Chapter 3: Fall into Misfortune (The Hole)
Jessica stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to the sterile, fluorescent glow of the hospital room. The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint hum of machinery. She blinked, her vision slowly coming into focus, the blur of white sheets and stainless-steel rails gradually resolving into a familiar, albeit unwelcome, sight. *Hospital,* she thought groggily, her mind struggling to piece together the events that had led her here. *Car accident. Drunk driving. Tom.* The memories came rushing back, a tidal wave of guilt and regret crashing over her.
She remembered the burn of whiskey on her tongue, the laughter echoing through the bar, the reckless decision to drive home. And Tom. Sweet, kind Tom, who had tried to help her, even as he gripped onto her car door dying, who had paid the ultimate price for her stupidity. When the police approached her later, they'd told her his name and that his decision to check on her may have saved her life, as the air bags in the car deployed later than required and could have done .Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them back, determined to face the consequences of her actions head-on. She shifted in the bed, wincing at the dull ache in her ribs, the throbbing in her leg. But it was the strange, insistent pressure between her thighs that caught her attention, a sensation she couldn't quite place.
She shifted again, trying to alleviate the discomfort, when suddenly, a voice echoed in her mind. Not her own, but one that was somehow familiar. *Jessica,* it whispered, *can you hear me?* She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. *What the hell?* she thought, her grip tightening on the bedsheets. *Who's there?* She waited, barely daring to breathe, as the voice spoke again. *It's Tom. Tom Hargrove. Do you remember me?* Jessica's eyes widened in shock, her mind racing. *Tom?* she thought, disbelieving. *But... how?* The voice sighed, a sound that resonated deep within her. *It's a long story, Jessica. But I'm... I'm inside you. In a manner of speaking.* Jessica's breath hitched, her mind struggling to comprehend the implications of Tom's words.
*Inside me?* she thought, a shiver running down her spine.* But before she could voice her questions, another realization struck her. *Wait,* she thought, her brow furrowing. *You sound... different. You don't sound like yourself, Tom. You sound like... a woman.* There was a pause, a moment of silence that stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Then, Tom's voice came again, softer this time, almost apologetic. *Yes, Jessica.
That's exactly what's happening. My thoughts, my consciousness, it's all being translated into your brain. That's why you're hearing me like this, why I sound... different.* Tom's voice trailed off, as if hesitant to continue. Jessica's mind raced, trying to process the bizarre situation she found herself in. *Translated?* she thought, her brow furrowed. *What do you mean, translated?* Tom sighed, a sound that resonated deep within her. *I mean, Jessica, that my mind is no longer in my own body. It's... it's in yours. Specifically, in your reproductive tract. The doctors, they found a way to keep my consciousness alive, but my body... it didn't make it.* Jessica gasped, shock coursing through her. *Your body? But... but you're still here. You're talking to me.* Tom's voice was gentle, sympathetic. *I know it's confusing, Jessica.
But please, try to stay with me. I need you to understand what's happening.* Tom's voice echoed in her mind, urgent and pleading. Jessica took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever revelation was to come. *Wait, I think it's comming back to me..* She braced herself, her grip tightening on the bedsheets, trying to recall what had happened.
*The deal,* she thought, her mind racing. *I made a deal with the police.* The memory came flooding back, a stark contrast to the warmth and comfort of the hospital bed. She remembered the cold, sterile interrogation room, the harsh fluorescent lights, the detective's stern gaze. "Plea bargain," he'd said, his voice flat and unyielding. "You take responsibility for the accident, you serve time, or..." He'd paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Or you make things right. You give us a chance to save Mr. Hargrove." Jessica had hesitated, her mind reeling. "Save him?" she'd asked, hope flickering in her chest. "How?" The detective had leaned in, his voice low. "We've found a way to keep his consciousness alive, but his body... it didn't make it. We need a host, and you, Miss Bartlett, are able. We can keep him alive, but only if you agree to carry him.
It's a risk, and it's not something we take lightly. But we've run out of options."
Jessica had stared at the detective in disbelief, the weight of his words settling on her like a leaden shroud. "Carry him?" she'd thought, her mind reeling. "How?" The detective had explained, his voice grave and solemn. "We have the technology to graft his consciousness onto your own, Jessica. It's a delicate procedure, and it's never been done before. But it's our best chance at saving him. It's not a decision to be taken lightly, but it's the only one we have. There are more details, but for legal reasons we can't elaborate until you get to the hospital."
Jessica had hesitated, her thoughts racing. "Save Tom?" she'd thought, her heart swelling with hope.
"I'll do it. I'll carry him."
The detective had nodded, his expression grave. "Very well, Miss Bartlett. But know this - the procedure is irreversible. Once we implant his consciousness, it cannot be undone. You will be his host for the rest of your life, or until a suitable replacement can be found."
Jessica had nodded, her mind made up. "I understand. I'll do it."
And so, she found herself here, lying in a hospital bed, with Tom's consciousness nestled deep within her reproductive tract. She could feel him there, a strange, insistent presence that was at once comforting and disconcerting. She could feel the way he responded to her thoughts, the way he moved within her, and the way he made her body feel alive in ways she had never experienced before.
She could feel his presence, his consciousness, nestled deep within her reproductive tract. It was a strange sensation, one that she was still trying to wrap her head around. But as she lay there, her mind racing, one thought occurred to her. A thought that was equal parts shocking and empowering. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "So, Tom," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "If you're inside me, if you're... my pussy now, then that means I'm in control. I'm the one calling the shots." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.
*Kinda, Jessica. I can't decide where your pussy goes, what panties you cover me with, but I am basically doing all the jobs a pussy does. I can feel everything, every sensation, every touch. It's... intense.* Jessica felt a shiver run down her spine at Tom's words, a sudden awareness of her own body, of the strange, intimate connection they now shared. "Wait," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does this mean... does this mean I can't control my own pussy anymore?"
There was a pause before Tom's voice echoed in her mind again, gentle and reassuring. *I don't know, Jessica, it's not like that. I don't think you'll really notice much change. You'll still be in control for the most part, still able to live your life as you always have. It's just... I'm here now, sharing this part of you. I can feel what you feel, experience what you experience, but we share control of your vagina. If you like we can test how much control I have vs you. Like, I've been trying to see what I can do but I don't know what will happen if you fight me.* Jessica's eyes widened, her mind racing with the implications of Tom's words. "Fight you?" she thought, her grip tightening on the bedsheets. "What do you mean, fight you?" Tom's voice was calm, reassuring. *I mean, Jessica, that you can influence my new body, but you can't control it completely. You can suggest things, sensations, but you're the I'm the one in charge of being your pussy. I have to control your ovulation cycle, how horny you are and I even seem to have some control of the muscles yiu have down here. But like, you can't just tell me you don't want your period, because I am essentially your vagina now, I have stuff I have to do. If you want to fight me, to resist, you probably can, in a lot of scenarios. But I think it would be helpful if we tested the limits of my control, to see what I can and can't do. And I think the bathroom would be the best place to start.* Jessica hesitated, her thoughts whirling. "The bathroom?" she thought, her cheeks flushing at the implication. "Why the bathroom?" Tom's voice was matter-of-fact. *Because I want to test your bladder, Jessica. I want to see if I can control your urge to pee.* Jessica's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and surprise. "My urge to pee?" she thought, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you mean, Tom?" Tom's voice was calm, matter-of-fact. *I mean, Jessica, that I want to test my control over your bladder. I want to see if I can make you hold it, or if I can make you release it. It's important for us to understand the extent of my influence over your body, especially in regards to your reproductive tract.* Jessica hesitated, her thoughts racing. "But... but that's private, Tom. That's... intimate." Tom's voice was gentle, understanding. "Jessica. I'm sorry but I'm already your vagina, you've only been awake for half an hour, but I've been stuck in your pussy for a couple of days now. I'm already starting to understand your pussy, it's folds and creases, the wear and tear you've done to my hymen. I'm even beginning to think of myself as your vagina and not a man stuck in your vagina. It's like how you might feel familiar with a love handle or a mole that sits on your body. I promise, I won't enjoy it any more than you will. But it's necessary. For both of our sakes." Jessica took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
"Alright, Tom," she thought, her voice steady despite the nervousness churning in her stomach. "Let's do this. But remember, I'm trusting you here. Don't make me regret it." Tom's voice was soft, reassuring. *I won't, Jessica. I promise.* She felt a strange, warm familiar sensation in her lower abdomen, a gentle pressure that seemed to radiate from deep within her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a feeling that was at once alien and intimate. She gasped, her body tensing as the sensation grew stronger, more insistent. *What are you doing, Tom?* she thought, her breath hitching. *Just testing my control, Jessica,* Tom replied, his voice calm. *I'm trying to lightly squeeze your bladder, to encourage you to go to the bathroom.
Can you feel it, Jessica?* Tom's voice echoed in her mind as she hurried towards the bathroom, her steps quickening with each passing second. *Feel it?* she thought, her brow furrowing in confusion. *Feel what?* *The sensation in your bladder, Jessica. Can you feel it?* Tom's voice was patient, gentle. Jessica concentrated, her mind racing as she tried to pinpoint the source of the strange, insistent pressure. *I... I think so,* she thought, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. *It's like... like I have to go, but I don't want to.* *Good,* Tom replied, his voice approving. *Now, I want you to try and ignore it. Try to hold it in.* Jessica hesitated, her steps faltering as she reached the bathroom door. *Ignore it?* she thought, her voice incredulous. *But... but I have to go, Tom.
I can't just ignore it." Tom's voice was firm, resolute. *No, Jessica. You can. You have to. This is important. Now, try.* Jessica hesitated, her hand hovering over the bathroom doorknob. Then, taking a deep breath, she turned away from the door, her resolve hardening. "Alright, Tom," she thought, her voice steady. "I'll try. But if I wet myself, I'm blaming you." Tom chuckled, a sound that resonated deep within her. *Fair enough,* he replied, his voice amused. *But you won't. Now, concentrate. Focus on the sensation, but push it aside. Imagine it's not there.* Jessica closed her eyes, her brow furrowed in concentration. She could feel the pressure in her bladder, the insistent urge to relieve herself, but she pushed it aside, focusing on other sensations instead.
In an attempt to distract herself, a thought occurred to her, and she blurted it out without thinking.
"Hey, Tom, can you see anything? I mean, since you're... you know, down there." There was a pause, and for a moment, Jessica thought Tom hadn't heard her. Then, his voice echoed in her mind, filled with wonder and curiosity. *See, Jessica? I'm not sure what you mean. It's complicated. I can feel things, yes. Your body responds to mine, and I can sense the changes, the sensations. But see? I'm a vagina, I don't have eyes. I'm not sure how this works, to be honest. I'm still learning, just like you are. The nurse says I may be able to see glimpses from your eyes, but when I concentrate I just see fuzzy dark colours* Jessica bit her lip, considering this. "Well, can you feel... anything else? Besides the, uh, bladder thing?" She felt a flush creep up her neck, embarrassed by the intimacy of the conversation. Tom's voice was thoughtful. *Jessica, I can feel the things a pussy feels, I am a vagina now. I haven't had alot of experience yet and I didn't have one before, so this is all very new to me.
But yes, I can feel things. Like, I can feel the fabric of your underwear, the way it rubs against me, the way it feels when you move. I can feel the air on me, the temperature, the humidity. I can feel when you're aroused, when your body responds to stimuli. I can feel the blood flow, the contractions of your pelvic floor muscles. It's... intense. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. But to answer your question, no, I can't see. At least, not in the way you mean.*
Jessica burst into the room and sat on the toilet as fast as she could, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and urgency. "Tom," she thought, her voice panicked. "I have to go. Right now." Tom's voice rang clear in her mind, commanding and firm. "Keep holding, Jessica. Don't let go." She gritted her teeth, her hands gripping the sides of the toilet seat, knuckles turning white. "But, Tom, I can't. I really have to go." She squirmed, her legs trembling with the effort of holding back. "Just a little longer, Jessica. Trust me." His voice was soothing, encouraging, but the strain in her bladder was becoming unbearable. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. "I... I can't, Tom. I'm going to explode." Just as she was about to give in, to let go of the pressure that threatened to consume her, Tom spoke again. *That's good Jessica, you are doing a good job* she felt a wave of relief wash over her, her body relaxing slightly. *Keep going Jessica don't let any of it out.* Before she could protest further, she felt her body betrayed her, her muscles contracting as a torrent of urine poured forth, splashing into the toilet bowl below. She gasped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and surprise, as the sound of liquid hitting water filled the small room. *Oh my god, Tom!* she thought, her voice mortified. *What did you do that for?!* Tom's voice was gentle, apologetic. *I'm sorry, Jessica. I did mean for that to happen. We need to know how much control I have, and it seems like I do have the last say. But you have to understand, I'm not used to this. I've never had to control someone else's bladder before. It's... it's a lot to take in.* Tom's voice was filled with remorse, his words echoing in Jessica's mind as she sat on the toilet, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she tried to process the bizarre situation she found herself in. "I know, Tom," she thought, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I know this is... unusual. But we have to find a way to work together. We have to learn to trust each other." Tom's voice was soft, grateful. *Thank you, Jessica. I appreciate your understanding. I promise, I'll do better next time.* Jessica nodded, her mind already racing ahead to the next challenge. "Next time?" she thought, her brow furrowing. "What do you mean, Tom? What do you see?" Tom's voice was filled with awe and wonder. *Jessica, look down. Look at yourself.* Jessica hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Look down?" she thought, her voice uncertain. "But... but why?" *Just do it, Jessica. Please.* Tom's voice was insistent, urgent. With a sigh, Jessica did as she was told, her eyes dropping to her lap. And what she saw made her gasp in shock. There, nestled between her thighs, was a familiar sight, that, with the knowledge of context had aroused her slightly. Her pussy, pink and glistening, but it was as if she was seeing it for the first time. And there, nestled within, she new was the man once known as Tom and now known as her pussy.
It was an uncomfortable thought, but one she was growing to accept. She glanced down again, taking in the sight of her own body, and the presence within it.
Tom's consciousness was a strange entity, a mix of her own thoughts and his, and it was hard to distinguish where one ended and the other began. She knew that she was still in control, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.
But as she looked at her pussy, she felt a strange sense of power. It was hers, and she could feel Tom's presence within it. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, a desire to explore the new sensations that were coursing through her body.
As Jessica eyed up her genitalia, she realised that Tom was staring at her pussy. Tom also realised this fact, he could see. As he focused on the beautiful pink folds that lay bellow him, he understood. This wasn't his eyes, he was seeing through Jessica's eyes. And as she thinks about what she wants to do to her little pussy, Tom becomes flooded with instructions to be a good little baby maker and start preparing himself for sex. As he looks at himself, he begins secreting fluids and stretching parts.
*Jessica, stop! This is going too far!* Tom's voice echoed in her mind, urgent and panicked. Jessica started, her eyes widening as she realized what was happening. *What do you mean, Tom?* she thought, her voice laced with concern. *I mean, Jessica, that I'm... I'm getting ready. For sex. And I'm not ready. Not like this. Not yet.* Tom's voice was filled with fear and uncertainty, his words sending a chill down Jessica's spine. *Sex?* she thought, her voice barely above a whisper. *But... but I haven't even... I mean, we haven't...* *I know, Jessica. I know. But my body, your body, it's responding to... to something. To your thoughts, maybe. Or mine. I don't know. But it's happening, and I can't stop it. Jessica, you're getting aroused. I can feel it. Your body, it's responding to... to something. To the power balance, maybe. Or to the fact that I'm here, inside you. But I can feel it, Jessica. I can feel your body changing, your hormones surging. And I can't tell the difference between this and... and having sex, Jessica. My new body, it doesn't know the difference. It's responding to your arousal, to your thoughts, and it's preparing itself for sex. But I'm not ready, Jessica. I'm not ready for this. I can feel myself getting wet, but I don't know what to do. I don't know how to... fuck a cock. I've never... I've never even... Jessica, please. I need your help. I need you to guide me.*
Jessica took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She felt a strange mix of emotions - surprise, fear, curiosity, and even a strange sort of excitement. She had never expected to find herself in this position, and she didn't know what to do. But she knew one thing - she couldn't just leave Tom alone in this strange, unfamiliar body.
"Okay, Tom," she said, her voice steady. "I understand and I am grateful that you saved me."
Tom nodded, his voice shaking. "Thank you Jessica"