"Hm?!" Ava murmured, reaching her hand back as a cold chill tickled the soft skin underneath her panties. Feeling it dissipate, she shrugged, her hand drifting away. The moment it did, however, it returned. "Geez, is the AC-" She started to say, suddenly squeaking as something cold forced its way inside. She couldn't see it, yet she definitely felt it. Whenever her hands started to reach back, to grab whatever was entering her, it would force in harder. Eventually, Ava couldn't do anything but moan, biting her lip as the thick, cold sensation started to spread throughout her body. And then, with one final moan, her eyes shut off, her mind blacking out as a grin appeared on her face.
"Fuck I feel good..." You cooed, giggling from the sound of your new stolen voice. You couldn't help but rub your thighs together, a pervasive sense of wetness inside of your stolen black panties. Honestly, you wanted to dive your new, dainty hands down there and go to town. But as you did, there was a knock at "your" door.
"Ava? Your mom let me in, you're not in the bathroom are you?" A voice shouted. A familiar voice. A voice that never failed to get your attention. "Ava? Can you answer?"
"Come on in!" You shouted, licking your lips. "You never have to knock here, Luna!"
"I know. But it's polite." Luna said as she opened the door. Your heart skipped a beat as she walked in, a smile on her face. "Did you ever find it? Or..."
"Find it? Uh..." You scrambled, recalling what Ava had said before you possessed her. She was leaning down to get it, right? Reluctantly taking your eyes off of Luna, you looked down and saw... something that made your heart skip a beat. At the bottom of a cardboard box was a hardwood box. One with the name "Nick" written on it, done in faded permanent marker. "This, right?" You coughed, lifting it up.
"Of course it is! You didn't forget, did you?" Luna giggled, her smile making you smile as you handed her the box. Without any hesitation, she opened it up. Inside there was... a homemade plush of you. A photo album. A... bag of hair? "Got a new one!" Luna chirped, opening up the album. Pictures and pictures of you. Everyone other than you or Luna poorly edited out. Pictures where she'd be edited to be beside you. Pictures of you through your bedroom window, in the school gym shower, studying in the library. Humming something, Luna took a new picture from her cleavage and slotted it in. This newest one was you, bending over to tie your shoe. "What's with the look?" Luna asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
"Just... admiring the collection!" You blurted out, your heart racing.
"Not my fault that mine's better than yours." Luna teased, flipping through the photo album with a grin. "Do you have anything new you need me to put in yours?"
"Uh..."
"Oooh, that means you have something good!" Luna giggled, putting the box down with a beaming smile. "What is it? You gotta tell me!"
"I don't have anything! I swear! Just-" You started to say, gasping as Luna placed her hands on your chest.
"You wouldn't lie, would you?" Luna whispered as she firmly squeezed, making you moan. "You're awful loud, Ava. What are you hiding..."
"Nothing!" You insisted, your mind racing. Luna was a stalker?! No, there had to be an explanation! Maybe you should leave Ava, shock her with your surprise appearance! Or just tell her that you're you. Or maybe use your powers on her! Or... something else? You couldn't just sit there and take it, right?
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