Transferrence in 5...4...3...

Day by day, Rocketgirl felt weaker. She developed what under other circumstances she'd have considered a headache less than a day after Ms Kyoto last watered her. As the day wore on, she felt what would otherwise have been her head, neck, and arms begin to feel dry...weak. The feeling spread on the second day down the rest of her..."body," the plant in which she was imprisoned gradually drying out, along with her roots and the packed dirt she was planted in. On the third day she felt sick, and her gaze began to fall; she could still see Melissa's body in the hospital bed, but could now also see the floor several feet below her.

"You're wilting," Ms Kyoto said, picking up some scraps from the floor and showing them to Rocketgeranium. "These shriveled, browning petals used to belong to you. Your plant is fading a bit faster than I'd anticipated. I do hope you survive long enough for me to transfer your consciousness back into Melissa's body. Otherwise..." she shrugged as she glanced at the comatose Melissa, "...what an utter waste."

Rocketgirl watched as Ms Kyoto injected another dose of the neurotoxin into her body. She watched Melissa's hands and face. There were no signs yet of the neurotoxin's effects -- her hands simply rolled along smoothly with her arms every time the hypnotic messages persuaded her to touch herself. But Rocketgirl knew it was only a matter of time.

Ms Kyoto rubbed warming lubricantin and around Melissa's pussy, and for the first time in weeks Rocketgirl heard her body moan as her hips thrust up to press into Ms Kyoto's stimulating fingers. Ms Kyoto worked an egg-shaped vibrator into Melissa's pussy, resting its tail on the heroine's perky clit. She clicked a button on a remote and Rocketgirl watched her pelvis pump up and down and roll around gently as her moans became louder and more frequent.

Ms Kyoto laughed and softly kissed Melissa's lips. "Four more days, my sweet. Four days of stimulus before I let you cum. Four days before your happy reunion. If, of course, you last that long."

It was all Rocketgirl could do to will herself to stay alive long enough to be reunited with her body. The rapidly decaying plant that hosted her mind didn't help. By the middle of the next day, her gaze had shifted entirely to the dry dirt in the pot beneath her. She felt and saw withered leaves falling all around her. Her mind panicked that she might not live through the day, let alone another three days.

But by the next day, her wilting, twisting stalk had spun her view around again, and she could see and hear her madly stimulated body. The silvery, leaden tattoo glistened with sweat from Melissa's ****, sexually aroused body. The vibrator continued to stimulate her clit and pussy, and there were streaks of pussy juice mingling with the warming lubricant Ms Kyoto liberally reapplied every hour. Rocketgirl was surprised to see light streams of milk flowing from her nipples and down her chest, likely a result of the heightened levels of oxytocin in her body. Her eyes and ears were still covered by Ms Kyoto's nefarious hypnotic contraptions. For the first time, Rocketgirl wondered if these would remain on her head when her conscious mind was placed back inside her body.

"Just two more days, my love," Ms Kyoto whispered, petting sweaty strands of Melissa's hair from her face behind her ear. With her other hand, she tenderly lifted the withered geranium bulb. "Your body is coming along very nicely. I do so hope your mind can hold out long enough."

The next day, Rocketgirl watched in horror as Melissa's fingers began to twitch. It happened only sporadically, but when it did, it was so violent there was no mistaking its cause. She glanced up at Melissa's face and saw the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. Melissa's sensual moans were no longer vocal -- they were purely humming sounds, her gaping mouth artificially sealed by her engorged tongue.

"It's finally happened," Ms Kyoto said. "The neurotoxins have taken effect. Now all that's left to do is transfer your consciousness back into that head of yours. But I've told you we're doing that tomorrow, and I am a woman of my word. So it looks like today, you just get to watch and wait. And I get to play."

Ms Kyoto gave Melissa another dose of the neurotoxin for good measure. She reapplied the lubricant and maxed out the vibration speed on the sex toy embedded in Melissa's pussy. The heroine's muffled moans grew louder to match, and her sweaty hips pumped in double time, her toes curling, and hands clenching as best they could with her erratic finger movements.

Ms Kyoto retrieved a 64 ounce jar filled with purple gel. "This is a contact aphrodisiac," she said, snapping on latex gloves. "The medically approved dosage is two teaspoons per hour. Anything greater than that has a high risk of cardiac arrest, infertility, or brain damage. But your brain, as we both know, is playing hooky right now. And as for the rest, well, you're a superheroine. I'm willing to take my chances."

Ms Kyoto spent the next 24 hours methodically rubbing the aphrodisiac over every inch of Melissa's skin. When afforded the opportunity by Melissa's bucking hips, she even rubbed it in Melissa's asshole. She especially delighted in rubbing the insides of Melissa's pussy with the aphrodisiac, where it mingled with the warming lubricant and was sprayed deep into her womb by the powerful vibrator.

With 30 minutes to spare, Ms Kyoto removed the headphones from Melissa's ears. She rubbed the heroine's ears thoroughly with the aphrodisiac, then used an irrigating bulb to pour some into her ears, as well. Next the welder's goggles came off. Rocketgirl had expected the deep red circles around her eyes where the goggles had been resting for several months, but she was horrified to see her bloodshot, glazed white eyes.

This apparently alarmed Ms Kyoto, too, but she relaxed when she saw the quiver in Melissa's lip as they made eye contact. Ms Kyoto smiled. "Don't worry, Rocketgeranium," she said. "I can see from your body's subconsciously programmed response to seeing me that you haven't gone blind. I'm sure if we just rest your eyes for a few days, they'll be good as new."

Ms Kyoto gently shut Melissa's eyes and proceeded to rub the aphrodisiac over her face, from her forehead to her chin. She ended, of course, by tracing the heroine's lips. Melissa subconsciously puckered her lips and pressed them together, rolling them around as though putting on lipstick. Then Ms Kyoto whispered to Melissa, "Say ahh."

Rocketgirl watched in horror as her body obyed, no doubt the result of her subconscious programming. But though Melissa's mouth was open wide, all that could be seen was her swollen tongue. Ms Kyoto whispered, "Stick out your tongue," and Rocketgirl watched as a thick, sausage-like tongue slowly snaked out from between her lips. It extended more than a foot outside her lips, and still went nearly to the roof of her mouth.

"This should be good fun for someone to play with," Ms Kyoto remarked. She pulled Melissa's tongue as taut as she could, then slathered it with the aphrodisiac. She reached inside Melissa's mouth and coated her gums, teeth, tonsils, and the roof of her mouth with the aphrodisiac, as well.

And then the jar was empty. Melissa's overstimulated body continued to roll and thrash, her twitching hands trying to finger herself while the vibrator went mad inside her pussy and teasing her clit. Her breasts continued to leak milk, but now her engorged tongue could taste some of it on her tits.

Ms Kyoto removed her latex gloves with a sharp SNAP. She leaned down and kissed Melissa's forehead. Then she walked around to the withering Rocketgeranium.

Rocketgirl's vision had begun to go spotty. Her conscious mind had nearly faded away entirely when she saw Ms Kyoto holding the Mind Sifter above her and lean down.

"Now it's time," Ms Kyoto said.