Chapter 6: Having a ball

Clara and Janet walked past a series of deserted store fronts before climbing another broken escalator. The scenery was much the same as on the lower two levels: broken glass, smashed furniture and the odd mauled body as far as the eye could see. While Clara looked around, scanning the signs for anything interesting, Janet walked over to a fallen bookcase that had been pushed through the window of a bookstore. Careful not to step on any of the scattered shards of glass, she picked up one of the books. The book was called ‘No pun intended – Volume tree’, and the cover featured a squid saying ‘Are you squidding me right now’ and a seal saying ‘That’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!’

“Hey, look what I found,” said Janet.

Clara walked over to her and read the cover.

“Seriously?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Oh well, I guess a little entertainment as we walk around this place can’t hurt. Alright, hit me.”

Janet turned to a random page as they continued on.

“What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

“Umm… a sea monster of some kind?”

“A nervous wreck.”

“Heh.”

“My ex used to hit me with stringed instruments. If only I had known about her history of violins.”

“Ooh, good one.”

“Yeah, I like that one too. Let’s see… I’m a big fan of whiteboards. I find them quite re-markable.”

“Hmm, kinda lame.”

“Yeah, It’s a bit far-fetched.”

“Can I have a go?”

“Sure.”

Janet handed Clara the book and she started riffling through it.

“Hmmm… my friend Joe lost the left side of his body. He’s all right now.”

Janet groaned, in a rather zombie like way as it was.

“Urgh, these are getting worse. Although, actually, that one seems pretty relevant to the whole zombie apocalypse thing. There was a girl in the mall, head split in two. Clean through.”

“What the fuck, why didn’t you tell me?!” said Clara, visibly annoyed as she started to flick through the pages for more terrible jokes.

“She was near our good friend Captain Eyesight from before; it would have been a weird thing to say.”

“Fair. Think Liz will be okay?”

“Hmmm… not sure. To be totally honest, if this was a movie, I wouldn’t be putting money on her surviving.”

There was an awkard silence after that, Clara hiding her face in the book she was carrying as she thought about this. Sometimes she forgot about the horrible loss around her, and meeting a real living person had now made her realise how much that poor, frightened girl had to lose. Maybe the next time they saw each other, Liz would be just another mindless abomination, doomed to shuffle the earth in search of brains forever… Then she tripped, because you can’t read books and walk at the same time, especially during the apocalypse.

“Woah!” she yelled as she fell forward like a tree, slamming her nose against the book when she hit the floor.

“Ow. Nguess I wasng’t paying attengtiong,” she said in a nasal voice before rubbing her nose, which was definitely bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to be. She grabbed it and, with a crack, twisted it back towards its original position.

“Nganganganangananananana,” she said as she made some final adjustments. “Testing, one, two, three, testing… there we go, good as new.”

Janet watched her with a bemused expression.

“What would be the equivalent here of ‘Don’t drink and drive’? ‘Don’t pun and run’?”

“It might be, if I’d been running. What did I trip over, anyway?”

She looked back and saw a hairy leg wearing a flip-flop and the leg of a pair of bermuda shorts with a flower print. The top of the leg wasn’t attached to anything.

“Ugh, just because you’re dying doesn’t mean you have to be a slob,” said Clara. “He could’ve at least cleaned up after himself.”

“Maybe he… couldn’t stand it,” said Janet.

“Oh, ha ha. Let’s leave the punning to the professionals, shall we?”

Clara picked up the book and got to her feet. Keeping it further away from her face so she could see where she was going, she turned the page.

“Sex in an elevator is wrong on so many levels.”

“Bullshit,” said Janet. “It’s fun. And quickly getting dressed before the doors open is quite a turn-on.”

“Hmm, I’ve never tried it, but now you’re making me curious. Does this place have an elevator, by any chance?”

“Probably, but I doubt it still works, given the state of the escalators. Also, there’s not much chance of anyone walking in on us.”

“Aw, boo.”

They walked on, alternately laughing and groaning at the puns. After turning a corner, Clara’s eyes went wide.

“Oh my god, look! A Chuck E. Cheese! I haven’t been in one of those in forever. I used to love playing in the ball pit as a kid. And now we have one all to ourselves!”

She sped off towards the restaurant, dropping the pun book on the floor.

Janet chuckled and followed her at a more relaxed pace, shaking her head.

There were no signs of any barricades on the restaurant doors; maybe people had decided that they weren’t going to make their last stand at the home of an animatronic rat. Maybe they’d played too much Five Nights at Freddy’s to stand the idea. This did mean that, when the two girls entered, there were a few stray zombies strolling around inside. But they weren’t causing any harm. Really they were just doing what Janet and Clara were doing, which is to say, killing time.

“Okay, real talk,” said Janet, as her companion led her past the main dining area in search of the fun bits. “I never liked Chuck E Cheese. The place and just, like, the rat.”

“What? Why not?!”

“It’s just kinda lame, isn’t it?”

“Uh, no?” said Clara, looking genuinely offended, before they stopped in amidst a sea of arcade machines, dark and dusty as everything else in the room. “Not when I was 10, anyway.”

“I always knew I was the real mature one out of us.”

Janet winced as she stood in something sticky and looked down. It was just spilled soda. “Gross.”

“In the grand scheme of things…”

“I know, I know, but it’s still gross!”

“I hope Chuck’s about as a zombie rat. That would be amazing. We should go check.”

“Yeah, have fun with that. If there’s a giant anthro robotic zombie rat in here I’m going to Burger King instead. Not to eat, obviously,” added the brunette, poking at her mostly emptied abdomen. “You hungry, actually?”

“A little, I guess. But I don’t expect we’ll find anything here that caters to our new palate. Unless you want to try and take down one of these other zombies.”

Janet grimaced.

“No thanks. I think most of them spent so much time here that they’ve got grease pumping through their veins. Besides, I bet if we did manage to down one we’d be crushed by the others rushing in to have a bite.”

“Yeah, good call. We’ll try to find somebody more free-range later. And if we don’t, we’re pretty tasty ourselves.”

Before Janet could respond, something caught Clara’s eye.

“Hey, look! It’s the ball pit!”

She grabbed Janet’s wrist and dragged her over to the basin of brightly-colored balls. With a giant grin on her face, she knocked her hat on the floor, pulled her dress over her head and jumped into the pit, where she burrowed her way down until only her top half was visible. Clara scooped up and armful of balls and threw them up into the air.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?”

Deciding she might as well go along with it, Janet started stripping as well. This took rather longer than Clara, since she was short one arm while having to deal with the laces of her corset. She emptied out her womb as well, pulling out the dresses one by one. Making sure that Clara wasn’t looking at her, she reached into her asshole, pulled out the boxcutter and the duct tape, and slipped them under the pile of clothing. The now naked and empty Janet joined her girlfriend in the ball pit, wading in as her legs sank deeper and deeper.

“Alright, show me what’s so great about this thi–”

The brunette felt one of the plastic balls pop through her distended anus and enter her abdomen, which gave her an idea. Perhaps this childish play area would turn out to be fun after all…

“Hey Clara?”

“Hmm?”

“How many balls do you think are in this pit?” asked the one-armed girl, wading her way through the ball pit and feeling another ball slide into her ass. Clara shrugged.

“What? Er, I’ve no idea. Three hundred. Four hundred and twenty.”

“Haha. Well, here’s another question for you.” She leaned in close. “How many can you get inside me? Cause I count two already.”

Clara grinned, before placing both hands on Janet’s chest and giving her a shove. Janet, in an exaggarated and playful manner, threw herself backwards until she was lying on her back, half sunk in the pit. She felt her legs getting spread wide.

“Are you picky what hole? Oooh, I see one in your ass now, yeah.”

“Knock yourself out.”

Clara went to pick up a individual ball, and was met with a derisive snort from Janet.

“Pffft, one at a time?! Just shove those bad boys in already.” Nodding, the bald girl took a different approach, placing her hand into the pit and shoving the multi-coloured plastic balls towards her girlfriend’s crotch. Given how loose Janet was, especially in her empty flap of an asshole, it barely took any effort to start filling her up. The brunette could feel the balls scrape along her spine and pelvis before getting pushed further in. Not to mention the ones starting to creep inside her womb. “Mmmm…”

“See, I told you it was fun here.”

“Bet you never did this when you were ten, though.”

Clara laughed.

“No, I certainly didn’t. Of course, if I’d known then what I know now…”

She stopped shoveling balls towards Janet’s holes for a second, picked up a yellow one and stared at it thoughtfully before moving her hands towards her ass. She spread her cheeks with her other hand, placed the ball against her puckered asshole and started pushing. While Janet’s fists had certainly loosened it up a little over the past few days, she still had to exert quite a bit of force, and her face was scrunched up in concentration. Her efforts were paying off, though: she could feel the ring of her ass opening up slowly.

Janet saw the other girl’s mouth open into a surprised O-shape when it suddenly popped inside.

“Feels nice, huh?” she asked.

“Yeah, it kind of does.”

“How about we turn this into a contest? See how many each of us can take?”

“Um, you’re going to win that one, obviously. You’ve got way more space than I do.”

“You mean you’d win easily, since points go to the one stuffing the balls. That way there’s more of an incentive to get in as many as possible.”

“Oh, okay. I’m going to need some sort of handicap then. How’s this? For every ball you put in me, I have to put two in you?”

Janet considered this for a moment.

“Sure, seems fair enough.”

Clara made her way over to Janet’s left side and turned around so her girlfriend could reach her ass.

“Ready? On your marks…”

Janet picked up an orange ball and pressed it into Clara’s butt crack. “Get set…”

“Go!”

As Clara started scooping, she felt the pressure against her anus increase as Janet pushed against the two balls. She clearly had no intention to be gentle, and it only took a few seconds for the first ball to shift deeper into her and make room for the second to be swallowed up.

“Two,” Janet called out triumphantly.

Well, two could play at that game.

She shoved the pile of balls between Janet’s legs and saw two of them disappear inside.

“Four,” she said smugly.

This kicked off the games in earnest. The next few minutes were filled with the two girls calling out ever-increasing numbers as they filled each other up. For every ball that was added to the train of spheres making its way up Clara’s intestines, she crammed some into Janet, who by this point was starting to look very pregnant. Annoyingly, Janet’s two-to-one advantage meant that she was currently in the lead. Clara tried to force another ball into Janet’s over-stuffed vagina.

“Thirty!” she yelled, ramming the last of it past her girlfriend’s labia. This, however, caused one of the balls in the other girl’s ass to be pushed back out. “Crap, never mind,” she grumbled. The problem was that Janet’s cunt and abdomen were competing for space. Unless…

Clara dug the fingers of both hands into Janet’s pussy and started scooping all the balls back out.

“Are you giving up?” asked Janet.

“Nope, just doing a bit of reorganizing.”

She was back down to 24 once she cleared the last ball out of Janet’s uterus. Reaching in one last time, she hooked her index fingers into her friend’s fallopian tubes and prolapsed the girl’s birth canal. Next, she dug the heels of her hands into the top of Janet’s belly and pushed downwards. She could see two bulges descend into the pink meat between Janet’s legs.

Further massaging of Janet’s belly forced another ball into her prolapsed cunt, but after that Clara’s progress halted. Meanwhile, Clara had felt three more balls passing through her own sphincter. She decided to take matters into her own hand and wormed her fingers into Janet’s ass. She clutched one of the balls inside and blindly pushed it downwards, trying to locate the entrance to the prolapse. She had to strain her wrist, but finally she felt the plastic ball slip out of her fingers and into the hole. Now that she knew where it was, scooping additional balls down the hole was a bit easier. Gradually the pink balloon between Janet’s legs grew in size from a grapefruit to a small watermelon, albeit an incredibly knobbly one. It was stretched so far that it was actually starting to put up a decent amount of resistance; Clara really had to strain to force in the ball she was holding.

Suddenly, she could see the balls inside starting to shift around. As she pushed down on the ball, the flesh on either side of Janet’s uterus bulged outward, right below the entrances to her fallopian tubes, which soon started expanding as well. The bulges grew into hemispheres, and then full spheres as the two balls were pushed deeper and deeper until they collided with her ovaries. Clara smiled and quickly took advantage of the space that had become available to shove in another ball.

Feeling that trying to keep going would probably pop her friend’s birth canal like a balloon, Clara shifted her attention back to Janet’s abdominal cavity, which she started filling up one ball at a time, trying to fill up every nook and cranny as if she was stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey. The two girls kept going for another 10 minutes or so, until both of them were crammed. Clara wiped the sweat off her brow. Janet looked like she was pregnant with octuplets. Curious, she looked down and found that her friend had made a lot of progress too: she didn’t so much have a six-pack as a twenty-something pack. Running her fingers across her stomach, she could clearly feel the indentations between the balls.

“Well, that was fun,” said Janet. “So, shall we compare scores?”

“Yup. How many did you get?”

“Nineteen. Beat that!”

“Ha-hah! Forty-one! I win! In your face!”

“Aw man! I thought I had it. Wait…” Janet counted on her fingers. “I just need two more to win!”

Clara confidently tapped the purple ball that was partially poking out of her asshole.

“Well, good luck, because you’re not fitting any more in he–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Janet snatched up a ball between her thumb, ring finger and pinky and speared her hand towards Clara’s right breast, index and middle finger outstretched. Her areola was pushed inwards almost half an inch before her nipple yielded and allowed the two invading fingers inside, which Janet spread immediately, forcing the ball inside with the palm of her hand.

Clara’s mouth fell open in surprise, which gave Janet time to pick up and other ball and assault her left boob as well. Barely three seconds later, Clara was staring down past her tits, which had grown several cup sizes, at the face of a triumphant Janet.

“Make that twenty-one. We never said where the balls had to be stuffed. I win!”

“Oh yeah?”

Clara grabbed a ball of her own and tried to mash it into Janet’s breast, but unlike her Janet hadn’t spent the past few days slowly gaping her nipples. Clara sighed in defeat and dropped the ball.

“All right, fine, you win.”

The girl stood and admired their own and each other’s bodies. They tried to climb out of the ball pit to find a mirror, but moving around turned out to be quite a challenge in their current condition.

“Wow, now I know what pregnant women feel like,” huffed Janet. “Would you mind emptying me out again?”

“Yeah, I’d like to get rid of mine as well. I feel like I just ate a 17-course Christmas dinner.”

The two of them sank back into the pit. Clara turned Janet around and began the task of emptying her out, reaching a hand inside and pulling out as many balls as she could each time. Janet pushed on her ridiculously swollen stomach walls with her hand, trying to push them out of herself at the same time. She could watch as she slowly deflated, leaving her with a bit of loose skin as a result of the sudden stretching. Eh, she could live with that, all things considered.

Emptying out her womb needed a little more finesse.

“Heh, you could jump on it and see if all the balls fly out.” she laughed, before quickly clarifying that this was a joke suggestion not to be taken literally. When the last plastic ball had been squeezed ouf of it, her womb looked bigger than before, flopping around and draping itself over the other balls in the pit as Janet made her way around.

“Okay, your turn,” she said to her friend. “Come on, spread those cheeks and try to push when my hand’s out”

“Yes, nurse.” replied Clara, doing as she was asked, her tits still stuffed. Most of the balls fell out of her ass quickly enough, but it was a lot trickier to empty her out when she still had her guts inside herself.

“Hmmm…” said Janet, arm shoved in past the elbow and wiggling around. “I might have been a little over-zealous with packing you. They’re in good and deep.”

“What? You can’t reach– ooooft…” Clara groaned as her girlfriend pushed her arm as deep as it could go, but still Janet couldn’t get a grip on the balls deep inside her. She slowly pulled her arm out and sighed.

“Okay, two options here. Option One, we pull your guts out like a rope and squeeze ‘em out that way.”

“That sounds sensible…” said Clara, squirming as she imagined herself with a mega-prolapse.

“Yeah, but, I dunno, not feeling that. I’ve got a better idea about reaching those balls in you…”

“Let me guess: pushing them out from the other side?”

“Don’t be silly; I’d never reach that far. No, I was thinking of cutting open your belly button so I can reach my hand in and squeeze them out.”

“Riiiiiight. Yeah, that’s much less ridiculous then my idea,” said Clara with a skeptical look.

“What? I’m pretty sure it’ll allow me to get the balls out, and it doesn’t do too much damage to you in the process. Of course, if you’d rather I slice open your whole abdomen and cut out your guts we could do that too. Or I could find some high-powered vacuum cleaner and suck them out… though I suppose there’s a risk that it’d turn you completely inside out in the process.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Let’s not do any of that. Okay, fine, I guess we’ll go with your idea.”

“Excellent. Besides, it’s not every day you get a new fuckhole,” said Janet, waggling her eyebrows.

Clara smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Pervert.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” replied Janet, and gave her a quick kiss.

Clara lay back, stretching out her arms and legs to pull her belly taut, or as taut as it could be with the bulges beneath.

“Okay doc, have at me.”

Janet knelt over her.

“Can do. Let’s see, how am I going to do this…”

She tapped her chin in thought, then pulled back her hand and looked at her fingernails.

“Hm, perhaps these might do…”

She placed the finger nail of her index finger against Clara’s belly button and started applying pressure. Her nails weren’t excessively long, but the quarter inch or so was enough to make a somewhat decent cutting edge. Her finger was making a fair-sized dent in Clara’s stomach, but when she lifted her finger to inspect her progress there was only a white line in the shape of her fingernail. Redoubling her efforts, she dug her nail into the small divot and leaned down on it. She could see a tiny drop of blood well up from underneath her fingertip. Then, suddenly, she broke through. Her finger sank inside down to the knuckle, surrounded on all sides by something slimy.

“There we go,” said Janet. “Ok, bear with me here, need to widen your new hole a little.”

She started pistoning her finger up and down, poking the soft wet guts she knew lay undernearth, loosening the belly button up enough that she could fit two fingers in it. She repeated the process until soon she had three fingers, then four. Spreading her digits wide a few times left Janet with enough room to do what she intended to do.

“Wow, this is going to make it awkward to wear swimwear if we ever go to a beach again,” said Clara, looking down at herself. “Although I guess it already would be. Wearing bikinis is hard enough with no buttcheeks.”

Janet started to move her hand around between the skin of Clara’s abdomen and her intestines. She watched the imprint of her hand move around, fascinated, as she found the knobbly bits that showed where those plastic balls had ended up. Finding the ‘top’ ball, Janet squeezed at it, trying to force it downwards.

“Oh that feels so weird, I can feel them moving down with every squeeze.”

“I bet,” grunted Janet in reply. She would occasionally fish a loop of intestine out of the belly button to make it easier for herself. The going was slower than she’d like, but eventually, Clara spread her legs, and a green plastic orb was pushed out of her asshole. The rest followed in due time.

“Phew. That was relatively clean,” said Clara. “Relatively.”

She reached a hand down and held her own exposed entrails, warm and slippery just like Janet’s – but these were hers. She pushed them back inside herself before righting herself; a small loop poked out of the hole but stayed mostly inside herself. It would have to do for now.

“Well, that was fun. GG, Janet.”

“Janet, Queen of Balls.”

“Long may she reign.”

“Over balls. Okay, let’s get outta this pit before I trip and accidentally swallow some more.”

The two girls clambered out of the ball pit slightly unsteadily, having to get used to the emptiness inside them again.

“So, are you going to keep the implants?” asked Janet, looking at Clara’s chest.

“Oh, right,” said Clara, following her gaze. “Nah, I prefer to keep mine all natural.”

She circled the base of her left breast with the thumb and forefinger of both hands and squeezed. There was an audible pop as the ball was launched out of its confines, bouncing several times on the floor before rolling away. It left a gaping void in its wake; her areola was now a pink ring circling a hole almost two inches in diameter that showed no sign of closing.

“Sorry hon, but I don’t think that’s entirely natural. Because I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to be able to do this,” Janet said with a smile as she reached up and casually pushed her balled fist into Clara’s boob down to the wrist with barely any resistance.

“Says the girl who’s got her ovaries dangling between her knees.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to feel out of place.”

Clara stuck out her tongue, grabbed her other breast and squeezed, leaning back so that the ball shot right past Janet’s ear.

“Neat trick,” said Janet. “You should take that down to Tijuana. I bet you could make some real money doing that.”

“Yeah, and as an encore I could give them a good look inside,” said Clara, sticking four fingers of each hand inside and pulling them apart, spreading her milk duct to over three inches wide, giving Janet a crystal clear look at the yellowish tissue of the mammary glands inside. She pulled back her own hand a little so she could spread her own fingers wide, giving her girlfriend a matching gape on the other side. She leaned in her head between Clara’s hands and gave the roof of her milk duct a long lick.

“Hmm, farm fresh,” she said, licking her lips.

“Heh. Come on, you dolt, let’s get going.”

“Don’t you want to get dressed first?”

“Honestly, there’s not much point, is there? We got lucky with Liz, but anyone who isn’t half blind is going to clock as zombies from a mile away. I mean, look at me: my brain’s hanging out, my ass is missing, my tits can serve as gloves and there’s a little doggie door to my guts.”

“Hold on, I can fix one of those things,” said Janet, fishing out the roll of duct tape from underneath her clothing. She tore off a strip of it with her teeth, and stuck it over the hole in her belly.

“There you go, good as new.”

“Right, I bet that’ll make all the difference. And of course you won’t arouse any suspicion either, with your torn off arm, your missing bowels and your cunt flopping around between your legs.”

“Pretty much all of which we could hide with clothing,” said Janet. “But be honest, you just want to show off your body, don’t you?”

“I… err…”

Clara couldn’t stop the corners from curving upwards.

“Whore,” laughed Janet.

“Slut,” smiled Clara, a twinkle in her eye.

“Okay, fine. I suppose it’s warm enough. And I do like the breeze on my womb. All right, let’s go show all the zombies what a little hussy you are.”

It had felt as if they had spent the whole day inside the mall, but when the two naked zombies made their way outside the sun was still in the sky, albeit low and beginning to set. They had taken the opposite entrance from how they’d gotten in, finding the barricade there flimsy to the point of non-existence. Clara wondered if she should feel more concerned for Liz than she truthfully did. It was nice to imagine that she got out of this mess in one piece, but… if they did meet that cute, warm, delicious girl again…

“You listening, Clara?”

“Huh?” The bald woman shook her head harshly, trying to focus her thoughts again, which had the effect of causing her brain to jiggle. Janet looked at the exposed organ.

“Hmmm, you know, starting to think you need a little more air for that thing. You’ve looked kind of out of it since Mr. Cheese’s joint.”

She poked the gray matter, earning her a slap on the wrist from Clara.

“Maybe I should cut your head open and see if there’s anything inside.”

“See, even your jokes are tired. I–”

Janet stopped, looking at something. They had been walking down more towards the centre of town, as opposed to the more residential areas they’d stuck to before now. Shops were everywhere, and Janet pointed towards one that had a telltale red and white pole outside the storefront.

“Oooh. Idea.”

“Oh, I get it. It’s because I’m bald.”

“No, no, I didnt mean it like that!” Janet quickly clarified. “I mean, you’re not currently bald enough. You need a little more off the top. Come on.”

“But–”

There was no arguing with Janet when she was in this mood. She politely pushed past a couple of zombies who had been shambling past them, picked up a rock from the ground, and threw it at the shop window. The glass shattered almost entirely, and Janet cheerfully leapt inside, her womb flapping behind her like a tail as she jumped. Clara shrugged. Man, the things you do when you’re undead and bored…

Clara gingerly stepped through the window, trying to avoid the shards of broken glass, and sat down in the middle of the three barber chairs, next to which Janet had taken up position.

“Can I interest you in a barber gown, ma’am?” she asked.

“There’s not much point, is there? It’s not like I’m going to get any hair on me. Unless you were planning on shaving my eyebrows, I guess.”

“True enough. Besides, I like the view much better this way.”

She pulled up a trolley filled with hairdressing supplies and rummaged through it.

“Clippers, shampoo, hair gel… ah, here we go.”

She picked up a straight razor and opened it up.

“You know, I saw the way you looked when I opened up that zombie’s skull this morning. You were riveted, weren’t you?”

There wasn’t much point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

“Did you like the way I cracked open her skull like an egg, until that big juicy brain was completely exposed, all naked and vulnerable?” the brunette asked in a husky voice.

Clara’s throat was suddenly feeling dry. She swallowed.

“Uh-huh.”

“Since you’re turning into quite the little exhibitionist, strutting that sexy body of yours for everyone to see like a two-dollar prostitute, how would you like me to expose your brain as well? Show everyone those slutty little lobes of yours?”

“I-” stumbled Clara. Her voice was very raspy, and she cleared her throat. “Do it.”

“Certainly, ma’am,” said Janet, instantly switching back into her role as a barber. She held the razor horizontally and placed the blade against Clara’s forehead, just a hair’s breadth above her eyebrows.

“How’s this, ma’am? Short enough?”

It wasn’t like there was any more that could be removed.

“Sure.”

Janet pressed down, and Clara could feel the blade digging into her skin. When it hit bone, Janet pulled it along the curvature of the bald girl’s head, making a straight line to just above her ear before curving down and joining up with the cut going around the back of her head. Returning to the front, she mirrored the cut on the other side. Placing the razor back on the trolley, she dug her nails into the cut and started burrowing underneath the skin, slowly loosening it from the skull beneath. It took a few minutes of concentrated work, but in the end Clara pulled loose the piece of skin, having completely scalped her girlfriend, who was looking at the white dome in the mirror. She ran her fingers across its smooth surface.

“My little egghead,” grinned Janet. “Come on, let’s get you peeled.”

The flap of skin was unceremoniously launched over Janet’s shoulder, not even having any hair on it to make it a worthy trophy. Janet considered how she was going to do this, tapping on the smooth bone with her fingernails. That turned into tapping it with her knuckles, and finally full blown hammering down with her fist.

“Hey, careful!” protested Clara, wincing.

“Well, they don’t normally use hacksaws in most barbershops, so if we want this open it’s going to need a bit of force,” explained Janet, looking around for a suitable blunt instrument. She spotted a hairdryer and snatched at it, weighing it in her hand. Then she turned it around, holding the device by the nozzle, and raised it high.

“Are you sure about this?”

“If you end up drooling and stuff I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

Janet brought the hair dryer down on the exact middle of Clara’s skull – not quite full strength, but producing a much harder blow than she would have been capable of with her bare hands. There was an audible crack as a fracture spiderwebbed across the white bone immediately. The redhead brought the hairdryer down on Clara’s forehead for good measure, laughing as her undead girlfriend winced and shut her eyes reflexively.

“Eeep!”

“Oh, you little baby, I’m just caving your skull in. Don’t be a wuss,” Janet teased, putting the hairdryer down. She gave the skull some gentler blows with her fist, making sure the cracks were spread out wide. On the last blow, just on the ridge of the forehead, her hand sunk in ever so slightly. When she pulled her hand away, a chip of bone came with her. She looked down at the original hole at the back of Clara’s head. She could start by working her way towards there.

Much like she had done that morning, Janet started picking apart Clara’s skull, albeit much more carefully than she had done with the zombie girl. She dropped the fragments on the floor into a steadily growing pile. After around two dozen chips of bone she had made her way to the back edge of the skull, revealing the cleft between the two hemispheres of Clara’s brain beneath. Working from this central line outwards, she gradually uncovered the entirety of her girlfriend’s grey matter over the course of the next ten minutes or so.

Once she had plucked away every stray white fragment above the edge of her skin, she stopped to admire her work. She ran her finger all along the perimeter of Clara’s head, which, while not perfectly smooth, wasn’t very jagged either. She slipped her fingers underneath her friend’s brain and lifted it up a little to see if there was anything she’d missed. Underneath the brain there was only a slightly irregular bowl-like shape that she decided to leave in place so the Clara’s brain would have something to sit on. When she turned her attention to the front, however, she saw how even the minor displacement of her fingers was causing to nerves connecting Clara’s eyes to her brain to stretch. They nerves ran through a narrow tunnel in the bone structure that separated the eye sockets from the cranial cavity. If those barriers were gone, she could play with Clara’s brain all she liked…

“Janet? What are you smiling about? Are you planning something?”

“Yeah, but trust me, you’re going to like it.”

The only question was how she was going to remove it. Smashing it wasn’t an option, since it would risk blinding Clara. She tried scratching at the white wall with her fingernails, but while their zombie-like state had certainly affected their structural integrity, it wasn’t brittle enough to simply claw away. Looking around, her eyes fell on a pair of scissors. She grabbed them and placed the tip against the white wall, not too close to the left optical nerve. Pulling back half an inch or so, she stabbed it forward, repeating the motion again and again until a tiny networks started forming again, and some of the bone was starting to chip away. She repeated this on the other side and between the eyes, taking great care not to accidentally stab Clara in her brain. Now she got to work with her fingernails again, slowly scooping out small heaps of grit. It was slow going, but as she went she could see more and more of the back of Clara’s eyeballs.

“Okay, ready?” she asked when she thought the holes were big enough. “This might feel a little weird.”

She hooked her fingers under the front side of Clara’s brain and pulled up and back, dragging the other girl’s eyeballs back through their sockets and out into the open air.

“A little?” said Clara, nervously. “Try a lot! It’s like going into a tunnel backwards, and– woooaaaahhhh! What are you doing?”

The bald – well, now very bald – girl tried to sit up, but even if she wanted to it would have been impossible to keep her balance as Clara’s vision went haywire. Now it was like she was getting pulled up into the air, and yet still staying on the ground at the same time, as the inside of her own skull came into view.

“That’s… wow!”

“Yeah, this is pretty neat, actually,” smiled Janet, as she held her lover’s brain in one hand. She was gentle with it, of course, making sure not to press too tight and to not pull it up too much, but at the same time it was thrilling to be holding such an important yet vulnerable thing, so soft and fragile. The eyeballs dangled down on their nerves, the green irises staring unblinking.

Janet moved round to the front of Clara to get a look at her face. The eye sockets were dark and empty, and it was bizarre to see that familiar face looking so different. She leaned in, arm held high with the still-attached brain resting on her palm, and gave Clara a deep kiss. The bout of brain surgery had brought her libido back to the fore, and the two leaned into the kiss. Janet could almost feel her womb throbbing between her thighs.

“Being a zombie fucking rules,” she whispered, after the kiss had been broken. “I’m so glad all this happened. I don’t care if that sounds selfish.”

“God, we’re just awful,” laughed Clara, before wincing.

“Okay, put my brain back in my head for now before I get a headache.”

“I hear trepanning is good for that.”

“Clearly not. They lied.”

“Alright, let me put you down for now.”

Janet gingerly placed Clara’s brain back on top of the shallow bowl that was now the top of her head and draped the eyes over the rim of Clara’s forehead, making sure she could see herself in the mirror. Catching the gaze of the girl that was now technically ‘topless’, Janet bent down, stuck out her tongue and pressed it against the back of her girlfriend’s brain. She give it a long, leisurely lick, running her tongue all the way to the front before reversing course, this time working it deep into the groove between the two hemispheres.

“Well, I’m glad to see you don’t just like me for my body, but for my mind as well,” laughed Clara.

“All the more now that I have such good access to it,” said Janet before sucking her lips against the wrinkly surface and tracing the folds with the tip of her tongue, leaving a trail of saliva; she noticed she was drooling quite heavily. She ignored it; she didn’t care and Clara probably wouldn’t notice.

The other girl did, in fact, notice. She saw the thin ropes of spit stretch between Janet’s lips and her grey matter and pictured Janet devouring her like she had devoured that zombie, sinking her teeth into the very core of her being. She felt the barber chair grow noticeably wetter.

Wanting to get a good look at Clara’s brain, she reached in with her hand and poked her fingers into the fissure between the two brain halves. She probed deeper and deeper, until almost her whole hand was between them. Angling it left and right, she slowly made the gap larger and larger, pushing the two hemispheres as far apart as they would go. She stopped when she felt some tension, and instead started looking to see if there were any other trenches she could maybe open up a little. She found one running horizontally across the back of the brain, which she started exploring with her fingers as well.

“What are you doing?” asked Clara.

“Oh, nothing. Just trying to make you a little more… open-minded.”

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think it gets any more open-minded than this,” said the sitting girl, gesturing at where the top of her head used to be.

“Is that a challenge?” “Uhhh… maybe?” said Clara hesitatingly. She suddenly realized that she didn’t know how much further Janet could take this. Possibly quite far, given everything that had happened the past couple of days.

But that was a risk. As a zombie, the brain was her weakness, after all. But… oh, wasn’t that a thrill on its own? One she had almost forgotten about: the idea that she might actually die. Stupid, yes, but all thrill seeking was usually stupid if you thought about it…

“Just… if you feel anything about to break, try not to go nuts,” she said at last, deciding to err on the side of caution just for now.

“Oh, very well. But this is still okay, yeah?” replied Janet, pulling the crease apart and making a small gape there. “Not feeling anything funny are we? Seeing sounds yet?”

“No, but last time you messed with my brain– oh god not again…”

Janet looked down at the barber’s chair, which was now not only even wetter but also warm and smelling rather pungent, a golden stream making a puddle on the seat and spilling onto the floor. Janet made a face and mouthed “Sorry!” to the eyes that were hanging over the rim of Clara’s forehead. Clearly she would have to make up for this terrible faux pas. But how? As she thought about it, she realized she had pulled Clara’s brain up a little too high, and the brain stem twanged like a guitar string.

“Oh, sorry; should be more careful with that.”

“…”

“You okay?” Clara’s eyes seemed to twinkle.

“Keep doing that. That felt nice” said the woman in the wet chair. “Like a tingle all the way down my spine…”

Janet gave the brain a short, controlled jerk.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” yelled Clara, who grabbed one of her boobs in one hand and started furiously rubbing her pussy with the other.

Janet plucked the taut spinal cord with her pinky finger, producing another note.

“Mmmmm… more. More!” moaned Clara, thrusting the hand that had been squeezing her breast into the hole in her stomach while slipping her other hand into her hole, stimulating her pussy from both sides.

“You want more? Oh, I’ll give you more,” said Janet. Being a little more forceful now, but still making sure not to pull hard enough to tear something loose, she continued trying to separate the various parts of Clara’s brain as much as possible. She managed to get the creased outer part of the brain mostly separated from the more diverse bottom half of the brain. This left two mostly disconnected parts about the size and shape of a large banana, with an eyeball attached to the front of each.

“You want your brain eaten, huh? Well, down the hatch, girl.”

Janet twisted Clara’s brain so that the right half hung over the side of her head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and guided the eyeball inside, followed by the rest of the brain meat.

Clara got a close-up of Janet’s tongue and uvula before her eye was sucked past the dangling little pink thing and the right half of her vision was plunged into darkness.

The brunette fought past the gag reflex and kept swallowing, taking more and more of the gray matter inside until her mouth closed over the back of it, only the connection to Clara’s cerebellum still poking out from between her lips.

“Aahhh! Do it! Suck down the rest of my brain as well! Slide my whory little brain down your throat!”

Janet opened her mouth and pulled back her head, releasing Clara’s brain, which was completely drenched in spit.

“Sorry babe, but that sexy brain of yours? Not so little. I could barely swallow this down. Don’t worry, though; I know just where to put that dirty mind of yours.”

She stepped on the pedal at the bottom of Clara’s chair, lowering it all the way to the ground until her crotch was almost level with Clara’s head. She grabbed her dangling prolapse and draped it over Clara’s brain before reaching behind her and shoving her arm through her asshole into her inverted womb, where she tried to get a good grip of her friend’s brain through the pink flesh.

“Get ready to mindfuck me,” she said as she started pulling her catch inside.

The soft folds of the brain fed their way inside the pink tube, and with each inch swallowed, the closer Janet’s prolapse got to the base of Clara’s head. She was thrashing about madly now, twitching and salivating at the pressure and the sheer debauchery of it all. There were audible splashing sounds on her chair as what was left of her ass bounced up and down on the puddle of her own piss.

“Yas! FFffk! Seeeeayayy!”

“Haha, oh wow, we should have done this way sooner,” laughed Janet, her womb now having sucked in every inch of Clara’s brain. Her thighs now brushed against the jagged rim of her lover’s skull, and she squeezed the head, briefly tempted to try and crush the rest of the skull. No, too much hassle, hot as the image was. Instead, she tried hopping in place, feeling the brainstem stretch and tense up each time. Her fingers dug into the meat of her womb, pressing against the brain inside and jerking herself off at the same time, as Clara’s own masturbation grew increasingly erratic.

“Gyaaaah!” Clara’s twitching intensified as she came, bringing her legs up. Unfortunately, this just tipped the chair she was sitting on backwards, knocking both girls over and into a messy, wet heap on the dirty barbershop floor.

“Clara, are you okay?” Janet immediately asked in a panicked voice, fearing the fall had torn through Clara’s brainstem.

“Ow. Yeah, I think I am.”

The brunette breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing her girlfriend’s voice.

“The judges probably aren’t going to give us any points for that dismount,” she joked.

“Doesn’t matter. We still win, because the rest of that was fucking flawless. Holy shit, best sex ever.”

“It’s got some stiff competition, but you might be right. Before we have another accident, though, let’s get your brain back where it belongs.”

Janet spread herself wide, gaping her cunt obscenely as she scooched backwards, gradually revealing Clara’s brain until it lay there upside down on the floor, her eyeballs just a hair away from Janet’s ovaries.

“I’m liking the view,” said Clara with a smile. “I know your cunt is huge, but it seems even bigger from this perspective.”

“Well, it’s always open if you want to take another dive inside,” said Janet. “For now, though, let’s get you up.”

She scooped the mass of greyish flesh into her hands and helped the other girl sit upright, depositing the slippery pile on top of her head and pushing the eyes back into their sockets. Looking outside, she noticed that it was getting rather dark.

“It’s getting kind of late. Should we head back to the apartment?”

“I’m not sure I’m ready for a long walk yet. My legs are still all wobbly. Can’t we just sleep here?”

Janet stifled a yawn. They’d had a pretty busy day, and it was taking it’s toll.

“Eh, I supposed. It won’t be as comfortable as a bed, but to be honest I can’t really be arsed to walk very far right now either.”

She got to her feet, gathered a few barber gowns and spread them out on the floor. Clara crawled over and they lay down, with Janet spooning Clara. She pulled the gowns over the two of them.

“Night night,” said Clara.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Oh, not a chance. My dreams are going to be very naughty.”

“Good girl.”

“What did I just say? I have zero intention of being a good–”

“Just go to sleep, you dork,” said Janet, rolling her eyes. She pressed a kiss to Clara’s neck and the two girls drifted off to sleep, sporting matching smiles.