Possessing a Heartbroken Office Worker
I tossed off my blouse and skirt haphazardly. Finally, I stood before the mirror in nothing but my underwear.
“Whoa. Pretty. So damn pretty! No, no—let's make my fantasies real, quick!”
My awe was short-lived as I steeled myself. “Ahem.” I cleared my throat. “But I don't even know this girl's name. Let's see... Lee Da-sol?”
I checked her ID from her wallet and flung it aside.
“Um, I'm Lee Da-sol. Just your average office worker, but now that Master's possessed me, I offer my body to you.”
I pitched my voice high, roleplaying Da-sol in a way she'd never act.
“Master, please use my body to jerk off all you want. Right here.”
I spread my legs. It looked utterly vulgar. First, I slipped my hand into my bra and pulled out a breast. It was incredibly soft. Not huge, but perfectly sized to fit in one hand—nice and pretty. I pressed a finger to it, and it sank right in without resistance, that jiggly texture reminding me of pudding. And atop the pudding, a cute little pink bud that looked delicious.
“It's pink. Some girls really are like this, huh?”
I pinched the nipple with my fingers. Definitely a woman's. A sharp tingle shot through me. But it was more pain than pleasure yet.
“Ow, hurts when I touch it directly.” I lowered my head and stuck out my tongue. “Tongue won't reach. Alright then... spit...”
Like in those pornos, I let saliva drip onto the nipple. The warm liquid hit it, sending chills down my spine. I gently circled it with my finger. Something electric zapped through me. A sensation I'd never felt before.
“Like in the books?” With one hand, I lightly tickled the underside of my breast.
“Feels kinda good... maybe?”
I kept exploring the female sensations. “Mmm... Ungh... Ahh!”
A bit more pressure, and a weird moan slipped out unbidden.
“What... what is this feeling? Totally different from a guy's... it's coming...!”
A woman's moan—in her voice—got me even more excited.
“Then directly...!”
I tapped the nipple with my fingertip, and an uncontrollable cry burst out.
“Hyaaah! Haaah! Hngh!”
Harder... a bit more... intensely... harder...'
I pinched and abused Da-sol's nipple more aggressively.
“With a woman's hand... Da-sol's—no, my nipple, pinching it. Ungh...! Ah... ha... haha... I'm feeling it...!”
Da-sol's nipples were already rock-hard.
“Ngh... hurts... but something's tingling from my chest... weird feeling...”
My body heated up, aching more and more.
“My body's... getting so hot... no way...?”
I tentatively touched my crotch. Something warm and sticky met my fingers.
“Already wet? Then!”
No hesitation this time. I rubbed frantically over my panties. From down there, pressure built inside me like something rising, goosebumps prickling my skin.
“Hngh...! Aaaah...!”
The pressure hit, and sharp pleasure zinged through me.
“Just rubbing like this feels this good...! No... gotta stop... but I can't...! My hand won't listen...!!!”
In the mirror, Da-sol's flushed face stared back, rubbing her precious spot in just her underwear—a scene straight out of porn. My old self would've been rock-hard instantly. But now, no dick for me.
“A woman... a stranger woman... masturbating right in front of me...! Ahh...!!!”
Drool pooled at my lips.
“Moaning in a girl's voice... this girl's voice!!! Hngh! So good...!!!”
With sweet feminine moans as my side dish, I surrendered to pure pleasure.
“Aaaah!!! Gonna cum just from rubbing over my panties...!”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Nooo... the voice...!!!”
Reason screamed to stop, but I couldn't.
“Hyaaaaahhhhaaaangggg!!!!!”
I desperately held back, but the climax overwhelmed me, a scream-like moan exploding out.
* My legs gave out from the ecstatic peak, and I collapsed to the floor. Only pathetic whimpers escaped my lips. Trembling, I savored the afterglow until my vision slowly cleared after a bit more time. The floor was soaked with fluids leaking from my slit.
“This girl squirts a lot, huh?”
I dipped a finger in the love juices from my pussy and sucked it clean. “Tastes lewd.”
As expected, a woman's body had no post-nut clarity like a man's—just lingering bliss stretching on.
Sitting on the floor, I admired my precious spot in the mirror, basking in the afterglow. Then something buzzed.
“Huh? Phone?”
Checking it, I saw concern from her contacts.
Right then, the phone rang. I hesitated, then picked up.
“H-Hello?”
“Da-sol? I heard! You okay? You were bawling your eyes out the other night. Said you were going to the bathroom and just vanished.”
“Huh? Did I?”
“We were so worried. Anyway...”
“Y-Yeah. Head hurts a bit, need more rest. Gotta go!”
“Huh? Da-sol?”
“I'll call later!”
I hung up abruptly. “Tons of missed calls. This is trouble. Possession or whatever, I can't read memories yet or anything convenient. Can't even act right like this.” I propped my chin worriedly.
“Worse, I have no clue how to leave this body. Stuck in here forever? Hate that... or maybe not.”
I pinched a nipple lightly. Naughty pleasure rippled through my chest again.
“Whatever. I had my fun—shower and think it over?”
Rubbing my temples like my head hurt, I flung off the loosely hanging bra and headed to the bathroom. Stepping in, I startled again. The mirror showed not me, but another person—a woman. Hard to get used to, especially naked.
Da-sol's body still hummed with afterglow. Her nipples perked at every breath. Seeing her flushed face made my breathing roughen again.
Already did it once. Just shower quick.
I slid my hand down and yanked off Da-sol's white panties in one go. Avoiding the mirror, I turned on the shower. Warm water poured out.
Steam from the hot water made the scene mysteriously sensual, like a porno.
“Straight out of porn...”
Glancing down revealed a bizarre sight. Water flowed between my breasts like a valley. No wonder they call it cleavage. The warm water calmed my arousal and relaxed my body. The bathroom's soft light and steam made Da-sol's skin glow even whiter. The mirror image was enough to daze my mind. I gulped and lathered up with the body wash puff. Great scent—sweet, tickling my nose. Like a pure girl frolicking in a field...? Lavender...? How do I even know that?
Shoving the question aside, I soaped her slender arms bit by bit. My hands drifted lower. Foam slid down her slim waist. Reaching back to wash my back, I felt how flexible I'd become. A peek in the mirror showed wet Da-sol exposing her armpits. Arms deeper behind arched her back, thrusting her chest forward lewdly. Now I could examine her body up close while soaping my breasts. Coin-sized areolas topped with perky nipples, still aroused. I avoided touching them—any contact, and I'd lose it. Just rubbing the shower puff around them made her breasts tingle, my body quivering. Like it wanted more... more...
Past her narrow waist, her wide hips—like a flower's bloom—supported her frame, model-like. Soaping her ass, the volume and softness were on another level; my hands shook. Below, long, pale, slender legs made everything unreal. Trembling, I grabbed what looked like shampoo and lathered her black hair. Fresher scent this time—calmer, more demure. Rosemary...? No idea how I knew. Rinsing off, the foam washed away, her long hair heavy with water. My head felt weird. A first-person view of a petite woman's body getting drenched—unreal, like porn. And rubbing my skin? Incredibly soft. Above all, Da-sol's sweet fragrance wrapped around me, driving me mad, numbing my brain.