Girls on Ice

Aaron dropped Natalie and Sasha's souls into the potato and peach respectively - whatever he was going to do with them, he could do it after he'd had fun with their bodies. After sticking both into the fridge, he took his soul back to the couch where Sasha's vacant body lay.

It took some wiggling to move his current body under her resting head, but when he was finally in position, he tilted the glass over his girlfriend's sleeping form.

The transition was just as disorienting as ever, his sense of gravity shifting as he suddenly found himself lying on his back, his head resting in a woman's lap. Natalie's vacant eyes looked down at him from above her breasts, which now rose a fell gently as she breathed.

Careful to recover the shot glass, Aaron sat up to find that Sasha's body felt... tighter than his sister's. Not in a sexual way - it just felt like there was a lot more energy pent up inside it. He felt like he could run a hundred miles, jump over a skyscraper and fuck a thousand times and still be good for seconds. It was with a pang of annoyance that he realised there was no way she could have possibly been satisfied with just him, and a quick scroll through the messages on her phone proved him right.

It turned out the reason he only saw her once or twice a week and even then only for a few hours was because she was fucking at least ten other guys in between. Going through their profiles, it was also clear that they had a lot more to offer, reinforcing the idea that she only kept him around to make fun of him behind his back.

While the revelation might have left him shaking with rage earlier that day, being cheated on seemed fairly trivial now that he had imprisoned her soul in a piece of fruit and stolen her body. Much like Natalie, he had taken everything from her, and so instead was determined to have as much fun as possible at her expense.

He was considering Natalie's vacant body when he remembered the peach and potato soul still left in the kitchen.