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.

Short Stories

Some short posts using TikToks I didn't know how to fit into a longer story. Enjoy.

Teasing's Easier With Tits

"You wish you had these tits." My friend Ammad taunted me from inside his mount's body.

My friend Ammad recently acquired bodyhopping powers from a magic scroll he'd gotten from a weird shop in the mall that I'd never seen before. Ever since, he'd been living it up. Hot chick? Hop her. Want to fuck her? Hop her boyfriend. Bad grades? Hop the teacher. 

His favorite pastime recently had been taunting me. He just hopped Maile, the hottest girl in our college and texted me. 

Everleigh Ever After

I huffed and puffed as I drove off the farm. "Why would he put up with them?" I wanted to get back to civilization as I pulled back onto the country road lined with oaks and saw the sign. 50 miles to New Orleans. I didn't care where I was headed, as long as I was going away from here.

I wasn't sure what Jamal saw in that girl. She was alright, but her family? They were actually insane. I thought about the day's events as I rounded the curves. As crazy as they were, I couldn't quite shake it. Through the hatred, was there... attraction?

Earlier that day, I'd pulled the opposite way, turning into the driveway of that old southern home. The sun had been a hot, unforgiving presence, beating down on the metal roof of my car. I stepped out, feeling the sticky humidity immediately cling to me. The house was a large estate on an old farm, with wraparound porches and rocking chairs. Though it reeked of money, it was surrounded by fields and a couple of barns. I shuddered. A confederate flag flew from above the barn's wide doors. 

"What the hell are you doing here, Jermaine??" I said to myself, under my breath. 

Knocking on the door, Jamal answered first. 

"Big bro, what is this?" I asked. 

"Just play nice with her family, bruh. She's my fiance. She's not like them." He said softly into my ear as he pulled me in close as he dapped me up.

I was about to plan my next reply when I heard a man's voice.

"You Jamal's kin?" He said in a deep Louisiana drawl. "I'm Ethan, Kristi's dad."

He was probably in his mid-50s, with a beer belly that looked like it had been marinated in cheap beer and sunscreen. He had a camouflage hat on and was wearing a shirt that had seen better days. 

"Come on in, dinner's almost ready." He said. He was greeting us in a way that was welcoming, but showed defeat, like he was resigned to the fact his daughter was dating a black man who'd brought his brother into his home. 

I sat down at a table in an old country kitchen. I had to admit the food smelled great. Kristi's mom, Marge was cooking away, and I saw some collard greens on the stove and mac and cheese, fresh out the oven on the table. Maybe my family and theirs did have more similarities than different. After all, we were both southern.

As soon as I felt myself get comfortable, I heard the TV going. Fox News. "He's finally going to drain the swamp." One of the anchors said. I felt a hand on my back which made me jump. 

"Arent'cha glad one of our own is back in the White House?" It was Ethan. 

"Uhh... yeah." I responded. I was going to say more, but I saw Jamal's eyes staring daggers at me. I knew him well enough to know that meant: "Shut up and don't make a scene." I bit my tongue.

Kristi finally came downstairs, and we exchanged pleasantries. She was a lot more bearable. I could see why my brother liked her. She had flowing blonde hair and a tight, athletic body. 

"You haven't stormed out yet. That's better than I thought you'd do." Kristi said in her southern accent, kissing Jamal on the cheek.

"Don't count your chickens before they've hatched. We haven't even eaten yet!" I responded, laughing.

"Dinner's ready!" Marge yelled. "Kristi, go get your sister."

"Mom! I'm already here." I heard a voice say. I turned around.

"Who's that?" I couldn't help but say.

"That's Everleigh Anne. My little sis!" Kristi said. "Jamal's never mentioned I have a sibling?"

"No he hasn't." I replied. I could see why. Everleigh was basically a younger version of Kristi with bigger tits. WAY bigger tits. I thought, as I sat down to eat. "Could they have picked a more stereotypical white trash name?" I said to myself internally as we got ready to eat.

Now that I noticed, there were a bunch of photos of her up around the house. For a christian family, she was showing quite a bit of skin, I thought to myself, but like before, biting my tongue.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled, "So what do you do up in the big city, Jermaine?" Marge asked as she placed a plate of food in front of me.

"I'm a petroleum engineer," I replied, trying to keep my tone even.

"So you're one of those computer nerds, huh?" Ethan said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he sat down with a plate piled high with food. "Must be nice, not having to get your hands dirty."

"Everleigh, will you say grace for us?" Marge said, smiling at her daughter, who was texting away on her phone. "And put that dang phone up, the girls from the sorority can wait!"

"Oh, sure." Everleigh said, rolling her eyes before she began to pray in her own soft, southern drawl. "Dear Lord Jesus, bless this food we are about to receive from thy bountiful table, and bless the hands that prepared it and mouths that consume it, even though they be those of the color of the devil's own shadow. Amen." She immediately went back to texting.

"Now Everleigh, be respectful of our guests." Ethan said, chuckling and starting to eat.

I looked at Jamal. Did she seriously just say that? Everyone else was eating like nothing had happened, even Kristi. He gave me the same icy stare. I pursed my lips tight and moved on. Just one dinner. I could get through this, then I'd never have to come back.

The rest of dinner was ok, not so overt. Sure, there was plenty of talk of right wing politics, and how America was losing it's "Christian values", but there wasn't anything so targeted like Everleigh had made earlier. Where did that girl get off? Coming downstairs just to text on her phone through dinner with her sister's possible future husband? It was clear that she was her parents' little princess and did whatever she wanted. Being a hot white girl, she probably got whatever she wanted at that college of hers as well. She'd never have to work a day in her life! I couldn't help but stare at her. Her light brown eyes, her beautiful body. How could such a pretty package harbor such hate?

Being frustrated, I decided to stir the pot. "How's college, Everleigh?" I asked, her nose buried in her phone, which was clad in a hot pink case. She looked up, irritation flashing across her face. "It's fine," she replied, not bothering to elaborate.

"What are you studying?" I pushed, smiling sweetly. She rolled her baby brown eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder before setting her phone down, taking a deep breath. "I'm majoring in Communications." she said, her voice exasperated at the simple question I'd asked.

"That's admirable. And is there a man in your life?" I asked, smiling.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why do you care?"

"Just making conversation," I replied, shrugging.

"Well, if you must know, I'm single at the moment. I'm waiting for the right man. A good, Christian, Republican man. Too many sissies out there these days. Can't find one who knows how to handle a rifle and respects the sanctity of marriage," Everleigh said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "You wouldn't know much about that, would you."

"No, I wouldn't." I responded.

"Hmph." It was accompanied by a knowing glance, and was all she said before looking back down at her phone. I hated how she had this "holier than thou" attitude, while being the most disrespectful person by far at the table. She'd hit the genetic lottery with her pretty face and curvy body, but there was nothing of any beauty beneath the surface. She hadn't learned any respect from her traditional family, at least not enough to treat someone like me, who was different than her, with common dignity.

So when I finally left, I was more than relieved, but carried some stress with me. Jamal had tried to calm my nerves before leaving, and Kristi had apologized for how her sister had acted, but the feeling still lingered. 

So after parking my car at my hotel in New Orleans, I decided to wander out into the touristy areas for some drinks. The first bar I stumbled into was crowded with a mix of locals and tourists, and the music was a blend of jazz and blues that seemed to seep into the very soul of the city. I ordered a Sazerac from the bartender, a drink I hadn't had since college. The whiskey burned down my throat, leaving a pleasant warmth that spread through my body. It was a classic New Orleans cocktail, and just the first step in my plan to forget the day's events. One drink became two, then three, before I decided I'd had enough and it was time to head back and turn in for the night.

The walk home was typical as you'd expect from the Big Easy. Drunk bar goers, Jazz echoing in the distance. The night was in full swing, so I decided to get off the main street to dodge the crowds. But on my walk off, I saw something catch my eye. It was a neon sign down a dark alleyway, which swung over a door which was little more than a hole in the wall. The sign read: "Mama Redoux, Fortune Teller". I'm not sure why, but I was drawn in. Maybe it was a "When in Rome" moment, but I felt like right then, it was something worth doing. 

Walking inside, I found a dimly lit room filled with the scent of incense and the faint sound of drums beating in the background. A heavy velvet curtain separated the small antechamber from whatever lay beyond, and a woman sat behind a table draped with a red cloth, her eyes locked on me. She was frail and thin, with dark ebony skin. She had the self assuredness in her eyes that told me she didn't need strength to get what she wanted. She had her hair twisted into braids, and atop her head was a purple turban. Her hands were adorned with so many bracelets and rings, I wondered how her frail arms could lift them up at all.

"You lookin' for somethin' special, dear?" she asked in a thick, Creole accent.

"Just a quick fortune." I said, taking a seat in the chair opposite her.

"Take a seat."

Mama Redoux took my hand, her eyes half closed as she began to murmur incantations that seemed to be a mix of French and something else. She had a strange grip, firm but gentle, and her hands were as cold as ice.

"You got somethin' on your mind, cher," she said, her eyes snapping open to look at me. "It's a girl, ain't it?"

"Yeah." I said. "Although it's... a bit of an odd situation. I know it's wrong, but I can't get my mind off of her."

Mama Redoux leaned back in her chair, her eyes still on my palm. "Ah, but the heart wants what it wants, don't it? And sometimes, it takes a little... nudge... to get what you truly desire." She said, her smile widening.

"You're not suggesting I put a spell on her, are you?" I chuckled nervously.

Mama Redoux's smile grew wider. "Not exactly, baby. But I can teach you somethin' that might give you a... different perspective."

The way she emphasized "different" made me sit up straighter. "What's that?" I asked, intrigued despite myself.

"It's a bit of old magic, baby," she said, her eyes gleaming. "A way to understand what it's like to walk in another's shoes."

"Voodoo?" I asked.

Mama Redoux chuckled. "Some call it that. But it's just a way to even the scales, honey. Folks like us have been doing it to folks like them for centuries now."

She pulled out a small wooden box from under her table and opened it to reveal a ring that looked like a cheap knick-knack. It was made of silver, wavy and unassuming.

"This here is something I came across by fortune and chance." she said, her eyes still locked onto mine. "It's got a bit of magic in it, if you believe in that sort of thing." She smiled, the grin inviting, but with a sinister air I just couldn't ignore.

Mama Redoux took the ring in one hand, and my hand in her other. She whispered a spell, her eyes glancing back and forth between my hand and the ring, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the distant drums. I could feel the drums grow in intensity, and the shadows seemed to shift around us as she chanted. Then, all at once, she stopped, and the drums did too. The air grew thick with energy, and I could feel a tingle in my fingers as she passed the ring to me. "Put this on, and you'll get what you want," she said, her eyes glinting.

"How much?" I asked, knowing that these fortune tellers sell trinkets like this to make a quick buck.

"No charge, baby. This one's on the spirits." She responded, grinning. "It's about closin' time. Enjoy her."

I started walking out. "Don't let the power go to your head like it did with little Everleigh." Her cajun accent said.

"How do you know her name?" I asked.

I looked back, long enough to see her grinning, then disappear behind the drape. I walked out, tossing the ring in my hand. What did she mean, "get what I want?" And what was that tiny little shop anyway? This day went from weird to weirder. I looked back over my shoulder down the alley once making it to the main road. The neon sign and hole in the wall were completely gone. The only sign of what had just happened was that ring which laid in my hand.

"I need to lay off the drinks." I said, walking back to the hotel. Laying down in my bed, I my mind spun from the alcohol and today's events as I drifted off to sleep. 

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When I awoke, I had a bit of a headache. It was tough to say if it was from everything that had happened yesterday or the liquor. Maybe a bit of both, I thought to myself. That Everleigh had been such an asshole. And what was all that with the voodoo woman?

The ring!

That was the one thing from yesterday that had proven to be real. And there it was, sitting on my side table. 

What magic did it hold? Maybe, if I put it on? I took it in my left hand, taking a breath, then I slid it onto my right index finger, and the world shifted.

Whoa! Tits??? I was white? The ring was on my finger, but it wasn't my finger. The more I pulled at it, spots played at my vision and I felt tingling everywhere, like my senses were losing connection. I played with it for a second, then pushed it all the way on. I felt firmly rooted here, at least for now. 

I had a feeling as to what was going on. I was in the woods in a southern pine forest, on a well paved trail. I was wearing some athletic gear, and a sports bra which held back my tits, which were threatening to burst out of my top. Nobody was near, so I reached up and had a squeeze. Incredible. I kept kneading, before I let out a moan. Distinctly feminine, reminding me how crazy this was. Where was I? Who was I?

I looked around, seeing a familiar house, with barns in the distance and a confederate jack flying. The same rural mansion and farm I'd been at yesterday. My hand was holding a phone in a hot pink case. Oh no. I lifted it, unlocking it with my face. Opening snapchat, I turned the camera toward my new face.

Holy shit. I was Everleigh. 

On her face was my expression of shock. I couldn't believe that ring was actually legit. I mean, what was the point of it? Mama Redoux had said it was a way to walk in the shoes of another. What was there to understand about her messed up, bigoted perspective anyway? Well, all I knew was that she had a banging body, and it was mine to control.

I took the lip of my bra and pulled it away. Whoa. Those things were huge. They had some sag to them, with stretch marks, which made it all the more real. The nipples were like tiny gumdrops. Maybe it was that she didn't deserve this body, and this was the universe's way of putting it in the hands of someone who did.

Fuck it. Everleigh was a bitch and I wanted to see her body. So I decided to strip down right here and take a look. I pulled her black sports bra over her head. "Ow." I said to myself as my tits were compressed by the lower bit coming past them. My ponytail was flipped as I pulled it off my head, but then the tits were out, and just there. Mine for the taking.

I decided to grab them. They were super weighty and couldn't even fit in Everleigh's hands. I squeezed them tight, feeling some pain flare as I grabbed a bit too hard. Softer now, I let them swing back and forth, and finally jumped up and down to see them knock side to side. When they hit in the middle, they made a clapping noise which made me laugh out loud. Kneading them felt amazing, both from my male mind grabbing tits and a new throbbing between my legs I just couldn't ignore. 

Slipping out of my tight athleisure booty shorts and panties, I saw Everleigh's cunt between my legs. Two lips with a little fold in the center. I wondered if she'd ever even used it.

Was this a one time possession? I wasn't sure, so I used Everleigh's phone to snap some pics.

I audibly gasped when I realized her tits were big enough to stuff in her mouth. I thought that was something only real in pornos, or for someone so chubby they weren't hot at all. Not the case. I stuffed it in and sucked, causing my body to go flush with the most amazing pleasure. Whoa. Everleigh really liked having her tits sucked.

Popping my tit out of my mouth, I thought it would be fun to go into her house and play around a bit. I bent down to get dressed, but then had an idea. Why get dressed when she could do it for me?

Smirking, I reached over to the ring, which I slid off. Instantly, I reappeared back in my hotel room downtown. I combed through the photos which I'd sent myself, the first taste of poetic justice. It had already felt so, so good. I went to the bathroom to jerk off while I waited for Everleigh to dress herself back out in the sticks.

Five minutes later, I slipped the ring back on. Boom. Her again. And just like I'd predicted, she had dressed herself. I imagined the freakout she must have had to find her body naked in the woods by her place. I laughed to myself.

I started to walk back towards the house, my tits jiggling beneath me. This was going to be fun.

Walking inside, I made a beeline upstairs for Everleigh's room. 

"Hey sugar pie, where ya headed?" Her dad said.

"I'm gonna go... do some homework in my room for a bit. Don't come up." I said, not stopping.

"Why you talkin all funny-like baby doll?" He asked. Shit. I was talking in my normal accent, not Everleigh's southern drawl.

"Just gonna go up yonder." I said, faking her accent, not knowing if that made any sense, moving up the stairs. There was a room that was all pink, with some Ole Miss pennants up on the wall. Yep, this had to be her.

I slammed the door behind me. Her room was full of old family photos. On the wall were posters of country music stars, and a cowboy hat sat on top of one of her dressers. She had a sign on the wall which said "WWJD" in scripty letters. Well, he definitely wouldn't make racist comments when praying like this body's owner had last night. 

"If you're going to sin, let's go all the way, Everleigh." I said to her, looking at her face in the mirror. "Shouldn't be too hard when your body's absolutely built for it."

I started by throwing off my top and having a detailed exploration of these incredible tits.

Her body was heaven to tug at and squeeze. All the while, the ring was there on my left middle finger. A reminder of the magical object which had pulled me here. It accompanied me on my little devious journey, as I bounced my tits in my hands and sucked on the nipples. 

I decided to see what was down beneath. I peeked at my pussy, then laid back on the bed to continue the exploration further.

I felt my pussy lips pull apart as I spread my legs. Everleigh had an "innie" and it was incredible to finally lay eyes on the folds within.

"Let's see if get this ring inside me." I said, stuffing my fingers ever deeper, using my ring hand. I was loving the feeling I was getting every time my fingers bumped against my inner walls. I moaned, trying to keep it down so I wouldn't be interrupted by "my" parents downstairs.

My vagina was gushing now. I started fingerfucking myself, the sound of squelching reaching my ears. I was getting close, so close.

"I wish this was your cock, Jermaine." I made her say. "I wish this was your big black dick fucking me right now."

Finally, I came. My body short circuited, my eyes rolling back into my skull as the waves whited out every sense. I couldn't believe how I was feeling, how long it was going as my whole body reached an insane height. Electricity emanated from my belly and I felt my insides spasm, my entire body following. Slowly, I sighed, coming down from that spectacular sensation.

I sucked the salty juices off my fingers and lazily rolled a tit in my hand as I came down from my incredible orgasm. 

She really didn't deserve this body. She was all teed up for a life of luxury, using her body to attract some rich man while she stayed home and fucked the pool boy. When she lived the most privileged life you could imagine, she'd tell others to "pull themselves up by their bootstraps" and claim that she'd gotten there by merit. As if hitting the genetic lottery was merit.

I decided to head downtown. I'd just gotten this new toy and wanted to show it off. I wasn't anywhere near done getting off by humiliating this bigoted bitch.

I rewarded myself for such a good orgasm by having a little fashion show with some of Everleigh's clothes. Of course, I couldn't help but get carried away, and before too long I had my hands back down on my clit and was barreling toward orgasm number two for the day, which I had standing upright, a finger on my clit and another working a boob.

After settling on a clean sports bra and tight white pants, I went downstairs.

"Im-a goin downtown for the Trump rally." I started, in my awful southern accent impression. "It's going late tonight so don't wait up."

"Didn't know they had one today! But good for you babygirl. My little patriot." Ethan said. "Lots of crazies in the city. Don't be late for church tomorrow!"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world!" I said, rolling my eyes and slamming the door behind me. I fished Everleigh's fluffy keys out of her purse and got in her pickup. I snapped a selfie of myself. I was cute, stylish and oh-so fuckable.

I drove downtown, windows down, hair blowing in the breeze. I had to admit, it felt liberating to be in a body that drew eyes without a care in the world. I had an arm hanging out of the truck, and heard a man's voice yelling at me from the next car over.

"Hey baby, how come you don't have a man to drive you around in that truck?" He yelled.

"I'm waiting for one that knows his place," I shouted back with a wink, using my best Southern charm. The man's face reddened as I stepped on the gas, leaving him in a cloud of dust. It was hard to maneuver such a big machine with such a small body, especially when I kept stealing glances at my tits.

No wonder this entitled bitch thought she was better than everybody else. She was treated like royalty just for existing with a body this sexy. I had to admit, being her was exhilarating. She did have an incredible body. And the best part was, I had no intention of using it for anything Everleigh would do. My pussy tingled as I began to entertain the idea of getting it fucked. 

I parked the truck in my hotel's parking lot next to my own car. I walked around the French Quarter, looking for a bar to duck into. Seeing one with a rainbow flag flying outside, I smiled to myself. This should be perfect.

I walked inside, seeing tons of women who all stared at me like a piece of fresh meat. I blushed. I had some decent experience with women, but I was raring to try to get a woman off as a woman. Plus, this bible thumper would hate to be seen in a lesbian bar, let alone hook up with another woman.

"You lost sweetheart?" A woman said, sitting next to me. She was a little older, probably in her mid thirties, but still had a wonderfully athletic and thin frame. Her tits were small, but poked out into her shirt since she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'm right where I wanna be." I said, staring into her eyes. 

She ordered two double jack and cokes, which we sipped as I heard about her life. She was a girl from east Texas who'd shocked her parents by coming out.

"What's your story?" She asked. 

"Even if I told you, you'd never believe me." I said, chugging what was left of my coke. "How about we get out of here before you blow this."

"I thought you'd never ask." She said. 

I was shocked at how easy it was. Less than 15 minutes after sitting down I was headed home with a hot lesbian chick. This body didn't just open doors, it bulldozed them. She lived just around the corner and we walked upstairs to her flat.

It wasn't long before we were on the bed, making out. The hardness of her body contrasted with the softness of mine perfectly. I pressed up against her, my tits absolutely dwarfing hers. Her hand fell down onto my breasts, kneading them wonderfully. I sighed into her mouth as my hand came up to frame her face and move her hair out from between us. 

She pushed me back onto the bed.

"I'll be right back. I have a surprise for you." She disappeared into her closet, reappearing a bit later. She was nude, and was sporting a massive strap-on.

"Ever had one that big?" She asked, crawling onto the bed.

"I'm not even sure if had one at all." I said, smiling.

"You're a virgin?" She said, dumbfounded but still grinning.

"Probably." I said. "Can't explain more than that."

"You were right, I'd never believe whatever story you feed me."

We got back to making out as we stroked each others tits.

Finally, I laid on my back, spreading my legs and giving her the best "fuck me eyes" I could get out of Everleigh.

She approached me, lining up the strap on with my pussy as I juggled my tits, body going crazy with anticipation as I knew what was coming. She spread lube along the strap on.

"I don't think I need that, I'm already soooo wet." I said. It was true. I needed to be filled, bad. There was this emptiness inside me, this craving that a part of me was missing and needed to be replaced ASAP.

Finally, she leaned forward, pressing the strap on into me and pushing me apart. Involuntarily, I threw my head back, dripping with lust. I was a pool of hair, tits and tan skin as I was manipulated wonderfully by this woman's plastic cock.

"Ah!" I said, feeling a sharp pain. Then, the pleasure was back. I realized I'd just lost Everleigh's virginity for her. It was about time. She'd been saving this body for Jesus but hadn't considered she'd been made specifically for sex with that hot body of hers.

Finally, I shuddered, orgasm racking my brain once again. 

Getting nailed by a woman was awesome, but I never expected to be doing it as a woman. It was another perverse fantasy fulfilled, something that would have driven the real Everleigh wild if she knew what was happening. Unfortunately for her, I was in the driver's seat now and was going to keep using her body for my perverted fun.

I finished by riding her. I was so cock hungry after my first orgasm that I pushed the woman onto her back. I smothered her with my tits as I climbed on top. I was jealous of the view that she was getting, knowing that the tits that were now on my chest were some of the most spectacular on the planet. Certainly the nicest I'd ever seen.

I bounced up and down, moaning and howling like a banshee as the dildo pressed deep into my stomach. The deeper it got, the more pleasure I seemed to feel. I pressed down on her, alternating between grinding on the dick and bouncing. It was heaven. Suddenly, the pleasure blasted even higher as I fell forward on the woman, spasming, suffocating her with my tits as I went haywire for the millionth orgasm that day.

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. 

"I'll give you a minute to recover. Then it's my turn." The woman said, grinning.

"No, I'm done." I said, huffing and puffing, the afterglow of orgasm still burning through me.

"What do you mean?" She said. "I fuck you that good and you don't return the favor?"

"I'm tired. And look at me. When you look like this, you get what you want." I said, grinning at her, figuring if I was in a bitchy body, who cared if I acted the part. "I'll leave you my number, maybe you'll get the privilege of seeing this pretty face again sometime."

"I knew you were some stuck up college girl." She spat. She tossed my clothes at me, then pushed me out the door. I laughed to myself as I got dressed on the stoop. 

"Stupid dyke bitch wasn't even cute anyway." I laughed.

"Woohoo!" A group of guys yelled, seeing me with my tits in my hands. I dropped them, then shook side to side. Why spend time with that woman when there was a whole city of people who would kill to be around me?

I threw my clothes on and walked downstairs. I decided to head back to a bar. Walking through the streets, feeling that the city was mine, that I could do anything, anyone.

Then, I looked down an alleyway. The neon sign was there. "Mama Redoux, Fortune Teller." Again, I wasn't sure why, but I felt compelled to walk in.

Inside was Mama Redoux. She looked the same as ever, frail body adorned by heavy, ornate jewelry.

"Take a seat, Jermaine." She said, looking at me. 

"You know my name?" I said, somewhat surprised.

"I'd recognize that little trinket of mine anywhere." She said in her creole tones, smiling knowingly. "And from the looks of your fortune, I'd say you've been using its power for, shall we say, some large livin'."

She had some tarot cards in front of her, sprawled on the table with the detailed silk tablecloth. I saw the fool, the lovers, then, the empress. She'd used them to predict my past, my present and future.

I looked at the ring on my hand, suddenly feeling guilty. "It was just a bit of fun, I swear."

Mama Redoux's smile faded. "You let the power go to your head, baby," she scolded, her voice firm yet concerned. "Now, you're no better than her. You think that body means you can treat people howeva' you want?"

"I didn't mean to—" I began, but she cut me off.

"Meanin' don't mean nothin'. You gotta understand, Jermaine. That's not just a toy you got there. That's from the spirits. And when you deal with them, you gonna learn. One way, or the other." A chill ran through the room as the drums started in the background.

Before I could protest, she reached out and took my hand, the one with the ring on it. She mumbled something in a language I didn't understand, and suddenly the silver band began to pulse with an eerie light. I tried to pull away, but her grip was like iron. Shadows curled around my hand, her strength being bolstered by something beyond comprehension.

"Ow!" I said, the ring digging into me. Redoux released my hand, and I saw the ring burrowing into my finger. It pushed and shrunk, burrowing under the skin, until it was there no more.

"What the fuck did you do?" I yelled.

Mama Redoux just grinned. "I took it back, Jermaine. You weren't ready for that kind of power." She leaned back in her chair. "But don't worry, you're not stuck."

Panic set in as I stared at my ringless finger. "What do you mean?"

"You've been using it for your own pleasure, playing god with someone else's life. That's not what the ring's for. Now you're going to learn the real price of that power." Her eyes grew dark. "You're going to live as Everleigh until you understand what it truly means to walk in someone else's shoes."

"Wait! You can't do this!" I yelled, rushing to her. She disappeared behind a curtain. When I burst through it, I was falling through the door. Standing up to go back in, I only saw a brick wall. The storefront had vanished.

"Well, guess I'm Everleigh, at least for now." I said to myself.

"Is that such a bad thing?" 

It dawned on me. In the last few hours, I'd had more fun then I'd ever had in my life. Working long hours at my petroleum plant, going out on date after date just hoping for some sex. Everleigh's body was different. She was going to coast to the top. Plus, I could be a better version of her. I could be a tolerant, kind, bisexual, nymphomaniac. It was sounding better and better.

"I don't think I'm ever leaving this body." I said, grinning ear to ear. "Let's make sure I don't build up too much good karma too fast."

I walked downtown, finding a bar.

Walking inside the room, music blared as I people swarmed from side to side. I cozied up to the bar. The bartender was a beefy guy with tattoos and a piercing in his eyebrow. He had a look in his eyes that told me he was used to the crazies that came out in New Orleans.

"What'll it be, sweetie?" He asked.

"Jack and Coke, please," I said with a smile, leaning closer to the bar so my tits practically fell out of my shirt. He grinned and poured me a drink, giving me a look that made it clear that he appreciated the view.

I scanned the room, feeling the power of my new body, the way it drew the gazes of every man and woman in the room. It was like I'd been handed the keys to the kingdom of sexual desire, and all I had to do was wiggle my hips a bit to get whatever I wanted. The thought of being able to fuck anyone I wanted as a woman was intoxicating, and I knew I was going to take full advantage of it.

The bartender, who had been eyeing me since I walked in, slid the Jack and Coke over the bar. His eyes lingered on my chest, and I knew he was thinking about the same thing I was. I took a sip, letting the whiskey burn its way down my throat, and leaned in closer. "How about we get out of here and go to your place?" I whispered.

Without missing a beat, he nodded and told me he'd be right back. My heart raced as he grabbed his things and locked up the bar. We stepped out into the sticky New Orleans night, the air thick with the smell of the city. His motorcycle was parked out front, and he offered me a ride. 

As we rode through the winding streets, the bike's engine rumbled beneath us. The vibrations from the bike's seat were buzzing my clit, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. I was headed toward orgasm, and fast. Everleigh's body was already primed from my earlier adventure, and it didn't take much to push it over the edge. I clutched the bartender's waist tightly, my breasts pressing against his back. Each pothole and bump in the road was heavenly torture.

We arrived at his place, a small home on the outskirts of town. He wasted no time, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I responded eagerly, my hands fumbling with the button of his pants. I could feel his cock growing, straining against the fabric. It was all I could do to keep from tearing his clothes off right there.

I pushed him onto his back and we helped each other take off our clothes. My pussy was dripping. I felt a need, an itch deep inside of me that only his dick could fill. I sat atop him, reaching a hand between my legs to line up his dick with my hole. Sinking down, I sighed as I felt a wave of pleasure and relief as the dick rose up, entering me. The man was in awe of my tits and squeezed them nonstop. All the while, I was bouncing on his dick, heading even higher as the pleasure filled me completely.

Feeling the man's dick, bouncing up and down, I knew I'd made the right decision. Everleigh's body was mine, its pleasure and privilege mine to enjoy. With it, I could move up in the world, becoming a better version of both myself and her. I would fix her attitude later. Right then, all I wanted to do was enjoy the roaring pleasure. As I bounced, I readied myself for yet another orgasm, I was ready to be Everleigh forever.

Being Anna Collins

Same concept as this. And this.

"Dude, you're not gonna believe what happened," said Marcus, his voice excited and out of breath. He'd just burst through the door of my dorm and clearly had something he needed to get off his chest.

"What?" I responded, eyes glued to the TV.

Marcus's tone was so intense, it yanked my gaze away from the screen. "So, I was walking home from the library, right?" he began, his words tumbling out like he couldn't get them out fast enough. "And I saw Anna Collins."

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Only the hottest girl in Chi Omega and very likely this school!" Marcus responded. "Have you been living under a fucking rock!"

He showed me her picture. I hadn't seen her around, but I had to admit she was smoking hot. I definitely didn't get out as much as Marcus.

"Yeah dude. She was walking right next to me, and I decided to shoot my shot. I bumped into her, totally on purpose," Marcus said, a sly grin audible in his voice. "I started talking. But then, she yelled at me. In front of everyone! She called me a tiny dick loser who'd never get a girlfriend, let alone someone like her. She told me I couldn't be seen with her or I'd ruin her "modelling career". All her friends started laughing. It was awful."

"What the fuck, man? That's messed up," I said, mad that my shy friend was punished for trying his luck. "She seems like a bitch."

Marcus's voice grew serious. "But then, this weird homeless guy walked up to me. I guess he saw the whole thing and kinda felt bad for me. He handed me this old key and told me to use it wisely. I had no idea what he was on about until I got home."

Intrigued, I arched an eyebrow. "What did you find?"

"There's a trapdoor in my basement," Marcus said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've lived here for years and never knew it was there. It's like it just appeared. Anyway, the key was a perfect fit. It opened it up immediately. I'm not even sure why I thought to try that"

I felt a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's down there?"

Marcus's excitement was palpable. "It's like nothing you've ever seen before. It's like... it's like a fucking portal to Anna's mind!"

"What? How the hell?" I asked, incredulous. Marcus had always been one to let his mind run wild with crazy ideas. A trapdoor to Anna's mind? That was the kind of shit that only happened in sci-fi movies and messed-up dreams.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to process. "So, what happens when you go through this... portal?"

Marcus grinned. "It's fucking crazy. No, crazier than crazy. I was literally placed in Anna's body, behind her eyes. I saw what she saw, felt what she felt, heard what she heard. And after awhile, I realized I could influence her actions. I got more and more control, until I was totally her. Like, I could control her, completely.

"Holy shit, are you for real?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I need some proof man. This sounds amazing... too good to be true even."

Marcus didn't miss a beat. "Let me show you some pictures."

I watched as he texted me a few images. One was of Anna's bedroom, and another was a selfie in her bathroom mirror, her shirt pulled up, showing off her luscious curves and a smug expression that had to be Marcus' doing.

"Is... that you in there?" I asked, trying to put the pieces together in my head.

"You better believe it." Marcus said, grinning.

"What... else did you do inside her body?"

Marcus's tone grew sly. "Well, I had to test it out, right? So, I took a bunch of nude photos, played with her ass a bit, you know I've always been an ass man. It felt so real, dude. And then... I couldn't help myself, you know?"

"You jerked off in her body?" I couldn't keep the amazement out of my voice.

Marcus's chuckle grew into a full-on laugh. "Fuck yeah, I did. Although... it wasn't really jerking anything? But it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like... it's like I've been playing a video game with shitty graphics my whole life, jerking off to porn, and suddenly got upgraded to VR with full sensory immersion. It's so... wet, you know? So warm and tight. And the sounds she makes, oh man, they're like nothing you've ever heard."

I couldn't believe it. This was insane. "Alright, let's go check this thing out." I said.

When I arrived, Marcus was waiting at the door, his eyes gleaming intensely. He led me down to the basement, and sure enough, there was the trapdoor, a small, unassuming hatch in the concrete floor that looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.

My heart thumped in my chest as I took the key. The metal felt cold and heavy in my hand, like it was whispering secrets. I inserted it into the lock, and with a click, the trapdoor swung open, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. The air grew thick with anticipation as we both stared at the void.

"You go first," Marcus urged, nudging me forward. 

I waded in, stepping one foot down, shocked to see my foot disappear as it crossed the threshold of the trapdoor. Taking another step, I moved deeper, descending a steep staircase until my body was waist deep.

"What happens when I cross all the way in?" I asked.

"You've gotta see for yourself!" Marcus exclaimed, his voice echoing in the small space. "Just keep going."

With a deep breath, I stepped through the opening. The cold metal of the key hit my palm as I released it, and the door slammed shut with a finality that made me jump. Suddenly, the darkness was absolute, the air thick and suffocating. I heard the muffled sound of Marcus' laughter from the other side.

And then, it happened. I felt myself falling, being pulled deeper into the void. I saw a speck of light down below me, getting larger as I continued to fall. The light was getting larger now, and I got closer, closer, before it engulfed me.

I was no longer in the musty basement. I was... somewhere else. I took in my surroundings. I was sitting criss-cross on a bed in a plush, pink-themed bedroom, the walls adorned with glamour shots of Anna and her sorority sisters. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and coconut, the scent of an expensive candle burning nearby. The bed was perfectly made, clothes neatly hung in closets, and there were glossy fashion magazines scattered on a pristine white desk.

There was a blonde girl laying on the bed. I recognized her as Cassie, one of Anna's friends. She was scrolling through her phone, not looking up. Cassie giggled, not looking up from her phone. "She was a total slut. I mean, Maisy was going up to all these different guys and grinding on them! That kind of behavior is INSANE at a delta chi mixer."

"Tell me about it girl." I felt my body say, outside my control. "I guess when you're an ugly little pig, you have to act like a whore to get guys' attention."

Cassie threw back her head and laughed and I felt my body do the same. I felt anger pool inside of me. She was making fun of this other girl, laughing about it, just like she'd disrespected Marcus earlier. She was pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. Well, she had someone else on the inside now.

"It's so typical of her kind, flaunting herself like that. I mean, she probably just stuffs herself full of..." I felt my spirit boiling with rage. "SHUT UP" I thought aloud.

"Hm..." Anna's body's lips slapped shut, cut off mid sentence, sound without words all it could muster.

I tried to stand. I felt my body lurch upward, chest first, the head slumping back and lagging behind. I felt hair fly everywhere as my uncoordinated movements lifted us upward. I was able to get a leg out, preventing my fall. 

"Anna, you ok girl?" I heard Cassie ask, picking her head up from her phone finally, staring, concerned. 

Thinking on my feet, I tried to say, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." But what came out was "I... go... bafroom..." sounding out of place in Anna's voice.

I stumbled into the bathroom, still unsteady on my legs. I stared in the mirror. Whoa. I... I was Anna!

I was shocked. That girl in the mirror... was me! And just as shocked as I was, her eyes open wide in disbelief. Turning my gaze downward, I felt fire light up inside me as I stared face first into a pair of scrumptious breasts. I bit my lip in disbelief... then smirked. 

"What's going... on..." I felt Anna struggle to say as her control faded while mine only grew.

"Night night, Anna. I'm the new queen bitch."

"No..." I felt her muster all her strength to say, shaking her head left and right.

"Oh yes!" I replied, nodding up and down, grinning wildly, taunting her as she faded to the back of my mind.

This body was all mine.

I felt my body lighting up. I was horny as hell, and it was like my senses had been turned up to eleven. Every sensation was heightened, my skin feeling more sensitive than ever. My breasts felt like they were on fire, begging to be touched. I had never felt this way before, and the thrill of it was intoxicating.

The connection to this body was nearly complete. Where before, it took all I had to move, I could now move this body nearly like it was my own. The more turned on I got, the more connected I felt to this body as the sensations guided me.

I took a deep breath and strutted out of the bathroom, trying to mimic Anna's confident stride. "Cassie, you gotta go," I said, my voice a perfect imitation of Anna's snooty tone. "I have some... personal things to take care of."

Cassie's eyes widened in surprise. "But we were just about to..."

"OUT," I said, cutting her off with a sharp gesture, using the power of Anna's body to assert myself. "Now," I added with a fake sweetness, "or I'll tell everyone about that time you puked on the frat house lawn."

Cassie's eyes went wide with horror, and she practically sprinted out the door, slamming it shut behind her. I grinned to myself, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction.

I sauntered back over to the bed, feeling the coolness of the hardwood floor against my bare feet as I went. I laid down, the softness of the comforter enveloping me, and took a moment to appreciate the new form I was in. Then, I began to explore.

I peeled off Anna's tight blue leggings and her lacy thong, tossing them aside with a sense of rebellious satisfaction. Spreading my legs wide, I stared at my new body's pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from it. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, pink and plump, with a glistening sheen that begged for attention.

As I lay there, I felt a strange sensation building up inside me, a hunger that was alien yet undeniable. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving down to stroke the soft folds of flesh. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through my entire being. I had never felt anything so intense, so intimate.

"If I had my dick right now, I'd be so fucking hard..." I said aloud in Anna's voice, my thoughts echoing through the empty room. I had to admit, being a girl was pretty cool, especially when you had a body like hers. I mimicked jerking my dick, inside her body. Making her do whatever I wanted, for my pleasure, was so sensual. This bitch deserved it. But I didn't have my dick, I had something much more exciting between my legs. I moved my fingers to the top of my opening, and started to rub my tiny clit in slow circles. It felt like the whole of my dick had been shrunken down into the tiniest nub, and the slightest touch stimulated all of it simultaneously. The feeling was overwhelming, like I was in the cockpit of a spaceship about to blast off into a whole new universe of pleasure.

Gently, I parted the velvety lips of Anna's pussy, revealing the glistening pinkness beneath. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making my head spin. I felt Anna's heart pound in my chest as I explored the velvety folds within.

My curiosity grew into a feverish need to know everything about her, to feel everything she could. I slid my finger deeper, feeling the softness give way to a more firm pressure as I hit a spot that made me gasp. It was like I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, a spot that made her entire body tense and quiver.

"My clit is literally throbbing right now!" I spoke aloud, partly in disbelief, partly to hear Anna's voice. I giggled lithely to myself. I loved calling out her feelings in her own body, her own voice causing my male mind to react, making this female body hornier still, causing a never-ending feedback loop which caused a wonderful heat to grow within me, building towards a peak.

Her body began to respond, hips bucking slightly as I hit just the right spot. I watched in the mirror as her nipples hardened into little pebbles, her breath quickening. She was close, so close. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around my fingers. And then, it happened.

With a gush, she squirted everywhere. The force of her orgasm was like nothing I had ever felt, a deluge that soaked the bed and left me gasping for air. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a wet, warm explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a cry that was part pleasure, part shock.

I watched, amazed, as the fluid sprayed out from her in a glorious arch, soaking the bed sheets below me. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of sexual release. And I had been the one to do it. Me, the nerdy guy who had never had a chance with a girl like Anna.

I rummaged through Anna's closet, throwing back on her white jacket and blue leggings. Her panties were soaked, so I went without them. Oops! Her problem. I got dressed, smiling to myself. Nobody could that I'd just had a writhing, squirting explosion of an orgasm. I felt like a goddess, and the idea of walking around her house, her sorority, in her body was like the ultimate power trip.

When I was done, I stepped out into the hallway, still horny as hell and buzzing from the aftershocks of my climax. The house was quiet, and I wondered if anyone had heard. Then, I saw Cassie peeking out from her room, a look of shock on her face. She stared at me, her eyes wide, taking in the flushed cheeks and the smudges of wetness on the bed that were clearly visible from the doorway.

"What the hell happened in here?" she whispered, her voice a mix of horror and fascination.

I smirked, my hands on my hips. "I told you I had personal things to take care of," I said, my voice dripping with a cocky confidence that was pure Anna. "Why don't you go back to scrolling through your pathetic little life on Instagram? Or better yet, go fuck yourself. Like I just did!"

Cassie's face turned beet red, and she stumbled back into her room, slamming the door shut. The sound echoed through the hallway, leaving me feeling like the queen bitch of the castle. The power of having this hot body was intoxicating. I knew I had to keep exploring it, but first, I had to tell Marcus. He had to know what I had just experienced.

I strutted down the stairs, tiptoing on graceful stolen feet like a cat burglar through the silent house. The thrill of walking around in Anna's skin was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I was wearing a second skin, only infinitely more attractive and powerful than my own.

As I approached the front door, the cool breeze of the evening hit me, sending a shiver down my spine. But it was a shiver of excitement, not cold. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs, and I knew I needed more. The power of being in this body was like a drug, and I was already addicted.

I reached into Anna's purse and clicked her keys. Hearing a car respond, I walked over to a white Mercedes and slipped inside. Starting the engine, I felt a thrill of power surge through me. This was definitely not my usual ride, not in car or in body. As the engine purrred beneath me, I felt something else, something more primal stirring in my core. The intense orgasm had only stoked the fire of my desire, and it was burning hotter than ever. I couldn't help but let my hand drift down to the cameltoe of my leggings.

I rubbed my clit through the fabric, feeling the heat and pressure build once more. I had been granted full access to a sex goddess's body, and I was going to use it whenever the fuck I wanted to. So I did. The fabric of the leggings was thin, and I could feel the slickness of my arousal already soaking through. Tracing where the pleasure was strongest, I dug around my moistening cunt with a slender digit as the purr of the car sent vibrations through me. The friction of the pants rubbing up and down my folds was exquisite, the rasp of the seam sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me with every stroke.

As I drove, My other hand found its way to my chest, cupping one of Anna's perky breasts and giving it a squeeze. Her nipple was already rock hard, begging to be pinched and played with. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the peak tighten even more. The sensation was overwhelming, and I knew I needed more.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other alternating between my clit and my nipple, I sped down the deserted streets, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness like the eyes of a predator on the hunt. The world outside was a blur as I focused solely on the exquisite tension building within me.

Pulling up to Marcus' house, I couldn't resist one final squeeze before I parked the car. The engine purred like a cat in heat as I killed it, the sound echoing through the quiet night. I stepped out, my legs wobbly from the building pleasure that was demanding attention deep inside me.

The door was unlocked, and as I let myself in, I could hear the faint sound of a video game coming from his room. The house was a mess, just like Marcus' life had been before he discovered the trapdoor. But now, with the power of Anna's body at our fingertips, we could change everything.

I sailed down the hallway, hips swaying, feeling like I owned the place. I pushed open the door to find Marcus hunched over his PC, a controller clutched in his hands, eyes glued to the screen. "Mike... is that you?" He looked at me, eyes fixed on Anna's body, completely distracted from the game he'd just been engrossed in.

"You could say that," I smirked, enjoying the look of shock on his face as he took in the sight of me in Anna's skin. "But I've been busy... exploring."

Marcus' eyes narrowed, curiosity getting the better of him. "What do you mean, exploring? Tell me everything!"

 I leaned against the doorframe, watching him squirm in his chair. "I've been busy, let's just say."

Marcus' curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean, 'busy'?"

With a wicked grin, I stepped closer to him, my hand tracing the curves of Anna's body that now felt so familiar to me. "Oh, you know," I said, my voice low and seductive, "just seeing how far the rabbit hole goes."

Marcus looked at me with a mix of envy and excitement. "Dude, that's insane. What was it like?"

"Well," I began, drawing out the word as I sauntered closer, enjoying his rapt attention, "I started by playing with her tits, feeling them up like they were the best pair I'd ever had. And let me tell you, they are. They're like fucking heaven in my hands." I watched him swallow hard, his eyes darkening. "Then I slipped a finger down her panties, teasing her clit. She was so wet, it was like her body was begging for it."

Marcus leaned in closer, his eyes glazed over. "Did you masturbate? I hope you felt her orgasm like I did earlier. It's insane!"

"Oh, I did more than that," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "I didn't just play with her pussy. I made her squirt like a fucking garden hose, Marcus."

Marcus' eyes bulged out of his head. "No way!"

I leaned in closer, a smug grin spreading across Anna's lips. "Way."

Marcus' jaw dropped as he took in my words, his mind racing with the possibilities. "You're kidding, right?"

I replied, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It's like we've got the ultimate cheat code to life, man. We can do whatever we want, and she'll never know. She's our own personal sex puppet."

Marcus's grin grew wider. "You're right, it's fucking amazing. We can make her do the most embarrassing shit, and she'll have no idea it's us pulling the strings. Like, what if we made her walk around school tomorrow with a 'slut' sign taped to her back?"

"Even better," I said, my mind racing, the horniness from before taking over, never having fully subsided. "Let's film a sex tape."

Marcus' eyes lit up with excitement. "A sex tape? That's genius! But... with who?"

"Yeah, and not just any sex tape," I added, "but one where she's begging for it from a guy she despises."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "Like a complete and total reversal of the social order. That'll teach her to mess with us."

"Exactly," I said, the wheels in my head turning. "So that's why we're going to fuck, right now. Start recording."

Marcus was shocked for a second, then it finally clicked. He nodded eagerly, setting up his phone on a tripod in the corner of his room. He aimed it at the bed, which we had moved to face the camera. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on Anna's body, which was already laid out in front of us like a banquet of pleasure.

I felt a thrill run down my spine as I looked at Marcus, his eyes hungry as they took in the sight of me in her body. We were about to do something incredibly wrong, and yet, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. This was our secret, our little slice of power in a world that had always looked down on us.

"Take off your pants," I said, staring at the camera, my voice a seductive purr. Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He sprang into action, fumbling with the button of his jeans before finally sliding them down. His cock bobbed out, already hard and ready for action. This girl who'd disrespected him, treated him worse than a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe was begging for him.

He sat in his gaming chair, dick out and ready for me. I stared at the camera, loving that I was bending Anna's body to my will, that the more I begged for it, the more her reputation would be ruined. I spat and slobbered all over Marcus' dick. I moaned and cried, trying to play it up like some bad porno.

"Oh, Marcus," I whispered in Anna's voice, "Ruin me." I mounted him, feeling his dick slide into me, filling me up. It was a weird but incredibly pleasurable sensation, feeling his cock stretch me out, but it was nothing compared to the joy of watching his face as I looked over my shoulder, the excitement and disbelief as I bounced happily on his dick.

Anna's body was a vessel for our spite, a living, breathing embodiment of our revenge. She was everything I despised: shallow, vain, and cruel. But now, she was at my mercy, a tool for my pleasure and our amusement. I watched Marcus' eyes glaze over as I bounced up and down on his dick, using her body to milk every drop of his hatred and frustration. 

She was the epitome of the entitled sorority bitch, and here she was, being used by Marcus like a whore, when she'd just been bitching about other girls acting like a slut less than an hour ago. With how much her body was responding, making Marcus' cock feel addicting, it was clear she'd been compensating, hating on others to cover the constant horniness she harbored within.

Marcus gripped the chair arms tightly as he pounded into me from behind. The chair squeaked with every thrust, the sound echoing through the room like a symphony of sweet, sweet retribution. Anna's body was tight around him, and I made her moan like a fucking pornstar. The sensations reverberating around this tight frame made it easy, the pleasure begging to pour out of my mouth.

I felt his balls slap against my ass, the heat of his body pressing into me, and I knew he was close. The camera kept rolling, capturing every second of this illicit encounter. "Cum for me, Anna," Marcus groaned, his voice strained with effort. And just like that, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, the muscles of Anna's pussy tightening around him like a vice.

My eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure washed over me, and in that moment of intense climax, something strange happened. It was like being yanked out of a dream, suddenly and without warning. One second, I was riding Marcus in Anna's body, and the next, I was falling through darkness again.

I landed in a stack of books. I looked up and around. I was in what looked like a backroom of a library. Dusting myself and getting up, I realized I was in the back of my university's library, already closing for the night.

Panic surged through me as I realized what had happened. "Oh, fuck," I murmured, "she's gonna call the cops on us." 

I stumbled out of the library, my mind racing. We'd been so caught up in the thrill of the moment that we hadn't considered the consequences. Anna's body was gonna come to nude in a strange apartment, and she was going to freak.

I burst through the door, panting and frantic. "Marcus! Marcus!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

But it was Anna who greeted me, leaning against the banister with a smug smile. She was stark nude, still glistening from our encounter.

"Anna?"

"Not Anna. Marcus. And as thanks for draining my balls earlier, I'm gonna return the favor."

Possession.com Experience 5

Body Description

Name: Nathalie Eastman
Age: 20 Years
Height: 5'1
Weight: 125 pounds
Times Possessed: 7
Breast Size: 32 H
Occupation: College Student
Relationship History: One boyfriend, currently single
Sexual History: 8 partners, 7 male, one female.
Personality: Outgoing, has a large social media following.
Libido: Moderate. Prefers to show off instead of have sex.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Prefers long sessions with significant clitoral stimulation.
Cost: $$$$

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Reviews

Nathalie was a new student in my orientation group at Cal State. We'd talked during all of orientation, even flirting back and forth. Once the week ended, I still couldn't stop thinking about her and those amazing tits of hers.I eventually got the balls to DM her and ask her out. She said she thought I was a "nice guy" and we'd be "better as friends." FUCK THAT! I had to see those tits one way or another. Turn's out she's some famous TikToker so she's stupid expensive on here. I could only afford the five minute free trial. Once I was inside, I threw off her top and bounced her tits around for a bit. I used the recording to blackmail her with her own body and voice, telling her that if she didn't send me one nude pic a week I'd possess her again and run through campus nude. Here's the recording and some pics!

I was Nathalie's college psychology instructor last semester. I'd be lying if I said I didn't catch myself staring at times. I was staring at her during one of my lectures when I saw her pull away the neckline of her baggy hoodie, looking straight down. She mouthed "Oh my God" to herself and started massaging her tits through her sweatshirt. Once she noticed I'd stopped talking she left the room, coming back and sitting down like nothing was amiss. I did some investigation and found this site. She'd been possessed! Knowing that someone had been controlling her was such a turn on that I had to give it a try. I rented her fat tits for an evening and wasted no time slipping off her bra and lotioning her up. Fingering myself as Nathalie to Nathalie's slutty TikTok dances was an absolute trip - but so hot. I was so turned on after I texted some guy who DMed her to come over to bang my brains out. Three orgasms rocked my tiny body before I was thrown out, aching for more. I'm still saving up for my return trip.

I'm online a lot and like beating off to TikTok sluts. I mean, the way they shake their ass and bounce their tits, they're practically begging for it. Problem is, most of them are such prudes they'll never show any skin. Most guys waste their money buying into a softcore only fans or sending these girls gifts with nothing to show for it. Not me. I possessed Nathalie so I could get some pics for my personal spank bank. I loved doing her famous TikTok dances in her body - but this time, I made sure she left a little less to the imagination.

My friend had just broken up with his ex, but needed to go to a wedding they'd both been invited to. He knew I like possessing women as a hobby so he asked me to get behind the wheel of some arm candy for him. When he said he'd foot the bill I knew I'd be possessing Nathalie. She's been on my must-try list for so long but I just haven't been able to afford her. Who knew 20 year-olds with tight abs and H-Cup tits are pretty in demand? The second I landed inside Nathalie's dorm room I felt her heart thumping under her massive chest from my excitement as I stared at myself. Before I got ready for the wedding I decided to familiarize myself with what was under the hood. I walked to the communal bathroom and stripped her down inside a stall. I've worn more sensitive tits, but nipple tweaks still felt delightful. Sensitivity means nothing though when my male brain was already going crazy from being able to paw at the nicest tits I've ever seen, let alone worn. My new lady parts were a fountain. Afterwards, I continued my fun in the shower. This body was perfect for getting my friend's ex jealous, especially when I pressed my tits into him and looked at him with doe eyes. I loved the attention but was able to fend off my friend's advances - can't say I've done that in every body. Seems like showing off is what starts Nathalie's engine.

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You press the button, shocked to find you're in. You're actually possessing a smoking hot college girl with huge tits.

After laying in bed and grabbing your tits for what seemed like forever, you decide to get up and explore. She lives in a college dorm room, with bunk beds stacked on one side. Natalie's got the bottom bunk. Walking up to the mirror, you take a look at yourself. Your head gets a wave of horniness as you gawk at the brunette staring you back, copying your movements, the look on her face as lustful as you're feeling.

You look down. Tits. You're distracted again. You decide to play with them, rubbing them, loving them, tossing them up and down in the air.

You're greedy now. You frantically toss off Nathalie's top, grabbing the lotion and squirting it on yourself like you'd seen in the reviews. You make her look so horny, so desperate for her own chest as you fish out a breast and flick the nipple. The lotion gleamed on her tit like a fresh bead of cum, and you imagined you put it there as you continue to feel arousal through her body.

You could feel your body warming in a new and different way, starting in your groin and radiating into your stomach and head. You reach down, past the tits, finally getting a feel of your new pussy. It's slick, and the lips easily part at your touch. "Ah!" You moan, brushing past the clit.

Your body's screaming now, crying out for more. Your wetness has spread down your legs, and you feel your pussy tingle as you roll your panties down your legs. You stuff your fingers inside.

Your body's rolling, but not quite there. You need a boost. You take out Nathalie's phone, opening TikTok. Watching videos of her, dancing around, this body on display ratchets the pleasure up another level.

You cum. Your body quakes, legs contracting, pleasure shooting up to your head until you're seeing stars. You grab a tit with your free hand and keep pumping down below.

The pleasure's still there. You're multi-orgasmic now. Wanna cum again? You open possession.com and look at the videos from the reviews. You see Nathalie's body, rubbing its tits, delighting in itself. You flip between her TikTok and possession.com. Her body, used while hidden online to get the attention of thousands was now spread before you, a toy for your pleasure.

It was enough for you to blast into orgasm again, your mind whiting out with pure electricity.

As you were coming down from the highs of the orgasm, nude, tits on your chest flopping to either side, you suddenly snap back to your own body. The tits are gone. You tap your flat chest, missing their weight and the soft skin that coated them. You didn't take any videos. But, there are somehow videos on the screen of you, what you did, asking you one question.

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