CBD: Limbless in the lounge
#3 of Custom Body Designs
Another tail of our dragon friend. This time the experimentation is something less severe and more sever (is that how you spell those?)
It all started with an illusion act (well, even those skilled in magic need a break from the predictable). It was a good idea, and very well executed. The assistant was strapped down securely and a thin metal disk was supposedly placed through their thigh, without physically or magically doing it of course. The result? Their limb was spun about the "incision". Of course, the dummy limb did not move quite as well as a real one would, but it was enough. It gave me a goal. A chance to try something I hadn't before. A chance to research and possibly attract far more clients of my own taste.
It took a while to work out exactly how to weave the spell needed. The elements were all there (bags able to hold far more inside than would fit on the outside, preservation over distance, transportation portals) it was just a matter of combining them correctly. Eventually I was confident I could get the result needed.
Of course, I tried it out on certain easy-to-replace objects before going for the true test. The disk portal was able to be pushed through a shrub's stem and the shrub could be moved anywhere desired away from the root and stump without perishing. This proved the sap could flow, allowing for living objects to be truncated or displaced without stopping the necessary transference between the component parts.
The next step was durability and flexibility. I used one of my servants, "removing" a foot and adding a prosthetic. It was certainly a site to see the upturned foot on the mantle moving to match each step they were taking.
Confident of the safety of the displacement-disk, I took the next step: Live testing.
Like a true scientist, that meant self-experimentation.
I had it worked out. The rune casting was simplified by drawing around the section to be cut. Once activated, the rune circle would penetrate anything within it to leave a perfect fit. All that was needed then was some mercurial silver to allow the rune circle to split into two disks. Of course, the silver could also be easily bound to any smooth metallic surface.
Runes drawn, I proceeded to my new "play lounge". It was... well, it was a slight embarrassment. A place for me to be incapacitated. Vulnerable. Something... not quite acceptable. Something I craved.
I had it all worked out, of course. No one would be disturbing me in this room; it was far too warded for that. And I did have servants inside if I required help.
I lay down on the large ottoman, limbs dangling over the edge, and completed the casting. I felt... nothing.
Reaching for the mercurial silver I did notice the runes glowing, faintly. Pouring some over the band on my thigh caused... again, not really a sensation. My foot remained perfectly where it should be and where I thought it was. Worried, I attempted to spin it with my hands. And it moved.
This is where it will get hard to describe. I was convinced my leg was floating upwards away from me, unless I looked at it. Of course, being "upside-down" it did feel like it was moving up and away from me, rather than down to the floor. I did the same to the other leg, being very confused by the feeling. Twisting them back to normal to stand up, I tried rotating them while upright. Without my tail for balance I certainly would have fallen, the sensation... being drunk, or dizzy, or just - somehow - in your body the wrong way. It was time to try more.
Getting my legs detached was easy, small sheets of gold (why not use gold, when you have so much of it?) doing the job. I placed them stump to stump, forming a Z shape. Placing them inside treadmill (if you even had a pet capybara, this would be their dream toy) I was even able to get them to run together... after nearly 20 minutes of working out how I was supposed to move my legs. The appearance, two legs joined where the hip should be on each one circling each other, was obscenely funny.
My tail took a bit more effort. I had worked the runes as close to the base as I could, but there was still an uncomfortable stump left. I managed to get it upright so it could "wag" or flop around like some underworld monsters appendage.
Using my arms, I was able to get back to (and on) the ottoman with some effort. Then I removed them. Lying on my back, not thoroughly disassembled, I let my arms roam around the room, dragging themselves along. One eventually found my tail and tried to climb it. Failing that, I bent my tail and tried to grab the tip, but kept missing. Unable to see why, I tried using my other arm to lift my head up to get a view. My arm passed through my entire body - again, the sensations were bizarre. Even realizing why I thought that I tried again, the feeling so alien. Imagine waking up with a pillow above your eyes and not being able to reach it despite your arms moving as you want them to.
These sensations caused stirrings within me. Sating them was not something I had prepared for, but suddenly I had to know.
With arms re-attached (with the aid of a servant since waiting was not an option) I was able to draw another rune band around my neck. I quickly separated my head from shoulders, and lost any sense of direction or balance. Every limb automatically wigged out, trying to keep me from falling. Of course, this had no effect except to topple my tail on its side, cause my legs to fall out of their wheel and flail on the ground, and my hands grabbed nothing as they flailed towards the ceiling from on top of the ottoman. I could see my torso quiver and flex, barely able to move in any meaningful way, by looking down. My head had come to rest balanced on snout and horns upside-down. The pleasantries of breathing carpet were soon overcome and I used my arms to reach towards my head and grasp it. Eyes closed to stop my fingers gouging myself, I had to completely ignore my sense of balance as I maneuvered my head onto my chest. Feeling with my hands to make sure my chin was in the right place (and trying to ignore the sensation of rubbing my own neck) I opened my eyes. There in front of me was the prize I had worked towards. I pushed my head further down, onto my shaft, tongue flicking out instinctively to taste. It felt...
Well, to be honest it felt slightly bad or terribly overwhelming. I was not an expert on pleasuring a male (at least, not one that wanted to use my mouth) and the sensations I was inducing in myself were half wonderful and half repulsive. After a few minutes of willful endeavor, I had flagged to something unworkable. I resigned myself to not having each wish fulfilled. Progress is still progress of course. We cannot have everything we dream of.
Limbs back to normal, body re-assembled (and urges relieved with a rather tight passage from a certain mousey servant) I decided there was some more advertising to do. A reversible, temporary session like the one I had enjoyed would go down with a large number of curious but not dedicated clientele. As well as those who could not afford something more permanent, of course.
Within a week I had refined my idea. I had crafted a perfectly fit... well, I guess the best description would be a belt with cup and underwear attachment. It fit against my body profile as close as possible, and it removed the entirety of my tail thanks to a band held within. Of course, for daily ease and convenience, another band was situated just inside my cheeks with a third held just outside my slit. No need to move when nature called when out with friends. And no need to find a chair that could support a rather thick, long, tail.