Day 19a & 19b: Brain Control/Transplant + Possessors Taking Turns

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" A voice bellowed, a split-second before the door flew off its hinges and crashed against the wall. Standing there in the doorway was a completely naked woman... or at least, it appeared that way until closer inspection. Thin, almost imperceptible bluish-purple lines ran up and down her body; her eyes were made up of millions, if not billions, of tiny lights; her nails were polished, painted tungsten... and countless more small, almost unnoticeable "issues" with her body.

"What?" Roy asked casually, taking a sip of his beer as the woman stomped over to him, her head literally steaming with anger. "Ah... right." He sighed, his gaze drifting down to the tiny blue puddles created by the woman's every movement. "Forgot a towel, my bad. You mind-"

"WHAT AM I, A SEX-BOT?!" The woman loudly interrupted, cupping her breasts with a glare aimed down towards them.

"Don't be stupid, Sam." Roy sighed, taking another casual sip of his beer. "Those're too pricey; you're a maid bot with aftermarket upgrades, like nipples and fleshlights for-"

"NOT WHAT I MEANT!!" The woman, Sam, loudly interrupted, aiming a "fingergun" at Roy. "Military robot, police robot, some shit like that! Why the fuck else would I let you digitize my brain, you-"

"You forgot? You were paralyzed after-"

"I DIDN'T FORGET, SHITFUCKER!!" Sam screeched.

"Okay, so... I've got the money for a police robot. Want me to-"

"If it's a K9 bot, stop talking." Sam grunted, thrusting an angry finger at Roy. As Roy shut his mouth, Sam could only let out a frustrated, annoyed sigh and flop down on the couch next to him. "When can you get me in a real body?"

"That is..." Roy began, trailing off as Sam shot a threatening glare his way. "Gotta be able to afford one."

"Great. So now I gotta go stock shelves or some shit, because you're a cheap-" Sam started, only to firmly clamp his mouth shut and jolt upwards as Roy snapped his fingers. "Yes?" Sam chirped with an uncannily nice grin, giggling as Roy pointed at the blue trail of puddles Sam had made.

"Better pay for maids." Roy said, watching Sam shoot up and begin wiping the floor clean, humming all the while. "Even better pay for cum dumpsters." He said, snapping his fingers again, causing Sam to shoot up straight before slowly turning to face him. Sam's body walked over, her entire body steaming, her hands showing off each and every curve... until Roy snapped his fingers again.

"YOU... FUCK OFF WITH THAT SHIT, HOW?!" Sam shrieked, his face a mixture of embarrassment and being absolutely, completely pissed off beyond all belief.

"Drag a few folders and files into your digitized brain and, boom, easy peasy. Like modding an old game, basically." Roy answered with a casual shrug. "The hard part, really, is getting your brain to understand what I want each snap to mean. Like, if I want a maid, I don't want your brain to decide that, actually, I snapped my fingers because I'm horny."

"Why would you even-"

"Because you'll sit on my couch and complain instead of actually paying me back. For the body, for putting you in it, for the door you smashed..." Roy explained, threateningly holding up his hand, ready to snap his fingers again. "More than just the two, by the way." He said, before snapping his fingers again.

"Which cosplay?" Sam chirped with a big grin. "Do I need to make one? Do I need to adjust these? Or this?" She asked, squeezing her chest and slapping her ass. "Or is there an existing one I should-" She continued, jolting as Roy snapped again. "Wasn't there some puddles I had-"

Snap.

"Ugh... it's not like I like you or anything..."

Snap.

"Hey dude, wanna touch my tits and watch some football? Mad horny, but also-"

Snap.

"HAHAHAHA! I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T HELP IT! YOU-"

Snap.

"Jesus, it's bright in here. This, like, kills my mood. God, I need to make my hair black, this shit-"

Snap.

"..."

Snap.

"S-Sorry... I... I'll go p-put something on r-right away, I m-must've-"

Snap.

"I GET IT, JESUS CHRIST MAN!!" Sam shouted, more than a little glad to be back in control over his own body again. "You gotta hit every single checkbox or some shit?"

"Why don't you clean up and grab me another beer?" Roy shot back with a sigh. "Or would you rather be a maid, and then a cum dumpster?"

"...I'm on it." Sam grumbled, knowing his friend well enough that a snap was headed his way sooner or later. And, based on the beer Roy was drinking, almost certainly sooner...

Interesting time writing this one, trying to blend the two prompts together like this. When I saw these prompts originally, I was going to involve slimes in some way, with a load of slimes taking turns with someone's brain, something kinda like an oldish caption by AlexHopper, called "Stuffed For Thanksgiving" (https://alexhopper16.blogspot.com/2019/11/stuffed-for-thanksgiving.html?m=1). But, ultimately, I wanted to do something a bit more futuristic, not at all because Edgerunners season 2 is dropping tomorrow at the time of writing. So, I ended up taking brain control and seemingly making it about Sam possessing the robot girl, only to ACTUALLY make it about the other personalities or programs or whatever that he's forced to co-exist with. I think it turned out alright, personally, but more as a conceptual chapter than a standalone piece, if that makes sense. And shorter than I wanted it, but... I've written a lot and I'm writing more, so... I'm forcing myself to live with it.

ANYWAY, my favorite piece for today's prompt... is a tie. First-up is the piece by Funflo, which I find super hot and that it's not just one person being passed around by possessors, it's both parties. Very hot:

https://x.com/Funflo_vevo/status/2112363364899037482

Next is the piece by SinSapphic, featuring Vacant Vessel. Fighting over the body, the expression, near-instant taking off some clothes... very nice, big fan:

https://x.com/SinSapphic/status/2112256078834733243