Occupied

Hello everyone!

Today's caption was originally part of a series I was planning for Halloween, but my computer troubles ultimately killed that idea. This is sort of an abbreviated form of my original idea, which would've involved a series of women losing control of themselves to otherworldly beings on Halloween and having to live with the long-lasting consequences.

Aside from the text being too long to make a proper caption, I am also still figuring my way around Paint 3D. I should probably just redownload GIMP and be done with it, but haven't gotten around to it just yet. Until I do, I might be posting just text versions of captions, so FYI.

Also doesn't help that I'm on a new keyboard, and it's driving me nuts that half the buttons are either too small or not in the same place as I'm used to.

- B-Rex

Susan Saxton stared at her reflection, as she ran the lipstick over her ridiculous lips for a third time.

“Dere, purrrfept!” declared her reflection, smacking her lips and then blowing her a kiss. “Fo muff beddah now, dong yoo agwee?”

I'll kill you, Susan promised, as her body continued preening in the mirror. She still didn't know if the... creature, ghost, whatever it was – simply couldn't hear her thoughts, or if it was just ignoring her. I don't know how, or when, but I swear, I will kill you!!!

She'd been working in the office just yesterday morning, reading her emails and updating her calendar. When suddenly, without warning, she lost control. One moment she was typing a reply to her supervisor, the next her hands were leaving the keyboard, and unbuttoning her blouse.

Ten minutes later, she was being escorted from the building, moaning like a whore and begging the security guards to fuck her stupid, all while the men tried to keep her from flashing her tits at every person in the lobby.

An hour later, she was at the bank, draining her accounts, despite mentally refusing to tell her occupier any of her account details. Apparently the thing possessing her could read her memories, whether she wanted to divulge the information or not.

With her purse filled with thousands of dollars, her body had immediately embarked on a world-wind tour of seemingly every shop in the seedier side of town. The spending spree had included a whole new wardrobe, mostly of ultra-tight club outfits and overpriced jewelry, as well as dozens of real-fur coats, straining her credit limit to the brink in the process.

A tattooing session had been next, thankfully shortened to just a trite phrase across her chest. Though her body had promised there would be far more in the future, once she found a new source of revenue now that she was unemployed.

Next had been a trip to the salon to get a total makeover, complete with inch-long talons, even longer claws on each foot – perpetually shown off now thanks to her dozens of new open-toed high heeled pumps – and a full body waxing, to prepare her for a trip across the mall to the clinic to get electrolysis of her pubic mound.

Just when she thought it couldn't get worse, her doppelganger started asking about lip injections....

Susan stared at herself, wincing as the creature inhabiting her body finished getting dressed. To her annoyance, she shoved a bunched up sock under each breast, shoving them around until her breasts looked ready to burst from her top.

“Oooh, I can'd waid undil Sadurday,” her face muttered, winking in the mirror.

Susan winced. Just three more days until her next trip to the clinic, this time to get the rest of her 'assets' inflated to match her new lips.

The thing occupying her body gave a final inspection of her lips, frowned, and then began to apply yet another coat.

For fuck's sake, I already look like a whore!

“Oh, don'g wowwy, Suzi,” her body said suddenly, putting down the applicator.

Susan mentally gasped; it was the first time the... whatever she was, had actually addressed her mental captive!

“Yeff, I know yoo arr in derr,” her fat lips vibrated annoying, as her doppelganger insisted on purring each word in the sluttiest fashion imaginable. “Dong wowwy, I do nob plan to be in yoo fowevvah.”

Susan felt her shock give way to relief; after two weeks of being trapped inside her own head, she'd begun to lose all hope that she'd ever regain control. All her efforts over the last forty-eight hours to fight back hadn't produced so much as the slightest sign she was even bothering the creature, let alone causing it to lose its grip on her body.

But if the thing was voluntarily giving up control....?

“Usuawwy, I'd stick awound fo' a yeah arr twoo,” her body continued, as Susan felt her heart sink.

Two YEARS!!?!! I'll go insane before then!!

“Bud dats nob gowing to habben dis time.” Her body smacked their ridiculously plump lips together, frowning and running the applicator across the lower lip again.

“Twoof if, I'm geddin' bored of dis wealm; deres onwy so many wives –er, I mean, liives– I can wuin befoww id all stards blendin' togeddeh.” Her body gave a shrug in the mirror. “Anyway, I'll be gone in a few days. Just hav'ta ged yoo some weal tiddies first!”

Her face winked, her fat lips slightly tilting in what passed for a grin.

Inside her head, Susan wanted to cry in relief. If she got out of this with just a ruined credit rating, a pair of fake tits, and these horrible monstrosities on her face, she'd count herself lucky.

“Of course,” her mouth continued. “Dat weaves us pwenty of time to get yoo a new caw-cawweh; er, a new job. How does 'Suzi Suxxton' sound for yoor new pownstaw name?”