Posted on 2017-09-20 07:24:17
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If only Brook could possess people when he goes ghost...

Posted on 2017-09-21 09:11:45
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On the one hand, mind controlled Nami, yay! On the other hand, if Brook is in a living body, he doesn't have a ghost of a chance at getting away with any of his skull jokes, which are just fantastic...

Posted on 2017-09-21 09:29:36
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Posted on 2017-10-03 23:33:36
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Nami woke up feeling still half asleep, fuzzy, and disconnected somehow. Her fingers rubbed together experimentally without her consciously commanding them too and felt nothing for a moment before gradually feeling the sensation come back to her as though a filter was gradually being widened. It felt strange, not remembering wanting her body to do something but feeling the results. Nami brought her hand to her face, intending to rub her eyes and wake up more. That had been the plan anyway. Instead, she looked over to the empty bed beside her. Robin was already up it seemed. Probably in the library...wait...why didn't her hand go to her face? Why was she looking this way?

A rush of panic slammed into her as she gracefully slide out of her bed and stood up in some overly feminine parody of herself. Her nightgown quickly lifted over her head and discarded with a gleeful toss behind her as she slinked toward her dresser.

She was looking at herself in the dresser mirror but didn't quite recognize the happy leer on her face or the intentions behind it. What was she doing? Was she dreaming right now?

Her own nimble fingers ran over her lips and sucked in a digit in a rather obscene pose for a moment while making eye contact with the mirror.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE DOING?! Nami thought in furious embaressment. Robin could come in, hell! The boys could come in to wake her up randomly if there was some problem with the weather. She can't be standing her topless and fellating her damn hand like some kind of horny slut!

Another finger joined the first in the mouth and then another, defying Nami's inner protest spectacularly.

It bothered her seeing herself like this without any control and even more that she could feel what was happening. For some reason watching herself suckle her fingers was turning her on and a throb of arousal lit it's way down her body and lubed up parts that normally took much more mental stimulation to do so.

A fingertip of her other hand slowly tugged her panties down and brought them up to her face, breathing in the damp patch her arousal had started to make. The wet fingers of her other hand circled around the nipple of her right breast before squeezing.

The spicy smell of her sex flooded her mind and she cried out (though her physical body made no sound) as her nipple was pinched, burning for a second before warming into something warm with tingly pleasure. She felt the arousal in her body double even as she didn't think these things would bring her any normal pleasure.

Nami felt dirty and as she watched her own eyes in the mirror grin at her knowlingly, she couldn't deny that whatever was controlling her body was expertly making it ache for sex with it's own appetite for her body. The navigator was just a passenger along for the ride in her own body.

Those eyes moved to her uncovered sex and grinned wider in approval even as it began to pinch and squeeze her other nipple for another minute as the Nami in the mirror contemplated what to do next. It looked toward the door considering.

NO! Please don't leave! You can do what you want with me here but don't let my friends see me like this! She mentally pleaded, hoping whatever was doing this would just go away and let her wake up thinking it was a dream. She did NOT need to randomly sleep with and potentially ruin a friendship with anyone on the crew over whatever the hell was happening and she doubly didn' t want to get pregnant or ruin her reputation and self respect either!

Her head titled with a caring nod but before Nami could process that maybe whatever was in her could somehow hear her her hands had opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of lacy blue panties. She turned around and watched as she slowly bent over and pulled the blue lacey panties up over her legs. Nami had to admit her ass looked great at this angle. Her hands smoothed the underwear in place petting lightly over her covered pussy making her legs shake slightly as the ticklish stimulation.

Was...Was she going to...? She didn't like to think that maybe she could enjoy this but maybe...god feeling her own body amped up...she was wanting a release of some kind too.

Suddenly her breasts were grabbed in what could only be called impatient and overly excited groping. Squeezing and shaking them a little to see the flesh jiggle and bounce...

What the fuck...!? She was pissed.

Whatever was controlling her loved it though. Loved feeling the weight in her hands and manhandling them like they knew she would love it...which Nami definitely didn't...accept since whatever was in her did, she did too.

Fuck she hated it. She loved it. It was humiliating to paw at herself in the mirror like this, why was this thing so turned on by her? Her thoughts were fading into the sensation both not her own but echoing in her flesh.

Her nipples were twisted. Her chest mauled by her own hands again.

God use her more, fuck her, anything...just get on with it.

The spectre inside her decided to happily oblige.

Hohoho.

Posted on 2017-10-04 11:42:42
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OOOO very nice!! Thanks so much!