Keep Allie's Willpower

Aaron didn't want to risk being overpowered again, nor did he like the idea of Allie running off and making trouble. It wasn't the nice thing to do, but at least she didn't have to be unhappy.

Leaving her soul swirling gently in an empty glass, Aaron retrieved his skin from Natalie's handbag and unrolled it, watching it slowly re-inflate after he closed the seam on the back. Going back into Sasha's room, he found the peach in Sasha's body struggling feebly to sit up from the bed, flaccid cock covered in dried cum.

With a grimace, Aaron removed the dick, gave it a thorough wash in the bathroom sink and reattached it to his original body. A flick of the tweezers later, and he was home.

Being back in his own body after the day's misadventures was the very strange - like slipping into clothes that used to fit but had somehow been stretched out of shape, except in this case it wasn't the clothes that had gotten bigger - his soul had been shrunk. It was possible that even without being attacked, being in any body other than your own could cause problems. That would explain why his soul threatened to come loose when he came lately - it hadn't become a thing until he'd dislodged himself intentionally with the multitool.

Shivering, he hugged himself and resolved not to leave until he was fully recovered. That of course left the peach in Sasha's body, Sasha's soul in the peach, Natalie's soul now fully subsumed by the potato and trapped in her own pussy, and Allie's reconstructed soul in a whiskey glass in the kitchen