Teasing Manda

“Aw…did your fun get cut short? Such a shame that your hands obey me, not you.” Manda’s voice boomed above her in a sinister tone.

Manda desperately tried to squirm, eliciting only a small amount of pleasure through her entire being by slowly moving her lips with little control of her own muscles she had left. She could feel her hand hovering inches away from her and exhausted all the energy she could trying to pull her hips into it. She was left disappointed once both hands started massaging her breasts, the soapy water feeling nice against her rebellious body.

“Sorry, Manda, but these hands are mine now. Don’t you get it, silly? I already told you…”

Manda helplessly twitched at the unwelcome sensation of two fingers shoving themselves into her back door, a feeling she absolutely hated but was **** to take.

“You’re just my PUPPET!” Mandy screamed, fingering herself faster now. “And I can do whatever I want with this body!”

Manda was screaming internally as much as her mouth moaned far above her. Trapped in a cycle of constant arousal, she almost didn’t care about getting her body back, or the fact that she was a hostage to her own rogue slit. As far as Manda was worried about was getting release after all she’s been through.

Mandy was interrupted when she heard a knock at the door, pulling her fingers out of her stolen ass and turning off the water.

“I was hoping my favorite cock would show up for more fun…” Mandy chuckled as she turned off the water

After stepping out of the shower, Mandy toweled herself off and strutted out of the bathroom completely naked to show off her new assets…

—-

“Yeah, keep struggling. You’ll thank me later after we get the girl of our dreams!” Mike’s crotch taunted him.

Mike could only watch as his legs dragged him into the apartment building before him, somehow impressed his dick seemed to know exactly where to go as it piloted his body. He struggled for control of his hand as it balled into a fist to knock on the door, **** for Manda not to see him after he “kidnapped” her lower body and had his way with it.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his fist pounding on the door. Unable to move, he could already feel the embarrassment of how he must’ve looked standing in the hallway of the building, awkwardly struggling against an unseen ****. His face became even more flush once the door opened, revealing the naked and freshly showered Manda behind it leaning against the door frame.

With only a yelp, Mike’s hand was yanked into the apartment with the door slamming behind him. Unable to react, Manda wrapped her nude form against him. She pressed her lips against his and **** her tongue into his mouth. Mike quickly found himself in control of his arms or at least enough to push Manda off of him.

“Isn’t it great Mike?” Manda excitedly gasped as she licked her lips.

“W-what?” Mike asked, exasperated from the events that just took place.

“We can finally be together!”

Mike frowned, confused that Manda wasn’t bashing in his skull after stealing her legs the night before.

“You dummy! Don’t you recognize me?” Manda teased, tilting her head like a curious cat.

“Mandy?!”

“Now he’s up to speed! How do I look? Now I have tits, hands, and a mouth for your pleasure. I should’ve taken over Manda’s body a long time ago, I feel great!”

“No, Mandy! This isn’t what I wanted!”

“Don’t act stupid, you knew this was gonna happen! Why else would you come back?”

“Because if he won’t have you, I will!” Mike’s cock shouted.

“Oh? This is new, my lovely cock wants to have a say…” Mandy bent over and started undoing Mike’s pants.

“No, stop!” Mike protested once his arms stuck to his sides against his will.

“That’s right, baby. I belong to you!” Mike’s cock cooed once it was free.

Before it could say anything else, Mandy simply planted a kiss on the tip of Mike’s erection and it instantly became lifeless. Mike watched as dick turned flaccid in front of Manda’s smirking face.

“W-what did you do?” Mike nervously asked, moving his arms around.

“I simply put him asleep. I have big plans for you, Mike. If you don’t want me but he does, then we’ll have to do something about it. So get cozy, because you’re in for a treat…”

Mike gulped, afraid that he was going to end up in a similar situation as his former friend. She grabbed his hand once again and led him to the couch, turning on the TV fetching two glasses of wine.

Mandy handed him a glass and snuggled up next to him, pressing her breasts against him in the process. Mike, despite the possible danger he was in, was turned on by feeling her nipples on his arm.

Mandy turned on some show from Netflix and began taking sips from her wine. Mike just sat, looking at the TV but not really watching, his stomach kept twisting and turning at the thought of what might happen to him and Manda if he let things happen the way they were going.

“So you said you had some sort of plan? What’s that mean?” Mike asked, trying to prod for answers and break the silence.

“Mm? Don’t worry about that. It’ll spoil the surprise. Why don’t you drink your wine.” Mandy yawned as she finished her glass.

“I’d prefer not to yet.”

“Why? You say that like I did something to your drink!”

Mandy playfully punched Mike’s arm before standing up to pour another glass. After several drinks, Mandy started breaking the ice with small talk about memories of when Mike lived with Manda, what being a pussy was like, and how excited she was the first time she was able to talk to Mike. The more she talked, the more wine she poured until she polished off the rest of the bottle.

“Hey…you gonna finish that…?” Mandy giggled, pointing towards Mike’s glass.

“Uh, go for it.”

Mike watched Mandy chug the whole glass before putting it on the table, curious to see if there really was something wrong with the drink made for him. If it was the case, he assumed that she was too drunk to remember or care. It was kind of funny to him in a sense that Mandy was this drunk considering Manda usually had a higher **** tolerance.

“Hey Mike, I know things have been kinda weird…wanna fuck?” Mandy stammered.

“What?”

“Come on… this time I have a full body to pleasure you with, I can even get into character if you want me too…fuck the girl of your dreams?”

Mandy then sat back and spread her legs, but Mike turned his head away and debated indulging Mandy again.

“Mike?”

Mike turned his head around and was immediately confused at what he saw. Mandy was out cold, head on the armrest and hands on her stomach with her legs still spread open. He waved a hand in front of Mandy’s face to see if she was out; the drink really was spiked.

“MIKE!” The voice sounding like Mandy/Manda’s shouted from somewhere other than her mouth. “Down here, idiot!”

Mike lowered himself between Mandy’s legs, in front of her twitching vagina.

“Mandy?” He asked.

“Ew! I told you never to call me that!” The pussy scoffed.

“Manda!” Mike’s heart was beating a million miles an hour.

“What the fuck did you do to me? Get me out of…my pussy! Fix this!” Manda scolded Mike

“What makes you think I wanted any of this? My life was completely normal until your pussy got tired of your shit and now I’m gonna end up like you so either keep bitching about it or help me!”

“Sorry, you’re right…”

“Now Mandy kept talking about some plan she had, what was it?”

“I kind of heard what my other parts were talking about, they want to take your cock from you…”

“W-what?! Why?” Mike was stunned at the statement.

“I don’t know! You can use your hands to google something on your phone?”

Mike sighed, but it was his only option he could think of before Mandy or his dick woke up and started causing trouble again. After many searches of “organ autonomy,” “sentient limbs,” and “body parts gaining minds of their own,” he finally came across a Dr. Tasha Schuhmacher that specialized in “beyond restless legs and body misbehavior.”

Carefully dressing Manda/Mandy’s **** body and carrying it to his car, he set her down in his passenger seat and made sure nobody was watching him. He could hear Manda mumbling something behind her pants, so he undid them for her to talk.

“You dumbass, why didn’t you put any underwear on me? These jeans are definitely gonna chafe!”

“I need you to be able to talk so this Tasha doesn’t think I’m a crazy kidnapper!”

“Well… I mean…” Manda teased.

“Just shut up until we get there!”

Pulling into a driveway, Mike verified the address on his phone to the house he was parked at. Expecting a full doctor’s office, Mike shrugged as he unbuckled himself and Manda’s body, making sure Mandy wasn’t stirring awake. He grabbed her out of the car and carried her to the door and started pounding on the door, hoping he didn’t look as insane as he felt. His heart jumped when the door opened, revealing a brunette woman in her late 20s about his height, wearing a lab coat, black leggings, and a pair of black flats.

“You’ve reached Dr. Schuhmacher, how can I help?” Tasha calmly asked, pushing some of her long hair behind her ear.

Before Mike could answer, Manda cut in.

“DOC! My vagina took over my body! You gotta help me!” Manda pleaded from between her own legs.

“Why don’t you come in and we’ll figure out what’s going on?”

Mike nodded as he walked into a an average home, noticing minimal decor besides a treadmill and plenty of foot spa and leg care products strewn about. He laid Manda’s body on the couch before sitting next to it as the doctor sat across from them. Mike noticed that as Tasha sat there, her legs kept fidgeting and her feet occasionally popped out of her flats to dangle them on her toes. Caught up ogling the doctor’s delicate feet, he didn’t notice Tasha staring at him.

“They look cute don’t they? I try to keep good care of them so they stay happy.” Tasha giggled.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to stare!” Mike felt his face flush with embarrassment.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Ever since they came to life when I was in college, they made sure I gave them a fair share of the spotlight.”

“Wait, they have minds of their own too?”

“Oh yes, it started when I was sleeping that I was apparently giving people footjobs, I didn’t notice until they started walking me around the school into random classrooms and teasing guys and girls. Finally they popped off and ran away until we reached an agreement. Striking some sort of balance that they’d stay attached to me, let me walk wherever, in exchange for keeping them maintained and letting people look at them, I think they might like you!”

“Mike, quit being a foot freak for one second so we can fix this!” Manda interjected. “Doc, are you saying there’s no way of going back to normal?”

Mike saw Tasha’s feet scrunch at the last statement, dropping their shoes in the process…