Go Experiment with Natalie's Body

Grabbing the multitool from his room, Aaron also grabbed his dick out from the sock drawer. He shuddered as he felt it reattach itself to his crotch and it wasn’t long before he felt the potato soul inside stir awake. Aaron felt the semi-vegetable soul cautiously probe the body it had found itself attached to, and he couldn’t be sure whether it was his arousal or the potato’s that gave him an almost instant erection.

It didn’t make a terrible difference. Creeping past his parent’s snores, Aaron slipped into Natalie’s room and closed the door behind him.

Even though he knew it was safe – that Natalie couldn’t possibly wake up, because her soul was trapped in a potato under his bed – Aaron felt the thrill of trespass.

The air was warm and thick with the smell of his sister’s body. Not in a sexual way (yet), just in the way that a room eventually comes to smell like the person who spends at least a third of their lives in it.

Aaron sidled up to the bed and sat down, rolling his sister’s body onto her back and brushing the hair out of her face. It wasn’t something he’d put a lot of thought into, but when she was like this she was quite cute. When she wasn’t being a miserable bitch.

When she wasn’t Natalie, basically.

Aaron’s heart was beating, his common sense still not catching up with the idea that the vacant body lying in front of him couldn’t actually wake up, no matter what he did to it.

He unbuttoned her flannel top – the top he had put on when wearing her body – pulling the fabric open and admiring her breasts in the half-light filtering in through the blinds.

Natalie’s chest rose and fell with her steady breathing and her body didn’t so much as twitch when Aaron reached down and massaged her breasts.

It felt nice, being able to play with a soft body like this. Something warm and sexy to cuddle up with or fool around with or fuck…

Aaron’s cock twitched and he realised he had begun to stroke himself through his pants. The potato soul wriggled in disappointment as he pulled his hand away and stood up to get the multitool.

There would be time to relax later. Right now he had a few hours before his parents woke up, and he wanted to test something out.

With the silver blade, he sliced down Natalie’s bicep, detaching her arm and allowing him to pull it out through her sleeve.

Holding the limb felt surreal, and while he might have been holding a mannequin’s arm, a mannequin’s arm wasn’t soft or warm or pliable. A mannequin’s arm wouldn’t bend the way he held it, or feel so good when he made its painted fingers stroke him from his chest down to his…

Aaron shook himself out of it again with a grimace. He was going to have to find somewhere to store the potato’s soul later where it wouldn’t cause so much trouble.

Slicing with the silver edge, Aaron watched as his lower arm fell to the bed and felt the thump as it landed.

With his heart racing, Aaron raised the end of his sister’s detached arm and pressed it against the stump below his shoulder.

There was a weird pinching sensation as the arms of different thicknesses merged, but within seconds he could feel nerves and blood vessels wiring themselves together. He saw the arm twitch violently, shuddering as it fell under Aaron’s control until finally it was just a limb: Perfectly normal except for the painted nails and the difference in skin tone where the flesh had sealed seamlessly together.

Aaron waved the arm back and forth, but found himself disoriented by the sensation of fabric rubbing against it. He quickly realised that his own arm was also moving around on the bed where it had fallen, and that he hadn’t lost control or sense of it.

It took several attempts and a lot of concentration, but he was eventually able to focus on only moving the one or the other.

Once more he took the time to enjoy the sight of his sister’s delicate hand tracing its way across his body. He could even fool himself into thinking that it was someone else’s hand.

But it already was, wasn’t it?

Aaron stripped and sat on Natalie’s bed, propping himself against one wall with a pillow and sitting with his stolen hand resting inches away from his throbbing boner.

He had been waiting for it to happen, but it still felt crazy when he felt the potato soul inside his cock reach into his body, taking control of his sister’s stolen arm and using it to gently stroke itself.

Aaron could feel the spirit writhe in silent ecstasy, and was tempted to just enjoy the sight of his sister’s hand delicately stroking his dick.