This choice: "I've got to bounce for now, but I'm super stoked for what comes next!" • Go Back... Charlie took hold of the pipe and blew himself back into his own body. You blanked for a moment, but took control of Tracy again, shaking of the stars after the strange transfer. Your slight friend slowly came to, eyes blinking a few times, before he shakily stood.
"Whew, good!" He said with a bright smile. "Guess we don't have to live together forever, huh?" Charlie joked, visibly relieved. You nodded, returning his bright smile with a similar grin, and a wink.
"Wouldn't have been that bad," you stated in a this time purposefully sultry voice, to knock him off his feet. He did his best to brush it off, but he couldn't help looking at your features several times before shaking his head.
"I wish I could stay and figure out this blowpipe more," he wondered, "but I told my parents I was only going to be over for a little. You know how they get. But I'll be back this weekend, and we'll figure it more about this crazy artifact. So excited!" Charlie did some quick stretches, gave you (as Tracy) a big hug, and went on his way.
He left. You considered everything that happened, and realized that your body was hungry as all get out. All of that emotional energy must have been draining. Then, you remembered you own needs too. You body probably wasn't in stasis, just asleep. You imagined you needed to eat too, and pee. You crossed your current legs uncomfortably, still wearing those tight black booty shorts. You weren't sure you were ready to pee in this body yet, despite how curious you were about all of the inner workings.
Resigning yourself, you pushed the blowpipe up to your full lips, and shot yourself back into your own body.
Shaking off the initial bleariness and dry mouth, you leapt up and jumped to your sisters side, grabbing the blowpipe as she began to stir.
You found yourself downstairs, where your Mom was cooking dinner. She gave you a short smile as you entered, passing you a plate to give yourself some pulled pork. "And veggies!" She insisted.
The evening continued. You finished some homework and played some video games until about 9:30 before getting ready for bed. Neither hide nor hair was seen of Tracy all that evening.
*****
At about eleven in the evening, after laying down to sleep, a small thump was heard in quick succession. You figured someone was moving around downstairs, so you closed your eyes and continued to drift into dreamland. Another thump was heard, and again ignored, as you shifted on your back to see about getting a better angle to sleep in. Then, your restfulness was interrupted by a weight against your hips. Your looked up blearily, to see what was going on.
"Hey... Jake," Tracy whispered, legs wrapped around your hips, pinning the blanket across you. The moonlight illuminated her slender features, and the lacy royal purple nightgown she wore, with a silky red belt across it. You stood motionless, looking up at her with momentary confusion. Slowly, slyly, she undid the belt that held the front of her nightgown in place and let it fall open. Her familiar d-cup breasts dropped slightly from the sudden room to breathe, and a patch of carefully curated bushed rubbed against your cock, with only the covers and thin boxer shorts between them. As her face approached yours, hands on your shoulders, she gave a sweet smile before whispering into your ear. "I want you... to take me," in a voice so positively alluring, the force of your erection made her jump slightly. She returned her gaze to you, and bit the side of your ear. "I'm tired of being the good girl, Jakey. I'm always the good girl. I want to be bad... with you... let me be bad..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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