When I first tried out Chelsea's hot body, I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. I was only expecting to be inside of her body for a few hours to let my best friend, Arnie, have sex with her. His dad had a prototype for a mind projection helmet that could send one's mind into any person's body. It worked with the assistance of computer software to help redirect minds through time and space, and when I tried it for the first time on my stepsister, I knew that Arnie's dad had something special. Every sensation felt real inside of Vanya's body.
After letting Arnie have sex with me in my stepsister's body, we ended up using the helmet to place me into the body of his actual crush. From playing with my moist honeypot to toying around with her boyfriend Jon, I didn't find any shortage of pleasure around me. Her friends weren't the best, but the ecstasy I felt whenever I played with my borrowed body made this all worth it.
But I didn't realize that being in her body for three days would have negative repercussions. With Chelsea trapped inside of me, I realized that there were changes to my intelligence. I was constantly playing with myself, and I found that my memory was becoming worse. Even now, as I scrolled through my laptop, I kept losing my train of thought.
It was the weirdest feeling. Ever since I had sex with Jon, I started thinking about his cock constantly. I was craving it. I hadn’t even brought Chelsea’s body over to Arnie’s place since I possessed her, and the fact that he hadn’t forced me back into my body was making me feel a little worried that he was caught. Rubbing the side of my head, I looked at the laptop’s screen and retyped the browser link Arnie had originally used, and when I saw the familiar photos and login information, I felt my mind starting to wander again.
In that moment, I was on the couch with Chelsea’s boyfriend only a few rooms away. A rush of heat forced my hips to gyrate against the fabric while I fantasized about all the things I'd be doing with Jon later that night. I felt so moist while my clit begged for some stimulation. But before I could bring it over to its peak, a single notification popped up on my screen. I returned to the present again. "Focus!"
That wasn't easy to do. My legs were begging to be squeezed and stretched. There was that constant feeling between my legs that never went away, and I found myself wanting to touch myself. It was like my cunt was always there, in the back of my mind, begging to be teased and pleasured. But even so, I tried to remain focused on my work. I needed to enter my password to properly disconnect my mind. I couldn't afford to lose myself again, to go down the rabbit hole of lust. I kept trying to figure out why I was losing my mind, and it wouldn't be long before I reached the point of no return. I'd grow too stupid to try pulling my mind out of my new body, and eventually, I would remain in Chelsea's body forever.
The truth was that Arnie had no intentions of letting me return to my body. He was slowly changing me for his own personal desires. It turned out that he knew more about the software than I realized. He knew exactly how to reconfigure a projected person's mind, and after a few alterations and forcing me to break up with Jon, I'd eventually become his little bimbo slut forever. The worst thing about it was that he’d go on to rub it in my face whenever we were together, and I’d have no chance to break free.
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