It'd been agonizing, really. Waiting for what felt like forever, you'd waited and waited inside Scarlett, hoping no one would discover you. Scarlett was an absolute idiot, and one who'd won a free vacation on Gilligan's Island. All it took was taunting her over and over for the better part of a day before she got fed up, grabbed you by the shoulders, and opened her maw. Getting vored was never comfortable, by any means, but the worst part was just waiting in her stomach, resisting any of her brief attempts at digestion before she gave up.
You couldn't risk taking control, you'd heard plenty of rumors about the famous Gilligan's Island hopper detectors. Apparently, they had them set up everywhere. On the entrance to the ferry, in nearly every doorway on the ferry, on the dock, you name it. But... Michelle Gilligan was overconfident. It'd be IMPOSSIBLE for a hopper to resist digestion that entire time, using a vore user's body as a sort of shroud to sneak in. And, apparently, the last detector was on the dock on the island. Meaning, hypothetically, if someone were to be vored before getting to the ferry, ride the ferry, and then arrive at the island, all without being digested or snitched on... you were home free. And, as the voice of Scarlett sighing echoed around you as she plopped down on her hotel's bed, you grew confident enough to come out of hiding.
Scarlett's voice echoed around you as, after what felt like weeks, you started to squirm within her. You could feel her body tense up as you forcefully shoved your arms within hers, preventing them from moving without your express consent. Scarlett shot up, managing to run a few steps before her legs, much like her arms just seconds prior, became sheaths for your own legs. Her mouth opened, taking a gasp before she could shriek, begging for help. Unfortunately for her, however, you stopped her by forcing your own head up, forcing it to stretch and convulse as her mind became locked away, providing you the opportunity to take its place.
You let out a relieved sigh before taking a few long, deep breaths in your stolen body. Scarlett's body. The body of your obnoxious, stupid, annoying vore user neighbor. The sexy, 24 year old redheaded neighbor who had those perfect, perky D Cups and that tight bubble butt, all on a thin and tight figure. You couldn't help but stare at your new reflection in the nearby bathroom mirror, smiling with your stolen pale freckled face as you imagined all the fun you'd have on Gilligan's Island. But... who were you again...?
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