"No fair - that's my fantasy!" Bridget said, "Alicia, it's my turn…"
"But I'm the roomie!" Helen said, getting into Bridget's face.
"Yeah but - uuuuh- " Bridget stopped short, frozen in place. A tickling sensation danced across her body, tracing lines and seams. She stared at Helen, who was stopped in her tracks, watching seams appear on her skin, which had a pale plastic hue to it now.
"What happened?" Helen asked stupidly through frozen lips, staring straight ahead at Bridget, realizing they were both the same pale shade.
"I think we pissed Alicia off." Bridget said, astonished they could talk, and seeing Kim and Alicia come into their limited sight.
"Darned right! No fighting." Alicia said, looking from Helen to Bridget, "Now, you're mannequins - and for being so - naughty - Kim and I are going to take you apart." Alicia reached up and pulled Bridget's hair off her head - an easy task since it was just a wig now. Helen's laugh was stopped by Kim pulling her hair off too. A cold breeze tickled their naked scalps.
"How do we do this?" Kim asked, still a little drunk, and fondling Helen's rock-hard tits. Helen moaned in surprise, making Kim rub harder.
"Twist - and take off." Alicia said, grabbing Bridget's head and roughly twisting it.
"Hey, watch it - oh!" Bridget gasped as her head popped off her shoulders, making a delightful sensation.
"Dummies don't talk. Or complain." Alicia teased Bridget, putting her head on the desk next to the Automorph's keyboard - so close, yet impossible for Bridget to touch - or Helen, whose head was placed on the other side of the keyboard. Helplessly, they watched Alicia and Kim disassemble their mannequin bodies.
"Hand bone's disconnected to the - arm bone. Arm bone's disconnected to the - shoulder bone…" Kim drunkenly sung, twisting each part on Helen's body until a loud click was heard, and it could be pulled off. Each twist and turn caused Bridget and Helen to groan more in estascy, while Kim and Alicia stroked each part, then tossed it into a jumble of pieces that were growing on the couch. If the sensations were not so pleasant and distracting, Helen or Bridget should've been a little concerned about keeping track of their parts. They gasped as their torsos were twisted apart, groaned when their asses were groped, and toes were tickled…
"There! All done!" Alicia said, putting a disconnected foot down in front of Bridget, and another in front of Helen, "All disassembled." The pair, who were just bald heads on the desk found themselves staring at a messy pile of their disconnected body parts. They were speechless at the sight - perhaps because being so disconnected they had been rendered mute.
"Hey, Alicia." Kim said, trying to match a hand to a thigh, "Did you keep track of where everything goes?" Mentally, Helen and Bridget gave a cry of despair and surprise, watching Alicia and Kim reassemble their bodies…
With the last piece put back into place - sorta - Helen and Bridget felt themselves turn back to flesh and blood - but (of course…)
SOMETHING ELSE!
Sun Jan 15 11:09:34 2012
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