The Potato Takes Root

Aaron felt the world lurch as Potatosasha rolled off of Natalie and onto the carpet. The potato lay there for some time as it caught its breath, but struggle as he might, Aaron could manage little more than a twitch in his girlfriend's stolen body.

Instead, he felt... something. A probing sensation within himself. The world went dark as Sasha's eyes closed themselves and with a sinking feeling, Aaron realised the potato spirit was concentrating; focusing its will.

With a jolt, Aaron felt it prodding at his mind. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation as such, but knowing his current circumstances, he recoiled in terror. Nevertheless, he was trapped in this body he had lost control of, and it wasn't long before his soul was cornered.

With horrifying slowness, he felt a tendril of the potato spirit burrow into his own. It wasn't strong enough to eat him yet, but he could feel its will leeching into him, shaping his thoughts. Against his will, he found his mind casting back to when he had first found the multitool and discovered what it was capable of.

She's stealing my memories, Aaron thought in a kind of detached stupor, images from earlier that morning and the evening prior replaying in his mind's eye.

With a smile of satisfaction, Sasha's body raised itself off the floor. Still not entirely used to walking, it tottered unsteadily towards the bag Aaron had brought with him. With a heavy dread, Aaron knew what she was looking for - a suspicion confirmed when she triumphantly pulled out the multitool.