Steal Heather's body

Bare thighs touching as she lay on top of me, the smell of sex in the air of the portapotty, the sensation of Heathers breathing as she lay on my lap. I felt it all at once, as clarity came onto me.

Isn’t the whole point of these powers just to surrender to your instincts and have a good time? And right now… I think I want to have a good time inside Heather’s skin.

The spines burst out of my fingertips, the pain filling me with a twisted satisfaction, before I flicked up Heather’s skirt and sunk them easily into one of her luscious ass cheeks. She couldn’t help but moan at the sudden feeling, barely registering the pain as she was filled with the skinwalker fluid, its strange decadent malaise combining with her **** to give a truly unique high.

Sighing breathlessly, a look of dreamy release on her face, her filling left her until she was just a warm vacant shell, waiting to be worn. I caught her skin as it deflated and flicked it around, watching as it slipped effortlessly out of her pink and white sailor outfit, her empty breasts hanging down and her usually gorgeous face sagged and hollow.

“Mhmm, Heather. I think you’ll be even prettier with me as your filling.”

I smirked, the affection in my voice seeming insincere and taunting when combined with such an evil act. But first…

I laid Heather’s skin on my lap as I closer my eyes, grateful still for the privacy of the portapotty as I dipped inside Rachel’s head. Entering her mind-space, I visualized approaching her memories, seeing them appear as a strip like film-reel before getting sucked inside her memory editor.

When I opened my eyes, I was in a strange town, with dark purples and blues, and vibrant oranges and greens mixed together, forming a color palette, adding little highlights to the conventional colors and giving a more stylized version of reality. It seemed like an old, old town on the American East coast, not quite a real one but one that was made up of different memories. It had a classic, almost wholesome charm, but with lighting and decorations that changed and warped it, a recognizable façade shifted into something else. It was clear Halloween had inspired her memory editor, and the spirit of the holiday infected everything.

Pumpkins and stalls sat all around, and the streets were crowded with people in costume, dressed as Frankenstein's monsters, and werewolves, ghosts and zombies, all the usual suspects and plenty of unusual ones too. The closer I looked however, the more it became obvious that they weren’t just costumes; these people had all been warped and changed, and had entirely become what they were dressed as.

As I floated around them, I glanced down at my ordinary, un-costumed male body and felt a pang of disappointment.

I guess I’m the only one who didn’t come in costume…

This memory editor was a different experience from Lisa’s, and not just because it was a different person. My vision still kept the weird effects I’d experienced since coming to the rave, the strange Euphoria rushing around my head. I guessed as long as I stayed inside Rachel while she was on ****, I would still feel their effect.

Studying the people around me, I could tell these costumed people weren’t expressly remembered people, rather they were similar to the lights and streamers up above, or the crunchy autumn leaves littering the ground; decorations, helping to set the scene of Rachel’s favorite aesthetic.

I wondered about myself here, as the skinwalker who was inside her memory editor. Was the memory editor purely a skinwalker thing? I had no way of knowing. How much influence could I exert here? Could I play with the decorations a little?

I lifted a pumpkin experimentally and threw it, noticing it flew through the air and smashed into a wall, messy hunks of its gooey interior that hadn’t quite been cleared out splattering around the ground. No one reacted, and the people turned monsters who populated the area around me kept up their merrymaking.

So, it seems the consequences aren’t too great for messing with the decorations…

I knew I didn’t need to be inside her memory editor long, but I still wanted to have a little fun while I was here. After all, Halloween was my favorite holiday too. I glanced at my body, dissatisfaction playing out over my face. Ordinary trainers, blue jeans and a grey hoodie. I know I dressed like this a lot, and it was a classic outfit you couldn’t really go wrong with, but compared to all these colorful characters around me, it just seemed so bland.

I floated around through the crowd, eventually finding some people who interested me. Three Eighteen year old high-school girls, one dressed as an Egyptian Mummy, one dressed as a witch, and one dressed as a zombie cheerleader. They were laughing and walking along, chatting. I stood in front of them, scrutinizing them. They didn’t seem to notice.

Experimentally, I reached out and grabbed the zombie cheerleader. My hand on her arm, she stopped, not seeming to notice she was being held back. Her friends continued walking and talking amongst themselves. I flicked her around, admiring her tight body and blonde hair in pigtails, her cheerleader outfit, purple and white with bloodstains on her top and flared skirt, her nice flat belly with abdominal muscles that hinted that she might actually be a cheerleader.

Her iris’s were white and her face pale, with black cracked lipstick and bloody wounds and stitches laid out about her body. It seemed like they’d been positioned to keep her pretty, but the magic of the town meant she really was a zombie now, so they oozed blood and looked menacing. A lewd thought came to me, a reckless opportunity to test the memory editor and my capabilities within it, naturally one of the most esoteric parts of the skinwalker ability.

I idly considered whether the **** were making me more reckless too as I reached to her lips and spread them open, her zombie face keeping the strange vacant expression even while her mouth opened wide. I floated above her, my legs seeming to grow more like a spirit as they almost blew like candle smoke towards her throat.

I felt a smirk come on me at the little implications before I rammed my legs down her throat, seeing them compress and seem to spread within her. My torso followed, her body falling to its knees as I filled it, before I let my head disappear into her mouth completely. It was totally dark inside her body, and I didn’t feel within myself in any way human any longer.

I felt amorphous, like I was a blob, or smoke coiled, able to move freely. I felt the confines of the space, acknowledging it as the host body I’d stolen for nothing more than aesthetics for the brief time I’d be inside Rachel’s memory editor, before I rushed my form out into her limbs and head.

Light and sound returned all at once with a gasp, hands in the grass as I fell forward.

“Yes…”

Satisfaction dripped through the female voice I’d stolen as I admired the dark purple fingernails of my host, standing as I gazed down at the zombie cheerleader body below me.

“Mmmm, not bad…”

I licked her lips as I gave my new breasts a squeeze, even enjoying the strangely metallic taste from them.

It’s probably blood… this is so macabre!

I giggled as I skipped around in a girly fashion, shamelessly enjoying this zombified young woman’s body I’d taken. I started walking with glee towards the main building of the town square, taking great enjoyment in my procurement of a body that fitted in so well in Rachel’s memory editor, and in hiding my unassuming male body inside something attractive and feminine again.

The main building seemed to be the town hall, done in neoclassical style to appear like a grand Roman temple, bloody hand-prints and skeletons all around emphasizing that Halloween had fully repurposed it. I skipped inside, finding the main hall filled with revellers, while an old-fashioned projector played Rachel’s memories.

I knew this was where I’d find it… as long as I wear her skin, it seems I have the perfect knowledge to move through this place.

Rachel had been a willing participant in being skinned, so I knew I didn’t have to blank out her memories of me. Although… now that she was completely at my mercy, I could anyway. Go back to my ordinary life, leave her and her strange fetish behind altogether. Problem solved. But then… I didn’t really want to.

While Rachel was clearly kinda unhinged, she was also unique. Someone who actually wanted to be worn, who actually sought me out, and wasn’t disgusted by the monster I was becoming? Her motivations were dubious, but then again, I imagined so would anyone’s if they were really going to support a skinwalker. Still though… I felt an affinity for her.

She wasn’t so different from me. Really, we had the same fetish in a way, and the more I’d been giving myself over to the power of the skinwalker, the more I’d realized she was just who I needed around me. I gave a sentimental smile as I thought about it. Still though, stealing her bestfriend's body might be a little much, and the rough futanari sex from inside her body might be too…

I laughed sheepishly as I covered up those memories, leaving the only alteration an increasing blur as the **** in the rave took effect. This way, I could just wake her up once I was in Heather’s form and keep partying with her; leaving Alex a mystery, at least until I revealed myself to her again.

Satisfied with my changes, I prepared to leave her memory editor. Before I left though... I looked down at the body my spirit had decided to wear while I was here.

It would be a shame to leave without testing out what this body is capable of, right? Hmmm…