“Go go Mikey mode!” Michelle said with the confidence of a power ranger and the excitement of a kid who was about to become one.
The next sensation Michelle felt was utterly surreal– the feeling of being stripped away and fluttering into the background like a flag that had blown off its pole. She was back and she was 100% herself– no reservations about her femininity, no passive urge to fondle her own chest, just familiar feelings and memories of sleepovers with Joni and growing up in France.
The unfamiliar part quickly made itself known, though, when Mikey started moving. He did a little hop in her body and it felt like a dream where she was falling, only she didn’t jolt awake. She desperately tried to control her body, to prevent it from moving in a specific way, but it simply refused to listen.
Even weirder than not being able to control her body was not being able to control her eyes. She felt her focus be drawn to specific points in her field of vision, and trying to look away from those points just gave her vertigo. More often than not, the focus appeared to be on her own bouncing cleavage as her body continued to hop up and down. The more she tried to fight the bouncing, the more terrifying it felt to succumb to the unwanted motions. It was like being on a rollercoaster that got more intense the harder she clenched.
She wanted to scream, but had no mouth. Yet the words she wanted to say still resonated in a space between her ears and her brain.
“Stoooop jumping!!”
Just like that, the jumping stopped.
“Woah, I can hear you in my head!” Mikey said out loud.
He also made the mental note that his voice sounds very hot, even without the French accent, but he didn’t want to say it out loud in front of Michelle.
“Can you hear my thoughts?” He asked.
“Eh, no I don’t think so.” Michelle’s accented voice rung through his head.
He thought that was probably for the best.
“Can I squeeze my- your- our boobs now?” He asked as politely as he could muster.
He heard an audible sigh in his mind, then an affirmative oui.
Michelle felt her lips curl into a wide grin and her fingers twitched like spider legs as Mikey used her hands to slowly grab her breasts for the first time on his own. The rollercoaster feeling persisted a bit, but she found it got better if she relaxed and fully relinquished all control. After all she had no control right now, it was only the self-delusion of attaining control that was making her queasy.
So she didn’t try to move. She didn’t try to close her eyes, they just closed when Mikey wanted them to. She just looked where he was looking and felt what he felt and let it all happen. The more she relaxed, the more she was able to enjoy herself. Pretty soon she felt more relaxed than she ever had in her life. She was floating within herself, simply enjoying the perverted chest massage.
Then Mikey discovered her nipples, and beneath the relaxation swelled a wave of something else that she was ashamed to identify as arousal. At first, Mikey seemed focused on grabbing the boobs, enjoying how they felt in his hands. Now he was very clearly focused on something else entirely– on getting his boobs grabbed, on enjoying how soft fingers felt on his hardened nipples. That made all the difference.
Michelle felt a slight moan escape from her mouth. At first she figured she’d made the sound, but then she realized she couldn’t have. It was Mikey.
All of a sudden, she dropped off a cliff again when she heard another voice. She and Mikey both instantaneously became very aware of their environment, of what they were doing, and where they were doing it.
“Michelle?” Mikey opened his eyes to see a girl she instantly recognized as June O’Brien standing just a few feet away, only shorter than he remembered.
He quickly realized both of his hands were stuffed down the neckline of his blouse and he pulled them out in a quick jerky motion causing one of his tits to come with them. He fumbled with lefty for a moment, then hastily slotted her back into her rightful place in Michelle’s bra.
“Hi June.” Mikey said in the most awkward tone imaginable. “Can we pretend you didn’t see any of that?”
“Uhh… okay. What happened to your accent?” She asked.
Mikey was stunlocked. He couldn’t think of what to say, so he said the only thing that might save him from a painful death by embarrassment. “Go go Michelle mode.”
