Similar Adventures on Outfox
[Two Line Summary]
Daniel Discovers a strange liquid from a meteor that allows him to spread his consciousness through any orifice
[Detailed Description]
Daniel finds a canister on his way home from his job. Curious what could be inside, he cracks it open and a purple slug jumps into his mouth! He passes out, but awakes shortly after knowing he has a new ability. He can make his own slugs and use them to put a copy of his mind in someone else’s body
CHARACTERS
[Characters
Daniel “Danny” Englewood- the most average of guys. Average build, brown hair, average face. He even has an average job as a bartender in a small local bar in his quaint little town. A bit of a goofball, but in a charming way.
Sally Birch- owner of a local bar, and Danny’s boss. She is in her early 40’s and built like attention comes easy. Attractive, curt, but well like by her patrons. A good boss and easy one eyes
Justin Poe- Danny’s best friend, bit of a nerd and a pervert but also one of the funniest people Danny knows
SETTING & WORLD
Modern day Small town of 12000 in rural Louisiana, a couple hours drive from Baton Rouge
Daniel Discovers a strange liquid from a meteor that allows him to spread his consciousness through any orifice
[Detailed Description]
Daniel finds a canister on his way home from his job. Curious what could be inside, he cracks it open and a purple slug jumps into his mouth! He passes out, but awakes shortly after knowing he has a new ability. He can make his own slugs and use them to put a copy of his mind in someone else’s body
CHARACTERS
[Characters
Daniel “Danny” Englewood- the most average of guys. Average build, brown hair, average face. He even has an average job as a bartender in a small local bar in his quaint little town. A bit of a goofball, but in a charming way.
Sally Birch- owner of a local bar, and Danny’s boss. She is in her early 40’s and built like attention comes easy. Attractive, curt, but well like by her patrons. A good boss and easy one eyes
Justin Poe- Danny’s best friend, bit of a nerd and a pervert but also one of the funniest people Danny knows
SETTING & WORLD
Modern day Small town of 12000 in rural Louisiana, a couple hours drive from Baton Rouge
A future timeline, where humanity has spread to the stars and worlds beyond the cradle of Sol; all under the purview of a unified Earth government.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
---
In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
---
In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
An alien parasite descends to earth to feed on human sperm, and it turns out to feel really good doing it.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
You rule the seedy underbelly of the city with a bloodied fist and worn steel, the boss of crime bosses of a regional mafia family; the capo dei capi as the media and law enforcement would term it.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
The main character is taken to a hospital after a car accident where he is treated with nanobots.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
[Two Line Summary]
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
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Similar Adventures on Outfox
[Two Line Summary]
Daniel Discovers a strange liquid from a meteor that allows him to spread his consciousness through any orifice
[Detailed Description]
Daniel finds a canister on his way home from his job. Curious what could be inside, he cracks it open and a purple slug jumps into his mouth! He passes out, but awakes shortly after knowing he has a new ability. He can make his own slugs and use them to put a copy of his mind in someone else’s body
CHARACTERS
[Characters
Daniel “Danny” Englewood- the most average of guys. Average build, brown hair, average face. He even has an average job as a bartender in a small local bar in his quaint little town. A bit of a goofball, but in a charming way.
Sally Birch- owner of a local bar, and Danny’s boss. She is in her early 40’s and built like attention comes easy. Attractive, curt, but well like by her patrons. A good boss and easy one eyes
Justin Poe- Danny’s best friend, bit of a nerd and a pervert but also one of the funniest people Danny knows
SETTING & WORLD
Modern day Small town of 12000 in rural Louisiana, a couple hours drive from Baton Rouge
Daniel Discovers a strange liquid from a meteor that allows him to spread his consciousness through any orifice
[Detailed Description]
Daniel finds a canister on his way home from his job. Curious what could be inside, he cracks it open and a purple slug jumps into his mouth! He passes out, but awakes shortly after knowing he has a new ability. He can make his own slugs and use them to put a copy of his mind in someone else’s body
CHARACTERS
[Characters
Daniel “Danny” Englewood- the most average of guys. Average build, brown hair, average face. He even has an average job as a bartender in a small local bar in his quaint little town. A bit of a goofball, but in a charming way.
Sally Birch- owner of a local bar, and Danny’s boss. She is in her early 40’s and built like attention comes easy. Attractive, curt, but well like by her patrons. A good boss and easy one eyes
Justin Poe- Danny’s best friend, bit of a nerd and a pervert but also one of the funniest people Danny knows
SETTING & WORLD
Modern day Small town of 12000 in rural Louisiana, a couple hours drive from Baton Rouge
A future timeline, where humanity has spread to the stars and worlds beyond the cradle of Sol; all under the purview of a unified Earth government.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
---
In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
---
Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
In one of many long-range colony ships, moving with the intent to establish humanity's interstellar frontier in brave new lands beyond even Sol's light—an accident stirs a stowaway evil awake, eager with ambitious desire and lust.
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In the vast cargo holds of the UECS Nike and halfway through the journey, the all-women crew of the ship found a bizzare and morbid mystery:
A desiccated male corpse in the ratty remains of a hazard suit, with only two strange vials in its crusty clutches.
Identification of the cadaver via DNA analysis of sample tissue is easy, despite the degradation of the body. A return within the Unified Earth Overwatch's databases brought up a researcher-turned-petty-criminal, Killigan Pierce. A no-name corporation's former employee, his warrant describes the theft of company assets and evasion of arrest. Short, simple, and puzzling that he would wound up dead on the all-female colony ship UECS Nike.
Warp travel interference and the grand distances of the journey meant that communications between the ship and the Sol System is nil until further notice, the special FTL comms satellite only for use at the ship's target exoplant. Still, the women of the Nike's skeleton crew merely incinerates the body; the two vials safely in storage at one of the numerous science labs on the ship.
In any other timeline, the science officer in the lab would have found what is in those vials; and promptly dispose them without haste or hesitation.
This, however, is not that timeline.
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Sharon Juan Moruga: A junior science officer onboard the Nike and the one that is examining the two vials found on Pierce's corpse. Sharon is a young Filipina with pixie cut black hair, an slender athletic build with respectable chest and rear assets, a sunkissed complexion akin to macassar ebony wood, and a pretty face with soft angles; cute features; and hazel brown eyes. Has a fiercely tomboy demeanor and a go-getter attitude with her work.
Lilia Volynski: Sharon's roommate and a member of the ship's security complement. Also around Sharon's age and a junior within the security complement, only having two years as a uniformed police officer on Mars for experience. A tall Slavic brunette beauty with shoulder-length hair, fair complexion like young cherry blossom flowers and a fit body with curves that can make a winding river green with envy; her rack and posterior are, comparative to Sharon's, ample yet firm despite their size. A timid but serious girl, trying to professional but held back by anxiety and introvert tendencies.
Mizu Matsumodo: The peppy and trendy XO of the ship's command staff. A Japanese woman with small but near perfectly round breasts, a slim build that bottoms out to a surprisingly adequete thick rear and thighs, and a fashion sense that favors bold colors; including dying her hair to pink, switching it over to blue with purple highlights, and vice versa. She's competent, but her cheerfully sunny disposition throws many of the crew off.
Sherrie Preston: The ship's captain with the gravitas to match, despite her chill attitude. An African-American lady with spiky dark hair thats always fashioned into masculine hair styles to pair with her handsome face. Like many others on the ship, her womanly assets are impressive, yet the most notable is her toned build; her muscles clearly defined in spite of her shapely body, with a prominent six-pack visible under the ship's tight uniforms. Although visually intimidating, Sherrie is a lax and carefree captain, having faith that her crew can manage themselves even in theoretical times of crisis.
Linda Thompson: A member of the ship's engineering and robotics teams. A blonde Caucasian bombshell of a lady who could've been a famous actress if not for her chosen profession as a robotics technician. She wears glasses that enhance her nigh peerless silver screen prettiness and even her work clothes look amazing on her. Despite that, she is a humble and sociable butterfly, clearly happy to ply her trade with robots and software than acting on movies and shows.
Trinh My Huyuh: A feisty Vietnamese girl, eccentric ship engineer, and Linda's roommate. Shorter than even Sharon, Trinh's complexion is like lacquered tiger maple wood, her build a lithe and runner's, her naturally red hair always in pigtails or twin Chinese hairbuns; although short, her boobs and butt are fairly well endowed. Though Trinh is often still subject being mistaken as a teen, either unironically or not. As a result, Trinh is a snappy, fiesty, and thinly patient girl; yet eccentrically brilliant in her approach to astronomy and space ship engineering.
Hei-ran Su: The stern head of security from Korea. A Korean woman with deep experience in counterterrorism and law enforcement, Hei-ran's lithe and curvy build makes her look like a dancer; if not for the subtly defined muscles that speak for her prior background. Her jet black hair is always in an impeccable bob cut. Out of everyone else in the crew, her bust is largest and her butt a lovely example of a bubble butt that leads to pleasantly thick thighs. She's a no nonsense woman who takes her job seriously, to everyone else's exasperation; often butts head with Sherrie's lax approach to things.
Killigan Pierce: A former corporate researcher, turned wanted criminal, and now a freshly incinerated cadaver. Killigan worked for a biotechnical firm, research and developing medical advancements for Sol and its people. However, he soon became a wanted man after he physically destroyed a particular project the company was invested in, and stole the backup copies of the research data. How he stowed away on the UECS Nike or how he died is unknown, with only the vials he had on him offering potential answers; or a potential doom. Before his death and arrest warrant, Killigan was an elderly Caucasian man with a bald spot, a scraggly beard, and frail thin body; though he remained a sharp-minded, hawkeyed, and intuituve researcher despite his age and worn body.
An alien parasite descends to earth to feed on human sperm, and it turns out to feel really good doing it.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
An alien parasite has been sent to earth. Its job is simple, take over a human host and find a way to extract as much sperm from the humans as possible. The only problem is, the parasite knows nothing about humans, let alone how to get human sperm. The parasite approaches a house, where two unsuspecting roommates are in for a very interesting night.
CHARACTERS
The Parasite: an alien parasite that sustains itself by consuming the genes of other creatures, human sperm especially is an excellent source. The parasite can take over a host consciousness anywhere from inside the body, it just needs an orifice it can crawl through to get inside.
SETTING & WORLD
A modern American suburb close to a modern American city.
You rule the seedy underbelly of the city with a bloodied fist and worn steel, the boss of crime bosses of a regional mafia family; the capo dei capi as the media and law enforcement would term it.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
Rivals and competition, legitimate and criminal, would disappear with nary a snap of your fingers. The police and judges persistent yet incapable against the entrenched tendrils of your crime organization. The common people continue to live life as it is, yet there is a undercurrent of fear and dread; as the shadows of the criminal underground slink around their walls and corners.
Yet, despite the influence and wealth you have, you are still so very mortal. Progress and time ply their trade against you, the flesh and bone of your own body wither and wrinkle as the years grind past. What was once a premium example of a made man who both embodied physical brutality and cold cunning, reduced to a frail mess of limbs and organs held by by fossilized bones and sundried skin.
You know that only command respect and deference from the mafia by sheer momentum of your past actions and your severe seniority. The moment your faculties slip, that the mushy organic soup and mass that is your brain decides to fuck up, the organization would not - could not - wait until you are off the chair. They wouldn't even let the seat cool before ambitious fools among your subordinates claims, like a childishly criminal rendition of musical chairs with fatal consequences.
The potential fallout - real and imagined - from a scenario would be disastrous. Rival crime families, the blue soldiers of the law, corporate vultures would swoop in and carve up what you had built up through decades of literal sweat, blood, and mountains of corpses. To your embarrassment, you have no heir, no groomed replacement to take up your mantle should you pass. Your Consigliere is competent, loyal, but he is no true leader that could silence rooms of hardened wise men with a rap of a knuckle against lacquered oak.
Still, in your despair, your Consigliere - ever faithful a second-in-command he is - found something occult. Supernatural. Real, despite it all. You know he used your vast repository of resources to find it, but the how and where; your right-hand man is tight lipped.
Its fine. You've worked with him long enough that he deserves to keep a secret or two. What matters more is what he brought back.
The ability to take over another person's body, like a goddamn ghost possession. There wasn't much beyond the fact that the supposed ritual requires the sacrifice of the possessor's physical body; but what your Consigliere reported on a typed summary of the occult process, the end result would be the possessor taking over the target's body and merging with their consciousness. All while the possessor maintains their self awareness, raking in their target's knowledge and memories and personalities.
It sounded insane, a load of bullshit, but your Consigliere is nothing but that. He seemed wholly convinced it was real, and he insistent that this could ensure the mafia would survive the future. He even said he had laid the foundations for your "succession", once you've secured your new body.
Given earlier you had to be helped by your estate's maids and monitored by a trusted medical professional afterwards, like a goddamn nursing home victim...
... fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound. Better than wasting away until you die and your legacy torn to shreds in the aftermath.
The main character is taken to a hospital after a car accident where he is treated with nanobots.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
CHARACTERS
Evan Roberts, a 23-year-old man living in a rented apartment far from his parents
Evan was returning home from the store when he noticed a car rushing towards an old lady crossing the street. Evan was always kind and helped people, without thinking he ran towards the pedestrian and pushed the old woman away, but he himself was hit by a sedan at full speed. Evan was taken to the hospital with a fractured skull and several broken bones throughout his body. Doctors decided to use an experimental treatment on him – using nanobots. Nanobots fed on the beneficial substances from the host's body, multiplied and quickly increased the regeneration process. A couple of days later, Evan was discharged with the warning that he had undergone an experimental treatment and that he now needed to eat more to support the nanobots. Returning home, Evan remembered that he had not brought the groceries home and had not bought anything on the way. He decided to order pizza, but when he remembered the doctors’ words, he decided to buy 5 pieces at once. Half an hour later, they brought him a pizza and the courier was surprised that one person needed so much pizza. Evan ate them in two days and on the third day he felt very nauseous. At first he thought it was from the pizza, but no pills helped.He wrote to the doctor, who gave him a contact number, about nausea, and he sent a nurse to Evan.A couple of hours later, Evan heard a knock on the door. Opening the door, he saw in front of him a pretty blonde in a beige coat, about 25-30 years old. She smiled sweetly at him, shook his hand, and introduced herself as Alice Black. Evan led her into the living room and poured her some tea. Alice asked how often I experienced nausea, what I'd eaten, and how much. Evan said he ate 5 pizzas in two days and that he felt nauseous around the clock. Alice suggested that suddenly eating such a large amount of food probably caused an overabundance of nanobots.Evan listened to her well, but suddenly he clutched his stomach and vomited black liquid all over Alice. But suddenly the black liquid came to life and entered her mouth and nostrils. She started having convulsions and Evan grabbed his head in pain and began to receive some new memories. After a couple of seconds, Evan realized that he had replicated his personality into Alice's body (he realized this thanks to her mind), he was examining Alice's body, and Alice's body was examining him, it was very strange but at the same time It's interesting, apparently Alice's personality was very smart, because now Evan knew a lot about nanobots and various medical and scientific things.
[Two Line Summary]
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
Alien stingrays attach themselves to humans to…take a vacation?
[Detailed Description]
Alien possession is as common as ride sharing! And humans voluntarily offer their own bodies to be controlled
CHARACTERS
Alien Parasites- have been a part of human culture for years and are commonplace now. Seeing a host nude with one in their back is no stranger than seeing a dog in a sweater. It might make you stare but not enough to draw attention
Share rider- willing human hosts who allow the aliens to possess their bodies for multiple reasons. Some need extra money, some like the mental vacation of having others make decisions, others like to be used as living sex toys
SETTING & WORLD
Modern setting where aliens controlling hosts is common,
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A nerdy female scientist has created a technology to help her and her friends with the perfect Halloween costume, someone else’s body.
Amy has created a possession technology and invited two of her friends over to demonstrate it for them before they head to the Halloween party. The technology is a microchips and high tech pairs of glasses, each of a different color. When a microchip is attached to someone their body is available to possess, that’s where the glasses come in. The glasses transfer the mind of the wearer into the body of anyone wearing a microchip. Amy has invited two of her friends over to show them the technology before the head to the biggest Halloween party and town and find sexy women to possess as their Halloween costume. But before they head out Amy must show them how the microchip and glasses work. She invites her sister in and demonstrates by placing a microchip on her sister and then possessing her sister’s body by putting on one of the pairs of glasses.
CHARACTERS
You - you (the POV) do not exist in the story, you are just a narrator who chooses the actions of the story
Amy - a shy nerdy dark haired girl with a boyish figure.
Katie - Amy’s nerdy blonde haired friend
Penelope - Amy‘s nerdy ginger friend
Tricia - Amy’s beautiful sister
SETTING & WORLD
In Amy’s lab at her parent’s house to start before moving to the Halloween party at the local convention center.
You find yourself in Amy’s cluttered lab, the air buzzing with the hum of electronics and the faint scent of soldering iron. The room is dimly lit, with a single fluorescent bulb flickering above a workbench covered in wires, circuit boards, and a set of sleek, futuristic-looking glasses. Amy stands at the center of it all, her dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail, her glasses perched on her nose as she adjusts a small, glowing microchip between her fingers. Her two friends, Katie and Penelope, are seated on stools nearby, their eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervous excitement.
“Okay, so here’s the deal,” Amy says, her voice tinged with both pride and a touch of shyness. “This is the tech I’ve been working on. It’s a mind-linking system. You attach a microchip to someone, and then you can possess their body using these glasses. It’s perfect for Halloween—imagine showing up at the party as someone else entirely.”
Katie, the blonde, leans forward, her blue eyes sparkling. “Wait, so you’re saying we can, like, be other people? Like, actually be them?”
“Exactly,” Amy replies, a small smile playing on her lips. “But first, I need to show you how it works. I’ve already asked my sister, Tricia, to help with the demonstration. She’s on her way up now.”
As if on cue, the door to the lab creaks open, and Tricia steps inside. She’s stunning—tall, with long, flowing brown hair, a figure that could stop traffic, and a confident smile that makes the room feel a little brighter. She’s wearing a casual outfit, but even in jeans and a sweater, she radiates elegance.
“Hey, sis,” Tricia says, her voice smooth and warm. “What’s this about a ‘demonstration’?”
Amy gestures for her to come closer. “I just need you to wear this for a second,” she says, holding up the microchip. “It’s totally safe, I promise.”
Tricia raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. She steps forward, and Amy carefully attaches the microchip to the back of her neck, just below her hairline. It glows faintly, a soft white light that pulses gently.
“Okay, now watch this,” Amy says, picking up a pair of glasses with red frames. She puts them on, and her eyes immediately go white, her body stiffening as if frozen in place. At the same time, Tricia’s microchip flashes red, and her body shudders slightly.
When Tricia—or rather, Amy in Tricia’s body—speaks, her voice is the same, but her tone is unmistakably Amy’s. “See? It’s that simple. I’m in control of her body now.”
Katie and Penelope gasp, their eyes wide with amazement. “That’s insane!” Penelope exclaims, her ginger hair bouncing as she leans forward. “Can you, like, feel everything she feels?”
Amy nods, a mischievous grin spreading across Tricia’s face. “Oh, yeah. It’s… intense. Her body is so different from mine. It’s like I’m hyper-aware of every little sensation.”
She takes a step forward, her movements graceful and confident, and runs a hand through Tricia’s hair. “It’s kind of amazing, actually. I could get used to this.”
Katie and Penelope exchange excited glances, clearly eager to try it for themselves. Amy—still in Tricia’s body—takes off the glasses, and her eyes return to normal as her own body snaps back to life. Tricia blinks, looking slightly dazed but unharmed.
“So, what do you think?” Amy asks, her voice tinged with excitement. “Ready to head to the party and find some bodies to borrow?”
Quick Actions:
1. Ask Amy to demonstrate again, this time with you trying the glasses.
2. Suggest they test the glasses on Katie or Penelope next.
3. Ask Tricia how it felt to be possessed. -
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