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With Reigen having an actual worker (and multiple middle schoolers that he does not pay enough), Dimple has gotten called into the office progressively less. He sometimes just visited because he was bored, because really, there was not a lot he could really do.
So when he actually got called in, or more factually, Mob getting a call from Reigen to request Dimple, he was not necessarily unhappy about it. And he did not even have to make up an excuse why he was coming by for once.Dimple did not even have to say anything when he floated into the office for Reigen to look vaguely flustered, which was both a good and the worst possible sign. Dimple did not think he minded the possibility of either.“So why did you give Serizawa a day of when you know you have a customer.”“Well, he looked like he needed a break. Yesterday was really busy.” Reigen just shrugged nonchalantly and seemed to be grabbing for a teacup that was not there, which probably was better anyway, since he looked like he would choke on it anyway.
“And there's no costumer. I just wanted…”, Reigen looked like he really would like to drink something, just so the pause between the words would be less awkward. But instead he just had to swallow his own spit while wringing for words. “I found a rumor online about how to fight of possession without harming the possessed body, and i wanted to try that out.”“You want me to possess you and possibly harm me?”Reigen looked up at Dimple, visibly trying to find a way to win him over to whatever weird experiment he wanted to try this time. At least Reigen had learned not to try out new stuff in high-stakes environments. “I don’t think it could harm you. It’s more like aroma therapy.” - He nodded, being happy about finding a way to explain it, without actually having to name anything. “But with food. Or more like, aroma therapy with drinks.”“I don’t think slamming three energy drinks will be healthy for you, nor will it stop possession.” Dimple said, while summoning his arms, to hold what could count as his chin, in what one could interpret as a thinking pose. He really had started to use more body language since he started hanging around humans again. “Possession also stops, if you die of heart failure. Which is probably what would happen then anyway.”“Well, it isn’t energy drinks.” “What is it then? Rumcoke? Alcohol makes possession easier.”Reigen then reached to his bottom drawer, pulling up a mason jar half filled with a yellow liquid. Dimple just stared at it, realizing what this was about. “That’s not apple juice, right.”Reigen shook his head. “That isn’t apple juice.”“So you want me to possess you and then drink your piss. When did you even do that. Why are you storing it in the office.”“If you don’t mind.” Reigen said, still looking like he would like to drink tea, but he was planning on drinking something else soon anyway. “It’s from this morning, i read aged urine is more potent though. But i think for this trial this should be enough.”Dimple reached out his hand in silent agreement, which was far more formal than he liked to possess people usually, but he felt like this study should be treated as seriously as it could. And if he did it right, he would not even have to taste it. Not that he minded, he found himself thinking.Reigen had not really thought about what possession would feel like, but this was not like what he imagined. He could still see everything, feel everything, he still had all his senses and even noticed his foot tapping when he tried to move it, so it was not like an awake sleep paralysis.
It felt as if his brain was too full, his body too dense, while his skin should be too thin to cover it all.And then his jaw moved without his doing. “You wanna get this show on the road?” The voice felt surreal, coming from his throat without even being close to what sounds he could produce.When Reigen nodded, which luckily actually reached his face, he felt a smile forming without his doing. “You know you still can talk. This is more of a body-sharing experience than pure possession. Thought you might enjoy that.”“What?” Reigen spluttered out as Dimple had barely finished his sentence. “Why would enjoy this. It’s purely for science.”Without an answer his too-heavy feeling arms reached for the mason jar, unscrewing the lid. The strong smell was not really overwhelming, but it still was still filling his nose. They better not spill anything, he did not have any vinegar in the office to remove the smell, and he did not know how much incense would help.And while his arm came closer holding the glass, this time less heavy since Reigen actually wanted to move it too, the smell became stronger.
The closer it came, the hotter his face felt, until the cold glass touched his lips. He felt Dimple loosening his control of the hand, whether to taunt Reigen with drinking it being his decision or to give him a choice to rethink it.When the first drop touched his tongue, he felt his body fighting against another smile, as to not spill any of the straw-yellow liquid.
The actual taste was a lot like what he would have guessed, but a little more bitter and a lot more intense, but Reigen was not sure if that was because Dimple had found a way to make their senses stronger or because it has been resting for a few hours.His left hand seemed to be moving, but Reigen was not really paying attention, far too concentrated on swallowing another small portion of his own pee. Dimple used the second the body took to gulp it down, to move the jar a bit from his face, to actually talk again.“You really got a boner from drinking your own piss, huh?”
Now Reigen noticed where his other hand was actually placed, right on top of his crotch. And while he wanted to object, he felt his hand clamming around the jar to stop them from dropping it, and his mouth not moving while he set it down.“Hey, it’s okay. There are weirder kinks.” Dimple said, while giving Reigen some control of the body back. “I'm not getting off to swallowing urine.” Reigen replied, not even being able convince himself. He really hoped Dimple could not actually read his thoughts, because that would throw any chance of preserving his dignity right out of the window.“Well, not yet anyway.” And while Reigen could feel that he could move his arm, he did not remove his hand from the tent in his trousers. “You would be alright with me jerking off while you possess me?”“I can’t really do that without a body, so really, it would be beneficial to us both.” Dimple let the hand actually brush across the fabric. “And if that involves piss, so be it.”Reigen nodded before he took the hand that was still holding the jar to reach into the drawer, the same one he stores the hair clipper in, to get out the strawberry lotion he stored there for massages. Maybe he should really invest in some lube, but then again, he should not make a habit out of having sexual encounters in his office.He felt Dimple opening his zipper, in a oddly skilled way for only having one hand and not being used to having a body, before the hand moved to uncap the lotion bottle and with Reigens help, squirting some on one hand.
Then they moved it back to his crotch again, using the thumb to tuck his underwear down without dirtying it (yet.)“You can go back to drinking, if you want to.” Dimple said while their hand closed around Reigens dick. “I can take care of this.”Reigen did not even try to answer, it probably would make him not outright moaning at the cold feel of the lotion much harder, so he just just dropped the bottle and moved the hand that was more in his control to the piss-filled jar. He contemplated if he should actually continue, he could get off without that and Dimple could probably use it to make fun of him, but then that train was long gone.He let out an audible moan when he felt his dick getting lightly squeezed in a almost teasing way, while also feeling the arm holding the jar was getting heavier, the telltale sign as Reigen had learned, for Dimple to take a little more control, moving it closer again. “You really want to let this opportunity go to waste?”“I just wanted to check if you actually know how to get someone off, before filling my mouth.” Reigen bickered back, and to prove himself he then took a big gulp, filling his mouth with enough piss, that some dripped down his chin.When swallowed he felt himself moan obscenely, probably too loud if someone was in the hallway, but also, not entirely his own moan.“You getting off to this too, Dimple?”, he asked, while the pumping up and down continued. Instead of getting a answer, he felt the thumb stroking over the top of his dick, causing Reigen to moan, this time mostly just him.It felt weird getting his own moan interrupted by the panting voice of Dimple, “What did you say?”, before he urged Reigen to continue to drink from the jar, by jerkily moving the jaw closer again.“Hey-”, another moan interrupting him, the hand on his dick speeding up, “Be careful. I don’t want to clean that from the floor.”
Reigen then glanced down to see how much of the piss was still left, probably around 3 decent mouthfuls, which he could probably finish swallowing before he finished. So he took another gulp, feeling his dick getting squeezed again.He could feel his body getting desperate, while Dimples energy made his whole body pulsate, as they moved closer and closer to cumming. Another gulp, followed by a moan. (He hoped noone was in the offices next door.) His stomach feeling full, and his dick feeling heavy, both from possession and his bodies need to release.
The hand stroked over his balls for a second, before coming back up to the the top, faster than would normally be comfortable, but neither of them seemed to really mind this. Reigen scrambled to get the last drops of the piss into his mouth, when he felt his whole body shudder before they finally cam, spurting cum over his pants while letting out a last loud moan, barely having swallowed.Reigen was unable to keep his hand steady enough to keep the jar from falling, but he could not even worry about that and just assumed Dimple would keep the worst from happening, forgetting that the ghost probably just got to experience his first orgasm in months.
So, both not paying attention, the glass fell into his cum-covered lap, spilling the last few drops of piss.Reigen noticed his body feeling lighter again, not necessarily unlike his usual post-orgasm haze, but when he heard Dimples voice without his jaw moving, he knew that the ghost had left his body and was floating around again.“Was there actually a rumor?” “Of course there is.”, replied Reigen, while fishing for his pack of cigarettes before remembering he tried to cut back on that habit. While he was still contenplaining if this was a situation worth breaking that promise, Dimple floated in his field of view again to regain his attention.“Probably like how sucking on toes relieves stress, right?”“Wait.” Reigen tried to keep calm enough, as not to alarm the other offices in the building. If they had not already heard him moaning while drinking piss. “You saw that?”