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- Natural body magic
- Headlessness
- Butt stuff

My current situation is not looking good. For lack of a better phrase, I am royally screwed. My husband is going to open the door to our bedroom any second now and I am in pieces on our bed. If that sounds weird, then let me explain. This all sort of started about a week and a half ago.

My name is Emily Anderson, and I am a happily married woman. My husband James and I married early, had our child Connor, early, and settled down into our own house all in just a short time. Things were rough for the first couple of years, two kids just out of high school trying to get a job and raise a child, but James made it work. He worked hard, and now he owns part of the company he works for and I don’t have to work ever again. It sounded nice, at first. I’d have a ton of free time to myself. All I’d have to do is cook, which I fucking rock at, and take care of our son. That left me a lot of time for my own hobbies, and plenty of time for exercise too. I still look like I did when I was twenty and I absolutely kill it when I wear my yoga pants (James never could resist my butt!), and James is just as handsome as when we first met. Suffice to say, our love life is pretty damn active. When he’s home, that is.

See, James is away at work a lot, usually managing a new project or overseeing a board meeting. Important stuff, I know, but with him gone and Connor usually away at school or with friends, I get a little lonely.

At first I just bought a couple of toys, nothing out of the ordinary. Then I tried some butt plugs, and found out I like that kind of play. Then I got some nipple piercings (James loves them now). Now I’ve taken up yoga, not because I needed to exercise more, I get enough of that as it is. Nah, I wanted to become flexible enough to eat myself out, but that was proving way harder than it seemed.

My little ability sprung up last Friday. It was just after lunch and I had the house to myself. I had been stretching and prepping myself since the morning, and was naked on the large bed in our room. I sat spread legged and had my arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling myself down very slowly. I felt my breasts squeeze against the skin above my pelvis and I felt like it was going to work. I pulled and sucked in my chest, getting closer and closer even as it became a struggle to maintain the position, when I heard a pop and then I slammed my face into my own cunt. It hurt a little, but I was more worried I had hurt my back trying do something dumb. I pushed myself up with my arms and sat up, and that was when the top half of me fell off the bed! For a moment I couldn’t believe my eyes; I was lying on my back on the bedroom floor while my legs were on the bed. I gave a little yelp and looked down past my stomach to see all the blood. Only, there was none. I touched the detached area and there was no gore, no loose intestines, just soft flesh, as if I had never had a pair of hips to begin with and I just ended at the stomach. The other curious thing was, I could still feel my other half.

I took a second to collect myself, then pulled my upper half onto the bed. It was pretty easy considering I was only lifting half my weight. Once on the bed, I saw my legs and hips from an angle I never thought I would see. There it was, the bottom half of me; my long legs, my thick toned butt, and my soaking wet vagina. In that moment, something in my brain shut off, and I could think about was eating myself out. I laid down on my stomach, gripped my firm butt cheeks, and buried myself in my hungry cunt.

I can barely describe how good it felt, but when I next looked up it was nearly three o’ clock, and I realized with mounting panic that Connor would be home from school soon. My legs were all but useless, twitching in random spasms from the multiple orgasms I had assaulted them with, and my mind was in a sex addled haze. I did the only thing I thought might work. I hand walked the upper part of me above my hips and lined myself up. When the two parts met, this was this weird sucking feeling, and the skin of both parts melted into each other. It was like nothing had ever happened, although the stained bedsheets would claim otherwise. I was just glad to be in one piece!

I rushed to the shower, cleaned up, and tossed the sheets into the washer before Connor was dropped off by the bus. I don’t think he noticed anything because all he did was say I looked a little tired. As soon as he closed his door I sunk down to my knees, exhausted. Exhausted, and horribly curious about what had transpired.

The next day, I skipped my regular morning coffee and workout, opting to stay at the house. I wanted more than enough time to experiment before my family came back for the day. I locked al the doors to the house, just in case. I opted to take a shower first, cleaning all of my bits and pieces before I began, and I do mean all my bits. I wanted to squeaky clean in case I decided to get a little dirty!

Once more I sat on the bed, naked. I had a plethora of my little toys laid out on the nightstand beside the bed, ready for action. I thought I would try to repeat what had happened yesterday so I placed my hands on my hips, and pushed. I once more felt that odd sensation, centered around my waist, and stomach came away from my hips. I laughed ecstatically, glad to know that what had happened yesterday wasn’t just some fever dream.

I lowered my upper half to the bed, and let the flat expanse under my stomach sit on the sheets. It was fairly stable so I had no problem staying upright. I felt for a moment, like I should be freaking out, screaming at the madness of it all, but I think the perverted side of me all but stamped out the logical side. I turned my legs over and brought my butt up to my abdomen. Now I truly understood why my husband always went for my ass first, it was mesmerizing rubbing and spreading the ass before me, so pliable yet firm, and I couldn’t help but get a little wet when I spread my ass to get a better look at my well-worn anus and seasoned vagina than I ever thought I would.

With little hesitation, I grabbed the lube I had set on the stand and squirted a generous amount into my palm. I rubbed my butthole with the lube, getting it ready before I stuck a couple of fingers in. I teased myself for a bit, loosening myself up. I was positively drooling from my hips now, surprised at how amazingly turned on I would be from playing with my own detached butt.

When my hole was loose enough, I picked up my favorite butt plug, one that had taken me about a month to get accustomed to due to its large size, and slid it easily into my hungry butt. I moaned as I felt it spread my horny ass apart, delighting in every moment of my bizarre little experience. I finished pushing it in, all the way to the base, when a thought struck me; what if I can detach more than just my hips? My question was soon answered when tried to pull my legs off at the hips. There was that almost inaudible pop and my leg was separated from my body. I did the same to the other and giggled at the big round butt and hips that was left. It was so much easier to pick it up, which I did. I laid back and lowered my hips onto my face, once more enjoying the taste of my own juices and the unmatched feeling of my tongue licking my yearning sex.

One orgasm wasn’t enough this time, though. I took out my large dildo and set it on the bed, then very unceremoniously raised my hips up only to slam them down on the imposing rubber cock. I cried out in lust as I relentlessly lifted and shoved my hips onto the cock. It was like they were somebody else’s parts and I was punishing them for being naughty. I came so hard I squirted.

I laid back on the bed. Panting in exhaustion. It had been one of the most stimulating orgasms I had had, and I would have basked in the afterglow for a bit longer had I not seen something missing. My pussy. My crotch was as bare as a doll’s but I barely panicked. I looked back at the monster dildo, or at least half of it. It was impossible, but only a portion of the dildo was on the bed. The rest was devoured by my detached cunt. I picked it up at the base and pulled my pussy off from it, slowly. Inch by inch it came out until I had finally wrested my pussy free from its clutches. It was so strange, seeing my detached genitals there in my hand. It wasn’t exactly flat, like I’d imagine it would be. Instead, it was more like my vagina was a ball of flesh, vaguely egg shaped with fresh skin on the back. It looked sort of like the front of one of those sex toys, only it was real and leaking. Without thinking, I threw the entire thing into my mouth and began licking it. God, it was like being touched from all sides. It spat out my pussy almost immediately because it came so fast in my mouth.

That got me thinking, though…

I had wanted to try licking my vagina, yeah, and I had done that. But, what about my other hole? I hadn’t even considered it before, because it was literally impossible, but now…

I set my vagina on the nightstand and flipped my hips around. The plug was still hilt deep in my butt, but not for long. I pulled gently on it, not yet wanting to detach my anus too. It slid out with a soft slurp, and I laid it on a prepared blanket. Then I bent over and licked a part of me I never thought I would. I don’t want to get too much into detail, because I rimmed myself for way longer than I thought I would, but I think I can say I’m an expert now.

To be honest, I’m amazed I was able to think after all of that. You would never have guessed what had gone on in that room when my family came home and their well-dressed and cheerful mother/wife greeted them at the door.

Over the course of the next several days, I indulged myself in debauchery the like of which I’m sure only the transformed can truly appreciate, although I’ve only met one of the GLD women and she was a total freak, so maybe I’m wrong.

Anyways, I spent all of Sunday pussyless. Had the girl locked up in a Tupperware container under the bed with dildo shoved in it and a vibe taped onto my clit. The boys gave me some odd looks when I moaned or squeaked after an orgasm, but I don’t think they suspected anything.

Monday I went to the gym and left my breasts, pussy and asshole in the car. That actually wasn’t a sexual act, it was just a lot easier to exercise without them on. Who knew? The breasts were a little risky though, because that’s a bit more noticeable when they’re missing. However, a simple sweater helped hide that fact, along with some creative lying. That afternoon I took my arm off and pretended it was someone else’s while I diddled myself.

Tuesday I spent the better half of the afternoon headless with my body wearing some light bondage gear and my head on a table before the bed. I played myself as the master head and ordered the subservient body to degraded herself for me. I had so much fun, I just barely had time to clean the sheets before everyone got home.

Wednesday I spent the better portion of the day with my butt and my breasts swapped. That was arguably one of the tougher ones to hide. My breasts are a pair of respectable Cs, but my ass was practically an E, maybe even an H cup. Looked like a porn model, but it so much fun trying it out! One thing I didn’t expect was that sitting down would suck, hard. I had to go grab some groceries and somehow forgot about my predicament. Sitting down on my breasts, especially with my nipples rings still in them, has made me sure I will never place my breasts there again. Ouch.

Thursday I was feeling even more adventurous. I decided to flip the headless thing on its, uh, head and did a little modifying. I took my face off and stuck it on my crotch, while I did the reverse with my little bits and stuck my pussy and asshole on my head. I took my sexed up head off and did a reverse of the roleplay from Tuesday. Gotta say, I loved making out with begenitaled head as I squeezed it between my thighs and thrust it against the face in my crotch

Friday I got some awesome news. James would be going on a business trip during the weekend, and would be gone until Monday. Connor would also be gone for the weekend, having been invited to go hiking with his friends. I was ecstatic, and not just because I had swapped my nipples with my butthole and cunt. I would finally have a couple of days to take this ability to the limit. Understandably, James wanted some time together before he left, to which I happily agreed. I made up a bullshit excuse to use the bathroom for a moment, so I could reconfigure all of my pieces, and then we hit the sheets. Everything went fantastically, although I almost pissed myself when James pulled out and took my vagina with him. Thankfully we had the lights off and I even used it to my advantage. Before taking my cunt off of his cock, I gave him a ‘handjob’ like you would never believe. I enjoyed it too!

Saturday came and I was fucking ready! I had the house to myself, my toys laid out, some candles because I can, and some soft music to masturbate too. My plan was to go all out during my free weekend. James had left about an hour ago, do I felt it was safe enough to start. See, my plan was to completely dissemble myself and see where it went from there. I started with my toes, then my feet, my legs, my hips, then butthole, then my vagina, my belly button, my nipples, breasts, arms, head. Then it got a little hard, but I managed. I detached the fingers on my left hand, then the palm at the wrist. My right arm would have to remain whole I decided, just in case. I then set about plucking off my lips, nose, eyes and finally my ears before I was satisfied. I was about to dive into it all when I heard the door open. My heard skipped a beat and my blood ran cold. “Honey, I forgot some documents in the bedroom!” my husband called from downstairs. I cursed under my breath, but it was caught under the sheets. Apparently, my lips had slid under my torso at some point. I had no idea how he was going to react when he saw me like this, and I didn’t want to find out. I scrambled desperately to get my mouth, but my arm ended up falling off the bed. I was in a blind panic now. All of my parts started to wiggle, trying desperately to get back together. It didn’t work, though, far to slow and disorganized. And now, I can hear the door know turning and I know I only have seconds before he finds me. And in these last moments before my secret is out, it occurs to me, maybe James will like this? My hips shook with anticipation. In fact, I think he’s going to like it a lot.