Pulling the car into the dark alley, you recline the seat so you won't wake with any aches or pains. Smirking to yourself, you imagine how the next possession will feel.
Feeling the weighlessness grip you, you float up and out your body. Transitioning through the wall, you find yourself backstage at the arena. Navigation is tricky with being disembodied, but as you focus, you find you can will yourself to move in a certain direction.
It does take your concentration, as you find yourself drifting off when you lose that focus. Some subconscious desires seizing control.
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It's hard to be sure, if it was a conscious choice, or your subconscious guiding you. You drift through a wall, and find yourself in a locker room... a womens locker room. Your eyes boggle as you take in the succulent flesh on display, and so relaxed too.
There's a tug, as someone passes through your ethereal form. The pull of the physical ripping you from the disembodied form. You sink back, to feel the weight of your new body. Immediately the differences are almost painfully apparent. As you feel the thicc ass behind you, and the frustrating, teasing sensation of the thong back of your outfit.
"Wow..." you purr, feeling the soft ass cheeks you now possess. Even your voice sounds like honey, slick and sexual. Every word a purring, cock-stiffening invitation. It's wonderfully powerful, and erotic. You know this body can lead anyone astray. Hell! Even now, you feel the siren seduction of your own body, the blood pounding in your veins, it's almost deafening, the hormones rushing through your body. Your heat, your hunger, your agitation and eagerness building moment by moment.
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