Chapter 3: Latisha Smith

Chapter 3: Latisha Smith

by: MrSuits

As you stared at your mom’s grinning face in the mirror one person came to mind. Latisha Smith you’re super stacked next-door neighbor. She pretty much hated your guts, well she had a strange hatred for all men, but you in particular she detested. It was a sunny day back in summer when you and your friends were playing football in your garden. “Gerrard!” Sam had yelled as he went for an ambitious volley as the ball dropped from the air, he connected a little too sweetly and the ball was sent straight back into the air and over the fence to Latisha’s. The next thing you heard was a smash as the ball flew straight through a window. You thought that was the worst of it, but the ball carried on bouncing and smashed her pet tortoises cage, Britney, the fucking tortoise, quickly, or rather slowly, dashed her way to freedom escaping out the broken window never to be seen again. Later that day when Latisha got home your mom sent you over to help clean up the mess and when Latisha found out her tortoise was missing, she went absolutely ballistic. Naturally she blamed it all on you since it was your friend who did it and you were all too happy to hall ass out of their as she started shouting. Since that day football is an absolute no go and every time you’ve seen her in the street she’s given you stares of murderous daggers.

You could just image peering out from behind her eyes at her smug face staring back at you in the mirror whilst you wore her curvy body like a Halloween costume. The thought of having a man completely in control of her body would absolutely devastate her but to you it made the prospect all the more erotic.

It wouldn’t be hard to get access to her either since you were currently in your mom’s body after all your mom was a women and after the incident she’d gone over with £300 and a bottle of wine to apologize, taking all the credit for it even though you had to spend all summer working to pay her it back. Not that you cared about money any more suspecting it would be pretty easy to obtain now you had the possession gun.

Turning from the mirror you practically beamed as you realized what you were about to do. You grabbed the gun off the sofa and put it in your mom’s handbag. With that you gave yourself one last look in the mirror before heading out the door locking it behind you. As you made the short walked to Latisha’s you passed a man finding yourself suddenly thinking far too much about the movement of your legs and arms and ending up walking like a rigid robot much like you did whenever you walked passed an attractive girl. Now you felt overtly conscious that you were currently your mom as you did. If you couldn’t act normal in front of a random stranger how could you do it in front of Latisha who actually knew your mom. You stopped at the bottom of her driveway talking yourself out of going before psyching yourself back up. “You can do it Johnny!” You stated. “Just go in and shoot her. Simple as.” With that you marched up her drive way and without hesitation rang the bell regretting it the second you heard it ring. A nervous wave washed over you, not ready to face Latisha whilst possessing your mom, but now you didn’t have a choice as not a moment later the door swung opened.

“Hi Tracey. What are you doing here?” Latisha greeted in her husky but sassy voice. You were taken aback by the size of her, since you’d last seen her, she’d grown to almost double her size. Naturally she was a curvy woman, but the pregnancy had blown her proportions wild. The black maternity dress did absolutely nothing to hide her vulgar body and the first thing you noticed was the size of her baby bump, the large hump doming out excessively stretching the material of the dress till you could almost see her dark ebony skin through it. Then sitting on top of her pregnant belly were her breasts. Two large sacks of milk filled deliciousness practically begging to escape from the low cut dress. To say she hated men she definitely loved taunting them, you traced a vein down the overflowing flesh disappearing under the dress as it headed towards the center where you could see her clearly hard nipples poking through eager to make them selves known. Staring at her body you knew if you in your own body you’d have a bulging hard on right now being totally mesmerized by this woman which you disliked so much.

“Tracey?” You suddenly heard Latisha say breaking you out of your trance as you realized you’d been staring at her body for the past 10 seconds. “What are you doing here?” She asked folding her hands over her chest as if slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh… Uh… I… I just wanted to see how you were getting along. You know uh… Being pregnant and all.” You stuttered awkwardly trying your best not to look back down at her tits.

“Oh ok. Well do you want to come in for a coffee?” She asked slightly hesitantly gesturing inside.

“Yeah sure.” You smiled reaching slowly moving your hand towards your mom’s handbag as Latisha turned around to head back inside. You waited for her large jiggly ass to face you before quickly pulling out the gun, aiming at her and pulling the trigger waiting for her to inevitably to freeze.

But nothing. She carried on walking around the corner and into her kitchen. You quickly stopped and looked down at the gun. On the interface it read “NO CREDIT”. Shit! You’d forgotten to set up your payment details.

Suddenly Latisha peered back around the corner, you whipped the gun behind your back before she could see it. “You coming?” She asked you.

“Yeah. Just taking my shoes off.” You smiled awkwardly back. She watched you take one of your shoes off before disappearing back around the corner. You looked back at the guns screen. ‘Payment option’ you clicked.

“Do you take sugar?” Latisha called back as you clicked PayPal.

“Yes.” You called back trying to type in your email to the box. Suddenly Latisha shot back around the corner this time with a drink in her hand. You managed to slip the gun back in your mom’s bag.

“Here you go then.” She said holding one up which you took from her. “Living room?” She asked.

“Yeah sure.” You agreed then following her in cursing inwardly that you’d not set it up in time.

She sat down on one sofa and you sat on the other. There was an awkward silence as you both took a sip of your coffee, you didn’t really have a clue what to say. But you had to say something. “So how are you feeling?” You asked gesturing down to her pregnant belly. Just then the loud noise of a drill could be heard from next door, it was Andre your neighbor, he was building an extension on his house. Much to Latisha’s clear disgust.

“I’d be alright if Andre wasn’t carrying drilling holes every three seconds. Stupid ogre is constantly making noise!” She grunted, then let out a deep breath. ”Urgh. I’m just tired. The little one has got me tired girl. I used to spend all day running around doing things, like tennis, and now I can hardly be bothered leaving the house. I feel like all I get up to since I went on leave is travelling from the sofa to the kitchen to get some food because girl am I hungry all the time. In the past week I have eaten about 12 tubs of ice cream.” She told you. “And there it goes again. Would you mind going into the kitchen and grabbing the ice cream from the freezer?” She suddenly asked you. This was your chance.

“Sure thing!” You said, probably a little too eager, leaping to your feet and grabbing your mom’s handbag before scurrying out of the room. You entered the kitchen and quickly pulled the possession gun out of the bag. Tapping the screen, it turned on back at where you left off. You quickly finished typing your email before then putting in your password and pressing login. “PAYMENT ACCEPTED” appeared on the screen. You fist pumped the air in celebration.

Not even grabbing the ice cream from the freezer you headed back to where your victim was waiting like a sitting duck. You peered around the corner into the living room seeing her sat on the sofa. You pulled up the gun and aimed square at her head.