Chapter 3: Opening up

Clara slept like a dead woman, and woke up like one too. She felt something in her arms and opened her eyes, blinking blearily. There was Janet, the small spoon in this setup – due to her one arm, of course. Her one arm… Clara shot up and felt her head. Yup. Still bald. Her heart sank a little as reality set in. They were freaks now… but it was better than being zombie chow. Or an actual zombie. Suddenly, a pang of hunger hit her stomach, which grumbled noisily. As if reacting to this, Janet stirred.

“Whozzit… wut?”

“Oh, morning,” said Clara, putting on a smile and trying to forget her many, many worries. She leaned down and kissed Janet on the lips, arms down on either side of her lover’s head.

“Looks like this was a good safe place after all: we’re not dead!”

“Hurray. Christ, I’m starving. Anything nice to eat in that big fridge in the kitchen?”

The two girls got up and walked over to the kitchen.

“Hopefully there’ll be something edible in here,” said Janet. “I don’t know what was wrong with the food in that takeout place.”

She pulled open the fridge…

…and quickly closed it again as both of them tried to suppress their gag reflex.

“Ew! Gross!” said Clara, swallowing heavily to keep the bile down. “Okay, I’ve got to check something. You might want to go stand over there.”

Keeping her nose pinched tight with one hand, she opened the refrigerator again and started examining the various items of food.

“Next week,” she reported in a nasal voice, “two days from now… two months from now… this head of lettuce still looks fresh…”

She quickly slammed the fridge closed and let go of her nose.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure the food’s not the problem here. I think it’s us.”

“Sooo… what are you saying? Should we be eating brains?”

“Maybe. Or human flesh. Can I test something real quick?”

She walked over to Janet, leaned down so her nose was close to the ragged wound on her shoulder and sniffed.

“Smells pretty good, if I’m honest.”

“Right. So where are we going to get human flesh?”

“Well, I bet there’s people outside…”

“Yeah, and tons of other zombies who might see ''us'' as food. Fuck that.”

“Well, it’s either that, or…”

“Ah.”

There was a silence as the two girls sized each other up. Clara wasn’t offended; she had more meat on her right now, technically speaking. This wasn’t lost on Janet.

“Now, I know this sounds bad, but… I mean… I think it would only be fair, you see…” Janet said, trailing off before giving a sigh.

“Yes, okay, we can eat a little bit of me. I can afford it more.”

“You tasted damn fine to me last night.”

“Oh, you,” Clara laughed.

If it had been anyone else she’d probably be taking this harder…

Janet looked her friend up and down, stroking her chin.

“Now, let’s see…”

She poked at Clara’s exposed breasts.

“Guess you can afford to lose these things, but then I can’t play with them. Oh, the agony of choice.”

“Okay, one: we are ''not'' eating my boobs. Two: they’re mostly fat anyway, so I doubt they’d taste very good. And, most importantly, three: we are ''NOT''. Eating. My. boobs.”

“Alright, alright,” said Janet, holding her one hand up in a defensive gesture, “not the boobs. Got it. I’m guessing your brain is out too, then?”

Clara didn’t respond, but gave her a withering scowl.

“Yeah, thought not. Let’s see,” she said, tapping her chin as she slowly circled her friend. “A foot or hand would probably be easiest, but it would give you quite a handicap. There’s some good meat on your legs, but you need to be able to walk… how do you feel about your ass?”

Clara sighed. “I guess it’s the most expendable part.”

Janet opened a few drawers until she found the one she wanted and pulled out a large knife.

“One rump steak, coming up. Okay, bend over.” said Janet, putting her hand on Clara’s back and pushing her downwards. Then she went round to the soon-to-be steaks and caressed them with her hand.

“Ooooh, and we had just become such good friends… “

“Stop dragging this out and get on with it.”

“Oh, you mean like you dragged out my ass?”

“That’s nothing to do with anything!” hissed Cara, still staring forward.

Janet looked up and saw her exposed brain staring back at her, and a part of her worried that it would just fall right out at some point. But for now she went about her job. She picked up the knife, brought it to just above the bone she had felt in there when digging her fingers into the flesh, and started to apply pressure. The knife started to slice right on through.

“Bit like carving a turkey, really,” she said, gently sawing the knife back and forth as the knife made its way through her friend’s ass. Once she was through, the steak fell onto the floor with a wet splat, landing skin-side up. She quickly picked it up and laid it on the kitchen counter with the cut side facing up, wiping off a bit of dust from the floor.

“Alright, one for me…”

Clara’s other cheek soon followed its twin.

“…and one for you.”

As Janet started opening cabinets looking for a pan, Clara rubbed her now much smaller ass.

“At least it doesn’t hurt too much. Guess being a zombie does have its upsides.”

“And just think,” said Janet, having found a skillet, “I’ll never be able to tell you to get off your lazy ass and do something again.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

“Spoilsport. Now, before I fire this up, do you want yours with the skin on or off?”

“Skin on, thank you.”

“Weirdo…” muttered Janet, putting Clara’s portion to one side as she worked on her own steak. Picking up the knife, she cut a line along the center of the ass cheek, before peeling back the skin with her hand. Or trying too.

“Uh, a little help?”

“You want me to skin my own butt?”

“Well, it’s just meat now. Don’t be so dramatic.”

Sighing, Clara helped the handicapped chef remove the skin pieces, which were put straight in the bin as Janet turned on the stove and placed the meat in the frying pan.

“Okay, fair warning, I’m more of a takeaway food person than a cook, haha…”

“Fine, I suppose I’ll ''ass''-ist you,” Clara sighed theatrically.

“See? Now you’re getting into the spirit of things.”

Clara cast a sidelong glance at her friend as she set the kitchen timer for 1 minute.

“If you manage to burn this, you’re providing the alternative.”

“Fair enough.”

Fortunately for Janet, two minutes later they had two golden-brown steaks. Quickly loading them onto two plates, they sat down at the dinner table. It took Clara a few moments to find her balance, but she managed to settle into a stable position.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, you have a mighty fine ass,” Janet commented, a few bites in.

“You mean ''had''.”

“Just take the compliment.”

“Fine,” said Clara with a roll of her eyes and a slight smirk on her lips.

“Sooo,” the bald girl said once the two girls had finished their steaks, “since we’re not going out, we’re going to need do something to spend our time here. Got any suggestions?”

There was a slight twinkle in her eye.

Janet smiled lecherously.

“Admit it. Watching me eat your meat turned you on, didn’t it?” she said.

Clara stumbled a little at this.

“I–I…”

“It better have,” purred Janet, standing up and leaning over the table. “Cause I’m pretty much soaking wet right now.”

The brunette wasn’t lying, as Clara could see from her friend’s glistening thighs. And she had to admit, the act of cannibalism had seemed at once so debauched and yet so intimate, a little secret between the two last sane people in the city as far as they knew. Well, sane was relative of course…

Clara stood up, wrapping her arms around Janet’s neck and kissing her deeply, driving her backwards towards the bedroom.

“If this is how we spend the rest of our lives, well, I can think of worse fates.”

“Our unlives.”

“No more semantics, please. Just sex.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Clara pushed Janet back onto the bed and sat down Indian-style between her friend’s legs when the brunette had pulled herself all the way on to the bed.

“So, I know that this hole is rather flexible,” she said, pushing one hand into Janet’s gaping ass without a hint of resistance, “so of course I have to wonder what the other one’s like.”

In its soaked state, she was able to push in three fingers into Janet’s slit very easily, soon followed by her pinky and the tip of her thumb. She started easing her hand in and out, but Janet was having none of it. She grabbed Clara’s wrist tightly.

“Come on, none of that gentle shit,” she said, giving a sharp tug that pulled Clara’s hand up to the wrist. “I want you to pound my fuckhole like you mean it.”

Clara was briefly taken aback by her friend’s words, but she quickly recovered and began fisting both of Janet’s holes in earnest. The girl’s already sopping hole got even wetter, causing a rapidly expanding wet spot on the sheets below her crotch. Had Clara paid attention, she might have noticed the second, smaller stain growing beneath her own sex, as small droplets of precum fell down every couple of seconds. Instead, she was focused on her friend, who was growing increasingly vocal.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Harder! Deeper!”

Clara had closed her eyes, concentrating only on two things: The feeling of wet tightness that engulfed her hands up to the wrist, and the impassioned screams of her friend and lover as she laid back on the bed. The hand shoved up Janet’s ass was slightly more cautious: with her intestines gone, it would be too easy to slip her hand all the way inside the stomach again, and Clara had no intention of getting handicapped. The other hand was not so reserved. Already she could feel it battering against what must have been the cervix.

“So, we’ve done this before, yeah? I actually have a few interesting ideas abou–”

“For ''fuck’s'' sake just get on with it! Aaaaahh! Fist my womb! Punch my ovaries! Turn me inside out!” cried Janet, beating the mattress with her one hand.

“Fine, fine, I’ll just explain later.”

Clara started to repeat the process from before of working fingers inside that little hole until, bit by bit, her whole hand was inside. But this time, she didn’t push further; she pulled…

Keeping her hand spread wide so as not to slip back out, she slowly withdrew her hand, pulling Janet’s cervix out through her vagina until it poked out from between her pussy lips. Clara had no intention of stopping though, and kept pulling until the pink ring clutching her wrist was stretched almost four inches outside of its lair. Here she appeared to reach the combined limits of Janet’s practiced stretchiness and the added zombie elasticity, since further pulling only succeeded in opening up her cervix further. Clara wasn’t finished by any means, however.

Pushing in the tip of her index finger alongside her wrist, she pinched the entrance to Janet’s baby factory tightly between her thumb and forefinger to keep it in place. With her other arm she reached back in, running her fingers along the back and sides of her uterus until she found what she was looking for and hooked her middle finger into one of the brunette’s fallopian tubes. Curling it against the palm of her hand, she started pulling her arm back once more, determined to see just how far she could take her exploration of Janet’s birth canal. Janet apparently had no objection to being pulled inside out; quite the opposite, in fact. She screamed her approval loudly and often.

Excited, but not moving too quickly so she wouldn’t damage anything, Clara threaded Janet’s womb through her cervix until the entire reddish pink bag hung outside in the open air for Clara to marvel at. Her gaze was drawn to the two small holes situated opposite each other on either side of the innermost – though currently outermost – part of her sex. One still had her finger embedded in it. She cast a glance at Janet, but the brunette was lying with her eyes closed, moaning loudly. In for a penny…

Janet went to speak, but she barely got past the first syllable before being reduced to nonsensical squealing as Clara continued to play with her most feminine part. A second finger soon joined the first and she forced the digits up into that tiny tube, reaching and prying until she found it at last: a soft little thing right at the back.

“A-ah, yes! Do it! I’m a fucking freak anyway, don’t hold back!” Janet spluttered out as she felt Clara pinching her eggs.

“Aaaa! Fffffuck! You’re the best lay in my whole… fucking…”

“Unlife?”

“Ahh! I’m too horny to laugh, just get to ''iiiiiEEEE''!”

Clara’s fingers started to withdraw from the tube. When they emerged, they had taken a white ovary with them; it touched the bedsheets and rested there. Then Clara did the other one, because she didn’t want Janet feeling asymmetrical…

Clara stared in wonder at the fact that Janet’s entire reproductive system was lying on full display before her. She couldn’t resist and leaned down, gingerly picking up one of the twin white orbs and lifting it upwards. She placed her other hand beneath the prolapsed cunt and lifted the fleshy sock up too so as not to strain the fallopian tube. She stuck out her tongue, and looked Janet deep in the eyes as she touched the ovary to its tip.

“Oh fffuck, yes! Suck on my eggs! Swallow my floppy cunt! Do whatever the fuck you want, just don’t fucking stop!”

Clara quirked an eyebrow. She hadn’t considered that, but if she had permission…

She wrapped her lips around the brunette’s ovary and pulled it into her mouth, running her tongue all along its ridges and folds before opening her mouth as wide as she could. It was difficult to see with the uterus in the way, but she fumbled for the other ovary, pushing it and the tip of Janet’s uterus into her mouth as well. Leaning forward even further, she got about half of her friend’s womb into her mouth. She could feel the ovaries rolling around in the back of her mouth. She still had quite a few inches to go, though. Taking some calming breaths, she tried to relax her throat as much as possible. Then she swallowed. And again. On the third attempt, she could feel something sliding down her esophagus…

Janet had to stop herself from thrashing about like a child in the middle of a temper tantrum, instead merely shuddering and mewling. She held herself up on her one hand and saw Clara with her lips edging closer to her slit, cheeks and throat ever so slightly bulging as she deepthroated the brunette’s womb. Deepthroated her womb! Janet had kept her cool during the chaos earlier, taking it in her stride, but for some reason this was proving too much. When she finally did feel Clara’s nose and lips press against her mound, the windows nearly shattered. She came hard, juices flowing down Clara’s throat, who was starting to struggle to breathe.

‘''Wait a minute, do I even need to breathe anymore?''’ she thought to herself. As an experiment, she placed her face fully against Janet and stopped trying to breathe around the organ in her throat, staying that way for well over a minute as Janet squirmed on the bedsheets…

When one minute turned to two and there were no burning lungs, no desperate desire to take a breath, Clara considered the matter settled. And since her throat was currently otherwise unengaged, she decided to tease Janet a little more by repeatedly swallowing. Whenever she did, there came another little mewl from the brunette, which Clara thought was just adorable. She even started strangling herself to provide a bit of extra pressure. The mewling continued, but didn’t get much louder. Surely she could do better?

Perhaps another look would give her some inspiration. She pulled back, producing intermittent choking sounds as Janet’s fuckhole was pulled back out of her throat. She bit down, grazing the brunette’s sex on the way out, which caused the girl’s moans to rise in pitch. Thick strands of saliva hung between her lips and Janet’s uterus when she pulled it free and laid it back on the bed, eyeing it critically. The entire assembly had already been sopping wet on the way in, but now it was also covered in a thick layer of spit, causing the dark spot on the sheets between Janet’s legs to grow even further.

Her eyes traveled from the two white oblong balls up the thin red strands keeping them connected to Janet’s womb, past the cervical ring, along her vaginal canal… hey, wait a minute. There was a hole there that Clara hadn’t noticed before. An ''unviolated'' hole. Worse yet, a hole that hadn’t been pulled inside out. Wasting no time, the former redhead set about fixing this outrage.

Janet thought that Clara had just about come to the end of her rampage. The brunette was genuinely impressed at this previously unexplored level of sexual deviancy and creativity. But when she felt a finger prodding at her urethra, her eyes almost popped out of her skull – which, given their current status, was a statement in danger of becoming literal.

“Hoooooly shit, really now?” she panted, looking down at her deadpan friend.

“Well, I might as well, right?” replied Clara. “You said it yourself. You’re a freak now. ''We’re'' freaks” she said, pointing at the back of her head. “So…. you know? Fuck it.”

“Well put, you delicate poet you. Now ruin my pisshole.”

“Indeed, Wordsworth.”

Janet watched in fascination as Clara’s finger disappeared up the path to her bladder. While Janet had always been an adventurous one in the bedroom, she had never tried peehole fucking yet. The unfamiliar sensation of pressure in her urethra made her need to pee, but relaxing her muscles brought no relief, since the exit was plugged by Clara’s finger. At least, it was until Clara started trying to get a second finger inside. As soon as she pulled the opening a little wider with her fingertip, a golden stream arced into the air before splashing down on Clara’s tits.

Janet burst out laughing at Clara’s wide-eyed look of surprise.

“Hahaha! Oh my god, you should see your face! Oh, it’s priceless! I’d say… haha… I was going to piss myself laughing, but…”

As Janet roared with laughter, the stream gradually faltered, then stopped. The sheets, which had already been covered in wet spots from the girls’ cum, was now positively sodden, squelching whenever either of them moved. It took Clara a while to recover from her surprise as droplets of piss made long tracks down her glistening stomach and dripped off her nipples.

“Jeez, I thought that at your age you’d be housebroken by now. Do I need to get you a diaper?”

Janet went to wipe a tear of laughter away with her missing arm. When she realized her mistake, it just made her laugh harder.

“Hahaha, what did you think was going to happen?”

“Yes, thanks, ''doctor'', I was aware of what is stored in a bladder.”

Clara returned to her work. Getting just two fingers inside that little round hole was much harder than the fun that had gone before. She wasn’t sure how long it was until the third finally joined the rest in there, but when she hit that milestone she practically whooped.

“Yeah, great! Just don’t spend all night in there, honey, that can’t be hygienic,” noted Janet, lying holding her head in her hand. She could feel her upside-down, inside-out uterus swaying off the side of the bed, brushing against flesh and fabric…

Progress was slow, but in the end Janet’s urethra was no match for Clara’s determination. After a couple of minutes, she had managed to work in her pinky and thumb as well, and was now in the process of forcing the rest of her hand inside. The tips of her fingers had already invaded the chamber beyond, judging by the lack of walls that were squeezing the rest of her hand like a vise. Her hand sank deeper and deeper, a fraction of an inch at a time, until the resistance suddenly decreased and her hand shot forward, punching into the back of Janet’s bladder.

“Oh fuck, that feels good!” Janet shouted. “Why didn’t I try this sooner? Come on, fist-fuck my bladder!”

Clara tried pulling her arm back, but unlike the brunette’s vagina, which had been relatively loose, the flesh around her arm stuck to it like a surgical glove, making fisting all but impossible – but prolapsing all the easier. Pinching the back of Janet’s bladder between her fingers, she set about extracting both it and her hand.

“Uuurgh, this feels even weirder than before…” said Janet, clutching the sheets with her hand as Clara dragged her thankfully now empty bladder out of her body. The urethra was stretched impossibly wide as the former redhead’s fist emerged, pulling the small round organ outside with it.

“It looks like a cute little balloon…”

“That stinks of piss?”

“Does it?” asked Clara, genuinely curious. She leaned it and rubbed her nose on the inside-out bladder, inhaling. She pulled her head back sharply.

“Oh, yeah, it totally does.”

“Clara, serious question: have you ever pissed before? If I couldn’t see your brain every time you turned your head, I’d doubt its existence.”

“Remember who’s partially inside out,” said Clara, giving the bladder a purposeful squeeze. Her friend was now fully prolapsed; the only missing thing was her asshole, and that was only because her intestines had been pulled out back in that crummy little pizza place…

Janet reached down, brushing her hand along the former insides of her pussy and playing with her bladder. Curling her fingers around her uterus, she got a good grip and pulled down, stretching her birth canal tightly. It was almost like she had a…

The corners of her mouth curled upward as an idea took shape. She smiled up at Clara.

“Thank you, that was fantastic. But you haven’t even had an orgasm yet while I’ve come twice already, so I reckon it’s your turn. Because while you may have lost your virginity yesterday, that was just a bit of fingering and oral. Now it’s time for you to get a proper fucking.”

“Not to burst your bubble, but I don’t think you have the required equipment.”

“Wanna bet?”

Janet grabbed Clara and pushed her sideways, rolling over until they switched positions, with Clara now lying on the bed and Janet on top. She arched her back, reaching down and shoving her hand into her asshole. Feeling around, she found the second hole she was looking for and plunged her arm inside, causing her prolapse to expand as her hand traveled down through her cervix until it was surrounded by her womb. The position was rather uncomfortable, and the brunette thought she could feel her asshole tear a little from the strain, but the look on Clara’s face when she raised her arm and gave her prolapse an erection was worth it.

“How’s this for equipment?” she asked as she positioned her womb at the entrance to Clara’s pussy.

“Trust me, it’s bigger and better than any guy’s.”

Clara bit her lip as the ‘penis’ lined itself up.

“Well, given the current shortage of suitable bachelors, I say we– ''oooh''!”

Janet shove herself inside Clara, parting the pussy wide. Clara could feel her friend’s knuckle sticking out of the womb-flesh, as well as the two ovaries trailing behind as the whole weird contraption moved up and down.

“Oh, s–shit, is this what sex is like? Mmpph…”

“Well, it’s not exactly like this, but you know. I do what I can.”

Janet shifted herself so that she was closer to the hole she was currently fist-fucking in a very literal sense, her legs intertwining with Clara’s as she forced herself further and further inside.

Clara gasped. “Oh! That hit my cervix!”

“That’s the idea. Now, work with me here. Press yourself against me.”

They worked in tandem, with Clara thrusting her hips in tandem to the brunette’s probes. It was slow, but eventually, Clara felt something deep inside of herself give way…

Despite having been a virgin before her death – or whatever you wanted to call it – Clara was no stranger to using vibrators, her fingers, or the odd piece of fruit to get off. None of those, however, had ventured more than a couple of inches down her vagina. Janet was going deeper. Much deeper. She had never really been aware of the existence of her cervix before, but now she could feel it opening up before the assault of the invader, allowing Janet to slide in all the way.

The brunette paused, allowing Clara to get used to the feeling as she lightly rubbed her clit against the former redhead’s. She leaned down and gave Clara a deep kiss before whispering into her ear:

“Now comes the fun part.”

She slowly withdrew herself almost a full foot, leaving only the tip of her womb and her dangling ovaries inside, before pushing in again.

Clara’s mouth formed into an O-shape, though no sound emerged.

“I think our little baby lesbian is enjoying herself,” Janet smiled as she bottomed out again. “How about I pick up the pace a little?”

She continued to punch the back of her friend’s womb with her own. Her asshole was definitely suffering as a result, and she wasn’t sure if she was dreading or looking forward to seeing what it looked like after this. As she went, Janet could also feel her bladder flopping against the front of Clara’s clit and slit. She looked over at the nearly-comatose girl, and had a brilliant idea…

Before she could do that, though, she wanted Clara to be awake so she could enjoy it too. And speaking of assholes, Janet figured she had a pretty good way of waking the girl up. She pulled out completely, savoring the feeling of her walls sliding past Clara’s. This time, she lined up against the girl’s puckered ass and began applying force. It wasn’t as easy as fisting her pussy had been, but not nearly as difficult as the times she’d fingered the ass of other girls who hadn’t had anal before. She figured the whole zombie thing had something to do with that.

Clara didn’t seem to respond much, so Janet tried to force in her whole fist in one go. She could feel Clara’s ass slowly opening up. Just a little further…

“Whoa!” Clara shouted as her eyes flew open. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, look who’s back,” Janet laughed. “Since you didn’t want to be a virgin anymore, I thought I’d go ahead and relieve you of your anal virginity as well. You don’t mind, do you?”

Clara considered this for a moment, getting used to the strange sensation in her ass, then shook her head.

“No, you’re right, we should do this properly. Whatever cherries I’ve got left, I want you to fuck them right out of me.”

“That’s the spirit. Who knew that the best thing to happen to your sex-life was undeath?”

Janet pushed harder, watching with obvious delight as Clara’s previously cute little hole expanded around her womb-clad fist. With a wet sound, it sank into her body.