Layla's body was already humming, her pussy already slick when I gave her control of her head.
"What's happening?" She cried, staring down at herself as I continued to manipulate her body with her own hands.
I controlled everything from the neck down, and I made her fingers slide across her entrance, stroking her beautiful pussy lips. I made the fingers of her other hand tweak her tiny nipple, pinching and pulling it into sharp relief.
"Oh god, oh god!" She cried, half in sorrow, half in desire. She was terrified and horny, forced to watch her own hands crawl across her body, stroking and rubbing her into a state of excitement she couldn't stop. I could still see from out of her eyes, and when she looked down at her naked body spread out beneath her it just made me desire her more. My desire fed hers. My fingers moved faster, sliding deeper into her warmth, building a rising need within her body.
Layla was never nice to me. She was rich, pretty and popular. I was the opposite. It was only my new power that allowed me to get close to her. I hadn't intended to become absorbed into her body, and after that first moment of shook I realized this was an opportunity.
With some practice I found I could control all of her or only parts of her at a time. I'd hurried back to Layla's house in her body and lay on the ornate couch in the living room. I yanked her dress down and began masturbating. Her body felt so good beneath my hands. It would have been a shame for her to miss out on her own pleasure, so I woke her mind and let her watch as I came. She couldn't help herself, her fear turning to lust as the orgasm burned through her.
A jealous young man uses a magic spell to swap bodies with his stepsister and tries to be a better version of her in Imposter Syndrome, available on Smashwords, Amazon or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview here.
