Chapter #6Hide Samuel's body by: Unknown *
Aware of how your new body handled the weight of your boobs, you carefully descend the stairs, turning your feet sideways as you tread down her steep narrow staircase.
The foreign jiggling and the way that your turned out legs expose your... panties to the cold only make you feel more uncomfortable.
You reach the ground floor and strut your way to where Samuel's body had one been.
It's gone... missing...
Your own body was missing. What if a ghost was inside, embarassing you... even Aelita could make a mess if somehow she was caught up in your body.
You no longer care about Aelita's body, not even proud that you resisted the urge to feel yourself up, nor able to care for any of that nor about her friends on their way. You panic. You need to find your body and resolve this.
With no idea of how much time had passed, Samuel's body could be anywhere, doing anything. There was no time to lose. Not to put on a coat nor a pair of shoes. If someone sees you, you could alter their memories. The unease is forcing you out, in Aelita's body, in her bra and panties, into the coldness outside.
You open the door and call out, "Samuel!"
No response.
What the hell.
You charge out, determined. Aelita's neighbour storms over to you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in those. You're not allowed to see Samuel anymore, my husband said it would be bad for your heart."
Frustration. Stupid cow. You try to possess her, change her memories.
Panic sets in as the twenty-something fitness fanatic advances on you.
Drool flows from your mouth, continuing down your chin as you focus.
She reaches her hand out towards you and, terrified, you lunge forward and snog her, forcing drool down the angry woman's throat as you wrap your legs around her waist.
Losing control you thrust out your hand firmly onto Aelita's breast and push against her tit, forcing her legs off of your newer, hotter body.
Just as you are about to enjoy the body of your new host and consider how she might be able to affect this predicament of Becky and Ruby arriving, you notice Aelita lying motionless on the street in her bra and panties, the door to her house wide open.
Too motionless.
You check Aelita's pulse out of curiosity. Nothing. It's dead. She's dead.
Aelita's dead.
You try to think but an overwhelming voice in your head compels you to take her back into her own home.
You leave her on the couch, no longer worried about Samuel, your old image.
Your mind clears and the goal is clear. This woman knows something. Using Aelita's body you could try and get it out of her.
But the doorbell rings.
At great speed, taking full advantage of your host's athletic form, you rush up the stairs and tap out a message to Becky, which you forward to Ruby: "Can't come down right now - need to sort stuff out"
You need Aelita dressed so you hurriedly pick out a tank top and miniskirt from her drawers, sluttiness didn't matter with her two best friends. You dress Aelita with the familiar sensation of handling her fragile limbs. With her skirt zipped up, Aelita looked stunning, as usual.
Their was very little time so you need to quickly decide whether to repossess Aelita and assume the woman would faint or die, or try to find a creative way to use this woman to deter your visitors.*
Aware of how your new body handled the weight of your boobs, you carefully descend the stairs, turning your feet sideways as you tread down her steep narrow staircase.
The foreign jiggling and the way that your turned out legs expose your... panties to the cold only make you feel more uncomfortable.
You reach the ground floor and strut your way to where Samuel's body had one been.
It's gone... missing...
Your own body was missing. What if a ghost was inside, embarassing you... even Aelita could make a mess if somehow she was caught up in your body.
You no longer care about Aelita's body, not even proud that you resisted the urge to feel yourself up, nor able to care for any of that nor about her friends on their way. You panic. You need to find your body and resolve this.
With no idea of how much time had passed, Samuel's body could be anywhere, doing anything. There was no time to lose. Not to put on a coat nor a pair of shoes. If someone sees you, you could alter their memories. The unease is forcing you out, in Aelita's body, in her bra and panties, into the coldness outside.
You open the door and call out, "Samuel!"
No response.
What the hell.
You charge out, determined. Aelita's neighbour storms over to you.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in those. You're not allowed to see Samuel anymore, my husband said it would be bad for your heart."
Frustration. Stupid cow. You try to possess her, change her memories.
Panic sets in as the twenty-something fitness fanatic advances on you.
Drool flows from your mouth, continuing down your chin as you focus.
She reaches her hand out towards you and, terrified, you lunge forward and snog her, forcing drool down the angry woman's throat as you wrap your legs around her waist.
Losing control you thrust out your hand firmly onto Aelita's breast and push against her tit, forcing her legs off of your newer, hotter body.
Just as you are about to enjoy the body of your new host and consider how she might be able to affect this predicament of Becky and Ruby arriving, you notice Aelita lying motionless on the street in her bra and panties, the door to her house wide open.
Too motionless.
You check Aelita's pulse out of curiosity. Nothing. It's dead. She's dead.
Aelita's dead.
You try to think but an overwhelming voice in your head compels you to take her back into her own home.
You leave her on the couch, no longer worried about Samuel, your old image.
Your mind clears and the goal is clear. This woman knows something. Using Aelita's body you could try and get it out of her.
But the doorbell rings.
At great speed, taking full advantage of your host's athletic form, you rush up the stairs and tap out a message to Becky, which you forward to Ruby: "Can't come down right now - need to sort stuff out"
You need Aelita dressed so you hurriedly pick out a tank top and miniskirt from her drawers, sluttiness didn't matter with her two best friends. You dress Aelita with the familiar sensation of handling her fragile limbs. With her skirt zipped up, Aelita looked stunning, as usual.
Their was very little time so you need to quickly decide whether to repossess Aelita and assume the woman would faint or die, or try to find a creative way to use this woman to deter your visitors.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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