After cleaning up his kitchen, Kaleb sat on his couch. He was shocked, trying to process what was going on. The only logical conclusion was that he was going insane, right? A voice in his head, an unexplained nighttime binge- what else could justify such a series of events?
And yet Katie's voice did not strike him as one that was being produced by his own brain. Sure, he didn't have any experience in matters of this sort, but she was coherent, consistent, and concise. She was trying to calm him down even now, as he he began to hyperventilate once again.
"Look, it's not so bad!" she explained, "I mean, this is still your body to do what you will with. I'm just like... a passenger! That's exactly what this feels like- like being in the passenger's seat. I'm sure we can figure out a way to get me out of the car and-"
Kaleb's mind was elsewhere.
"But last night-" he responded (now finding he could communicate without speech," Last night YOU were in the driver's seat, right?"
"Well, yeah- but..."
"How?"
"How what?"
"How did you do it? How do I know you won't do it again?" he asked, freaking out. If his body wasn't his own...
"Well," Katie began, clearly looking for the right thing to say, "I mean, maybe it was because you were so relaxed. I mean, I-"
"Try taking control now."
Silence followed. Kaleb felt as if something was taking place, but he couldn't put a finger on what.
"Ughh-" Katie groaned from within the confines of his mind, "I mean... it's no use. I think you need to be more open to it. Maybe- maybe close your eyes? Try slowing your breathing."
Kaleb rolled his eyes.
"Oh, like anything I'm saying is crazier than what's already going on."
"Fair enough," Kaleb relented. He leaned back into the sofa, closed his eyes and tried to steady himself as much as he could. He tried imagining a steering wheel, his hands slowly letting go. A minute passed- maybe more. Just as he was about to give up on this silly exercise, it struck him at once.
He couldn't move his body. He could still see out of his eyes, still sort of feel and hear everything (though his sensed felt somewhat dulled) but movement.
"There we go!" Katie said out loud in his voice, "it worked! And this time I didn't- oh crap."
Katie got off the couch with more effort than Kaleb had anticipated. Perhaps she wasn't used to his body, he figured. Still, something felt off.
"Uh, so..." Katie began, making her way to the bathroom, "This happened last time, too. I wouldn't freak out- just seems like it's a side effect of my taking over the body..."
Katie stood before the mirror, and Kaleb took a look at himself. What she meant was obvious. What was staring back at them was still clearly Kaleb, but it was not the version of himself he was used to. This version of himself seemed a bit chubby, definitely out of shape, and somewhat bottom heavy. Soft flab had collected around his midsection, causing his shirt to cling to the mass there, and his shorts were clearly too tight over his fattened thighs and rear. His chest seemed softer, and Katie turned profile to give him a better sense of how different his body was when it was under her control. Part of him found it funny- like looking at a funhouse version of himself, but it was also very concerning. It was a distinct difference- easily thirty pounds of chunk slapped onto his frame, but it was still him.
"What the hell- why am I chubby and... I don't know a little..."
"Androgynous?"
"Uh... yeah."
Katie shook her head- his head?
"I can only think of one reason... I'm a girl and- well, I was a bit on the bigger side when I was alive-"
"So the body becomes more like the person behind the wheel," Kaleb thought, "But it goes back to normal when I take over?"
"It did last time," Katie shrugged, "and I-"
Katie gripped her chubbier midsection with her hands. It rumbled loud enough for even Kaleb to hear it from within the confines of his head.
"Ugh- I could really use some food," Katie whimpered.
"Jesus, five minutes in my body and you already need to eat? No wonder you were bigger..."
"Asshole!"
"Just saying," Kaleb mused, "But anyway, let me take back over-"
"Not until I get something to eat," Katie said. Kaleb tried willing himself into a position of control, but Katie clearly refused.
"Okay, fine," Kaleb said, "Just make it quick-"
Katie made her way to the fridge, picking Kaleb's shorts out from between her chubbier butt cheeks as she went. After her raid last night, however, it proved to be empty.
Katie saw Kaleb's phone on the counter. She smirked, rubbing her pudgy tummy greedily.
"Just make sure to get something healthy, will you?"
. . . . .
After polishing off most of a pizza, Katie lay back on the couch, her distended gut sitting heavily on her thighs. A food coma was settling over her, and her breath had become slow and shallow. Kaleb saw his opportunity.
"Okay, Katie," Kaleb said forcefully, "I'm taking back over."
"Hmmmm... sure, whatever."
Kaleb forced his way back to the front seat, and felt his body shifting immediately as he did so. He stood slowly, feeling his clothes were now roomier after having been stretched to their very limits. A quick look in the mirror confirmed that nothing had remained. This was the same him that had walked into the apartment yesterday, which was definitely comforting.
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