During a talk show

-So, Brie, you've been busy shooting your next movie over the past weeks. Any secrets about your costars you'd like to reveal?

Brie smiled, knowing that the whole audience was desperately counting on her to tell something the tabloids hadn't found out yet.

-If I told you, I'm afraid many people would be really mad at me. Especially Brad. You see...

Then it happened. Brie Larson suddenly bent forward, her eyes wide in shock, as if she had received a kick in the stomach. She reached for her head, feeling like something was being **** inside her skull.

-Aaaargh...

-Brie, are you okay?

-Nnnnng...

Brie's eyes rolled in their sockets, as the actress was now drooling, feeling her control over her body slip away. When her spasms finally stopped, the actress looked at her interviewer, covered in sweat, but her gaze suddenly very different.

-Holy shit, she muttered. It worked. I can't believe it worked.

-I'm not sure I understand, said the interviewer, visibly confused. What worked?

As a response, he saw the actress looked down and saw her impressive neckline, highlighting her nice pair of tits.

-Oh, Brie, you always were a slut, weren't you.

What's going on ? Somebody help ! Why can't I control my body.

-Shut up, I'm in charge now. Just stay in here, and watch.

-Watch what? said the host of the show, who was looking more and more confused.

-I wasn't talking to you !

-But...who were you talking to then?

-Ugh, long story. Now if you excuse me, I've got some exploration to do.

The person who was now in control of Brie Larson's body suddenly started unbuttoning her dress, showing more and more of her boobs to a puzzled audience.

Oh God no. Please stop ! I'll never recover from...

-Well maybe you should have been more careful of who you called fattie in highschool.

-I never called you fattie, what are you...

-For the last time, I wasn't talking to you...oooooh...

For the next minute, the cameras were broadcasting to the whole world the famous actress, Brie Larson, playing with her boobs on live TV, pinching the nipples, hardening them between her firm fingers. A greedy tongue passed on her lips, as her moans got increasingly loud.

-Should I turn off the camera? whispered the technician to the presentator?

-Are you kidding ? This shit is gonna break the internet! Whatever happens, keep filming.

-I always wanted to play with those juicy tits, moaned "Brie", who had now removed her dress completely. Soon even her panties were gone. The actress spread her legs, looking at the audience with lustful eyes.

Oh God, just kill me already. My carreer is over.

-Where would be the fun in that? asked her body, before turning back to the interviewer. Anyway, I was just wondering how we could make that show of yours even more...unforgettable.

Meanwhile, social media were erupting. The whole world was watching in awe as Brie Larson was seemingly losing her mind completely. Deep inside, she wanted to scream, but could only watch as the pervert who had hijacked her body was taking advantage of the situation. Things were about to get much worse.