Chapter 7
by outerwell
As she went into the changing room...
The Problem Moved Onwards...
She entered the locker room, walking through the antechamber for coats and shoes. The room was split into to halves: the left for the restroom and showers, the right for lockers. As she went to the right, there were three other employees in the room, chatting and getting changed. Alice recognized all of them.
Facing her own locker, Kim was talking in her plain, white bra and panties about the surgery she had just performed. Kim was a Korean-born immigrant who was about to gain residency in the hospital, who was well-liked and well-respected for her great creativity and intuition in surgery. To her left sitting on separate benches listening, were Tabitha and Hannah. Tabitha was a Ukrainian-born nurse in her 30s, normal size but with curvy features and a round face. Hannah was black and in her late 20s, who worked in the Psychiatric Department. Alice had mused that the hospital had a very diverse crew, but it really did take all types to make a world-renowned hospital.
Alice smiled and waved, exchanging a short greeting before turning to her own locker, on the dividing wall, her back towards the girls. As she stared down at her pants, which now had a visible stain on the front, she felt a moment of truth approaching. She unbuttoned her pants, pulled them down, and held them up. Nothing. Not a single twitch. What in the world...
Peter couldn't take it any longer. Out of all the places to move, he shouldn't have picked the most pungent area of all. The lewdness of the material seemed to control his thoughts, and when the pants fell and light fell on his form, it was as if a switch had been pressed.
Hands groped Alice's behind. She twisted around only to see the three girls, who looked at her questioningly.
"What is wrong, Alice?" Kim asked
"Oh, nothing, just thought someone had... poked me. Must've just been my imagination." Alice said with a weak smile.
"Nope, none of us did it." Hannah replied
"Ah, sorry then." she apologized
God-fucking damnit. Whatever had been messing with her pants had now moved to her panties. She decided to end this now!
As she reached for the panties...
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It's a Phase
The accounts of certain aberrations in reality.
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- clothes, possession, body control, ghost, handjob, invisible, shower, hair, urination, peeing, masturbation, mind control
Updated on Sep 28, 2017
by outerwell
Created on Nov 22, 2014
by outerwell
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