Day 15a: Depossession

Olivia couldn't resist breathing in as long as she could, holding it in her lungs, until the air was forced back out all at once. She clenched and relaxed her hands over and over, blinking again and again, wriggling her toes against the wet bedsheets. Her vision began to become clouded by water as her lips broke out into a trembling smile, even as the nearby thrashing became louder and louder.

The ability to move her body again was overwhelming, almost forcing Olivia unconscious, as she slowly eased herself upright. As her feet hit the cool, carpeted floor, Olivia immediately began to sway and half-fell, half-stumbled over to a wall to lean up against to keep herself upright. Her gaze fell upon the TV over in the corner, long since powered off, and stared at her reflection, still not really able to believe that that was her...

It'd all started nearly a decade ago, the head-pounding morning after her 21st birthday celebration. Despite the migraine brought about by her hangover, Olivia was in a great mood as she left her apartment with a garbage bag filled to the brim with bottles and cans from what was definitely the first time she'd touched a drop of alcohol, even though, weirdly, some of those very same bottles and cans had sat empty in the garbage bag for several months by that point. She was in such a good mood that, when Olivia's admittedly hazy sight had come across an unconscious woman next to her apartment's recycling bins, Olivia opted to extend a helping hand rather than shooing the woman away or outright ignoring her. A helping hand that nearly resulted in Olivia dying from fright as the woman's eyes snapped open to reveal completely black, lightless eyes.

Olivia was too terrified, and occupied with shouting about whether or not there was an emergency line for exorcists, to really listen to what the woman had begun saying. It was only when, just after a crucifix and a gun suddenly appeared in her hands after loudly wishing for those exact things, that Olivia's terror turned to silent bewilderment. Silent bewilderment that quickly shifted into excitement as she quietly wished for a gold bar to appear in front of her and, the second she blinked, it was there. Although, again, Olivia's mood shifted as the memories of just about every piece of media out there having some sort of "catch" when it came to making wishes.

Olivia immersed herself in her "genius" plan the entire next week, all while trying her best to ignore the woman who followed her like a lost, obsessed puppy, constantly asking "What's next?" in a voice that made her skin crawl. Her roommates were, likewise, more than a tad unnerved by the woman's presence, based on the lines of salt always left just outside the doorway to Olivia's room and their constant attempts to avoid and hide away from Olivia and her "new pet". Eventually though, Olivia's plan was complete, with pages and pages of scribblings of a journal detailing the exact wording to use a number of wishes to avoid any and all possible loopholes. Unfortunately, after several dozen detailed, precise, well-thought-out wishes, her now incredibly thrilled roommates continued to insist that Olivia was bound to run out of wishes at some point, and managed to convince her to forego her planning to instead wish for more wishes.

Olivia instantly regretted her rash, peer pressure-influenced decision as the woman's body jerked about unnaturally fast, managing to get right up and close to Olivia in the blink of an eye. Before the woman's hands had landed on Olivia's cheeks, squishing them together, Olivia found herself unable to move, as if her body had been perfectly cemented in place in an instant. Olivia could hear her roommates start to yell and shout, although Olivia tuned out their specific words as a swirling, black, almost liquid-like mass began leaking out of the woman's lips, nose, and eyes and began building up above the woman's head, floating there as it rapidly grew in size. Just as the woman fell to the floor, gasping for air, her eyes losing the unnaturally black darkness to them, the black mass darted towards Olivia's frozenly open mouth.

Olivia thrashed about on the floor, her roommates' shrieks and shouts growing louder and more frequent as, in the corner of her sight, she spotted the woman slowly stand up. Olivia recognized that the woman was significantly less curvy than what she remembered, the clothes loose and falling off her body, just before she heard the sounds of crunching bones and shredding fabric. Unable to look down whatsoever, it clicked within Olivia's mind what was probably happening to her body, and what happened to the woman before, just as she felt a pressing sensation inside her head. A few moments later, Olivia was forced to watch from behind her own eyes as her body stood upright, every bone and joint cracking into place, and slowly turned her head to face her terrified, shaking roommates nearby before, against her will, her lips asked the question she'd heard countless times over the previous week...

Olivia couldn't hold back a shudder as the new host slowly stood up from the floor, complete with the same cracks and creaks her own body had first made. She couldn't help but gulp as the first of many "What's next?" poured out from the woman's lips, probably with the woman screaming inside her own head all the while, trying to wish herself out of her situation. Probably begging Olivia to wish for the entity to take her again, to let the woman go free. Probably wondering why absentmindedly wishing to get her own hands on whatever magic made "Olivia" so amazing at bringing her to orgasm time and time again, never without fail, made things end up that way. Probably falling silent in shock and extinguished hope as Olivia grabbed whatever clothes were strewn about and stumbled out, laughing with tears streaming down her face at finally, finally being freed...

Interesting time writing this one, I wasn't really sure how I wanted the prompt to go. I was thinking about going a similar route to a series of old captions by Tehswitcher called "Back Again", where a bodyhopper leaves a woman's body behind after a while, only to return again (as the title implies) after a while. I was also thinking about doing something like Some TG Captions' caption called "What the Hell is going on?", where a woman looks down and, "suddenly", has massive, fake breasts and has no idea what's going on in the slightest, courtesy of a bodyhopper than took her over for some years and turned her into a porn actress, also kinda similar to two captions on BodySwapFiction, called "Her New Life" and "Hooked In". Ultimately though I wanted something more magical/demonic and went that way, going for something inspired by the yokai called the "Hinnagami" or "Kochobbo", but where, instead of a doll, it uses a person as a vessel that is uses until the next poorly-worded or well-intentioned wish comes along. Ended up with something kinda similar to a work by HugoBandicoot/HugoTheTroll/Hugoverse called "Last Wish" (https://www.deviantart.com/hugobandicoot/art/Last-Wish-761491023) where a woman wishes for a genie to be free but ends as the "new lamp" and ends up having their body modified a bit. Also, the whole planning and notes and all that for the wishes Olivia made reminded a friend of mine, who I gave early access to all this writing, said it reminded him of a Chris and Jack skit, called "The perfect wish to outsmart a genie" and... yeah, after watching it, yup I 100% see that.

Anyway... my favorite piece for today's variation of the prompt is a tie. First-up is by Glixtr, big fan of the smugness look on the ghost(?) and the exhausted, obviously "used" pose and face and all that of Angela:

https://bsky.app/profile/glixtr.bsky.social/post/3mxxobskvy22f

Second-up is by Eden's Gpose... which is a gpose-specific account of Eden M’hianne... which is an OC account of a different account... so, uh... I'm not 100% how to credit/promote/shill other than just the link, gonna be real. Anyway, they mostly go FF14 screenshot stuff (called Gpose, weirdly enough) themed around possession, bodyswap, mind control, that sort of stuff. Really enjoy their work, and the depossession piece is quite the piece, I'm a big fan:

https://x.com/EdenGpose/status/2110620094665818119/photo/1

Third-up is a piece by Nina Oku, featuring the VTuber Vacant Vessel. Personally, as someone who only speaks English, I prefer their "first version", in which it's seemingly implied that the language "comes with the body", basically, where the possessor only speaks English "naturally" because they're wearing an English-speaking body, which I think is neat as Hell. Although, I also appreciate the full-English version (I imagine some Spanish speakers appreciate the full-Spanish version as well) that they made below. Anyway, I like the piece a lot for a few reasons, with the big non-language one being that the possessed/worn person enjoys being possessed due to the uh... "physical benefits" that come with being worn by someone with more ample curves, big fan of the piece:

https://bsky.app/profile/ninaokutsf.bsky.social/post/3mxwsht5zrk22