Chapter 6 – Saturnine
Friday, Melanie was still bound and gagged on the bed. Her arms tied behind her with the shirt binding going around the back and under her breasts to keep them behind her head. She looking at her body possessed by Shelby approaching. She watched her slowly stepping forward over the fat husk that lay on the floor. Shelby pulled the shirt over her head and stood there in a black bra next to the bed. Melanie was seeing her old eyes staring down into hers with a serene power.
"Do you see now?" Shelby asked through Melanie's voice. "How beautiful you are?" She raised her arms over her head and did a little pole dance. "It's so easy to move when you're this light."
Melanie was like a deer in headlights. What could she do now? What in the world could she do about this? Shelby started sucking her thumb while squeezing her new breasts, seemingly lost in the moment of metamorphosis. Melanie had never seen herself act this way, even though she has done ageplay before. The sight of what she must have looked like was oddly interesting. But there was no time for this now, she needed a plan.
"Here..." Shelby said, and reached down to the tape and tried to be gentle in removing it. It peeled off without too much pain, and Melanie instantly spit out her sock and coughed.
"You little fucking bitch... How... You... I'm gonna switch everything back as soon as I'm out of this god damned blanket!" As she was saying this she knew it was very counterproductive to be telling her only plan. Melanie's old face smiled again down at her in the dark room. Another chill went down her spine.
"No, you don't want me looking like that again. I need to be as beautiful as you to be your lover. You bring up a good point though, I can't just leave that ugly BITCH," she shouted that word at the body on the floor, some spit flying from her mouth, "lying around. I'll get rid of her for us, then we can be alone. Hush until I get back mistress." Shelby gave an apologetic look as she forced the sock back into Melanie's mouth and used fresh tape to hold it. She slid back into her off-shoulder shirt and starting roughly pulling the clothing off her cast aside shell. When it was nude, she pressed the blue circle removing it from sight.
Melanie knew that this was the final nail in the coffin and actually let one tear run from her eye as she thrashed as best she could. Shelby tried to heave the invisible body on her shoulders, but was too weak to lift it.
"God is she a fat ass." Shelby grunted, then just settled for dragging the arm. She made her way to the door and blew Melanie a kiss before leaving. The sound of the door closing was like a tomb. It was done. Melanie was undone. She was stuck here, in this room, in this body. She became conscious of her penis, still straining against the blankets. It seemed to enjoy the stimuli against her will. For the next while she didn't even have the energy to struggle and just lay there, trying not to cry.
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The door closed behind Shelby and she had to pull even harder now that they were on carpet. It was luckily a pretty quiet day, and no one was in the hall. It would have been a surreal sight, Melanie doing a lame miming act pulling on nothing. When Shelby was passing a door with no name on it she heard wet clapping sounds and a girl moaning. She smiled smugly to herself as she kept pulling. Whoever was in there didn't have a love as perfect as hers. Her mistress waiting patiently for her return with open arms.
There was a second's debate on whether to take the elevator or the stairs, and knew the elevator would be better to keep this scenario a secret. She eventually pushed the little round button, which lit yellow. Shelby waited breathing hard, and caught a distorted reflection in the metal doors. It was Melanie... no... it was her. Her mistress was given the more perfect body to better dominate Shelby, but now... for the first time in her life Shelby had burst from the cocoon evolved. It was the same feeling as driving, safe behind doors and windows, but instead of a rusted sedan, she was a formula one race car, or a limousine.
The doors opened with a ding, and she hauled the concealed almost-corpse in. She pressed the button, but before the doors closed a hand shoved between them activating the safety mechanism. They opened again, and the R.A. was there smiling.
"Hey Melanie! First floor if ya don't mind." He said, hustling in. His shoes just missing the vacant nude body on the way in. Pseudo-Melanie smiled back and pushed the button again for ground floor. As the doors closed again she caught him checking her out. Another first for her and it was thrilling. The elevator shuddered and slowly made it's way down.
"You want this?" Shelby asked, posing herself ass toward him and gave herself a little spank. He seemed stunned but moved forward to hold her hips like the ignorant pleb he was to her. As if he could deserve a goddess like Melanie. He stumbled over the dumpy torso and fell pinning Shelby awkwardly face first against the elevator wall.
"Sorry! Sheesh... what the hell was that?" He stammered while retreating. The R.A. started kicking the soft nothing on the floor and looked completely perplexed. Shelby panicked in the corner watching this, while trying to remember the vocal functions or the bracelet, then;
"Forget!" She yelled. He instantly fell into a sleep walker's look. "Oh... uhh... command?" She said unsure. his eyes looked to her, murky and obedient. The elevator shook and the doors opened. "Help me carry her." Shelby whispered. He looked down around, not knowing what to hold. She knew she had to hurry before someone else came along so she took his hand and thrust the arm with the bracelet into it. The R.A. then got the idea and felt for the other one. Shelby took the chubby legs and backed out towards the rear doors to the parking lot.
A girl with a black ponytail was typing on the reception computer in the entrance room. She was on a social network looking at some party photos from Monday when her R.A. and that punk girl from Monday waddled out of the elevator. The red haired chick looked flustered and for some reason was going backwards with her arms outstretched forward. She would have found this some clue that the red head wasn't all there in the head, but the guy who ran her floor was doing something similar but going forward with her.
