Another thing you should add is more sexual scenes. Like for instance the family goes to the pool and they leave early because Alyssa somehow ruined the bottom part of her swimsuit( personally I would say she tore them down the center revealing her vagina and anus). On the way back you could say the car was packed and because of that Alyssa had to sit on Alex's lap. Make up something that would cause Alyssa to be forced to sit on something that would go deep up her anus or vagina. Alex could find this funny and start to take advantage by putting things beneath and their being oblivious would tell Alyssa to sit down of be punished.

Sorry for the comment overload, my computer messed up and I ended up spamming the submit button.

Well, since this hasn't gotten an update in the last 6 months, I'll take this opportunity to voice my surprise at the idea of a self-driving car that needs to "turn on an engine" such as an internal combustion engine rather than an electric motor.

>>4005
Not exactly sure wgere you're going with that or was it just a random comment. It'd be nice if someone else continued this story if the original can't.

>>4006
Self-driving cars and electric motors go together very well since a computer has much more control over the instant torque of an electric motor than the likes of an internal combustion engine.

The thing is, many electric vehicles don't really "turn on" an engine or, if they do, you certainly don't hear it and therefore don't know when the vehicle is off or when it's just doing the electric-equivalent of idling.

>>4021
No, no, I meant, why were you posting that seemingly random comment here?

>>4026

Uh, he commented about the car leaving the hotel with Alyssa's gut inside, audibly starting as it sped away.

>>4027
Ah, that explains it.

I'd really love to see this story finished. OP?

Last bump to see if this story can be finished.

OP here. I only wrote the first chapter, but I guess it's time to pick this back up, since I quite like the way this story has evolved.

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Alyssa patted loose front cover nervously as she left her room. She could feel the seams through her T-shirt, and her fidgeting had probably made it worse. Oh well, if it fell off while she was seated, she could just hold it in her lap. But as she walked, the chewed snack bar swaying in her cavity, the sound of crackling plastic gave her pause once again. Just as she was considering just taping her pussy and asshole and using her body as a container, she lifted her nervous gaze to see Jim standing in her path, sporting a knowing smile.

"You're not going to dinner like that, are you?" he said.
"Huh?" Alyssa looked down at herself, blushing. Had she forgotten something obvious while trying to salvage her anatomical situation? "I, uh, I'm kind of forgetful when I get distracted--"
She stopped abruptly when she saw what he had in his hands. "No kidding. It'd be no fun to go to dinner without one of these," he said, holding up a stomach attached to a coil of intestines which he had wrapped around his hand.
Alyssa gaped. "How did--"
"You were kind of translucent earlier, without the clothes I mean. And the way you walked—well, it suits you, but let's just say it looks like quite the balancing act.”

She blushed some more, her fears during her earlier attempt at concealment having been confirmed. Rather than try to explain herself, she took the opportunity to change the subject, which Jim had so graciously provided her. “Where did you get that?”

He patted his belly. “Cut it in half, and sealed them both up. I went for an even split, and I also took out some intestines for the full digestive experience. Here, catch!”

Alyssa, still stunned, almost let the slippery mass bounce off her, but after some stumbling, she held her salvation in her arms. “Whoa. I really can't thank you enough, I mean, you didn't have to, it's all my fault for playing around with--”

She was interrupted by the sound of her abs hitting the carpet. Reminded of the urgency of the situation, she gave him an awkward smile and began trying to ride up her shirt with her elbows, her future insides threatening to spill out of her hands. It didn't occur to her to ask for help, given her rather special domestic situation, but soon, Jim was behind her, holding the rim of the shirt at her chest level. Alyssa tore the plastic bag from its perch, throwing it in the path of a passing cleaning bot. She held the esophagus against the top of the organ with one hand, grabbed the length of bandage which Jim was holding over her shoulder with the other, and fastened it tightly. They repeated the process with her rectum, and finally her front cover, which was beginning to look bruised, and, letting down her shirt, Alyssa turned to face Jim and gave him a quick hug before she ran down the stairs.


***

Alyssa was ravenous, which was to be expected after literally emptying herself for a day. She was so relieved to have a stomach again that she nearly forgot about the rest of her missing organs. She wasn't really sure how everything connected, but if she didn't need them all to enjoy this steak, it could wait.

“My, my. If you'd told me earlier how hungry you were, I would have brought you something before I left. We packed snacks, remember?” Nevertheless, she was glad to see that her daughter's brooding aura had lifted as she happily shoveled food into her mouth.

“I guess I just had an upset stomach,” said Alyssa between helpings. Given what it would take to upset a stomach, this excuse was as good as a confession if taken literally, but her mother's experience as a parent had taught her to turn a blind eye in these instances.
They discussed what Alyssa had done while her mother was away, and Alyssa mentioned making a new friend while omitting any bits pertaining to her anatomy. Patting herself again, she decided to go easy on her stomach next time.
Patting herself a little lower, she wondered what she would do for her date tonight. Their last encounter had been... intimate; he was practically inside her already (though the stomach was as good as hers now, thanks to the standardized biological program interface). Better not to overthink it, she decided. Dates are supposed to be spontaneous, right?


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Eight o'clock.
Her half-size stomach was practically bursting by the time dinner was over. She had to empty her bowels immediately afterwards, finding that a half-sized intestinal tract had some unpleasant side effects, which she flushed with her eyes shut. When she stood up, she felt a pinching sensation. Looking down, she saw that a bit of intestine had slid out of her vagina while she sat, lacking any obstructions on the way down. Shoving it back in with her fingers, she felt it fall right back against her inner lips. Not wanting to loosen herself trying to push it back further, she decided that the next order of business was to get back in one piece. She always took being whole for granted, but bodily malfunctions always reminded her of how delicate the whole affair was.

Back in her room, she took inventory. Her bed was how she left it, and for once, her organs hadn't been tossed out behind her back. Firstly, her gaze landed on her uterus. It lay with its ovaries crossed, as if indignant at being uprooted. Alyssa pulled her shirt over her head and removed the bandages from her midriff, prying herself back open. It was a shame to tear the partially regenerated skin in the process, but it was still the path of least resistance. Taking the roll of soluble bandages from her back pocket, she went to work, until her vaginal passage led where it was supposed to. She would rather not find out what the prolonged absence of a bladder or kidneys would do to her, since everyone would throw those away if it just meant never having to pee.

Alyssa could still feel some hollow spaces, and knew she was still missing some bits, but she'd done her best at this point, and felt ready to relax for a night before worrying about replacing them. She'd taken care to tape her “lid” back on from the inside (to the best of her ability), so she didn't look like a patchwork abomination without her shirt on. Finally, she slipped into a tank top, and, examining her pants, which might as well have been pajamas, she replaced them with a tight pair of shorts. She reveled in tightness now that she wasn't at risk of imploding.


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Ten o'clock. Alyssa had arrived first, pretending to read the labels on the encased food items while glancing at her watch. She didn't have to wait long; a familiar voice greeted her from behind, and soon they were face to face once more.

“How did you like it? Did my stomach manage to stay put for you?”

“Yup! It definitely beat having to pretend-eat into a plastic bag while I was literally starving.” She paused, then nervously added, “You won't be needing it back, will you?”

Jim laughed. “By tomorrow, we'll both be back to full size, so why fix what isn't broken?” He furrowed his brow. “Speaking of which, how did you end up like that in the first place?”

“Uh, it's kind of embarrassing. Have you ever picked at a dry lip, but always found that there's that little extra bit sticking out, until the whole thing is raw? Well, this little part of my guts was sticking out... and, um, the car ride was really long...” She thought about how stupid that must have sounded, and wished she'd made something clever up instead.

“So you just can just tear yourself apart out of boredom?”

That's it, he thinks I'm a freak, she thought forlornly. But he continued,

“Well, why should people get so squeamish about that stuff? We can handle way more than what's socially acceptable. Our bodies are so cool, why can't we have fun with them?”

Alyssa wondered if that was her motivation all along. Had it been fun to disassemble herself? Parts of it had certainly felt good. She thought back to her numerous experiences with being in pieces. Picturing her body sprawled in impossible ways, with her limbs scattered across the bathroom floor, remembering the unique sensation of pressing against a severed body part as the feeling begins to flow through it. Before long, a tingling alerted her that her nipples were standing conspicuously erect underneath her tank top.

Maybe it was time to embrace it.

“I guess, yea! I'm not afraid to play rough. I've had plenty of practice with my brother growing up.”

Jim looked slightly jealous. “Oh. I'm an only child. I've always wondered what it would be like to be that intimate with somebody...”

“Trust me, it has its downsides,” said Alyssa. “And we aren't really intimate so much as used to each other. And used to breaking each other.”

“So if we were to try it--”

“I kind of want to enjoy being in one piece for a while,” she said, stretching. “I have you to thank for that, though, so I totally owe you later. So, wanna hit the arcade?”

Weird girl. She'd rather play games right now than be dismembered? Well, whatever, there's something here for everyone, he thought, following.

What do you know, miracles do happen. When I saw that this story recieved an update, I figured it was just another review. Imagine my surprise when I saw that this story was ACTUALLY updated. At least JJ will be happy seeing as we have him to thank for keeping it it on the board this long. Do you plan to continue updating it?

I'm so glad to see this story being continued. i really like the whole concept.

Great to see this updated again!

Ah, why not. I'll try not to trample over your plans, though, thus...

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Alex (1)

“Come on in.” Jona smiled at him, then continued inwards through her house.

Alex cautiously stuck his head around the corner of the entranceway, and for his trouble almost immediately had to dodge an incoming missile. He swung his clarinet case out in his place, to take the impact.

“Aleeeeex… oof!”

In short, a him-sized red-haired missile known (to people other than her mother) as Ruby, who had chosen of her own free will to wrap herself around his clarinet case every single time he’d come to visit. It absolutely wasn’t his fault, in any possible sense.

Seriously.

“Cruel! So cruel!” Ruby whined from on top of the case, her head propped up with her hands. “Why didn’t you stand there and take it like boy, hmm?”

“There are a lot of things I could say to that,” he said, then sighed. “Help me put this away, why don’t you?”

“Sure!”

xxx

Alex and Alyssa’s parents were, by their own reckoning, two of the very few people on Mars who had jobs that really mattered, which was to say jobs where things could go seriously wrong if they didn’t show up to work on time. For an upside, they were rich, but for a downside, they didn’t exactly have much free time to spend that money in. That was one of the reasons why the two of them spent so much time on their own.

Jona and her daughter Ruby, by comparison, didn’t have a job at all.

Well, that was slightly unfair. Ruby was a teenager (nearly his age, she often pointed out), and wasn’t expected to. Jona *was*, but like most people she had to make do with what she could get. In her case that amounted to being a personal instructor for people who could afford it, such as Alex’ parents.

It made for slightly awkward relationships, but Ruby was never one to care. Being a grade-level younger than him, Alex felt it was his duty to keep her enthusiasm tamped down.

xxx

Several hours later. The final notes of Shubert’s Ave Maria faded, to be replaced by Ruby’s energetic clapping.

Jona, always more reserved, simply nodded.

“Excellent work today, Alex. Keep this up, and you’ll be able to join the orchestra in no time. Now, then…”

Alex waited patiently as she leafed through her music index.

“Hmm.”

Ruby stretched luxuriously on the sofa, showing off her figure. His eyebrows twitched.

“That’ll do. It’s a bit obscure, but how do you feel about Scott Joplin’s works?”

He’d never heard of them, but couldn’t say that. He shrugged.

“For tomorrow, then. I’m sure you know this, but your mother asked me to take care of you until Sunday. You have the rest of the evening off, and—“ Ruby’s eyes lit up with a manic glee. She immediately grabbed his arm, leaving him barely enough time to drop the clarinet, and practically dragged him up the stairs to her room. “Try to survive?”

For once in his life he doubted that that would be a problem.

xxx

If you’d asked Alex what Ruby was to him…

Well, he wouldn’t have said ‘a bratty little sister’, for all that he might think that on occasion. And he couldn’t have said ‘a best friend’, if only because they didn’t meet often enough for that. ‘Girlfriend’, of course, was right out, though more from inertia and old familiarity than a true lack of interest. That being said, neither one had any interest in finding someone else.

Alyssa might think she was the first one of the twins to go on a date, but for all intents and purposes Alex and Ruby had been dating for years. They merely didn’t realise it.

If you asked Ruby what Alex was to her, her answer would have been far more certain. “A slowpoke who should figure it out already.”

She’d tried nearly everything, except actually telling him.

xxx

Nine o’ clock in the evening.

“D sin x?”

Alex’s tired voice fell like a wet noodle across the bedroom.

“Cos x.”

A bit more time passed as they worked on their respective math homework. If you were hoping for something different… wait, what were you hoping for, Ruby? They were, at least, on the same bed. On their backs, staring up at their respective homework slates and not doing anything that might be described as ‘fun’, but they both thought it was a *little* less annoying this way.

“x over cos x dx?”

“That’s…”

Time moved, in much the same way arrows fly. Slowly.

“Integration by parts? No. E to the power of… um.”

Time moved like a potato.

“Aaah! Are you kidding me? Are you sure that’s what the problem says? Let me look.“

It wasn’t. Alex had misread it. Not like that that helped him much, when Ruby pushed herself on top of his chest to look at his slate. A manoeuvre that wouldn’t normally be worth mentioning, except that in so doing she also pushed him right off the bed and—

“Aah!”

“Oof.”

The slate went spinning off into a corner of the room. Ruby hit her head on the floor, thus getting to go stargazing. And Alex, who on balance should have seen this coming, re-broke several rib bones from the impact.

Ruby scrambled off after the slate, leaving him to try, and fail, to catch his breath. Which left him in a pickle. On the one hand, he was in his (best?) friend(?)’s bedroom. On the other, he couldn’t breathe, and his attempts at doing so only produced a kind of rasping gurgle. On the third, fourth and fifth—

“Are you okay?”

Ruby leaned over him, her face not so much concerned as curious. This despite his rasping not-a-breath, which… ‘No, I’m not okay’, was what he wanted to say, but all he really could do was lie still and slowly turn blue.

His hands were acquiring that kind of numb pins-and-needles sensation that meant he’d soon be losing consciousness, and still in Ruby’s room, and that was *not okay*—

Looking back at it, he might have panicked a little. The worst that would have happened was he’d go comatose for a couple minutes, but there was something very scary about the notion of doing that next to Ruby.

So he pulled his t-shirt off, ignoring Ruby’s sudden blush, then poked his fingers through the still-fragile, barely-healed skin at his sides and physically grabbed the broken ribs, pulling them *out* of his lungs and back into place.

The blush rather immediately went away.

A few seconds later he could breathe again, leaving him with:

- Hands still inside his goddamned chest. He slowly pulled them out, and they were slimy. (Although not for long.)

- Ruby looking down at him, her face as pale as a ghost.

- And a full-body blush, because of course.

“You… I…” He tried saying something smart, but nothing came out. “Er.”

Ruby sat down hard, on the floor, then resumed her wide-eyed gaze at him from next to him. Finally, he managed to pull the t-shirt back on.

xxx

He opted for full disclosure, because Ruby had threatened to tell Jona otherwise, and *no matter what* that would be far too embarrassing. Lying was, in any case, unacceptable. It was unfortunate that he was coming to believe the truth was also unacceptable.

“She literally chewed your arms off? I’m not sure what to say. That’s, that’s… Oh god.”

He’d been prepared for Ruby to be disgusted, and he’d even wondered what he’d do if she got upset at Alyssa. Which she *had*, until he’d made it clear that they were trying to be friends again. He wasn’t prepared for *this*.

“Ahahahaha!” Ruby twisted on the bed, laughing her head off. “Oh god, I can’t breathe. You know, because someone—Bwahahahaha!”

“Glad you find it so amusing,” he said sourly.

“Well, yeah! Because, because—*Bathtub?* *Seriously?*” She slammed her head into the pillow, trying to muffle her laughter. “M whih M kho see ‘hat. Oh my god. Hey—“ She took a deep breath, visibly calming down a little. “Did you *like* it? Getting pulled apart? I’ve never lost so much as a fingernail.”

He frowned. “Of course I didn’t.”

“Then why’d you keep doing it?” She stared at him, now looking like she was trying to solve a puzzle. “You could have called a truce at any time. Why didn’t you?”

“Alyssa wouldn’t have cared.”

“But you said she managed it for gym class…” He shrugged. “Well, whatever. But you’re going to cut me apart first chance we get. I want to know what it’s like.”

One cthulhu. Two cthulhu…

“What?!” He hissed, once he’d gotten over the shock.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me,” Ruby said matter-of-factly. “I’d do it myself, but I don’t think that’s safe if I’m going to touch the brain. I want to try it.”

He stared at her.

“What?” She said defensively. “It’s something you’ve tried that I haven’t, and that’s not okay. We’ve got all the tools we need. Mom will be out for at least half the day tomorrow. Besides… you know what’ll happen if you don’t, right?” She smirked at him. “I might just have to start talking.”

Great, this was great. Juuust…

“Fine.” He sighed, deeply and deliberately, though on the inside he could think of one or two benefits to doing that. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to go there. “You know what, Ruby? Fine. If you want me to cut you up so badly, then I’ll cut you up. Just don’t start complaining afterwards.”

“That’s my Alex.” She grinned.

“Just…”

“Hm?”

“You realise I’ll have to see you naked, right?”

“…”

xxx

(Viewpoint: Ruby)


“It’s not a big deal.”

She said, while pulling off her sweater.

“I mean, we’ve gone swimming together.”

That was true. The last time was two years ago. They’d both been embarrassed, but only until they got in the water, and it wasn’t the same. There had been dozens of other people. She hadn’t cared at all once they started splashing.

Alex’ face had gone from amused, to red and confused, and she hadn’t even gotten more than her sweater off. Her hand hovered over the zipper in her pants.

Gulp.

“And, um. You’re… probably my best friend.” She didn’t have many others. “Which means it’s fine, right?”

She had, in fact, invited him to cut her apart, just out of stubborn curiosity. It probably wasn’t fine.

Double gulp. She shut her eyes, tried to ignore the tears in their corners, opened her pants and pushed them down. When she opened them again she caught Alex rapidly looking away, his expression guilty as sin.

That was funny. What did *he* have to be embarrassed about?

Therefore, before he could look back, she quickly pulled off her t-shirt and panties. When he did look back, attracted by the sound, he yelped and fell back onto her bed. Heh…

“Don’t fall off, I’m not helping if you break yourself again,” she heard someone tell him. It couldn’t have been her. Her ears were buzzing, and she was blushing so hard, she felt like she might catch on fire at any moment.

She was naked, and she was about to get more naked… naked-er… what was the term? She’d be completely at his mercy.

Somehow, her blush managed to get a little deeper.

“O… okay. Right.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “So should I get started, or do you have any… um, preferences?”

For being cut up? Er…

“Never thought about,” she admitted.

“Right. Then. I’ll just…”

“Wait. Let me dial down my pain response first—” She poked at her arm, bringing up a menu.

“Your mom lets you *do* that?”

“Sure,” she said distractedly. “She trusts me not to use it for… um, I guess this? So don’t tell her!” She’d set it down to… not zero, then she wouldn’t able to feel anything, but right above zero.

“I won’t. Promise.“

“Right. So…”

Uuu…

She scrunched her face up. Fear, embarrassment, excitement, uncertainty… it made for a powerful cocktail. Her heart was beating rapidly, waves of heat lashing across her entire body. She was really doing it, really… well, who knew what he might do to her today, because she certainly didn’t. She trusted him not to be cruel, but not to not be a boy.

She was secretly hoping he would. Some parts of her tingled more than others.

She let herself fall back onto her bed, feeling the covers against her bare back. Her head ended up nearly in his lap, and she smiled up at him, magnificent blush or not. Then she splayed her legs, because… she didn’t know. She actually wasn’t sure. It just felt right, to do so.

Then she blinked, and grinned.

“I just had a thought,” she said. “I want to take a bath with you. But the bathtub isn’t large enough. So…” She whispered the rest of it.

xxx

Maybe… maybe she’d gone a little bit too far.

“Stop moving already!”

But she couldn’t help it! She whimpered. The touch of the metal on her hips was pure agony, although of a different sort than pain. She had an itch, and it was growing more pronounced every second, and she wanted so badly to scratch it—and she couldn’t, she didn’t even have the arms to do it.

Alex had cut them off, right at the shoulders.

He’d cut off a leg, too, and was working on the other one. It wasn’t what she’d expected.

Not that she’d known what to expect, but she’d had dreams, damnit. And in the dreams, losing a limb had felt like more than a distant itch. That was her fault, wasn’t it? Not that she liked the thought of being in pain. But the effect…

She tried to scratch another itch, this one on her nose. Couldn’t do that either. Her *arms weren’t there*.

“Aleex…” She whined. He was trying to hold her down, without actually touching her. It wasn’t working too well. “Nose.”

He scratched her nose for her. Ah, bliss.

Maybe she should ask him to scratch the other one. Maybe not. He’d probably faint.

She even tried to rub her legs together, but it didn’t work. She only had the one leg. No, only half a leg now.

“Hold still, I told you!”

And then…

“Phew.” Alex looked uncertainly down at her quadriplegic self. Her limbs were left were they fell, mostly on the bed next to her, one arm on the floor. “That was a lot harder than I’m used to. Good enough, or..?”

She shook her head. She’d wanted to take a bath with him, and that meant *one thing in particular*, after last night’s revelations.

xxx

Therefore, shortly after, they were off to the bathroom. Alex, Alex’ limbs, and her. He filled the tub; she did nothing in particular, except talk, and they couldn’t quite get into their usual banter this time.

“Ready?”

He nodded, then raised an eyebrow at her, saying, “Just so you know, I want you to know that you’re crazy.”

“I do. Yup.”

“Then it’s your funeral.”

Not exactly a funeral~

Finally they’d started on what she wanted to call the main event, as Alex approached her with a scalpel she’d found. Even if she’d wanted to run away—she didn’t, but *if*—she wouldn’t have stood a chance. She imagined the scene. A young girl, with no feet to run on or even arms to drag with, against a violent maniac—no, against Alex.

Forced to sit still as he approached, even her twisting doing nothing but show off her assets.

The scene was ruined a little by Alex’ continued refusal to look straight at her body, but soon enough he’d no longer have a choice. In the meantime…

“Here we go.”

Stepping behind her, he held one arm across her shoulders as the other went down to her navel, and though she couldn’t feel any pain as the scalpel cut it in two, she absolutely could feel other things. A vague sense of release, as the skin pulled itself to either side. Coldness, despite the warm bathroom air. Core-deep vulnerability.

He continued, and soon, astonishingly, there was a deep cut running the length of her torso, all the way from her throat to her crotch. Her breathing grew ragged, more so when he reached in and, somehow, opened. The skin fell down, like a piece of clothing being removed. He’d leant her slightly backwards, maybe so nothing would fall out.

He continued the task, and she realised he was skinning her in earnest. She hadn’t asked for that, but she wouldn’t protest. She didn’t know how to do this.

No, but wait. That, of course—

She managed a mewl of dissatisfaction as he cut off the front of her chest, all the way down to her ribs without ever touching her breasts. Off they went, and then down into the tub. Shortly thereafter the rest of her torso’s skin followed it, everything except what was on her head and her hips.

Of course, it was difficult to keep her innards inside her in this state.

Maybe it was because of the comfortable temperature, or maybe just being touched by someone she trusted, but she could feel herself getting drowsy. When he started fooling with her intestines, massaging them as if wanting to see what was inside, all she did was lean backwards—as much as she could—and enjoy the bizarre sensation. She actually might have fallen asleep for a bit, as the very next moment she found that he’d cut them off right at her bum, and… er.

What was he doing?

He’d put the lower end of them into the toilet, and now… what was he doing? Unscrewing the showed head? Wait, he couldn’t—

A yelp was all she did manage, when he cut a hole right above her stomach and started filling it with water. Body-temperature water, and slowly at first, but she immediately felt bloated—and then, when something gave and the water started flowing, he turned up the speed until she felt like she was turning inside out. She could hear—noises—from the loose end of her intestines, over in the toilet, and when those were replaced by running water, all that meant was that it had all flowed through her.

She gaped, and tried to talk, but at some point she’d lost her voice. Maybe when he’d cut her throat open.

She really was at his mercy.

She gulped, though it didn’t feel like it had an effect.

xxx

Well, after that, he took the few organs still remaining in her torso and dumped them in the bathtub. Still attached to her, for what it was worth; it wasn’t much, since he’d cut away her backbone and dipped it separately.

Seeing her heart underwater, still pumping blood but in no way part of anything that could be called a body, was maybe the oddest sight she’d ever seen. Her liver, her kidneys, all detached from her skeleton but still attached via the major blood-vessels.

Her hips, sitting on the side of the tub while he tried not to look at them. Damn it, Alex.

He didn’t get in himself, because he didn’t want to hurt her, a sentiment she found both sweetly endearing, frustrating, and completely absurd. One of these days she’d get him to understand that she wanted him.

…not that she’d really shared that opinion until just now, but she couldn’t deny it anymore.

But all things come to an end, and in the case of her bath, they came to an end after less than ten minutes. Not only was it not that comfortable a bath, in the end, but they also had to clean this all up and put her back together before Mom could come home.

…that evening she found that, just as he’d suggested, it took more than an hour or two to heal that sort of trauma, so—being a reasonable sort of girl—she detached an arm and a leg before sleeping, the better to sleep on her side. She later found that this meant a world-class case of pins and needles in the detached limbs when they reattached, but she hadn’t known that.

Let it be known that I hate derivatives, but this story and chapter are awesome regardless. If you need any ideas, take a look at my comment for an earlier chapter. You an just search my username to find the comment.

Good to see you back Mephistopheles, it's been a while. I have to say it took me a few seconds to figure out what exactly was happening in that final scene, but I really like the novel method of dissection, as well as Ruby's enthusiasm; she's a fun character.

Does the (1) in the chapter mean there's going to be a follow-up (or, better yet, more than one)? I especially wouldn't mind seeing a solo scene with Ruby. Surely now that she's gotten a bit of experience she'd be eager to do some experimenting on her own when Alex isn't around. Perhaps work off some of her sexual frustration?

Looking forward to any future parts.

Another chapter. Not a direct continuation of the last one -- I sort of prefer these little vignettes. Not to rule out a continuation of either one. Anyway, here you go.

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“Oh, quit pouting, will you?”

Alyssa glared at her brother from inside the backpack. Her vision was partly blocked by a foot—it was her own—but she was determined to make her dissatisfaction known.

“Come on, you're the one who wanted to come with me. And, well, there really was no other way.” She didn't seem convinced, so he continued, “Do you think I'd carry you all this way otherwise? I didn't leave a piece of you behind, you know. What's the problem?”

The problem was that she woke up in pitch blackness with her face in someone's—her own—ass, unable to move or speak.

“Like I said, I wouldn't lug you all the way to camp at the break of dawn just to mess with you. Believe me, you're not missing much right now,” he said, airing out the sweat-soaked straps of his oversized backpack. Alyssa felt a jolt he dropped her narrow prison on the ground. With the foot dislodged from her view, she could see her brother reaching for the zipper. Now he could see his sister's pleading eyes.

Alex rarely caught glimpses of his sister's delicate side, but in the rare instances when they occurred, he was just as powerless as when she was holding his organs hostage. With a sigh, he retracted his hand. One little toothy grin was enough to send his heart reeling. So she wasn't that mad after all, he thought, averting his gaze. “Okay, let's just hope nobody sees you. I'll put you together soon, okay?”

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The campground was one of the lushest sites on the hemisphere, with huge gorges, a great river, forests, and a surrounding mountain range. Just the kind of terrain that could reconnect an estranged species with its roots. Unfortunately, the activities that entailed—hiking, kayaking, rock climbing, and the like—were unsuited for the fairer sex. Starting society from scratch in the remotest of locations meant the rediscovery of certain practical gender roles, and these precluded the possibility of admitting a female to the Camp.

Alyssa had been crestfallen upon hearing the news. This wasn't the first time she'd be left to waste away while her brother was having the adventure of a lifetime. She really begged this time. Her brother suggested something disgusting, and she suggested he go fuck himself, because even her dream trip wasn't worth doing that again. When she had gone to bed that night, it was in resignation. Consequently, she was not a little unprepared for the events to come.

Presently, she was in about fifteen pieces in her brother's backpack. She was covered by a towel, but he had mercifully let a gap for her to breathe, and catch small glimpses of the mountain range on the way there. It had been five hours now.

“Psst! You awake?”

No answer. Then again, that didn't tell him a whole lot; he had cut a little slit in her throat as a precaution. He peered inside and lifted the towel. Sound asleep. He gently replaced the towel and decided to leave that part for last. Maybe he could make it up to her by waking her up in one piece next time. It was a stroke of luck that they had been given an hour to rest and mingle before the activities started proper, and that he was the only one in his quarters. But that could change any moment, so he got straight to work. He carefully extracted all the parts he could that weren't directly beneath her head in his towering backpack, as if playing Jenga with his dismembered sister. He got both feet, calves, and one thigh lined up on his bunk bed. Had he not written on them with a marker, he wouldn't have been able to distinguish between left and right. Her arms were intact, since he could fold them at the elbow, but her hands took up too much space whether or not he rolled them into fists. Her stomach was trickier, as he had had to cover both ends in plastic wrap to prevent spillage. With both hands, Alex carefully peeled away the cover from above and below her navel, letting her entrails sag a bit in either direction. All that was left was her head and shoulders, currently rested on her own buttocks. With the utmost precision, he slid her cheek onto the towel, removing her hips from the bag and pressing them against their three neighboring pieces.

Finally, he turned to his sister. The part of her that was a sleeping head attached to an armless upper torso. It was no sooner that he had placed the crowning jewel that he heard the door open behind him. With a start, he threw the bedsheets over his sister.

“So what's the story? You gonna stay in your cave on your first day in the wild?” said a booming voice. It was his roommate. What's-his-name. Of course he came to bond just at the right time. Okay. Don't panic.

“I'm... uh, just unpacking my things. Brought a lot of stuff for the trip. You know how it is,” he said, patting his large bag.

What's-his-name looked around theatrically. “Pretty empty in here, brah.”

Alex winced as the sheets shifted behind him. “Uh, I'll be out in just a bit, you don't have to–”

“Huh?” said Alyssa. Alex put his face in his hands. So she got her voice back, too, he thought. Perfect. “Sorry, I think I dozed off. Did you say something?” Alex followed what's-his-face's gaze. She was sitting upright, blanket at her waist, rubbing her eyes. He had cut her hair short, and, with a stroke of foresight, replaced her breasts with some skin patches he kept for emergencies. She might be forgiven for having no nipples, and as long as she didn't move even more, having vaguely feminine anatomy. Soon enough, she seemed to come to a realization, and froze in place.

“Don't try to get up,” Alex whispered, and more loudly, “This is my, um.” Alyssa cast him a quick glance. “My little brother.” Alyssa nodded. I just brought him in here because... well, I think he got a little excited and jumped in cold water, so I brought him to my cabin to warm up.” Alyssa nodded dangerously hard. “He's a bit shy, so if you don't mind...”

“Oh,” said what's-his-ass. “I didn't see anyone go in or out.”

Fed up, Alex responded, “Well, it's either that or I brought him here in a fucking bag. Could we just have some privacy for a moment? Please?” He smells bullshit, he thought. If I want him to fuck off, I might as well say it.

What's-his-face recoiled, wearing a mock hurt expression. “Geez man. If you want to be left alone, just ask.”

After the door shut, there was a long silence. Alyssa eventually broke it.

“So. Some padding would have been nice.”

Alex gritted his teeth. “I put your head on top, and you can't feel the rest anyway.”

“They can feel it. That's what this guy I met last week showed me.”

Another pang. “Who?”

She ignored the question. “In any case, I can feel it now,” she said, stretching.

“I really wouldn't do... that.”

He watched Alyssa lose her balance as her leg came off at the hip, sending her to the wooden floor, where she shattered in half. She decided to let it be for the moment, and changed the subject.

“So bro... where are my boobs?” She felt up her flat chest. “Every piece, you said?” He seemed lost in thought, so she began rummaging around in her midsection.

“Just what have I gotten myself into?” he muttered.

Alyssa looked up, holding her bladder. “Huh? Oh, by the way, I sorta tore this whatchamacallit, she said, pointing at her spleen. It's not in there, is it? Alex?”

strange that you can only see new post from the front page... this thread seems to be stuck in limbo.

time for some bump

Here you go. I suddenly had the urge to write a chapter.


Neither sibling could deny that their fondest memories of each other coincided with bouts of reciprocal mutilation. Their propensity for violence was clear, and manifested during all of their quarrels, but an unavoidable consequence was that they knew each other inside and out. Of course, this unintentional bond didn't interfere with the habitual escalation that left them with their insides out, but it did give the siblings a sense that their quarrels could bring out more than just their organs.

Perhaps this intuition was what led them to agree to spend their Friday afternoon at the park together. They had temporarily bonded over the stress of schoolwork and the need for recuperation, but it was unlikely that either sibling had forgotten what happened the last time they had been in prolonged contact with one another, or the time before that, or...

But on that quiet evening, as they sat by the stream on a secluded park bench, neither saying a word for full minutes, the naive observer would be greeted with a picture of serene, unfettered affection. That picture would likely say a thousand words too few about the relationship between Alex and Alyssa, not to mention the events of the next few hours. Nevertheless, the first thousand words would suffice for a few minutes yet; Alyssa hand rested on her brother's as they faced the rushing water with half-lidded eyes.

Then Alyssa's eyes sparked, and she hastily retracted her hand, embarrassed. Time seemed to start again, and Alex glanced sidelong at his sister.

“What's the matter?” he asked in a mildly teasing tone. “Saving that hand for someone else?”

Still a bit flushed, Alyssa attempted to save face. “H-huh? Oh, naw, I just realized I let my hand touch YOU.” She felt a familiar energy rekindle inside her. “It's okay though, I could stick it in a toilet and it would come out cleaner.”

Alex sighed. It was nice while it lasted; might as well play along. “I guess it's for the best, then. I could probably get an STD just by shaking your hand, seeing where it's been.”

Alyssa paused and cocked her head. “A what?”

Damn. Now he had to explain the joke. The price to pay for being more well-read, or so he liked to think. “That was a disease you could only get by having sex with someone.”

“I guess you don't have to worry about that one, then!” laughed Alyssa. “You have a defense mechanism!”

She wouldn't dare go there. Alex was genuinely upset at where this was going. His sister never even apologize--

“Your dick falls off on the first date!” Alyssa delivered the killing blow with a smile. On some level, she was conscious of the fact that her brother just wanted some peace and quiet, but something compelled her to instigate, to possibly ruin their weekend, to make things the way they always were.

“Oh come on! I know you did it in my sleep, it was a fucking clean cut!”

“Like when you switched our genders while I slept? Well, I guess it's no wonder you wanted to dump that pathetic body on someone else.”

That was it. Anger washed over him, and before Alyssa could react, he grabbed the nearest stone and cracked it against the side of her head with all his might.

He went back to sitting quietly for a while, his breaths gradually steadying, avoiding looking at the mess he'd made of his sister. In the silence that ensued, he was almost able to ignore the fact that he'd just pulverized Alyssa's skull. Just the sound of rushing water, birds chirping, sporadic choking noises...

God damn it. He finally decided to face his handiwork. His sister had fallen backwards off the bench, so that she lay on her back with her splayed legs twitching slightly. Her right eye was dangling from its socket, and her jaw was completely destroyed, her chin sinking into her throat like a deflated inner tube. The sight was utterly pitiful.

Another gagging sound brought Alex back to his senses, and he realized that the sagging tissue was blocking her windpipe. Not wanting to have to deal with a full revival, not to mention explaining that to their parents, Alex sprung into action. Pulling at the pile of rubble that had been her face was getting him nowhere fast, and the spasms were getting more frantic. Despite knowing that it probably wasn't as bad as it looked, Alex was filled by a primal sense of urgency upon hearing those sounds. Thinking quickly, he unsheathed his trusty knife and began sawing away at his sister's throat. He sat her up and pulled back her head, letting the hole open. There was an audible suction as she took a deep breath through the new opening, but she was still hyperventilating. Having to keep her neck bent was also not an ideal arrangement, and rendered the duo immobile.

Alex hypothesized that his sister's destroyed brain was likely doing more harm than good at this point, and that if he wanted her body's decentralized nervous system to take over, he's have to do the unthinkable.

He quickly did the unthinkable, and crammed his sister's destroyed head in his schoolbag.

Peering in at the mess now sandwiched between his books and papers, he wondered how long her head would take to heal on its own. He's probably need to keep it somewhere less cramped, but still hidden... his nightstand drawer? No, too little air. Under his bed? Too creepy. Maybe--

A rustling noise drew his attention back in his sister's direction. That is, her body's direction. Which was currently standing up and extending its arms, as if feeling for something to hold on to. Its shoulders were hunched, and it was pawing at the air so timidly, that it—no, she—gave Alex the impression that she was frightened. He may have been the younger sibling, but, well, she was a head shorter now, and her posture brought forth a pang of sympathy in Alex. Dropping the bag—squish—he strode towards her and clasped her hand. Alyssa's body seemed to tense up momentarily as she stopped probing and felt the hand that had just taken hold of her. After her other hand brushed down his arm and across his chest, Alyssa's body seemed to come to a realization, and she slumped against him.

Alex was confused. Wasn't she just on autopilot now? What did her body care who she was with? What did that have to do with standing upright, eating and breathing? But he couldn't help but feel that as her rather noisy breaths slowed, and she wrapped her arms around him, she was showing more complex emotions.

Now that one crisis had been averted, Alex decided to experiment. He tapped his sister on the shoulder. Without letting go of him, she pushed off of him and appeared to stand to attention.

“So, I guess we're going to have to get you home.”

No response.

“Fuck.”

He tugged her hand twice instead, and began walking. After stumbling initially, she seemed to understand, and began walking behind him. Retrieving the bag with care this time, Alex considered his options. Walking home with a headless sister wasn't ideal, so he would have to obscure the deficit without also blocking her airways. Her real head was out of the question in its current state. Perhaps her clothing might help...

The hoodie didn't exactly stand up on its own, and worse yet, it caused her to choke whenever it fell over her neck stump. After a few attempts, Alyssa's body was holding her arms over her stump, as if protecting it. Alex sighed and squeezed her hand once, signaling defeat. Slowly, she lowered her arms and pulled him close again. Looking down at her exposed cross section, Alex had a sudden burst of inspiration. He grabbed a sharp, sturdy looking stick from the ground and positioned it above a fleshy spot that didn't look too important. Hesitating, he first squeezed Alyssa's hand and pressed the stick against her stump, not wanting to surprise her and possibly send her running away in a blind panic. Still squeezing, he jammed it in full force.

Alyssa doubled over but soon recovered, although she seemed displeased as she probed the foreign object with her free hand. Now that the scaffolding was in place, Alex pulled up the hood. The shape was... disappointing. But it would have to do.

Alex wished there had been at least one person around to be fooled by his craftsmanship, but it was shortly past dinner time, and the sun was already down. By the time they reached the house, it was dark, and the aroma of cooking fish prompted him to sneak in through the back door, unseen by his parents. He tiptoed up the stairs, his sister clumsily following, and ushered her into her room where he sat her down on the bed. Removing the stick, Alex patted her shoulder again.

“Wait here,” he instructed, as if hoping that the words would be transmitted through the gesture. When she didn't move for a while, he turned, satisfied, and headed to dinner.

“Hi, honey,” greeted his mother. “When did you come home? Didn't you go to the park with your sister?”

“Oh, we got back a while ago.” He added, “It was fun. Uh, relaxing. Nothing to worry about.” He instantly regretted the last comment.

“I'm glad you're spending time together for a change.” She paused, suddenly suspicious. “Speaking of which, where is Alyssa?”

“She went to her room early. School, you know? That's why we wanted to relax today.”

Remarkably, this seemed to convince his mother that they hadn't torn each other to shreds that day. After all, he didn't have a mark on him. He'd have to have rendered his sister helpless in cold blood. These thoughts left Alex feeling miserable as he ate in silence. After getting halfway through his baked salmon, he pulled back his chair.

“I'll just bring the rest up to Alyssa's room,” he said, excusing himself. His mother gave him a warm smile, proud that her son was finally learning to take care of his sister.

Meanwhile, Alex dumped his sister's decapitated head onto the bed next to her body, which was now lying prone on the soft sheets. He examined the damage. Amazingly, she was less misshapen than before, with only her missing teeth and dangling eyeball to show for his earlier treatment of her. He shook her as gently as he could, letting those loose teeth fall out of her mouth rather than down her throat, then pressed her eyeball back into place. Perhaps her brain would take some time to recover, and her jaw was still fragile, but some prodding with a rubber dildo (what? He used the smallest one he could find under her nightstand!) revealed that her throat was open for business. The business of respiration, that is. From here on, it was standard procedure; both children had no shortage of medical supplies in their rooms, and her neck was soon wrapped snugly with bandages, air flowing through her gaping mouth at regular intervals.

Eventually, he stopped holding it open as he felt warmth in her lips return, and after pulling her covers up, nothing looked out of the ordinary. As he prepared to leave, he glanced back at his sleeping sister. She looked so peaceful there that Alex almost forgot about the storm that would be waiting for him when she woke up. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead before retiring to his room.

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Alex rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Saturday morning. He yawned, relieved that he'd have the whole weekend to relax with--

Oh. Right. As if on cue, his sister's door opened and she stepped out, stretching. Their eyes met, Alex's full of remorse, bracing himself for the fully deserved punishment she was about to serve--

“Mornin', bro.” She mumbled, as she groggily ambled downstairs.

Alex was stunned. Grasping her shoulder, he stammered, “A-aren't you mad at me?”

Alyssa looked confused, as if trying to guess which wrongdoing he was referring to. “I will be soon, if you don't stop touching... me.” She paused, as if suddenly remembering. Alex held his breath.

“Oh yeah, I had a weirdest dream last night. It was pitch dark, but I know you were in it. You were guiding me through an evil forest full of monsters that tried to choke me, and had pointy fangs...”

Alex let out his breath. “Huh. Some dream,” he managed.

“I guess I can't stay mad at my little bro,” she cooed, pinching his cheek lightly. “Especially when he even protects me in my dreams.”

She brought her hand up to her neck, which suddenly itched at the memory. Alex's heart sank.

“Um. What is this?”

Amazing. Hope you continue. Also, you might want to consider adopting a pen name like JIP or Poguemahone, so people know who you are. =)

> Neither sibling could deny that their fondest memories of each other coincided with bouts of reciprocal mutilation. Their propensity for violence was clear, and manifested during all of their quarrels, but an unavoidable consequence was that they knew each other inside and out. Of course, this unintentional bond didn't interfere with the habitual escalation that left them with their insides out, but it did give the siblings a sense that their quarrels could bring out more than just their organs.

*pffft*

Probably the best thing about this series is the completely dead-pan humor it creates. There's nothing terribly abnormal going on in-story, save for the slightly absurd relationship the siblings share, but then you take a single step back and...

Now I'm feeling inspired too.

>>8758
Lol. Well, if you're inspired and you write anything like you once did for Susan, I can guarnee at least one person would read it. =)

You know, I think it would be funny if at some point the parents get upset with the kids fighting that they dismember the two kids down to the basics.

No arms or legs, sealed urinary and bowel tracks, no eyes so neither child knows that the other is in the same predicament, and no tongues (temporary), the tongues could be returned for short term use for the kids to answer and the be removed again. The ears will be cut off and replaced like the tongues so the kids could hear the parents.

Another scene we could see down the line would be the parents enjoying a night out and experiments while also having sex.

Sorry, forgot to mention that at the end of the punishment game, the kids would realize that they were both being punished. And the parents could use that as a basis for further embarrassment of the kids to neighbors or friends at school.

Aoi Hikari 26-Jan-17 13:40 # 8750
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Anonymous 27-Jan-17 07:50 # 8754
Here you go.

"Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you." (Jeremiah 29:12)

when reading this story I wonder what if they manage to lose their body parts what happens then?

Also I think it can be possible to do some 3d pictures on this topic

> when reading this story I wonder what if they manage to lose their body parts what happens then?

Normally? They'd grow back, Alyssa's recent "situation" notwithstanding. Sure, hollow yourself out *enough* and there'll be no source of energy and mass to do the repairs, but if they lose a limb it'll just regrow.

If they somehow do themselves enough damage to be non-viable? Brain contents is backed up to DNA, which can be used to regrow a body at any medical facility with only a moderate amount of parental badgering. The one time Alyssa and Alex managed to simultaneously kill each other, it took their parents two weeks before they got around to resurrecting them.

It was the middle of summer vacation, see.

Fall into an incinerator, or active volcano? Then it gets a little more philosophical. They can still be resurrected, but using backup data which may be weeks or months old in the worst case. Alex managed that *once*, which is why he is now unambiguously the younger twin.

OP here again. Back with another chapter, and a username. Sorry for the long delay.

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Their faces mere centimeters apart, Alex and Alyssa were frozen as their brains attempted to process the myriad sensations that were suddenly bombarding them. They were gripping one another rather tightly. Their hearts were pounding. Their clothes were in disarray. Someone was gripping them by the hair. There was something else, too—an alien, but none too unpleasant feeling.

There was a voice. Alex slowly turned towards the source, and saw a man in a uniform. He was the one gripping their heads.

“--And far be it from me to tell you what you can or can't do in the privacy of your own homes, but I need to see tickets, and your bodies aren't the most... cooperative,” he continued, gingerly releasing his grip. “So you lovebirds better keep your heads on.”

Alex's mind was still reeling, but he picked up something about tickets. Right. He had their tickets. Left pocket. Any distractions to stave off the inevitable horror of confronting his situation were welcome, so he took his time searching his pockets. But the ticket wasn't in either pocket. He clearly remembered buying them, and that he didn't trust his sister to hold on to hers. Yet as he thought this, Alyssa procured both tickets from her left pocket and handed them to the man.

After giving the tickets a once-over, he bid them both farewell and made his exit, leaving the twins with little to talk about but their current sticky embrace.

Alyssa was the first to speak. “So... what happened?” she asked, despite having a pretty good idea. She had had a view of his head, and with it, his facial expression as he watched whatever their bodies had been doing. Were still doing. Fuck.

“Both of our necks were still loose, and you headbutted me,” said Alex in deadpan.

“I meant after that, genius.”

“We scuffled for a bit, and then it looked like we forgot what we were doing, and then we—uh, our bodies—just started touching each other--”

“No shit.”

“--and you undid my pants--”

“Bullshit! Like you could keep track of which one was which,” Alyssa mocked, noting their identical school uniforms.

“So you just admitted you're flat?” Alex replied, forgetting his shock for a moment.

“It's just these uniforms!” she said, flustered.

“Besides, mine is the one with a dick,” continued Alex, “and yours was the one that took it out and played with it--”

“Ugh, shut up!”

“By the way, how does your throat feel?” he said, goading her further. “It looked like a pretty tight fit.”

“I said shut up! You're just making stuff up!” Alyssa fumed. Despite herself, she couldn't help but reflexively clear her throat, causing her to turn even redder as she glared at her brother.

“Whatever! You sure must have wanted it, because look at us now!”

Alyssa shuddered. “About that,” she said, looking down. “Would you mind... pulling out some time today?”

As long as they didn't move too much, it had been possible to ignore the fact that they were joined together at the hips. They were seated facing each other along the length of the cushioned booth, his right and her left leg interlocking. His was on top, so it looked like the first move was up to him. He sighed, lifted his leg, and slowly backed away from his sister. Something felt... off. The only way he could really think to describe it was... inverted? It sure didn't feel unpleasant, though. Finally, the friction stopped, signaling that they had decoupled.

And Alex watched his rock hard cock spring out of his pants. And away from his body.

Instinctively, he reached for his errant member. Can't I use this thing once without it falling off?

But as he gripped and tugged on it, his sister let out a sharp moan. “What the hell was that? Why the hell is it hurting so much?” Lying on her back with an arm draped across her face, she couldn't see the source of her discomfort.

As memories of her past teasing resurfaced in his mind, Alex wasn't eager to tell her what had happened. Or at least, what he thought had happened, until he realized he was looking at the head of his cock. “Oh shit.” He plunged a hand down his pants. He knew what being dickless felt like, and that hole sure didn't feel this good (he had tried—all the more reason never to lose it, he concluded). As he looked down at his soaked fingers, he also spotted the sky blue panties he'd seen countless times—and was now wearing.

Just his luck. So the ticket enforcer couldn't tell them apart either. And there was no way to switch their heads without at some point having them both detached at once, which wasn't happening as long as their bodies had other priorities.

Looking back at his sister, Alex saw that she had finally found the courage to examine herself. As she stared at her new cock (and it stared back), the truth about their situation dawned on her as well. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!” she shouted. “I'm a girl, got it?” she growled, addressing nobody in particular. Then, lunging towards Alex, she grabbed hold of his chest, kneading the flesh so as to emphasize the existence of some soft tissue. “See these? Girls have these! How the fuck could someone screw that up?”

Alex winced. “Argh! dammit, you should know how much that hurts,” he said reproachfully, massaging his bruised breasts.

Alyssa promptly slapped away his hands. “No touching!” she commanded with a glare.

“Oh come on, Alyssa,” he said, rolling his eyes, “like I can avoid touching myself. What do you want me to do, anesthetize myself so I don't feel all your parts rubbing together?”

“Well when you put it like that, yes!” she said, burying her crimson face in her hands. “Ugh, how do you manage to make even that sound dirty?”

“You're one to talk,” he chuckled, “with your dong just hanging out like that.”

“AAAAAGH! NOT MINE! IT'S NOT MINE!” screamed Alyssa, attempting to cover the throbbing organ with her hands.

“Hey, calm down, I mean it. Do you really want to stay like that?”

“Well what am I supposed to do? It hurts like hell when I try to push it down!” she said, exasperated.

“Well duh. You've been rock hard this entire time,” he said. As she pinched the shaft experimentally, he gave a weary sigh. “Come on, don't tell me you didn't try anything last time we were like this.”

Alyssa narrowed her eyes. “Don't tell me you did,” she threatened.

“Look, do you want me to help you or not?” he asked, avoiding her glare.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Now it was Alex's turn to be embarrassed. “Well, it's... uh, I have to...” Alex glanced down again. Sure, it wasn't attached to him, but he couldn't help but feel some sense of ownership over his parts. That was his erection she was having. She, and by extension Alex, was painfully backed up, and he couldn't stand to see it. He knew just what to do to make himself feel better; the problem was that he quite literally wasn't himself. He'd just have to pretend he was. “How about you lie down first,” he suggested.

Alyssa did as instructed and lay on the seat, but without taking her narrowed eyes off him.

Alex doubted that he could convince her to look away and just trust him, so he tried to ignore her as he reached towards his sister. She gasped again as he gripped her by the engorged junk, but nodded for him to continue.

It's just like masturbation. I am not giving my sister a handjob, he thought without much confidence as he began pumping. This motion was one of the most familiar things in the world to him, yet there was no ignoring that it was an interpersonal act this time. No, it was more than that. However much he repeated to himself that this was his body and nobody else's, he wasn't identifying with it in this moment. He was a girl, giving a handjob to someone else. Someone she loved.

Alex shook his head violently. No. Bad body. I'm in control here. I'm just doing this because I have to, got it? He didn't know if it was listening, or if thinking thoughts at his body even made sense, but, for his part (and for his sister's sake), he needed to maintain his composure.

Alyssa moaned. “I don't even care how wrong this is. Just don't stop,” she pleaded, resting her arm across her forehead.

So with newfound determination, he continued jerking off his sister. Her breaths became shorter as his technique rapidly took effect—he knew how to make himself feel good, after all—and before long, he could see the telltale signs that his body was reaching its limit. His sister obviously noticed as well, arching her back and gasping. “Ahh... I'm gonna... I'm gonna--”

Alex realized he had forgotten about the mess. He quickly scanned their room for something to contain the explosion, but everything was still in their bags. By the time the first warning shot hit him in the face, he knew that he had only one choice.

He closed the distance between his face and his (currently her) dick in the nick of time, as load after bubbly load filled his mouth, throat, and airways. Spluttering and coughing, he attempted to swallow as much as he could as his sister emptied herself. Ever the selfless sibling, he took comfort in the fact that this semen was destined for his sister's stomach, which he didn't intend to keep for long.

Somehow, that didn't make this feel less degrading.

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After a not-so-short bathroom break, Alex was somewhat refreshed. The taste was almost gone from his mouth, though he'd probably need a new toothbrush. More importantly, some routine self-dissection had revealed a womb filled with semen. He'd inverted it and soaked it in hot water, but he was still worried; human eggs don't exactly give up without a fight—so he'd heard. For now, it was crammed in his backpack between some ice packs. She probably wouldn't miss it for a while.

Also, despite himself, he'd stayed a bit longer to satisfy certain... urges. Despite all his teasing, Alex didn't think Alyssa was actually flat, and perhaps due to her malleable composition, clothing did have an unflattering effect on her bust. Looking down at himself in the nude, however... well, suffice it to say that he would have gotten hard if that were still possible. And he might have broken the no touching rule.

Hopefully, Alyssa would understand, after what he did for her.

But back in their first-class compartment, he saw that Alyssa was asleep under a blanket. They had another five hours at the leisurely pace this train was going. It's not like he had been expecting an uneventful trip, but this? As fascinating as it was to get another chance to explore this body, certain realities were beginning to set in. What would they do when they arrived? As if the first day at an elite boarding school wasn't daunting enough, now he'd have to survive a thorough physical examination and presumably explain to the administration why he was registered as a male.

They'd have to switch back again, but how? One careless move could set them back even further. This all happened because of a headbutt, for crying out loud.

Alex wracked his mind for an answer as his sister slept soundly.

---

Alyssa awoke to a clattering noise. She blearily opened her eyes, annoyed that her much-needed rest had been cut short.

“Alex?” she inquired groggily, still not sure where she was. Her brother was dumping the contents of a backpack on the floor, which was evidently what woke her up. As her eyes came into focus, she realized that he was naked. And a girl. And she was a boy. Nope, it wasn't just a bad dream. She sighed, but her breath caught as she noticed that she'd been undressed. How did he keep doing that without waking her up? “Mind telling me what's going on?”

Alex finally looked her way. “You want to be back to normal, right? Preferably before we arrive?”

“Duh. Every second attached to you is probably setting me back years,” she said, staring forlornly at the budding knockers currently adorning her brother.

Alex rolled his eyes, but went on. “And we can't just swap heads, unless you want to leave our bodies alone again.” Alyssa shook her head.

“That leaves two options. We get help from someone on the train, and entrust our bodies to some random stranger,” he said, rummaging in the pile of school supplies, “or we make our own help.”

Alyssa looked confused. “Can't we just do what we did last time?”

“You mean without the part where we tear each other to pieces and almost die? Well, that wasn't really a head swap, remember? That was something I could do by myself, so there was some extra... mixing and matching.” Alex seemed to finally find what he was looking for, and picked up what looked like a spool in one hand, and some plastic wrapping in the other. “Besides, I've got a perfect, simple solution.”

“My hero.”

“First, I've got to explain it to you, since I we won't be able to talk, when we're... uh, in the middle of it. And we need to coordinate,” he smirked. “All four of us.”

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“We don't want to relinquish control entirely, right? So we just need to do this incrementally.” He began unwinding the razor-sharp wire in his hands. “If we cut ourselves down the middle, we can just switch half of our heads on the corresponding halves of our bodies. The other halves can help, until it's their turn. Then we join back up. Any questions?”

“Yeah, a couple. First, why are you packing all that wire?”

“Don't you get bored on long trips?” Alex asked with a smirk.

She couldn't argue with that. “Okay, second question, why not just cut our heads in half and switch those in stages?”

“Then who has control of the body at the halfway point? For that matter, what happens if we accidentally merge brains?” They both shuddered.

Alex threw his sister the wire. “You go first. I need to be in one piece in case something goes wrong.”

Alyssa scoffed. “What, you think I can't cut myself straight?” She carefully lined up the wire between her (brother's) legs, not at all opposed to the idea of going first if meant proving how well she could mutilate her brother's body. Too bad she was the one who had to feel the wire sliding through her abdomen.

With care and attention, Alyssa guided the wire exactly through the middle of her brother's genitals, perfectly separating his testicles and cleaving the shaft in two down the center of his urethra. Alex cringed through the spectacle. “You could have just gone around that, you know. I've still got your body hostage, so play nice with mine.”

Alyssa stuck out her tongue as she continued to saw her way through his body. Soon the wire was in her territory, and she had to sit with her back against the wall to make sure her arms didn't end up askew, bringing the wire over and around the back of her head as if flossing in a particularly tricky corner. As the metal floss divided her lower jaw, drool began to spill down her neck, which she initially tried to stifle with her elbow before giving up. Finally, as the last fibers in the corpus callosum were severed, her eyes no longer moved in synchrony, and the two-handed sawing motion became a feat of coordination, until at last the last bit of connecting tissue above her forehead gave way. Half of her gave a triumphant smirk, while the other tossed the spool back to her brother.

Alex was mildly impressed. He had to admit, she made it look kind of easy. Just how much practice did she have? Another part of him was sure that if she could do it, so could he. And the plan would be a success. “Alright, now let's just wrap you up to make sure nothing falls out,” he said, picking up the plastic wrap.

His sister decided she should probably stand up for this. At least, half of her did. The other half watched as Right-Alyssa stumbled for a second on one leg before falling forwards, yanking out her left half's entrails while reaching for support before spilling her own all over the floor. On impact, her brain slid out of her skull, skidding into Alex's foot and leaving her lying face-down and twitching.

As a rather annoyed Left-Alyssa carefully pooled her share of Alex's guts back into her cavity, Alex quickly replaced Right-Alyssa's brain, and sealed both of their heads' openings with plastic wrap. Sealing his body was a lost cause for now. So much for easy, he thought.

“Can you still understand me?” He asked both Alyssas. Both nodded.

Satisfied, he prepared to split himself, making sure to mentally map out his exact movements from start to finish so that he didn't end up like Alyssa. Or rather, so that her body didn't end up like his. Ever the caring sibling...

The wire quickly settled into a certain groove, perfectly splitting his sister's vagina. “Fair's fair,” he said, addressing his glowering sibling. Or at least, the half of her that was glowering, and not poking at her brain. He soon regretted taking her genitals head on, however, as the feeling of cold metal sliding through his clitoris caused a brief moment of euphoria, accompanied by some obscene noises that, as a boy, he felt somewhat ashamed to make. Some undigested white goop trickled out of the gap once he passed through the stomach. He achieved the final stretch in much the same manner as Alyssa had, except that he made sure to remain seated while sliding two layers of plastic wrap between his halves. Too bad this was probably the first and last time he'd get to stimulate this many erogenous zones at once. Maybe if he got a girlfriend, he thought...

His ruminations were short-lived as Alyssa's impatient glare brought him back to his senses, and he pulled the plastic foil through the top of his head, pulling apart the excess wrapping and flattening it against the edges of his cut, from his crown to his labia. Aside from a faint glint of plastic, he looked like a perfectly intact girl (well, a girl with her brother's head). That is, until he wormed his fingers into the cut and pulled himself apart with a sound like tape being peeled, starting at the stomach and sliding his arms in opposite directions, exiting through his head and his sister's privates. Finally, he scooted apart, so that his sister's insides were on full display through the transparent membrane.

With a flurry of gestures, pointing, and finger counting, the two Alexes communicated a plan of action. First, Right-Alyssa and Right-Alex would work together to switch Left-Alex with Left-Alyssa. Then the completely male Left-Alex and completely female Left-Alyssa would switch Right-Alyssa with Right-Alex. Right-Alyssa made a visibly concerted effort to take the plan to heart, but finally nodded, instinctively holding her brain steady.

The half-siblings seated themselves on the floor in a small circle. With only one arm each, the they needed to grip each other by the hair. After a few tugs, the first round of heads came off, made easier by the fact that there was only half of the usual cross-sectional area to tear through. Right-Alex and -Alyssa carefully carried the heads to their destinations, making sure to do so before the headless bodies switched to autopilot. They waited until both left siblings had given a hand signal before letting go (Left-Alyssa flipped the bird, but that was good enough for him), then gave themselves up to Left-Alex. As Right-Alyssa felt her head tear off, she felt strangely comforted as she relinquished all control, letting her brother carry her back to the comfort of her body. Left-Alyssa dutifully tore off Right-Alex's head to make way, and after the last signal, the restored siblings located their partners, lined themselves up, and hugged themselves tightly. Alex couldn't help but feel proud, having executed his admittedly convoluted plan in under an hour. For her part, Alyssa was of two minds on the matter.

A few minutes later, and Alex could barely see the seam down his body. He gathered up the organs his sister had dropped (at least he knew they were all his—he'd been kind enough to avoid any spillage while handling hers, after all) and haphazardly threw them through an opening he made in his belly. He'd sort them out later, if necessary. More importantly, his shorn shaft demanded special attention; the poor organ had seen far too much action lately. Only after minutes of pinching and squeezing was he courageous enough to let it go.

His sister was fast asleep already, clearly still tired from her earlier interrupted nap. He sighed, got dressed, and snuggled under the blanket beside her. As often happened, the relief of having rebounded from yet another ordeal together made him feel strangely at peace. None of their fights up to now mattered. Their differences were inconsequential. They had a clean slate, and she felt warm and soft when he wrapped her in his arms. Soon, he, too, drifted off to sleep.

---

When Alex awoke, sunlight was streaming through the window. He checked his watch—7:30 in the morning. They were arriving soon, so he decided to wake up his sister.

“Hey Alyssa,” he said, shaking her gently. “You should get dressed. We're almost there.”

Alyssa turned towards him and opened her eyes a crack. She grunted defiantly and pulled the covers over her head. Alex sighed. Wasn't she supposed to be the one yanking him out of bed on school days? Whatever, he thought, if he could undress her without her consent, he could dress her without her consent. He pulled away the covers and instantly realized something was wrong.

“Aaaalex,” she whined in an uncharacteristically childish tone, keeping her eyes shut. “Five more minutes!”

Alex noted that she looked incredibly small. Her left arm and leg were missing, which was a mystery by itself. Did her limbs fall off in her sleep? But that wasn't why she looked small. She was definitely shorter, and thinner around the chest and hips. Like a ten-year-old. Convinced he was seeing things, he straightened her limbs (ignoring her protests) and and attempted to put her clothes on. Right away, he saw noticed that her panties hung off of her like a loincloth. This was definitely real.

“Sis, did anything... weird happen last night?” he asked hopelessly.

Alyssa grumbled, shaking her head. “Hrmph. Left arm fell off in my sleep I guess,” she speculated, gradually waking up.

Suddenly, a glimmer caught his eye. It seemed like her whole left side was covered in something shiny. He peeled some off around her belly, causing her to giggle violently.

It was plastic foil. His mind raced. Had she forgetten to remove it? But then she'd still be in two halves. And the foil was outside her body, covering her missing limbs. So her arm and leg couldn't have fallen off in the night...

At that moment, he heard a groan from right behind him.

“Alex? Are you up? What time is it?” A pause. “Hey, have you seen my right arm?”

Nice to see a new chapter of one of GUROchan's best stories. Well done.

Loved it, though could you explain what happened in the final scene since it was a little hard to follow? I got the general idea of Alyssa somehow seating, but that's it.

I suppose I'll start hoping for another chalet come December. Lol

>>10355
Yeah, maybe I didn't convey that very well. Both of Alyssa's halves were separated from each other all through the night, so instead of joining, they partially grew into separate people. A few hours of tossing and turning later, and Alex was sleeping between two little sisters.

I wonder what he'll be forced to do? Dispose of one and keep the other? Try to merge them with some speed surgery? Dress them up as one person? Well, let's see.

Seeing this thread up in the list, I thought "ah, what's the point of checking it, no way there's actually a new part, someone's just bumping it to keep from sinking", but then I scrolled down and...
Yyyyyeeeeessss!
This setting allows for a lot of possibilities and it's always exciting to see what creative use it is given in each new part.
I hate to be the guy, but someone has to point out that this wouldn't have worked, as the left hemisphere of the brain controls the right half of the body and vice versa. But let it not bother you, as this is gurochan, not a biology class, so fun comes before realism.
I didn't have problems understanding the ending, the last couple of lines make it quite obvious in my opinion. The beginning, on the other hand, felt like a mess... I mean, I get that it probably was supposed to feel that way to convey how the characters felt, but it got a bit too far with it. It took me actually reading it for the second time to get what was going on. But maybe it was just me, I dunno.
Anyway it was fun. I enjoyed this part much more than the one with Alyssa in the backpack, and certainly looking forward to seeing what Alex will do with suddenly having two sisters.

>>10356
Keep them both, have two sisters!

>>10380
What else are you gonna do? Can't kill them, can't re-merge them...

I'll admit, this isn't where I thought the story was gonna go. "Split them down the middle" didn't occur to me as a plausible tactic, so I was sure they'd be swapping places entirely instead. It'd just take a face swap, right?

...maybe I'll write that alternative later.

First thing they should do is shuffle limbs around so there's one complete Alyssa and one compact limbless Alyssa, and hide the compact one.

Then they can tell parents that some anomaly happened and go to a doc to age the big Alyssa back up, and keep the small one as a pet in secret from their parents. Much to her protest at first, because they keep trimming her limbs so she can be hidden in their rooms, but she gets used to it quickly as she realises she can live an extremely lazy life and still be fed, cleaned and entertained.

>>10437
Shouldn't have pressed the submit button this soon.
The inscentive for pet Alyssa to be quiet is that she'll be disposed of if discovered, and she doesn't want to.
Naturally, one of the perks of having Alyssa as a pet is ability to hide her in plain sight, sorta- if Alex is caught with the small Alyssa, they can both pretend she's the big Alyssa and they're just playing around again, the only problem is with discovering two Alyssas at once, so they two try to stay away from each other. This makes Alex spend a lot more time with small Alyssa, with all the consequences stemming from their relationship.

> The incentive for pet Alyssa to be quiet is that she'll be disposed of if discovered, and she doesn't want to.

While I shan't (and can't) stop you from writing whatever you wish, this isn't that sort of world. Death isn't cheap here. I mean, apart from the literal sense in which recovering from death is a cheap experience that's mostly an annoyance to the parents...

Ahem. These are normal people, with a normal dislike of death and suffering, who happen to live in a world where neither of those two would happen merely from, say, cutting someone's head off. Physical suffering is approximately nonexistent, as there is an explicit line about the worst possible pain being approximately 'papercut', though that's still not something you'd randomly do to a friend.

Other kinds of suffering haven't changed. So while you had a good idea in making sure there's at least *one* seemingly-normal Alyssa around, there's no way any of them would want to hold her captive against her will, and that situation isn't something she'd grow to enjoy, either.

Killing her is just straight out. I don't think they've ever done *that* deliberately, and the parents certainly wouldn't.

> The incentive for pet Alyssa to be quiet is that she'll be disposed of if discovered, and she doesn't want to.

While I shan't (and can't) stop you from writing whatever you wish, this isn't that sort of world. Death isn't cheap here. I mean, apart from the literal sense in which recovering from death is a cheap experience that's mostly an annoyance to the parents...

Ahem. These are normal people, with a normal dislike of death and suffering, who happen to live in a world where neither of those two would happen merely from, say, cutting someone's head off. Physical suffering is approximately nonexistent, as there is an explicit line about the worst possible pain being approximately 'papercut', though that's still not something you'd randomly do to a friend.

Other kinds of suffering haven't changed. So while you had a good idea in making sure there's at least *one* seemingly-normal Alyssa around, there's no way any of them would want to hold her captive against her will, and that situation isn't something she'd grow to enjoy, either.

Killing her is just straight out. I don't think they've ever done *that* deliberately, and the parents certainly wouldn't.

>>10449
I initially thought of there being laws against what is essentially cloning, and it being the reason why Alex freaked out, because if discovered there'll be a mandatory disintegration of one of the Alyssas- to law it doesn't matter which as they're pretty much identical pre-separation and accumulated very little difference post-separation.

Now you say that, maybe instead of disintegration there's a merger, which neither side desires either- small one doesn't want to stop being a separate mind, big one doesn't want a mishmash of memories and personalities (which changes when she ages and with their different lifestyle) in her head in addition to that. Or even just a fine neither of them can pay and that will take toll even on their rich parents. Either way, both Alyssas and Alex are agreeing that the duality should not be discovred, and keep little Alyssa a secret.
Keeping her in compact state can be viewed as acceptable by all three sides as a temporary solution to hiding her during the trip, but it extends for a while after it as well (as she needs to regenerate half of her mass while being somewhat underfed because she's fed leftovers snuck off the table), all while they take care of her like she's their newborn child. This brings big Alyssa and Alex closer together.
She eventually grows bored of this lifestyle and as soon as her fingers grow she, being juvenile, starts pulling pranks on them two- Car Fight-worthy pranks, of course, like placing a music player in her sister's belly, with a timer so it starts working during school; for which she gets punished in a Car Fight way as well as the two really take a role of her parents.
What's next? I don't know. They may appreciate having a dedicated surgeon at home instead of having to patch up each other, for example.

I probably won't write anything for this arc, just throwing some ideas (though I do have an idea for a standalone story that'll benefit a bit from having small Alyssa's assistance but it's not crucial to it). Thanks for grounding me in this universe's roots so I can correct my ideas a bit.

Bit late to the discussion...

>>10388 "can't re-merge them..."

Who said it has to be a complete re-merging? Conjoined twins are a thing...

>>10720
There's little reason for them to do that on their own. It's awkward for both Alyssas, and it makes their fuckup very obvious to everybody. And if it's somehow enforced, it'll limit their future options. One of the cool things about this universe is that there's never any long-term consequences, it all returns to 100% healthy Alex and Alyssa only for them to do something else.

>>10720
There's little reason for them to do that on their own. It's awkward for both Alyssas, and it makes their fuckup very obvious to everybody. And if it's somehow enforced, it'll limit their future options. One of the cool things about this universe is that there's never any long-term consequences, it all returns to 100% healthy Alex and Alyssa only for them to do something else.

bump

Please don't bump year old threads, there won't be an update and even if there was a new thread is fine.

Son of a bitch, it's been almost a year since the last update?

Way too long, that's for sure. Every time I go take a look, wondering if maybe I should write something, the site's down.

Except this time. May it stay that way *at least for a week*.

>>16283
Glad to see you're not dead.Can't wait to see what you write. Next JIP and Poguemahone, you're probably my favorite author.

Excitedly looking forward to more of this fantastic story!