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."

First Shift Pill

 "It's here!" I said out loud to myself.

I opened the small cardboard package, staring at its contents. A tiny clear pill, and a pink vibrator.

I'm Cody, and I'm a bit of a homebody. Ever since the pandemic moved my job to virtual, I've worked from home. As a self proclaimed anime nerd, I'm totally cool with staying home and watching my favorite shows. I'm comfortable here, and I only go out when I need to.

The only downside to that has been my experiences with women. I was never a big casanova or anything, and staying at home has made it tough to find anyone. I've tried dating apps, but a few awkward dates later I've decided it's not worth my time.

Especially now that there are so many hot women online. I've found a few models on OnlyFans who are just insanely hot, way hotter than what I could ever pull. I'll admit I'd become a bit obsessed with one of them. Marlena Matti.

She was smoking hot, and ever since she'd come out of the blue and dropped her OnlyFans, I've been her number one customer. I've seen all her videos, even the few she's done under the name Beatriz Bella. I always pay for all her PPVs. I even chat with her, even if I do get charged two dollars per message.

I asked her one day if we could hang out. She wasn't interested in that (at least within my budget), but she did make a pretty interesting suggestion.

It felt like a massive scam. I wanted her, I wanted to be with her, but it just seemed outlandish. Things like paying to possess someone's body, a shapeshifting pill, they weren't real! 

But feeling her tits. That was a tough proposition to deny. A possibility I couldn't pass up. So I ponied up the money and bought the pill. While I waited, I watched some of the videos I'd bought from her OnlyFans page. Maybe, just maybe, I'd have a chance to play with her body soon too.

As soon as the package arrived, I felt butterflies in my stomach and a twitch in my dick. Was this really going to happen?

Shift Pill Instruction Manual

Shift Pill Description

The Shift Pill is a small, capsule-like tablet designed for temporary, targeted shapeshifting. Encased in a glossy, translucent shell, the pill's appearance is striking, with a swirling, iridescent pattern that shimmers in hues of silver, blue, and violet. Each pill is roughly the size of a standard vitamin, making it easy to swallow.

Mechanism of Action

1. DNA Linking Process

   • Before activation, the pill must be linked to a DNA sample from the target person. This is accomplished by placing a small, sealed ampoule containing the target's DNA (e.g., a hair follicle, saliva, or blood sample) into a specially designed linking device provided with the pill kit.
   • The device uses microtechnology to imprint the DNA information onto the pill in less than 10 seconds. Once linked, the pill is permanently attuned to that individual’s DNA and cannot be reassigned.

2. Activation

   • Upon ingestion, the pill releases bioengineered nanoparticles into the bloodstream, which are programmed to rewrite the user's physical appearance and vocal characteristics to match the linked DNA profile.
   • A unique feature of the Shift Pill is its ability to integrate clothing and accessories into the transformation. This is achieved through advanced molecular manipulation, allowing the user to shapeshift into the target person complete with a customizable outfit or accessories, such as glasses, jewelry, or a specific uniform.

3. Initiating the Transformation

   • After ingestion, close your eyes and focus on the target individual. Visualize their face, body, and voice clearly. This helps the nanoparticles to synchronize with the linked DNA and initiate the transformation process.
   • If visualization is difficult, a photo or recording of the target can assist in focusing your mental image.

4. Customizing the Transformation

   • Once the transformation begins (usually within 10-15 seconds), you will feel a tingling warmth across your body as your features and physique shift.
   • To customize clothing and accessories, mentally imagine the specific outfit or items you wish to appear on your transformed self. The molecular manipulation technology will accommodate most standard fabrics and designs.
   • Example: If you wish to appear in a red suit with glasses, focus on this outfit during the transformation process.

Duration and Effects

• The basic formulation of the pill lasts precisely one hour, during which the transformation remains stable and indistinguishable from the real individual.
• As the effect begins to wear off, the user will experience a gradual "fade-out" of the transformation, returning to their original appearance within five minutes. This ensures a seamless and safe reversion to their natural form.

Safety and Side Effects

The Shift Pill is engineered for minimal side effects, but users may occasionally experience:

• Mild dizziness or nausea immediately after transformation.
• Temporary fatigue after transformation, as the cellular rearrangement process takes a significant amount of energy.
• A slight warming sensation during the transformation process, and immediately after taking the pill, which some users describe as "tingling."

Applications

• Entertainment and Cosplay: Perfect for actors, performers, or fans who wish to fully embody a character.
• Espionage and Reconnaissance: Useful for missions requiring a stealthy and convincing disguise.
• Personal Use: To inhabit the persona of a loved one, a historical figure, or a fantasy character for an hour.

The Shift Pill represents a marvel of biotechnology, combining practicality with cutting-edge molecular engineering. Its ethical usage, however, remains a topic of debate in some circles, underscoring the need for responsibility in wielding such transformative power.

I followed the directions on the box. I took the strands of hair that Marlena had encased in a ziploc bag and placed them in a tiny mechanical device. The linker. It beeped once, a red light flashing. Then, it was green.

The pill was ready. My skin was on pins and needles and my palms were sweaty as I placed the tiny clear-green cylinder in my mouth. Gulping it down, I felt... nothing. Maybe it took some time to kick in. 

I went on my phone and browsed for a bit. I was scrolling through reddit when I felt some tingles spreading up and down my arms and legs. 

I set my phone down, as I felt the feeling move from my fingertips and my toes, inward toward my joints, then my core before meeting up, and moving towards my head. Once it had covered my whole body, I had a feeling that the changes were complete. 

But how to transform? The instructions said to find a picture to use as a mental image. So, I opened my phone to a picture of Marlena I'd saved.

I thought about it and well... this happened.

My body got all jumbled and rearranged itself. It felt so weird. Flesh moving here, fat moving there, bones disintegrating and reforming in a matter of seconds. But when I looked at myself afterwards, I'd done it. I was her.

 What was I waiting for! I had a body to explore.

I first shifted myself into some sexy clothes I could strip out of later. I figured a red swimsuit could be fun. After shifting into that, I added some jean shorts as well.

This pill was incredible. I have no idea how Marlena knew about it, but it was 100% legit. Maybe she was more knowledgeable with these things than she let on. She played up this bimbo persona online, but she seemed like a shrewd businessperson, with a knowledge of some cutting edge technology only discussed on the dark web. What other secrets was she hiding?

I ran into my room, heart thumping. I felt myself getting horny, but it was different. My insides felt tingly, and there was no boner where there should have been one. I peeled aside my bikini bottom to see two lips that sat flush against each other. Pulling them apart, I felt wetness draw them back together. I'd really changed into a fully functional copy of my internet fantasy girl.

After my pussy was good and wet, I slipped out of my top. Her immaculate tits hung down, and I grabbed and pinched them greedily. They were so wonderful to grab and suck, pulling the nipples so they stood more and more erect. Each touch sent a shock down to my new clit that made me never want this to end.

I laid down in my bed. This body now completely nude. I leaned backwards, my tits sliding off my chest and into my waiting hands. As I kneaded my left tit, my right hands went between my legs to rub what was between my legs. All the while, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, delighting that Marlena was mine to control and command.

"Cum for me... cum for me baby." I made her say as I rubbed my pussy raw. Before long, I was making it come true, cresting and clenching my teeth as pleasure ripped through my core.

Walking to the package, I grabbed the vibrator. It was time to put this baby to good use. I only had a pussy for an hour, after all. I clicked the button and it buzzed to life in my grasp. Lowering it down gently, it touched my clit.

"WOW!" I shouted, pulling the vibrator back and sending my tits jiggling. 

"That was strong!" I said again, delighting in her voice.

I decided to take this to the shower so I could soap up my new tits. I loved those things on my screen, and here they were, in my hands. I wasn't gonna miss what might be my only chance to ever play with them.

I set my phone to record and just enjoyed myself.

When I was just coming to a peak for orgasm number three, I felt the warmth and tingling inside again.

"No! Not now!" I said in Marlena's voice, which I could hear was a bit deeper than her normal tone. Looking in the mirror, my hair was shortening, retreating back into my skull. 

I frantically rubbed my clit, trying to get this orgasm while I was still a woman. 

Looking down, my tits began to sag and deflate. Like two airless balloons, they fell downward, inverted, resting against my chest. My nipples shrank, then sucked towards me as the excess flesh disappeared. "Not my tits!" I said. I kept rubbing, getting closer.

I felt my features began to rearrange. Looking in the mirror, I was a mess. Half man, half woman. But I was close enough to Marlena to cum. 

I felt my body spasm right as my clit grew outwards and extended into an erect shaft. Inner contractions turned to a pulsing dick as my balls dropped out of my vagina, taking skin with them to fill the hole. The orgasm continued as I spurted cum everywhere. 

As the pleasure finally faded, I saw my painted nails changing to my own plain ones. The transformation was over. I was back to my own body.

As I looked over the footage on my phone, I almost couldn't believe it was real. How did Marlena know about this incredible technology? Surely, there couldn't be more to her than meets the eye? I decided to forget about it. Ignorance is bliss. That stuff probably wasn't even possible anyway. Right?

Private Training Session

 "Come on, push it, you can do it!" the personal trainer's voice echoed through the gym, encouraging a woman in her mid-thirties as she struggled through a set of deadlifts. She grunted, her muscles flexing with the effort, and the barbell clanked as it met the floor. Sweat glistened on her neck, and her ponytail swished as she took a moment to catch her breath.

From the treadmill, I couldn't help but admire her. She wasn't just any gym-goer; she had a certain je ne sais quoi that drew the eye. Her curves were sculpted in a way that suggested she didn't just work out for the sake of it – she enjoyed pushing her body to the limit.

I decided to take a risk. I approached her. "Impressive form," I said, keeping my voice casual and friendly. "You look like you've been doing this for a while."

Her eyes darted towards me, and she gave a curt nod. "Thanks," she said through gritted teeth, reaching for her water bottle.

I stepped closer, my heart racing. The gym's background noise grew distant as the intensity of the moment took hold. "I'm just getting started," I said with a wink, hoping to break the ice. She took a sip of water and then set the bottle down without acknowledging my flirtation. Her eyes remained focused on the weights, her mind clearly on her workout.

Undeterred, I casually brushed by her, my fingers grazing against her arm as I made my way back to the cardio section. It was a split-second contact, but it was all I needed. I could feel the energy of my shapeshifting powers surging through me. Now that I'd touched her, her form was free for me to use. It was a strange feeling, one that I had grown used to over the years.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she felt the electricity of the touch, and she took a step back. "Do you mind?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. I held my hands up in mock surrender, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to play it off. But inside, I was elated.

I retreated to the locker room, my heart thumping in my chest. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I found a secluded changing room and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of her skin, the power of her muscles, and the way her scent had lingered on my fingertips.

Starting with my toes, they began to tingle, the sensation spreading rapidly up my legs. My calves grew taut, my thighs thickened, and my feet morphed into hers – complete with the neon pink sneakers she wore. The transformation was as smooth as shifting gears in a well-oiled machine. Next, my waist narrowed and hips widened to match hers. My stomach flattened with a hint of those perfect abs she'd worked so hard to maintain.

My breasts grew larger, inflating under the loose shirt I'd been wearing, and my arms tightened and toned. Each muscle fiber seemed to come alive under my skin, replicating her defined biceps and triceps. My hands took on her longer, slender fingers with their perfectly manicured nails.

As the transformation continued upward, my ribcage expanded to accommodate her fuller chest, my neck lengthened, and my jawline softened into hers. Her eyes looked back at me in the mirror, a piercing blue that seemed to see through my soul. Her nose, slightly upturned at the tip, and her plump, kissable lips settled onto my face, bringing with them a sense of confidence that I hadn't felt in my own body in a long time.

My hair grew out and lightened to a golden blonde, falling in loose waves around my shoulders. The stubble on my cheeks disappeared, replaced by the smooth, warm skin of her cheeks. The feeling was exhilarating, a rush of newness and excitement as I felt her features becoming mine. I could sense the power of her body, the way it responded to every command, the years of discipline etched into every inch of her.

I opened my eyes, and the, framed by her high cheekbones and long lashes. The smell of sweat and metal was now infused with a hint of her floral shampoo. I couldn't resist running my hands over my new curves, feeling the firmness of her abs and the softness of her breasts. I had never felt so alive, so in control, and so utterly feminine.

Peeling off the sweaty t-shirt and shorts I'd been wearing, I reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of my new, feminine form. The fabric slithered to the floor, exposing my new body to the cool air of the locker room. Her smooth skin was a stark contrast to the stubbly chest and legs I was accustomed to. My body was now a canvas of curves and contours.

I flexed her muscles, marveling at their strength and definition. The sensation was reminiscent of the time I'd inhabited the body of a high school track star, her youthful vigor surging through me. But the fullness of her breasts and the flare of her hips spoke to a different kind of beauty, one that had matured with age and experience. It was a body that had borne the weight of life's responsibilities, yet remained fiercely dedicated to self-care and personal power.

Her form was a stark contrast to the voluptuousness of a young curvy woman I'd once been, whose softness had been intoxicating in its own way. With her, the world had been a playground, and every step had been a delicate dance of roundness and grace. But here, in this milf's body, the curves were a declaration of hard-earned victory over gravity and time. Her flesh was soft, yet firm, a denial of the changes brought by age.

In the locker room mirror, I caught my reflection. The vibrator and dildo, tucked in the side pocket of my gym bag, glinted in the fluorescent light. They were my tools of the trade, my secret weapons for exploration when I chose to inhabit a female form. The idea of using them now sent a thrill through me, a delicious anticipation of the pleasure I knew was to come. My pussy clenched with excitement at the thought and I felt a heat spread from my core to my cheeks.

Gently, I spread my legs and lowered my eyes to my newfound sex. The sight of her trimmed pubic hair and swollen folds took me aback for a moment. The aroma of her arousal filled the space between my legs, and I could feel the wetness of her desire. As a shapeshifter, I'd experienced the euphoria of a woman's orgasm countless times, but each new body brought its own unique flavor of ecstasy. I reached down to stroke my clit, the plushness of my fingers against her skin sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

My fingertips explored her pussy, tracing the contours of her labia, the softness and responsiveness unlike anything I'd felt in any woman's body, let alone a man's body. The sensation was overwhelming, like diving into a warm, velvet ocean. I'd forgotten how exquisite the sensitivity of a woman's sex could be, how the lightest touch could stir the deepest desires. Hers seemed stronger than any other pussy I'd felt, and I closed my eyes, smiling and biting my lip in anticipation of what laid ahead.

Her clit was a tiny pearl nestled in the hood, begging to be caressed. I rubbed it in a gentle, circular motion, feeling it swell beneath my touch. It was like playing an instrument, coaxing out the most beautiful melody. I applied just the right amount of pressure, and she gasped, her legs quivering. Her body was already so responsive, and I hadn't even inserted anything yet.

With one hand on the mirror, I leaned in closer to her reflection, studying her reactions. Her breath grew shallower, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth parted slightly. I inserted one, then two fingers into her wetness, and she moaned softly. Her walls clamped down around my digits, and I felt the beginnings of her inner muscles spasming.

Her juices coated my hand, and the scent of her arousal grew stronger, urging me on. With my other hand, I pulled out the vibrator from my gym bag. It was sleek and black, a silent promise of ecstasy. I switched it on, the low hum barely audible amidst the locker room sounds. The vibration resonated up my arm, a preview of the pleasure to come.

Guiding the buzzing tip to her clit, I watched as she gasped in the mirror, her body reacting to the intense vibration. My legs spread wider, and I leaned back against the lockers for support. I began to move the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, feeling my body tense and release with each pass. My breaths grew ragged, and my cheeks flushed. I knew she was close.

With the vibrator in one hand, I reached down with the other, inserting the dildo into my eager pussy. It was a tight fit at first, her muscles clenching around the silicone intrusion. But as I eased it in, her body began to accept it, welcoming the fullness it provided. The cool plastic was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my core. I set a rhythm, my hips rocking back and forth as I penetrated deeper, filling her up. I looked in the mirror, the sight of a woman with her tits laying on her chest and two toys inside her pussy, deep in heat was almost too much to handle.

I angled the dildo, prodding around for my G-spot. Then, with a sudden jolt, I found it. The spot was swollen, begging for attention. I gasped as I hit it, the vibrations of the toy resonating through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and a moan that was half-whisper, half-scream escaped her lips. I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, the spot that could make her body quiver when I applied just the right amount of pressure.

The sensation between my legs grew more intense with each stroke of the vibrator and thrust of the dildo. Her body was like a fine-tuned instrument, and I was playing it masterfully. The locker room faded away, replaced by a swirling vortex of pleasure. Her hips began to move on their own accord, rocking in time with the rhythm I'd set.

I felt the pleasure rush to my head. I was getting so, so close. Her body was like a volcano, simmering and building, ready to erupt at any moment. The vibrator's steady pulse against her clit combined with the deep penetration of the dildo created an symphony of sensations that was driving her wild.

A crescendo of sensation that I had never experienced before was building inside me. I The intensity grew, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then, with a cry that echoed off the locker room walls, I erupted. White hot sparks of pleasure blinding my vision, I threw my head back, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm flood through me. Her muscles tightened and released in waves, each pulse sending new ripples of ecstasy through my body.

As the climax subsided, I panted, leaning against the lockers for support. My legs were like jelly, and my heart thundered in my chest. The locker room had never felt so alive with energy. The woman whose body I occupied had had intense orgasms before, of that I was certain, but never like this. It was as if she'd been holding back, and now, under my control, she was letting go of all her inhibitions. I'd never had an orgasm so intense.

With shaking hands, I pulled out the toys, her juices dripping from them, and turned them off. My hand stung from the vibration, a small price to pay for the pleasure I'd just experienced. I took a deep breath and focused on my task. The gym was emptying out, and I knew I had to get out of here before anyone found me in this state.

As quickly as I could, I shifted back to my male form, the feeling of her body slipping away like a warm blanket being torn off me. My cock sprang back to life, hard and aching from the residual pleasure. I grabbed my gym bag, stuffing the toys inside with trembling hands. The scent of her arousal lingered on my skin, a sweet, musky scent that made my head spin.

FPF: Ripping Away

“Hey, dweeb! Get over here.”

Davis shot me a look of pure irritation, rolling his eyes. He tried to act like he was done with me, like he didn’t care, but I could tell I still got under his skin. We’d known each other forever, and now he thought he was some kind of big shot just because he’d switched out his old body for a new one. He strutted into school this year as Skylar, with that perfect blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that turned heads—way more attention than Davis had ever gotten as his former pudgy, awkward self. I’ll admit, even I’d been caught off guard.

“No, I’m not going out with you. For the hundredth time,” he snapped back.

I grinned, stepping closer, watching him stiffen. “Nah, Davis. This time, I’ve got something else in mind.” I paused, letting him see that I meant business. “We’re heading to your place. I wanna see how that new body of yours works.”

"I know your little secret." I said. "And if you don't, your parents are gonna find out they dropped a fat stack on a doll for their little liar son."

“If you don’t take me over there now, everyone’s getting a front-row seat to that little story,” I said, savoring the way he went silent, that flash of fear in his eyes. He muttered something under his breath, but I’d won. He started walking, leading me toward his house, his shoulders tense.

I followed, thinking back to when this all started. More and more trans people had been using these first-person dolls, new bodies they could load their minds into. It was an alternative to going through long surgeries and drawn-out treatments, and it made sense. You could wake up as someone totally different, someone who looked exactly the way you wanted to. But Davis? He went straight for the “Skylar” model—a real stunner. While most people kept things low-key, he’d jumped at the chance to stand out. The salesperson had apparently warned him he’d attract unwanted attention, but maybe he thought he was above it.

I asked him as we walked, "So, tell me, Davis, how did you convince your bleeding-heart parents to cough up the cash for this fancy new body?"

He mumbled something, avoiding eye contact. "I just told them I felt like a girl," he said, his voice barely audible.

"A girl, huh?" I smirked. "And here I thought you just wanted to feel up some tits."

He sighed, looking defeated. "They're so into that whole identity thing," he finally admitted. "They just want me to be happy, you know?"

"And you thought being a hot chick was the answer?" I teased.

Davis glared at me. "I just wanted a chance to maybe get some respect around here."

I stepped closer, invading his personal space. "I get that you're desperate, Davis. Desperate to be liked. Desperate to be wanted. And now, you've got all of this," I said, waving my hand up and down his body. "But you're still just a scared little boy in a pretty package."

Davis swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from mine to the phone I held in my other hand. What Davis didn't know is that I was recording everything, and now I had the power to ruin it for him. "Look," he began, his voice cracking, "it's not like I didn't try to be happy as myself, okay? But nobody ever saw me, nobody cared. And when I heard about these dolls...I thought maybe it was a fast track to being popular."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you finally admit it?" I said, pressing record on my phone where Davis couldn't see.

Davis took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing. "Ok. I admit it. I'm not trans, I just...wanted to see what it was like, to be someone else." He looked at me, his eyes pleading. "You can't tell anyone. Especially my parents. They'll ground me forever for lying. And do you know how much one of these things costs?"

We got to his house, and I nudged him through the door, smirking as I followed him up to his room. So this was it. Davis might think he’d reinvented himself, but I wasn’t going to let him forget that no matter how much he'd changed, I was still in charge.

I smirked, feeling the power surge through me. "Don't worry, Davis. I'm not going to tell anyone. Yet." I tapped my phone, the recording of our conversation playing back. His words, filled with desperation and vulnerability, echoed between us. "But now, you're going to do exactly what I say."

Davis's eyes widened, realizing he'd just dug his own grave. "What do you want?" he whispered, the fight draining from his voice.

“Show me how that new ride works. I wanna know how you control it.”

He sighed, looking defeated. “I… wear a helmet. It loads my mind into this body.”

I grinned wider, crossing my arms, taking in every ounce of discomfort on his face. “Cool. And where’s the helmet?”

Today wasn’t just about showing Davis who was boss. It was about making sure he’d never forget that, no matter what he looked like now, he was still under my thumb.

I walked upstairs. There, I saw Davis's disgusting body laying with some kind of tin can on its head. "So, that's where you keep your original meat suit," I said, eyeing the contraption with the same kind of curiosity.

"Don't touch that." Davis said as I walked up to his body, laying dormant with the helmet on. 

"This is what sends your mind into her, right?" I said, examining the helmet closely.

"Yes, it forwards my consciousness." Davis replied, a scowl on Skylar's face.

"Ok, so what happens if I do this?" I laughed, grabbing the helmet.

"No, don't! You could cause perman..." Davis in Skylar was cut off as I yanked the helmet forcibly off Davis's reclining body.

"...ent damage!" Davis's body finished. Skylar's body fell to the ground in a heap.

I couldn't resist the temptation. "Looks like you're out of luck," I said, holding the helmet over my head. "But hey, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a hot girl."

Davis's eyes went wide with horror. "You can't!"

But it was too late. I slammed the helmet onto my head, feeling the cold metal press down, and the world around me started to blur. There was a moment of nauseating disorientation, like my mind was being yanked out of one body and thrown into another. When everything settled, I looked down and gasped, my voice a light and airy feminine sound. I saw Skylar's tits, bouncing inside her top. Yanking it up, her tits bobbed out. 

"Holy shit," I whispered, feeling my new body, grabbing and kneading the tits with my manicured, ring clad hands. The sensation was...strange. It was like I was in a dream, except everything was so real. The tight abs beneath me trailed down to wide hips. I sat up and looked at Davis's face—his old face, the one he'd abandoned—twitching and slack-jawed.

I took a deep breath and let out a laugh. "Wow, this is...amazing," I said, my voice high and sweet—Skylar's voice. I played with the sound of it, letting it roll off my tongue. "Hey, Davis, check it out." I squealed, the pitch sending a shiver down my spine. I slipped the sweatpants he'd been wearing in skylar off, leaving her only in the black knee length yoga pants that were beneath.

"Why would I do that?" I said, my voice now a mocking imitation of Skylar's. "This is too much fun. I've got a body that every guy in school wants, and now I get to play with it." I turned to the mirror and took a good look, admiring the way my new breasts filled out the shirt, then lifting it to enjoy them hanging free. "You know what?, I'll be keeping this for myself."

"Carry my body downstairs." I order Davis.

He glares at me, his former body's weakness evident as he struggles to stand up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he spits.

"What does it look like?" I smirk, gesturing to my new body. "I'm taking Skylar for a spin. And you're going to help me."

With a grumble, Davis grabs my arms and drags limp body and downstairs. I can't help but chuckle at his pathetic attempts to resist, his weak arms shaking under my weight. We reach the living room, and I watch with amusement. "Put it in the passenger seat of your mustang, or else I'll tell everyone you're a fraud." I say, stroking my new curves.

Davis's eyes flare with rage, but he does as told, grunting as he maneuvers my lifeless form into his cherished car. The door slams shut, and I can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as I sit in the driver's seat. The leather feels cool against my new, smooth skin, and I run my hands over the dashboard, feeling the power at my fingertips. I yank up my new top and snap a selfie, loving my new body, lusting after it.

I cruise back to my place, enjoying the new car and body, drawing looks from tons of passerby. Once home, I head straight to the bathroom, eager to explore what this new form can do. I lock the door, eager to be alone with my thoughts, my eyes scanning the space. This body, curvy and toned with muscle, is all mine. The same one I'd lusted after so long was under my complete and total control. This was my chance to get everything I'd wanted.

I lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of the comforter against my skin. This body stretched out below me was magnificent.

Davis had been parading this body around the school for the last month or two, enjoying the attention it brought and leveraging its overflowing sex appeal to get the popularity he'd so desired. Even then, he was nothing but a little dork on the inside. He couldn't get away with something like this. I had to put him in his place. And now, I've taken what he'd been holding over everyone's head and had it sprawled out below me. Time for some fun.

I slid a hand down my stomach, the sensation of touch so new and exhilarating. I let my hands play over the soft span of my crotch, the soft, moist lips parting as I teased the sensitive folds beneath. I shuddered as the new pussy between my legs grew wet. I wondered how many times Davis had done this at home, teasing this body until it thrummed with tension.

I spread my legs and tentatively touched my fingertips to my clit, feeling it swell under the gentle pressure. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, a sensation that sent electric currents through my body. I circled it slowly, feeling the heat build up, my breath quickening. As I grew bolder, I slid one finger inside, feeling the slickness, the tightness. It was like my own personal playground, and I was eager to explore every inch. I pushed in deeper, feeling the walls contract around my digit, and a moan slipped out of my lips. It was a sound I'd heard from countless girls before, but now it was me making it, and it was intoxicating.

I decided to try something devious. I stood up, still nude, breasts bouncing beneath me. I got down to Davis's car, where I'd left my body. I saw it there, lifeless with the steel helmet coming down and covering my eyes. Not knowing how to exit this form another way, I grabbed the helmet and yanked up. Immediately, I felt static. A thunderclap of a headache rushed through my head, my consciousness ripping away from this body. Then, quiet. I was back in my own form. I saw Skylar's body fall backwards, helmet in its slender hands, skull clapping against the concrete. Wasn't a real body anyway, nor was it mine. Who cared.

I carried the doll upstairs. Laying it on the bed, I saw the stunning face, the bouncing breasts and wide hips I'd been sporting since stealing them from Davis. The same ones he'd been showing off every day in school in low cut tops. I came behind it, reached out, grabbing them, kneading them in my male hands. Even though this was some kind of "doll" it felt exactly like real flesh. I tugged at the nipples, smashed them together, turned all my dreams into a reality. 

Now, my male body was horny as ever. I crawled below Skylar's body, examining the wonderful pussy that had sent shocks through me just a few minutes ago. I rubbed it up and down, slightly disappointed that the delightful sensations weren't being sent to my male brain. From this perspective, I had a direct view. I could see the pinkness of the flesh, the glisten of juices that had leaked out, smell the sweet musk that filled the air. It was a tempting sight, one that made my cock throb.

I leaned in, rubbing up and down on the folds of her pussy. Licking my fingers, the taste was sweet and faintly salty. The doll's body jolted, and I knew I had to keep going. I worked my fingers, curling them to press up against her walls, flicking her clit with my thumb. It began to ooze fluids, and the smell became more intoxicating as Skylar's body responded to my touch. I knew the body's hormones were raging, which gave me an even better idea.

I paused for a moment, then whispered into the doll's ear, "You want it, don't you?" I took it as a yes. With a smirk, I grabbed the helmet and placed it back on my head, feeling the cold metal again, and the world shifted back to Skylar's body. The sensations flooded back in an instant—holy shit, I was horny. I reached down and touched my pussy, feeling the wetness, feeling myself. The power was incredible. I slid my hand back up my body, grabbing my tits, feeling the weight of them in my palms, feeling the nipples harden inside my grip.

I continued to work my breasts with one hand, rolling and tugging at my nipples. My other hand slunk down to my pussy. The instant I touched my clit, my eyes rolled back and my hips bucked as I involuntarily gasped with pleasure. The sensations grew stronger, my body responding to my touch like it had been waiting for this moment all along. The tension grew, a coil tightening in my belly, and I knew what was coming. It had been a while since I'd had a chance to indulge in something like this, and I was eager to see what this new body could do. I pumped my finger faster, the pleasure rising, and as I pinched my nipples harder, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing through every part of Skylar's body, leaving me panting and trembling. The feeling was so intense, so different from what I was used to, that it took my breath away.

"Oh, Davis," I murmured, feeling the aftershocks ripple through me. "This body is going to be so much fun." I whispered, smiling to myself. The idea of taking something so precious from him was exhilarating, and I reveled in the power it gave me.

Curiosity piqued, I decided to push the boundaries. I'd heard that girl's bodies could do some crazy things—like have more than one orgasm. It was time to test that theory. I slid my fingers down again, tracing the wetness that had gathered. My body warmed, not like my male form which was spent after one. No, I was like a furnace that had just been stoked. I rubbed my clit in a firm circle, the feeling growing stronger and more intense yet again.

The first orgasm had been like a spark, but this...this was going to be a full-blown wildfire. My hips bucked against my hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure was all-consuming, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could feel the tension coil tighter and tighter, my body begging for release. And when it came, it was like lightning had struck me—a second orgasm that had me crying out, arching off the bed. The room spun around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me trembling and weak.

As the aftershocks of the second orgasm subsided, I lay there, panting, feeling the sticky wetness between my legs. My hand was still cupped around my pussy, my fingers playing lazily with my swollen clit. The feeling was unreal, like I was in some kind of erotic dream. But it was all too real. This pussy, these tits, this body... was all mine.

My female body was a mess of hair, tits and steaminess. But, my male body still needed to finish. Chuckling to myself, I flipped onto my chest, spreading my legs open and arching my back. I faced my body and yanked the helmet off.

The pain and static came back once again, but they quickly vanished and were replaced by pure lust. Skylar's body was laying in front of me, ass up.

I stood there for a second, admiring the perfect roundness of her butt, the way her cheeks separated to reveal the tight, pink star of her asshole and the folds of her pussy below. The sight of it made my cock throb, and I knew I had to have it.

I took a step forward, the sound of my bare feet on the floor seemingly loud in the quiet room. Skylar's body looked so vulnerable, so inviting. My hand slid between her legs, my fingers finding her wet pussy. I slid a finger inside, feeling the tightness grip around it. The doll body jerked slightly, a ghost of a moan escaping her lips. I smirked.

I aligned my dick with her pussy, and after a beat, I thrust inside. It was slick and warm, and she was so tight. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt, like I was being swallowed whole. I couldn't hold back, pumping into her with all the aggression and frustration I'd been carrying. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine, making me grit my teeth.

Her body jolted with every thrust, her tits bouncing with each impact. It was a sight I never thought I'd see, and I couldn't help but feel like I'd won some kind of twisted jackpot. But as I fucked the doll, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was also fucking Davis. It was his body I was using, his secret I'd stolen. And that made it all the more thrilling.

The sensation grew stronger, my balls tightening with the promise of release. I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, slamming into her with a ferocity that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her body was mine to use, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I could feel the heat building in my core, the pressure mounting until it was all I could think about.

I leaned down, my breath hot against the back of her neck. "You like that, don't you, Davis?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "You like being used like a cheap whore."

With a grunt, I emptied myself into the doll, feeling the warmth of my cum fill her up. I pulled out, panting, and watched as it began to seep out of her, staining the bed beneath. It was a moment of pure dominance, a visual representation of how completely I'd taken over.

But I wasn't done. I hadn't had nearly enough of this newfound power. With a grin, I grabbed the helmet again, feeling the thrill of the impending shift. The cold metal was like a promise of more pleasure, more control. I slammed it down onto my head, and the world went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in Skylar's body, but something was... different. The room was spinning, and my senses were on overload. I could feel the sticky mess between my legs, the aftermath of my own climax in this new form. It was weird, being in a body that had just been used like that. But it also made me feel... horny. This body had just been on the receiving end of some crazy sex.

My new pussy was throbbing, full of cum. My male body had gotten off, but this female body hadn't. I felt... incomplete. Like something was missing. So, I decided to take care of myself. I slid two fingers inside of me, feeling the thick warmth of my own load. It was weird, but also incredibly hot. I began to pump in and out, moaning, feeling my pussy pulse with each and every stroke.

I could feel the heat building again, my clit begging for attention. So, I reached down with my other hand and began to rub it in tight circles. The sensations were overwhelming, my body responding to my touch so easily. Masturbating as a chick was something else entirely. It was like I had a whole new set of nerve endings, each one eager to be explored.

My breath grew ragged as I worked my clit, feeling the waves of pleasure build once more. This time, I didn't hold back. I let myself go, my hips moving in time with the rhythm of my hand. The feeling grew stronger, my body tightening like a bowstring being drawn back. And when the release came, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My entire body tensed up, a scream tearing from my throat as I came for the third time. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

When I finally came down from the high, I lay there, panting, my heart racing. The room was spinning, my thoughts a blur. But one thing was clear: I'd never felt so alive. I'd never felt so powerful. I'd taken something that belonged to someone else—something so precious to them—and made it my own.

----------------------------------------the next day------------------------------------------------------

I woke up early, eager to face the world as Skylar. I drove to Davis's house, walking in. "Davis? Where were you honey?" His mom asked. 

"I was busy. Don't worry about it, slut." I laughed, walking upstairs.

"Don't use that language with me young man!" She yelled. I just laughed to myself, slamming the door of his bedroom closed. Davis was nowhere to be found.

I picked out the sluttiest outfit from Davis's closet—a skintight black top that barely covered my new tits and tight pants to show the contour of my new ass. My face already looked perfect with no makeup needed. One of the features of the doll, I thought to myself.

As I strutted into school in this slutty body, both guys and girls stared and gawked at me. I made sure to bounce my new tits with every step, their jaws dropping. I just laughed to myself. Maybe Davis was right. This body was a fast track to power, popularity and attention. At least I was upfront about why I wanted it.

Walking into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, grinning at my reflection. The thought of using Skylar's body in such a way was thrilling, and I couldn't help but whip out my new tits, watching them bounce with a smirk. The sensation was bizarre, but I liked the power play. The cool air of the bathroom made my nipples tighten into little pebbles, and I couldn't resist giving them a quick tweak, enjoying the shiver that ran down my spine.

I plopped down in my seat in Mr. Reynolds Physics class. A class I'd initially shared with Davis, who, inexplicably, was nowhere to be found.

"Ahem, um, Davis, do you think that attire is school appropriate?" Mr. Reynolds asked.

I giggled, playing coyly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I said in my new sultry voice, leaning forward so that my tits were practically spilling out of the top. "I forgot my school clothes at home."

Mr. Reynolds's gaze dropped to my chest, and I watched his eyes widen before he coughed and averted his gaze. "Well, please remember to dress appropriately next time, Miss... uh... Davis."

The rest of the class snickered, and I felt a thrill of power at the way my new body was affecting everyone around me. It was clear that I could use this to my advantage, and the idea of fucking a teacher to boost my grades had never been more appealing. After class, I made a point to saunter over to Mr. Reynolds's desk, my hips swaying in a way that was definitely not school-appropriate. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I purred, leaning over so that my breasts threatened to spill out of my top. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and disbelief. I could see the internal battle playing out on his face as he tried to maintain his professionalism. "Miss...uh, Davis, I think you'd better just focus on your studies. Your grade isn't one of the best in the class."

I leaned closer, my breasts pressing against the edge of his desk. "But Mr. Reynolds, I'm really worried about my grade. Is there... something extra I can do?"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Well, if you're truly committed to improving, perhaps some... after-school tutoring could help."

"Tutoring?" I repeated, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "I'd be happy to stay after, Mr. Reynolds. Anything for a better grade."

The bell rang, and the room cleared out, leaving us alone. Mr. Reynolds shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events. I sauntered closer, my heart racing with excitement. I grabbed him by his necktie, pulling him into the closet.

"What are you doing?" He gasped, his eyes wide with shock. But his protests were feeble, and his body language betrayed his excitement. I lifted my top, his eyes going wide. I could see any fight he had in his body vanish in that moment, his willpower shattering under the pressure this body exuded.

With a grin, I pushed him against the wall, my new body pressing against his. I could feel his erection growing as I ground against him. "I'm giving you a chance to see what you've been missing out on," I whispered, my breath hot in his ear. I slid my hand down to his crotch and gave his cock a firm squeeze.

He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip my hips as I hopped onto the desk, spreading my legs. I grabbed his belt, pulling it open, his eyes glazed over with desire as I pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. It was a decent size, and I licked my lips in anticipation. "Let's see if you can handle this," I said, sliding down onto him, feeling his cock fill me up.

He stumbled back into the chair, a gasp escaping his lips as I began to ride him. The friction was intense, my pussy tightening around him as I moved my hips. His hands found their way to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I moaned and ground down harder. It was a strange feeling, being fucked by a man in a doll's body, but the power I had over him was intoxicating.

I leaned back, arching my spine, watching his face contort with pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew he was close to cumming. "Fuck me, Mr. Reynolds," I moaned, bouncing harder. "Show me what you're made of."

With a final grunt, he came, his hot seed filling me up. I felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that I'd gotten what I wanted—his power, his submission. As he slumped back in the chair, panting, I slid off of him and pulled my top back down, smoothing my skirt. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. "I'm sure my grades will improve dramatically with your... personal attention. By the way, why don't you give Kevin Stewart's grades a bump too."

"Kevin? That bully? I thought you and all the other kids hated him?" He chortled.

"I've had a bit of a change of heart. Can't you tell I'm acting a bit different today?" I said, laughing, cleaning myself up, and heading back to my place.

I played with my tits on the whole car ride home. Just having them was lovely, even without the power I knew they held over men. I'd just gotten a small taste of that power and I was curious to see what I could get up to next.

Heading back into my place, I walked upstairs. "I wonder how the old meatbag is doing." Referring to my old body. But when I walked into the room, I was shocked at what I saw.

Davis!

He was fiddling with the helmet with some type of screwdriver,

"Get away from my fucking body!" I roared, storming into the room.

Davis's eyes snapped up, seeing me. "You like that body so much? Well, here's a little gift from me to you." He reached down, grabbing the helmet that was on my body, that was allowing my consciousness to pilot this avatar slut's body.

With a heave, he yanked it off. I felt the headache return, and I prepared to snap back to my own body. But an instant later, the headache had gone away. And I was still in Skylar.

Panic set in. "What did you do?" I screamed.

I stared at him, horror etched on my face. "What did you do?" I choked out.

Davis leaned back, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I just made sure that the body you're so eager to use is yours for good. You can't go back now, buddy. You're Skylar. Hope you had some fun ruining that body. Now, you've got that body for good and can live with the consequences of your decisions."

I wasn't gonna stand for this. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Davis." I walked over to him, ready to throw him into a headlock. But he easily grabbed my arms and pushed them down.

"Not gonna work in that smaller bod." He said, his large, obese form much more imposing than my lean one.

Davis walked me downstairs, and pushed me out the front door. "Now have a nice life."

How Far the Rabbit Hole Goes

Same concept as this. And this.

"Dude, you're not gonna believe what happened," said Marcus, his voice excited and out of breath. He'd just burst through the door of my dorm and clearly had something he needed to get off his chest.

"What?" I responded, eyes glued to the TV.

Marcus's tone was so intense, it yanked my gaze away from the screen. "So, I was walking home from the library, right?" he began, his words tumbling out like he couldn't get them out fast enough. "And I saw Anna Collins."

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Only the hottest girl in Chi Omega and very likely this school!" Marcus responded. "Have you been living under a fucking rock!"

He showed me her picture. I hadn't seen her around, but I had to admit she was smoking hot. I definitely didn't get out as much as Marcus.

"Yeah dude. She was walking right next to me, and I decided to shoot my shot. I bumped into her, totally on purpose," Marcus said, a sly grin audible in his voice. "I started talking. But then, she yelled at me. In front of everyone! She called me a tiny dick loser who'd never get a girlfriend, let alone someone like her. She told me I couldn't be seen with her or I'd ruin her "modelling career". All her friends started laughing. It was awful."

"What the fuck, man? That's messed up," I said, mad that my shy friend was punished for trying his luck. "She seems like a bitch."

Marcus's voice grew serious. "But then, this weird homeless guy walked up to me. I guess he saw the whole thing and kinda felt bad for me. He handed me this old key and told me to use it wisely. I had no idea what he was on about until I got home."

Intrigued, I arched an eyebrow. "What did you find?"

"There's a trapdoor in my basement," Marcus said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've lived here for years and never knew it was there. It's like it just appeared. Anyway, the key was a perfect fit. It opened it up immediately. I'm not even sure why I thought to try that"

I felt a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's down there?"

Marcus's excitement was palpable. "It's like nothing you've ever seen before. It's like... it's like a fucking portal to Anna's mind!"

"What? How the hell?" I asked, incredulous. Marcus had always been one to let his mind run wild with crazy ideas. A trapdoor to Anna's mind? That was the kind of shit that only happened in sci-fi movies and messed-up dreams.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to process. "So, what happens when you go through this... portal?"

Marcus grinned. "It's fucking crazy. No, crazier than crazy. I was literally placed in Anna's body, behind her eyes. I saw what she saw, felt what she felt, heard what she heard. And after awhile, I realized I could influence her actions. I got more and more control, until I was totally her. Like, I could control her, completely.

"Holy shit, are you for real?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I need some proof man. This sounds amazing... too good to be true even."

Marcus didn't miss a beat. "Let me show you some pictures."

I watched as he texted me a few images. One was of Anna's bedroom, and another was a selfie in her bathroom mirror, her shirt pulled up, showing off her luscious curves and a smug expression that had to be Marcus' doing.

"Is... that you in there?" I asked, trying to put the pieces together in my head.

"You better believe it." Marcus said, grinning.

"What... else did you do inside her body?"

Marcus's tone grew sly. "Well, I had to test it out, right? So, I took a bunch of nude photos, played with her ass a bit, you know I've always been an ass man. It felt so real, dude. And then... I couldn't help myself, you know?"

"You jerked off in her body?" I couldn't keep the amazement out of my voice.

Marcus's chuckle grew into a full-on laugh. "Fuck yeah, I did. Although... it wasn't really jerking anything? But it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like... it's like I've been playing a video game with shitty graphics my whole life, jerking off to porn, and suddenly got upgraded to VR with full sensory immersion. It's so... wet, you know? So warm and tight. And the sounds she makes, oh man, they're like nothing you've ever heard."

I couldn't believe it. This was insane. "Alright, let's go check this thing out." I said.

When I arrived, Marcus was waiting at the door, his eyes gleaming intensely. He led me down to the basement, and sure enough, there was the trapdoor, a small, unassuming hatch in the concrete floor that looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.

My heart thumped in my chest as I took the key. The metal felt cold and heavy in my hand, like it was whispering secrets. I inserted it into the lock, and with a click, the trapdoor swung open, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. The air grew thick with anticipation as we both stared at the void.

"You go first," Marcus urged, nudging me forward. 

I waded in, stepping one foot down, shocked to see my foot disappear as it crossed the threshold of the trapdoor. Taking another step, I moved deeper, descending a steep staircase until my body was waist deep.

"What happens when I cross all the way in?" I asked.

"You've gotta see for yourself!" Marcus exclaimed, his voice echoing in the small space. "Just keep going."

With a deep breath, I stepped through the opening. The cold metal of the key hit my palm as I released it, and the door slammed shut with a finality that made me jump. Suddenly, the darkness was absolute, the air thick and suffocating. I heard the muffled sound of Marcus' laughter from the other side.

And then, it happened. I felt myself falling, being pulled deeper into the void. I saw a speck of light down below me, getting larger as I continued to fall. The light was getting larger now, and I got closer, closer, before it engulfed me.

I was no longer in the musty basement. I was... somewhere else. I took in my surroundings. I was sitting criss-cross on a bed in a plush, pink-themed bedroom, the walls adorned with glamour shots of Anna and her sorority sisters. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and coconut, the scent of an expensive candle burning nearby. The bed was perfectly made, clothes neatly hung in closets, and there were glossy fashion magazines scattered on a pristine white desk.

There was a blonde girl laying on the bed. I recognized her as Cassie, one of Anna's friends. She was scrolling through her phone, not looking up. Cassie giggled, not looking up from her phone. "She was a total slut. I mean, Maisy was going up to all these different guys and grinding on them! That kind of behavior is INSANE at a delta chi mixer."

"Tell me about it girl." I felt my body say, outside my control. "I guess when you're an ugly little pig, you have to act like a whore to get guys' attention."

Cassie threw back her head and laughed and I felt my body do the same. I felt anger pool inside of me. She was making fun of this other girl, laughing about it, just like she'd disrespected Marcus earlier. She was pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. Well, she had someone else on the inside now.

"It's so typical of her kind, flaunting herself like that. I mean, she probably just stuffs herself full of..." I felt my spirit boiling with rage. "SHUT UP" I thought aloud.

"Hm..." Anna's body's lips slapped shut, cut off mid sentence, sound without words all it could muster.

I tried to stand. I felt my body lurch upward, chest first, the head slumping back and lagging behind. I felt hair fly everywhere as my uncoordinated movements lifted us upward. I was able to get a leg out, preventing my fall. 

"Anna, you ok girl?" I heard Cassie ask, picking her head up from her phone finally, staring, concerned. 

Thinking on my feet, I tried to say, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." But what came out was "I... go... bafroom..." sounding out of place in Anna's voice.

I stumbled into the bathroom, still unsteady on my legs. I stared in the mirror. Whoa. I... I was Anna!

I was shocked. That girl in the mirror... was me! And just as shocked as I was, her eyes open wide in disbelief. Turning my gaze downward, I felt fire light up inside me as I stared face first into a pair of scrumptious breasts. I bit my lip in disbelief... then smirked. 

"What's going... on..." I felt Anna struggle to say as her control faded while mine only grew.

"Night night, Anna. I'm the new queen bitch."

"No..." I felt her muster all her strength to say, shaking her head left and right.

"Oh yes!" I replied, nodding up and down, grinning wildly, taunting her as she faded to the back of my mind.

This body was all mine.

I felt my body lighting up. I was horny as hell, and it was like my senses had been turned up to eleven. Every sensation was heightened, my skin feeling more sensitive than ever. My breasts felt like they were on fire, begging to be touched. I had never felt this way before, and the thrill of it was intoxicating.

The connection to this body was nearly complete. Where before, it took all I had to move, I could now move this body nearly like it was my own. The more turned on I got, the more connected I felt to this body as the sensations guided me.

I took a deep breath and strutted out of the bathroom, trying to mimic Anna's confident stride. "Cassie, you gotta go," I said, my voice a perfect imitation of Anna's snooty tone. "I have some... personal things to take care of."

Cassie's eyes widened in surprise. "But we were just about to..."

"OUT," I said, cutting her off with a sharp gesture, using the power of Anna's body to assert myself. "Now," I added with a fake sweetness, "or I'll tell everyone about that time you puked on the frat house lawn."

Cassie's eyes went wide with horror, and she practically sprinted out the door, slamming it shut behind her. I grinned to myself, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction.

I sauntered back over to the bed, feeling the coolness of the hardwood floor against my bare feet as I went. I laid down, the softness of the comforter enveloping me, and took a moment to appreciate the new form I was in. Then, I began to explore.

I peeled off Anna's tight blue leggings and her lacy thong, tossing them aside with a sense of rebellious satisfaction. Spreading my legs wide, I stared at my new body's pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from it. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, pink and plump, with a glistening sheen that begged for attention.

As I lay there, I felt a strange sensation building up inside me, a hunger that was alien yet undeniable. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving down to stroke the soft folds of flesh. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through my entire being. I had never felt anything so intense, so intimate.

"If I had my dick right now, I'd be so fucking hard..." I said aloud in Anna's voice, my thoughts echoing through the empty room. I had to admit, being a girl was pretty cool, especially when you had a body like hers. I mimicked jerking my dick, inside her body. Making her do whatever I wanted, for my pleasure, was so sensual. This bitch deserved it. But I didn't have my dick, I had something much more exciting between my legs. I moved my fingers to the top of my opening, and started to rub my tiny clit in slow circles. It felt like the whole of my dick had been shrunken down into the tiniest nub, and the slightest touch stimulated all of it simultaneously. The feeling was overwhelming, like I was in the cockpit of a spaceship about to blast off into a whole new universe of pleasure.

Gently, I parted the velvety lips of Anna's pussy, revealing the glistening pinkness beneath. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making my head spin. I felt Anna's heart pound in my chest as I explored the velvety folds within.

My curiosity grew into a feverish need to know everything about her, to feel everything she could. I slid my finger deeper, feeling the softness give way to a more firm pressure as I hit a spot that made me gasp. It was like I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, a spot that made her entire body tense and quiver.

"My clit is literally throbbing right now!" I spoke aloud, partly in disbelief, partly to hear Anna's voice. I giggled lithely to myself. I loved calling out her feelings in her own body, her own voice causing my male mind to react, making this female body hornier still, causing a never-ending feedback loop which caused a wonderful heat to grow within me, building towards a peak.

Her body began to respond, hips bucking slightly as I hit just the right spot. I watched in the mirror as her nipples hardened into little pebbles, her breath quickening. She was close, so close. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around my fingers. And then, it happened.

With a gush, she squirted everywhere. The force of her orgasm was like nothing I had ever felt, a deluge that soaked the bed and left me gasping for air. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a wet, warm explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a cry that was part pleasure, part shock.

I watched, amazed, as the fluid sprayed out from her in a glorious arch, soaking the bed sheets below me. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of sexual release. And I had been the one to do it. Me, the nerdy guy who had never had a chance with a girl like Anna.

I rummaged through Anna's closet, throwing back on her white jacket and blue leggings. Her panties were soaked, so I went without them. Oops! Her problem. I got dressed, smiling to myself. Nobody could that I'd just had a writhing, squirting explosion of an orgasm. I felt like a goddess, and the idea of walking around her house, her sorority, in her body was like the ultimate power trip.

When I was done, I stepped out into the hallway, still horny as hell and buzzing from the aftershocks of my climax. The house was quiet, and I wondered if anyone had heard. Then, I saw Cassie peeking out from her room, a look of shock on her face. She stared at me, her eyes wide, taking in the flushed cheeks and the smudges of wetness on the bed that were clearly visible from the doorway.

"What the hell happened in here?" she whispered, her voice a mix of horror and fascination.

I smirked, my hands on my hips. "I told you I had personal things to take care of," I said, my voice dripping with a cocky confidence that was pure Anna. "Why don't you go back to scrolling through your pathetic little life on Instagram? Or better yet, go fuck yourself. Like I just did!"

Cassie's face turned beet red, and she stumbled back into her room, slamming the door shut. The sound echoed through the hallway, leaving me feeling like the queen bitch of the castle. The power of having this hot body was intoxicating. I knew I had to keep exploring it, but first, I had to tell Marcus. He had to know what I had just experienced.

I strutted down the stairs, tiptoing on graceful stolen feet like a cat burglar through the silent house. The thrill of walking around in Anna's skin was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I was wearing a second skin, only infinitely more attractive and powerful than my own.

As I approached the front door, the cool breeze of the evening hit me, sending a shiver down my spine. But it was a shiver of excitement, not cold. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs, and I knew I needed more. The power of being in this body was like a drug, and I was already addicted.

I reached into Anna's purse and clicked her keys. Hearing a car respond, I walked over to a white Mercedes and slipped inside. Starting the engine, I felt a thrill of power surge through me. This was definitely not my usual ride, not in car or in body. As the engine purrred beneath me, I felt something else, something more primal stirring in my core. The intense orgasm had only stoked the fire of my desire, and it was burning hotter than ever. I couldn't help but let my hand drift down to the cameltoe of my leggings.

I rubbed my clit through the fabric, feeling the heat and pressure build once more. I had been granted full access to a sex goddess's body, and I was going to use it whenever the fuck I wanted to. So I did. The fabric of the leggings was thin, and I could feel the slickness of my arousal already soaking through. Tracing where the pleasure was strongest, I dug around my moistening cunt with a slender digit as the purr of the car sent vibrations through me. The friction of the pants rubbing up and down my folds was exquisite, the rasp of the seam sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me with every stroke.

As I drove, My other hand found its way to my chest, cupping one of Anna's perky breasts and giving it a squeeze. Her nipple was already rock hard, begging to be pinched and played with. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the peak tighten even more. The sensation was overwhelming, and I knew I needed more.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other alternating between my clit and my nipple, I sped down the deserted streets, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness like the eyes of a predator on the hunt. The world outside was a blur as I focused solely on the exquisite tension building within me.

Pulling up to Marcus' house, I couldn't resist one final squeeze before I parked the car. The engine purred like a cat in heat as I killed it, the sound echoing through the quiet night. I stepped out, my legs wobbly from the building pleasure that was demanding attention deep inside me.

The door was unlocked, and as I let myself in, I could hear the faint sound of a video game coming from his room. The house was a mess, just like Marcus' life had been before he discovered the trapdoor. But now, with the power of Anna's body at our fingertips, we could change everything.

I sailed down the hallway, hips swaying, feeling like I owned the place. I pushed open the door to find Marcus hunched over his PC, a controller clutched in his hands, eyes glued to the screen. "Mike... is that you?" He looked at me, eyes fixed on Anna's body, completely distracted from the game he'd just been engrossed in.

"You could say that," I smirked, enjoying the look of shock on his face as he took in the sight of me in Anna's skin. "But I've been busy... exploring."

Marcus' eyes narrowed, curiosity getting the better of him. "What do you mean, exploring? Tell me everything!"

 I leaned against the doorframe, watching him squirm in his chair. "I've been busy, let's just say."

Marcus' curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean, 'busy'?"

With a wicked grin, I stepped closer to him, my hand tracing the curves of Anna's body that now felt so familiar to me. "Oh, you know," I said, my voice low and seductive, "just seeing how far the rabbit hole goes."

Marcus looked at me with a mix of envy and excitement. "Dude, that's insane. What was it like?"

"Well," I began, drawing out the word as I sauntered closer, enjoying his rapt attention, "I started by playing with her tits, feeling them up like they were the best pair I'd ever had. And let me tell you, they are. They're like fucking heaven in my hands." I watched him swallow hard, his eyes darkening. "Then I slipped a finger down her panties, teasing her clit. She was so wet, it was like her body was begging for it."

Marcus leaned in closer, his eyes glazed over. "Did you masturbate? I hope you felt her orgasm like I did earlier. It's insane!"

"Oh, I did more than that," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "I didn't just play with her pussy. I made her squirt like a fucking garden hose, Marcus."

Marcus' eyes bulged out of his head. "No way!"

I leaned in closer, a smug grin spreading across Anna's lips. "Way."

Marcus' jaw dropped as he took in my words, his mind racing with the possibilities. "You're kidding, right?"

I replied, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It's like we've got the ultimate cheat code to life, man. We can do whatever we want, and she'll never know. She's our own personal sex puppet."

Marcus's grin grew wider. "You're right, it's fucking amazing. We can make her do the most embarrassing shit, and she'll have no idea it's us pulling the strings. Like, what if we made her walk around school tomorrow with a 'slut' sign taped to her back?"

"Even better," I said, my mind racing, the horniness from before taking over, never having fully subsided. "Let's film a sex tape."

Marcus' eyes lit up with excitement. "A sex tape? That's genius! But... with who?"

"Yeah, and not just any sex tape," I added, "but one where she's begging for it from a guy she despises."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "Like a complete and total reversal of the social order. That'll teach her to mess with us."

"Exactly," I said, the wheels in my head turning. "So that's why we're going to fuck, right now. Start recording."

Marcus was shocked for a second, then it finally clicked. He nodded eagerly, setting up his phone on a tripod in the corner of his room. He aimed it at the bed, which we had moved to face the camera. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on Anna's body, which was already laid out in front of us like a banquet of pleasure.

I felt a thrill run down my spine as I looked at Marcus, his eyes hungry as they took in the sight of me in her body. We were about to do something incredibly wrong, and yet, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. This was our secret, our little slice of power in a world that had always looked down on us.

"Take off your pants," I said, staring at the camera, my voice a seductive purr. Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He sprang into action, fumbling with the button of his jeans before finally sliding them down. His cock bobbed out, already hard and ready for action. This girl who'd disrespected him, treated him worse than a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe was begging for him.

He sat in his gaming chair, dick out and ready for me. I stared at the camera, loving that I was bending Anna's body to my will, that the more I begged for it, the more her reputation would be ruined. I spat and slobbered all over Marcus' dick. I moaned and cried, trying to play it up like some bad porno.

"Oh, Marcus," I whispered in Anna's voice, "Ruin me." I mounted him, feeling his dick slide into me, filling me up. It was a weird but incredibly pleasurable sensation, feeling his cock stretch me out, but it was nothing compared to the joy of watching his face as I looked over my shoulder, the excitement and disbelief as I bounced happily on his dick.

Anna's body was a vessel for our spite, a living, breathing embodiment of our revenge. She was everything I despised: shallow, vain, and cruel. But now, she was at my mercy, a tool for my pleasure and our amusement. I watched Marcus' eyes glaze over as I bounced up and down on his dick, using her body to milk every drop of his hatred and frustration. 

She was the epitome of the entitled sorority bitch, and here she was, being used by Marcus like a whore, when she'd just been bitching about other girls acting like a slut less than an hour ago. With how much her body was responding, making Marcus' cock feel addicting, it was clear she'd been compensating, hating on others to cover the constant horniness she harbored within.

Marcus gripped the chair arms tightly as he pounded into me from behind. The chair squeaked with every thrust, the sound echoing through the room like a symphony of sweet, sweet retribution. Anna's body was tight around him, and I made her moan like a fucking pornstar. The sensations reverberating around this tight frame made it easy, the pleasure begging to pour out of my mouth.

I felt his balls slap against my ass, the heat of his body pressing into me, and I knew he was close. The camera kept rolling, capturing every second of this illicit encounter. "Cum for me, Anna," Marcus groaned, his voice strained with effort. And just like that, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, the muscles of Anna's pussy tightening around him like a vice.

My eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure washed over me, and in that moment of intense climax, something strange happened. It was like being yanked out of a dream, suddenly and without warning. One second, I was riding Marcus in Anna's body, and the next, I was falling through darkness again.

I landed in a stack of books. I looked up and around. I was in what looked like a backroom of a library. Dusting myself and getting up, I realized I was in the back of my university's library, already closing for the night.

Panic surged through me as I realized what had happened. "Oh, fuck," I murmured, "she's gonna call the cops on us." 

I stumbled out of the library, my mind racing. We'd been so caught up in the thrill of the moment that we hadn't considered the consequences. Anna's body was gonna come to nude in a strange apartment, and she was going to freak.

I burst through the door, panting and frantic. "Marcus! Marcus!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

But it was Anna who greeted me, leaning against the banister with a smug smile. She was stark nude, still glistening from our encounter.

"Anna?"

"Not Anna. Marcus. And as thanks for draining my balls earlier, I'm gonna return the favor."