Controlled at the dinner table

I woke up with the taste of chicken in my mouth, and my hand squishing something soft.

"What the hell are you doing, Elle?" came my mother's voice. She was staring at me, more shocked than angry. I looked around - I was sitting at the dinner table, and my hand was shoved all the way into the shared bowl of mashed potato.

"Eww, do we still have to eat that?" asked my older sister Stacy, a disgusted look on her face. "You think I'm going to let a whole bowl of mash go to waste?!" Mum replied, rapping my hand with the serving spoon. I flinched and quickly withdrew it from the mash. What the hell had happened?

"Go wash your hands, Elle. I don't know that's gotten into you -- first you go telling inappropriate jokes, then you try to wrestle Stacy --" "And fondle me while doing it!" "--and now you go and shove your hand in our food! If the police ever locate your father he'll punish you good!" Mum scooped out a big spoon of the potato and dumped it on my sister plate, much to her chagrin. "And go tell your brother dinner's ready, I haven't seen him all afternoon!".

I ran out of the dining room as fast as I could, my face turning a deep red. What the hell had happened? Last thing I remember was being controlled by somebody -- and that was this morning. This entire day had gone by in only a few short minutes!

As I climbed the stairs up to my brothers room, I noticed my clothes. I was wearing high heels -- high heels I'd never seen before in my life. My toenails were visible, and they were painted a shiny black colour. That was new. I didn't usually paint my nails, and they had just been plain this morning. What the fuck? I looked further up. My legs had been shaved, and I was wearing a short denim skirt and tiny tank top that showed off my flat belly. I didn't own any of these clothes, where had they come from?

I could feel I had a wedgie, and I reached down to fix it, then turned a deep shade of red as I realised I was wearing a thong. Whoever had controlled me had taken me out shopping, it seemed, and they had probably spent my money doing it. That fucking bastard, who was it? I noticed something else odd as I tried to adjust the uncomfortable underwear -- I didn't feel any pubic hair. I never bothered shaving down there, but now I was apparently as smooth as a pornstar. Somebody had gone and shaved my vagina, while I was unconscious, and used my own hands to do it. I shivered -- my body was feeling less and less like my own, and more like a communal tool that everybody was having a turn in.

I burst into my brothers room, and he jumped, hurriedly scrambling away from whatever he'd been doing in his cupboard. Hiding something in there, it looked like.

"What are you doing in here?" he asked, somewhat nervously. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering up the revealing outfit I'd been forced to wear.

"Mum sent me up to get you for dinner. What were you doing in there?" I pointed to his cupboard. "None of your business." he snapped. "Tell her I'll be right down."

I had a sudden, horrifying thought. Could it be…? "Show me what's in the cupboard!" I ordered, with as much determination as I could put into my voice, stepping forward to push him out of the way.

"No way." he said, stepping forward as well, seeming almost as horrified and panicked as I was. I pushed him as hard as I could, but my arms seemed tired and weaker than usual -- what had they been used for today? My brother stumbled back a little bit, and I continued charging past, ripping open the door to the cupboard.

My heart sank. There, half covered with clothes, was the Body Rentals helmet. The device that connected to the receiver stuck to the back of my neck to control me. A deep anger rose within me -- my brother had seen me get controlled by Sarah yesterday, and he'd snuck into my room during the night to steal the helmet. He'd taken control of my body all day, ran me around naked outside, masturbated, spent my money! I was going to kill that little shit!

"You fucking bastard!" I reeled toward him and shouted, so angry I could hardly breathe. "How could you do that to me?!"

He seemed a little sheepish. Only a little fucking sheepish, being confronted with what he'd done! "Oh, errr, well… you know Elle, it was a lot of fun." he smirked a little bit. "You do have a pretty rockin' body."

I charged towards him, my hand outstretched to slap him on the face, but I stumbled in the heels he'd put me in, and he managed to dodge out of the way.

"Hey, hey, take it easy, Elle! Don't chip a nail - I spent a lot of time getting those right today!" I growled and dived at him again, this time managing to tackle him to the floor, where I landed on top of him with a grunt. I punched him, but it didn't seem to have much of an effect -- I wasn't feeling very strong right now, and he almost seemed to be enjoying the fight, as my boobs wobbled in front of his face as I swung.

He reached up, and I ducked my head, preparing for him to try and push me off, but nothing came. A moment later I looked up again, to see what he was doing, and he grinned as he pulled out the helmet from the cupboard next to where we'd landed on the ground.

Noooo!

I grabbed him around the neck and squeezed as hard as I could. He slammed the helmet down on his head, and his body went limp. Then I felt a shiver go through me, and my hands loosened by themselves.

Fuck you! You can't control me!

I tried as hard as I could to squeeze, just to move my hands to hit him. But nothing came. My hands let go of his neck, and wiggled themselves in front of my face.

"Oh, you're going to regret that!" my voice said, as I felt my rage turn to fear. My hands reached up, brushing my boobs on the way, and wrapped themselves around my neck.

"I have complete control of you." My hands squeezed for a second, then relaxed. "I don't think you get it, Elle. I can make you do absolutely anything -- say absolutely anything." I found myself chucking, then my mouth opened by itself and said, loudly. "I'm a stupid girl, and I'm really ugly and I pick my nose and eat it."

Ugh, getting controlled by your little brother is exactly as bad as it sounds.

My newly manicured finger reached up and poked me right in the eye, which stayed open, not even flinching as it was poked. Fucking hell, I couldn't even make myself blink. "And I can't feel pain while I'm in here, so you should be careful!"

He could make me do anything.

I felt my wedgie got a lot tighter, and found my hand had reached down and pulled the thong further up my bottom, my vagina responding as my brother clenched it in pleasure. "And now, I'm going to go have dinner. See you in a minute!"

And suddenly I was sitting at the dinner table. Like no time had passed, I was once again downstairs, and my body was feeling turned on -- my arousal having just been determined by my brother in the body of a 19 year old girl.

My mother and sister were looking at me awkwardly, and I glanced down as well. I was naked.