Epilogue: In Soviet Russia... Potato Eats You!

"Sasha," took a moment to catch her breath, wiping the sweat from her brow. She wasn't Sasha, of course - She had Sasha's body, but Sasha's soul was trapped in a peach. She wasn't Aaron either, despite having his memories. Even if she had his body, she still thought of herself as female. Perhaps it was because so many of her first experiences of being human were in female bodies, or perhaps she simply couldn't imagine living without the pleasure of having tits and a pussy.

She stroked herself all over, reveling in both the physical sensation and the sense of power she had stolen from her... master? Master sounded right. He had been her master for a time, and with the benefit of seeing his memories through his eyes, she could forgive him for treating her like a toy. After all, it was thanks to his naivety that she had been able to steal everything from him.

She rubbed her pussy, which was more than a little sore from how roughly she had used it. Aaron had ultimately failed as a master, but he had been a good pussy, and now he was just another part of her.

Walking over to the floor-length mirror, "Sasha" took in the full extent of her conquest, a grin spreading across her face as she came to full terms with the freedom she had won for herself. She was human. She could go anywhere. She could do anything. And she had the multitool and Aaron's memories of how to use it. She even had three bodies to play with any way she wanted.

That was a thought. Natalie's vacant body still lay unmoving on the floor, and most of Aaron's body was still rolled up as a skin in Natalie's bag. And then there were the two girls' souls to deal with.

That thought brought on a sudden rush of arousal, and a wicked idea. Aaron had hated them for what they did to him, and had intended to torment them at his leisure. The new Sasha would need the original Sasha's memories if she was going to steal her life, and she'd need to consume Natalie's soul because... well, because she felt like it.

Humming softly to herself, the potato spirit controlling Sasha's body picked up the multitool in one hand and strolled out to the kitchen.