Play around in the memory editor

It wouldn’t hurt to stay here just a little, and experiment with these “decorations” Rachel had so helpfully left lying around. Time in the memory editor moved a lot faster than time in the real world after all, so likely only a few seconds had passed back with our physical bodies while I was in here.

I smirked as I looked down at my cheerleader body, squeezing my tits. They were so soft, nice c-cups pressing out on my bloodstained cheerleader top. I skipped forward, out of the town hall, enjoying the swish of my short skirt as I approached one of the storefront windows surrounding the plaza.

The girl who stared back was undeniably cute. Her blonde pigtails gave satisfying little swishes as they moved about my head as I walked, and her white Iris’d zombie eyes looked so creepy and adorable at the same time. This girl seemed to be the stereotypical pretty blonde highschooler in a lot of ways, just given a ghoulish transformation into a creature of the night. Experimentally, I reached out and poked one of her open wounds, feeling no pain even as blood and ooze coated my finger.

“Ewww…”

I watched the disturbing spectacle with interest and digust, feeling a heat spark in my new stolen pussy as I witnessed something so weird and different on “my” body. I walked up to another one of the revellers, a muscular Frankenstein who looked like a body builder by day who’d just been transformed, and waved my hand in his face.

This time, his eyes actually tracked it, leading to a happy squeal from me.

“So, they can see me now! I guess taking one of their bodies means we can interact. I wonder what else they can do with me…”

A lewd grin took my features as I leaned up on my tip toes and began whispering in the Frankenstein’s ear;

“Hey… you look a little tense. Want me to relax you a little…? I promise I won’t eat your brains.”

I gave him a little wink with that last part, to a raised eyebrow. He didn’t seem to be the most talkative type, but he did seem intrigued at my offer. I reached into his pants roughly and felt his junk, a thick cock that immediately burst to attention, it’s outline clear in his trousers.

I looked around at the other revellers, none of them seeming to notice anything was amiss.

“Hmm… this place could do with being a little more lively.”

I focused on each of them, drawing forth my memories and Rachel’s both of **** lust; from every vanilla sex act to the most depraved, every fantasy fuelled masturbation to every forbidden, taboo desire. I could feel my influence spread like blood in a pool of water; the ones closest and then in an expanding ring around me began to get hornier and hornier, turning to the people and monsters beside them, and eyeing them with deep lust.

Rachel won’t mind, right? She’s always been horny, I’m sure she’d be okay with me borrowing her memory editor for a little orgy.

An evil grin spread around my features as I felt firm hands on my girly little shoulders, looking up at the Frankenstein's head, and then down at his other head.

“Good boy…”

I purred, running my fingertip along its length.

“… Now, show me just what you can do with it.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice as he grabbed me and lifted, slamming me down on top of a picnic table by the grass as I pulled my panties to the side, exposing my sopping wet snatch to the cool air. My zombie body couldn’t feel the pain from the impact, but it could certainly feel the pleasure as this thick rod lined up against my cunt and penetrated me.

“…Ahhhh!!”

I choked out an exclamation as he began rutting in me, my cheerleader pussy stretched tight to accommodate his huge member.

“Oh yes, treat me harder!”

He sped up, concentration clear on his face as passion consumed him. His immense strength was only matched by the complete durability of my zombie body, and I knew if I’d **** my spirit into a normal woman and been desolated by him, her body likely wouldn’t have survived, and I would have needed a new host.

The pussy I wore felt so strange too! It was like it was half hot, half cold, it’s sickening squelches sounding so unnatural as he fucked me hard. I giggled as the pleasure ran through me in a big shiver, thinking that this was what I get for stealing the body of a woman somewhere between life and ****.

“You’re so deep…”

A face of pure ecstasy was **** onto me each time he pulled towards my entrance and thrusted deep again, matched by an;

“Ahh… ahh.. ahhhh!”

I licked my lips again, longing to taste them just as I was filled, glancing to the side to see my zombie girl body in the reflection.

I look so creepy… and hot! Look at that lewd face… mhmmm…

I reached up and tore off her top and bra, exposing her bare breasts for me to see, grabbing one myself as Frankenstein cupped the other. Both of us began teasing the nipples as I slammed by eyes shut, the pleasure getting to be too much.

“Ughhhhh…!”

I groaned as I came, thick, unnatural looking pussy juice squirting out from my pussy lips along the Frankenstein’s length, with some splattering on the ground. The orgasm felt so twisted as it ran through me! It felt just as good as a normal woman’s but instead of being like a flash of lightning, it was more like a contortion of cold working through me.

I giggled again as another idea came to me, trying to focus on the same sensations from when I’d been a spirit. A retraction of self, drawing inwards. It started working, as I could feel my true self drawing away from the extremities of this zombie girl body, pulling away from her fingers. I saw them go limp, even as my expression of pleasure stayed with the afterglow of my orgasm suffusing me. The Frankenstein kept rutting in me, and I flashed him the “fuck me” eyes as he kept going, before focusing fully on my spirit form.

I pulled completely in, darkness returning as I left the zombie girl’s head, returning to simply being an amorphous mass at the centre of her being. All at once I was thrust out of her mouth, tumbling weightlessly through the air with, for some reason, some trails of saliva hanging off my foot as it left her throat, before it dissipated fully.

I glanced back at her, my former host, as she returned to her own self, a little confused yet the afterglow of her orgasm more than made up for the lost time as she fell into sexual ecstasy quickly. I looked down at my male body, seeing it seem to glow a little with a pale blue now, like I was more some kind of spirit than previously, before scanning the crowd from above.

I quickly found what I was looking for; The girl dressed as an Egyptian Mummy. I floated down to her, admiring her body. It seemed more she was an ancient princess of Egypt than anything else, wrapped in bandages in a way that added aesthetics, yet didn’t hide her beauty. Deep tan skin seemed to shimmer a little like gold with whatever cosmetics had daubed her body, and with her dark, heavy eye make-up and long, straight dark hair cut in a low fringe covering her forehead and moving down her back it gave her such a dramatic and sensual look.

She was lost in the orgy, same as everyone else in the town square; A strong Minotaur with a thick, powerful cock was indulging her, filling her again and again from behind, his hands on her hips. She had an expression of delirious ecstasy on her face, moaning at each stroke.

“You’ll do nicely…”

I took my hand to her chin and **** her mouth open, letting my legs drift upwards before thrusting them inside her. She seemed to **** for a moment, and I capitalized on it, stuffing my torso further down inside of her. Her eyes were big, a mix of intense sexual emotion and the strangeness of the foreign presence invading her, and in a twisted way seeing such a confused expression gave me a rush of power.

I can’t wait until I’m wearing that face…

I threw my arms and head in, pulling inside her fully, and now familiar with the process expanded out until I’d possessed her body.

I startled gasp turned quickly into a stifled moan as the immense pressure in the insides I’d just stolen hit me, the Minotaur’s dick deep in my new womb. I choked out a prayer as my eyes crossed a little, the strength of the sensation being so overpowering.

A glance at my body below was so intoxicating; heavy tan breasts swaying, some straining bandages the only thing preventing them from coming completely free, and further down the mound of my pussy lips spread as the thick cock drilled in and out. It was enough to bring me to orgasm, squealing out while I arched by back, a huge hot rush of love washing through my whole body as my vision went a little white.

The Minotaur was relentless, grabbing my flailing arms at the wrists and pulling them back, bringing the stolen woman’s form completely in line to take the next stroke even deeper than before. He sped up the tempo, going faster as my walls spread wider and wider, the squelching from my hot, slick pussy growing so loud as drool slipped out from the sides of my lips.

I can’t believe how pleasurable this is… orgasms in two different woman’s bodies so close to each other… I don’t think I can ever turn my back on female pleasure…

With a bellow, the Minotaur came, the hot sensation of seed spurting inside me pushing me into my second orgasm in this body. My walls clamped down hard on his dick, milking it for all it was worth while sweat drenched down us both. We collapsed on the ground, grateful for a breather, while I took a little more of an erotic thrill from the compression of my hosts breasts on the cool grass.

I was so right to do this… defiling a memory editor like this, who knew it could be done?

I sighed contentedly, before noticing something strange coming from the body.

Wait, what does that mean…? What’s happening to me??