Time to take a peek!

For the longest time, you just lay in bed, staring upward. It seemed like a strange idea, that you were in another body, that your brain was connected to someone else with enough stability to fully experience their reality as your own. And Hotaru's reality, nonetheless... you wondered about what might be happening within Hotaru's suppressed mind, where you felt like she was hiding in your shadow. Other than these little memory blips, you didn't think she was conscious or aware of anything. Surely if she was conscious, even if she couldn't move, your interwoven brain would be far more active? Not being a brain surgeon or anything like that, you didn't really know how it worked. But there was definitely this concern that something might happen...

...Maybe you wanted it to happen, though. Maybe you could awaken Hotaru, possibly to the point where she starts to take over control, just like Harry said might happen! The experiment would be deemed a failure and end if that happened, that seemed like the only condition in which you could get out of this situation. The only way you could return to normalcy...

"Hotaru, wake up." You said the words aloud, in her own voice, but nothing happened. "Wake up!" Still nothing. You were in full control, though you weren't even sure what might happen if it felt like she was taking over. Would you recognize that you were acting differently? What if acting like her just 'felt right' whenever it happened and you wouldn't know any better?

You bolted upright, bracing yourself on your tinier arms. Looking down, you saw slim shoulders wrapped up in a blue hospital gown, nothing flattering for sure. But even through the fabric, you felt where the gown tightened on your chest, where heavy flesh expanded outward. The gown obscured other details below the waist, but you felt the wider hips tickle against the fabric as you moved them, smooth skin rubbing against crinkly hospital fabrics. Further down, you saw your petite feet, with perfectly manicured toenails. Wiggling them, you confirmed they were indeed your feet now, and that you were as connected to them as everything else.

You gulped, looking down at this incredible body at your disposal, feeling hair tumble along your back and shoulders suddenly. Hotaru's hair clip had come undone, and her tight bun bounced free into long, wavy curls that tickled wherever the hair contacted your flawless, carefully maintained skin, causing you to gasp slightly like someone had snuck up behind you. Your chest jutted out at that sensation, bringing with it a bounce of the breasts attached to it, nipples rubbing against the fabric.

"Nnnh... so weird..." you put your hands on your chest to try and contain the motion, shuddering when you did. Something felt delightful about your hands on them, gripping these jiggly, squishy orbs. Maybe by touching the body, you could shock Hotaru out so she could stop you from doing it? Or, just by stripping off the gown?

You carefully turned on the bed, moving your legs over the edge. You nearly slipped off the side, uneasy with your weight distribution and relative strength of your new muscles, in addition to the size difference you were enduring. Hotaru was a whole head shorter than you, and where your legs would've been firmly on the ground normally when sitting at the edge of the bed, hers dangled slightly. Gotta be careful...

You set your feet down, bracing on the bed as you stood fully upright, now feeling your whole body trying to maintain balance. Remaining upright wasn't a significant challenge, but it was like driving a new car after being used to another one for so long, everything moved too quickly if you didn't take things extremely slow as you acclimated. You reached back to the string around the gown at your back, gave a firm tug, and shrugged the fabric away from you, letting it crumple to the floor.

Cool air hit skin instantly, making you shudder again, bracing on the bed. It felt like you'd never felt the cold before, that was how new these connections were that your mind was making to this new body. You did feel light as a feather though, that part felt quite nice. You glanced down at Hotaru's naked body under your chin, seeing her breasts, exposed and unguarded, with nobody to protect them from touch. Between the gap of the two mounds of flesh, you could look down to see a flat tummy leading directly to a hairless crotch. Her body was immaculate, not a single sign of a stray hair or anything out of place! Nor were there any moles or blemishes or scars, Hotaru kept her body pristine.

How did this not shock her into consciousness though? "Hey, c'mon Hotaru! I'm looking at you naked, don't you want to cover up so nobody sees?" Your questions echo around the room, to no reply. "How does this not wake you up? I can touch your tits and everything!" To demonstrate your control, you put your hands on your breasts, squeezing again now that they were out in the open. You hefted them, poked at the nipples, and basked in their sensitivity--not that you wanted to, just that the pleasure that hit was unavoidable, and you couldn't help but savor it.

Your hands, originally Hotaru's, did precisely whatever you wanted, with no hesitance or hint that a second mind was trying to stop you. Maybe she liked that you were using her own hands to maul her breasts? Hard to say, but given how controlling the hothead usually was, it seemed unlikely to you that she would in any way enjoy having control stripped from her.

"Okay, well, what about this?" you said, realizing that you were getting turned on by playing with the body. And the body was responding to you, as you felt a shiver in your hips, as well as a dampness between your legs. You sent a hand down to where you'd normally have expected a particular level of maleness to exist, but all you found was smoothness, until you teased at the vulva of your new pussy, feeling the folds of skin like they were flower petals opening up to you. You shivered more, gasping in quick successive bursts, as you pushed a finger inward.

If Hotaru had actually been able to respond, you were certain that penetrating her body with her own fingers would've been the kicker! But not only did she didn't try to take control from you, her body seemed to respond so favorably to your touch, aching for more! It was as if her body was ready to betray the original mind, perhaps due to neglecting its needs in lieu of making sure it was so perfectly shaped. Hotaru's body seemed eager to connect with a new mind that would show it the attention it deserves, perhaps having longed for this sort of play for so long but having remained a prisoner within stuffy suits without care...

Collapsing onto the bed, you continued to push your fingers up into the body, even though your experiment had failed. Surely you could just stop now... but you didn't. You were in command of this body, and its senses tied to you. Hotaru's form was yours, and you weren't going to leave a chance at feeling so good go unfinished! Wave after wave of energy pulsed through you with each thrust of your fingers, as your hands sloppily changed position, with other fingers digging into Hotaru's pussy while the slick fingers that had just been within the body came to rest upon a breast, as fluids and sweat intermingled on the previously immaculate skin. Hotaru's body seemed so eager for your touch, like it wanted to keep you at the helm forever, that it rewarded you with a strong wave of orgasmic bliss, rocking the body as your whole body stiffened, in shock from the orgasm!

At first, you worried you might have actually awakened the real Hotaru, that climax would've switched everything around, but that was simply the body's instinctual response to the pure pleasure it had been so often denied. You turned face-down on the bed and screamed into a pillow, trying to expel excess energy buildup that way, as eventually the waves of pleasure died down within you. Soon, you were left panting heavily, hugging the pillow tightly with your ass raised slightly in the air, partly on your knees as you just braced yourself for whatever might happen next in your body and mind.

Still nothing happened. No sign of Hotaru's consciousness emerged in any degree throughout the whole event. Everything seemed to belong to you now, including a grateful body recovering from the joyful experience you'd provided it.

After finally calming down, you took a towel from a nearby counter to wipe yourself down from all the sweat, and then put the robe back on as best as you could, peering back to the lovely ass and hips as the curves from your legs all the way up to your shoulders rolled so gently and elegantly into one another. This was not a body where one feature defined it, but where the entirety of the shape from head to toe was part of what made it so alluring.

As you opened the door to the room, you saw someone standing right outside, appearing to be ready to knock--it was Toshiko, holding some folded clothes and a box lunch from the cafeteria, peering at you like a rabbit staring up at the wolf about to strike. Was this how she always felt around Hotaru?

You felt something stirring within you upon the sight in front of you...