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?"
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.
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 index 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.
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."
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
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.
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.
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.
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?
"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.
