Possession.com Experience 6

Body Description

Name: Angelina Tannaro
Age: 24 Years
Height: 6'4
Weight: 195 pounds
Times Possessed: 4
Breast Size: 36 C
Occupation: WNBA Player
Relationship History: One boyfriend, one girlfriend, currently single
Sexual History: 3 partners, 1 male, 2 female.
Personality: Focused and hardworking. Trains for basketball daily.
Libido: High. Can become extremely horny, especially after working out.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Deep vaginal stimulation preferred. Breasts have low sensitivity.
Cost: $$

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My boyfriend loved being submissive in the bedroom, but as a short girl of 5 foot flat I had trouble taking the lead fully. I could always tie him up, but couldn't toss him around like I really wanted to. So, after coming down from an argument I decided to rent a huge and buff body to get the horsepower I needed to hate fuck the shit out of him. Angelina was local and fit the bill. I landed in her in the gym and spent some time flexing her muscles and testing her flexibility before heading home. My boyfriend was shocked to see a massive woman, on his doorstep, staring him down with fuck me eyes. I started by picking him up and really testing Angelina's strength. Oh yeah, equipped with her muscles I could literally curl him. Finally, I got dressed in some black lingerie and pinned him down while doing squats on his dick. My husband loved it so much he even decided to possess a super scrawny guy so we could walk around town together and turn some heads. It was so fun being big and powerful. I'll definitely be back inside!

My sister said she needed help beating her rivals in an intramural basketball game, so she asked me to come and play. Turns out I'm not able to since it's not a coed league. Little did she know this was great for me, since I love possessing women. I found Angelina after putting in a search for athletic bodies. Her jaw dropped when I showed up - partly because of the body, partly because I'd dressed myself in only a hooters sports bra and tight panties. She didn't know I get super turned on from all the attention I attract in a female body. I was so wet from the attention I got when I made a slam dunk that I could literally smell my pussy musk on the court. After dropping 45 points and helping them win by a mile, I had to head home and get something in me, ASAP. She had a vibrator with a little clit poker attachment that had me seeing stars. If you're her, you've gotta try it.

I'm an ass man and Angelina is heaven. I've already possessed her three times and I keep coming back to slap that dumptruck. Even when I'm orgasming around a dildo I can't keep my hands off. I haven't even left the house in her body - I'm not gay and I know I'd get hit on by every guy I see.

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You're teleported from your computer screen to find two long, tan legs stretched beneath you. You've landed in her body in the middle of one of her workouts. You're staring in the mirror and the toned body you're now equipped with stares back. Your body is soaked in sweat.

Her tits are on your chest now. You rub them, sighing in her deep feminine contralto. You stick your painted nail between them, feeling the sweat that's gathered there. Her body is yours now, and you're free to manipulate it how you want, for your pleasure.

Your legs are so long. Even as a guy, you weren't this tall. Standing up, you flex your muscles, testing out your new strength. This body is so tight and lean, and you delight in it, rubbing your hands up and down your arms and legs.

You feel a warming and slight tingle down below. Where your dick was is now a flat span of fabric, barely covering your new equipment. Beneath it, you can feel the center of the tingling. You remember that in her body description, it said she can get turned on after a workout and you're feeling the aftereffects, coupled with the desire you have toward her.

Reaching a hand down into the panties, you feel two lips which peel apart with your fingers. Running a hand up and down draws a sigh from your lips. It's so, incredibly sensitive and is making this big body go crazy.

Your body's sweaty, so you decide to get in the shower and clean off. You strip and walk to the bathroom. Staring at your body, naked and spread wide open brings the urgency back to the forefront. Her body's yours, you can do whatever you want with it, and she can't say no. You get in the shower, looking over your shoulder to stare at your fat ass, your hand returning to your pussy and rubbing up and down.

Curling your fingers, you find your hole. The rim is so sensitive, it's almost begging you to go deeper. You take the plunge, fingering a pussy attached to your body and wired to your brain for the first time. You gasp aloud, the sensations strong and overpowering. Your inner walls are so sensitive and even the slightest rub sends you to heaven.

You have a crazy thought. Your fingers felt so good, what would... something bigger feel like? Not a dick, but maybe... a dildo? Did she have one? Where was it?

Instantly the location of her dildo pops into your mind. Bottom dresser drawer, buried behind all the panties. "The memories!" You say to yourself. The free trial must have included them. You smile to yourself, digging through her panties and grabbing the rubbery dildo, holding it up to inspect it. You were still horny and the musk of your pussy mixed with your sweat and filled the room.

You press the suction backed dildo up against the shower wall, sticking it. Could you do this? Taking it in the pussy would be new for you. But after what you'd felt earlier, you pushed past any reservations, motivated by the lust for yourself. You lined up the dildo with your pussy, backing it down.

Finally, you step back. You reach between your long muscular legs and line the dildo's tip up with your cunt. You push back, and feel the pressure as it pops inside. "Oh..." You moan aloud as you are met with the most amazing ecstasy. You spread your cheeks wider, place your hands on your hips, trying to find the way to maximize the pleasure you were getting from this alien experience.

Pumping back and forth, you feel yourself reaching a peak. When the dildo got to its deepest point, it hit a place that felt so amazing with every touch. Backing down, you moan, clutching your tits, pleasure tearing you apart, until you snap. Pleasure bursts and rushes over you, filling every corner of your amazoness body. You slide off the dildo, falling into a squat on the shower floor, legs shaking and quaking.

You lay there panting, water passing over you, your long hair coming across your face in matted wet bunches.

Then, you snap back to your own body. You're sitting in your computer chair, staring at the screen for possession.com. A pop up appears.

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Terrorized By My Bully

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Bodyhopper Saga 6

I walked back into my apartment, dropping my backpack on the ground. I sighed after a long week of work.

Ever since learning about my bodyhopping powers about a year ago, my life had become kinda... normal.

Whereas some bodyhoppers, like Ken, my old mentor, had essentially given up their old life to live as a bodyhopper full-time, I couldn't give my whole life up cold turkey. I mean, what would my parents think? So, I decided to keep up with my normal life.

That didn't mean I'd sworn off using my powers, though. On the weekends, I would find some hot girl and possess her for a bit of fun. Some weeks were chill, and I'd possess my next-door neighbor for a lazy day in and some casual orgasms, while others were more intense. I'd even tracked down and possessed a high class escort for a weekend and fucked anyone with a pulse. 

This weekend, I was thinking something in between. I decided to rope in Benji, my friend who was the only non-hopper who knew about my powers. I'd moved in with him as a roommate after I moved from the suburbs to the city to get closer to more possession targets.

"Benji, you here?" I said, peeking into his room.

He looked up from his computer, his eyes glued to some online dating site. "Oh, hey man," he said, noticing my tired expression. "Rough week?"

"Yeah." I said. "But I have some good news for you. I think some woman time is exactly what I need."

Benji's eyes lit up, and he spun around in his chair. "Oh, I wanna have you try something different. You've been hopping a lot of the same types lately."

"Oh, so my big titted coworkers and my hot neighbor aren't good enough for you?" I said sarcastically.

Benji rolled his eyes. "Come on, bro, I've noticed you've been getting a bit... repetitive with the same roster of girls all the time. And I've had this crazy week too, I've been into Asian girls lately. It's all I can think about." He leaned back in his chair, his hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "There's this massage parlor downtown... what do you say"

We walked up to the front of "Golden Lotus Massage Parlor" on the outskirts of Chinatown, where it blended into the other residential neighborhoods nearby. Inside, we were met with the faint smell of jasmine incense and the soothing sound of a babbling fountain. The receptionist looked up from her magazine, smiling slightly as we approached. She was a petite, middle aged, slightly chubby Vietnamese woman with a round face and dark, almond-shaped eyes that looked slightly bored, but she was definitely hiding something behind that smile.

"Two for massage?" she asked.

"Just gonna be one." Benji nodded at me. "I'll just wait here."

The receptionist nodded and called out in a language I couldn't understand. A moment later, a smoking hot masseuse emerged from the back, her hips swaying gently as she walked towards us. She was a busty Vietnamese woman, with skin so smooth it looked like she'd just been painted on. Her breasts looked like they could fill a man's hands and then some, and her long black hair fell down her back in silky waves. The receptionist kept speaking to her in their language, either telling her about our booking, gossiping or both. I wasn't sure.

"This is her." Benji whispered to me, his eyes practically popping out of his head. "Her name's Tran."

"Tran, huh?" I said. I smiled, looking her up and down, taking in what would be my new body. "She'll do."

The massage room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a few candles flickering on the shelves. The walls were painted a soothing shade of green, and small bamboo plants were in vases on a table. She gestured for me to lie down, and I felt the anticipation build as I lay face down, feeling the coolness of the sheet against my skin.

Her hands were firm and skilled, working out the knots in my shoulders. The scent of the massage oil was faintly sweet, reminiscent of coconut. As she worked, I focused on her, willing my essence to shift into a state of liquid, the way Ken had taught me. It was a weird sensation, like my body was melting.

When she reached the middle of my back, I made my move. My body started to wobble on the massage table before liquefying into a pool of goo. She gasped in surprise, but before she could react, I flowed up and into her mouth. She choked and coughed, but my consciousness had already infiltrated her system.

In an instant, I was in control of her body, looking out from behind her eyes. I saw her tits from a new perspective, jutting out and begging to be touched. So I did, my new hands gliding over the firm mounds, feeling the weight and the heat of them. I had to stifle a moan, remembering where I was.

I felt a warming in my tummy, reminding me that I had some new equipment down below. I stuffed my tits back inside the dress and lifted its hem, seeing my pussy come into view in the mirror across the room. As I shifted my weight from leg to leg, I could feel the lips slide and rub against one another.

I shuddered slightly, grinning, recalling how good it had felt to have a pussy in the past, like when I'd had my boss Jackie's pussy and Ken ate me out. "I'm gonna have so many orgasms with you." I said, patting it twice.

Enough playing around. I pulled my dress down and walked out of the room. I headed back towards the waiting area, ready to put part two of our plan into action. 

Benji's jaw practically hit the floor when he saw me, or rather, Tran. I gave him a knowing smile, the one that said, "You know exactly what's up."

"Nhanh thế. Anh ta trả tiền cho nửa giờ. Có chuyện gì thế?" The portly receptionist said to me, looking up from her magazine. Use her memories... you can too... find out how...

I realized she was speaking to me in Vietnamese, but with only some light digging in Tran's memories, I could understand it perfectly. Benji was looking at me, waiting for me to invite him back.

I decided to try responding in Vietnamese. I thought about what I wanted to say, and with some focus on activating Tran's brain, they came out naturally. "Anh ấy muốn tôi đưa bạn anh ấy đến phòng mát-xa. Không biết tại sao."

"Sir, come to the back with me." I said, gesturing to Benji, who stood up. 

The receptionist smirked at me as I turned to walk back. "Mày định thủ dâm cho cả hai thằng đó à? Đồ khốn nạn. Mày sẽ được boa nhiều lắm!" It was crazy what these women said to each other when they thought nobody could understand. I wondered how many other times someone had talked shit about me in another language without me knowing.

We entered the room where I had just been on the table. Benji stepped forward, his eyes glued to my new body. He was practically drooling at the sight of me.

"What's it like?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "How does it feel?"

"It's... different," I said, sitting down on the massage table. "Everything's so... soft. And the way my tits bounce, it's like I'm holding a water balloon in each hand." I laughed, the sound of my own voice in Tran's body a little disconcerting.

Benji's eyes followed my every movement, and I knew he was imagining the feeling of those breasts in his hands. "Come on, lay down," I told him, patting the massage table. "Let me give you the full experience."

With trembling hands, he stripped down to his boxers and lay face down. I poured some oil into my palms and began to rub them together, letting the heat build up. As I leaned over him, my breasts brushed against his back, and I felt his body tense. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of him getting turned on by this, knowing full well that I was in control of the situation.

"So, how does this whole memory thing work?" Benji asked, his voice muffled by the face cradle. "Do you just, like, remember being her?"

I chuckled, feeling Tran's body move in a way that was still foreign to me. "It's more like... I have access to her knowledge bank," I explained, my hands working the tension out of his shoulders. "Her memories are like files I can pull up if I need them. Like just now with the receptionist. I didn't know Vietnamese before, but with a little effort, I can make Tran's brain do the translation for me."

With that, I took the bottle of oil and generously coated my breasts. The cool liquid warmed almost immediately from my body heat, creating a delightful, slippery sensation that was entirely new to me. Benji's eyes grew wide as he watched my hands glide over my chest, squeezing and massaging my own breasts.

I climbed onto the massage table, straddling him with Tran's body, my wet, oily breasts pressing down into his back. His breaths grew shallower as he felt the weight of them, and I couldn't help but smirk. I began to rub my chest against his back, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me that were only heightened by the fact that I was experiencing them through someone else's body.

My hand reached down between my legs, parting my folds and rubbing up and down my clit. All the while, my free hand kept pressing Benji's muscles, continuing the massage. The feeling of my wetness against my fingers was electrifying, especially knowing he was just inches away from the action. Benji's body grew tense under me.

"Hey, Marcus?" Benji asked.

"Yeah?" I said, continuing my sensual massage.

"How about you show me some of Tran's technique? Use those memories of hers. I mean, this is a sketchy asian massage parlor."

I was mainly here for my own pleasure, to feel this pussy orgasm to get rid of some stress, but I decided to humor him. I dug into Tran's memories, searching for her best handjob technique. I flipped Benji over, so he was on his back. Then, I went between his legs, spitting all over his dick. I took it in a tight grip, rubbing up and down the shaft fully. I saw Benji's face go nuts. Tran really knew what she was doing.

I decided to take it up a notch. By this point, I'd spent enough time in women that I'd gotten used to pleasuring guys. But, there was one thing I'd yet to do. So I reached back in Tran's memories again, then lowered my head and popped Benji's dick into my mouth. The taste of him was new and strange, but I quickly got over it as I started to bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke. Benji's eyes rolled back into his head, his hands gripping the sides of the massage table tightly.

My new tongue and mouth felt like they were made for this, and I worked him over like a pro. I could feel his body responding, his cock growing harder and thicker in my mouth as he got closer to the edge. I pulled back, letting a strand of saliva connect his tip to my bottom lip. He looked at me, desperation in his eyes.

"Fuck, man," Benji groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

"Thanks to this head of hers." I said, tapping my forehead. "But I didn't come here to just get you off. I had a hard week and I'm the one that needs to get off. I want this pussy to cum.

I laid back on the table, spreading my legs, inviting him in. He approached me tentatively, his eyes locked onto the glistening wetness between Tran's thighs. I took his hand and guided it to my clit, showing him exactly where to touch. He obeyed, his finger circling gently before pressing down.

The sensation was overwhelming, like a thousand tiny explosions of pleasure. I could feel his energy and excitement as he touched me, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I leaned back, my hands reaching behind my head, giving him a full view of my new body. His eyes darted down, watching his own hand as it moved over my clit, spreading the slickness.

"You know what to do," I whispered, my voice low and seductive in Tran's body. "I need it. Now."

Benji nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. He walked beside the table, positioning himself between my legs. His cock, thick and hard, hovered above me, the tip glistening with precum. He didn't waste a second, plunging into me. I felt a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled me up, stretching me in ways I hadn't felt in a while. Tran's body was tight and responsive.

As Benji began to move, I felt Tran's body reacting almost on its own. The muscles around my pussy tightened, squeezing him as he thrust in and out. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. My hand found his and guided it back to my clit, showing him exactly how I wanted it. He took over, his thumb moving in circles, pressing down just right.

The orgasm grew, a crescendo of pleasure building deep within me. Tran's memories whispered in the back of my mind, reminding me of the tricks she knew to make this moment last longer. I focused on the feeling of his dick moving in and out, reached my hand down to rub my clit, and the tension in my belly grew tighter and tighter. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

My back arched off the table, my breasts bouncing with the force of the orgasm. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, like a wave of pure bliss washing over me, making every nerve in Tran's body sing. I let out a moan that was part relief, part surprise, and all pleasure. Benji's eyes went wide as he watched me. He was so focused on my reaction that he didn't even realize he was getting closer too.

The orgasm grew in intensity, my legs spasming and my toes curling. The muscles in my abdomen tightened and released in rhythmic pulses, each one sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through me. It was like I was riding a rollercoaster of pleasure, and I didn't want it to end. Tran's body was so responsive, so alive with sensation, that I could feel every single movement Benji made.

I grabbed a fistful of the massage table's sheets, then my tits, holding on for dear life as Benji's thrusts grew more frantic. His breathing was ragged, his eyes locked on my bouncing tits and the way my pussy swallowed his cock with each stroke. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, was enough to keep me on the edge, teetering between sanity and oblivion.

My body was a symphony of sensations, every nerve ending alive and begging for more. Tran's memories whispered sweet nothings into my mind, urging me to push her body to the limit. And so, I did. I tightened around him, my hips bucking up to meet each of his thrusts. His grip on my hips grew bruising, his nails digging into the flesh as he strived for deeper penetration.

The room grew hazy, my vision swimming as the orgasm crested yet again. The candles on the shelves flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, as if they were dancing to the rhythm of our frenzied lovemaking. Benji's breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he fought his own climax. I could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles coiled and flexed with each stroke.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my voice a desperate plea.

"Me too," Benji grunted, his face flushed and sweaty.

I smirked, knowing he was enjoying the feeling of being inside an Asian woman, something he hadn't been able to experience before. 

Matter of fact, we were both enjoying our first experience inside an Asian woman. And so far, the ride was great.

"Come for me, Benji," I murmured, my voice a seductive purr. "I want to feel you fill me up."

With a final, desperate thrust, he let go, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Tran's pussy. The feeling was strange but exhilarating, a mix of his pleasure and my own as I watched him lose control. I felt his warmth spread through me, the contractions of his dick sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

We laid there for a moment, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. Benji pulled out gently, his dick glistening with our combined juices. He looked up at me, a mix of shock and awe on his face.

"Wow." Benji said, coming down from the high. "You were howling like a wildcat." That must have felt insane for you.

My breath was still heaving, my tits moving up and down with each. "Yeah. Her orgasms... insane." Was all I could muster.

"She looks like such a good ride." Benji said, coming up to me and taking a tit in his hand. "I wish I was the one who could take over chicks."

"Oh, poor you." I said, smiling. "You only get to fuck them all instead."

Cum leaked out of me as I looked between my legs toward him.

"Shit. We need to get this bitch some Plan B." I said. "Can't leave too much of a mess for her. C'mon."

I slipped on Tran's dress and began to walk to the reception area.

The chubby receptionist stared at me, dumbfounded. A few male clients had filed in and were now staring at me, massive grins on their faces.

"Tran. Anh có quan hệ với anh chàng đó không!? Anh đang hét lên!" The receptionist said, aghast.

"Tôi đã làm thế. Và tôi đã đạt được hai lần cực khoái lớn! Bạn nên thử nó một lần thay vì chỉ ngồi đây cả ngày." I replied, smirking and examining my fingernails.

"Bây giờ tất cả khách hàng đều nghĩ cô là một con điếm to xác!" She said, eyes wide with despiration and disbelief.

"Vâng, tôi là một con điếm lớn. Nhân tiện, tôi cần ra ngoài một chút, tôi cần một viên thuốc kế hoạch B. Khi tôi quay lại, tôi sẽ hành động như thể tôi không nhớ bất kỳ điều gì về điều này. Bạn cũng nên làm như vậy. Tạm biệt!"

The receptionist's jaw dropped, she was speechless.

Benji, meanwhile, stood there, confused. I realized I'd just had an entire conversation in fluent Vietnamese, and he'd understood nothing. I took him by the hand, walking out the door.

This was my first time inside an Asian body, and I had to say, I was kinda loving it.

"Maybe I should stay in here for a bit longer. Or, should I switch it up?"

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Part 5

Everleigh Ever After

I huffed and puffed as I drove off the farm. "Why would he put up with them?" I wanted to get back to civilization as I pulled back onto the country road lined with oaks and saw the sign. 50 miles to New Orleans. I didn't care where I was headed, as long as I was going away from here.

I wasn't sure what Jamal saw in that girl. She was alright, but her family? They were actually insane. I thought about the day's events as I rounded the curves. As crazy as they were, I couldn't quite shake it. Through the hatred, was there... attraction?

Earlier that day, I'd pulled the opposite way, turning into the driveway of that old southern home. The sun had been a hot, unforgiving presence, beating down on the metal roof of my car. I stepped out, feeling the sticky humidity immediately cling to me. The house was a large estate on an old farm, with wraparound porches and rocking chairs. Though it reeked of money, it was surrounded by fields and a couple of barns. I shuddered. A confederate flag flew from above the barn's wide doors. 

"What the hell are you doing here, Jermaine??" I said to myself, under my breath. 

Knocking on the door, Jamal answered first. 

"Big bro, what is this?" I asked. 

"Just play nice with her family, bruh. She's my fiance. She's not like them." He said softly into my ear as he pulled me in close as he dapped me up.

I was about to plan my next reply when I heard a man's voice.

"You Jamal's kin?" He said in a deep Louisiana drawl. "I'm Ethan, Kristi's dad."

He was probably in his mid-50s, with a beer belly that looked like it had been marinated in cheap beer and sunscreen. He had a camouflage hat on and was wearing a shirt that had seen better days. 

"Come on in, dinner's almost ready." He said. He was greeting us in a way that was welcoming, but showed defeat, like he was resigned to the fact his daughter was dating a black man who'd brought his brother into his home. 

I sat down at a table in an old country kitchen. I had to admit the food smelled great. Kristi's mom, Marge was cooking away, and I saw some collard greens on the stove and mac and cheese, fresh out the oven on the table. Maybe my family and theirs did have more similarities than different. After all, we were both southern.

As soon as I felt myself get comfortable, I heard the TV going. Fox News. "He's finally going to drain the swamp." One of the anchors said. I felt a hand on my back which made me jump. 

"Arent'cha glad one of our own is back in the White House?" It was Ethan. 

"Uhh... yeah." I responded. I was going to say more, but I saw Jamal's eyes staring daggers at me. I knew him well enough to know that meant: "Shut up and don't make a scene." I bit my tongue.

Kristi finally came downstairs, and we exchanged pleasantries. She was a lot more bearable. I could see why my brother liked her. She had flowing blonde hair and a tight, athletic body. 

"You haven't stormed out yet. That's better than I thought you'd do." Kristi said in her southern accent, kissing Jamal on the cheek.

"Don't count your chickens before they've hatched. We haven't even eaten yet!" I responded, laughing.

"Dinner's ready!" Marge yelled. "Kristi, go get your sister."

"Mom! I'm already here." I heard a voice say. I turned around.

"Who's that?" I couldn't help but say.

"That's Everleigh Anne. My little sis!" Kristi said. "Jamal's never mentioned I have a sibling?"

"No he hasn't." I replied. I could see why. Everleigh was basically a younger version of Kristi with bigger tits. WAY bigger tits. I thought, as I sat down to eat. "Could they have picked a more stereotypical white trash name?" I said to myself internally as we got ready to eat.

Now that I noticed, there were a bunch of photos of her up around the house. For a christian family, she was showing quite a bit of skin, I thought to myself, but like before, biting my tongue.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled, "So what do you do up in the big city, Jermaine?" Marge asked as she placed a plate of food in front of me.

"I'm a petroleum engineer," I replied, trying to keep my tone even.

"So you're one of those computer nerds, huh?" Ethan said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he sat down with a plate piled high with food. "Must be nice, not having to get your hands dirty."

"Everleigh, will you say grace for us?" Marge said, smiling at her daughter, who was texting away on her phone. "And put that dang phone up, the girls from the sorority can wait!"

"Oh, sure." Everleigh said, rolling her eyes before she began to pray in her own soft, southern drawl. "Dear Lord Jesus, bless this food we are about to receive from thy bountiful table, and bless the hands that prepared it and mouths that consume it, even though they be those of the color of the devil's own shadow. Amen." She immediately went back to texting.

"Now Everleigh, be respectful of our guests." Ethan said, chuckling and starting to eat.

I looked at Jamal. Did she seriously just say that? Everyone else was eating like nothing had happened, even Kristi. He gave me the same icy stare. I pursed my lips tight and moved on. Just one dinner. I could get through this, then I'd never have to come back.

The rest of dinner was ok, not so overt. Sure, there was plenty of talk of right wing politics, and how America was losing it's "Christian values", but there wasn't anything so targeted like Everleigh had made earlier. Where did that girl get off? Coming downstairs just to text on her phone through dinner with her sister's possible future husband? It was clear that she was her parents' little princess and did whatever she wanted. Being a hot white girl, she probably got whatever she wanted at that college of hers as well. She'd never have to work a day in her life! I couldn't help but stare at her. Her light brown eyes, her beautiful body. How could such a pretty package harbor such hate?

Being frustrated, I decided to stir the pot. "How's college, Everleigh?" I asked, her nose buried in her phone, which was clad in a hot pink case. She looked up, irritation flashing across her face. "It's fine," she replied, not bothering to elaborate.

"What are you studying?" I pushed, smiling sweetly. She rolled her baby brown eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder before setting her phone down, taking a deep breath. "I'm majoring in Communications." she said, her voice exasperated at the simple question I'd asked.

"That's admirable. And is there a man in your life?" I asked, smiling.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you care?"

"Just making conversation," I replied, shrugging.

"Well, if you must know, I'm single at the moment. I'm waiting for the right man. A good, Christian, Republican man. Too many sissies out there these days. Can't find one who knows how to handle a rifle and respects the sanctity of marriage," Everleigh said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You wouldn't know much about that, would you."

"No, I wouldn't." I responded.

"Hmph." It was accompanied by a knowing glance, and was all she said before looking back down at her phone. I hated how she had this "holier than thou" attitude, while being the most disrespectful person by far at the table. She'd hit the genetic lottery with her pretty face and curvy body, but there was nothing of any beauty beneath the surface. She hadn't learned any respect from her traditional family, at least not enough to treat someone like me, who was different than her, with common dignity.

So when I finally left, I was more than relieved, but carried some stress with me. Jamal had tried to calm my nerves before leaving, and Kristi had apologized for how her sister had acted, but the feeling still lingered. 

So after parking my car at my hotel in New Orleans, I decided to wander out into the touristy areas for some drinks. The first bar I stumbled into was crowded with a mix of locals and tourists, and the music was a blend of jazz and blues that seemed to seep into the very soul of the city. I ordered a Sazerac from the bartender, a drink I hadn't had since college. The whiskey burned down my throat, leaving a pleasant warmth that spread through my body. It was a classic New Orleans cocktail, and just the first step in my plan to forget the day's events. One drink became two, then three, before I decided I'd had enough and it was time to head back and turn in for the night.

The walk home was typical as you'd expect from the Big Easy. Drunk bar goers, Jazz echoing in the distance. The night was in full swing, so I decided to get off the main street to dodge the crowds. But on my walk off, I saw something catch my eye. It was a neon sign down a dark alleyway, which swung over a door which was little more than a hole in the wall. The sign read: "Mama Redoux, Fortune Teller". I'm not sure why, but I was drawn in. Maybe it was a "When in Rome" moment, but I felt like right then, it was something worth doing. 

Walking inside, I found a dimly lit room filled with the scent of incense and the faint sound of drums beating in the background. A heavy velvet curtain separated the small antechamber from whatever lay beyond, and a woman sat behind a table draped with a red cloth, her eyes locked on me. She was frail and thin, with dark ebony skin. She had the self assuredness in her eyes that told me she didn't need strength to get what she wanted. She had her hair twisted into braids, and atop her head was a purple turban. Her hands were adorned with so many bracelets and rings, I wondered how her frail arms could lift them up at all.

"You lookin' for somethin' special, dear?" she asked in a thick, Creole accent.

"Just a quick fortune." I said, taking a seat in the chair opposite her.

"Take a seat."

Mama Redoux took my hand, her eyes half closed as she began to murmur incantations that seemed to be a mix of French and something else. She had a strange grip, firm but gentle, and her hands were as cold as ice.

"You got somethin' on your mind, cher," she said, her eyes snapping open to look at me. "It's a girl, ain't it?"

"Yeah." I said. "Although it's... a bit of an odd situation. I know it's wrong, but I can't get my mind off of her."

Mama Redoux leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on my palm. "Ah, but the heart wants what it wants, don't it? And sometimes, it takes a little... nudge... to get what you truly desire." She said, her smile widening.

"You're not suggesting I put a spell on her, are you?" I chuckled nervously.

Mama Redoux's smile grew wider. "Not exactly, baby. But I can teach you somethin' that might give you a... different perspective."

The way she emphasized "different" made me sit up straighter. "What's that?" I asked, intrigued despite myself.

"It's a bit of old magic, baby," she said, her eyes gleaming. "A way to understand what it's like to walk in another's shoes."

"Voodoo?" I asked.

Mama Redoux chuckled. "Some call it that. But it's just a way to even the scales, honey. Folks like us have been doing it to folks like them for centuries now."

She pulled out a small wooden box from under her table and opened it to reveal a ring that looked like a cheap knick-knack. It was made of silver, wavy and unassuming.

"This here is something I came across by fortune and chance." she said, her eyes still locked onto mine. "It's got a bit of magic in it, if you believe in that sort of thing." She smiled, the grin inviting, but with a sinister air I just couldn't ignore.

Mama Redoux took the ring in one hand, and my hand in her other. She whispered a spell, her eyes glancing back and forth between my hand and the ring, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the distant drums. I could feel the drums grow in intensity, and the shadows seemed to shift around us as she chanted. Then, all at once, she stopped, and the drums did too. The air grew thick with energy, and I could feel a tingle in my fingers as she passed the ring to me. "Put this on, and you'll get what you want," she said, her eyes glinting.

"How much?" I asked, knowing that these fortune tellers sell trinkets like this to make a quick buck.

"No charge, baby. This one's on the spirits." She responded, grinning. "It's about closin' time. Enjoy her."

I started walking out. "Don't let the power go to your head like it did with little Everleigh." Her cajun accent said.

"How do you know her name?" I asked.

I looked back, long enough to see her grinning, then disappear behind the drape. I walked out, tossing the ring in my hand. What did she mean, "get what I want?" And what was that tiny little shop anyway? This day went from weird to weirder. I looked back over my shoulder down the alley once making it to the main road. The neon sign and hole in the wall were completely gone. The only sign of what had just happened was that ring which laid in my hand.

"I need to lay off the drinks." I said, walking back to the hotel. Laying down in my bed, I my mind spun from the alcohol and today's events as I drifted off to sleep. 

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When I awoke, I had a bit of a headache. It was tough to say if it was from everything that had happened yesterday or the liquor. Maybe a bit of both, I thought to myself. That Everleigh had been such an asshole. And what was all that with the voodoo woman?

The ring!

That was the one thing from yesterday that had proven to be real. And there it was, sitting on my side table. 

What magic did it hold? Maybe, if I put it on? I took it in my left hand, taking a breath, then I slid it onto my right index finger, and the world shifted.

Whoa! Tits??? I was white? The ring was on my finger, but it wasn't my finger. The more I pulled at it, spots played at my vision and I felt tingling everywhere, like my senses were losing connection. I played with it for a second, then pushed it all the way on. I felt firmly rooted here, at least for now. 

I had a feeling as to what was going on. I was in the woods in a southern pine forest, on a well paved trail. I was wearing some athletic gear, and a sports bra which held back my tits, which were threatening to burst out of my top. Nobody was near, so I reached up and had a squeeze. Incredible. I kept kneading, before I let out a moan. Distinctly feminine, reminding me how crazy this was. Where was I? Who was I?

I looked around, seeing a familiar house, with barns in the distance and a confederate jack flying. The same rural mansion and farm I'd been at yesterday. My hand was holding a phone in a hot pink case. Oh no. I lifted it, unlocking it with my face. Opening snapchat, I turned the camera toward my new face.

Holy shit. I was Everleigh. 

On her face was my expression of shock. I couldn't believe that ring was actually legit. I mean, what was the point of it? Mama Redoux had said it was a way to walk in the shoes of another. What was there to understand about her messed up, bigoted perspective anyway? Well, all I knew was that she had a banging body, and it was mine to control.

I took the lip of my bra and pulled it away. Whoa. Those things were huge. They had some sag to them, with stretch marks, which made it all the more real. The nipples were like tiny gumdrops. Maybe it was that she didn't deserve this body, and this was the universe's way of putting it in the hands of someone who did.

Fuck it. Everleigh was a bitch and I wanted to see her body. So I decided to strip down right here and take a look. I pulled her black sports bra over her head. "Ow." I said to myself as my tits were compressed by the lower bit coming past them. My ponytail was flipped as I pulled it off my head, but then the tits were out, and just there. Mine for the taking.

I decided to grab them. They were super weighty and couldn't even fit in Everleigh's hands. I squeezed them tight, feeling some pain flare as I grabbed a bit too hard. Softer now, I let them swing back and forth, and finally jumped up and down to see them knock side to side. When they hit in the middle, they made a clapping noise which made me laugh out loud. Kneading them felt amazing, both from my male mind grabbing tits and a new throbbing between my legs I just couldn't ignore. 

Slipping out of my tight athleisure booty shorts and panties, I saw Everleigh's cunt between my legs. Two lips with a little fold in the center. I wondered if she'd ever even used it.

Was this a one time possession? I wasn't sure, so I used Everleigh's phone to snap some pics.

I audibly gasped when I realized her tits were big enough to stuff in her mouth. I thought that was something only real in pornos, or for someone so chubby they weren't hot at all. Not the case. I stuffed it in and sucked, causing my body to go flush with the most amazing pleasure. Whoa. Everleigh really liked having her tits sucked.

Popping my tit out of my mouth, I thought it would be fun to go into her house and play around a bit. I bent down to get dressed, but then had an idea. Why get dressed when she could do it for me?

Smirking, I reached over to the ring, which I slid off. Instantly, I reappeared back in my hotel room downtown. I combed through the photos which I'd sent myself, the first taste of poetic justice. It had already felt so, so good. I went to the bathroom to jerk off while I waited for Everleigh to dress herself back out in the sticks.

Five minutes later, I slipped the ring back on. Boom. Her again. And just like I'd predicted, she had dressed herself. I imagined the freakout she must have had to find her body naked in the woods by her place. I laughed to myself.

I started to walk back towards the house, my tits jiggling beneath me. This was going to be fun.

Walking inside, I made a beeline upstairs for Everleigh's room. 

"Hey sugar pie, where ya headed?" Her dad said.

"I'm gonna go... do some homework in my room for a bit. Don't come up." I said, not stopping.

"Why you talkin all funny-like baby doll?" He asked. Shit. I was talking in my normal accent, not Everleigh's southern drawl.

"Just gonna go up yonder." I said, faking her accent, not knowing if that made any sense, moving up the stairs. There was a room that was all pink, with some Ole Miss pennants up on the wall. Yep, this had to be her.

I slammed the door behind me. Her room was full of old family photos. On the wall were posters of country music stars, and a cowboy hat sat on top of one of her dressers. She had a sign on the wall which said "WWJD" in scripty letters. Well, he definitely wouldn't make racist comments when praying like this body's owner had last night. 

"If you're going to sin, let's go all the way, Everleigh." I said to her, looking at her face in the mirror. "Shouldn't be too hard when your body's absolutely built for it."

I started by throwing off my top and having a detailed exploration of these incredible tits.

Her body was heaven to tug at and squeeze. All the while, the ring was there on my left middle finger. A reminder of the magical object which had pulled me here. It accompanied me on my little devious journey, as I bounced my tits in my hands and sucked on the nipples. 

I decided to see what was down beneath. I peeked at my pussy, then laid back on the bed to continue the exploration further.

I felt my pussy lips pull apart as I spread my legs. Everleigh had an "innie" and it was incredible to finally lay eyes on the folds within.

"Let's see if get this ring inside me." I said, stuffing my fingers ever deeper, using my ring hand. I was loving the feeling I was getting every time my fingers bumped against my inner walls. I moaned, trying to keep it down so I wouldn't be interrupted by "my" parents downstairs.

My vagina was gushing now. I started fingerfucking myself, the sound of squelching reaching my ears. I was getting close, so close.

"I wish this was your cock, Jermaine." I made her say. "I wish this was your big black dick fucking me right now."

Finally, I came. My body short circuited, my eyes rolling back into my skull as the waves whited out every sense. I couldn't believe how I was feeling, how long it was going as my whole body reached an insane height. Electricity emanated from my belly and I felt my insides spasm, my entire body following. Slowly, I sighed, coming down from that spectacular sensation.

I sucked the salty juices off my fingers and lazily rolled a tit in my hand as I came down from my incredible orgasm. 

She really didn't deserve this body. She was all teed up for a life of luxury, using her body to attract some rich man while she stayed home and fucked the pool boy. When she lived the most privileged life you could imagine, she'd tell others to "pull themselves up by their bootstraps" and claim that she'd gotten there by merit. As if hitting the genetic lottery was merit.

I decided to head downtown. I'd just gotten this new toy and wanted to show it off. I wasn't anywhere near done getting off by humiliating this bigoted bitch.

I rewarded myself for such a good orgasm by having a little fashion show with some of Everleigh's clothes. Of course, I couldn't help but get carried away, and before too long I had my hands back down on my clit and was barreling toward orgasm number two for the day, which I had standing upright, a finger on my clit and another working a boob.

After settling on a clean sports bra and tight white pants, I went downstairs.

"Im-a goin downtown for the Trump rally." I started, in my awful southern accent impression. "It's going late tonight so don't wait up."

"Didn't know they had one today! But good for you babygirl. My little patriot." Ethan said. "Lots of crazies in the city. Don't be late for church tomorrow!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" I said, rolling my eyes and slamming the door behind me. I fished Everleigh's fluffy keys out of her purse and got in her pickup. I snapped a selfie of myself. I was cute, stylish and oh-so fuckable.

I drove downtown, windows down, hair blowing in the breeze. I had to admit, it felt liberating to be in a body that drew eyes without a care in the world. I had an arm hanging out of the truck, and heard a man's voice yelling at me from the next car over.

"Hey baby, how come you don't have a man to drive you around in that truck?" He yelled.

"I'm waiting for one that knows his place," I shouted back with a wink, using my best Southern charm. The man's face reddened as I stepped on the gas, leaving him in a cloud of dust. It was hard to maneuver such a big machine with such a small body, especially when I kept stealing glances at my tits.

No wonder this entitled bitch thought she was better than everybody else. She was treated like royalty just for existing with a body this sexy. I had to admit, being her was exhilarating. She did have an incredible body. And the best part was, I had no intention of using it for anything Everleigh would do. My pussy tingled as I began to entertain the idea of getting it fucked. 

I parked the truck in my hotel's parking lot next to my own car. I walked around the French Quarter, looking for a bar to duck into. Seeing one with a rainbow flag flying outside, I smiled to myself. This should be perfect.

I walked inside, seeing tons of women who all stared at me like a piece of fresh meat. I blushed. I had some decent experience with women, but I was raring to try to get a woman off as a woman. Plus, this bible thumper would hate to be seen in a lesbian bar, let alone hook up with another woman.

"You lost sweetheart?" A woman said, sitting next to me. She was a little older, probably in her mid thirties, but still had a wonderfully athletic and thin frame. Her tits were small, but poked out into her shirt since she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'm right where I wanna be." I said, staring into her eyes. 

She ordered two double jack and cokes, which we sipped as I heard about her life. She was a girl from east Texas who'd shocked her parents by coming out.

"What's your story?" She asked. 

"Even if I told you, you'd never believe me." I said, chugging what was left of my coke. "How about we get out of here before you blow this."

"I thought you'd never ask." She said. 

I was shocked at how easy it was. Less than 15 minutes after sitting down I was headed home with a hot lesbian chick. This body didn't just open doors, it bulldozed them. She lived just around the corner and we walked upstairs to her flat.

It wasn't long before we were on the bed, making out. The hardness of her body contrasted with the softness of mine perfectly. I pressed up against her, my tits absolutely dwarfing hers. Her hand fell down onto my breasts, kneading them wonderfully. I sighed into her mouth as my hand came up to frame her face and move her hair out from between us. 

She pushed me back onto the bed.

"I'll be right back. I have a surprise for you." She disappeared into her closet, reappearing a bit later. She was nude, and was sporting a massive strap-on.

"Ever had one that big?" She asked, crawling onto the bed.

"I'm not even sure if had one at all." I said, smiling.

"You're a virgin?" She said, dumbfounded but still grinning.

"Probably." I said. "Can't explain more than that."

"You were right, I'd never believe whatever story you feed me."

We got back to making out as we stroked each others tits.

Finally, I laid on my back, spreading my legs and giving her the best "fuck me eyes" I could get out of Everleigh.

She approached me, lining up the strap on with my pussy as I juggled my tits, body going crazy with anticipation as I knew what was coming. She spread lube along the strap on.

"I don't think I need that, I'm already soooo wet." I said. It was true. I needed to be filled, bad. There was this emptiness inside me, this craving that a part of me was missing and needed to be replaced ASAP.

Finally, she leaned forward, pressing the strap on into me and pushing me apart. Involuntarily, I threw my head back, dripping with lust. I was a pool of hair, tits and tan skin as I was manipulated wonderfully by this woman's plastic cock.

"Ah!" I said, feeling a sharp pain. Then, the pleasure was back. I realized I'd just lost Everleigh's virginity for her. It was about time. She'd been saving this body for Jesus but hadn't considered she'd been made specifically for sex with that hot body of hers.

Finally, I shuddered, orgasm racking my brain once again. 

Getting nailed by a woman was awesome, but I never expected to be doing it as a woman. It was another perverse fantasy fulfilled, something that would have driven the real Everleigh wild if she knew what was happening. Unfortunately for her, I was in the driver's seat now and was going to keep using her body for my perverted fun.

I finished by riding her. I was so cock hungry after my first orgasm that I pushed the woman onto her back. I smothered her with my tits as I climbed on top. I was jealous of the view that she was getting, knowing that the tits that were now on my chest were some of the most spectacular on the planet. Certainly the nicest I'd ever seen.

I bounced up and down, moaning and howling like a banshee as the dildo pressed deep into my stomach. The deeper it got, the more pleasure I seemed to feel. I pressed down on her, alternating between grinding on the dick and bouncing. It was heaven. Suddenly, the pleasure blasted even higher as I fell forward on the woman, spasming, suffocating her with my tits as I went haywire for the millionth orgasm that day.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. 

"I'll give you a minute to recover. Then it's my turn." The woman said, grinning.

"No, I'm done." I said, huffing and puffing, the afterglow of orgasm still burning through me.

"What do you mean?" She said. "I fuck you that good and you don't return the favor?"

"I'm tired. And look at me. When you look like this, you get what you want." I said, grinning at her, figuring if I was in a bitchy body, who cared if I acted the part. "I'll leave you my number, maybe you'll get the privilege of seeing this pretty face again sometime."

"I knew you were some stuck up college girl." She spat. She tossed my clothes at me, then pushed me out the door. I laughed to myself as I got dressed on the stoop. 

"Stupid dyke bitch wasn't even cute anyway." I laughed.

"Woohoo!" A group of guys yelled, seeing me with my tits in my hands. I dropped them, then shook side to side. Why spend time with that woman when there was a whole city of people who would kill to be around me?

I threw my clothes on and walked downstairs. I decided to head back to a bar. Walking through the streets, feeling that the city was mine, that I could do anything, anyone.

Then, I looked down an alleyway. The neon sign was there. "Mama Redoux, Fortune Teller." Again, I wasn't sure why, but I felt compelled to walk in.

Inside was Mama Redoux. She looked the same as ever, frail body adorned by heavy, ornate jewelry.

"Take a seat, Jermaine." She said, looking at me. 

"You know my name?" I said, somewhat surprised.

"I'd recognize that little trinket of mine anywhere." She said in her creole tones, smiling knowingly. "And from the looks of your fortune, I'd say you've been using its power for, shall we say, some large livin'."

She had some tarot cards in front of her, sprawled on the table with the detailed silk tablecloth. I saw the fool, the lovers, then, the empress. She'd used them to predict my past, my present and future.

I looked at the ring on my hand, suddenly feeling guilty. "It was just a bit of fun, I swear."

Mama Redoux's smile faded. "You let the power go to your head, baby," she scolded, her voice firm yet concerned. "Now, you're no better than her. You think that body means you can treat people howeva' you want?"

"I didn't mean to—" I began, but she cut me off.

"Meanin' don't mean nothin'. You gotta understand, Jermaine. That's not just a toy you got there. That's from the spirits. And when you deal with them, you gonna learn. One way, or the other." A chill ran through the room as the drums started in the background.

Before I could protest, she reached out and took my hand, the one with the ring on it. She mumbled something in a language I didn't understand, and suddenly the silver band began to pulse with an eerie light. I tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron. Shadows curled around my hand, her strength being bolstered by something beyond comprehension.

"Ow!" I said, the ring digging into me. Redoux released my hand, and I saw the ring burrowing into my finger. It pushed and shrunk, burrowing under the skin, until it was there no more.

"What the fuck did you do?" I yelled.

Mama Redoux just grinned. "I took it back, Jermaine. You weren't ready for that kind of power." She leaned back in her chair. "But don't worry, you're not stuck."

Panic set in as I stared at my ringless finger. "What do you mean?"

"You've been using it for your own pleasure, playing god with someone else's life. That's not what the ring's for. Now you're going to learn the real price of that power." Her eyes grew dark. "You're going to live as Everleigh until you understand what it truly means to walk in someone else's shoes."

"Wait! You can't do this!" I yelled, rushing to her. She disappeared behind a curtain. When I burst through it, I was falling through the door. Standing up to go back in, I only saw a brick wall. The storefront had vanished.

"Well, guess I'm Everleigh, at least for now." I said to myself.

"Is that such a bad thing?" 

It dawned on me. In the last few hours, I'd had more fun then I'd ever had in my life. Working long hours at my petroleum plant, going out on date after date just hoping for some sex. Everleigh's body was different. She was going to coast to the top. Plus, I could be a better version of her. I could be a tolerant, kind, bisexual, nymphomaniac. It was sounding better and better.

"I don't think I'm ever leaving this body." I said, grinning ear to ear. "Let's make sure I don't build up too much good karma too fast."

I walked downtown, finding a bar.

Walking inside the room, music blared as I people swarmed from side to side. I cozied up to the bar. The bartender was a beefy guy with tattoos and a piercing in his eyebrow. He had a look in his eyes that told me he was used to the crazies that came out in New Orleans.

"What'll it be, sweetie?" He asked.

"Jack and Coke, please," I said with a smile, leaning closer to the bar so my tits practically fell out of my shirt. He grinned and poured me a drink, giving me a look that made it clear that he appreciated the view.

I scanned the room, feeling the power of my new body, the way it drew the gazes of every man and woman in the room. It was like I'd been handed the keys to the kingdom of sexual desire, and all I had to do was wiggle my hips a bit to get whatever I wanted. The thought of being able to fuck anyone I wanted as a woman was intoxicating, and I knew I was going to take full advantage of it.

The bartender, who had been eyeing me since I walked in, slid the Jack and Coke over the bar. His eyes lingered on my chest, and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. I took a sip, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat, and leaned in closer. "How about we get out of here and go to your place?" I whispered.

Without missing a beat, he nodded and told me he'd be right back. My heart raced as he grabbed his things and locked up the bar. We stepped out into the sticky New Orleans night, the air thick with the smell of the city. His motorcycle was parked out front, and he offered me a ride. 

As we rode through the winding streets, the bike's engine rumbled beneath us. The vibrations from the bike's seat were buzzing my clit, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I was headed toward orgasm, and fast. Everleigh's body was already primed from my earlier adventure, and it didn't take much to push it over the edge. I clutched the bartender's waist tightly, my breasts pressing against his back. Each pothole and bump in the road was heavenly torture.

We arrived at his place, a small home on the outskirts of town. He wasted no time, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I responded eagerly, my hands fumbling with the button of his pants. I could feel his cock growing, straining against the fabric. It was all I could do to keep from tearing his clothes off right there.

I pushed him onto his back and we helped each other take off our clothes. My pussy was dripping. I felt a need, an itch deep inside of me that only his dick could fill. I sat atop him, reaching a hand between my legs to line up his dick with my hole. Sinking down, I sighed as I felt a wave of pleasure and relief as the dick rose up, entering me. The man was in awe of my tits and squeezed them nonstop. All the while, I was bouncing on his dick, heading even higher as the pleasure filled me completely.

Feeling the man's dick, bouncing up and down, I knew I'd made the right decision. Everleigh's body was mine, its pleasure and privilege mine to enjoy. With it, I could move up in the world, becoming a better version of both myself and her. I would fix her attitude later. Right then, all I wanted to do was enjoy the roaring pleasure. As I bounced, I readied myself for yet another orgasm, I was ready to be Everleigh forever.

Showing the Ropes

My friend Oliver asked me why I always use Possession.com to possess chicks instead of dudes. To him, the best use of the site is possessing some guy with a hot wife and having sex with her. He wouldn't listen to me, so I decided to show him what he was missing.

I found the bodies of a hot, rich mother and daughter for us to possess for an hour. They were unpossessed up til now, but I knew they would be a fun ride. 

I took over the mother and put Oliver in the daughter's body. I let my girlfriend take over the dad. We all met up in their penthouse apartment and got straight to fucking.

Oliver was a little reluctant to suck a dick, but after some lessons from "mommy" and leaning into his new body's urges, he was giving my girlfriend a blowjob that made her dick nice and hard.

Once Oliver was nice and wet I told him to get up and ride my girlfriend. He immediately squealed when he was penetrated, feeling the pleasure that a pussy could bring. 

He bounced on the dick as I tweaked and sucked his nipples. He was loving it. 

"Okay, I finally see the appeal here." He said, breathless, bobbing up and down as he was fucked.

"You haven't even gotten to the best part!" I said, grinning knowingly.

I stuffed my hand in Oliver's pussy as he was backing off the dick. Once one climax ended, another began. Now that he had upgraded to a cunt, he was multi orgasmic and I wanted every ounce of pleasure milked out of that little thing.

"What. The. Fuck." He said, laying in a pool of his own sweat, shaking here and there, panting.

"Now that you've felt how good a woman's orgasm is, you'll never possess a man again." I said, smiling.

"Now get over here and fuck me, babe. It's my turn to cum."