dumped them on the bed. Starting with the lungs, she proceeded to turn them into half-inch cubes as well. Cassie watched it all – not that she had much choice. She was strangely at peace with the fact that her body was being shredded before her very eyes – well, eye. She knew it would take Susan hours and hours to put her back together, but she had no doubt she would. As long as Susan didn’t put the pieces in a blender or damaged her heart, she’d be fine. Even so, she got a little anxious when the majority of her brain was turned into little cubes before being deposited on the now sizeable pile.

‘There,’ said Susan, ‘that takes care of all of your squishy bits. Of course, your bones are all still in one piece. Let me fix that.’ She transferred the heap containing all of Cassie’s bones to the bed and turned on the chainsaw. Starting with the pelvis, she began carving every bone that was more than an inch long into slices. The larger bones, such as the femurs, were quartered first. Bone dust floated through the air when she finished by turning Cassie’s skull into a pile of small white fragments and added them to the heap on the floor.’ Look,’ said Susan, picking up the only parts left of Cassie that were bigger than a fingertip and aiming her eye at the mound of red and white, ‘your body is gone now. But there is still one thing left to take away from you…’ She once again positioned Cassie’s brain so that it had a view of the cutting board before putting her heart in the middle of it. She held the knife hovering just above the heart. ‘…and that is your ability to keep yourself alive. We’ve seen that we can exchange parts without problem; I have no doubt I’ll be able to keep your brain alive by putting it next to my heart. And once I put you back together I guess we’ll just have to keep holding hands or something like that. What do you say, Cassie? Together ‘til death do us part, or rather: together, because death will come for you as soon as we part. Are you up for it?’

‘Uh, Susan? I don’t think that’s a–’

‘Hey, you said you trusted me, right?’

‘Well, yes, but–’

‘Good.’

Cassie was speechless as the knife slammed down. Her heart stopped beating as the two halves lifelessly split apart, showing the structure of the four chambers within. Already the edges of her vision were starting to go dark, but Susan wasn’t done yet; again and again the blade came down and Cassie could do nothing but watch as her life source was chopped into confetti. Under normal circumstances she might have had a heart attack from shock, but even that was no longer an option for her. When her field of view had contracted to a small tunnel, Susan picked her up and held her close to her chest, causing Cassie’s field of view to widen again now that Susan’s heart was providing whatever magic they needed to live. Susan looked down at what remained of her friend, which was barely a handful. ‘So, how does it feel? To quite literally have your life resting in the palm of somebody else’s hand?’

‘I… well…’ Once the initial shock wore off, she regained enough of her faculties to consider the question. This was what she had agreed to, wasn’t it? To be rendered totally helpless? And even if it was a little – okay, a lot – scary, she found that her opinion hadn’t changed. ‘As long as it’s your hand, I’m okay with it.’ Susan smiled. ‘Thanks. That means a lot to me. But listen, about that whole “being together 24/7” thing… Look, I love you and all, but a girl needs her alone time. So what would you say if I had a way to restore your heart?’ she asked.

‘What? Really? But how?’ Cassie asked. ‘Hey, the heart’s just another organ, right? If I hold the pieces close to mine, they’ll restore just like any other part of us. In fact, I already tested this while you were out. First with a tiny little cut, then by cutting the whole thing in two. Granted, I may have gone a bit overboard just now turning your heart into sprinkles, but the principle should be the same; it’ll just take a little longer. You didn’t really think I would permanently destroy it, right? Come on, I’m not going to kill my first girlfriend one day into our relationship; that’s more of a third date activity.’ Cassie laughed, in no small part out of relief. ‘Well, I have to admit you had me worried there for a bit. So, what are you going to do now?’

‘Well,’ replied Susan, ‘I figured I’d get started on the world’s cutest jigsaw puzzle. Of course, I’m going to be at this for a good while, so I think I’ll have a little snack first. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure not to chew too much.’ She raised Cassie up to her mouth and took a small bite out of her brain. After swallowing, she said ‘Oh, right. We wouldn’t want you to be accidentally dissolved, would we?’ With her free hand, she grabbed the bottom end of her esophagus and ripped it aside, disconnecting it from her stomach. As Susan continued nibbling on her brain, Cassie felt her mind go fuzzy. First memories faded away, then words. Her final remaining sense was removed when Susan sucked her eyeball between her lips and pulled it off. All that was left were abstract thoughts, and swirls of color she could no longer put a name to. And gradually even those went away until her mind was gone completely.

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It was almost six o’ clock in the evening before Susan finally finishing piecing her friend and herself back together. Reveling in the new, deeper, bond they had forged, the two naked girls shared a deep kiss, which quickly turned into a duel of tongues. Before a clear victor could emerge, Susan pushed Cassie back onto the bed and flipped around, assuming a 69 position. She was just starting to get really hot and bothered when a voice from downstairs startled her: “Hi honey, we’re home!” Susan bolted upright. “Hi mom!” she yelled back. “Quick,” she whispered to Cassie, “put on some clothes!” As they heard footsteps coming up the stairs, the two girls rushed to Susan’s wardrobe to grab some clothes and raced to put them on as quickly as possible, not bothering with underwear. “Susan!” Cassie hissed, “the chainsaw!” Susan quickly kicked it under her bed, hoping her mom wouldn’t notice. Mere seconds after Susan zipped up her pants and Cassie pulled a T-shirt over her head, the door opened.

“Oh, hi girls. I didn’t know you were here, Cassie.”

“Hi mom.”

“Hi Mrs. McKenzie. Yeah, Susan invited me over.”

“Did you two do anything interesting while we were gone?”

The two girls looked at each other.

“No,” Susan said innocently, “just hung out. How was the party?”

“Oh, fine. Your aunt Lanie sends her regards.”

“Uhm, Mrs. McKenzie? Would it be alright if Susan spent the weekend after next at my place? My parents will be out of town, so I’d love to have someone to keep me company.”

“Sure thing, hon. Just bring her back in one piece.”

“I can’t make any promises, Mrs. McKenzie,” said Cassie, looking sideways at Susan, “but I’ll try.” Susan’s mom chuckled. “That’s all I ask,” she said as she walked towards the stairs. “I’ll go get started on dinner. Should be about half an hour.” As she descended the stairs, Cassie and Susan looked at each other again, only barely able to contain their laughter.

“So,” said Susan, “looks like we have half an hour to kill…”

“Do you know that trick where the magician saws a woman in half?”

“Yeah. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Dibs on the chainsaw!”

“Aw, that’s what I was going to say…”

The two girls closed the door, already stripping out of their clothes again.

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I smiled; to be honest, for a moment there Susan even had me worried she was going to kill off one of my two favorite contractees, but now I knew these two girls were going to keep me entertained for a very long time. And in fact they did: It’s been over five years now and they’re still providing me with almost daily entertainment in their shared dorm room. I even found a way to give them a magic device that allowed them to instantly restore each other so I didn’t have to keep waiting for them to jigsaw themselves back together every time. Naturally they took full advantage of this and got even more creative as a result. Oh, the stories I could tell you… Of course, before I do I would need a little quid pro quo; I’m not in the habit of giving out freebies, after all. If you could just sign here on the dotted line…