Aaron Resists

Keen to avoid any repeat performances and with the added anchor of being in his original body, Aaron held onto himself as the orgasm faded.

Allie pulled Natalie's mouth free with a wet slurp, and Natalie licked her lips hungrily before crying out.

"I almost had you!"

"You sure did," Aaron admitted. "Now talk."

Natalie's lips twisted in disappointment.

"Fine."

Aaron sighed in relief. He could make inferences about what was going on, but this version of Natalie sounded like it would happily speak honestly in exchange for further debauchery.

"What are you?"

Natalie smirked. "Seriously? I'm hurt. I'm Nat, moron. I'm your sister. And you've been treating me very poorly."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "Try again."

Natalie sighed. "Ugh, fine. I'm not Natalie, obviously. I'm the... well, I started out as a potato, didn't I? But I'm not a potato anymore, not until just now- nice touch, by the way."

"Go on."

"Well, what can I say? I started to... grow into the bodies you put me into? I started to gain a will of my own, even drank a little bit of yours whenever you let your guard down. And then you used me to **** poor, weakened Natalie to be your helpless ****, so I took the opportunity to take what she had left. She tried to fight me, but with your cock buried inside her, it was easy to just reach into her soul and nibble away at her, piece by piece. And now there's a Natalie-shaped hole in the world, and I'm a Natalie-shaped person. Not literally, but I have her memories, so nobody ever needs to know she's gone, right?"

"Except me."

"Well, yeah. Duh. But that's fine, right? Natalie hated you, and I guess that rubbed off on me, but the part of you I stole hates her too, so I also hate myself? I think? I don't think of MYSELF as Natalie, so when you humiliate me it's like... I can just picture it happening to her, and picture myself as the part of you I've stolen. So like, in that way we're on the same team?"

"The same team?" Aaron repeated with skepticism.

"Yeah, for sure!" Natalie said. It was difficult to read the facial expression of a potato, but she sounded pretty enthusiastic. "I mean, it was super hot having you as my pussy and I was totally going to absorb you and make you another part of me, but now that you have the upper hand, you can **** me instead and then we'll be even, right?"

Aaron's eyes unfocused as he tried to find the words he needed.

"Not really," he said finally.

"That's fair," Natalie said. "So what are you gonna do now, then? You could put me back into Natalie's body, and we could go back to being a brother and sister that hate the shit out of each other but also fuck on the quiet because that would be hot. Or you could carve bits of my body and soul up to mix and match with your new meat puppet there, but I can't guarantee I won't try to eat her when you're not looking. OR, you could just leave me trapped like this. I'll probably go crazy before long or degenerate back into a drooling vegetable; little more than a fleshlight with a tongue; your sexy, vicious bitch of an older sister reduced to a slimy fuck-hole that you could parade around in public and nobody would even suspect who she used to be."

Aaron watched Natalie begin to drool as she considered the possible fates he might have in store for her. It seemed like the only thing she wanted to do more than humiliate Aaron was to be humiliated herself. The conscious divide between the part of herself that was Natalie and the part of him she had stolen sounded crazy, but if there were ever one word to describe the new Natalie...