You pause for a moment to ponder her suggestions, then say, somewhat meekly and apprehensively, "I trust you." Holsten smiles broadly and nods in bubbly anticipation, "So is that a yes? I...I can use your body?" "Yes, you can use me, just as long as you promise to let me remember and don't do anything I wouldn't do," you say. She nods profusely, "Sure, sure, Tim, I want you to know that I'm very happy that you trust me, and I'd never abuse that trust." "Thank you for caring so much about helping me," you respond.
She composes herself and begins to explain to you, "Ok, so here's how this will work: I will enter your body, and you'll know you're possessed, but as long as I'm in you you'll be in a sort of haze, and I don't think you'll know it's me; you'll just know that you aren't controlling your own actions. But it won't be scary or anything, you'll be like a passive observer; is that all right?" "Yeah," you respond, "I guess."
"Ok," she says, seeming very excited and happy, and makes her way quickly, hips swaying and boobs bouncing, around the desk. "Just stay in the chair and try to relax," she instructs you. She gets just a few inches in front of you; she then turns around, giving you a wonderful view of her luscious ass, then she sits in your lap. You quickly feel yourself getting VERY excited, then she very quickly starts to sink into your body. Without even thinking about it, you start to tense up, your muscles beginning to jerk and spasm and she sinks into you and merges with your body. "Don't be afraid," she says soothingly, feeling your tension and your jerky movements. Then it all stops, and your head drops downward, as if you were groggy or passed out.
You feel different, not really sure where you are, but with a sort of vague and distant vision of the room you're in, but you can't move. It's like you'e been drugged or something. You feel yourself slowly and weakly stand, sure only that you're not the one doing it. You feel your hands come up and your head turn to look down at them, then your hands move themselves around a little, feeling your body...your torso, your arms...then quickly to your groin region, but then you feel your hands go straight to your sides and your head turn to a bit of small mirror. Then you watch yourself kind of marvel and say "It worked...I've never been a young man before." You turn to the still-unconscious gelatinous figure of Mr. White and say, "Thanks for the lift, fatty." Then you turn and walk slowly from the office.
You spend the next 20 minutes or so walking home, watching the trees and birds and people through the haze that clouds your vision, a passive prisoner in your own body. Eventually coming to your house and feel yourself open the door and step inside. You know it will be a little bit before your mom got home from picking up Clair and until Heather got home from vollyball practice. You climb the stais slowly and make your way to your room, closing the door behind you.
Then what?
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
