Day 8: Host Loves It

Hazel was your typical, average girl... at one point in her life. Everything changed in her first year of college, in the middle of practicing a speech in one of the private rooms in her campus' library. There she was, cursing the fact that her college required a "Language" class and, somehow, she'd been placed in Public Speaking rather than something like Introductory Spanish or maybe even Sign Language 101. But, no, there she was, smudged text on a notecard in hand, attempt number twenty or so at practicing her speech. And, of course, when there was a knock at the door, Hazel fully prepared to direct all her frustration at her interruption as she yanked the door wide open...

But Hazel didn't. The interruption, a fellow student, put out an offer before Hazel could say a word. He, a bodyhopper, had heard Hazel's attempts and, so very casually, said that he could possess her, absolutely nail her speech, and all he'd want in return is an evening in her body. He even promised to mostly behave, claiming that he and Hazel could come to an agreement of what he could and couldn't do. So, the pair sat down, worked out a contract, and parted ways for a bit.

Hazel's speech got a round of applause, with even the professor using her performance as an example the rest of the class should strive towards. "Hazel", her speech over with, was excused, and it was all the willpower the bodyhopper inside had to not sprint back to his borrowed dorm room. And, once he arrived, it took him no time at all to throw Hazel's clothes to the floor and get to work pleasuring his borrowed form.

As the sun rose, the bodyhopper slipped out of Hazel's body, more than content with his "payment" and eager to do it again. A chance that he had almost instantly, as Hazel's pruned fingers wrapped around his wrist the second he turned his back. Practically leaping out of his own skin, he loudly asked how Hazel was awake, given that bodyhoppers' hosts were meant to be out for a while after their bodies were left behind. But then, Hazel mentioned that she'd been awake for everything and, in an instant, it clicked.

Hazel wasn't so ordinary after all, as it turned out. She, like a very, very small amount of people, had a resistance to bodyhoppers' powers. Not an immunity, of course, but just enough resistance that their minds couldn't be silenced. Most people like this were seen as threats by bodyhoppers, kept perpetually possessed or outright "silenced" to keep their secret from getting out. Hazel, however, wasn't like that. No, she demanded to be possessed again, right then and there, practically drooling as she ranted and raved about the experience.

Hazel didn't last too much longer at college. Her face, and body, were all over the internet. Porn, plenty of porn, intended for your average person and for hoppers', circulated around every corner of the web. Young, inexperienced hoppers used her as a glorified training dummy to practice their powers. Older, exasperated hoppers used her as a reprieve. Non-hoppers "in the know" rented her for an evening, a weekend, a month in one case, her body piloted by whoever the client requested. And Hazel, kinky, horny Hazel, was awake for all of it, her lust never quite sated...

Had a fun time writing this one, I wanted to make it closer to some of my captions on OpenTGCaps, where there's no dialogue and it's closer to just telling a story, more or less.

My favorite piece of art from today's prompt is by Eagle_Bacon themselves! The dialogue, the writing on the body... chef's kiss:

https://bsky.app/profile/eaglebacon.bsky.social/post/3mxgtpgyqec2u