Netflix and Chill - Actually

Natalie reclaimed her discarded clothes from the living room, putting on her shirt before examining the shorts with scepticism.

"You know what," she said after a pause. "I'm gonna let you breathe. New Natalie likes to give her pussy some air."

Aaron couldn't disguise his relief, and he saw Natalie's hand come down to give him a gentle pat in response.

"See? We're getting a long better already."

Natalie dropped the rest of her clothes onto Sasha's bed, stealing a pair of socks from one drawer and putting them on.

"God, I'm hungry. That's something I'm going to have to worry about now, isn't it?"

Aaron's waist-high perspective pivoted towards the kitchen and then the floor as Natalie leant into the fridge.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. All of this healthy crap. I mean, obviously healthy is good, but it's my first time eating as a human. I want to eat some TRASH."

Aaron observed dryly that this new Natalie may not have the impulse control needed to stay in shape. In fact, her behaviour in general might raise a few eyebrows, though nobody would ever guess the truth: That a magically intelligent potato had eaten her soul, absorbed her memories and stolen her body. Nobody sane, anyway.

"Fuck it, I'm getting pizza."

Aaron was treated to a close-up view of the kitchen cupboards while Natalie leant against a countertop, punching an order into her phone. Moments later, his view spun around and up as Natalie threw herself down along the couch and turned on the TV. Natalie was kind enough to lay with her crotch facing the TV, so Aaron got a sideways view of her scrolling through the usual scandalous dramas with a disgusted sigh.

"Man, Sasha's got shitty taste. The old me had bad taste too, I guess."

Aaron saw the TV switch instead to a documentary about sexploitation and amateur porn. He'd initially thought Natalie was planning to rub one out while watching it, but instead her rapt attention made him worry that maybe she was looking for ideas. The new Natalie didn't seem too interested in maintaining the old Natalie's life, and even if things went completely to hell, she could just body-hop and ruin someone else's life instead.

A casual stroke on his face caught him by surprise, but it was just Natalie idly playing with herself while she watched a pair of drunken college girls sucking off the cameraman. Aaron felt himself begin to buzz with the first stirrings of arousal when the doorbell rang.

Natalie sat up in shock and covered herself, then relaxed and laughed when she realized she had let her old self's pretence toward modesty take over.

"Hey," she whispered, to seemingly no-one but obviously to Aaron. "I should have opted to pay with cash - we might have gotten free pizza if I flashed the delivery guy. Maybe he'll give us a tip if I go the door naked?"

Without waiting for his response, Natalie skipped over to the front door - naked from ankles to waist - and opened it with a grin.

A nebbish, freckled delivery girl looked up from the receipt she was holding and froze, a look of shock on her face. The poor girl was staring directly at Aaron's "face" and she probably wouldn't have been happy to learn that he was staring back.

"BBQ meat-lovers supreme, extra bacon?" Natalie said, pretending nothing was wrong.

Pizza-girl seemed **** but unable to look away, her mouth frozen open. "I... I-uh, yeah? Yeah, uh..."

Natalie slid the box out of the open bag the poor girl was carrying with one hand and pulled her shirt up with the other.

"Probably not worth much to you, but I was gonna give this tip anyways, so here it is."

Aaron's view whipped around as Natalie backed into the door, spun on her heel and closed it behind her with a disappointed sigh.

"Not really into dorky chicks. Her reaction was cute, though. Probably wouldn't be hard to bully her into doing something humiliating..."

Aaron heard Natalie's voice trail of and could practically feel her cooking up some vindictive scheme at that very moment. Another heel-turn, and he could see the blurry silhouette of the delivery girl through the fogged glass of the front door, still frozen in place.

Getting someone else involved wouldn't be nice, but it might give him another chance to escape.