Willow's reaction makes you want her body for good

After the impromptu blowjob, you each separately went into Willow's bathroom to clean yourselves up.

While the sink was running in the bathroom, you sat heavily on the couch and planted your chin on your fists. The memory of Willow's body dancing to your every whim ran like fire through your mind. It was intoxicating. It burned away every other consideration.

You knew this was just temporary, you knew Willow was really doing you a favor by helping you recover and survive this next month, but her reaction to being controlled - her willingness, eagerness even - it was like somebody pulled a lever in your head.

Her words resonated with you.

Something about being totally controlled by you, to do exactly what you want, to be unable to do anything about it, feels amazing to me. I can't explain it, I don't want to. I just want to enjoy it. No pain, but everything else you would want of me, you can have...

"Ooh, somebody's thinking fun thoughts," said your palm.

You held up your talking hand and sighed. "You can read my mind now?"

Chloe laughed, her lips forming a smile between your fingers. "Uh, hello, what part of 'I'm the scaffolding holding up your body' don't you understand? That includes your brain. Some slime doctor I'd be if I couldn't pick up on local traffic."

Frowning, you **** yourself to relinquish control over Willow, who you realized had been dancing cutely and humming one of your favorite songs in the bathroom while she brushed her teeth. Your awareness of her faded, but it was still present, if dim.

Chloe chided you, this time in your thoughts. "I told you not to waste this opportunity. I know what you're thinking, and you should just ask Willow! What's the worst that could happen?"

Her voice occurred to you almost as if it were your own, but it was tinged green somehow. It was impossible to describe - Chloe's thought-voice just _felt green _to you.

"The worst that could happen is that Willow will back out of all this and will think I'm a creep for the rest of time," you reply back, with a scowl. "I like her, if you can read my mind you should know that - I don't want to lose her. And she already made her limits clear. I can't just _ignore _them to ask her."

Chloe laughed again. "Then don't ask her, Jason. Like I said - this will be good for her. Or for her body. Or whatever!"

You sat back in shock in Willow's couch. "Excuse me?!"

The doctor withdrew in thought for a second, then patiently explained what she meant, her voice much calmer in your mind. "People, in general, are way too persnickety about the line between body and mind. From my point of view, the nervous system is just another system - just like the digestive or circulatory or reproductive system. Yet nobody asks the digestive system if it wants to eat healthy, or the respiratory system if it wants to go on a run."

You wanted to argue. Clearly there was a difference between the nervous system and other systems. The nervous system was a person. Personality, memories, decision-making, the brain was what defined being human.

But... if you made those points to Chloe, you knew you'd never have the guts to ever ask her for what you really wanted.

"Say no more, Jason," Chloe said, tongue in cheek. "You're my patient and my symbiote here, not Willow. As far as I'm concerned, if it helps you, and Willow, it's a good thing. So should I get started now, or...?"

"No," you said, standing up. "If I want to do this... I need to ask her. Or at least explain."

You waited for Willow to be done in the bathroom. After a minute, your curvy, shy, purple-haired friend came out into the main room, once again clad in her baggy hoodie and well-fitting jeans.

She almost ran right into your chest. Her head was down, and her face was red. Without your control guiding her, she looked totally embarrassed.

Willow avoided your eyes. "A-about what happened," she said, swallowing and shuddering at the memory of what she did with her mouth to your dick. "I don't - well, I know what came over me. You came over me. Just... I told you it was okay. It feels like you're gone? I have control again."

"About that," you said.

Willow went rigid and looked up at you with wide eyes, redder than ever. "Like I told you, um, I really didn't mind you controlling me. Terrifying, I said it was terrifying, maybe that was too strong? You can - it was easier when you - I mean, I didn't mind doing something sexy to you, I, I-"

You shush her. "Listen. Did you really mean what you said? That anything I wanted of you, I could have, so long as it didn't cause you pain? That I could control your whole body from head to toe, whenever I wanted, for whatever I wanted?"

Willow fretted with her hands. She looked so ****, so adorable, despite her dark hoodie and cool purple hair. "Did I say that?" she asked, her face screwing up. "Doing whatever you want me to... yes. Yes, I guess I said that. I mean I never thought something like this would ever happen to me. Maybe I wasn't really thinking it through, though..."

"From head to toe," you reiterated. "That's... okay with you, right? You meant that? Yes or no."

There was only one word you needed to hear from Willow now. One word that separated you from the custom girlfriend of your dreams.

Your seriousness shook Willow from her flip-flopping. "I... yes. Just so long as you're healing, and you need me."

"Yes or no, only," you told her again, gently.

"Yes... yes." She looked more certain now. More confident. "I meant what I said. I trust you."

"Thank you. That's all I needed to know." You made your decision and took a deep breath. You were about to do this for real. "Chloe?"

"Yes, Jason?" said Chloe, brightly. She spoke out of your hand now, so Willow could hear.

You nodded. "Could you be Willow? Total control."

Willow blinked. "Huh?"

But then she blinked again, and smiled broadly, a smile that would never have been on her lips before today. 'Willow' tilted her shoulders and put a hand on her hip, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Willow?" you asked, heart hammering hard.

"What can I do for you, boss?" asked Chloe, as Willow. "I've just moved my slime into 'my' brain. I know everything Willow does. Or, well, I know everything I do. Always gets a little confusing..."

"Then this shouldn't be too hard," you said, then you sat down on the couch and patted the cushion beside you. Smiling, Willow joined you, and you explained what you wanted her to do.

--

Over the next couple weeks, you lived mostly life as normal, but your thoughts were never far from Willow. Or rather, the opportunity Willow had given you.

While you went about business as usual, enjoying a lot of time off from Hideki labs thanks to your paid medical leave, Willow was dealing with a laundry list of tasks you'd assigned.

Willow put in her two weeks notice at the bar the day you had Chloe slip into the driver's seat. Then, she called her family and told them she was heading off to Europe, and not to look too hard for her. It was just her mom and her sister, and they weren't super close, so there were no real teary farewells.

Finally, Willow sold off her apartment contract, and listed anything too valuable to unload at the thrift store as a donation or sell at a pawnshop on ebay.

On her last night of work, you drove over to pick Willow up from the bar. She traipsed out, whistling a happy tune, right to your car door. She wore a pair of tennis shoes, black tights, a red polo, and a black skirt. Her purple hair was tied back to keep it out of her face - must've been a busy night.

You stepped out to greet her.

"Here," she said, handing you a thick manilla envelope.

"This is everything?" you asked, feeling its weight.

Willow nodded, a wistful, sort of nostalgic feeling on her face. "It's kind of sad now that it's really happening. I think I'll miss it."

You opened the envelope. The lighting wasn't great by the streetlights, but you saw it was filled with packs of hundred-dollar bills.

"Sold the last of it this morning, but I had to take some hits to make it happen," she reported. "My nice guitar only got a couple hundred bucks from a buyer in Detroit. Now that you have that envelope, I don't own a thing except the clothes on my back. I even quit my night classes at the business college and deleted all my internet and social media accounts. " Willow spread her arms and did a full 360 spin on her heel - her hair fluttered out prettily behind her. "What you see is what you get. No house, no car, no clothes, nothing. Just this beautiful little body I've got. Well. That you've got." She threw this in with a wink.

You nodded, excitement racing all over your skin. It was finally happening. But something in Chloe's - that is, Willow's voice troubled you. "What do you mean, you think you'll miss it?"

Willow shrugged and sighed. "Being me," she said simply. "I'm listening to my inner Willow voice. She doesn't really understand what's going on yet."

"Can I talk to her for a second?"

Willow nodded, and the real Willow showed herself. But her expressions were muted. Her tone, quiet, when you could tell she wanted to raise her voice and find out what was going on.

"Jason, what's happening? Why am I doing - why are you making me do all of this?" she asked, a tear appearing on her cheek. "I gave all my diaries to a homeless shelter. I gave my art portfolio to my mom?"

"I'm starting over," you said, stroking her cheek compassionately. "I've always liked you, Willow. And you've given me a gift nobody else could. You. All of you, head to toe. So that's what I'm giving back to you. A new start. A world where you know who you are, and everything makes sense. Where you can be someone who's happy."

You smiled, and brushed her lips with your thumb. "I love you for that, Willow. I always will. I promise I'll always remember you," you said. "Now please. Forget for me."

Chloe, unseen, moved into action.

Willow blinked, and her eyes glowed gently with an inner green light. The young woman went stiff, and her expression went blank. "What's... happening...?"

"I'm cleansing your mind," said Chloe, from Willow's mouth, a gentle, sweet tone in her voice. "All of the good and the bad, all tangled together. Soon everything's going to be okay."

Willow breathed a relaxed sigh, her glowing eyes fluttering closed and working left to right, like she was dreaming.

You held her by the waist, keeping her upright as she swayed.

Some part of her fought back, briefly. Her face looked troubled. She shook her head. "No... no, please... can't... forget..."

But her pleas weakened and quieted, and soon she was perfectly serene.

In a minute, it was over. The purple-haired woman stood tranquil. Still.

From within your mind, Chloe reported. "She's all yours." This was said with the impression of a soft smile. "I'll give you two some space. Let me know if you need me."

Silence prevailed, and you looked down on the plush, curvy girl snuggled in your arms.

With barely the slightest thought, she animated and said the words you've been fantasizing about since that fateful day Willow volunteered to be yours.

"Nice to finally meet you Jason," said the woman who was once Willow, grinning knowingly up at you. "So who am I gonna be for you? Or should I ask, what?"

She was totally responsive to your thoughts. Your once friend and crush was now your second body. An empty vessel, save for your will.