"Well, I guess my body is pretty sexy and it feels so good. There's nothing wrong with this." you state, hopping back into bed. "What I want to know is why mom had my body in the first place? Maybe it doesn't matter anymore, it's not like there's a way for her to steal my body ever again." You moan. 'What the hell am I saying?!' Your subconscious thinks. 'I can't let this go on anymore!' As you plunge your fingers into your moist pussy again. 3 days later: your mom sighs, you haven't come out of your room once the last 3 days except to eat and use the bathroom. "That kid just keeps masturbating with my body; what is wrong with him?!" To be frank, your mom is afraid of you since you stole her body forever and have become some sort of narcissistic nymphomaniac. She keeps hearing her own voice moan with lust every time she walks past your door. "Can he at least not do that stuff to my body for once?!" Not that you could really help it since your mind has been altered quite heavily. Luckily, now was a time of rest for you as you lay in bed, nude and panting. 'God, I need help. At this rate, my whole life will be just this.' You internally scream.