Out of Juice 2

Part 2

Brian was back to being himself the next day. Same loud voice, same inappropriate jokes, same 350-pound frame waddling into the office like he owned the place. The Mirabella thing had happened, and somehow my brain had accepted it. I'd spent the whole night replaying every detail: his grinning face in her body, the way he'd rubbed her abs, the filthy things he'd whispered about doing to himself.

It was so fucking wrong. And yet, when I closed my eyes, I could still see her. I could still feel... well, I couldn't feel it, not really. But the idea of it, the knowledge that the alien gun worked, that I could be anyone I wanted, it was an intoxicating thought I couldn't shake.

Then, during our usual lunch break in the parking lot, Brian pulled me aside.

"Hey, I need to talk to you. In private."

He lowered his voice, looking around like someone might overhear. "So. The gun. You used it. You were in Mirabella's body for like, twelve hours?"

"I told you. We said tomorrow, remember?"

"I know, I know. But listen. I want to make you a deal."

"A deal?"

"Yeah. I let you have your way with Mirabella tonight. Full access. However you want. Whatever you want. Hours. Whatever."

My mouth went dry. "And in exchange, what?"

"You possess a girl I find hot. And you let me have my way with her."

"That's... that's the deal? You get Mirabella, I get some random girl?"

"Not random. I'll pick who. But I won't say who until we're at the office tomorrow. You meet me in the conference room at 9 AM."

"Brian, I don't know. this feels really messed up. Possessing someone and then..."

"Oh come on. You liked it, didn't you? Being a girl? I can see it in your eyes."

He had me there. I had liked it. The smooth skin, the curves, the way Mirabella's body had felt under my own hands, it was a thrill I hadn't expected. And the thought of being in her body again, this time with the freedom to do whatever I wanted...

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "9 AM tomorrow."

"You won't regret this, bro."

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The next morning, I showed up to the office ten minutes early. I could feel my heart racing. This was insane. What was I doing?

Brian was already there, pacing in the hallway outside the conference room. He looked nervous... or excited. I couldn't tell with Brian.

"You came."

"I said I would."

He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then jerked his head toward the window overlooking the main floor. "Look down there. By the reception desk."

I squinted. A woman was sitting at the front desk, sorting through mail.

"That's Brenda. Mrs. Vance's secretary."

I looked closer. Brenda was Black, petite, maybe 5'0, with a face I'd describe as... not pretty. Eyes spaced a little too wide, tiny features, a vacant stare. She had a horrible face, objectively. But then my eyes dropped lower.

Christ.

Her tits were enormous. Like, comically huge. They sat on her small frame like two watermelons balanced on a child's chest, straining against the buttons of her blouse. Every time she shifted in her chair, they jiggled - heavy, soft, and far too large for her body.

Brian was staring at them like they were the last food on earth. I could see his pupils blown wide, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Those things... I've wanted to grab those for years," he whispered.

"You want me to possess her?"

"Just for a couple hours. You take her body, you bring her to the empty office upstairs - the one near the roof, nobody goes there - and you let me touch those. Maybe more. Whatever I want. And in return, tonight you take Mirabella's body and you do whatever the fuck you want."

It was a terrible deal. Morally, ethically, legally, it was a catastrophe. Plus, she looked disgusting. But Mirabella. The thought of having my way with my boss's fit daughter, having my way with her, possibly passing the torch and possessing her myself... it was everything I'd craved last time.

"Fine," I said again.

Brian's face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Fuck yes! Let's go. She clocks out in five minutes. She'll walk through the service hallway, nobody watches that camera. We'll shoot her right as she turns the corner."

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It went exactly as planned.

Brenda took the service hallway at 5:03 PM, her enormous breasts bouncing slightly with each step. I raised the gun which I'd kept in my bag all day, switched the dial to POSSESS, and fired.

A blue beam hit her square in the chest. She dropped her keys and folded to the ground like a marionette with cut strings. And then...

The world exploded.

This was different. This was so different. Mirabella had been tiny, lean, athletic. A gymnast's body in every way. Brenda was... overwhelming.

The first thing I noticed was the weight. My - her - chest was heavy, impossibly heavy, pulling me forward with every breath. I staggered, my center of gravity completely off. These weren't Mirabella's perky little breasts that Brian had worn. These were massive, dense, and they hung low on her frame, swinging slightly as I tried to steady myself.

Then there was the sensitivity. As a guy, my nipples were like touching my elbow. Nothing. These things were already vibrating with electricity. The fabric of her blouse brushed against her nipples and I felt it like a shock, a jolt that ran straight down my spine. I gasped, clutching my chest.

"Holy shit," I whispered, but the voice that came out was deeper, huskier, with a thick accent I didn't recognize.

My skin felt different too. Darker, softer, and somehow more alive. Every nerve ending seemed amplified. And my body. It was small, tiny even, but that chest... it dominated everything. I could feel it with every step, every breath, every heartbeat.

Brian stood there, staring at me, at her, with an expression that was pure hunger.

"Fuck," he breathed. "They're even bigger up close."

"Get up, Brenda. I mean, get up. We need to move."

"Right. Upstairs. Now."

I stumbled up the stairs, my enormous tits swaying with every step. I could feel Brian's eyes on them, on me, and it was humiliating and electric all at once.

The empty office near the roof was dark and dusty, barely used. Brian locked the door behind us and leaned against it, breathing hard.

"So. You're in her."

"Obviously."

"Can I..."

He didn't even finish the sentence. He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed both my breasts.

Yes.

His large, calloused hands closed around them like he was born to hold that much flesh. They were soft, impossibly soft, heavy and warm, and when he squeezed, I felt the pressure all the way to my chest bone. My nipples hardened instantly, poking through the thin fabric of her bra, and a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Fuck, they're perfect," Brian groaned, his thumbs circling my nipples.

"Brian, we have a deal. Remember the deal?"

"Right, right. But come on, bro. Let me play with them a minute. They're insane."

He wasn't letting go. His hands kneaded my breasts like dough, squeezing and rolling them, and I could feel every touch like it was being traced directly onto my soul. My body was responding in ways I didn't understand, heat pooling in my gut, a wetness between my legs that I could feel even through her clothes.

"This feels incredible," I admitted, my voice trembling.

"You're turned on, aren't you?" Brian laughed. "Dude, you're turned on and it's your friend grabbing your tits."

"Stop talking like that."

"Right. Sorry, ma'am."

He pulled me closer, his hands sliding up to cup the full weight of my breasts, lifting them so they rested against his chest. I was so small compared to him, 5 feet to his 6, and his hands engulfed me. I could feel his heartbeat through my nipples.

"Look, I'll be fair," Brian said, his voice dropping lower, more serious. "I won't go further with you in this body than you're going to go with me in Mirabella's later. You set the boundary. Whatever you're comfortable with, that's where we stop. Deal?"

I thought about it. About Mirabella. About tonight. The truth was... I wanted to go far with Mirabella. I wanted to explore everything that body had to offer. And if I was being honest with myself... a part of me wanted to explore this body too.

"Okay," I said. "But not on the floor. On the desk. And you stop when I say stop."

"Deal."

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He pushed me back onto the desk and I fell against the cool wood, my breasts spilling over my sides like overflowing cream. Brian dropped to his knees between my legs and began unbuttoning her blouse.

When the buttons gave way, my breasts burst free. Massive, dark areolas, peaked nipples, and curves that seemed to defy physics. Brian's eyes widened.

"Oh my god," he breathed, reaching up to touch them.

His mouth was on my breast a second later. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and the sensation was blinding. White-hot pleasure shot up from my chest straight to my brain, and I threw my head back with a scream that was half moan, half something else entirely.

He worked one breast with his mouth while his hand kneaded the other, squeezing and rolling it, pinching the nipple and watching it harden further. I was trembling, my body arching up off the desk, my hips rocking involuntarily.

"Yes," I gasped. "Yes, right there."

"You're so responsive in this body," Brian murmured against my skin. "It's like every touch is amplified tenfold."

He slid his hands under my breasts, lifting them, and then his fingers found her bra clasp. He popped it open and pushed the straps down, freeing both breasts completely. They were magnificent — heavy, full, and swaying slightly with every breath I took.

He took both nipples into his mouth at once and something broke inside me. A wave of pleasure so intense it brought tears to my eyes, and I was crying out now, my hands gripping the edge of the desk, my nails digging into the wood.

He climbed up onto the desk and straddled my hips, his weight pressing me into the wood. His hands were everywhere, on my breasts, my hips, sliding down between my legs. He pushed her panties aside and his fingers found me. Wet, swollen, and throbbing.

He curled two fingers inside me and the sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt. My - her - walls clamped around his fingers, pulsing and squeezing, and I screamed. My back arched off the desk, my breasts jiggling wildly, and I could feel the orgasm building like a tidal wave.

"Brian, I'm... I'm going to..."

And I did. I came hard, my body convulsing, my walls milking his fingers, my breasts heaving with each spasm of pleasure. It was the most intense orgasm of my life, a full body burst unlike what I'd felt as a man, and I was sobbing through it, overwhelmed by the sensation.

But I hadn't set a boundary yet. And Brian wasn't done.

He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at my entrance. "Your turn to be penetrated," he whispered.

"Wait... I said..."

"You set the boundary. If you want to fuck Mirabella's tight pussy later, you won't say no."

He pushed in and I gasped. He was huge, stretching me wider than I thought possible, but my body was so lubricated, so responsive, that the pain was brief and then it was replaced by fullness an incredible, deep fullness that made me whimper.

He began to move, pounding into me with slow, deep thrusts. Each one pressed against something inside me that made my vision whiten, and I was moaning constantly now, my breasts bouncing with every thrust, Brian's hands returning to grab and squeeze them.

"Your tits are incredible," he groaned between thrusts. "I'm never letting go of these tits."

And the most humiliating, shocking part was - I was enjoying it. Yes, there was reluctance, yes, this was my friend inside me and it should have felt wrong, but my body was responding with a ferocity I couldn't control. Every thrust brought pleasure. Every grab of my breasts sent sparks through my nerves. I was clamped around him, milking him, and I could feel him getting closer.

"I'm going to cum," he gasped. "Inside you. I'm gonna cum inside you, Brenda."

"Brian, no, wait, I need to..."

But he was already going, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming erratic and fast, and then he erupted inside me, hot jets of cum flooding my depths. I came again from the sensation, my body convulsing around him, my breasts pressed flat against the desk as I screamed.

When it was over, I lay there panting, my body trembling, feeling him softening inside me. And then, reality hit.

"I need to depossess," I said urgently. "Now. Get the gun."

Brian pulled out with a wet sound and climbed off the desk. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the alien gun. He flipped the switch to DE-POSSESS and aimed it at me.

He fired.

Nothing happened.

No burst of energy. No blue beam. Just a tiny click. No sensation of being pulled out of the body.

"What?" I said, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

Brian stared at the gun, pressing the trigger repeatedly. "I don't know. It's not working."

"Try again!"

He tried. Five times. Ten times. The gun sat dead in his hand, its silver casing dull, its light completely extinguished.

"It's out of juice," he said quietly. "The battery's dead."

"What is out of juice?! This is an alien gun, it doesn't have a battery!"

"I don't know how it works! But it's not doing anything. You're stuck in her."

Stuck. The word echoed in my head like a death sentence.

"Stuck?" I said. "I'm... stuck?"

"Yeah. Unless we can figure out how to charge it or whatever."

"How do we charge an alien possession ray?!"

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I sat on the desk, my breasts spilling over my lap, and tried to think. My mind was racing, but my body was still buzzing from what had just happened. Every nerve was alive, every touch still echoing, and the reality of my situation was crashing down on me like a wave.

I was trapped in Brenda's body. Forever. Unless...

"There has to be a way," I said, standing up unsteadily. My breasts swung forward and I instinctively grabbed them to steady myself, the familiar electric jolt of my nipples brushing my palms making me pause.

"There might be," Brian said slowly. "In the case, remember? There was that paper with the drawing. Maybe there's more to it."

"Then we go get the case. We check the boiler room. We find a way to charge this thing."

"Right. But it's after hours. The building locks at six."

"Then we break in tomorrow. Or tonight. I don't care. I can't stay in this body, Brian."

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said something that made my blood run cold.

"What if... sex charges it?"

"What?"

"Think about it. The gun works on energy. Biological energy. The drawing showed someone possessing someone else. What if the act itself, the energy of it, powers the gun? What if having sex charges it?"

I stared at him. The look on his face was somewhere between genuine theory and opportunistic perversion.

"You're suggesting that we have sex again to charge the gun?"

"I'm saying it's a theory. And if it's true, well, then we have a solution, don't we?"

"Brian, you are the most disgusting person I have ever met."

"But think about it! We just had sex and the gun died right after. What if the orgasm used the last of the charge? What if another round would build it back up?"

"That is the most unhinged justification for fucking me again that I have ever heard."

"Come on, bro. You liked it. I could tell. Your body was screaming."

"Don't call me bro."

"Sorry. Ma'am."

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I was furious. Truly, genuinely furious. I was stuck in the body of a genuine circus freak. He was sitting there suggesting we solve it with more sex. And the worst part? A small, traitorous voice in the back of my mind was wondering if he was right. If sex actually did charge the thing, then...

No. No, no, no. That was insane. That was him manipulating me and I was going to let it happen.

"I'm leaving," I said, pushing off the desk. My breasts bounced as I stood, and I quickly crossed my arms over them, trying to button her blouse with trembling fingers.

"You can't leave," Brian said. "You're Brenda. Brenda has an apartment, a life, a schedule!"

"I'll figure something out."

"You have my number. Call me when you figure out how to get out of a dead body."

"You son of a bitch."

I slunk out of the office, my shoulders hunched, my arms still crossed over my breasts. I could feel the weight of them with every step, the sensitivity of my nipples through the thin fabric, the lingering ache between my legs. I was Brenda. I was going to be Brenda.

But as I walked down the hallway toward the exit, a strange thing happened. Brenda's hand, mine now, drifted down from its defensive cross and brushed against my chest. My fingers grazed my nipple through the blouse, and a shiver ran through me.

I stopped. I looked around. The hallway was empty. Nobody was watching.

Slowly, almost against my will, my hand slipped under the blouse. My fingers found my nipple, and I squeezed. Gently, softly, testing  and a spark of pleasure lit up my nervous system like fireworks.

I froze, my eyes wide, my breath catching.

It felt amazing.

I let my fingers trail across the soft, heavy curve of my breast, feeling the dense flesh give under my touch. My nipple hardened again instantly, and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, a tiny gasp escaping my lips.

"Okay," I whispered to the empty hallway. "Okay. This is terrible. This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

My hand didn't stop.

"But maybe... maybe it won't be all bad."

I walked out of the building, one hand on my breast, my hips swaying in a way I couldn't control, and a growing sense of urgency behind the ugly face I now wore.

Out of Juice

"So you're telling me you found an alien gun, and used it to possess our boss's eighteen year old daughter"

"Exactly."

"I'm going insane"

But as she stood there, staring at me while leaning on the hood of my friend's car, the possibility of it all was reasonable enough and too intoxicating to ignore.

My coworker and work friend, Brian, was a guy one wrong move away from an HR hearing and being served a pink slip. I mean, he was funny, but he'd made every offensive joke in the book and could not control the volume of his voice. He also had a crush on every girl in the office and had been rejected by basically all of them. If he'd found a magic possession ray or whatever, this did seem right up his alley.

"Being tiny is so fun too. I might start that diet after all!" She said, gleaming and rubbing her abs.

Brian was genuinely obese. So this tech was something crazy if it could fit all 350 pounds of him inside a girl that looked to be about 5'1 and 105 soaking wet.

"So assuming you're telling the truth and I'm not going crazy... where did you even get that thing?"

"I found it in a case down in the boiler room of our building. It was shiny and silver and just laying there in the corner. So I swiped it. I bet it has something to do with that weird lab next door where you've gotta take a vow of silence and do an ass scan just to get in there."

"And your next move was to stalk our boss's eighteen year old daughter and shoot her with a gun that could very well be a death ray."

"Pretty much!" The girl said, gleaming and grabbing her tits. 

"And also the piece of paper that had a drawing of a guy shooting the gun and possessing someone I found in the case."

"Jeez dude, lay off the tits." I said. Brian had gotten carried away and was now pawing at them, squeezing nonstop.

"What do you mean? They're mine!" Brian replied, loving that as long as he was in control, nobody could stop him from being a total perv.

"And trust me, if that gets you fired up, that's not even getting started with what I've been up to in here." He added, his shit eating grin only widening.

I stayed silent. This felt morally wrong - but it was so fucking hot. This chick was feeling herself up, had been doing god knows what else. I had to ask.

"What else?"

"Woman's secret." Brian said, smiling and laughing. 

"All I'll say is that her orgasms are fucking insane."

My face flushed. My dick got hard, against my better judgement.

"You've... been masturbating?"

"Have I? It's all I've done! After I got in here I ran up to her room, stripped down and stared at myself. Crazy staring down and actually being able to see between my legs for once. Since then, I've tried everything. I rubbed my clit, humped a pillow, I even fingered myself! It was so tough keeping the moans down when boss lady Maria came back. I was bottomed out on my two fingers, the other hand stuffed into my mouth and tits pressed into the bed when Maria called me down for dinner."

'"You've gotta try having a pussy, bro. Feeling your fingers rub against your walls, its just... ugh!" He stared wistfully into the distance.

"Ok, let me try it then." I said, staring back at Brian.

"Tomorrow." He said, walking over to the car. Inside was a plastic bag. Inside that, a big rubber dildo and a rose vibrator. "I've got a few hot dates tonight."

"Will I see you at work tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just gotta be sure I can get out of here without bitchy boss lady noticing." He started the car. 

"How do you even get out?"

"Flip the switch from possess to de-possess. Then I just fire and get shot out of... whatever her name is the same way I came in."

"Hold on, you've been fingerfucking Maria's daughter all day and don't even know what her name is?"

"Hahaha, guess not. Not that knowing her name is a prerequisite for that." Opening her purse, he pulled out a license. "It's Mirabella. Happy now?"

"See you tomorrow, perv."

He revved his engine, pulling away.

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Part 2 soon.

By the way, this is one of the bodies I sometimes possess. Follow me on insta, if you've got an account.

Puppeted

I’d been watching Riley from next door for months. She used to be the quiet, shy college girl. Always in baggy hoodies, nose buried in a book, barely said two words to anyone. Then one day she flipped a switch. Overnight she turned into an absolute lesbian nympho. Sneaking out, bringing home a different hot girl almost every night, dressing like a total whore, moaning loud enough for the whole block to hear. Everyone else called it “college experimentation.” I knew better. 

I planted a cheap listening device under her bedroom window. For weeks I heard nothing but wet slapping, filthy moans, and girls and guys screaming her name. Until one afternoon I caught the conversation that made my blood run cold.

“God this body’s getting boring,” Riley’s sweet voice floated through the bug, casual as hell. “I’ve fucked every kink I can think of in her. Time to trade up. Maybe find her hot older sister… or fuck, her mom is still pretty bangable. Even bigger tits, too.”

My stomach dropped. That wasn’t some “phase.” That was a guy. A guy had swapped his consciousness into Riley’s hot little body and was using her like a rented flesh toy. Some perverted switcher was piloting the shy girl next door and turning her into his personal slut suit.

I couldn’t believe it. A man was inside her. Controlling her. Cumming as her. The shock hit me so hard I almost dropped the receiver. This wasn’t normal. This was straight-up body theft.

I walked up to her window, hearing a vibrator buzzing away. I tapped on it, ready to make my move. The buzzing stopped.

“Oh thank God, I need to get fucked so - Ew, Earl? Were you fucking spying on me, you old creep?”

I didn’t hesitate. “I know you’re not Riley. You’re a switcher. You stole her body and your mind is in the driver's seat."

The thing inside her froze for a second, then slowly smirked, crossing her arms so those huge tits squeezed together even tighter. “Damn, grandpa. You actually figured it out. Most people just think she’s going through a slut phase.” She laughed Riley’s laugh, but meaner. “So what? You gonna call the cops on me?”

“No,” I said, voice shaking. “I've got a proposition. Let me drive. My body’s old and falling apart. You can take it next. Shoot up drugs, trash it, have your fun. Just let me be Riley. Let me be a sex fiend in a college girl body instead of an old man body.” 

She stared at me for a long moment, then grinned wide. “You’re serious. You want to wear this little  whore like a suit. You sick kinky bastard. Fine! Treat that body well. Or don't!”

Before I could answer, the world flipped.

One blink and I was staring out through Riley’s eyes at my own wrinkly, saggy body standing there. The switcher gave me a creepy little wave with my old hand.

“Enjoy the ride, old man,” he said in my raspy voice, already hobbling away. “Make her cum real pretty for me.”

The rush was insane. Youth. Energy. And tits. So much fucking tit. Her body ached with a vibrating electricity - must have been the afterglow of the orgasm the switcher had just had.

I stumbled back inside, slammed the door, and headed straight for the full-length mirror in her bedroom. I was still wearing the tiny yellow string bikini. I looked down.

Holy fucking shit.

Those massive, heavy tits filled my entire view, spilling out the sides of the tiny bikini top, soft and tanned and jiggling with every single breath I took. 

The thin straps dug into smooth skin, and my new nipples were already rock-hard, poking shamelessly against the fabric. I cupped them, lifted their incredible weight, and squeezed hard. A loud, filthy moan tore out of Riley’s pretty mouth, my mouth now, and a bolt of pure pleasure shot straight down to my new pussy.

I was hooked. This body was built to be used.

I spent the next hour treating Riley like the living sex toy she now was. I stripped the bikini top off in front of the mirror, slapped those huge tits until they were red, pinched and twisted the nipples while I fingered her tight little pussy. Then I found her biggest suction-cup dildo, stuck it to the floor, and rode it reverse cowgirl so I could watch those fat tits bounce and slap wildly in the mirror.

I came over and over, squirting all over her expensive rug, pussy squelching, tits flopping everywhere, screaming in her voice until my throat was raw. Every orgasm felt stolen. Every moan felt like I was living the switcher’s fantasy.

As I stared at myself in the mirror later that day, I took in my new reflection. I was hot.

The real Riley was trapped in my old, broken body now. I didn’t care. I had her perfect young body, mine to puppet however I wanted.

And I was never giving it back.

Epilogue:

Later that evening, while I was still exploring Riley’s body in front of the mirror, squeezing and bouncing those massive tits, fingering myself lazily, there was a knock at the door. I opened it still half-naked and found my own old body standing there, grinning like an idiot.

Answering the door was Riley’s mom, tall, curvy, with even bigger tits than her daughter, looking confused and angry.

The switcher in my old skin laughed. “Time to upgrade again. This old sack is boring. But Riley’s mom? Now that’s a body worth piloting.”

Before I could react, he touched her arm. In an instant, Riley’s mom blinked, then her expression changed completely, from confused to wickedly amused.

“Oh yes,” she purred in a sultry voice, running her hands over her own heavy, tanned tits. “These are fucking perfect.”

At the same time, my old body, now containing the real Riley’s mom, started freaking out.

“What the hell?! This body… it’s disgusting! I’m old! I’m a man!” she screamed in my raspy old voice, looking down at the sagging gut and wrinkled skin in horror. “Give me my body back, you freak!”

The switcher now inside Riley’s mom just laughed harder, making her massive tits jiggle as she posed in the doorway.

“Too late, Karen. You’re stuck in that pathetic old creep now. Enjoy the rest of your life as Earl. I’m going to have so much fun with these big mommy milkers.”

She gave her new chest one last squeeze, winked at me still standing there in Riley’s body, and slammed the front door in the new Earl's face.

I stood there, still holding Riley’s massive tits in my hands, listening to the real Riley’s mom sobbing in my old body from outside the door.

Riley's mom was slipping her tits out of her bra. "Come suck mommy's nipples like a good little girl."

I smiled.

This was gonna be fun.

Mental Hurdles

Alyssa Rodriguez was the hottest girl at our high school. 

So you can imagine my disbelief when my idiot friend, Tarik, called me and told me to go to her house at 3PM on the dot. 

I immediately thought it was the setup to some cruel prank, that Tarik had set up a camera to record when Alyssa slammed the door in my face. She'd probably make fun of me for being a loser, if she even knew who I was.

Alyssa was one of those "serial monogamists" who refused to sleep with a guy until they were dating, but was dating a new guy every few months. You'd see her hanging on the arm of some basketball player, kissing during lunch, then doing the same with a guy from the football team a week later.

She'd never pay attention to guys like us. I was a short scrawny loser who ran cross country, and Tarik was your stereotypical Black anime fanboy. We sat together at lunch, and he was always getting into these crazy debates over shows and card games I couldn't keep up with. 

While he was talking, I'd stare at Alyssa, her gigantic tits bouncing with every step, her tight ass stuffed into her jeans, her boyfriend's hand resting on top. It was like there was a world of sexual adventure right in front of me, but I'd be laughed out of the room if I asked for a ticket there.

So, I resigned myself to quiet frustration.

That was, until Tarik convinced me to come over by showing me a video of Alyssa playing with her tits. She reveled in them, squeezed them and stared at them like she'd never seen them before. 

Tarik assured me that if I just did what he said, there'd be more where that came from. He wouldn't reveal how he got the video, no matter how many times I asked.

So that's how I found myself staring down the doorbell of Alyssa Rodriguez's house inside the fanciest neighborhood in town. Thinking of that video and Tarik's promise, I said "fuck it", steeled my courage and pressed.

My heart was thumping as I waited. But when the door opened, the beating only got more intense.

Alyssa answered the door. Wearing nothing but a tiny bra and panties.

She was ravenous.

She grabbed me, taking me by the hand, pulling me in to press her breasts into my chest.

Well, this was new.

Before I could say anything, she walked me over to the living room and threw me back onto the couch. She pulled my pants down, smiling.

"Alyssa? What's going on"

"Shut up and get undressed before I change my mind."

She wrapped her giant tits around my cock and started pumping. Her technique wasn't great, almost like she wasn't used to using her chest like this. I wasn't complaining, though. Every guy at school would kill to be in my shoes right now. I wondered if I was dreaming.

"Ok, you're nice and hard. Time to fuck."

She climbed on top of me, pausing beforehand to face away from me. Alyssa paused before the dick was to enter. "Here goes nothing." She said, holding her breath and shutting her eyes before lowering her body and sliding the dick inside. 

Once it entered, she gasped, moaned and smiled devilishly. 

"It's so... warm. Much better than a dildo." Then bouncing up and down.

We fucked in several positions. All the while, she was absolutely enamored with her tits, enjoying them more than even me. She dug in her pussy, greedy for her clit, moaning furiously.

 It was too much. My eyes locked onto her tits and I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and released, coating her face and tits with cum. 

She was breathless. "That was great, but we're not done. I didn't get my orgasm yet."

"I'm gonna clean up. Start getting hard again."

She left the room. I was alone in her living room. We hadn't even made it up to her bedroom before fucking like animals. I thought she famously had a no sex before dating rule. What had gotten into Alyssa?

My question was answered when I saw the PC in her living room open. I walked over, before seeing the tab open to possession.com.

"Add more time?" Was written in big letters across the screen. A timer was ticking - 1:47:43, 1:47:42, 1:47:41.

Clicking the back arrow, it was open to Alyssa's profile. Apparently, she'd been possessed a bunch.

Review: Alyssa's the latina goddess that is way too hot to be a senior in high school. She'd never go out with an anime nerd like me. It took so long to get her added to the site, but it has been so worth it. After school, I possess her and grab, squeeze and lick my tits until I can't take it anymore. I thought it was gay to finger myself, but I got over that mental hurdle once I realized how good it felt. Orgasmed nonstop for awhile after that, but my fingers stopped cutting it like they once did. I tried dildos, but those got old quick too. Might try the real thing soon, but can't be her boyfriend (been dodging his advances for a month now). Hopefully the pleasure is worth how weird it is to have a dick inside me. 

I looked up from the page to see Alyssa rounding the corner.

"Tarik?" I asked. 

She sat on the couch, legs spread to reveal the pussy I'd just been balls deep inside.

"In the flesh."

Possession.com Experience 7

Natalia - famous Russian model.

Took a bunch to get her acquired for possession (including possessing a few high ranking government officials) but finally got her on the site.

Who's gonna take the first dive? Be sure to leave a review!

Possess her here...

By the way, looking for criticism on the site. What looks good, what doesn't, what features should be added?