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 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, ass clapping, 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.

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? 

Reviews

Added ability for you to write reviews on possession.com. Have fun.

No Longer Her Thoughts

Probably the best caption I've ever come across was written on OpenTGC a few years ago by someone called r42. Since then, it's fallen into disrepair with a dead image link. I thought it would be an easy project to revitalize it, add back the original image and even a few more. Hope you enjoy.

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What I'd do to have a dick again to tit fuck her, Kelsey thought to herself as she admired a trio of bikini clad young women walking past her. The one that had caught her attention was the women in the middle dressed in a solid blue bikini. Her breasts weren't as good as her own, that was a given, wherever Kelsey went she knew she had the best pair in the room or on the beach, but they were pretty damn close to perfect. Kelsey felt her bikini bottom grow a little bit wetter.

It had been a year and a half since Kelsey left her old life. She was a good Mormon girl who had never tasted alcohol and prayed every night before bed. She promised her body to Nicholas, the one man she had ever truly loved, and she took pride as a special education teacher. That all changed on a chilly February morning. That morning she did the impossible, she fingered herself for the very first time. She didn't leave her apartment at all, with no warning to her school that she would need a substitute. When she wasn't vigorously exploring her body she would spend the passing moments looking the mirror as if she had never seen herself before. She would find herself saying things she would never say like "Fuck these tits are huge," or "Do you want to fuck me? I wanna fuck me," and "What's your name girl? You look like a Candi, with an i, because you are the best piece of eye candy I've ever laid my eyes on."  She didn't know why she was doing what she was doing, but she was compelled to.

The next day she rummaged through her wardrobe and was disappointed by the lack of revealing outfits, not even her bras were sexy. That had to change. She drove herself to the nearest mall and went on the largest shopping spree in her life. Nothing she bought was allowed to hide skin. She bought bras a size to small to to really emphasize her breasts, she purchased her first two piece swimsuit and dresses that road a little too high on her thighs. She had to make multiple trips to the car to load everything up. By the end of the day she had spent over two grand on a new wardrobe. When she got home she tossed everything boring out, which amounted to her entire old wardrobe save a few pairs of socks. That night she took her new wardrobe out for a spin and ended the night in infidelity.

For the next few weeks she would continue the cycle of pleasing herself all day, playing dress up and then bringing random men and women home. She even used her curves of seduction to get Nicholas in bed, but his faith was too strong. But she didn't care, with a body like her's she could score anybody she wanted. That night she brought another man home, completely disregarding her boyfriend of eight years. Who had stayed the night to make sure she was alright after her unexpected change of personality. Their eight year relationship ended the instance she kicked him out of the room to fuck the stranger she had brough home. Honestly she felt sorry for Nicholas for not heeding her requests, he had no idea what he was missing out on by not getting a piece of her. Maybe he was secretly gay?

Sometimes she would get cases of amnesia, she would forget her passwords and bank PINs, who her friends were, and simple things like her name. On more than one occasion she had given the name Gregory before catching herself and correcting it to Kelsey. It felt as if something got inside of her that she wasn't fully tapped into that was controlling her actions and her thoughts.

After her lease expired in May she left Utah for good and made a b-line towards Miami. It was a fresh start, no more baggage of her old life she could be anybody she wanted to be. So she changed her name to Candi. As Candi she would be a star, and so she became one. It wasn't long before she made her first buck taking the most massive cock she had ever had inside her while another one she held firmly between her lips, all the while a film crew watched. By the end of the the summer she had made more than she ever made as a teacher. They say if you work a job you love you feel as if you never worked a day in your life, that statement was even more true when your job is making love. It sure as hell beat working at a dead-end call center. Wait a call center? She was a teacher. Where did that thought come from?

On some nights memories of sitting in a call center somewhere in Iowa would come to her. She recalled taking questions from people who's fridges, washers, dryers and other household appliances were having issues and dispatching repair men and women to address them. She remembered going home and drinking half a six pack every night as she watched the Office on Netflix for her thousandth time and finishing off the night with a quick fap. She needed something, and she needed a young attractive body to do with it. Taking a man's body would be great, but she had been a man for over fifty years, she wanted something different a women's body would be nice, plus they got paid more in porn. Oh to be paid to be pretty and fuck all day, that was the life! So she started looking for a body to ta- and wait a minute... What the fuck were these memories? They felt so wrong but so real, like they were a part of her life, but she never even been to Iowa and the only job she had ever had was that of a special ed teacher. Why was she thinking these things? As time went on he thoughts and actions felt less and less like her own and more like invisible strings that were pulled to compel her to do one thing over the other. And worst of all she liked what she was thinking and doing.

Other times she would just simply lay out in the Miami sun and play with her tits, wondering how she managed to get through life without them just a few months ago. Women were blessed with such powerful assets, she wished more women would understand that.

As an actress she had to keep her body in good condition. Kelsey used to love exercising, but the thought of running or any sort of physical exercise now disgusted her, she had to find motivation. So she registered for an all women's gym, one that had a reputation for being the place for models and trophy wives of Miami to go to. In the locker rooms she would spend a little more time than was usually acceptable admiring the patrons. She'd put on a pushup bra and the shortest shorts she owned and hit the treadmill for half an hour before seeing a trainer. Turns out exercising could be fun if you make the best out of it.

By the next April she had upgraded from her small studio apartment to a full fledge condo high rise that overlooked the beach fifty-seven stories below. Just in time for swimsuit season! On her days off she would sip margaritas on the surf and admire the women and men passing by. She would daydream of taking them home and doing unspeakable things with them, and sometimes she did. Thank god I don't have a penis anymore, she would think to herself whenever she became aroused in her two piece, as her time at the beach typically ended up with a wet bikini bottom without ever setting foot in the ocean.

Another pair of girls around her age walked by, both of them had amazing breasts almost rivaling her own. Again she found herself fantasizing about tit fucking them all night long. Fuck, that was the one thing she hated about being a woman: you can't tit fuck, only be tit fucked. Sure there were toys you could use, but they weren't the same. Her crotch grew wetter and wetter, she hadn't been laid since work two days ago and needed some loving. Perhaps they'd be down for a three way.

Kelsey approached the girls who had just seated themselves the bar. She seated herself and ordered her fourth margarita for the day. She wanted to talk to the girls, but her mind kept on going back to tit fucking. She imagined the thought of her throbbing penis sliding up and down between the girl's breasts her waist gyrating with a mind of its own. She imagined climaxing and watching the girls take it as her cum shot from her penis straight in their mouths. The thought was so vivid, as if she had done it before. For never having a penis she certainly remembered owning one a lot!

"Fuck I could use a nice tit fuck," she said aloud. The two girls looked at her and gave each other confused looks. She winked at them, confusing the two even more. They were pretty but they lacked the right appendage to satisfy her needs. Instead she took her drink and approached two men sitting on the far side of the bar. She might not have the right thing between her legs to fuck their tits, so she settled for what she had. She had the tits and the men had dicks to shove straight between them. She wasn't leaving the beach empty chested.

Prequel