Shane sat down in the bustling college lecture hall for the second time that week. He was anxious - he'd just taken a test on ancient Assyrian artifacts and their meaning. With applications to doctoral programs going out soon, he'd need a good grade to make sure he would have the best chance possible at admission.
Lisa, a short and mousy woman walked to the podium. Shane and her had bonded over their interest in archaeology, but she was a bit too academic for him. All work, no play.
"Hi everyone. Professor Sigmond is out of town at another conference." Lisa said.
An audible groan could be heard from the crowd.
"I'll be lecturing you today instead. At the end of class, I'll pass back the tests."
"I can't stand her lectures." Shane said to Paxton, the kid to his left.
"I'm leaving." Paxton said. "You coming?"
"I can't. I've gotta get this test back."
"Suit yourself."
So Shane sat there and watched Lisa drone on about the meanings of different runes on old pottery.
"Ahem. Here's your test."
He'd only realized he'd fallen asleep when Lisa put the test right in front of him.
"Sorry, Lisa." Shane said before looking down.
71 percent. A C- wasn't going to cut it for him. He leafed through. Lisa had marked off left and right from his essay. It wasn't fair! He was gonna have to speak to Dr. Sigmond. But he was away at that damn conference.
His office had a sign on it. Do not disturb. Shane stepped in anyway. Artifacts from around the world lined the walls on wooden shelves.
"Something's gotta have his phone number on here. I can feel it." Shane said.
Various deep closets surrounded the room, all stuffed to the brim with books, papers and files all in a stack.
Shane flipped through them, wading behind stacks to find some information of interest. When would Sigmond be back? His interest in archaeology was getting the better of him too. Some of these artifacts had to be rare. Did anyone know they were here? Or were they all part of his private collection?
I was flipping through some papers when out of the corner of my eye I saw it. Out of nowhere, motion flicked into life where there had been none. I looked up, trying my best to hold still and be quiet. Behind the desk, I saw a man with thick glasses, white hair and a beard wearing a sweater and slacks. Professor Sigmond.
"Ahh. I'll never get tired of you Cady." He said. In his hand, he was flipping around what appeared to be a ring. "I'll see you tomorrow for the shoot. Good night my love." He opened a box on his desk, placing the ring inside. He then grabbed his belongings and walked out of the office, whistling a tune. I waited for the door to click shut behind him before moving.
He stepped out from behind my hiding place, papers shifting as he sat them down. He walked towards Professor Sigmond's desk.
Shane had to check it out. He lifted open the top of the small box. Resting inside, on a cushion, was a small golden ring.
Scrawled on the outside in cursive script was a name. Cady. The name glowed with a golden sheen. Why was Professor Sigmond so enthralled by it? Shane rolled it around in his fingers, examining it. Although it looked valuable, what other secrets did it hold?
Absentmindedly, he slipped it on his right ring finger. As it moved up, he felt static move through his body. When it was secure, the world shifted.
"Wha..."
Instantly Shane was in another room, sitting. He heard a woman's voice. Shane didn't see a woman? He looked around.
A turn of his head sent blonde strands of hair into his face. Looking down revealed long lean legs inside some denim shorts. He noticed he was now wearing a black jacket. He unzipped it.
"Not my body." Shane thought to himself.
Something was very off. He had an idea of what was happening, but didn't think it was possible. A phone in a cherry red case was beside me. Shane grabbed it, face ID instantly recognizing his features.
He opened snapchat and held the camera toward his face.
Oh my God. Shane's suspicions were confirmed. This wasn't his body. He was a woman. A... really attractive woman. And where was he? It looked like a bedroom. Eggshell blue bedsheets, a fluffy rug, makeup on the counter. How did all this happen?
The ring!
That had to have been what caused it. One second, putting on the ring, the next, here, in this body.
He looked down at his hands. They were small, feminine and manicured. On one, was a slender silver ring with a small green gemstone. But on closer inspection, the same cursive text had Cady written on the side. Was this the ring, changing to fit my body and outfit?
Taking the ring between two fingers of my other hand, he started pulling it back, off his finger. Immediately, he felt lightheaded. Black spots played at his vision, like he was slowly being disconnected from the senses of this body. Pushing it the opposite direction, he instantly felt firmly rooted in this body once again.
"Who was she? Who was this girl whose body he was inhabiting?" Shane thought.
He opened her phone once again, looking for clues which would tell me who she, who he was. He tapped open her Instagram.
This woman looked like she was some kind of up and coming model. Her name was Cady Metz. Interesting. Her name matched the name on the side of the ring! She had a ton of followers and was posing in all her posts, looking sexy as hell. Her skin was so creamy, her thighs were so full. Not to mention a great pair of tits.
Tits that Shane now had.
He looked down. A deep valley of cleavage emerged from the front of my chest. Two swells of flesh were encased in a lacy white bra. Taking his hand, he lightly teased the skin with the tips of his fingers, the now silver ring glinting as if winking at him.
Now moving my hand down to the front of his chest, he lifted the weight of a breast. It was heavier and firmer than he remembered. He hadn't grabbed a boob since breaking up with his girlfriend six months ago, but hers were little mosquito bites compared to these. He'd always been an ass man anyways.
Speaking of...
He reached a hand behind himself, landing on the denim shorts this body had been wearing. They were filled completely, stretching the fabric of the shorts until they were skin tight. The hips were wide, tapering to thick creamy thighs.
With his new slender fingers and a satisfying "pop" he undid the button holding my shorts together. He took his hands, pushing them under the fabric, lingering on the muscular swell of my ass. He pushed them down, revealing an absence between his legs where my dick once was. A strip of fabric found its way over the flat emptiness of my crotch.
He led my hand down between my legs. His panties had slipped down a bit when removing his pants, so he'd decided to pull them up. When he did, the front of them slipped between his lips, giving him a wedgie where he'd never had one before. Though he felt pressure straining against him, providing a tense, slightly painful tightness, he also felt a small burst of pleasure. He kept pulling up, slowly, again and again. He looked around at the unfamiliar room surrounding me. The gentle bob of the breasts on my chest, the hair falling into his vision.
Wait.
He was in someone else's body. He'd stripped it down and was using it for his own pleasure.
"Professor Sigmond was..." He noted the light softness of his voice. "probably researching this rare artifact. I shouldn't be using it to take advantage of this woman."
He pushed his breasts in towards his chest.
"Then again, this might be my only chance to have a woman this hot all to myself. I can't waste this opportunity."
He pulled the front of his bra down. Two glorious tits fell forward, nipples pointing forward at the mirror in front of him.
"Yeah, no way that I'm passing this up." Shane said.
He took his hands, placing them beneath the panties and moving them aside. Peering down between his breasts, he could see his opening. Two reddish purplish lips framed the inside, which had some inner, darker colored folds which were slightly moist to Shane's first touch. At the top was a small nub, which still had some electric tingles from when he'd been pulling his panties between himself earlier.
He took his fingers, resting them on the nub. "Auhh" He let out some air involuntarily, the slight touch causing an unexpected clench inside his vagina.
He moved the fingers resting on his clit, drawing small, tight circles on himself. He felt the pleasure boil up again, stronger than it had ever been. He threw his head back, hair falling over his shoulder in waves. He clutched his head, reveling in the sensations this body was sending to his brain, mashing his hair against his head in blonde bunches.
Matching his fingers to the beat of the rushes going to his head, he felt the intensity grow. Clutching his bouncing breasts to his chest, he felt his legs shake as his stomach muscles tensed and released rhythmically. He fell backward, a mess of hair and jiggle.
Shane rested on the floor, chest up, letting the last sensations wash over him for what became minutes. He held his hand above his head. On it was the juice from his pussy and the ring. He sucked his fingers dry, enjoying the salty tang of this woman's cunt in her own mouth. Lifting his hand back up, he examined the ring, which he assumed was the magical force that brought him here. He let his other hand play over it, rotating it with a manicured nail. He clutched it between his fingers.
If putting it on brought him here, what would happen if he took it off? He pulled, feeling the disconnect from before.
Boom. All of a sudden he was back in Professor Sigmond's office, in what appeared to be his own body. The ring was gold again. He held the ring between two fingers of his left hand, just off the ring finger of his right hand, where he'd originally placed it. He pushed it back on.
Boom. Laying down, the reek of pussy filling his nostrils. Tits were on his chest. The ring was back on his hand.
Removing it again, he found himself back in Sigmond's office. He placed the ring where he found it, in that ornately carved box on his Professor's desk.
Shane walked home, still reeling from the experience. Did it even really happen? Had he really been inside a blonde bombshell model's body? He loaded up Instagram, typing in Cady's name. Sure enough, her profile was there. That was her alright.
He thought back to what Prof. Sigmond had said. "I'll never get tired of you, Cady." What did that mean? Shane reasoned that what he'd just done, Prof. Sigmond had been doing again and again.
What was the ring? Clearly some type of ancient artifact, Prof. Sigmond being an archaeologist and all. Where was it from? Why was it linked to Cady?
That night, I dreamt of that body. Flashes of Cady's tits, my tits crossed into my vision. I imagined her pussy, between my legs, burning with desire. It was being rubbed, being filled, by something unseen.
When I woke up the feel of it all was still so fresh. Was it all a dream? No, that day, I'd really been inside a woman.
I had to learn more.
After my classes were done for the day I walked into Lisa's office hours.
"Shane, this better not be about your grades again. You know I can't change them." She groaned.
"No, I... uh have a different question this time." I said. "I've heard of an interesting artifact and wanted to research some more about it."
"What artifact?" She said, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, it's this ring. When someone wears it, they possess someone else."
"Possess someone? Shane, stop reading fanfics. This is real life. Artifacts aren't magical. They're just old."
"Well, if something like that was real, where could I read more about it."
"Where did you hear about it to begin with?" She asked.
"Um..." I tried to come up with a response that didn't reveal that I'd broken into Prof. Sigmond's office. "The internet."
"Well read about it on the internet." She laughed.
Shane searched and searched. Nothing came up. Only on an old forum from 2005 did he find something that piqued his interest.
The Lore of the Possession Ring
Background
The Possession Ring, a relic shrouded in mystery and legends, traces its origins to an ancient, secretive order of sorcerers known as the Votarii. The Votarii were renowned for their mastery over the arcane arts of the mind and spirit, seeking to unlock the deepest secrets of the human soul. Among their many powerful creations, the Possession Ring stands out as one of their most enigmatic and dangerous artifacts.
Creation
The creation of the Possession Ring involved a ritual of immense complexity and peril. The Votarii sorcerers utilized rare materials: celestial silver, harvested under a rare alignment of the stars; the essence of a shade, captured at the moment of its demise; and the blood of a willing sacrifice, offered freely and with full knowledge of the consequences. These ingredients were bound together with a series of incantations, each more intricate and dangerous than the last, culminating in the binding of the ring to a specific individual.
True Name: Anima Vinculum
Though commonly known as the Possession Ring, its true name is Anima Vinculum, which translates from the ancient Votarii tongue as "Soul's Bond." This name reflects the deep and binding connection the ring forges between the wearer and the linked individual, as well as the profound consequences of its use.
Magical Powers
The Anima Vinculum's primary power is to allow its wearer to possess the body of the person it is linked to. The process is as follows:
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Disappearance and Transference: Upon wearing the ring, the user vanishes from their current location, their physical form dissolving into a fine, ethereal mist. This mist then travels invisibly to the location of the linked individual.
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Inhabitation: The user's consciousness enters the body of the linked person, effectively taking control of their actions, thoughts, and speech. The original consciousness of the linked individual is suppressed, but not entirely erased; they remain aware, albeit in a dreamlike state, unable to exert control.
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Camouflage: The ring changes its form to match the circumstances and attire of the target at the time of possession.
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Duration and Limitations: The possession lasts as long as the wearer desires, or until they voluntarily relinquish control by removing the ring, wherever it might be. However, prolonged possession can lead to a merging of the two consciousnesses, with potentially disastrous consequences for both.
The Link
The link between the ring and the individual is established through a complex binding spell performed at the time of the ring's creation. This spell requires a deep, intimate knowledge of the target's soul, often necessitating a personal connection or a powerful, invasive ritual. The link is permanent and unchangeable, making the choice of target a matter of great significance and caution.
History and Notable Incidents
Over the centuries, the Possession Ring has surfaced in various historical records, often associated with tales of sudden personality changes, inexplicable disappearances, and political intrigue. Some of the most notable incidents include:
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The Vanishing Monarch: In the Kingdom of Eldoria, the sudden change in behavior of King Aric the Wise, who transformed from a benevolent ruler into a tyrant overnight, was later attributed to the use of the Possession Ring by his ambitious brother, who coveted the throne.
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The Disgraced General: During the War of the Two Suns, General Liora of the Northern Reaches was accused of betraying her own forces. It was later revealed that an enemy spy had used the Possession Ring to control her actions and sabotage the Northern army from within.
Current Status
The current whereabouts of the Possession Ring are unknown. Some believe it lies forgotten in a long-lost Votarii temple, waiting for a new master to uncover its secrets. Others claim it has passed through the hands of various shadowy figures, each using it to further their own mysterious agendas. What is certain is that the Possession Ring remains one of the most powerful and feared artifacts in the realm, a testament to the dangerous ingenuity of the ancient Votarii sorcerers.
Warnings and Precautions
Those who seek the Possession Ring are often warned of its perilous nature. The ring's power is seductive, but it exacts a heavy toll on both the wearer and the possessed. The merging of minds can lead to madness, the loss of one's own identity, or the permanent entrapment of both souls in a limbo state. Only those with the strongest wills and the clearest intentions should dare to use it, lest they fall victim to the very power they sought to wield.
Thus, the legend of the Possession Ring endures, a dark and alluring chapter in the annals of arcane lore, a symbol of the boundless ambition and perilous hubris of those who would seek to control the souls of others.
The Anima Vinculum? Seemed like an old name. And he'd never heard of any Votarii people in any of my history books. But it did fit the powers of the ring he'd worn to a T.
As the days passed Shane kept dreaming of the ring. The power it held, the power to be inside another. Especially someone as beautiful as Cady. The time he'd spent in her blended together with the dreams he'd been having. It seemed less and less real by the day.
By this point, Shane had followed her on Instagram. She was regularly doing photoshoots for a bunch of brands, some on her own. Though she liked to show some skin, it was never nude. One photo, however, made me stop cold in his tracks. On her hand was a silvery ring. The same form the ring had taken when he'd been in Cady. She was being possessed.
Having a boatload of pictures of that woman online, knowing he'd been in her, what she felt when her tits were squeezed and her clit was rubbed made her irresistible. He was ashamed by it, but he'd been rubbing one out to her every chance he got.
That Sunday, after writing for hours, Shane had to at least try going back. He walked over to the building, finding the professor's office. The door was locked, but easily carded open. He walked over to the carved box, opening it. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that golden ring inside. Before he could be found, he slipped it on.
Instantly he was somewhere else. He was outside, laying flat. He felt his tits pressing into the soft fabric of a cushion, and his hair partially obscured his view. In front of him was a bald, tattooed man holding a camera. Giant lights were pointed his way, even though it was midday. He was at a modelling shoot.
"That was great Cady! Take a look at these pics." He showed Shane the backside of the camera, showing a vision of beauty, showing him.
"Ok Cady, go ahead and get changed for your next scene. Everyone, take 20."
He stood up, not knowing where to go. Shane had just landed here, had no idea where the changing room was.
"Excuse me, Mr. Director?" Shane said, towards the bald man.
"Mr. Director. That's new." He said smirking.
"I'm not sure where my changing room is, can you show me?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
He started walking back inside the house.
Midway back, he took Shane's hand. He wasn't sure what was happening, but went with it. He needed to keep up appearances. As soon as they entered the room, he shut the door and pushed him up against the wall.
"I knew you couldn't stay away, you horny bitch." He started kissing Shane's lips.
Not how Shane envisioned spending his Sunday.
"Wait... I ah" Shane replied. He tried to get him to stop, but it was undeniable that his body was warming beneath the man.
Before long, Shane felt himself reciprocating. His hands reached up to squeeze Shane's tits, which were buzzing with warmth. His clit and vaginal lips had the same sensation and he felt them throbbing with want.
"I can't... I don't know." He said. The man picked Shane up and laid him on his back. Staring into his eyes, he lowered himself down to Shane's pussy. He licked up and down the length and he threw his head back, his mouth dropping open with pleasure.
"I love how you go wild when I lick your pussy." He said.
He stood up, lining up his dick with Shane's hole, which was, by this point, dripping wet. Any protest in him was replaced with pure, unbridled lust.
It was then he realized the bracelet he'd been wearing had the name "Cady" on it. No rings were on his fingers. It looked like the ring had changed forms once again to suit this body's needs. Shane was wondering how it decided which form to take when the man's cock slammed into his needy cunt and blew all consciousness from his mind.
Shane threw his body's blonde head back, pure ecstasy painted on his temporary face. His tits bounced toward him and he loved to stare at them, watching the force cause the nipples to invert. He periodically grabbed them, urging the pleasure ever further. Shane made Cady's manicured hands dig in her cunt, across her clit to multiply the already immensely strong sensations.
The constant stimulation overwhelmed him and he felt his legs clap together. The sensations in his cunt became too strong and he pushed the man away as he felt quakes rock his form.
"It was cute how you acted like you weren't interested." The man said. "We both know you're a total orgasm addict."
As Shane felt himself returning from the state of whiteout bliss, he felt the tingle in his vagina return. He got up, his hair falling down and into his face. He pushed the man onto his back, rubbing his cock to make it stand to attention once again.
"You really are a horny bitch." The man said.
Shane lowered himself down onto the man's dick, facing away so he could distract himself from the fact he was well and truly fucking another man. The truth was, the sensations this woman's body was feeling were too much to deny.
He bounced on the cock again and again, the man's hips pushing up to meet him halfway. His tits sprang up into his face and the man was more than eager to reach around Shane's slender frame and give his temporary tits a squeeze.
"Play with my clit." Shane said, in between moans.
The man was more than happy to do so, laying a hand on Shane's button and driving him mad. The sensations made him cum again, his breath catching in his throat, his vagina rhythmically pulsating, pleasure in every corner of the body he inhabited.
Shane left the shoot feeling well and truly fucked. He smirked to himself. Now having had sex with a man, he knew what this body could feel like. He needed more.
Walking out to the parking lot, He reached into Cady's purse. Her keys were for a Mercedes and clicking the horn button helped him find a sporty convertible. Plugging in Cady's address, he zipped away. Driving through the hills in a top tier car, in a top tier body was way better than any paper on ancient roman columns.
Finally, Shane pulled into her place. A decent sized, meticulously maintained Spanish style house waited for him. Walking in was such a thrill.
Who would ever suspect something mysterious was happening behind the scenes as Cady walked into her own house? Shane felt like a burglar who'd just gotten away with the perfect crime as he walked into her place, taking it in for the first time. The house was amazing too, great size in a rich part of the city. Cady must either be a big time model, or have a sugar daddy. Or ten.
He noticed a picture frame with a familiar face. Professor Sigmond. Looks like he'd been living in this body quite a bit. He'd really made himself at home in Cady's house, and from the looks of it, life.
Shane caught glimpses of his reflection in the frame. This woman's body was a literal ten out of ten. Not sure how the ring had come to be linked to her, but the choice couldn't have been better.
Now that Shane was alone, he could enjoy this body some more. At her own house, why wear clothes?
He needed to get back soon. But before that, he needed to check things out, see what he could learn from being in this house that belonged to Cady/Sigmond.
On her phone, he noticed a table full of lined papers. They were all filled with the same line, written on them multiple times. One said "I will work out and eat light every day to keep my figure." Not a crazy thing to say, except it was written down hundreds of times on different sheets. Shane wrote it as well, noticing the words looked the same. Cady's handwriting.
One said. "Becoming a top model is everything. I will have sex with anyone necessary to move up." Explained why the man today said she was always ready and willing.
"I am desperately in love with Eugene Sigmond" That one kind of gave it away. It seemed like Sigmond was framing himself as some type of love interest or agent. But what did writing do? Shane remembered something being mentioned about the possessed person being semi conscious. Did that have anything to do with it?
He went up to the bedroom, where he'd been before and masturbated in Cady. Exploring more, he found a closet loaded with clothes he could wear to make this body look pretty. A drawer nearby was loaded with panties. Holding some in one hand, he looked both ways before taking a big whiff.
"Not weird if they're my panties" Shane laughed to himself. "What's this?"
Below some of the panties was a flesh colored dildo. Remembering how good it felt earlier, when that man had buried his dick inside him, making him cum so hard made his pussy twitch. He knew that he'd been gone for hours now, that Sigmond could come back at any time. "One more orgasm. Then I'm gone."
He took the dildo and walked over to the shower. Turning it on, he took great pleasure in lathering his body up. When he was good and wet, he rubbed the dildo all up and down his body.
He felt himself warm and warm inside. His vagina was tingling... it needed release. Taking the dildo, he rubbed it up and down his slick lips. Stuffing it inside was the best feeling ever. Like an immense weight off his shoulders, except a massive rush went to his skull.
Putting his hands up to his tits, he grabbed and squeezed. Having so much to play with was amazing for Shane, much better than masturbating as a guy. He flicked his wrist, each motion sending another blast of pleasure through him, which seemed endless. His breathing sped, then caught, then he shot into the stratosphere for another orgasm, causing his face to become beet red.
Wave after wave came and went, and pumping the dildo kept them coming. It didn't need to stop like it did with a dick; the end of each orgasm was the start of another. It kept going until Shane's muscles gave out, but his pussy still craved more. Even though it ached with a dull soreness, he still felt like his pussy was ready to take more of that amazing dildo.
Slinking back onto his padded ass, he breathed deeply as the pleasure fell over him. Leaving him in a state of nirvana. He knew he was going soon, so he took advantage of his last moments in this body, grabbing a tit, resting a hand on his sore and spent clit.
He decided to dress his body. Cady could become aware right after he left, so he threw on a loose button up which was on her bed and some athletic shorts. Easy stuff since throwing on a bra seemed out of Shane's wheelhouse.
Pulling off the ring, which was a bracelet now, he found himself back in Prof. Sigmond's office. Looking at Lisa. Who was looking at him.
She was holding a stack of papers, placing them down on Prof. Sigmond's desk. Her mouth dropped open in a look of shock, her wide lensed glasses framing even wider eyes.
"Shane?!?" She said. "Did you just... appear?"
"Um. Lisa... Yeah, I guess."
"How is this happening?" She asked. "Wait. What's that you're holding?" She gestured at the ring.
"It's what I was telling you about. The ring! It's a magical artifact."
"That's it. The magical ring of possession?"
"The possession ring is what I've been calling it, but yeah. Here. Try it on."
Lisa took the ring. Curious now, she examined it, before slipping it on. When she did, she instantly vanished, disappearing into a puff of gas which vanished as quickly as she had.
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Lisa landed in an unfamiliar body as it was just buttoning up its shirt.
"What? A woman? When you wear the ring you possess a woman?" Lisa asked, looking around, seeing the blonde hair, feeling the larger breasts bouncing on her chest.
"Jeez Shane, what were you doing in here?" She finished buttoning up her shirt.
Staring in the mirror, this woman was truly beautiful. "Who wouldn't want to possess her." She asked herself.
"Oh my God. Don't tell me." She spotted the dildo laying on the ground. "Did he really... use that on this woman? Even when they're not guys, all they can think about is sex. Disgusting."
Continuing to walk around, she spotted some photos of this body, printed out and laying on the countertop. They had the logos of modeling agencies, likely from some type of shoot or something. In them, the woman's body was baring all to see, leaving little to the imagination.
"They're making this girl flash her tits and ass everywhere!" Lisa yelled. "I wouldn't have put this past Shane, but could Professor Sigmond do this? No. This has to be Shane."
Just then, she saw a text pop up on the phone on the countertop. She walked over to read it. A man named Doug wrote: "Today was amazing Cady. I'm feeling horny again. Wanna come by for another round?"
Lisa's mouth dropped open in shock. They were using this woman. Whoring her out for their own sexual pleasure, getting some perverse joy from stealing all autonomy from this woman, using her to live out some depraved fantasy they'd certainly consider too disgusting for their own life.
She imagined who this woman was before she was possessed. Probably a woman with hopes and dreams of a prosperous career, successful in school but annoyed that she could only be seen for her looks by so many men. Unwavering, she pushed forward. But then, her body was taken over, turned into a sexual caricature for these two voyeurs, leaving her as a human version of an R rated Sims game.
Scrolling through more texts, she saw other threads between her and more male sounding names. More worrisome, there were enthusiastic replies. "I'd love to meet up with you... as long as you promise I'm the cover girl for Cheetahs this month."
"Baby, you help me, I help you." Read the reply.
Lisa had seen enough. She grabbed the ring, pulling it off.
She instantly reappeared in the office.
"Lisa? Oh, amazing! You're back." Shane said. "Wasn't Cady's body so much fun?"
"Fun? What do you mean fun." She replied.
"Well, did you... take it for a test drive?"
"NO I DID NOT TAKE IT FOR A TEST DRIVE!" Lisa yelled. "You're a fucking pervert, you know that? That's a woman's life you've ruined! I'm taking this to Professor Sigmond."
"Wait! Lisa! Don't!" Shane chased Lisa out of the room, trying to block her. He begged and pleaded with her, til she walked into a room where Professor Sigmond spoke to a student.
"So, the Assyrian runes here mean..." Sigmond started in a soft voice. He looked over, looking through thick glasses at me, then Lisa, then the ring.
"I need to step out. Keep reading chapter four." He said, walking towards us and the door. "You two. My office. Now."
"Why were you in my office after hours." Professor Sigmond said. "You know, I should have you both referred to the disciplinary committee."
"I was dropping off papers, and I see this guy appear out of thin air, holding that!" She pointed at the ring, now resting on the desk.
"Mr. Cardoza, what excuse do you have for being in my office, looking through my desk."
Shane started. "Lisa gave me another C on my paper. I was trying to find you! At least, a way of contacting you. You're always on these conferences, or excavations."
"Well, both of you are in the wrong. But, I'll give you a chance. After all, it's my fault for leaving my office open. If you can both swear you'll forget what you've seen, I'll let you go with only a warning."
"No chance!" Lisa said. "I know what Shane's been doing in that body. Taking pictures in bikinis, using her dildo, having sex!"
"So you've both been inside Cady." They both nodded.
"If you must know, it was me who's been doing those things in Cady, long before Shane came into the picture."
"You're disgusting, Professor Sigmond." Lisa spat.
"I have no desire to leave my current life. But, when I discovered the ring on an expedition to the middle east and deciphering some runes which described its meaning, I ended up performing the ritual to someone who would give me a fun escape from my life. So, I chose a girl who had few prospects, working as a low level model after scraping through school."
"That still doesn't make it right!" Lisa said.
"Silence!" Sigmond broke his even keeled personality until now. "Or failing your PhD will be the least of your worries."
"I've been using her life as a personal project of mine. I helped her reinvent her look, losing weight, fixing her hair, making the right connections. Of course, I used her amazing body to open some doors."
"Is it true you can plant suggestions in her head?" Shane asked.
"You have a genuine interest in this artifact!" Sigmond said. "Well, since you asked. The Anima Vinculum keeps the host in a dreamlike state. What you do will seem like something they've seen while asleep, like a subconscious message. So, you can plant general suggestions, not make overt commands. Anything too far off from her natural personality will be ascribed to a wild dream."
"So, you have to change her personality slowly?" Shane asked. Lisa's face was boiling over with rage. This didn't seem to phase Prof. Sigmond.
"Exactly!" You get it.
"This is OVER!" Lisa said. "I'm leaving. Telling everyone. Do what you want to my PhD. Once they see what you've been doing in this woman, you'll be done!" She left, slamming the door.
"Typical bleeding heart. Considering the feelings of others, neglecting the potential locked behind these magical artifacts."
Sigmond continued. "Let her tell. What will they believe? That a man is taking over a woman's body using a magic ring? Or an already promiscuous woman became even more slutty."
"So, you're planning to move to her body permanently one day?" Shane asked.
"Unsure. From what I've read, my personality will blend with hers, becoming one. But, if I can change her, making her close to my own personality over time, I can move in with little change."
"Until then?"
"I'll use her body for a bit of fun." Sigmond mentioned. "Speaking of..." He walked back towards a cabinet. Opening it, he reached into a drawer, removing a box. From the box, removing a ring.
"Since I can't keep track of Cady all the time from within her body, I linked a ring to one of her neighbors who'd been a friend of hers. Nobody too cute, since I didn't want to get distracted from Cady. But, if you want to meet me "on the other side" for some lesbian fun, come over to Cady's." He gave me the ring.
Shane just nodded.
Sigmond winked, then slipped on Cady's ring. He disappeared into a wisp.
Shane took the ring the professor had handed him. Slipping it on, he reappeared in a bed, under the covers, an arm around him. He noticed it was a man's arm, and his own arms were now slender and hairless. A woman's arm. He pushed it off, walking out the door.
"Leaving me here baby?" The man's groggy voice said.
"Be back soon." My high pitched one replied.
Shane walked down the street in this woman's form, to where he remembered Cady's house was. He found the door unlocked, so he walked upstairs, to Cady's room. There, he found her.
She was already fluffing her hair, testing her face and its expressions, taking photos of her immaculate body.
"I knew you'd join me." Professor Sigmond said, from inside Cady. " How's the view? This body from the outside must be such a trip for you. Especially after being in the driver's seat yourself."
"It's pretty crazy, that's for sure." Shane responded. "Who's this girl anyway?" Gesturing to himself.
"Does it matter? She's nowhere near Cady. Just a female body so you won't stop cumming after one measly orgasm with this goddess."
Shane and his professor peeled clothes off each other, kissing, Cady straddling Shane's new form. She pushed him onto his back. Smirking, she planted her lips on his hardening nipple, her large tits swinging beneath her.
Shane's tits were on fire, nipples hardening to diamonds. His pussy was sopping wet and dripping more and more by the second. Cady's hands were all over Shane's body, rubbing up and down, teasing him, not touching the only part that needed release.
Soon, she kissed her way down his body. Pausing above his cunt, taking a moment to smile up at him. Then, she planted her mouth on his cunt. She swished her tongue back and forth, each motion bumping over his clit and sending pleasure through him. With a pop, his clit was taken into her mouth, sucked and released. Each motion was like a tease of his dick. All the while, he saw the incredible tits of the woman he'd inhabited swing, framed by his feminine legs. He'd inhabited that body, used it to cum. Now, it was their toy, reveling in his deepest pleasure.
Chuckling, she parted his labia and stuffed two fingers inside. Curling them, she hit a spot that only a dick had hit for Shane before. Professor Sigmond clearly had some firsthand experience in what girls wanted. She moved her fingers back and forth, each pump pushing up against his deepest pleasure button.
Shane was panting now, moaning in his feminine voice. His hips bucked, rocking towards Professor Sigmond's Cady-lips and moving fast. She put her fingers right on his clit, rubbing back and forth. The feeling was amazing. But it was the sight that sent him off. Her fingers planted on his clit.
His clit.
The thought sent Shane into overdrive. He watched Cady lick, suck and fingerfuck him as he buzzed with delight. He was whited out in a never ending surge of lightning bliss.
Several hours later, orgasms later, Shane was snuggled up next to Cady's body.
"I'm so glad I learned about the ring. Going without this would be impossible." Shane said.
"The power of the ring has enraptured and corrupted many a mortal soul." Professor Sigmond said. "We are no different."
"Now, all we can do is enjoy the ride."
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An exploration of a concept from the first story I ever wrote. Let me know if you enjoyed.
- Block.
