Get behind the wheel

Stacy turned to exit her room, grabbing a purse to hold her wallet and keys. She went over this morning's events quickly, rationalizing. "Ok, so I must have sleepwalked and went through my closet looking for sexy clothes. Those sexy dreams must have had something to do with it." Work had been extra strenuous this month, as many qualified staff were poached by a rival firm offering benefits they just couldn't compete with. The quick replacements she was sent were slow learners to say the least: young and educated in theory, but needing practical experience. She was tense, and her brain was telling her to let loose. That's why she picked this tight outfit and heavy makeup, and why wearing it felt so fucking sexy. The tingles she felt when she put her outfit on continued pleasantly, like a full body massage. "God, I'm even walking sexier." She notes the swing to her denim hips and the tightrope steps she was taking, feeling those muscle corrections if she concentrated. "Ok, Stace, We'll get someone. Don't worry." At her words, she felt a slender finger trace the crest of her mound through her lacy thong, pressing deep enough to part her labia. She released a shocked gasp, but felt a peculiar sensation in her throat, like a hand was constricting her larynx from within. Her gasp soon morphed into a throaty moan, dripping with a sluttiness that was both familiar and foreign. The manipulation in her neck ended, and her sound returned to normal. Stacy cleared her throat and experimentally vocalized, again noting nothing unusual. She realized she had been standing at her front door, one hand on the knob, lost in her erotic musings as she idly stroked the brass. She collected herself shamefully and stepped out into the afternoon.

Stacy lived in townhouse community about 30 minutes from the city, and she saw a few of her neighbors out and about. She attempted to hide her appearance and quickly reach her car, but as she slouched and averted her gaze, she felt aggressive tightening in her clothing. These corrections were more noticeable: yanking strings instead of probing needles. Stacy felt her shoulder blades yanked together while her shoulders swung with each hip-throwing step. As she passed front yards, an appreciative whistle caught her attention.

Lounging on a lawn chair, her obnoxious neighbor, Clive Burnett, was peering over a pair of flashy sunglasses to unabashedly watch Stacy jiggle down the sidewalk. She wanted to roll her eyes and move on, but she felt her arm lift and swing in a dainty wave, while her cheeks pinched and a dazzling smile spread across her face. Her collar tightened again, and she felt her voice squeezed out against her will. "Hello there, Gorgeous. You lookin' for some fun?" Stacy could only widen her eyes in shock while her tight top tugged her tits over the yard's fence, using it to lift and present her bulging breasts. She felt her tight pants stiffen even more, forcing her legs to flex and straighten to show off her denim clad ass to the opposite side of the street.

Clive chuckled in mild surprise at the forward offer from his usually standoffish neighbor. His past offers of a similar nature were often met with disgust, but the willing display this afternoon was a refreshing but ill-timed sight. "Ms. Dennings, you tease. Sadly, the Missus is currently home. Can I take a rain check?"

"I might need a little more convincing next time, big boy." Stacy felt her painted lips extend into a playful pout, as she rose off the uncomfortable fence and continued her catwalk sway to her assigned parking space. She practically threw herself into the driver's seat to avoid any more possible interactions. She couldn't believe how quickly she'd propositioned him. It was like someone else had taken control. Her morning had been far too peculiar to be a coincidence. As she started to piece things together from the previous night, she felt the tightening on her throat and tug on her lips. The voice that poured forth was still hers, but the erotic nature of her speech was new, something she didn't use during her most enthusiastic of love-making sessions.

"Pity. I was very much looking forward to that dashing gentleman." Stacy purred to herself, and she felt phantom hands adjust her inflated chest from within her top, watching them lift by invisible fingers. She touched her throat gently, feeling nothing wrong with her body, and a tugging on her face points it towards her rearview mirror, making eye contact with...herself?