It was a simple plan. In and out. Oscar had been honing his skills of astral projection with a sole target in mind: Olivia, his best friend's girlfriend. He wasn't the kind of guy to selfishly ruin someone else’s relationship and hid his feelings, but that didn't stop him from finding the way she talked funny and charming, enraptured by how elegantly she moved, often longing for her when she wasn't around. He was in a bad way, no question about that, but he was certain that temporarily possessing Olivia would scratch the right itch; get his fill and go full turkey. Above all else, the key was discretion, and if done right no one would be the wiser.

Oscar laid on his bed, clearing his mind. Achieving the necessary inner calm Oscar experienced weightlessness as his spirit separated from his body, willing himself outwards into the night, focusing on Olivia's aura. He was familiar with her, so there was no problem locating it in a sea of other sleeping souls. He was so excited by how close he was to his goal, at how easy it all was, that he darted into her room and into her body with reckless abandon.

It didn't take long for things to go south. Most concerningly, Olivia was still awake preparing for bed, and Oscar was nowhere near experienced enough to possess a conscious vessel. As his spirit began to overshadow her, he knew immediately something was wrong. It was supposed to be seamless, like walking through curtains, but here it was like trying to swim through gelatin. He tried to resist, not knowing the consequences for screwing up this badly, but it was as if his spirit was being sucked into the warm, welcoming flesh of another body. The process was nerve-wracking, but as he took a breath through Olivia’s plump lips, he knew he had done it, he was in full control of his crush’s body.

Oscar waited a beat, expecting the worst, but it seemed he was worried for nothing. His worried expression turned into a mischievous one as he began to explore Olivia’s body, awed by the novel sensation of hairle- ughn! Oscar doubled over in alarm as his whole body pulsed with heat. From one moment to the next, the delicate body Oscar lusted after expanded, with an emphasis around the belly and backside. It was as if his soul was physically pushing her flesh outward, giving the appearance of Olivia rapidly gaining weight. The jean shorts he was wearing burst at the seams, painfully hanging on for dear life onto Oscar’s widening hips. If only Olivia changed into her pajamas. 

Oscar sighed in relief as the pants button finally gave way, shooting across the room, but it did nothing to alleviate how much shit he was in. Oscar shuddered in pleasure just by rubbing his hand on his stomach. Perhaps as a result of having such an ill-advised amount of uncontrolled magic saturating his body, every touch felt was pure bliss, his touch receptors going into overdrive. Hopefully her former would revert back to normal when he depossessed her, but either way going in and out undetected was out of the question at this point. 'But maybe it won’t be a total wash,' Oscar thought as he continued kneading the sensitive flesh he was free enjoy (hopefully) without further complications.