This choice: Stay inside this new body to blackmail her • Go Back...Chapter #6Stay inside this new body to blackmail her by: Unknown You grope inside your back pocket to grab your new phone and open it into camera mode and you begin recording.
"Chloroform worked like a charm," you whisper into the microphone. "Now it's time to have some fun".
You place the phone down on the coffee table, using a cushion from the couch as a stand.
Aelita's neighbour was a very pretty woman with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. Her face was soft and her eyes a deep blue. Her large eyebrows, small nose and shapely lips were calm and welcoming.
Her sports top hugged her figure down from her skinny neck to her hourglass waistline. Her breasts were even larger than Aelita's and your mom's but you could feel that that effect was partly due to her supportive sports bra underneath which also seemed to draw all fat from her waist, which, in turn, was so small that Aelita could have wrapped an arm around the whole thing. Her arms and legs though, were long and muscular particularly her impressive thighs, covered only by the shortest pair of shorts you had ever known, easily three times the width of Aelita's arm. Her skin coloured a healthy tan.
You pose Aelita on the couch with her legs spread wider than ever before and draw her eyes closed and her mouth into a smile. As you do this you pull aside her hair and whisper in her ear, "please, if you're still... forgive me".
You position yourself behind the phone and giggle strangely, "our little secret, eh."
You proceed to moan orgasmically from behind the phone and into its microphone, feeling your new panties slightly dampen after a few seconds. You end the recording, pick up the phone and snog Aelita's lifeless body.
Aelita's neighbour instantly woke up.
She stood up to a height towering over Aelita but the same as that of Samuel. "What the hell?! I'm going to call the police!"
"Ooh..." you coo, "so you don't remember..."
You snatch the phone and play back the recording.
"This," you hiss.
Your, Aelita's neighbour widens her eyes. "No... no, that's not me..."
"It's not," you say, "it's me; it was all me. But nobody will know that from this. Of course... nobody will know anything at all about any of it if you tell me exactly what the hell is wrong with me!"
"What your heart disease. Only my husband knew anything about that, I swear. He was worried you would have a heart attack and told me that you would stay in bed for the next few weeks."
"Liar!" you scream.
"No!"
A sudden warmth erupts in your chest. The woman grimaces suddenly and then tries to walk away.
You yank out the sharp object embedded in your chest and use it to stab the neighbour over and over and over again, not caring where or how hard.
Fluid slowly emerges from where your bra meets the top of your midriff, staining the pink fabric dark red. Your neighbour stabbed Aelita in the heart with her car keys.
But something was wrong. It was simply momentum dragging the liquid down, your heart wasn't beating, it never was.
Aelita was a zombie.
Finally the neighbour stops struggling and your nipples are hardened with arousal. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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