Take ownership

You took a deep breath and thought.

"I need a name," said the woman suddenly, pulling away from you. "How about Violet, cause my hair?" She ran her fingers through her hair and smiled up at you, preening, but then she had a better idea. Or rather you did, for her. "No - call me Minx. Minx is hot. I know you think so, no need to be embarrassed."

You marveled at how she did everything you wanted. There was almost no need to speak. "Wow," you said lamely.

"Oh my god you're so fucking lame," laughed Minx, slugging you in the shoulder. "You've totally got a fat boner right now, don't you." She leered at your crotch, then slid in and gripped you between the legs, just tight enough, just loose enough.

You sucked in a breath and almost lost your balance, but Minx was there, bracing you with her compact, curvy body.

"I'm not gonna let you fall. I'm your mind puppet, dumbass," she said, her mouth all too close to your neck. You had **** but to grab her shoulders. "I don't got a thought in my head except whatever you put in there. Don't believe me? Check this out."

Before you could react, your imagination was getting away from you.

Minx skipped away, and peeled off her shirt.

You tried to stop her, but she just laughed and dodged your every move.

"You can't catch me cause you don't want to," she teased, effortlessly pirouetting out of your clutches and tossing her shirt into the road. She started uncinching her bra. "You want me to strip in the street like a slut." The bra went into a trashcan. Her heavy breasts fell free, jiggling to a stop against a gentle night breeze. Goosebumps raised on her exposed skin.

Minx, now very topless, dodged around your car, while you tried to chase her on the opposite side. She mocked you, the picture of your every wet dream coming to life. A saucy, sexy, playful woman. Uncontrollable.

"Time out," Minx called urgently.

You stopped in your tracks, blinking. "What?"

"Fuck, you want more, don't you," said Minx, grinning.

You realized you did. You realized you wanted a lot more.

Minx was on the ball. "Wow, okay. Guess this is who I am now. Maybe I should've been 'Whim' since that's all you're broadcasting for me."

With that, she kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. The tennis shoes she slipped back on, but she left the tights and skirt in the street.

You could do nothing more than watch, eyes bugging out of your head, your mouth watering.

Minx sashayed up to you, curvy hips swaying and inviting your gaze straight to the pretty little patch of fur right between her legs. Suddenly no longer attempting to evade you, and you suddenly no longer worrying about catching her.

Cars honked as they whipped by.

Minx touched her delicate fingers to your chest. "You're in control," she assured you, she said, backing up till she was sitting on the hood of your car. "Your will is my will. We're the same. Two halves, one whole."

She spread her legs, wide, inviting, and leaned back on her hands with a smile.

But you found your restraint.

"Not here," you said, more to yourself than her.

Or was addressing her just addressing yourself, anyway?

But Minx understood, because she dutifully stood up, then walked around to the passenger side of the car.

You climbed in, and she did too. You fastened your seatbelt, and Minx clicked hers across her bare chest and big swaying boobs.

You drove home, no conversation interrupting your thoughts.

But while your new companion had been busy over the preceding couple weeks, you'd been busy too. Because when you got back to your apartment, Lisa, one of your roommates, was in the kitchen in a fuzzy pink robe, and you weren't the least bit phased.

"Sup Jason," she said.

Minx trailed you, surveying the living room with an expression of excitement, her generously curved body nude except for her tennis shoes.

"WILLOW?" blurted Lisa, eyes bulging out of their sockets.

You stepped aside. Minx pivoted to her once friend and smiled wickedly. "Forget Willow," she ordered.

Lisa went rigid. Her eyes glowed green for a bit - thanks Chloe, for setting this up - and after a second, her attitude totally reversed to normal. She regarded Minx again, this time with a mixture of interest and curiosity, no longer bothered much by her nudity. "Nice tits," she said, almost sarcastically. "Where'd you find this one, Jason?"

You put an arm around Minx's bare shoulders. "Lisa, this is Minx, my... uh..."

Minx smiled proudly and hugged you tight around the waist.

Lisa lifted an eyebrow and took a sip from her steaming mug of tea. "You guys didn't have a 'determine the relationship' talk? For crying out loud, the woman's naked in our apartment and we're talking about it."

"I'm his fuck slut," declared Minx, squeezing you tighter as she voiced your first subconscious urge. "You should be Jason's fuck slut too. But he hasn't fucked me yet, so, scram and wait your turn." She made a little dusting motion toward Lisa.

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't care what your kinks are, just don't be a bitch."

That word prompted another thought from you, an attractive one, and suddenly Minx was on it too.

"Well, too bad. I am a bitch. Nothing but." With that, she pivoted and slapped her bare ass, causing her flesh to jiggle.

"I'm so sorry," you told Lisa, glowing with embarrassment. You didn't think it would get this out of control.

But Minx grabbed your hand and dragged you toward your bedroom, proceeding almost at a march. "Only bitch you need to apologize to is me, for not fucking me over the hood of your car when you got the chance."

Soon as you were in your room, Minx kicked the door shut behind you, locked it, and then laid out on the bed, suddenly very patient. She didn't even bother removing her shoes.

One look at her was all you needed. You stripped out of your jacket, jeans, and shorts. When you were naked, you crawled overtop Minx.

Minx was already breathing hard and flushed. She gripped her nipples in her hands and jiggled her boobs for you. "Fuck me," she insisted. "We both want you to."

Hypnotized, you positioned yourself at her entrance and prepared to thrust in.

Just then, Chloe's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Hey, not to interrupt, this is really hot, but I was in that body when she was Willow, and Minx isn't on any birth control. Or, well, you're not on any birth control. At least your female half isn't."

"Oh," you said, your heart hammering at this revelation. You were so close. You could feel Minx's heat. Her wetness. You had condoms in the drawer.

"Fuck me pregnant," decided Minx, suddenly. She let go of her boobs and reached down to throttle your cock. "You always wanted kids, now you can have them," she reasoned, pumping your dick and making you groan. "As many as you want. You always had balls, now you have a pair of ovaries too. Put them to use."

This was too much. Was this really how you wanted to do this? It was so risky.

"I can be your girlfriend," Minx reasoned, on your behalf giving voice to your deeper thoughts. "We can get married. Nobody has to know my mind's an appendage to yours."

In the heat of the moment, the argument was all you needed as an excuse. You slotted yourself home in Minx's hot body, head and shaft, down to the root.

She convulsed in sudden orgasm.

You kept thrusting away, making her whole fertile body jiggle.

She moaned loud, and thrashed as you fucked her, hips knocking against yours with abandon.

You fucked like animals for an hour. Multiple rounds. It was perfect sex. Nothing came close, except when Willow sucked you off that fateful day when you had full control over her body.

And now? You had full control over Willow's brain, too. She'd inadvertently given it to you along with everything else, and you couldn't be happier for it.

When you were both exhausted and covered in sweat, Minx teetered on the edge of consciousness as cum leaked out of her well-used, unprotected pussy. She stuffed a pillow under her hips to help keep the sperm right where it needed to be.

"Love you, Jase," said Minx, cuddling her tired head into the crook of your shoulder.

You hugged her plush body to yours and sighed contentedly. Every ounce of tension worked up in you was suddenly exhausted. "Love you too, Minx..."

You fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

But was this true love, or what it something else? Was Minx really an appendage to you, or perhaps was she really her own person, somehow still growing? Were things going to stay this way forever? Had you found your happy ending? Or were you about to find out things were more complicated than you thought they'd be?