Put on an Act

Aaron decided that it would be best to deceive Natalie into thinking things were fine - at least for now.

From a practical perspective, that meant removing his penis from her body, storing both the potato and peach inside it, possessing Natalie long enough to wash and put her clothes back on, then leaving her empty body on the couch while he jumped back into Sasha. After getting dressed in what Sasha had been wearing that day, Aaron lifted up her skirt and reattached his dick to her crotch, tucking it into her panties.

With everything prepared, he pulled Natalie's soul out of the potato.

It really didn't look good. It still wasn't as bad as the potato had been originally, but the dim, sluggish thing hanging from the tweezers seemed almost lifeless. As an experiment, Aaron dropped it on the table and watched it lay there for several seconds before it tried sluggishly to crawl away.

"Gee Nat, you look like shit," Aaron said, picking it up again. "I dunno if you're even gonna fit in your old body. Think I might have to just keep it for myself."

Natalie's soul landed on her vacant body with a jiggle and slowly sank into her skin. Several long seconds passed and Aaron began to worry that she'd passed into a literally vegetative state.

He poked her cheek and was relieved to hear her moan a complaint.

"Nat," He said, poking her again.

"Mmmm."

"Naaat~" Poke, poke.

"Fugorf."

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

Nat's eyes opened the slightest amount, focused on Aaron's borrowed face and scrunched up in confused recognition.

"Sash?" she slurred. "The fuck are-? Where am I?"

Of course, the last thing she remembers is being in her room, Aaron thought. Better come up with a cover story.

"Where the fuck do you think you are? You've been passed out on my couch all night."

Natalie seemed to zone out as she tried to think. "I don't... I don't remember."

Aaron did his best impersonation of Sasha's laugh. "Duh. That's why you drink tequila in the first place, right?"

Natalie frowned, confusion creasing her face. "But I don't like tequila. And don't do the simp-giggle around me - it's gross."

Shit, Aaron thought. Of course Sasha's giggle was fake. And despite her sluggish state, Natalie was already eyeing him with suspicion. He could try to keep up the charade, or just drop it an start fucking "with" her in earnest.