Time to put Natalie's pussy in charge

Natalie's body seemed to have enjoyed the sex just as much as Aaron, even if it wasn't actually conscious. Aaron wondered about that and checked the multitool's instructions again. It might work, even if Natalie's soul had already been removed.

He took the white blade and carefully cut Natalie's pussy away, leaving a blank patch of skin between her legs. How could he tell if it had worked? He stuck a finger inside, cum and juices still dripping from its lips.

It quivered, massaging his finger. Well, that didn't prove anything. He grabbed some tissues, wiping away the excess slime and cleaning what he could from his sheets.

He was still wondering when a thought struck him. Leaning down towards Natalie's expressionless face, he carefully placed her detached pussy lips where her mouth had been, pressing the edges into her skin.

Natalie's eyes suddenly shot open, blinked a couple of times and stared at Aaron. As Natalie - or at least, her body - raised its hands in front of its face, Aaron wondered if he'd done the right thing. Not morally - this was wrong as fuck - but if he was about to find out that Natalie and her pussy were actually on good terms.

Relief flooded through him when 'Natalie' leapt up from the bed and embraced him, her expression creased into an unmistakable smile.

"Uh... hey there... um?" he said hesitantly, not knowing what name to use.

'Natalie' let go of him, a look of consternation on her face as she tried to mumble through her pussy mouth. Her expression became frustrated and with a shrug, she grabbed a piece of paper and pen before responding in Natalie's own handwriting.

Kind of.

"Kind of?"

Yeah. I'm part of her - I remember every part of her life - but until now I was always between her legs. I've never been...

The writing trailed off and Aaron watched 'Natalie' tap the pen on her chin for a second.

'Awake' before, but now that I am, I'm so glad to have control! Where is she, anyway?

Aaron pointed to the gagged lips on his desk.

'Natalie' picked them up, causing a fresh round of muffled cursing to flow and raised her eyebrows at him.

I like it. All she ever did was talk.

Aaron chuckled. "You've got that right."

Look at this body. Such a waste. She never really played with me very often, you'd think she got off gossiping more than anything else.

Aaron didn't say anything, watching rapt as 'Natalie' took the pair of protesting lips and pressed them between her crotch. A shiver ran through her body and with a shaking hand, she pulled the socks out of... herself.

The mouth between her lips spluttered and gagged.

"Aaron!" Natalie's voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "What the fuck did you do to me? I can't see anything and my... legs feel weird when I talk!"

"Why is her voice like that?" Aaron said, relieved at least that she wasn't screaming.

"Who are you talking to?" Natalie rasped, clearly able to hear if not see.

I control our voice now, 'Natalie' wrote. I think I can control her too, but I wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Why the fuck are my arms moving?" Natalie's voice trailed off as she mentally followed the movement of her own hands. "Oh my God, who the fuck is that? Get out of my body! Give it back!"

"Sorry, Nat," said Aaron, exchanging an amused look with 'Natalie.' "But your pussy and I have had a chat and we think your body spends far too much time on the phone."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Natalie's body jumped a bit when Aaron began to stroke its inner thigh, and her mouth had just begun to protest when it felt his fingers travel up her leg and brush against her lips. They formed into a horrified 'O' that quivered in fear and disgust before unleashing a hoarse tirade.

"Oh my God, what did you do to me you sick fuck, you put me back right now, where the fuck is my pussy, what did you do with it, you put me back right fucking now or I swear I'll kieaurlllgghhh..."

Aaron blinked at the sudden warping of her words and watched 'Natalie' close her eyes and shudder before her lower mouth opened once more.

"Sorry about that, babe," Natalie's voice came clear and melodic from between her legs. "I've listened to her talk for years now and I figure it's about time I get to say a thing or two."

"Holy shit," Aaron said, sitting back. "So you're in complete control now?"

'Natalie' smiled with both mouths. "She's still in here. I've made sure she can see everything, hear everything and taste everything. But she's just a passenger - I'm the real Natalie now, and I love my big brother sooo~ much for giving me control of this wonderful body."

Aaron grinned at the proclamation of love, knowing that within, the real Natalie would be screaming her metaphorical head off.

"So what do you want to do next?" he said, still smiling.