“So…any requests?”

Becky was laid out on a pair of tables that had been pulled over into the centre of the room. She was naked, and didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact. Her breasts were easily the biggest of the three, and perhaps there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in that. She didn’t actually seem nervous at all, considering what was about to happen. She considered the question, rolling her eyes in thought. Then she shrugged.

“Nah.”

“Really?”

“You seem to know what you’re doing. Actually, I’ve got one request…”

“Yes?” asked Brie, who was already holding her scalpel.

“No repeats. Wearing matching outfits is a total no-no, even now.”

“So you’re saying not to skin you?”

“Just try something that looks dead but doesn't involve skinning me alive or gutting me, ok?"

“Uh…I’ll see what I can do?”

“Magic. Put me under, Doc.” Soon, the redhead was sound asleep. Michelle regarded her prone form. She didn’t have any eyebrows, but that was clearly what she was going for.

“I don’t think she’s treating this with the gravity it deserves. This isn’t a fashion show.”
“Whatever helps her cope, I guess. I just hope she’s as calm when she wakes up.” Brie measured up her latest subject. Well, skinning and gutting was out. Good thing she had someone to brainstorm with this time.

“Any suggestions, nurse?”

“Well…I think that arm has to go.” It was a good point. The arm was broken, and even if she took painkillers, it was functionally useless now. Plus, it was something new, which was the only “request” given to her. Brie went over to Becky’s left side, holding the arm up.

“Where should we cut?”

“It’s the humerus that’s hurting her. That’s the upper part of her arm. I’d say we take the whole thing off.”

“Well…let’s get started, I guess. Hold her arm for me.” Brie felt around the arm, looking for where the joint was, before cutting a thin line around it with her scalpel. Retrieving the saw, she took a deep breath before she started. It was much easier sawing someone else’s bones at least. Becky didn’t even flinch as Brie sawed through just beneath her shoulder, and soon the arm dropped free. Brie placed the severed arm on another table, resisting the urge to wave it at Michelle-play could come afterwards.

“Well, that solves the issue of the broken arm. Now what?” Michelle gazed at the raw, bloody wound, before snapping back to reality.

“Sorry…You’re the expert. You tell me.”

“You’re literally a medical student. You’re the expert, I’m just a gifted amateur.”

“Well, I invite you to use those gifts again. I made the first call, now it’s your turn.”

Brie joined her friend by the side of the operating table.

“How about cutting her tits off?”

“You’ve already done that.”

“Yeah but now I’d be doubling it.”

“Point still stands.”

“Fine, fine…ok then, how about I cut the other arm off?”

“I don’t think that would be practical. What if she gets in trouble?”

“If she gets in trouble now she’s dead anyway, regardless of how many arms she has. So are we. That’s the point.”

“Hmm…”

“We’ll come back to the arm then. Even if we cut it off, she wouldn’t look like a zombie. We need something really gruesome, but something new. Let’s think…”

They thought.

Eventually, Brie placed a hand on the side of Becky’s chest, tapping her ribs with her fingers.

“Remember when I asked you to touch my heart?”

“…”

“That’s right, it’s time to test my theory”

“Brie, this is kind of a risk-“

“Becky’s a risk-taker. She’ll appreciate it. Come on, it’ll be fine. I mean let’s face it, we really should be dead by now.” Said Brie, pointing first at her entrails, then her brain. “I’ve actually got another theory about that too, I’ll talk to you both later. Right now though, I’ve got some surgery to do. Saw, please.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” muttered Michelle, defeated, before handing her friend the saw. She hadn’t wanted to say it, but Brie was right-they really ought to be dead by now, never mind perfectly fine. Why would opening a ribcage be any different?
Brie placed the saw between Becky’s breasts, resting on her sternum. She began to saw through the bone, taking care to use enough force without going too hard. It was painstaking work, and she could feel herself sweating intensely. The nerves that had not been present before were now here, perhaps because she was being watched now, and because in her heart (no pun intended) she knew that this was perhaps the craziest thing she had done yet. But she persevered, summoning up all of her strength both physical and mental, until finally she reached the top of Becky’s chest. The tough breastbone had now been divided in two.

Brie squeezed a hand into the tight space, and could feel something soft touching her knuckles slowly expand then deflate-the lungs. Giggling, she gave the left side of the ribcage an experimental tug. It shook, but it was tightly secure. Frowning, Brie retrieved the hand and picked up the saw again.

“I was hoping I could just kind of…make a little door out of her ribcage…” she muttered.

“It’s ok. You might as well just remove the whole front of it though”

“Yeah…shame, she could have kept her tits my way. Oh well.” Brie proceeded to saw through individual ribs on each side of the chest. After cutting through the final rib, and checking that the front was now loose, Brie placed one hand on each breast, before thinking about Michelle.

“Grab one. Let’s do this on the count of three.” Michelle pinched the right nipple in her hand. “Ok. One…two…three!”

They both pulled up, yanking the entire front of Becky’s chest off of her body. Two purplish lungs were now exposed, and just behind them, beating audibly, was her heart. Placing the chest pieces down by the arm, they returned to stare at their own work. Michelle was wide eyed, staring intently down at the exposed organs. Despite everything, they kept on pumping, organic machines working to a quiet, steady rhythm. Some of her lower organs such as her liver and stomach were also visible. Brie was tempted to cut all the way down towards her pelvis and free all of the other organs, but removing her ribs seemed like a pretty good place to stop cutting. At least on her torso.

“Ok, so. That looks awesome. Should we stop there?” asked Brie, stepping back.

“Well…she looks great in front but, how does she look from the back?”

“Oh yeah, that’s a good point actually. Turn her over.”

“I don’t think turning her over onto her lungs is a great idea.”

“Oh she’ll be fine.”

“How about I just sit her up?” offered Michelle, who pushed Becky up into a sitting position by holding onto her sides. Moving behind her, Brie seen that her friend still looked in pretty good shape if seen from behind, not including the missing arm. She and Michelle debated whether or not to strip some muscles from her back, perhaps exposing her lungs and hearts from the back as well. Ultimately they agreed to leave it alone; it was dangerous enough having one end being so open, never mind both. Brie also pushed for taking off the back of Becky’s head, but that would make lying down even more difficult than it now was. In the end, they settled for making a criss-cross of nasty looking cuts, scrapes and gouges.

“I still feel like we need to do more.” Said Brie, eyeing up the future pretend-zombie.

“Something to do with her head.”

“Such as?”

“Well…she probably wouldn’t want to lose her tongue or jaw…how about an eye? We could have it hanging outside by the nerve. Any spoons in the kitchen? ” Michelle fetched one for her. Opening up the right eyelid, Brie was able to push the spoon behind the eye and work it out of the socket, accidentally snapping the optic nerve.

"Uh, woops."

"Smooth, Brie. Out, vile jelly!"

"Hey, everyone's entitled to one mistake. Besides, probably easier for her than having to be staring at the floor with one eye all the time." She picked up the eyeballl, turning it this way and that curiously, before setting it aside.

“Well, that's probably a good sign to stop. We’ll wait for her to wake up, see if she likes it.”

“What exactly do you plan on doing if she doesn’t like it?”

“Uh…do we have any glue?” They laughed, still staring at the open chest cavity. Brie felt much better now that the hard part was done, and felt the elation of a successful procedure. Feeling bold, she suddenly kissed Michelle on the lips, which was returned with interest. They had a lot of time to kill now after all. She looked over towards the table to the side, her gaze lingering on those once-prized breasts, and the pale arm. How interesting…

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“Oooh…."

Becky woke up feeling very wrong. This wasn’t the first time she had woken up in a strange place feeling like she had just went ten rounds with a particularly irritable gorilla, so she wasn’t panicking. But this felt even more off than usual. OK then Becky, time to shake off the cobwebs and remember where the hell you were last night. It was quiet and it was dark, and the familiar stale smell of Malone’s came back to her. Ah yes, another wild night in here. Ol’ Pat was here. Who else…Barry Harkins? No, not seen him in a while. Or his wife. Michelle? Her face was floating around in her mind, but she didn’t really come down here too often...

Becky tried to sit up, but her left arm wasn’t moving. Of course-she had broken it, hadn’t she? There had been a chase. A fall. The details were on the tip of her tongue, but the memories shimmered like a mirage in her head. She looked down to her left, expecting a cast. It wasn’t there. She stared at the stump, then sighed, realising all at once that she had not, in fact, gotten hammered, and that she may or may not have agreed to losing some parts so that she could pretend to be a zombie. Well, shit.

As she wiggled the tiny stump of her arm, bringing the meat and bone up to her face, wondering why she couldn't seem to see out of one eye, gradually she became aware of something…alien, somewhere below. Something that shouldn’t be there, and yet something feeling missing. The implications were, she had to admit, a bit scary. Oh Christ, they had cut off her tits hadn’t they. God dammit, she should have said something. Well, no use crying over split milk, she thought. She laughed a croaky laugh at her own dumb joke, and felt better. Then she sat up, good arm still a bit wobbly, and still putting off the act of actually looking down to see the damage done to her. After a pregnant pause, and thinking she might as well get used to being flat chested then, her eyes slowly trailed downwards. It probably won’t be the worst thing done to her-

Becky leaned forward, and her lungs dangled out of her chest.

“HOLY FUCK WHAT THE SHIT-“

She rocketed off the table stumbled around a bit, and then fell over, landing on the side where her left arm would have broken her fall. As it was she lay winded on the floor, her lungs visibly working hard now. There was also a faint beating sound. That was her heart, wasn’t it. She looked down at her chest. Yup, there it was, tucked away just behind the lungs, beating hard now. Yikes. Then there was her eye. A hand flew to her face and felt around in her socket. That was all it was now-an empty socket.Becky was considering her options when she heard footsteps coming from the next room. A very red-looking bald lady appeared, a look of concern on her meaty face.

“Oh, Becky, you’re awake! We thought you would be asleep for longer than that.” Said Michelle. Becky blinked a few times before clarity returned.

“Michelle! Oh man, you guys…you did this!” She exclaimed, pointing at her chest with her good arm, which caused her to fall over again. Somehow the loss of her arm seemed a minor detail now.

“Well…yes, we did. We told you that we would, and you agreed to it.”

“I know, but still…this is happening! It’s real! Look, it’s my freakin’ heart!”

“I know, I’ve seen it.” Becky was getting a little annoyed at how matter of fact her friend was being. She supposed body mutilation like this was old news, especially to a medical student.

“Well, help me up a second. I’m technically disabled now you know.”

“I think we all are.”

“You’re both still…abled. I’m not as abled. I'm barely abled at all really” Michelle hauled her up, her bony hands feeling hard on Becky’s skin.

“Where’s Brie?” she asked. Michelle looked away.

“She’s, uh…sleeping.”

“Oh. Can you maybe wake her up now?”

“…can you wait?”

“Not really? I feel like this is the sort of thing we should talk about. You know, her opening my chest like a clam and all.”

“Uh, ok. I’ll just go wake her up…”

“We’ll both go.” Said Becky, feeling suspicious. She marched past Brie into the side room, which was a small little extension where people could eat with a little privacy. There was Brie, sleeping on her side on the floor, on top of the bed of ripped-off seat cushions Becky herself had made for her week-long stay here. Something fleshy covered most of her-Michelle’s skin, draped like a bed sheet, blond hair splayed by the side. She nudged her friend with her foot, and Brie’s eyes immediately flickered open.

“Wakey-wakey, lass.”

“Oh…Oh, Becky! H-hi…” grinned Brie sheepishly. Becky stared down at her, arm on hip.

“We have a few things to discuss.”

“Of course, of course. Just let me get up in my own time, I’m a bit tired you see-“
Becky grabbed hold of the skin-blanket by the hair and pulled hard, whipping it off and exposing Brie to her. He arms instinctively tried to cover herself, but there was no hiding what lay between her legs. A thick stump had been wedged inside her pussy. Becky could see that her womb was bulging visibly out of her stomach womb. Becky put one hand on her hips, trying not to smile too hard.

“Brie.”

“Yes?”

“You used my arm as a mega-dildo, didn’t you.”

“Yes. Yes I did.” There was a laugh from behind as Michelle entered the room,
covering her mouth with her hand.

“As I said, we thought you would be out for at least another hour.”

“So while I was sleeping, you two thought you’d have a little fun, eh?” asked Becky. She nudged her severed arm with her foot, and Brie moaned in response.

“You’re not angry with me, are you?” asked Brie.

“Not technically, no. I mean, I’m still alive, somehow, so I guess you did good. Where are my tits?”

“They’re in the kitchen. Actually we kind of wanted to ask you about those…” said Michelle, rubbing her arm nervously.

“Oh really?”

“Well, it’s just…we don’t really have anything to…eat.” The thought hung in the air for a precious few moments.

“I see.” Said Becky, with icy calmness that made the other two wince. Becky was known for being an exuberant and emotional person, not prone to hiding her feelings. This was much worse. This was focused rage.

“Well…uh…B-Brie back me up here.”

“Becky, this is about hard choices.” Said Brie, sitting up and making soothing motions with her hands. She made no effort to remove the arm buried deep inside her. Becky stared down hard.

“Ok, before I say yes or no, why don’t we all take a moment to admit that this isn’t just about “hard choices” or whatever. You like this. Both of you.”

“Becky-“

“No, let me speak. It’s true And look I know it’s the end of days or whatever and “normal” doesn’t exist anymore, and that your plan has worked and will probably save our lives, o I’m not judging. I get it, honestly I do. But be honest with yourselves, yeah? This shit gets you horny. You can tell yourself that you had no choice but to take your skin off, cut my ribs away,or your own skull off, or that you just had to lose your clothes, and blah blah blah. You had choices. You chose this path, you chose getting freakier than any of us could believe possible. You want to eat my tits? Admit that to me, right now.”

Brie wanted to protest, but the words didn’t come. She looked across at Michelle, who was nodding her head.

“I know I shouldn’t, but when I seen what Brie had done to herself, or what she done to me…I’ve never felt anything like that. It’s all true what you said, and I want more.” As she spoke she caressed Becky’s side with her hand, her fingers stretching towards the opening in her chest. Becky let her continue, still waiting for Brie to admit her true feelings. Brie sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Ok, fine. I like this kind of stuff. I shoved my friend’s severed arm inside my pussy, I’m not hiding the fact that I’m a perv-“

“That’s not what I asked you to admit, Brie.” Smiled Becky.

“Urgh…ok, please let us eat your boobs”

“Still not what I asked you. This isn’t about what you need, it’s about what you want.”

“Ok, I want to then”

“Want to what?”

“I want to eat them! I want to eat your tits!”

“There, see? That wasn’t so hard.”

“Also the rib meat. Good eating on ribs, you know.” Added Brie. Becky continued to smile.

“You can have it all…if I can have my arm back.” She grabbed the stump and pulled suddenly. Brie yelped as her womb visibly sank down out of view, and she slid across the floor as her friend pulled. Michelle held onto Brie’s arms to give Becky leverage as she roughly pulled on the limb. The arm was slowly revealed all the way down to the wrist, glistening in Brie’s juices. As the end came out, Brie’s womb came with it, hanging out by a good 6 inches, cervix gaping wide. She panted on her bed of cushions as Becky whistled, impressed by the sight.

“I can see where you girls are coming from. That was pretty hot.” She lowered her detached arm down to her own womanhood, rubbing the hand across her lips.

“Mmm…missed you, lefty.”

“And you say that we’re freaky…” muttered Michelle.

“I never said I wasn’t freaky.” Replied the redhead, dropping the arm to the side. She raised a hand to her chest. “You know me. I’ve always worn my heart…”

“Becky, wait-“

Becky reached a hand inside her chest and grabbed her own heart, pulling it past her lungs and into view.

“…On my sleeve! Woo!” she exclaimed, heart now beating manically in her hand. Michelle gasped, blown away by her friend’s daring. She leaned her face towards the pumping organ, fascinated.

“Go on. Take it” whispered Becky. Michelle’s hands automatically rose up. She cupped the organ between them, and Becky pulled her own hands away, letting her friend hold it. They didn’t speak, both woman enraptured by the though and sight of their actions. Even the recovering Brie was awed, although as she had rubbed cum into her own brain, she had already been in this territory. Once again, a train of thought ran through her mind suggesting that this was more than simply luck or medicine. But it was hard to concentrate on the mechanics when such striking sights were going on; Brie simply lived in the moment, the grotesque and wonderful present.

Becky kissed Michelle full on the mouth as the skinned student held onto her friends heart. She gasped as she felt a tongue lap at her labia, Brie having now recovered. Her good hand traveled down towards Michelle’s opening, which was all it was now really. Not great for foreplay, but interesting all the same, as she rammed two fingers inside, sliding them in and out in a steady rhythm. Michelle moaned into her mouth, eyes closed. Brie continued her oral assault, now spreading her friend wide and sticking her tongue in as far as she could. Becky pushed her ass back, could feel the hole where Becky’s nose used to be rubbing against her cheeks.

Michelle suddenly let go of the heart, letting it dangle in front of Becky’s lungs, Then she shoved her hands past her friends lungs, deep inside her. One hand stroked up and down the spine, practically scratching the bone, while the other explored the mess of organs down below. To cap off her new aggressive mood, she placed her mouth over the newly-vacant eye socket, kissing it hungrily. Becky shuddered with excitement as she felt a tongue explore inside her own head. As Michelle’s hand brushed against her womb, she couldn’t take it anymore. She came hard, and once again Brie’s brain was sprayed with cum-Brie made a mental note to stop being so eager to give oral if it meant her open skull was now a cum depository. Michelle withdrew her hands, grinning manically as Becky collapsed. Picking up the arm, she quickly fingered herself into an orgasm.

The three girls lay on top of each other and various body parts. The now very sticky fingers of Becky’s former left hand lay by her head; she licked them clean. Michelle lay tangled up in her own skin, and Brie was covered in all three ladies various juices, brain to toe, womb still hanging between her legs. She still had sense enough to speak:

“I don’t know about you girls, but I’m starving.”