While Angelique gets to sleep snugly in bed, you don’t allow her mother that luxury. She stays on the sofa as you experiment with your newfound power, coughing out little bits of yourself out at a timeIt’s initially very disorienting to juggle even more viewpoints, but with experience moving two human bodies things progress quickly. When all is said and done, though, you’ve got a far better grasp on your limits than before. It apparently only takes a bit of yourself to fully control a human, With the stuff you have inside Dominique you can spread to about 16 more people. (In Angelique, you find an additional pair of worms that you can loose without losing control of her). It’s around 3 AM that you feel comfortable enough controlling your bits enough to head to bed. You send a worm scuttling under Monique’s door as you pass it.
Once you’ve slipped under the sheets, you slip a worm up your husband’s nose as well, as a precaution. You’ve no plans to keep anyone but Monique and perhaps her mother for an extended period, but as long as you’re here it’s better to be safe than sorry. Mr. and Mrs. Travers gaze into each other’s eyes, and then smile. You’ve done pretty well, all things considered. Why not treat yourself?
You run a hand over your husband’s underwear, stroking the throbbing warmth beneath; as pretty as Monique is she doesn’t compare to her mother, whom is obviously the source of her good looks. The prospect of such attractive hosts, all under your command, has you aroused, and you quickly move to straddle him. You place your hands on her hips as she grips your shoulders and you bring yourselves into a deep kiss. Having to operate both sides of the kiss is a bit tricky, but also means your feelings are magnified. You waste no time setting the man to pumping himself inside his woman. With direct control over both of them and intimate knowledge of one, it’s easy enough for you to get them into a state of feverish arousal. In no time flat you’ve brought them to a satisfying –though not perfect, as you’ve only just gotten control of Mr. Travers--climax. (You also accidentally fire your worm from Mr. Travers during climax, but quickly bring him back under your thrall with a kiss from his wife.) You bask in the afterglow with kisses and cuddles and nuzzles until it dies down. Then you put them both to sleep.
=====
Sunday proves to be very fun, as not only are you effortlessly scampering around the house as Angelique would, you’re rolling your eyes as Monique sometimes does, chiding your daughters as Mrs. Travers would, and enjoying the chaos from a relative distance like Mr. Travers would. Everyone in the Travers household tends to take Sundays off, and because they aren’t a religious family they don’t have any obligations that eat up part of their day.
Eventually your two younger bodies end up in Monique’s room, doing each other’s nails while your parents have a romantic afternoon away from the house. You never once thought about or wanted to do such a girly activity before the accident, but now that your hosts are mostly women, whatever awkwardness you do feel is negligible in the face of being “in character”.
“Ewwww, it’s so slimy,” you say as you watch the blue worm crawl along your arm. “It feels kinda gross.”
“Then hand it over,” you reply, and hold your hand out.
“No, it’s mine!” you squeal, squirming away from Monique’s grasp.
“Don’t be a brat,” you scoff, and return to your previous task of lightly brushing your sister’s toenails. “It’s not like you’ll have it for much longer. And stop moving, you’ll mess me up.”
“Awww, how come?” your sister pouts, crossing her arms. As expected from a prepubescent girl as adorable as Angelique, she can pull of the “petulant child” look very well. “I thought we were having fun together?”
“I’m having a blast. I never thought I’d get to do this 'quality sister time' stuff. Maybe this is what it's like for Mary and Joanna.” You tickle the bottom of Angelique’s feet; you giggle at the playful assault, and kick at your sister lightly. “I’ve got some more grown-up things I wanna do, though. Being a kid again is fun and all, but I’d rather not repeat elementary school.
“Then what are you going to do?” You cock Angelique’s head inquisitively. “Are you gonna take over your boyfriend?”
It’s definitely your first choice of action; as attractive a host as Monique is individually, her usefulness also comes in the fact that she is dating senior heartthrob Jonathan Straussler, whose family also happens to be obscenely wealthy.
“You could be super popular!” Angelique enthuses. “Be all the pretty girls so you can kiss their cute boyfriends.”
“You’re still too young to be thinking about stuff like that,” you lightly chide, lightly blowing on the nail polish.
You waggle your toes. “You could be all the cute and sexy boys,” you continue.
“Honestly, it’s weirder to hear you say that.” But you still grin at the thought. As David you were always on the outskirts of the school’s social circles; Dana and her friends were the closest you got to being popular, and they themselves were nowhere near the top. As Monique and Jonathan and maybe even Alyssa Randal and her crew, however, you could dominate the school.
=====
After dinner you send the girls upstairs to finish their homework. As a senior who’s long since mastered geometry and fractions, it’s all far below your level, but you let them make a few errors just so it doesn’t look too unusual. In fact, they finish their homework so quickly that Mrs. Travers gives them each ice cream as a reward. However, Monique also gets a special blueberry jelly on the side for her to gobble down at her leisure.
After that you call Jonathan for some light flirting, during which you sweetly ask to carpool with him tomorrow. Of course, he is more than happy to oblige. Then it’s off to the shower, where you take great pleasure in exploring Monique’s comely form, stroking supple breasts and a soft bush, and running your hands over her smooth skin and through her beautiful hair.
=====
You bite your lip, holding back a soft groan as your husband expertly guides himself into you again and again. He knows just where your favorite spots are, and you’re thrusting your hips to meet him and pull him deeper into you. Your breaths mingle as you bring your faces closer together for tender kisses.
You’ve decided to thank the Travers for having you by giving them one last fuck, and since you’ve fully consumed their minds, this time you’re able to bring them both to a explosive, intensely pleasurable climax. Mr. Travers falls against the pillows as you fire a worm into his wife.
You dismount from your husband once the afterglow has worn off, and grab a robe to dress yourself in. Opening the door, you are unsurprised to see Monique standing in her pajamas before you. She holds up an open palm to you without saying anything. You cough up the excess worm and let it drip onto it. “From me to you,” you murmur, and then softly close the door again.
You gulp down the worm before padding over to Angelique’s room to obtain her portion. She’s tucked into bed, and gives you a sour look as you hold your hand under her lips.
“Fine…” she mumbles. "From me to you." She lays her head on her pillow, closes her eyes, and falls still. Soon a small worm slithers out of her small nose and pauses on the edge of her lip. You pluck it from Angelique’s face and slurp it down. You’ve already scrubbed her mind of any odd memories over the past two days, so you turn off the lights behind you without a worry.
You’ve got all your essence –save a single worm- inside Monique by the time you’ve settled down into her bed. You spend the next hour kneading and probing Monique’s most sacred parts until finally bringing her to a warm, thrumming climax. After that, you let her fall into a dreamless asleep.
=====
“Hi Jonathan,” you say brightly as you skip out of the house the next day. You’d woken up early to take another shower so you could scrub yourself until your skin glowed and spend extra time primping and admiring yourself. Monique doesn’t wear any make up, so you had to work to make sure she was flawless. You tried on various hairstyles and outfits until you pulled Monique’s blonde hair into a loose ponytail, and settled on a darling yellow top, a plaid skirt that reached your knees, and boots.
“Hey, Songbird,” he says lazily after he’s finished rolling down the window. You giggle, the part of you inhabiting Monique fully delighting as his gaze runs over you, and hop into the passenger seat of his car.
“Sorry I didn’t come over yesterday, I had some family stuff.”
“Woof. Nothing bad, I hope?”
You shake your head. “No, nothing too bad. In fact, it was very good. Let me make it up to you, though.” And then you lean over, cup his face in your small hand, and put your lips to his. And then you’re kissing, and he’s kissing you back. You slip your tongue into his mouth, and let a worm slide over it. He sags as you sink into him. You rub your nose against his neck and kiss it lovingly as his head leans up against the headrest.
“Consider it made up and more,” you murmur, rubbing you nose against Monique’s affectionately once you’ve got him recovered. You playfully tweak a nipple. “Any more of that you can share with me, babe?”
“From me to you,” you smile, and bring your two bodies into another kiss. This time you use it pump more goo into him.
“And from me to my friends,” you laugh once you’ve broken it off, then wipe his mind of the possession and put him on auto-pilot.
  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author