The inner consciousness of your body keeps listing off things she wants for the fucked up wedding you are expected to have. But such a thing will not happen if you can help it. Unfortunately, you are mostly too far gone to be fixed, so the only other option is to just get rid of this milf inside you completely. Thankfully, she is completely distracted by her wedding plans so that these thoughts of yours don't alert her to your goal. "Yea, can't wait." You comply with her talk. "A nice white dress, although, we will have to get it custom made for my curves." "Totally, but that's easy. Now, what kind of shoes...." Soon, you reach the magic shop; your last bastion for any maddening object or device to help free you.
Once inside, the old man is obviously not around, since the front desk was empty. Even better for you, since this will provide an excuse to search the aisles of the store. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere." You state out of fake care, looking at the different signs around. One aisle that is happened upon is labeled under exorcisms and the like; while you're not sure if the secondary consciousness within you would count as a ghost, perhaps it would suffice. "Weird stuff here...." You murmur, scanning the shelfs and tags labeling each item.
Towards the middle of the shelf further down the aisle was an object called the Body Purifier the description on the tag states the device pulls magical impurities from the body and deposits them in the attach container. The device itself is somewhat big, with two hand shaped indents, which is obvious what goes there. Flipping the on switch (luckily, it's powered), you proceed to put your manicured hands onto the indents. Instantaneously, your body feels limp; struggling to stand, you push on to let the device finish it's work. inside your mind, you can hear the manic cries of your female companion as she realizes what's happening. "No, we were going to be perfect, together forever!" After an increase in shouts, your mind goes silent.
"It-it worked!" You cry, yanking your hands away from the shelf. Within the container, you can see a sort of dark pink swirling substance, somewhere between a solid and liquid. It conformed to take the shape of the jar, sprouting a pair of plump lips as well. "How dare you!" It curses, clearly this was the milf consciousness in physical form. "When I get back in there, you're going to feel nothing but pleasure for the rest of your pitiful life." "Hah! As long as you're stuck in there, there's nothing you can do!"You retort, flipping the bird at her.
"What's all this commotion?!" A wise, elderly demands; it was the shop owner, returning from his break. "Ah, it's you. The boy who stole his mother's body forever. What are you doing?" Quickly, you bow and apologize, letting your huge breasts hang lusciously from your chest. "That damned secondary personality.....I finally got her out!" You say, pointing at the container. Intrigued, the shop owner comes over and takes a look at what now rests on the shelf. "Hey, old timer." The liquidized milf says. "Let me out and at him, and I'll show you a good time in return." With a guffaw, he turns to congratulate you. "I'm always pleased by the ingenuity of today's youth, well done on freeing yourself. And it looks like I have a new display piece as well! Now, as per what you owe for using this thing...." You groan and fish a bundle of cash from your cleavage for the friendly man.
But, rubbing your breasts makes you feel extreme pleasure; you worry she's still in you! "No need to fear, kid. That libido of hers has always belonged to that body. It's yours now, so you can't get rid of it. She was just taking advantage of it in absurd ways." He explains, flicking the glass container. "Well, that's a relief, I guess. Thanks for that." You sigh and leave the store. As soon as you are gone, the old man picks up the container holding your worst enemy. "Let's see how you like being imprisoned in a young man's sex toy!" He mischievously states, leaving the store with contained milf in tow.