Headless photoshoot

Alyssa followed Anya to a secluded part of a nearby beach, where the two of them began to set up for the photoshoot. Their was a blonde woman (also topless) with Anya who had a private conversation with her for a few moments before she walked over to a nearby swimsuit stand.

"Who was that?" Alyssa asked.

"Her name is Bishop. She runs the place."

"What, like the whole resort?"

"That's the one."

Alyssa suddenly felt very out of her element and under a lot of pressure to impress the head of the resort. However, she did have to marvel at her luck. This was perhaps the best promotion she could possibly give the test. If Bishop caught on, the restraints would catch on like wildfire.

Bishop returned with a pile of different swimsuits. She explained that Alyssa could model whichever ones she wanted, and keep them.

"Oh gosh, that's too kind, thank you."

Bishop nodded. "Well, I hear that you are being made to promote this new tech from the labs, so I might as well help you along with the process."

Alyssa started to look through the pile of swimsuits.

Bishop continued. "In fact, I am rather interested already. If you can document the process and get a detailed plan to me on how the restraints would work logistically and what the erotic benefits are, I will see to it that the tech is mass distributed across the resort and that you are heavily compensated for your time. Be creative. I'm eager to see what you do."

Alyssa blushed. "That sounds like a lot of pressure."

"Don't think of it as a challenge. I'm just interested in what you're doing, that's all. Now, are we going to take some photos?"

Alyssa nodded. She set out a few swimsuits that she wanted to wear and left her head next to them. She began to walk down the beach.

"Hang on," Bishop said. "Do the rings only remove your limbs or do they completely vanish them too?"

"Oh, they uh, do completely remove them," Alyssa replied.

"Well in that case, I'd like to see how you pose yourself without any visual guide. If you're comfortable with that?"

Alyssa bit her teeth. She felt herself getting hot between the legs. "Uh...sure. I can do that."

"We can then help get you changed into the different suits. We might even change location. How does that sound?"

Alyssa walked back to her head and picked it up. "That sounds great."

Anya had finished fiddling with her camera and held it up. "All set on my end!"

After taking a deep breath, Alyssa placed her head back on top of her neck, rotated the ring back to the fixed position, and then kept rotating it. Her head vanished, and Alyssa's senses went silent. She stood silently for a few moments, trying to realign herself, and then remembered what she was doing. She took a few steps back, and struck a pose. Then another. Then another. She wasn't sure how long Anya wanted between photos, so she had to guess. She sat down on the sand and reached a hand up to her neck stump. Then her other one on her crotch. Held that pose. Then lay on her front and struck a more sultry pose.

After a few minutes of striking poses, Alyssa felt Bishop's hand on her shoulder, and she jumped. Bishop caught her and helped her stand. She led Alyssa back over to the pile of swimsuits, and untied her bikini bottom. Alyssa tried to cover herself, but Bishop manhandled her to get her into the next swimsuit, a pink one piece. She then led Alyssa back to the same spot for her to do another batch of poses.

Two more swimsuits later, the second being just a white bikini bottom, Alyssa was led by the hand to another location in the resort. Her only guide for where she was going was the wind on her body and the feel of the ground beneath her feet.

The next location was a swimming hole with lots of foliage. A very picturesque location. Alyssa spent some time climbing over rocks in her high heels to get into various positions. A couple more swimsuits and poses later, they headed off to another location. At this point, Alyssa had grown quite comfortable with the arrangement, and decided that she was going to take things up a notch at the location. As she changed into a red bikini bottom, she tossed up an idea in her head. As she sat down on the beach, she reached her hands up to her waist and gripped the metal ring around it. She had only used this one before to separate herself in half, but what would happen if...?

Alyssa twisted the ring and her entire top half vanished. She immediately lost all sense of touch above her hips and her grip on the ring vanished into the void. She immediately felt trapped, and realized that she had screwed herself over, unable to rotate the ring back to normal. She tried to panic, but now that she was just a pair of legs and a skimpy bikini bottom, nothing much happened. Bishop and Anya ate it up, and took photos in rapid fire, before removing the bikini entirely and getting closer shots of the fully naked lower body. As Alyssa kept tying to find some way to return herself to normal (maybe she could use her feet to rotate the ring?) she felt her mind slowly getting foggier and foggier. It was getting harder to concentrate on anything except her base desire. And the most puzzling thing was that Alyssa's base desire was telling her that she felt good like this. There was even a voice in her head telling her to go further.

It was a good thing that Alyssa didn't have any arms, as she would have started to masturbate herself. She struggled around for a few more minutes, and eventually started to forget all about her predicament.

Just before that thought could go any further, Bishop took some initiative and turned the ring back herself, restoring Alyssa's body, minus her head, which was still gone. This shocked Alyssa, who had forgotten all about arms and breasts and hands. She sat a while trying to remember how to use them.

Not that it did much good. Bishop had brought Alyssa back only to try out something else. The waist ring was briefly moved and flipped over before being placed back and spun, removing Alyssa's bottom half this time. Her arms soon followed, reducing Alyssa to what was essentially a pair of breasts squirming helplessly on the sand.

Alyssa panicked again, having been reduced without her consent, but the fogginess from earlier returned, stronger this time. She liked being like this. This was a nice form. There was still some part of her mind that was telling her that there was a problem, but it was overwhelmingly the minority. Alyssa squirmed about happily until she restored a few minutes later, full body including head. She lay on the sand puffing and panting until she remembered how to stand up and dress herself.

It took a while for Alyssa's verbal functions to come back, as she was only making incoherent mumbling sounds. The first thing she did say when she was able to was "How was that?"

"Amazing stuff!" Anya beamed. "Sorry about that last bit, Bishop was just getting a bit handsy and jumped the gun."

"Apologies if you are uncomfortable. I did not intend for you to stay like that."

"No its fine," Alyssa replied. "In fact, that actually felt kind of good. Can I have a look at the photos?"

Anya nodded, and sat down next to Alyssa, where the two of them scrolled through the photos. The final few of her where she was fully reduced immediately sent Alyssa into a shambles. Was that really her? Why did she look kind of good like that? Were her breasts really that good?

Bishop tapped Alyssa on the shoulder, which made her jump. "Mind if I follow you back to the lab? I'd like to have a word with Loretta and Mark."

"Oh uh, sure. Yeah!"

Anya thanked Alyssa profusely for the photos and went back to doing whatever it was she was doing before she'd bumped into Alyssa. Bishop, meanwhile, followed back to the lab. Alyssa was positively buzzing. The experience had been truly thrilling, the photo shoot had made her feel something she'd never felt before.