Short Trips

"Alright, who's in there now?" I asked, my girlfriend Jessica's body smiling at me after shuddering. She squealed as she looked down, massaging her massive jugs.

"These fucking rule!"

For the last three days, my girlfriend and I have been on vacation. The only problem is my pervy friends also discovered possession.com this weekend and have been using it to take turns taking her over.

First was Matt. I knew something was up when I went in the bathroom and Jessica had a tit stuffed in her mouth. Jess had a love hate relationship with her tits, and was considering a reduction. That's when I knew. My friend Matt spilled the beans after he dropped my girlfriend's tit and I saw right through his bad acting. He confessed about the site and played with Jessica's tits for the rest of the hour. I knew he had a crush on her, but this was too far - an invasion of her privacy. I heard moans but I don't even think he tried anything with her pussy, thank god.

Next, Julian. I thought she was back to normal after she slunk up next to me on the bed, fully clothed. I guess I thought all Matt's teasing had made her horny, because I didn't object when she climbed on top of me and started kissing. Things got hot and heavy, and before long she was riding me, those tits bobbing in my face. It wasn't until after I blew my load that my bisexual friend Julian revealed he was inside. I wanted to hit him, but that would mean hitting Jessica. So, I left the room to walk around. I was heartbroken when I saw Jess's body sitting at the hotel bar, sharing a drink with an equally attractive chick. But mid-sip, she shuddered.

"Where am I?" She asked.

I ran over to her and explained everything. The site, the breast play, the sex. She started crying and we took a walk outside, onto the beach. She was still wearing the bikini Julian had put her in.

"So they can just take over my body and use it to do anything, no matter how embarrassing?" She asked, fearful.

"I'm sorry babe... I don't know what to do."

That's when she shuddered again, grabbing her jugs. Her expression changed instantaneously.

"These fucking rule!"

"Fuck you! You know this is really traumatic for her. Who are you now?!"

"Relax big bro, it's Marley!"

"Marley?!" My friends using the site was obnoxious enough, but they'd let my little sister in on it?

"I'm gonna get so many hot guys in here." She said, smiling. 

Oh no. When would it end?

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Trying something different with a shorter caption. Easier to make, but less unique. I feel like the audio/visual effects are what sets my blog apart. Do you guys like short captions or longer stories better?

Terry's New Body

I reached up for my girlfriend Tara's massive tits bobbing above me. They were so huge, so firm and bouncy. I love the way she rode my dick, that she did it any chance she got. I loved seeing her moan, gripping her tits in her own hands, shuddering and shaking with orgasm after orgasm while smiling into my eyes.

It almost made me forget that she was, in fact, my dad's gay boss Terry.

Terry took an interest in me from a creepily young age. He was always asking my dad how my hockey games went, if I had a girlfriend. My dad actually used to call him "creepy Terry" jokingly during family discussions. Yeah, Terry was an odd guy.

Once I turned 18 and started at the local college, I thought (and hoped) I'd seen the last of Terry. So that's why I was unnerved when he showed up on campus and confessed his feelings for me. 

He said he was madly in love with me, that he'd had feelings for me all these years. He wanted to be with me, and that he'd give anything to make me his. It got weirder, that he envied all the girlfriends I'd had through the years and had imagined himself in their place.

Yeah, fuck that. 

I was a college hockey player, liked chicks, and definitely wasn't gay. Not my thing. So I told him he was a fucking creep and to fuck off. 

So, for the second time, I thought I'd seen the last of him. But then, shit got ten times weirder.

I got a text from Terry's number. 

I soon realized that it was all real. Terry had bought a FirstPersonFemale doll, a female version of himself. He'd bought the "upgrades": two big ones to be specific. I had to admit his new body was stunning.

I hadn't heard of them, but these dolls are basically mechanical robots with human flesh which you can transfer your brain into by wearing a helmet. At least that's what ChatGPT said. It also said these things cost a fucking arm and a leg, so Terry must be serious.

Terry wore the body well. He seduced me, and soon Terry's massive jugs were rubbing up and down my cock. It was weird because the body's face looked exactly like Terry, only if he was a hot chick. I found that just staring at the jugs helped.

So that's how Terry became Tara, my girlfriend. He moved to her body full time and only left her body to eat, drink and pee, basically only the bare minimum to keep his brain alive.

Terry seemed to be loving it inside his new female form. I'd seen him out at bars, grinding on guys, probably sleeping around. I didn't care as long as she came home to fuck me. She said I "popped her cherry", the one who showed her how fun womanhood could be. 

He wanted me to try the body. Take it for a spin. He kept saying how good the orgasms felt, that it was ten times better than being a guy. It sure looked like it when I fucked Terry and made his new cunt quiver around my dick four or five times per night. But that was weird, right? I couldn't try out a chick body without losing some of my masculinity.

That was a problem for the future. Right now, all I cared about was fucking the sexy woman whose tits were shaking right in front of me, my dick loving it but my mind screaming that this was my creepy former stalker. To be honest, with a squirming woman ready and willing anytime, I was willing to forget all that.

Crossing Paths With an Old Mount

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