Kinktober 2021: Day 8. Possession

 

Professor Shaw was not a fan of ethical oversight. He was a visionary, a maverick, he refused to be bound by pettyfogging bureaucracy. He was, in short the textbook definition of a mad scientist. So rather than sitting at the heart of a nice air conditioned lab his prototype mind projector squated in his basement surrounded by moldering boxes of scientific journals and vintage porn.  

Not that the scenery mattered to the Professor but it would have been nice to hav a lab assistant or two to help connect him to the various scanners sensors and life support apparatus that would monitor and maintain his body while he was away from it. 

Finally he lowered the crown of tangled wires over his head carefully rechecking each circuit in turn before hitting the activation button.

With a jolt he was thrown clear of his body, his spirit floating free in the centre of a shadow version of the basement. His own body sat where he left it glowing dimly with residual life energy. Looking down at his phantom form he saw himself an illuminated outline. Vaguely male, apparently naked but lacking much in the way of details. 

He floated about the small cluttered space, testing his ability to move around this astral plane, before willing himself up the stairs and through the closed door as if it had no more substance than a shadow. 

As he moved further from it he could feel a sort of tension conecting him to his body. A pull that grew harder to resist the further he moved from it. As he'd expected his range would  be limited on this first test. He guessed he wouldn't be able to travel more than a block from home. 

The range limitation wasn't a problem in itself but the next phase of this test required a second subject and for a minute he worried there might not be a sutible target within range.  But no, he could just make out the bright light of a living body only slightly dimmed by the walls of a neighbouring house.

Eager to continue his experiment he flew directly towards his target. He didn't hesitate as he rushed toward the figure. The walls of the house's upper story seemed to have no more substance than smoke as he passed through them. Beyond he found a human silhouette outlined in an aura like his own astral form but shining so brightly he couldn't look directly at it. Undeterred he plunged head first into the figure. 

He felt a living body close around him. Squeezing him tight as any lover, welcoming him into it. New senses and new sensations overwhelmed him in a riot of synaesthesia. 

Slowly his mind adjusted to its new hardware sorting sight from smell, touch from taste. He breathed in a sweet floral scent carried by warm steam. His bare skin felt wet and a little slippery water sloshed about his feet and for a moment he worried he might slip and injure his host before recovering his balance. 

He blinked as the small tiled bathroom swam into focus. Blinked again trying to correct a vision problem he couldn't quite explain until the source of his issue dawned on him. He was seeing too well. For perhaps the first time since he was a boy he was experiencing 20/20  vision without wearing his glasses. The room had an unnerving clarity and there seemed to be too many colours. The sensation was so unsettling it took him a little while to register the other sources of strangeness emanating from his body. 

He glanced down as the growing sense of wrongness finally penetrated his dazzled mind.

"Oh my god I'm a woman!" He screeched his shrill new voice shockingly loud in the small room.

Reflexively he grabbed at the small high breasts that jutted from his chest. 

In theory of course there was no reason why he shouldn't have occupied a female body. The machine he'd built didn't distinguish between sexs. It didn't even distinguish between species. He'd seriously considered projecting himself into one of the neighbourhood pets before rejecting the idea as too risky for a first test. But it honestly hadn't occurred to him that he might find himself in a female body.

Belatedly he clapped a hand over his mouth worried that his outburst might attract attention but after a long minute listening to nothing but dripping water and the pounding of his own heart it became clear no one was coming to check on him. 

Thinking about the layout of the quiet suburban street he lived in he decided he must be in the home of Mr and Mrs Abbott. He'd seen the Abbotts leave that morning which meant he must be in the body of Rita, their college aged daughter.

Sure he wouldn't be disturbed he mastered his twitchy nerves and turned his attention back to his borrowed body. More than scientific curiosity driving him as he set his dainty hands to exploring. 

He ran them down over the perky breasts once more gasping as they rubbed against his sensitive nipples. He revelled in the feel of her smooth soft skin. In the satin waves of dark blonde hair that fell past his shoulder. In the firm swell of her ass as his slim fingers dug into it. In the alien sensation of pussy lips pulling apart exposing its sensitive inner folds to the steam filled air.

The more he experienced in Rita's body the more delightful it seemed. 

He thought of his own body. Ageing, flabby and nearsighted with its grown list of pains and worries. He thought about how he'd be forced to return to it soon and then he began to think about how he might make this temporary possession a permanent arrangement...