Feeling guilty about the entire set of circumstances, you quietly take Jillian’s body out to the parking lot and get into her car. You fasten your safety belt and glance into the mirror. Seeing her reflection was bittersweet…you’d wronged her…jumped into her body and controlled her just to save yourself, and that was wrong…no two ways about it. On the other hand, she was, in some sense, with you, and you could not stand the idea of being without her. A single tear runs down you cheek as you turn the car on and head out of the parking lot. You’re not entirely sure where you’re going to go, but you need to get Jillian out of this mess…wasn’t right to involve her in something like this. It wasn’t safe.
You quickly jump onto the highway and head out of town…not far, but far enough. The buildings slowly fade into the distance, and the roads and gravel are replaced by corn and soybeans. A few other cars dot the road as the sun begins to hang low in the sky. Seeing your destination, you get into the right lane and exit, as the heart beating in Jillian’s chest fills with sadness over what you have to do. You pull into a gas station; the parking lot has only a couple cars in it, and a couple more are at the pumps filling up. Parking the car, you step out and look over by the side of the road at a lone structure. It isn’t much, really, just a thin metal frame with some plexi-glass walls just to shield inhabitants from the wind. Seeing one figure inside the structure, you set off in the direction. Buses came through here every few hours, and one ought to be on the way just about now.
You walk up to the tiny bust stop, Jillian’s heals kicking up a bit of gravel in the process. The person sitting on the bench looks up. She’s got red hair. She appears to be about forty years old with a figure beginning to show its age. It’s not that she was fat, but nor was she thin—she had a full body, complete with an impressive set of cleavage and a little pouch in her belly. This is to say nothing of the nice wide set of hips and wonderful backside upon which she sat. The woman had make-up on, but it was smeared about her face as though she had been crying. Giving a slight sniffle, the woman smiled slightly to acknowledge your presence. She stuck out her hand to shake yours, “I’m Rachel,” she said pleasantly. “Jillian; my friends call me Jill,” you answered. “Good to meet you Jill; what brings you here?”
Taking a seat next to Rachel, you paused. “Well,” I sort of hurt the person I care most about in the whole world…didn’t mean to…but….but that’s what I did,” you began, getting teary-eyed, “and it’s probably not safe for me to be here, so I’ve got to be by myself, hence the bus stop,” you answered. Rachel smiled a little. “I have sort of the opposite problem,” she sniffles, “my boyfriend…with a beautiful 25-year-old body and a 12-year-old brain, threw me out of his bed this morning and told me I reminded him of his mother…said I was sick for ever caring about him…that I was good for sex and nothing else.” “That’s a low blow,” you said to comfort her. “Yup…yes it is. I should have known the age difference would end us…just didn’t plan on ending up 43 and loveless, you know?” The two of you sat in silence for a couple minutes.
“Got any family?” you asked. “No,” she answered glumly, “you?” “Yeah…but I’m a danger to them…to her…and I have to be invisible for her to be safe.” Rachel put her arm around you in a little show of support.
“Well the bus will be here soon; last call to use the facilities,” you said, setting your plan in motion. “Indeed,” Rachel answered, getting up and heading to the gas station with you. On the way in, you asked the guy at the desk for a pen and a piece of paper, which you received. Heading over to a table near the window, you sat down and scribbled a note:
“My Dearest Love,
“I’m sorry about what I did to you. I didn’t mean to….really. This whole thing’s a mess. I love you more than I can say, and that’s why I have to disappear…to protect you. I’m not really going away, but you can’t know where I am, so I think this is for the best. I’ll be around to keep you safe, but please don’t look for me.
Be safe,
Mark”
With the letter written, you stepped into the restroom to find Rachel standing at the mirror as tears began to form in your own eyes. Handing her the letter, you said “Um…do…do you think this is..you know…a good letter?” Rachel took it and read it. She too got teary-eyed as she read.
You slowly walked around behind Rachel. As she finished, she said, “Yeah…yeah that’s really nice, but who’s Mark?” Choking back tears yourself, you quietly said, “For now, he’s you.” With that, you wrapped your arms around Rachel’s voluptuous body and willed her into yourself. She kicked and struggled at first, but this became more futile as she merged more and more with you, her body consumed by the blue, viscous goo that constituted your form. Finally, the last of her disappeared inside you. You steadied Jillian’s weakened body against the bathroom sink as you looked at her reflection in the mirror. After what must have been thirty seconds or so, you felt something familiar.
Jill’s form began to crawl…and bubble. It was as though a million little beetles were crawling around inside her. You watched as her hair turned red. Glancing down, you saw her legs, belly, and chest plump up into the fuller, voluptuous features of the woman you’d just absorbed. After a transformation that lasted roughly a minute, Jill was gone. Now wearing Rachel’s body, you slowly bent down and picked up the letter, leaving the gas station.
Once out a good distance from the building, you stepped behind a large tree and began to will Jill out of yourself. Grunting, moaning and bracing Rachel’s body, you felt the liquid moving around in your stomach, which had seemed to expand…almost as if you were pregnant. Your mouth opened to an absurd degree, and Jill’s head popped out. After a few more seconds, the rest of her emerged, unconscious but unharmed. Breathing heavily, you carried her over and set her down gently on the ground. You placed your letter in her pocket and, tears in your eyes, kissed her passionately on the lips.
You then hitchhiked your way back into town, happy Jillian was safe but heartbroken she was not with you.
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