Michelle stared at the screen of the Chronivac, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, still trembling from the whiplash of her sudden transfer into Jess's body. The bedroom sounds in the background hadn't slowed—if anything, they were even more intense now. Her jaw clenched. That wasn't just any stranger in her body, that was Jess—her former daughter, now her older sister, currently inhabiting the very flesh that was just moaning and trembling under Issac’s touch.
"You want to play games, Jess?" Michelle muttered, her voice now an octave higher and tinged with youthful petulance. Her eyes scanned the Chronivac interface, bringing up the modification options again. She found the biometric signature of Issac, still locked in the master bedroom, still clueless of what truly just transpired because how could he?
With a few decisive keystrokes, Michelle increased Issac's "Physical Recovery Rate" and "Stamina Output," dialing them up beyond normal human thresholds. She didn’t stop there. Under "Behavioral States," she adjusted his arousal sensitivity, making sure his desire levels wouldn’t taper off. She didn’t want revenge through violence or force—no, she wanted poetic irony.
"Let’s see how long you can keep pretending you’re me, Jess, when Issac won’t let you rest."
She hit [ENTER] and sat back, satisfied. Now it was just a matter of time. Jess, still wrapped up in Michelle’s body, wouldn't get a break. And while Michelle may have been removed from her physical form, she wasn’t out of the game.
Michelle smirked to herself. "You wanted to know what it was like? Enjoy the full experience."
The bedroom walls thumped again.
"Because you’re going to get all of it."
Jess, still in Michelle's body, felt every touch, every movement with an intensity she had never known. At first, it was intoxicating, the way Issac's body moved against hers, the way the waves of sensation coursed through her with no restraint. But as time went on and the intensity never waned, it became overwhelming.
Her hands gripped the sheets, her breath catching with every motion. The pleasure was immense—almost too much. Her mind swirled, barely able to keep up with the onslaught. She tried to focus, to ground herself, but it was like being caught in a current that kept pulling her under.
"Issac..." she whispered at first, barely audible between gasps. Then louder, more desperate, "Issac, wait—please. I... I need to tell you something."
He slowed only slightly, his eyes heavy with desire but meeting hers with a flicker of concern. Jess gulped, trying to steady her voice.
"It’s me. It’s Jess. I swapped bodies... with Michelle. I—I thought I could handle it, but this... this is too much. Please. You have to stop."
Issac froze for a moment, breathless, eyes locked with hers. The reality of her confession hung in the air. The passion, the intimacy, the confusion—it all collided in a moment of vulnerable truth.
Jess hoped it would be enough to make him stop. Or at least... understand.