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Rated: 13+ · Interactive · Erotica · #1886205
All 3 "TTIW" stories, rolled into one! Also with new scenarios, and good old chapters!
This choice: Jessica's "Little Mermaid"-print one-piece swimsuit (she's 5)  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Under the Seams! Under the Seams!

    by: Unknown
You don't open your eyes because there's no eyelids to open. Rather, your vision pops out of nowhere and remains fixated on a point ahead of you, which is the chair you had been sitting in seconds before. You stare at it underneath the arm of the other chair, hovering above you like a doorway, and so assume you're now sitting in the second chair. Mom had placed an object there, though you can't remember what. An attempt to speak aloud (you think of saying, "Jesus! The hell?" and some other expletives) hits a dead-end when you discover you're missing all orifices and organs necessary for speech. Shortly after, you notice there's no limbs to move either; your body winds upon itself: joining in the back, weaving over in two strips, then wrapping up from beneath in a comforting curve. If you feel any sensation, lacking nerves and skin, it's looseness and intimidation. The world intimidates you now; it's so massive, even when limited to your stuffy living room.

Also, you can't seem to get the song "Under the Sea" out of your head.

"Brilliant!" A hand scoops you up from behind; you expect a rush of vertigo and vomit but you only feel weightless. Your "body" whips against the momentum. Someone dangles you four feet above the carpet, which looks dangerous from your height, with your stature. "The transfer was a success. The soul of a human can be placed in something as lifeless as... a piece of fabric!"

Even before you're flipped around to face her large, laughing face, you recognize your mom's voice and assume only the worst. She'd wanted to win a Nobel Peace Prize since high school, even while her wacky inventions made her look less like Edison or Tesla and more like a drunk, incompetent Rube Goldberg. She kept trying throughout the years, testing some devices on you (one changed your hair green for a whole month) but the habit died down and you prayed she'd abandoned her wayward dreams for good. Now you know: Never assume your crazy mom's stopped being crazy.

"I can feel the nylon brimming with vitality!" She giggles like a child. "I wonder if I can make your thoughts audible... Or what'll happen once you're hugging Jessica's body! Ooh, the possibilities!"
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