You loudly gulped, watching closely as Chelsey turned her back to you. Well... Chelsey's body. Bridget, that chubby goth girl, was the one in control. And, sure enough, as you pulled the sticky note off of Chelsey's back, her body started to spasm and shake, random bulges appearing and disappearing all over her body. Then, as the last bit of sticky note was removed, Chelsey let out a loud gasp and fell to her knees. A gurgling sound filled the basement as Chelsey continued to convulse before, with a loud "PLOP!" sound, Bridget's thicc body shot out of Chelsey's back, landing on unsteady knee-high boots as she did.
"Dammit..." Chelsey croaked, shooting a glare at everyone in the basement before she stood up straight, a dribble of drool on her chin. "Who was... Ben?" She asked, staring at the freshly-peeled sticky note in your hand. "I... how did you sneak behind me?"
"He didn't. Bridget wanted to 'demonstrate' how they worked." Hela chimed in, chuckling as Chelsey shot her a wide-eyed look. "And now... Ben's gonna take a turn, isn't that right? Decide on-" Hela started, before you slapped the sticker on a bit of exposed skin just above Bridget's plump rump, causing the dolphin shorts-clad ass to ripple from the impact. Before anyone could offer any advice or complaint, you simply followed what you'd seen and "jumped" forward into Bridget.
Everything was... blurry for a minute. Your eyes practically blinked themselves as you took breath after breath, your lungs not feeling quite right. Actually... nothing did. Especially in... a... certain... area...
"IT'S GONE!" You screamed, grasping at the space between your... suddenly plump, pale thighs, wrapped in fishnet leggings. You could feel your face grow hot as, with every little movement you did, the two hefty, soft mounds beneath "your" sweater would jiggle and bounce seemingly of their own accord. The choker around "your" neck felt tight as you felt your heart race, your groin tingling as an unfamiliar moistness built up in and around it.
"Bridget's libido is insane, by the way." Hela chuckled, snapping you out of your... exploration. "Whenever I'm in her, all I can think is 'sex, sex, sex' all the time. So... good luck with that, Ben."
"Why didn't..." You started to ask, before gripping your throat at the relatively high-pitched and whiny-sounding voice that you had.
"Want me to help?" Chelsey asked, a mischievous glint in her eye as she cracked her knuckles. "Bridget could use a bit of payback for taking me over like that, right?" She snickered, licking her lips in a way that made the pit of your stomach throb...
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