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Ophelia and Amy stood at opposing sides of the table. A dozen plastic rings were scattered on the surface. Amy was reading an instruction booklet while Ophelia fidgeted with one of the rings.

”Huh. It’s simpler than I thought,” said Amy. The curvy blonde in a simple t-shirt and denim shorts picked up a ring. She slid her left hand into it, then pulled the ring up her arm. She squeezed the ring. It shrunk until it clamped down above her bicep.

“Okay…then what?” Ophelia was wearing a tight tiny tank top and a revealing pair of panties. No point in dressing up when you’re planning on staying home all day. She took the ring she was holding in both her hands. It expanded. She put her head through the ring, then squeezed. It nestled into her neck.

”Oooh, I like that idea!” Amy had already put another ring on her right arm to match the left, then added a ring to her neck to match Ophelia’s. “So, uh, then we just gotta pull the sides apart, I think? Grab my hands and hold on tight.”

Amy and Ophelia linked their hands together.

”Alright, now pull!”

Amy put her legs into it, bracing against Ophelia pulling her arms. They both nearly fell as both of Amy’s arms popped off of her body. The plastic ring had become a plastic disk on all the places where her arms ended. They giggled as Amy inspected and waved the short stumps that remained of her arms.

”Wow, that was easy,” Ophelia said. She dropped Amy’s arms onto the table. The arms bent and straightened; the fingers flexed. “Are you doing that?”

“No…I guess they have a mind of their own?” She looked curiously at her own fidgeting arms and hands. By reflex, she tried to grab one, then laughed as she realized both her arms were amputated. She looked up when she heard something land on the table.

She saw Ophelia looking back at her from her head’s new position on the table. Ophelia’s headless body was toying with her halved neck. Her head spoke up. “I can’t control my body, either.” Headless Ophelia moved her hands down to her chest and started massaging her own tits with her head none the wiser.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” said Amy. She walked over to her headless friend and nudged her with her foot.

”Hey, I can’t see, what am I doing? Can you turn me around?” Ophelia uselessly looked around, unable to see what her body and her friend were up to. She heard another pop. She gasped as Amy stumbled back into her field of view.

Amy was now both armless and headless. She wobbled and walked in random directions. She rotated her arm stumps as she turned in circles. Her severely handicapped body aimlessly ambled around the room.

”God, she looks so hot like that, doesn’t she,” said Amy’s head. Ophelia was shocked that it was attached to her body where her own head was only a minute ago. “Wait…do I mean I look hot?”

”Amy, why did you take my body?!”

“Correction: your body took Amy’s head, then put it on. I’m…neither of you, I don’t think. It’s weird. I’m Amelia now.”

“Well, Amelia, can you give me my body back? Or at least put me on her?”

Amelia thought about it. She watched Amy walk straight into a wall. The decapitated double-amputee turned around and stumbled across the room again until she bumped into the table. Ophelia’s head wobbled from the impact.

”Mmmm…no. Because I know Amy always wanted to be headless. I don’t want to take that from her, you know?” Amelia grabbed one of Amy’s arms. She held Amy’s shoulder and pressed the arm back onto Amy’s arm stump where it belonged.

Amy reacted by flexing her returned hand, then feeling her vacated neck. She started scouring the table with her outstretched hand. Amelia picked up Ophelia as Amy found her other arm.

”Hey, c’mon, she was looking for a head! Let her find me!”

Amy attached her other arm and shook it. Satisfied, she removed the rings from her arms and dropped them on the table again. Her hands returned to her headless neck for a while before Amy fully relaxed. She stood at the table and swayed a bit.

”Doesn’t look like she wants a head to me,” said Amelia. She sauntered away to Ophelia’s closet and pulled out a backpack. She returned to the table and opened the backpack on it.
She lifted Ophelia’s head and lowered it into the backpack.

”Hey! HEY! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Ophelia was met with another odd sight - Amy’s detached head being put into the backpack above her. “Make some room!”

”What the hell!? Why did my body keep going once you were detached? Ow!” The women’s heads bonked each other a few times as Ophelia’s body zipped up the backpack. They felt themselves get lifted off the table. It wasn’t long before they were put down again. They heard the sound of a door close - her closet door.

Headless Ophelia stumbled back to the table. She walked around it until she found Amy. They both started to touch each other’s neck stumps. One thing lead to another, resulting in the blind babes exhausted in Ophelia’s bed.

Amy had no idea what time it was when she left. Hard to know when it is when you don’t have a head. All she knew was that Ophelia was insistent on putting this heavy backpack on her. What was in it, bowling balls? She didn’t bother to check. She didn’t even bother to wear it for long. She ditched the bag after some amount of aimless wandering. Who knows where she or the bag wound up.

Description
Ophelia and Amy stood at opposing sides of the table. A dozen plastic rings were scattered on the surface. Amy was reading an instruction booklet while Ophelia fidgeted with one of the rings.

”Huh. It’s simpler than I thought,” said Amy. The curvy blonde in a simple t-shirt and denim shorts picked up a ring. She slid her left hand into it, then pulled the ring up her arm. She squeezed the ring. It shrunk until it clamped down above her bicep.

“Okay…then what?” Ophelia was wearing a tight tiny tank top and a revealing pair of panties. No point in dressing up when you’re planning on staying home all day. She took the ring she was holding in both her hands. It expanded. She put her head through the ring, then squeezed. It nestled into her neck.

”Oooh, I like that idea!” Amy had already put another ring on her right arm to match the left, then added a ring to her neck to match Ophelia’s. “So, uh, then we just gotta pull the sides apart, I think? Grab my hands and hold on tight.”

Amy and Ophelia linked their hands together.

”Alright, now pull!”

Amy put her legs into it, bracing against Ophelia pulling her arms. They both nearly fell as both of Amy’s arms popped off of her body. The plastic ring had become a plastic disk on all the places where her arms ended. They giggled as Amy inspected and waved the short stumps that remained of her arms.

”Wow, that was easy,” Ophelia said. She dropped Amy’s arms onto the table. The arms bent and straightened; the fingers flexed. “Are you doing that?”

“No…I guess they have a mind of their own?” She looked curiously at her own fidgeting arms and hands. By reflex, she tried to grab one, then laughed as she realized both her arms were amputated. She looked up when she heard something land on the table.

She saw Ophelia looking back at her from her head’s new position on the table. Ophelia’s headless body was toying with her halved neck. Her head spoke up. “I can’t control my body, either.” Headless Ophelia moved her hands down to her chest and started massaging her own tits with her head none the wiser.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” said Amy. She walked over to her headless friend and nudged her with her foot.

”Hey, I can’t see, what am I doing? Can you turn me around?” Ophelia uselessly looked around, unable to see what her body and her friend were up to. She heard another pop. She gasped as Amy stumbled back into her field of view.

Amy was now both armless and headless. She wobbled and walked in random directions. She rotated her arm stumps as she turned in circles. Her severely handicapped body aimlessly ambled around the room.

”God, she looks so hot like that, doesn’t she,” said Amy’s head. Ophelia was shocked that it was attached to her body where her own head was only a minute ago. “Wait…do I mean I look hot?”

”Amy, why did you take my body?!”

“Correction: your body took Amy’s head, then put it on. I’m…neither of you, I don’t think. It’s weird. I’m Amelia now.”

“Well, Amelia, can you give me my body back? Or at least put me on her?”

Amelia thought about it. She watched Amy walk straight into a wall. The decapitated double-amputee turned around and stumbled across the room again until she bumped into the table. Ophelia’s head wobbled from the impact.

”Mmmm…no. Because I know Amy always wanted to be headless. I don’t want to take that from her, you know?” Amelia grabbed one of Amy’s arms. She held Amy’s shoulder and pressed the arm back onto Amy’s arm stump where it belonged.

Amy reacted by flexing her returned hand, then feeling her vacated neck. She started scouring the table with her outstretched hand. Amelia picked up Ophelia as Amy found her other arm.

”Hey, c’mon, she was looking for a head! Let her find me!”

Amy attached her other arm and shook it. Satisfied, she removed the rings from her arms and dropped them on the table again. Her hands returned to her headless neck for a while before Amy fully relaxed. She stood at the table and swayed a bit.

”Doesn’t look like she wants a head to me,” said Amelia. She sauntered away to Ophelia’s closet and pulled out a backpack. She returned to the table and opened the backpack on it.
She lifted Ophelia’s head and lowered it into the backpack.

”Hey! HEY! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Ophelia was met with another odd sight - Amy’s detached head being put into the backpack above her. “Make some room!”

”What the hell!? Why did my body keep going once you were detached? Ow!” The women’s heads bonked each other a few times as Ophelia’s body zipped up the backpack. They felt themselves get lifted off the table. It wasn’t long before they were put down again. They heard the sound of a door close - her closet door.

Headless Ophelia stumbled back to the table. She walked around it until she found Amy. They both started to touch each other’s neck stumps. One thing lead to another, resulting in the blind babes exhausted in Ophelia’s bed.

Amy had no idea what time it was when she left. Hard to know when it is when you don’t have a head. All she knew was that Ophelia was insistent on putting this heavy backpack on her. What was in it, bowling balls? She didn’t bother to check. She didn’t even bother to wear it for long. She ditched the bag after some amount of aimless wandering. Who knows where she or the bag wound up.