Your Pussy Takes Control

Ugh.

Something was very, VERY wrong.

The passing of time was indistinguishable - seconds, minutes, days? The only way I could stay conscious was by keeping my eyes firmly shut. It was like being incredibly high and having the worst migraine of your life at the same time. Stabs of pain attacked me from every side as my perception swam through murky ink, wavering in circles and never quite coming to a conclusion. The only thing I was sure of was that my SELF no longer existed. Every once in a while, a second or two of clear consciousness would poke through and bombard my senses. A brief flash of darkness. A feeling of softness, like sticking your face into a bouncy castle. Most of the time it was the strong taste of something viscous and salty in my mouth.

Is this hell?

The thought had crossed my mind a few times. I definitely don't think of myself as philosophical, but it was hard to stop myself from contemplating it. I'd always tried to lead a good life, to be the better person in tough situations. Sure, there were times when I'd lost my cool or said something mean, only to ruminate on the event later. Once or twice in college I had copied Jess Matthews's work. I couldn't accept this as some divine punishment. No, this had to be the work of the beings. Whatever they had done with the "body lathe" had changed me into something completely different.

"mmmrf mm mmm mmmffff mmm."

Deep within my sensory deprivation, a muffled nasal voice came into focus.

"mm mmmf mm awake. Mmmff mm the pain."

The nails being hammered through my skull stopped altogether and a sensation of wakefulness swept over me, as if a heavy curtain had been lifted. The whole experience was extremely odd; feelings that had cut through the murk of the deprivation were suddenly mixing and twisting together, forming a sharp new picture of my surroundings. Something was draped over me, a sheet or a blanket. My throat was incredibly sore. Salty, thick liquid was running down my tongue and making my lips sticky. The muffled voices continued.

"Ah, she's awake. Miss? Can you hear me?"

It must have been one of the beings, another nurse, probably. I tried to respond, but found that I could only move my tongue and lips, and even that was a struggle. Concentrating all my willpower, I swished my tongue around my mouth, attempting to say something or even just make a sound. Then I heard something else from above the blanket. It had changed slightly in timbre, becoming nasal and pinched like the beings, but it was unmistakable: something was talking with my voice.

"Ghhh..... Aghhhh......"

"Oh, honey, don't worry."

Well, this was new. Suddenly the beings were sweet and reassuring.

"You were in a very serious accident. We had to come check on you, but we'll let you rest for now, okay? If you feel up to it, your clothes are on the chair over here."

With a familiar swooshing sound, they left the room. Whoever or whatever had hijacked my voice kept making noises, playing with my voice. With each attempt they were getting closer and closer to words.

"Ghhh. Ahhhh."

"Ahhhh.... Iah...... Ih..... Ahhhiiiiiiii'm. Ahhi'm. I'm."

A long pause.

"I'm her."

The blanket whipped off my face, revealing two very familiar legs. With lurching, unsure movements, I was lifted off of the hospital bed. The thing in control of my body swung itself off the bed and almost fell over. It teetered on its stolen feet before kneeling down to the floor and reaching out my arms arms for support. Moving slowly, bit by bit, we shuffled towards a mirror in the corner of the room. It placed one hand against the wall, steadying itself as it raised to a standing position, then gingerly sidestepped into the view of the mirror.

Well, shit.

Of course, as soon as my senses had returned, I knew what had happened, but I couldn't accept it until I saw it clearly. I had been swapped with my pussy. Or, more accurately, my consciousness had been.. transferred into my mouth? And then my mouth had been swapped with my pussy? I wasn't concerned with the specifics. I was too busy coming to terms with the horrific image reflected in the mirror. In place of a mouth and nose, my vagina was now plastered onto my face, clit and all. In return, my mouth had been fixed between my legs. It was only my mouth- no eyes, no nose, no ears, yet somehow I could still see and hear. It did make sense, in a twisted sort of way; My body had been rearranged in the image of the beings that had **** me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa."

I looked up to see my body roughly pulling its new mouth open, gazing into the mirror. My face and brunette hair were surprisingly clean; The beings must have dealt with the mess while I was asleep. Except for the addition of a tongue, it was like they had chopped off the first few inches of my vaginal canal and fused it to my throat. There was no uvula or tonsils. It swirled a finger around its new lips, droplets of spit falling onto the floor as it explored its new anatomy. Strangely, I could still feel its movements. They were dulled, but if I concentrated, they were definitely there. Each time my finger brushed the transplanted clit, sparks of arousal flowed down my thighs and around my... throat?

"Are you, like, in there?"

The new nasal quality of my voice made me sound like some ditzy valley girl. Plus, wasn't it struggling with words just a minute ago? It was learning how to use my body much too quickly. Reaching down, it stuck its fingers into my mouth, yanking it open wide. Like the pussy on my face, the back of my mouth had been linked to the upper part of my vagina. The sticky, salty fluid in my mouth was lubrication, being produced in the regions that I was now directly connected to. With no other choice, I wiggled my tongue as much as I could.

"Ohh. Emm. Gee! This is hilarious. All those years, you kept me, like, locked up down there. Trapped in those weird stuffy panties. Not anymore! You've had it too good for too long."

She paused to run my hands up and down my body, admiring it in the mirror.

"Ahh~ this body's, like, so sensitive. I bet they have alllll kinds of weird alien cock I can fill it with!"

God, she didn't just sound like a valley girl, she was planning to make me into a slut. And even worse, there was wetness and heat growing in my mouth, the sensations of her getting turned on as she explored. I had hoped that maybe, she would understand what had happened and explain what was wrong to the beings. But she wasn't just uncaring, she was actively trying to make the situation worse. I thought about my body strutting around some alien planet, offering itself up to all manner of inhuman creatures. Shivers ran down my spine.

"Mmmm, fuck, this feels good. Your boobs are, like, so small though! I'm gonna ask them to make some changes. If they, like, put me up here, I bet they can fix these too."

To drive the point home, she grabbed my pert B-cups, kneading them with a hard grip. My lips were wet and a trickle was beginning to leak down my thigh. Suddenly, she turned like she had forgotten something and made a beeline to the chair with my clothes on it. A white blouse, plain pink bra with matching panties, and a pair of black jeans. My shoes had neatly been tucked under the chair. She pulled my belt out of the jeans, staring at it with confusion.

"Ohemgee. You bitch! You thought you could fucking squish me, huh? Box me in with this shit around your waist?"

I (would have) gulped in fear. She was in complete control of my life, and now she was mad.

"I think it's about time I, like, got dressed."

Grabbing the stack of clothes, she moved back to the mirror. She picked up the panties, holding them to my face for a second as if to tease me, then tossing them onto the bed. The jeans came on first. She slipped both legs in, pulling them up to my thighs, then over my ass with an awkward shuffle. The rough material shifted past me, scraping against my mouth.

"Feeling comfortable down there? Teehee!"

She pulled the jeans up my waist as far as they would go, making sure that they were rubbing against me, then yanked up the zipper. I was actually glad about my absent eyes and nose; Anything poking out would have just made things worse. The belt buckle jingled above me as she threaded it in, cinching the jeans into place. The feeling was uncomfortable and raw, but I had been through much worse already. Hopefully she would finish her little tantrum and become more sensible. The wetness on my lips smeared against the denim, leaving little soaked patches on the crotch.

"Dammmmn, not bad! Can't wait to test this thing out."

She smacked my ass, letting out another moan. I couldn't see what she was doing, so I tried to ignore the tight jeans and focus on the sensations from my body. She was reaching down and slipping the blouse on now. No bra, of course. One arm, then the other. She did up the first four buttons and left the others undone, putting my cleavage on full display. I could feel my nipples tenting the sheer fabric, only adding to her arousal and causing more leakage from my mouth.

*Swooosh*

The automatic door had been opened. I could only hope that my pussy wouldn't do anything insane and make things worse. As my body turned to meet the visitor, I heard a familiar voice.