Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled By VexenFox

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Body Rentals - Elle Gets Controlled

Author - VexenFox

“I’m not sure Sarah, I’m not that desperate.”, I said.

“Come on Elle! Aren’t you at least a bit curious?” Sarah whined.

Body Rentals had been around for a few years now, but only recently had the price and portability of their control unit’s dropped low enough for regular people to afford them. Regular people like Sarah, who was now sitting on the floor of my room desperately trying to get me to let her try it on me.

“Curious, yes.” I said “Keen for you to take control of my body? No.”

“Why not? It’s perfectly safe!” Sarah pressed me. She knew I had a hard time saying no to her, and she could tell my reluctance was waning. “It’s easy as pie, all you have to do is stick the receiver to the back of your neck, and then when I put on the helmet and remote in, I get to see what you see!”

“And make me do whatever you want.”

“I won’t do anything weird!” she exclaimed. Sarah had been telling me all about the Body Rental kit on the way home from class. Her father worked for the company that produced them, and had brought home this new, portable version just yesterday. Sarah had snuck it out of her house – without permission, I’m sure – and brought it over to try it on me. Why she wanted to try out being the small mousy girl from biology, I had no idea, but the concept made me uncomfortable.

See, the thing is, when you’re wearing the receiver, whoever wore the helmet had complete control over your body - as if it were their own. Sarah would be able to feel, see, and hear everything I did, and she’d also be the one behind the controls. I would be just a passenger in my own body, unable to even blink by myself, just watching myself move until Sarah had the good graces to release me.

It actually was even worse than that. If she wanted, she’d be able to make me completely ‘black out’, cutting me off from any awareness of what my body was doing. In that case, I’d just wake up afterwards, having no idea what had transpired while she rode me. It gave me the shivers. I liked Sarah, but we hadn’t known each other all that long, and I didn’t trust her with something like that.

“Why don’t I try it on you, if you just want to see it work?” I asked.

“Becaaaause”, Sarah replied “You don’t know how to work the controls! I have to be the one to wear the helmet.”

I hesitated. I didn’t quite believe her, but I couldn’t really see a way out. She was right – I was curious.

“Come on Elle, I’m not asking much. Just 5 minutes, to see if it works.”. She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted, and I’d been fiddling about too long.

“Okay.” I said. “But only for 5 minutes.”

“Yes! Thank you Elle! Thank you!”, Sarah jumped up, excited, and started setting up the equipment.

“But I want to remember everything that happens, okay? And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”, I tried to think if there was anything else I should say. “And don’t leave my room, okay? I don’t want my brother or someone to see me acting weird.”

“I won’t act weird.”, Sarah said, her face bent low as she fiddled with the helmet.

“And the other stuff?”

“Sure, sure”.

I don’t think she was really listening, but before I had a chance to repeat my rules, she straightened up, holding a small metal piece in her hand.

“Okay, turn around Elle! I’m going to put this on your neck!”. I signed and turned around for her, as she lifted up my hair and stuck the piece right above my spine. It felt kind of cold.

“Oooooh, this is going to be so much fun!”. Sarah moved back over to the bed and put the helmet on her head, then carefully laid herself down.

“What do I need to do?” I asked, but she wasn’t listening again. I just stood there, looking down at my arms and legs. They’d startled to tingle, just a little bit, like a quiet kind of pins and needles.

I was in the middle of wiggling my fingers when suddenly… they stopped moving. I tried to wiggle them again, but couldn’t, it was like somebody had just chopped off all the control signals from my brain. It was a very strange sensation, since I could still feel everything.

I tried to look over at Sarah to see if she’d connected yet, but I couldn’t do that either. My eyes wouldn’t obey my commands, they were just stuck, staring at my now stationary hand. I found I couldn’t even blink, no matter how hard I tried. Was it supposed to be like this? Had Sarah stuffed something up? Luckily I was still breathing automatically.

Then I felt a very strange sensation, like ice washing down my spine, through my fingers and toes, over my face. And I felt myself smile. Now that was weird, because smiling was about the last thing I wanted to do right now.

The fingers on my right hand clenched and opened themselves, I was powerless to do anything about it. Then I felt myself look up, and the smile became a grin. “Looks like it worked!” my voice breathed, in a low kind of voice.

Inwardly, I cringed. This wasn’t going to be good.

“WOW!” my voice cheered with Sarah’s enthusiasm, as she easily controlled my body. It was kinda unnerving, having your tongue and lips move by themselves. My eyes flickered over to Sarah’s comatose form laying on the bed, helmet fixed on top of her head.

“I look like I’m asleep!” Sarah said, way too loudly. I didn’t want my brother walking in on us. “I’ve never seen myself from this angle before!”.

Never looked at a photo, then?

I was annoyed at myself for letting Sarah take control of me. She was making me act all outgoing and girly – like her – not like the mousy nerd I was. It felt weirdly wrong.

I felt my weight shift and found myself taking a step towards Sarah’s body, my legs moving without my command, my bare ankles rolling slightly on the carpet as Sarah got her bearings in my body.

Careful, I don’t want to get it back hurt because of your clumsiness.

“Haha, you’re so short.” she said, her attention distracted away from her limp body. I felt my legs bend as Sarah maneuvered me into a squat. Then she used my legs to suddenly spring up into the air, jumping as high as she could, swinging my arms awkwardly to try and get more height.

“I can’t even jump up to my normal height! This is so cool!” She jumped again, and again. Then - OUCH! A sharp pain shot up my leg, I’d landed on something. Outwardly my body didn’t react at all, even as I sent the automatic command to yelp in pain and move away.

Goddamn it Sarah I said be careful!

The pain flared as Sarah kept the weight on that foot, squishing something sharp into me. I instinctively tried to adjust my weight off the painful object stabbing me, but nothing happened. I couldn’t pull my leg away, couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t do anything. I was helpless!

SARAH! What are you doing!?

A moment later she looked down, noticing she was standing on something. Another flare of pain as she adjusted my weight and lifted my leg up, to look at the bottom of my foot. One of my brother’s lego pieces sticking out of it. Wasn’t that kid too old to have lego?

“Huh, that’s weird.” my mouth moved, betraying none of the frustration I was feeling. “Shouldn’t that have hurt?”

Yes it hurt!

She flicked off the lego brick, the skin had an indentation, but wasn’t pierced. I wasn’t being a princess, I swear, those things hurt!

I felt another sharp jab of pain, this time in my arm. Sarah had pinched me with my own hand! That bitch!

“Wow, I can’t feel that at all!”. She pinched me again, harder. I could feel the muscles in my hand straining under her command to squeeze.

HEY!

“I mean, I can still feel the touch, but no pain at all. This is great!”

Yeah, great…

She chuckled. “Sorry about that Elle, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She pinched me again as she spoke, clearly not putting that much thought into her apology. At least this one wasn’t as hard.

“It’s just so weird not to feel the pain, you know?”, pinching up and down my arm. I tried as hard as I could to stop myself, willing the muscles in my hand to let up, concentrating… concentrating…!

“Ah, well”, she said, brushing herself down. “I suppose I shouldn’t try that one out too much, unless I want you to bitch about it all day!”. I’d poured all my energy into letting go, and she hadn’t even noticed. I felt my nervousness increase – I was totally at her mercy.

She brushed herself down again, my own hands moving down my chest and flat stomach. She made me look down, eyes lingering on the lumps that were making my shirt stick out. I felt myself bounce on my toes a little bit, as if in indecision. I hoped Sarah wasn’t thinking what I thought she was thinking.

“Um um um um…” the ditsy girl said. “I’m just going to… well… it’s just… I just want to see, just quickly.”

Oh no.

My betraying hands reached down and began lifting up my shirt, moving quickly, sloppily. Sarah pulled the shirt over my head, getting it caught on my boobs on the way. “Oops, sorry!”.

I felt myself look down, at my breasts held tight by my bra. “Oh my god.” Sarah breathed. “They’re so big.”.

My boobs weren’t that big, they just stood out on my small frame. But the way Sarah was making me stand, with my chest jutting out and head tilted down as far as it would go – well, it was certainly showing them off in a way I never would.

“I’ve always wanted tits like these, Elle.” I felt my stomach knot up a little bit. Was that why she asked to come over and try out this thing on me? To try out having bigger boobs? My god that girl was shallow. She was tall, blonde, and hot. The fact her boobs were only an A cup didn’t dissuade any of the dozens of guys she got with each semester, why did she care so much?

My hands reached behind and undid the clasp of my bra, letting it fall to the ground. Sarah didn’t even notice the uncomfortable position she put my shoulders in while doing it.

“Oh my god.” she said again, hefting a boob in my small hand. My hand felt cold and uncomfortable to me, but Sarah certainly was feeling something else…

I felt myself grow wet. And that was certainly not at my command. My own hands fondled my boobs more, the fingers pressing into them as Sarah heaved and jiggled my chest around. It was surreal, to have my body respond to the touch, while I felt totally trapped and helpless – and not wanting to be aroused!

But I felt it too, and inwardly I gasped as Sarah used my finger to flick my nipple. She squeezed my boobs hard, hard enough to be a little painful, even.

Take it easy Sarah! I think that’s enough for now!

She pressed my legs together as I felt myself get wetter. She was going to ruin my underwear at this rate. She slowly began lowering a hand, down to between my legs.

That’s not yours to play with!

And then I heard a gasp. Sarah made me look up, and there, in the doorway, was my little brother Ben staring open mouthed at me. Shit! How long had he watched me – Sarah – fondling? Not cool!

I cringed and tried to cover myself, but Sarah made me sit still, hands still squeezing my boobs. She forced me to smile. “Oops.” she said. He stared for a moment longer, then ran away.

She turned back to her limp form on the bed. “Guess I should let you go, ay?”, she said casually, genuinely enjoying herself.

I’m going to kill you for this, Sarah.

Sarah walked me back to the bed, my eyes looking down at her body’s limp form. She stopped and smiled down at herself. I wanted to scream.

My brother just saw me fondling myself! Get the hell out of my body Sarah!

Ignoring me, she reached down to brush her hair out of her face. My eyes lingered on my nails as she did it. “You have such nice nails, Elle. And such small hands!”. She waved them in front of her own face, giggling. Then she poked her sleeping form in the cheek, with one of my outstretched fingers.

“I can’t feel anything from my own body.” Sarah said to herself. Or maybe she said it to me, it’s hard to tell who she’s talking to when she’s using my mouth to do it. She laughed as she used my hands to push her own mouth into a smile, and then a frown, playing with her features from the outside.

Yes, yes, very funny. Now get out of me!

Sarah fiddled around with her eyebrows for a moment, using my nails to pluck a few hairs. Then she stuck my finger up her own pert nose, letting out a snort of laughter from my body.

That’s disgusting, Sarah. And it’s your own body!!

“I suppose I better check how you’re feeling about this, Elle.” Sarah said, sighing. She leaned across her body, and flicked a switch on the side of the helmet.

Instantly, I felt myself falling, suddenly no longer having Sarah control my balance. I fell forward, landing awkwardly on top of Sarah’s body on the bed. I scrambled back, regaining control of my rebellious limbs.

“Haha, careful!” said Sarah, opening her eyes and grinning. She sat up on the bed and stretched. “I wouldn’t want to do that for too long, already my body feels funny coming back!”

My own arms and legs were tingling slightly, but the feeling was going away. I quickly found my bearings and rounded on her.

“What the hell, Sarah!” I hissed. “What do you think you were doing?!”

“I just wanted to see what it felt like having big boobs!” she replied, innocently. “I didn’t think you’d mind that much. Even you have to admit you have a great rack.” She gestured at my bare chest, and I blushed, scrambling to find the clothes Sarah had thrown around the room.

“You should have asked first.” I grumbled, putting my bra back on.

“Oh come on! I could tell you enjoyed it!” she chucked “I certainly did.”

“About that! I don’t appreciate somebody else turning me on like that!”

“Don’t we usually get turned on by other people?” Sarah grinned mischievously. “Maybe I’m just extra good at it.”

“That’s not the same, and you know it.” For all my posturing, it was actually kinda hot, having my body get all aroused without my input. Wait – did I only find it hot because Sarah found it hot, and she was controlling my body’s feelings? Argh, this was so confusing.

Sarah was still looking at me, a bit of a glint in her eye. “Oh yeah? I bet I could make you soooooo horny.”

I gulped. She wasn’t going to do that, was she? I hesitated, then began to reach up to remove the receiver from the back of my neck.

“Maybe another time-- “

Sarah flicked the switch on the helmet again, and my hand froze in the air. I felt a chill wash over me. A moment later, her body collapsed back onto the bed.

Really?

“Oh yesssss.” my traitorous voice breathed. My mouth opened wide. “I’m baaaaaack” Sarah sung, way too loudly.

Keep it down, Sarah!

My eyes looked down at my chest, with my recently re-donned bra holding up my perky breasts. Sarah jutted out my chest to get a good look. “Can’t be having that, can we?”. She reached behind my back and removed my bra, letting my breasts once again fall freely. She took them in my hands. “Mmmmm, where were we?”

I could feel a growing wetness down below, as Sarah squeezed my boobs tight. She ran my fingers down my flat stomach and began to undo the buttons on my jeans.

“You’ve been working out, have you? I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I pigged out in your body then?” She giggled, forcing my voice into her girly mannerisms. It sounded wrong - I don’t normally giggle.

She pulled down my pants and kicked them across the room, controlling my foot with a finesse completely foreign to me. Then she bent all the way down, and used my eyes to stare directly at my vagina.

“Didn’t even shave for me!” she laughed. This was so embarrassing. Not that I had pubic hair, of course, that was totally normal. But bending over and talking into my own vagina? Not something I would normally be caught dead doing.

She poked it with one of my fingers, and I felt a wave of arousal wash through me. Sarah was enjoying this immensely. I could even see some of my pubic hair glistening with the wetness Sarah was forcing on me.

Sarah poked the lips again, pushing my labia to the side, inspecting the hole. And… “Haha, your clit is much smaller than mine.” It was bad enough she was controlling my body, but did she have to compare everything between us?

She used my middle finger to give my clitoris a rub, and I felt a spike of pleasure jolt through me. Sarah gasped, and clenched my vagina in arousal. I tried to rub it again, but couldn’t – my body was still completely out of my control.

If you’re going to do it, bloody do it!

My fingers curled themselves, then flicked my clitoris. Hard.

Ouch! Hey!

My body responded positively though, the pulsing wetness within me getting even more powerful. Sarah flicked again, another jolt, of pleasure and of pain. “This normally hurts too much to be much fun.” my voice announced, “But when I’m controlling you, we can’t feel any of the pain! Isn’t that great?”

Hey! Wait! I can still feel the pain!

I wanted to shout, but nothing came out. I concentrated on moving my lips, but only felt myself lick them as Sarah worked herself up. Another flick. Another jolt.

Sarah moved my body down onto it’s knees, a grin on my face. She reached behind and slapped me hard on my bottom, using all the pitiful strength of my weak arm. This was humiliating! Not that I masturbated very much, but when I did it was lying comfortably back on my bed, quietly rubbing myself until I orgasmed.

This was loud, messy, and not at all comfortable. Sarah lent forward, my face and shoulder pressing into the ground, uncomfortably close to her dirty shoes and socks. She reached down with both arms and began rubbing in a circle, pushing down harder then I would have liked. It was so strange. And so, so hot.

I could feel all of Sarah’s pleasure as she played with my body. A warm, radiating, pleasurable pulsing deep inside me, with spiking jolts as she manipulated my clitoris clumsily. She rammed the fingers of my other hand deep into my vagina and began pumping. My voice moaned loudly into the floor.

Sarah, keep it do-- dow— dooowwwn…

I could feel every ministration, all the build up, and not being in control just made it ten times hotter. Sure, a lot of this pleasure was just because of Sarah enjoying it – it was her making my body wet, after all – but I secretly was into it as well.

We built up closer and closer, my hands pushing harder inside. I could feel my right hand start to cramp, but I couldn’t control it, couldn’t loosen the muscles or adjust the position. My face pressed into the ground, and my knees ached. The massive orgasm continued to build up, and I couldn’t do anything about any of it.

Oh god, I’m coming!

“Ooooooooh!!” Sarah made me moan. “OoooOOooh GOD!”. I came, squirting all over my bedroom floor, fingers continuing to rub inside of me. My toes curled, my breath caught, my eyesight went white and unfocused. Holy shit, Sarah.

“Wow.” Sarah panted. “Told ya I could turn you on.” She didn’t even bother getting up, just rolled over on the floor and reached up to her form on the bed above. I could feel the mess she had made on the ground pressing into my bare bottom.

She forced me to do a slight sit up, and flicked the switch on the helmet again. I fell backwards onto the ground, my shoulder hitting painfully as my stomach muscles instantly lost the commands they’d been receiving from Sarah. I just lay there, overwhelmed.

Sarah, her body still fresh, got up easily. She removed the helmet and blushed as she looked down at me.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you to clean up the mess you made.” she said. “I’ll come get the stuff later, my Dad won’t notice it’s gone for a few days.” She made for the door quickly, leaving me laying in her mess. “Bye!”

“Bye…” I mumbled. I don’t know how I felt about what just happened.

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I woke late up the next morning. It was about 10am, the sun was shining brightly, and I could faintly hear the sounds of somebody fiddling around in another room, probably my brother.

I felt fresh and well rested, which was a welcome change after yesterday’s adventures. After Sarah had left, I’d forced my aching body through the motions of getting dressed and cleaning up. I had tried to remove the small receiver from the back of my neck, but I couldn’t figure out how to get it off – it seemed to be stuck pretty tight. I’d planned on asking Sarah how to remove it, but had fallen asleep exhausted before I got around to it. At least there was no hurry, I’d heard of people using the old-style receivers for weeks at a time with no problems, it was really more just a piece of mind kind of thing.

I yawned and stretched, shaking the sleep out of my limbs. Looking around the room for something to wear, I noticed something odd – my door was open. I never slept with the door open.

As I stood up, I felt something kind of strange. That same tingling in my hands and feet that I’d felt yesterday, when Sarah used the helmet on me. That was weird, was there something wrong with the receiver? I reached behind my neck to fiddle with it again…

…And then I was across the room, staring myself in the mirror. What the hell? I looked around – nothing else had changed. I’d apparently just teleported. Had I zoned out for a second? I felt a chill down my spine. The Body Rentals unit – it was possible to make the mount black-out when using it.

I spun, searching for the helmet. I hadn’t moved it since Sarah had left yesterday, and she’d just left it out on my desk near the door… It wasn’t there. I felt my stomach drop.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.”, I told myself. “Sarah’s the only one that knows how to use it. If that was a blackout just now, then it was her.” And if it wasn’t her? I reached up again and tried to peel off the reciever. It wouldn’t budge, it felt like I was going to pull my skin off before moving that thing. What did they stick it on with, bloody stitches?!

Trying to keep myself calm, I pulled out my phone. I was in the middle of pulling up Sarah’s contact when I felt the tingling again. Oh noooo…

…And then I was back in front of the mirror. It was freakily instant - like no time had passed at all. One moment I was about to call Sarah, and then I was staring at myself in the mirror and feeling… aroused.

I was definitely wet. I could feel the dampness of my panties touching my skin, and feel the radiating warmth of arousal – quickly fading as my definitely not horny mind reasserted itself.

“Jesus Christ” I felt a deep pange of anxiety as I realised my situation. Somebody – probably Sarah – had taken the helmet to god knows where, and was now switching off my brain at her pleasure, to do god knows what with my body.

I looked down. You have no idea what these hands were doing 2 minutes ago. I’d probably been fondled, unconscious, by my own hands. My body didn’t feel too different, except for the wetness. My boobs didn’t feel sore or anything, and I didn’t feel tired. “Maybe Sarah was just testing the black-out feature?” I really hoped that was the case.

Then I felt the tingling again. “No!” I shouted. I squeezed my hands and tensed my body, I could fight it! I shut my eyes, concentrating. The feeling disappeared. “Yes!” I thought. “No stupid brain chip is gonna control this girl!”.

I smiled and opened my eyes. And screamed. About an inch in front of me was a face. Okay, so it was my face, but c’mon, you don’t expect to blink and suddenly be staring at yourself, do you? I was back in front of the mirror, and feeling a little chilly. Just how long had I blacked out for? This was getting freakier by the second.

I went to adjust my top and found it was gone, my cold hand brushed skin. I looked down and yelped – I was completely naked, the cool breeze from the open window wafting over my nude form. Oh crap! I ran over and pulled the curtains. Had anybody seen me? What had happened? Maybe I couldn’t fight this thing after all.

This time my body did feel a bit weird. I raised a hand to hand to my nipple, and found it puffy and sore. There were red marks on my breasts, where somebody had pawed at them. I wiggled my fingers. Somebody had pawed at them with my own hand.

My vagina felt very strange, and a little sore, like I’d masturbated, but in a weird way. My clitoris was aching, but the actual opening was completely fine – just wet. I shivered. This was too weird. I think if I hadn’t been feeling the residual horniest, left over from whoever was controlling my body, I would have been freaking out a lot more.

My phone alarm went off, and I jumped. I hadn’t set an alarm? I walked over to where it was sitting on the floor amongst my clothes – clearly thrown with very little care by “me”. I gulped as I saw the time, a whole hour had passed. An hour where my body had been moving around, outside my control, without my awareness, doing god knows what. What if I’d left the house? Insulted people? Oh god, what if I’d had sex with someone?

“No”, I thought, “I would be able to feel that. Somebody has just been rubbing my vagina.” I smelt my finger. “And doing it with this hand.”

I unlocked my phone and it opened straight into the video app, where a video recorded 20 minutes ago waited for me. “Jesus Christ”, they must have used my fingerprint to open my phone. Goddamn it!

I clicked play, and my own face popped up, grinning. “Hiiii” the video me said in a tone that made me want to punch myself. “Want to see what I’ve been up to?”

My mouth dropped open as I stared at the copy of me, waving out from the video. It wasn’t a copy of me at all, it was what my body had been doing less than an hour ago. Such a weird disconnect – that was me. That’s my face. This voice said those things.

And I didn’t know what was coming next.

“I” smiled slyly at the camera, fingering my shirt. I glanced over to where it was now lying on the floor, knowing what was coming. The video me spoke. “I’ve been having sooooo much fun as you.” she winked. “But I thought I’d make this video so you get to enjoy some of it too! Isn’t that soooo nice of me?”

I watched as my own face smirked at me. “I love this girly body of yours, Elle. It’s amazing what you can get away with when you have a face like this.”

What have you been doing?!

The video me looked down, then yanked off my shirt, ripping it slightly. I watched my own hands squeeze and poke my boobs, as if I’d never touched them before – actually, as if I’d never touched boobs before at all. The video me was being rough, but not in a sexy controlled way, just in a “I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing” kind of way. A sinking feeling washed over me – I don’t think this was Sarah in my body.

Be gentle you bastard! Who are you?

The video me struggled to take off my bra, trying to pull it straight up without undoing the strap. It looked painful to watch, and I felt my sore nipple as I watched – that clearly wasn’t the end of the abuse my body had been forced to do to itself.

“OOooowooowwweee” came an off-putting moan as the video me finally removed my bra, and I cringed with embarrassment. Then she reached a hand in my pants, wiggled it for the camera, and stuck it right into my mouth.

Fucking gross!

I wanted to vomit. I looked down at my hands, and they were not at all clean. Fuck you, whoever did this to me. Fuck you Body Rentals Inc. Fuck you Sarah!

Then the video me took my finger and stuck it in my ear, giving herself a wet willy. Next she stuck it in her nose, digging for gold. She gave the camera an evil look, and I gasped as I watched myself pull out a big hunk of snot… and eat it.

I think I’m going to be sick.

The video me didn’t stop there though, she pulled down my pants, ripped off my underwear, and waved them in front of the camera.

“Lookie here! I’ve got your panties, Elle! Or are they myyyyy panties?”

They’re still mine! You’re just wearing them! I’m wearing them! I mean, no! ARGH!!

I watched in horror as “I” raised the underwear to my face and took a huge wiff. “Mmmmmmm” the video me said, closing my eyes in apparent ecstasy. “Feels even better in your body.”

What? You’ve smelt my underwear before? Who-

The girl in the video stared straight at the screen, and raised one eyebrow. “Now that’s not fair!” I hissed. “I can’t even do that!”. Still staring at the camera, right at me it seemed, she put my underwear on her head like a hat. The video me started cracking up, like it was the funniest thing in the world.

“This is soooo great.” she laughed. “I can make you do anything! I wish I could see your face when you watch this. I bet it would look something liiiike…” She started making faces, moving my face muscles in ways that I couldn’t copy if I tried. She pouted, she opened my mouth wide and flipped my tounge around. She crossed my eyes, and even reached up and peeled my eyelids back so you could only see the whites of my eye.

Goddamn it, I wanted to hit her. No. Focus. Who could be controlling my body like that? Sarah wouldn’t do that. In fact, no girl I knew would act like that – not the awkward fondling, at least – I must have been controlled by a guy. A teenage boy, just judging by the immaturity he was forcing my body through.

The video me stood up, and for the first time in my life I got a close up view of my vagina from an outside angle. I’d never taken a video like this before, or any kind of nude photo. I was really kind of a prude – though now apparently my body had done things that I never had.

“Hmmm, what to do, what to do?” my voice said, knowing exactly what it was planning on doing. “I kind of feel like going for a walk. I better exercise your body while I’m borrowing it, right? Wouldn’t want you getting fat!”

I watched the video, petrified, as my body picked up the phone and pointed the camera out of my window. She made no move to put my clothes back on, or take the blue panties off my head.

Oh no, oh no oh no oh no!

Nothing happened for a moment, and then I saw my own pert buttocks appear in the video, skipping naked through the front lawn. Jesus Christ. My body began doing a strange and awkward assortment of exercises. I watched myself hop on one leg across the lawn, my boobs bouncing every which way. Then I attempted a roll, and landed flat on my face. Ouch. Maybe some of this redness wasn’t just from masturbating… I didn’t know if that was better or worse, now that I thought about it.

The teenage boy controlling my body lay me down on the ground, and tried to do a push up. “YOU’RE SO WEAK!” she - he - shouted up at the phone in the window, failing to do even a single one. “I KNEW GIRLS WERE WEAK, BUT WOW!”.

Fuck you! You just have bad form!!

I couldn’t tell from the camera view if any neighbours had been watching my body’s naked display, but I did see a van drive passed, slowing down as it caught sight of “me”. My body was apparently now attempting various revealing yoga poses in the front yard, showing off my nude glory to the world in a range of different positions, each one more revealing than the last.

Eventually the torture ended, and I saw my body come back inside the house. But it was several minutes until “I” showed up on the video again, and I had no idea what I had done in that time.

The camera shook as my own hand clumsily grabbed the phone. The video turned around and I saw my cute sweaty face grinning at me. “Well that was a fun workout!” my voice declared. “So fun I feel like I actually earnt all that ice cream afterwards. Hope it doesn’t make you feel sick!” he laughed in my high pitched tones, rubbing my belly.

He tilted the phone down to show off my sweaty, grass covered body. I yelped when my crotch came into view - there was an ice cream cone stuck to my vagina. “Thought I’d have some fun with it too.” my face winked, then raised that single eyebrow again, as if just to annoy me.

“There’s a lot about your body I think you don’t know, because you never had the balls to try.” I saw my own hand flick my nipple again. “But I’m going to have some more fun without you now. Be good, and maybe I won’t make you do anything tooooo bad. Hehe!”

Worse than exercising naked outside!?

The video cut off, leaving me staring, feeling overwhelmed. I felt my vagina. It was sticky – and maybe not just from my own fluids, I thought. I felt a chill go down my spine.

And then my hand lingered, touching my slit… I tried to pull it away, but my finger curled and rubbed suggestively. My mouth opened, and I found myself talking.

“Oh, you thought that was it? No… you’re mine until dinner.”

I blacked out.

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I woke up with the taste of chicken in my mouth, and my hand squishing something soft.

“What the hell are you doing, Elle?” came my mother’s voice. She was staring at me, more shocked than angry. I looked around - I was sitting at the dinner table, and my hand was shoved all the way into the shared bowl of mashed potato.

“Eww, do we still have to eat that?” asked my older sister Stacy, a disgusted look on her face. “You think I’m going to let a whole bowl of mash go to waste?!” Mum replied, rapping my hand with the serving spoon. I flinched and quickly withdrew it from the mash. What the hell had happened?

“Go wash your hands, Elle. I don’t know that’s gotten into you – first you go telling inappropriate jokes, then you try to wrestle Stacy --” “And fondle me while doing it!” “–and now you go and shove your hand in our food! If the police ever locate your father he’ll punish you good!” Mum scooped out a big spoon of the potato and dumped it on my sister plate, much to her chagrin. “And go tell your brother dinner’s ready, I haven’t seen him all afternoon!”.

I ran out of the dining room as fast as I could, my face turning a deep red. What the hell had happened? Last thing I remember was being controlled by somebody – and that was this morning. This entire day had gone by in only a few short minutes!

As I climbed the stairs up to my brothers room, I noticed my clothes. I was wearing high heels – high heels I’d never seen before in my life. My toenails were visible, and they were painted a shiny black colour. That was new. I didn’t usually paint my nails, and they had just been plain this morning. What the fuck? I looked further up. My legs had been shaved, and I was wearing a short denim skirt and tiny tank top that showed off my flat belly. I didn’t own any of these clothes, where had they come from?

I could feel I had a wedgie, and I reached down to fix it, then turned a deep shade of red as I realised I was wearing a thong. Whoever had controlled me had taken me out shopping, it seemed, and they had probably spent my money doing it. That fucking bastard, who was it? I noticed something else odd as I tried to adjust the uncomfortable underwear – I didn’t feel any pubic hair. I never bothered shaving down there, but now I was apparently as smooth as a pornstar. Somebody had gone and shaved my vagina, while I was unconscious, and used my own hands to do it. I shivered – my body was feeling less and less like my own, and more like a communal tool that everybody was having a turn in.

I burst into my brothers room, and he jumped, hurriedly scrambling away from whatever he’d been doing in his cupboard. Hiding something in there, it looked like.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, somewhat nervously. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering up the revealing outfit I’d been forced to wear.

“Mum sent me up to get you for dinner. What were you doing in there?” I pointed to his cupboard. “None of your business.” he snapped. “Tell her I’ll be right down.”

I had a sudden, horrifying thought. Could it be…? “Show me what’s in the cupboard!” I ordered, with as much determination as I could put into my voice, stepping forward to push him out of the way.

“No way.” he said, stepping forward as well, seeming almost as horrified and panicked as I was. I pushed him as hard as I could, but my arms seemed tired and weaker than usual – what had they been used for today? My brother stumbled back a little bit, and I continued charging past, ripping open the door to the cupboard.

My heart sank. There, half covered with clothes, was the Body Rentals helmet. The device that connected to the receiver stuck to the back of my neck to control me. A deep anger rose within me – my brother had seen me get controlled by Sarah yesterday, and he’d snuck into my room during the night to steal the helmet. He’d taken control of my body all day, ran me around naked outside, masturbated, spent my money! I was going to kill that little shit!

“You fucking bastard!” I reeled toward him and shouted, so angry I could hardly breathe. “How could you do that to me?!”

He seemed a little sheepish. Only a little fucking sheepish, being confronted with what he’d done! “Oh, errr, well… you know Elle, it was a lot of fun.” he smirked a little bit. “You do have a pretty rockin’ body.”

I charged towards him, my hand outstretched to slap him on the face, but I stumbled in the heels he’d put me in, and he managed to dodge out of the way.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, Elle! Don’t chip a nail - I spent a lot of time getting those right today!” I growled and dived at him again, this time managing to tackle him to the floor, where I landed on top of him with a grunt. I punched him, but it didn’t seem to have much of an effect – I wasn’t feeling very strong right now, and he almost seemed to be enjoying the fight, as my boobs wobbled in front of his face as I swung.

He reached up, and I ducked my head, preparing for him to try and push me off, but nothing came. A moment later I looked up again, to see what he was doing, and he grinned as he pulled out the helmet from the cupboard next to where we’d landed on the ground.

Noooo!

I grabbed him around the neck and squeezed as hard as I could. He slammed the helmet down on his head, and his body went limp. Then I felt a shiver go through me, and my hands loosened by themselves.

Fuck you! You can’t control me!

I tried as hard as I could to squeeze, just to move my hands to hit him. But nothing came. My hands let go of his neck, and wiggled themselves in front of my face.

“Oh, you’re going to regret that!” my voice said, as I felt my rage turn to fear. My hands reached up, brushing my boobs on the way, and wrapped themselves around my neck.

“I have complete control of you.” My hands squeezed for a second, then relaxed. “I don’t think you get it, Elle. I can make you do absolutely anything – say absolutely anything.” I found myself chucking, then my mouth opened by itself and said, loudly. “I’m a stupid girl, and I’m really ugly and I pick my nose and eat it.”

Ugh, getting controlled by your little brother is exactly as bad as it sounds.

My newly manicured finger reached up and poked me right in the eye, which stayed open, not even flinching as it was poked. Fucking hell, I couldn’t even make myself blink. “And I can’t feel pain while I’m in here, so you should be careful!”

He could make me do anything.

I felt my wedgie got a lot tighter, and found my hand had reached down and pulled the thong further up my bottom, my vagina responding as my brother clenched it in pleasure. “And now, I’m going to go have dinner. See you in a minute!”

And suddenly I was sitting at the dinner table. Like no time had passed, I was once again downstairs, and my body was feeling turned on – my arousal having just been determined by my brother in the body of a 19 year old girl.

My mother and sister were looking at me awkwardly, and I glanced down as well. I was naked.
I yelped and covered myself up, feeling myself blush from head to toe. My body was aroused, again, and I was feeling cold in the evening air. Goosebumps popped up all over me – I guess that didn’t happen automatically when I was being controlled?

I was rocked with feelings from my body coming in all at once. My abs were kinda sore, as if I’d been doing sit ups. My vagina was literally dripping, though the horniness was rapidly fading as my own consciousness reasserted control.

I looked down at my hands, which were feeling kind of cramped and tired. There was a bruise on my wrist, which I rubbed, annoyed. I inspected my fingers closely, trying to figure out what they had been doing without me. Normally I kept my hands clean and plain, but now they were sticky and dirty, and the nail polish Ben had painted them with earlier was already chipped.

I groaned as I noticed somebody had bitten my finger nails. A gross habit of my brother, apparently retained even as he controlled my body. My mouth had been forced to bite those nails – oh god, that’s probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had happen to me. I had a thing about nails.

Stacy was staring at me, and she seemed utterly confused. “What the hell are you doing, Elle?”.

Oh shit. I was sitting at the kitchen table, in front of my mother and sister, completely nude. I looked around desperately for my clothes, and saw them strewn around the dining room as if thrown off without a care in the world. My bra on the counter, my socks over by the stairs… my panties, sitting in the mashed potato bowl in the middle of the table.

“You aren’t going to make us eat out of that again, are you Mum?” asked Stacy, only half joking. My Mum shook her head numbly. “Did something happen to you, Elle?”

Of course! I could just tell them about the receiver! It was new to have one this small, but the old kind of fixed Body Rentals units had been around for a few years now, and Stacy definitely knew about those. I wonder if she suspected anything? She and Ben got along pretty well, much better than I did with either of them. If she realised I was being controlled, I’d think she’d be able to work out who it was pretty quickly. I just needed to get her to realise.

I kicked myself for not asking for help sooner. Sure, I’d only been conscious for a few minutes in the entire day, so I hadn’t had much of a chance to think about it, but you know, it should have been the first thing on my mind.

I opened my mouth to tell them, and then found it was still closed. Huh? Damn, these blackouts really are instant! Sensations hit me all at once. I was standing on something squishy, feeling strange. I wiggled my toes and felt myself get poked by something hard, jutting out from the squish lumps, it felt very strange. I also seemed to be much higher up than normal…

The table. I was standing on the table! Standing in… I looked down at my bare foot, squashed into the communal plate of chicken.

Oh my god.

One of my hands was resting on my vagina - I quickly pulled it away - but the other was near my face. I could taste something funny in my mouth, but couldn’t tell what. What had my body done? How long had passed? My family were gaping up at me, apparently Ben had climbed my body onto the dinner table and posed it in front of them.

“I’m being cont-”

Mmmmph! Something was suddenly pressed against my mouth, something warm and wet. I opened my eyes – which had been shut, apparently – and saw Stacy’s face. We were kissing.

Ewww!

I scrambled back, horrified, as Stacy fidgeted slightly, looking embarrassed. My mother was nowhere to be seen. It was darker outside, as if a bigger chunk of time had passed. I found I was wearing my skirt again, but no underwear, and no top.

“I’m being controlled by Ben!”, I shouted as quickly as I could, before he could stop me.

“I know.”, Stacy replied softly.

What?

And then I was lying on my back, my hands on my breasts. Another time jump! I gasped. There was something running down my chest, between my legs, in my hair. I raised a hand - gravy. I was covered in gravy. Huh.

Everything changed, and there was a nipple in my mouth. What the hell? I barely had a chance to take it in, when suddenly I was outside.

My body wobbled, and I felt an incredible pleasure washing over me. It felt like I was a second away from orgasming, but the feeling wasn’t building, it was receding. Was that because my mind was taking over again? Had I gone through another blackout? I was standing, weakly, feeling soooo turned on… and cold. It was very cold. My nipples were like knives. Where was I?

I opened my eyes. In front of me I could see the top of the little pine tree that sat in front of our house. Wha- I was on the roof! I let out a little whimper, and dropped down to my hands and knees quickly, feeling for something to hang on to. I hated heights. How the hell had I gotten up here? Forcing myself to look up, I tried to spot a ladder, but it was dark, and there was nothing within eyesight.

I ducked my head and gripped the tiles beneath me as best I could, my knuckles turning white as I shivered with fear and cold. Ben knew I was scared of heights, that little shit! I could hear him laughing from somewhere down below.

“I told you I could climb it!” he said to somebody. Stacy’s voice replied. “You shouldn’t have, you almost slipped off going around that corner.”

Jesus Christ, the thought of my body climbing up to the roof was terrifying.

“Go get the ladder!” I called, shaking. “Get me down!”

“Okay”, said Ben. Then my body stood itself up, without my command, and my stomach dropped.

Not like that!

“You probably won’t want to watch this.”, my voice said, as I desperately tried to stop my body from skipping over towards the edge.

I blinked, and when I next opened my eyes, it was day-time.

“That was really hot.”, my friend Jess winked at me. “I’m so glad I’m not the only lesbian at this school.”

Ben, what have you done?