She settles into her new role

After her little game in the lift, Helen had gone to Donna's desk and began to go through her emails and calendar. Her day was filled with meetings, and it was a good opportunity for Helen to get a feel for her new identity. Though she was keen to put her plans for Donna's fantasies into motion, the idea of fully immersing herself in this new life was appealing. Helen realised until now she had only possessed people for short periods of time, but the idea of actually living in someone else's life for a few weeks or months was very tempting.

'I think I'll be Donna for a while,' Helen thought to herself. 'I could get used to being her.' She caught her reflection in the screen of her computer and smirked. She had been admiring her new body constantly, unable to get enough of her curvy form. Donna's face was just as gorgeous, she had aged very well, her skin was smooth and her features were sharp.

Helen was drawn from her thoughts by a notification popping up in the corner of the screen. She had a department meeting in a few minutes and needed to get to the conference room.

Scanning her host's memories, Helen realised it was a meeting she needed to give a presentation at. Helen felt a wave of anxiety flood through her, but she soon pushed it aside, deciding to embrace the challenge. If she was going to inhabit this body for the foreseeable future, she was going to have to get used to doing her job. Helen quickly found the document with Donna's notes for the presentation and printed it. Picking up the paper from the printer, she strode down the corridor to the conference room.

When she walked in, the first person she saw was the man from the lift. He was stood in the corner talking to a colleague, but when he caught sight of her, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He looked a little flustered and quickly averted his eyes. Helen smirked and winked, and the man's face grew redder.

Taking a seat near the front, Helen waited as her colleagues filed in, chatting amongst themselves. She took a moment to search Donna's memories, identifying everyone and gathering some basic information about each of them. Her department was overwhelming male and mostly middle aged. The handful of women seemed to be of a similar age to Donna, but were nowhere near as attractive.

As the last person entered the room and closed the door, the room became silent and everyone turned to face the front. Donna's boss, a tall, greying man called Michael, stood up and greeted the room. Helen felt a small flicker of arousal in the pit of her stomach. He was one of the men featured in Donna's fantasies, and she could easily see why. He was well-dressed and handsome, his strong frame filling his expensive suit. He was clean-shaven, and his hair was styled in a neat, short style.

Helen delved deeply into her host's memories, finding her most prominent fantasies and the scenarios surrounding them. Donna had often fantasised about Michael asking her to stay late in his office and bending her over his desk. One particular fantasy was a lot racier, involving Donna on her knees, sucking her boss's cock. In her fantasy, he was forceful, telling her what a dirty little slut she was.

Helen had to focus on keeping her breathing even as a flush spread up her neck and into her face. Her mind was racing, imagining herself doing those things with Michael. The idea of her being the object of his sexual desires was very appealing, and the thought of him fucking her was a major turn on.

'Not yet,' she told herself, taking a deep breath.

Michael was still talking, and she had barely been paying attention. Helen **** herself to listen, forcing her arousal back down. She didn't need to be thinking about sex right now, she had a presentation to give.

"Okay, that's the agenda sorted," Michael said. "Now Donna has a couple of things to run through with us. Are you ready, Donna?"

"Yes," Helen almost yelped, her voice a little higher than she'd intended. She cleared her throat and smiled. "Sorry, I'm ready."

"Go ahead," Michael said, settling back in his chair.

Helen got up and walked around the table to the front of the room. She felt self-conscious, and her nerves were fluttering in the pit of her stomach. But as her gaze moved around the room, taking in her co-workers' expressions, a different emotion began to rise. It was confidence, and it felt amazing.

As she stood in front of her colleagues, looking at the men seated around the table, she felt an intense, burning arousal. All of these men desired her. Their faces betrayed them, their lustful eyes lingering on her curves, their pupils dilated. Helen had never felt more powerful.

A sordid thought crossed her mind, she could use a massive Trojan thought spell to make these men all want her, and they could ravish her. They could pass her around, taking her over and over again, and then she could make them forget it ever happened. But she had never cast a Trojan thought spell on that many people, and she was a little concerned about the result.