Hailey grabbed her bong and sparked her lighter. I look up from my phone and see her on the bed taking a pretty heavy hit from it, then choking up and coughing. I couldn’t help but smile and hold back a laugh.

“Calm down there, smokey.” I sneer.

She coughs and pushes her hair to the side.

“Fuck you, Mike.” she chokes. “At least I can drink a few shots without throwing up everywhere.”

I roll my eyes and continue reading on my phone.

“Yeah, sure. Don’t act like you’re not a lightweight, though.”

Hailey and I were in our sophomore year of college, splitting rent in an apartment complex near our campus. We got along pretty well, and grew as close friends together as time passed, although she was a bit of a bully. I liked to think that she wasn’t mean intentionally.

She was beautiful, with shoulder length brown hair with green eyes, along with a slight but cute underbite. She had a nice set of breasts but an even more impressive ass, with wide hips making her look like she was always showing off without trying. I guess being on the softball team paid off. Nicely toned and athletic, she was even slightly taller than me; around 5’10” and even teased me about it the first day I moved in.

“Wanna hit?” she asked, extending the bong to me.

I look at it for a moment but decline.

“Nah, I gotta focus on this assignment.”

“Yeah, like you would, you never do.” she said. “Suit yourself.”

She grabbed her backpack and set her bong aside, and took out a small bag containing purple pills. I look up from my phone again and raise an eyebrow.

“I haven’t seen those before, is that new?” I ask, looking back to my phone.

“Yeah. I didn’t get this from my dealer, though. Found this on the trail I was at a few days ago.”

I pause and look back to her.

“And... you don’t know what the pills are?” I ask.

“Nope. But I’m only gonna try one, and try to see what it is.”

“And... you’re gonna take that chance? What if it’s some crazy shit? Or poison? Or-”

“Calm down, god damn. You’ve always been such a worry wart about everything.” she says, flashing the bag.

“It’s your safety, not mine. But sure. Let me know what it feels like later, if you’re not dead.”

I stand up and stretch for a moment, then head into our living room. I hear the bag pop open behind me as she opened it.

About an hour passed. I sat on the living room couch typing on my laptop when I heard Hailey walk in. I raise my head and push my glasses up, seeing Hailey sit down on the couch next to me.

“How do you feel?” I ask, as she adjusts and gets comfortable.

“To be honest, it sucks. I don’t even feel high, I think it cancelled out the weed or some shit.”

I laugh.

“What do you mean?” I snicker. “You don’t feel anything?”

“Nope, this shit is weak. I only feel a little tingling in my body.”

“Well, at least you’re not dead from taking random purple pills you found in a fucking forest.”

I’m met with a sarcastic look.

“You’re STILL worried about them damn pills?” she stammered. “Damn, you really are a loser who only drinks when he gets a bad grade, huh?”

“Sure.” I say, rolling my eyes.

She rested her head on the couch and propped her feet up.

Hailey looked at the TV and sighed.

“Whatcha watching?” she asked.

I look up and squint at the TV.

“Err, some game show. They select a number and...” I trail off, now looking at her breasts.

Now, I didn’t look at them out of curiosity, but because they were shifting. Hailey, however, was sitting still, and her hands were on her lap.

“Mike, are you-“ she stops and looks down at her chest, realizing what I realized seconds prior. Her breasts were shifting, played with, by nothing. She slowly raises her head and looks at me.

“Y-you see this, right?” she asked.

“I was going to ask the same thing.” I say, still locked onto her chest. Her breasts looked like they were being fondled enthusiastically; but also like they moving on their own, stretching and trying to pull away from her chest.

“W-what’s going on!?” she yells. “Mike, make it stop!”

I slowly get up from the couch and keep my eyes locked on her chest. She clearly looked upset, and didn’t know what was happening, just like me.

“I-uhh...” I stop, looking at her now being pulled off of the couch by her breasts reaching upwards! I took a step back, not sure what I should do. They pulled in every direction, making Hailey jerk around before freezing and yanking Hailey to the right.

“How are they- WOAH!” she screamed, as her breasts pulled her towards the hallway.

I gasped and took another step back, almost tripping over the coffee table. Her feet weren’t even planted on the ground, they just drug on the floor while her knees bent and her legs thrashed, trying to stop her movement. I looked in awe as she nearly floated around the corner as her breasts carried her away to her bedroom.

“Mike, help!” I heard Hailey scream.

I snap out of my shock and run to the bedroom, where I see her on her bed seemingly fighting with her own hand. She clasped her “good” hand around her “evil” hand’s wrist and struggled to hold it back from reaching all around the room. When her hand faced me, it pulled Hailey off the bed with its palm extending towards my face. I back up again, making sure that I was out of reach from Hailey. She wrestled on the ground with her arm until she managed to get back on her bed.

Suddenly, her rogue hand clamped onto her breast and kneaded it rapidly while her other hand seemed to have also began to move on its own, wiggling its fingers at Hailey’s face and tapping her nose smugly. Hailey looked at it in disbelief and cried out.

“What the fuck is happening!? I-I can’t control my hands! Don’t just stand there, DO SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!”

I see the hand at her face shoot down and knead her other breast, all while Hailey began to get frustrated. I didn’t want to piss her off more, but I sincerely didn’t know what to do. She shot me a glare, and, if looks could kill, I would’ve dropped dead. Not wanting to escalate her anger, I walked over to her and asked her,

“Uh, what do you want me to do?”

She opened her mouth like she was going to yell an obvious answer, but stopped and blushed. She didn’t have any idea on how to stop this, and neither did I.

“I-I don’t know, just do something.” she said much more quietly, looking down at her frisky hands.

I stare at them grabbing and clenching her chest before I swallow hard and reach out to try to pull them away from her. As soon as I touched one, my wrist was practically crushed in the grip of her right hand, to which I yelped in pain. I tried to pull away but her hand didn’t release my wrist.

At least, until her other hand grabbed the back of my neck and yanked my head into her tits.

I yell into her chest but was muffled for obvious reasons. Her hand was also pushing me into her with the strength of Thor while I struggled to break free. I tried not to hit her or push against her face while I pushed away, but couldn’t break free no matter how hard I tried. It was getting hard to breathe and I would occasionally get small breaths in during the smothering.

“Mike, you better not be enjoying this!” Hailey yells, quite close to my ear.

I didn’t understand why she said that until I noticed that I had a “tent” growing in my pants. I guess during all of the “struggling to break free from a sentient body” and “trying to breathe while being smothered in tits,” I didn’t even notice myself becoming excited, but she did.

In fact, it seemed that her hands responded by grabbing my head and shoving me down at her feet. My glasses flew off of my face and before I could react, she planted her yellow converse sneaker on the side of my head, pinning my left cheek to the ground.

“Hailey, please tell me you have control of-“

“I don’t.”

I see her other foot meet the other on top of the side of my head, then I see a shoe get kicked off and hear the other fall behind me. I felt her warm crew sock pushing against my hair while I winced in pain.

“Hailey, try to stop your-“

Her warm, black sock presses against my face. I wrinkle my nose and try to look away while the other planted itself on the back of my head, pushing my face into her  foot. I grab and yank at the feet to no avail. I heard Hailey fighting her hand that clamped over her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

Seeing the irony of the situation, I couldn’t help but crack a grin while having my face smushed; a bully was now being bullied by her own body, and is forced to do things she doesn’t want to do.

I feel the foot behind my head lift up and pin my head to ground again while the other kicked its converse sneaker by my face, opening facing me. I saw black staining on the bottom from her wide feet, and the smell was pungent. Her left foot then pushed against my mouth, forcing me to inhale her shoe odor.

I held my breath in for a bit but gasped for air after struggling to breathe, while her feet continued pinning my head. I was now breathing in her warm sneaker smell as the situation escalated.

Above me, I hear Hailey’s muffled voice.

“M-Mike, I can’t control any part of my body anymore ! I-I can only talk!”

A moment of silence ensued before I heard her scream.

I look upwards and see her hands extending outwards holding something, until I realized it was her head.

Her head was in her hands. Detached from the neck. And her head was still moving.

A stump of skin is all I saw from the bottom before I see her head fall down next to her shoes.

“OW!!!” she yelled. “What the fuck, man!?”

“Hailey, h-how are you-“

“I don’t know, you moron. If I knew, I wouldn’t be worrying right now.”

I gulp and feel pressure increase on my head as I look up to see her body getting off the couch and standing up. She seemingly was looking down at me despite lacking eyes.

“Mike, how did you LOSE to my body?” Hailey asked, sharply.

“How are YOU talking without lungs, or diaphragm, or a-“

“Shut up, look!” she said, now looking straight up to her body.

I meet where her eyes locked and saw hands reaching down and grabbing me around my stomach. Her body was now picking me up and placing me on her shoulder, where I saw a glance of a stump on her neck, covered by skin. I didn’t even bother fighting back; Hailey, or her body, had some toned muscles, and was certainly stronger than me.

I see Hailey’s death stare as I’m carried out of her bedroom and down the hallway. I hold a nervous expression as we leave her. The body walked around as if it had eyes to see, but I didn’t bother questioning logic at this point. We walk past the front door and stop as her body pauses and turns to the door, bending over as if looking at something. She snatches a pair of Hailey’s Uggs that sat on the floor and we continued walking until we were back in the living room, and I was set down on the couch.

I immediately back up against the couch, vigilant of any harm she could do. She sat on the coffee table and scooted forward, her arm extended towards me with the worn Uggs. I look at them, then back at the body. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me, but I gently took them from her hands after she waved them at me, like she insisted on me taking them and was inpatient about it.

Her body language changed, now bending over and pretending to hold something, and sticking her neck next to her hand. One hand made a wafting motion while the other continued “holding” something.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out what she wanted me to do.

I looked at the Uggs. There was a reason she chose this pair out of the rest that sat by the door; this was the most worn, used, and potent pair of shoes she had. This pair of Uggs had been through semesters worth of time, aftermaths of softball, and hot summers. For me to do this, it would be debilitating.

And yet, I loved the thought of it.

I was already excited with this whole “bully gets karma by her own body” thing, but the thought of submitting to her powerful, dominant body made me feel more eager than I already was. I had a secret crush on Hailey since I moved in after all. The body had the exact same personality as Hailey; bossy, forceful, crude, and I loved it.

I must’ve been daydreaming a little too long because her hand reached out and shoved one of the boots in my face while her other held the back of my head to push my face in more. I shut my eyes and wince as the smell invaded my nose all the while my dick got harder.

I felt something pressing against my pants to realize she had set her socked feet on my crotch, rubbing vigorously while keeping her boot in my face. Taking advantage of the situation, I grope outwards blindly and grab onto her breasts, now massaging them thoroughly. I was met by a nipple pinch in response, and more teasing below.

I felt my zipper being undone, while my dick was rock hard right under it. I kept fondling her tits and now openly licked the insides of the boots while my cock was being nudged out by her feet.

It seemed that she knew I was enjoying this. Like, all the small subtle signs I was giving, she’d pick up on. It made me so much more horny, but it was short lived when I thought about Hailey’s head on the ground just a few rooms away. Her body also seemed to have noticed that I was losing my hard on after a while, after I resisted against the boots and stopped massaging her breasts.

She wasn’t happy.

I see her arms cross and her feet tap on the ground in anticipation, waiting for me to do something. I slowly rise from the couch, making sure I wasn’t angering her body before zipping up my pants and subtly making my way to the bedroom and going to Hailey’s head.

Walking into her bedroom, I see her head resting on the ground with a open mouth and blushed cheeks, as if she was in ecstasy.

“Hey.” I say, casually.

Her eyes open wide and look at me while her cheeks get more red.

“Uh, hey! W-What’re you doing?” Hailey asked.

“I was uhh...” I trail off. “with your body in the living room and we uh...”

I see her eyes light up but then a smug grin appear on her face.

“I know.” she replied.

I look at her waiting for a impending rampage, but was met with more blushing and mutual confusion from the both of us.

“Y’know, I’ve gotta be honest.” she said, quietly. “I can’t control my body, but like, I feel what it feels. I felt it picking you up, and dropping you, and you... grabbing me.”

I remain silent. The fuck would I even say?

“But... it’s weird ‘cause like... I like it.” she said. “It feels good. It feels way, way better than when I had my body attached; it’s just hard to explain.”

I hold my breath and wait for the silence that ensued after she said that to end. When it didn’t, I opened my mouth to say something but stopped. She rolled her eyes and looked back at me, and I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Umm, I’m glad you like it.” I said, weakly.

I see a cracked smile from her, which was a rarer sight than anything I’d seen before. She giggled while I held back any more stupid shit to say.

Suddenly, I felt an arm put me in a tight headlock while Hailey watched and smiled. I struggled in vain, realizing it just wasn’t worth the effort to. I was getting lightheaded from the pressure on my neck, so I didn’t want to aggravate the body more. Still holding me in a chokehold, the body walked over to her head and picked her up, took off her black socks, shoved the socks in her mouth, then tossed her on the bed like nothing. I see her head roll on its side and Hailey’s face disgusted with her mouth gag.

We locked eyes and despite her predicament, she winked at me and smiled before I was dragged out of the room.