Target Her Weak Spot

Brute **** could go either way, but Aaron knew of a better tactic and double back in on himself instead.

Natalie felt the **** trying to wrest control of her body suddenly vanish, and had enough time to wonder what had happened when a sudden squirming sensation between her legs made her double over with a moan.

From Aaron's perspective, it was like trying to chew, except his "mouth" had no jaw and no tongue, so instead it was just kind of wriggling around.

From Natalie's perspective, an invisible, slimy worm had burrowed into her pussy and started thrashing around inside her, bringing her to her knees as the raw intensity overwhelmed her.

"Oh fu-! Fuck! Hoooly fuck!"

There wasn't anything for her to fight against, and the sick perversion of being **** into orgasm by her own possessed pussy turned her on in exactly the way Aaron had been hoping. He felt the pressure welling up inside himself first, timing his attack as he felt Natalie's mind explode into white noise.

A moment later and he was gasping on the floor, fingernails digging into the floorboards and filled with the ebbing glow of climax. He could also feel Natalie's soul wriggling violently in protest, trying to pull the same trick and regain control, but Aaron wasn't nearly as turned on by the antics of the moment anymore.

Instead, he steadied himself, grabbed the multitool and sliced along the surface of his crotch. Natalie's pussy with Natalie inside it peeled off as a strip of flesh, leaving a Barbie-smooth mound behind.

Instantly, the pressure from his abdomen disappeared, and Aaron was able to collapse in exhaustion. The day's events had taken a mental toll, and he found himself having to make a conscious effort just to avoid thinking of himself as Allie. Even just trying to recall the events that day had him struggling with the conflicting memories of that morning's experiment with the multitool and Allie's own dreary existence.

Dragging himself to the bathroom, Aaron looked at the body he inhabited through his sister's eyes. His feelings about being inside her were... different? It had been hot to dominate her earlier because it was ****, but he could feel Allie's genuine attraction to a figure he'd learned to revile his entire life.

He shivered. He'd "eaten" her, which made him the dominant ****, but she was technically the more complete soul, having not been diminished at all during the last 24 hours' worth of fooling around. The strength of will he had stolen from her had saved him, but if he kept her as a part of him, it was only a matter of time before he stopped thinking of himself as himself.

He also felt bad for Allie. She'd been tempted, **** and then tricked into becoming a part of this, but from the memories he had stolen, he could tell that she felt she had very little to lose walking into a nympho stranger's apartment. He wasn't sure what she would do if he tried to restore her - wasn't even sure if it was possible.

Was he willing to allow her to become the greater part of his sense of self, or would he try to save her and recover on his own terms?