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Merged
Scenario:My dad created an invention that can merge two bodies into one. The catch is the person who is the host body is the only one who is actually in control. The person merged into the host body is only a passenger and is able to see, feel, and taste everything the host does. They are able to communicate via thought, but they otherwise have zero control over the body they inhabit. We are going on a family trip, but we don't have enough space in the car for everyone. My dad convinces me an average guy to merge into my very sexy sisters body as a passenger to save on space. I am repulsed at the thought of being in my sisters body especially with her in control and I say absolutely not. Unfortunately I don't get a say in the matter.
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Jason Hart
protective, and humorous. Jason is horrified when his father suggests merging him into his sister's body to save space in the car. Despite his protests, he is merged into her body against his will. He struggles with the loss of control and privacy, especially as he experiences life through her perspective. His relationship with his sister becomes strained as he navigates this unexpected situation.
Jessica Hart
pragmatic, and slightly naive about its effects on their children.
Mark Hart
practical, and somewhat oblivious to personal boundaries. Mark sees his invention as a solution to their family's travel needs but disregards Jason's concerns about privacy and autonomy. He merges Jason into Samantha without considering the emotional implications for either child. His actions lead to tension within the family dynamics during their trip.
My dad created an invention he called the body merge.
It allows two people to become one, but the person who is the host body is the only one in control.
The person who gets merged into the host body is just a passenger; they are able to see, feel, and taste everything the host does.
They can also communicate with the host via thought, but they have zero control over the body they are inhabiting.
It's kind of like being in a virtual reality world; you can look around, touch things, smell and feel things, but you can't move or interact with anything.
My whole family is going on a trip together, but we don't have enough room in the car for everyone to have their own seat.
We were trying to figure out what to do when my dad had the idea to use his invention.
He told my mom, older sister, and me to follow him outside so we could talk about it in private.
Once we step outside onto the front porch, my dad turns to us and says, "I know I just created an invention that would allow two people to become one by merging their bodies. With this invention, we wouldn't have a problem with space in the car; we would only need three seats."
My dad's suggestion hung in the air for a moment, and I could feel my stomach churning.
"It's simple," he said.
"Jason can merge into Samantha."
I immediately protested, but my dad waved me off.
"It's just for the trip," he said.
"It'll be fine."
My sister smirked at me, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
"Come on, Jason," she said.
"It'll be fun having you along for the ride."
I shot her a glare, but it only made her laugh.
My mom tried to mediate, suggesting we draw straws to see who would be the host body.
We all reluctantly agreed and headed back inside to find some straws.
Once we were all seated in the living room, my mom pulled out a handful of straws and handed them to my dad to cut them to different lengths.
He cut them quickly and then handed them back to my mom to mix up. Once they were well mixed, my mom held them out for us to draw one at a time.
Samantha went first, followed by me, then my mom, and finally my dad.
We all looked down at our straws and then back up at each other.
Samantha was grinning from ear to ear; she had drawn the shortest straw and would be the host body.
"Guess you're stuck with me, little brother," Samantha teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
I groaned, trying to mask my nervousness with a forced smile.
"Just don't do anything embarrassing while I'm in there," I muttered, half-joking, half-serious.
Samantha chuckled and winked at me.
"Can't make any promises, big brother," she said, her voice low and teasing.
I followed Samantha back out to the car, my heart pounding in my chest.
I was terrified of what was about to happen.
My sister opened the door to the car and slid into the backseat, patting the seat next to her invitingly.
"Come on, Jason," she said, her voice full of amusement.
"It won't be that bad."
I took a deep breath and sat down beside her.
As soon as I was seated, I felt Samantha's hand on my arm, and the merging process began.
The world around me started to blur, and I could feel myself becoming a part of my sister's body.
My vision shifted so that everything looked different than it had before.
I could see things from Samantha's perspective now, not my own. My sister adjusted her seatbelt so that it fit snugly across my chest, and then started the car.
The engine rumbled to life beneath us, and I could feel it humming through my body.
Samantha put the car in reverse and backed out of our driveway, heading off into the unknown.
"Hey, Jason," Samantha's voice echoed in my mind, "can you hear me okay in there?"
"Yeah, I can hear you," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
"Good," she said with a hint of amusement, "because I have a little surprise planned for our trip."
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to get used to the feeling of being inside Samantha's body.
It was a strange sensation, like I was floating in mid-air.
I could feel her movements as she drove, but it was like I wasn't really in control of anything.
"Enjoying the ride, little brother?"
Samantha teased aloud, glancing at me in the rearview mirror with a smirk on her face.
I didn't respond, knowing that Samantha knew I couldn't speak out loud.
She chuckled to herself and continued driving.
As we sped down the highway, I couldn't help but notice how different everything felt from inside Samantha's body.
The wind blowing through her hair felt like a gentle caress against my skin, and the sun shining on her face made me feel warm and alive.
It was a strange feeling, but it was also kind of exhilarating. As we approached a rest stop, Samantha's excitement grew palpable.
"Almost time for my surprise," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.
I could feel her anticipation building as she pulled into the parking lot and parked the car.
She turned off the ignition and grinned at me in the rearview mirror.
"Ready for this?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I didn't respond, unsure of what to say.
Samantha chuckled and stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her.
I sat there for a moment, waiting for her to return.
After a few minutes, Samantha returned with a small box in her hands.
"What's that?" I asked, curious despite myself.
Samantha rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small box.
She opened it and held up a tampon.
"Guess what, Jason? It's time for your first period!"
Samantha said with a mischievous grin.
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.
"Uh, I think you're the one who's going to have your period, not me," I replied, trying to hide my discomfort.
Samantha chuckled and winked at me.
"Oh, right. Well, I guess that means I'll be the one having my period then."
She went into the bathroom and I could feel her inserting the tampon.
It was an odd feeling, like something was being shoved up inside of me.
But it wasn't painful or anything, just kind of strange.
When she returned to the car, Samantha grinned at me in the mirror again.
"How was that?" she asked with a chuckle. "It was...different," I replied, trying to find the right words.
Samantha laughed again and started the car back up.
"Well, get used to it. We've got a long drive ahead of us."
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as Samantha drove away from the rest stop.
The feeling of having a tampon inside of me was still strange and invasive.
I couldn't believe I was stuck in my sister's body for this trip.
It was bad enough that I had to be in her body at all, but now I had to deal with this too?
I felt like I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.
Samantha glanced back at me in the mirror and chuckled again.
Samantha hummed along to the radio, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.
I could feel a growing pressure in her bladder, and I knew she needed to pee.
"Sam, we need to stop," I said, trying to keep my tone light.
She smirked at me in the rearview mirror.
"Oh, you noticed?"
"Yeah, I can feel it," I replied, trying not to sound too uncomfortable.
Samantha chuckled and continued driving.
I could tell she was enjoying my discomfort and was deliberately ignoring my request.
The pressure in her bladder grew stronger, and I shifted internally, feeling like I needed to pee too.
Finally, with a playful sigh, Samantha signaled and pulled into a rest stop.
She parked the car and hurried into the restroom, leaving me to wait in the driver's seat.
A few minutes later, she came out and got back in the car.
"Your turn," she said, gesturing to the restroom.
I hesitated for a moment, but then got out of the car and followed her into the bathroom.
Samantha went into a stall and I followed her in, feeling like I was being pulled along unwillingly.
She sat down on the toilet and unzipped her pants.
I could hear the sound of her peeing, and it was an odd sensation, like I was peeing too.
It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant.
After a minute or two, Samantha finished and stood up.
She zipped up her pants and flushed the toilet.
"Thanks for waiting," she said with a grin as we left the bathroom.
I nodded, still feeling a little uncomfortable.
It was weird to be in my sister's body and to feel like I needed to pee too. Samantha drove for a few more hours before stopping at another rest stop.
As we drove, I could feel Samantha's need to pee growing stronger.
She squirmed in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel tightly.
"Sam, seriously, we need to stop now," I said, my voice urgent.
She nodded, her face tense, and pulled off at the next exit.
We rushed into the rest stop and she barely made it to the bathroom before using the toilet.
I could feel the relief of peeing, even though I wasn't really in control of it.
After washing her hands, Samantha looked at our reflection in the mirror, smirking slightly.
"Ready for round two, little brother?"
