The Wand: Part 2
by compound37
Zoe hummed to herself as she mixed the batter together for the cookies and cupcakes. Or, at least that’s what she thought she was doing; all Mia heard was her girlfriend struggling to carry a tune while attempting to multitask with the pastries. It was quite a sight, Zoe had Mia’s arms as well as her own, and while she wasn’t as fast as she normally was on one pastry, her multitude of arms were flying around in a total blur.
*****
Fifteen minutes ago, Zoe had hung up the phone on their friend Liz, promising if she came over for game night there’d be cookies and other stuff. Zoe was a baking queen when she felt like it, but when Mia pointed out that they had neither the cupcakes nor the cookies she promised Liz, Zoe blanched.
“Oh, oh, oh oh oh. Uhh, okay. Right. Flour and eggs.” She stammered as she ran into the kitchen, pulling mixing bowls and ingredients from any cupboard she could find. Mia watched from the hall as Zoe started breaking a sweat. She knew better than to interrupt Zoe when she was working, there was a method to her madness. Wiping flour across her brow, Zoe started to pull out more and more mixing bowls. Throwing them haphazardly on the counter, she spilled some milk on her orange tank-top, and immediately pulled it off.
“Is that really necessary?” Mia asked, walking into the kitchen. “You’re covered in every other ingredient at this point. Here, let me just get you a-”
Zoe’s arm caught Mia’s on its way to the towels, and with a wink, Zoe pulled Mia’s arms off at the shoulder, quickly attaching them to herself.
“Hey! You can’t just do that!” Mia gasped as Zoe spun her around and took the other one out from her sleeve.
“I’m cooking two things, silly. I’m going to need to multitask. Now leave an artist to her work!” she said as she pushed her armless girlfriend out of the room with a flour covered hand.
*****
So Mia sat on the couch watching Zoe try to hum to herself while cooking two pastries at the same time. At least they were in the oven at this point, Liz would be coming by soon. Which was a relief, as Mia knew Zoe had alternative plans. She sat contentedly, relaxing her rounded shoulders into the couch as she imagined how Zoe was planning on revealing their new modular bodies to Liz. Being magically separable wasn’t something that Mia had ever considered herself interested in until a couple hours ago, she was more concerned about why Zoe had spent so much of their hard-earned money on that wand. But, judging that the only knew two spells they knew, to remove clothes and to remove limbs, Mia smiled at the thought that there were some more tricks up its sleeve.
But she also smiled to herself about Liz. Her and Zoe were by no means in an open relationship, despite how Zoe would openly flirt with other girls. She mainly did it to make Mia jealous as a joke, but without that, she wouldn’t have met Liz. Liz was Zoe’s old roommate in art school, and Mia would never have known that were it not for the way that Zoe jokingly flirted with Liz when they eventually caught up several years later.
“So, have you thought about how we break it to Liz?” Mia asked.
Zoe looked up from the stove as she slid the baking into the oven: “Dunno. I was thinking of having it be a surprise, she wouldn’t see it coming.”
“Don’t you think that just suddenly surprising her with ‘hey, we can pull each other's heads off’ isn’t a little too extreme? How exactly do you plan on not traumatizing her?” Mia said.
Zoe rested her chin on a flour covered hand, her rosy breasts hanging in front of the counter: “Warn her? But that would ruin the surprise! Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll think of something. But you’re full of ideas too, what do you think?”
“I think we’re going to need the full strength of your wits and charm to not have this be a total disaster.” Mia said as she lurched forward off the couch and strode to the kitchen, resting her armless chest on Zoe’s shoulder.
Zoe nodded as she removed the arms she’d borrowed from Mia and reattached them to their rightful owner. “Then I guess I better put my stellar mind into action then. In the meantime, you can dry the dishes.”
Mia nodded as she picked up the dish towel.
“And washing too, only fair.” Zoe said before she popped her own arms off and strutted out of the kitchen.
“But!” Mia complained before begrudgingly attaching the spare arms to her body and soaking the bowls in the sink. Zoe giggled as she flopped into Mia’s spot and wiggled her legs slightly open. “Just think what’ll happen when I pull this off.”
*****
Liz could smell the baking as soon as she got out of the car. “Zoe always killed it on the baking front. I can smell that chocolate already.” She thought as she stepped to the door. She rung the doorbell and could hear a frantic scurrying inside, followed by a loud bump and a curse from a deeper voice, must have been Mia. Mia was always the less graceful one, despite Zoe making a mess wherever she went. Smiling, Liz opened the door to Mia holding a tray full of cookies, smiling from ear to ear: “Hey you two! Ready for game night?” She asked.
“Oh hell yes,” Mia replied, “We’ve got some interesting ones now, something we can actually bet cookies with.”
Liz laughed and followed Mia inside. The coffee table had a few decks of cards on it, among some other games stacked on the floor next to it. A bottle of wine stood in the center of the table.
“Don’t worry, that’s only number one.” Mia said as she set the betting cookies down on the table.
Liz smiled her rosy, freckled smile: “Sounds like we’re gonna have some fun tonight.” She could see the conspiratorial glimmer in Mia’s eyes, the kind that knows it’s going to get the majority share of the cookies. “Oh, you have no idea.”
*****
Liz could feel the wine was getting to her, they were already on the second bottle, and Mia was already on her way to taking the last of Zoe’s cookies. They were playing a game that was kind of like poker, but had other cards involved like being able to swap hands with an opponent or being able to discard random cards. It was originally Mia’s game, and if anyone asked her why she was so good at it, she would shrug and say she grew up with a lot of brothers. Zoe...not so much. They were a cute couple, but Mia’s competitive side always comes out during these game nights. Doesn’t help that Zoe was so gullible, She’d been falling for bluff after bluff, and was down to the last tiny remnants of her poker chips and cookies. Liz wasn’t doing so well either, she had a feeling that the empty bottle of wine in front of them may be the real culprit for Mia taking the victory. Zoe pouted, but Mia leaned in and gave her a cute kiss.
Exasperated, Liz walked away from the table and flopped down onto the couch, resting her eyes under her hands. God those two were almost too cute to handle sometimes. It had been forever since she had gotten any, not to mention that she’d had a thing for Zoe back when they were in art school. It was probably the wine talking, but it was getting late, and she was starting to feel a bit horny.
“Wanna play another game?” Mia asked, shuffling the deck.
“Only if it’s strip.” Liz replied.
Damn, that was definitely the wine talking.
Mia started giggling to herself. Liz looked up from under her hands, beet red. Zoe was blushing too, but not out of embarrassment it seemed.
“I mean….” Zoe giggled, “You did eat most of the tokens, Mia. If you want to play poker, we’re going to need something else to bet with.”
“Zoe!” Mia said sarcastically, “It’s not like we’re in a committed relationship or anything”
Zoe kept giggling, taking another large sip of wine: “Besides, it’s not like Liz hasn’t seen me at least semi-nude when we were roommates in art school anyway.”
Mia snorted. “Fine, but just so you two are both aware, you’re gonna wind up losing, you’re gonna wind up naked.”
*****
Within minutes, it was clear that Zoe was as bad at strip poker as she was at regular poker. She’d lost five consecutive hands, and since she wasn’t wearing much to start with, was running out of options. First it was her socks, obviously, then her top, then her shorts, then her bra. She leaned over the table, her pale nipples brushing the tabletop. Normally, she liked strip poker, but she’d been clearly outdone here.
Liz dealt Zoe her next hand. It wasn’t terrible: already it had a pair of jacks and a pair of twos. She could make this into a full house! When Liz looked disappointed at her hand, Zoe was even more excited. She discarded her excess six of diamonds on the next draw. It was replaced by the seven of spades. Crap. Mia discarded three cards, and pulled three off the top of the deck. She smiled at Zoe: “Now Zo, are you sure you wanna keep going? It might be pretty embarrassing if you’re done here.”
“She has to be bluffing.” Zoe thought.
The second draw: Zoe dropped the seven of spades, and it was replaced by the queen of hearts. Damn! Mia could see the consternation in Zoe’s face. “Zoe, this is your last chance sweetie. If you don’t fold now, you’re going to lose, and you know it.”
Zoe could tell that Mia just wanted to see her naked. It was Liz that suggested it, but Mia was definitely the one that wanted Zoe to get naked for reinforcing the idea. But, Mia could be bluffing, right? She dropped another three cards on the second draw. It had to be a crap hand, unless she just got something amazing. But Zoe has three face cards, not to mention two pairs to start with. She stayed in.
Zoe had one last chance to get that full house on this last draw. She dropped her queen, and in return...another seven. Crap. She looked at Mia, hoping that she would do something, anything, that would show Zoe that her hand was useless. Mia didn’t discard anything. Double crap. She played her hand. Straight. Triple crap.
“You’ve gotta show me what you’ve got, Zoe.” Mia said, more than a little drunkenly. Liz started blushing beet red through her freckled face. She was still in most of her clothing, only her top had been removed. Zoe dropped her measly two-pair hand on the table, hoping that Liz had something worse. But Liz didn’t look so disappointed in her cards anymore. She suddenly beamed, and threw down her flush with a triumphant yell.
“Woo! I actually won one for once!” She cried.
“Yeah, but Zoe is still out.” Mia said.
Zoe slumped back in her chair. Mia was really rubbing it in now. She loved Mia, but god when she gets competitive, especially drunk and competitive… she should teach Mia a lesson. But how? She’d have to stay in the game to do that...unless…
Liz bit her lip in excitement. She’d seen Zoe in towels and in various states of undress before, but they’d all been accidents. She could feel her face flush in anticipation as Zoe stood up, her plain white panties the only article of clothing on her body. But she wasn’t reaching for her hips to pull them down...she was reaching for her breasts?
“Strip these!” Zoe clenched her breasts, feeling the magical link between them and her body sever as she pulled them off of her chest. Without much thought, she turned them around and placed them under Liz’s pair, under her bra. Liz’s eyes went wide in shock.
“Wh...What...WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?” Liz demanded, pointing at the new mounds of flesh on her chest. She could feel them, they felt just like her own breasts, just not as large, C cup compared to her D’s. She could feel the cold air of the air conditioning, the bob from gravity as she reeled back in the chair.
“I thought you said you’d come up with something not ridiculous!” Mia yelled in surprise
“We never actually agreed on what ‘strip’ actually meant, so I stripped my boobs!” Zoe said, rather drunkenly.
“Liz didn’t know that!”
“Oh geez, you’re right”
Zoe reached forward and grabbed the breasts that had been transplanted onto Liz. Liz yelped a little as she felt Zoe’s nails dig into the base of her additional breasts, and a tug. But they didn’t want to come off. Liz whimpered as Zoe pulled harder.
“Uhm, Mia?” Zoe asked. “These don’t want to come off.”
“What? You weren’t sure that this would work before you tried it?”
“I guess not. Maybe, uhm…”
Zoe thought for a second, then detached her left arm, placing it on Liz, beside her new lower breasts.
WIth a sharp snap feeling, Like a piece of lego being assembled, Liz could feel everything in her new arm. The nerves, the fingers flexed when she wanted them too. It was fully responsive. Zoe also tried to pull this arm off too, but it wouldn't budge.
“That was your solution?” Mia asked Zoe.
“I mean, it was a start, right?”
“I’m going to go get the wand, wait here.”
Zoe sat next to Liz, and wrapped her right arm around her. “So, I bet you’re wondering what happened.”
“You can say that again” Liz replied.
“Well, I uh, bought a magic wand, and it’s uhm, actually magical. We’re like, modular bodies now!” Zoe popped her nose off and on for emphasis. “We thought it would be fun to show you!”
“And this is how you do it?”
“The wine was talking.”
Mia returned with the wand and the spellbook. She was flipping between the pages: “It doesn’t say anything about attaching body parts to non...uh...modular people. So I’m going through counterspells, which isn’t apparently a real section. Just a statement about return policies.”
“Uh huh.” Liz said. So, uhm, any ideas on how we can change me back?
Mia shook her head, “Not unless we buy the second part of the book, which is ridiculously expensive.”
“What if we just make her modular?” Zoe asked. “Then she could just pull it off herself.”
Liz gave her a strange stare. “Y’know, that might actually work.”
“Wanna try it?” Asked Mia.
“Sure, if it’s what you two think will work.”
Mia raised the wand to Liz, then chanted: “BALTHALAZ NI NOR KURANACH!” Liz could feel the same nerve-ending tingle that she felt when she attached Zoe’s arm, but flowing throughout her body from the point of the wand. Eventually, the tingles reached her head, and she slumped down into the couch. Waking from her trance, she didn’t feel any different. Mia and Zoe stood over her, as if waiting for something to happen.
“Well, did it work?” Asked Liz.
“Well, let’s see.” Said Zoe as she pulled the transplanted arm off of Liz with a soft ‘pop.’ Soon it was reattached to its owner’s body.
“This is...incredible!” Liz said, standing up. “What else can you do with it?”
“Pretty much anything that is part of your body can be moved around, so you can do something like this!” Zoe said as she reached into her panties, and detached her head, holding it above her.
Liz did the same, grabbing by her neck and lifting her head up. She could no longer feel a direct connection between her head and her body, but it seemed that when she wanted to lower her head back down, her body obeyed.
“We still haven’t really figured that one out, I think it has something to do with a full body and no head, because if you pull everything off, nothing responds.” Mia said.
“But can we switch heads?
“Mhmm!” Zoe said as she detached Liz’s head and replaced it with her own. Liz suddenly couldn’t control or feel anything below the neck, as Zoe lifted her head up with her original arms. Zoe’s skin tone mildy contrasted Liz’ pale, freckly skin slightly where the joinment was, but other than that, it appeared as smooth skin. Zoe deposited Liz’s head on Zoe’s neck, and with a sharp click, Liz could feel everything in Zoe’s body, with the exception of her breasts, which rested on Liz’s original body. She could feel how lithe Zoe was, compared to her chubbier frame. Zoe made a ‘tada’ gesture with her new body. “See? Endless possibilities!” She grabbed the wand again, and with a mischievous smile, said:
“Now, let’s get the *real* strip poker going."