Mess around with 'Emily'

Come to think of it, there was a lot Aaron could suddenly get away with, now that Emily wasn't herself anymore. In fact, it would be fascinating to see just how much of her body was piloted on biological instinct alone.

It was crazy. Crazy, immoral and totally fucked up, but the more he thought about it, the more compelled he felt to find out.

'Emily' was still lying on the floor after he hid Potatemily in one of the kitchen cabinets. With a bit of effort, he carried her up to her room and laid her out on the bed; what he was about to do, he really didn't want to be caught doing in the living room, or any other room, really.

The whole time, 'Emily' did nothing but look at him, blinking every now and then in that slow, vegetative way. Aaron wasn't sure if it... 'she?' ...could speak or if her body would somehow **** the new soul to adapt. That'd be interesting to see.

After stripping his sister's body down, Aaron was surprised to find how well she'd developed. It wasn't something he'd made a habit of keeping an eye on, but he'd forgotten that she'd recently grown beyond the point of being his kid sister, even if she didn't behave like it.

Her breasts were noticeable, even if a bit small, and the flesh was soft to touch. A quick lick of one nipple made her body shiver, and Aaron noted the sudden intake of breath. Aaron wondered if that was a reflexive response.

Were potatoes capable of arousal? Probably not. But a potato wired into the brain of a teenage girl?

'Emily' didn't react initially when Aaron began playing with her boobs, but it wasn't long before her nipples hardened and her breathing became laboured. Whenever he touched her somewhere new, she twitched, her eyes moving to look at where Aaron's fingers had made contact. She didn't have any expression on her face, but it struck Aaron that she was slowly gaining an increasing level of awareness, as though the intellectual capabilities of her human mind were slowly being integrated into her potato soul.

Potato. God, that was so weird.

A sudden, violent spasm brought Aaron out of his musings and he realised that his hands had wandered between his sister's legs. The glistening sheen of slime on his fingers proved that human or not, Emily's body still wanted sex.

Aaron grimaced. He'd come this far, but at the same time this was supposed to be just to keep her out of the way while he got around to really messing with people. Natalie was definitely a prime target and if he let himself get distracted, she might catch him red-handed or worse.

Did he really want to have sex with a potato wearing his sister's body?