Taking Mila for a Spin

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Out of Juice 2

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A deal?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You won't regret this, bro."

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

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

"You came."

"I said I would."

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

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

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

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

Christ.

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

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

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

"You want me to possess her?"

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

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

"Fine," I said again.

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

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It went exactly as planned.

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

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

The world exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Right. Upstairs. Now."

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

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

"So. You're in her."

"Obviously."

"Can I..."

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

Yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop talking like that."

"Right. Sorry, ma'am."

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

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

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

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

"Deal."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait... I said..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He fired.

Nothing happened.

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

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

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

"Try again!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if... sex charges it?"

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't call me bro."

"Sorry. Ma'am."

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

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

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

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

"I'll figure something out."

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

"You son of a bitch."

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

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

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

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

I froze, my eyes wide, my breath catching.

It felt amazing.

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

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

My hand didn't stop.

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

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

Out of Juice

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

"Exactly."

"I'm going insane"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What else?"

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

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

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

"You've... been masturbating?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you even get out?"

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

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

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

"See you tomorrow, perv."

He revved his engine, pulling away.

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Part 2 soon.

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

Mental Hurdles

Alyssa Rodriguez was the hottest girl at our high school. 

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

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

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

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

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

So, I resigned myself to quiet frustration.

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

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

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

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

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

She was ravenous.

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

Well, this was new.

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

"Alyssa? What's going on"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tarik?" I asked. 

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

"In the flesh."

No Longer Her Thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prequel

A Teen In Tits McGee 3

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Teasing's Easier With Tits Finale

 "Hey bro, take a look at this one." Ammad teased me from inside his newest mount's body.

"Ammad... not again." I replied, staring at the video on my phone. 

About a month ago, my classmate Ammad had mysteriously acquired bodyhopping powers. Ever since, he'd been taking over the bodies of a bunch of different girls and teasing me from inside them. We weren't really friends, but as the two biggest outcasts we'd developed a friendship of sorts.

"Bro, these are the biggest tits I've worn yet, by far! Sooo fucking sensitive too, they're just screaming to be grabbed." He said, bouncing his tits, after facetiming me in what looked like a changing room.

"Take off your top then. Let me see them!" I asked, half pleading, wanting to see them.

"Nah, these are gonna be for me to enjoy. Privately." He giggled to himself before slipping the woman's leather coat back on. 

"Ammad, you literally let me grab your tits before! What's your problem now?" 

"Correction." He replied. "I let you grab Alina's tits. These are a whole new pair! And since you haven't seen them, I can still make you squirm."

"How did you even find her?"

"Well, I hopped some bitch who worked at Victoria's Secret. She was super flat, but that wasn't the point. I went in the system and found out who'd ordered the biggest bra in the past month. That's how I found Vicky here. I unhopped the worker and drove to Vicky's house, and boom! Mega tits Ammad was born."

"So you know nothing about her other than her bra size. Nice."

"Not really, but who needs to! She looks like a fucking bleach blonde bimbo and has the jugs to match. It's so horny in here, she's definitely a nympho. I've been swiping her credit card a bunch so I hope she's rich."

The way he talked about her like a kind of suit or room you could just step into and leave was so intoxicating. He had complete and utter power over her which meant he had power over me. Maybe I could just catch a glimpse.

"Can I at least see her if I come to your place?" 

"Fine. But give me an hour so I can get home and cum a few times first! This pussy is gonna feel so good all plugged up." He laughed, before ending the call.

Short Stories

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

Should Have Taken The Leap

"Hey Alejandro, take a look at this." I gestured to an old book with a fading cover.

"What's that 'mano?" He dropped the box of fruits he was carrying onto a stack of others, replying in his noticeable Hispanic accent. He smiled deeply, his kind and slightly mischievous face mismatched with his stained overalls and wide belly. He had the gut and strong arms of a seasoned worker who ate too much junk food and got drunk every weekend. For a 28 year old, he already was showing his age.

"It's this book." I started. "I found it under the floorboards when we were fixing up the back rooms last week. I think it's... legit."

"What you mean, bro?" Alejandro said back. 

"It's... a spellbook." I replied. "And I think it might be my ticket out of here."

For the last three years, I'd been working at Marty's Drugs and Groceries, a fading, probably-going-out-of-business shop in my shrinking Rust Belt town. I wanted to go to college, community college at least, but my Mom got sick and I had to get a job and start paying the bills. 

Though it had been grueling and the pay had been shit, the one shining light had been Alejandro, an El Salvadorian guy who had confessed he'd crossed the border looking for a better life. He was super hardworking, and although it pissed me off at times since it made me look lazy, it reminded me to be grateful for my life here and that I had any work at all.

"Bro you been smoking too many trees!" Alejandro said, laughing, his big belly shaking. "Sounds like some bullshit, bro." He said, walking away.

"It's not!!!" I yelled, louder and more serious than usual. It was enough to get Alejandro to stop in his tracks.

"Last night... well, I tried it. I gathered up all the ingredients. We had most of them here! It was a simple spell. The spell of purification. I put my dad's old policeman's cap from the '80s in there, and, some crazy wind started going and the cap started floating! Afterwards, it was totally brand new."

"So you learned how to clean. Took you long enough, cabron." He said, laughing, picking up another box. 

"Alejandro, you don't understand!" I yelled, urgency in my voice that was not received by my portly coworker. "There are a ton of spells in here. Some of these could get us out of this shitty job, this shitty town."

"You got an infinite money glitch in there?" He said, still moving boxes off the truck docked in our loading bay.

"No, nothing like that. But, there is one in here that could work." I said, flipping through the pages.

"The spell of possession."

"Possession? Like when they took your car back for missing payments, right?" Alejandro laughed.

"No! Well, kinda. That's repossession." I replied, getting exasperated that Alejandro wasn't phased one bit by my revelation. "But instead of taking a car, you take over the body of someone else. For good."

"Ok, so we take over Marty and have him double our paycheck?"

"Think bigger, amigo." I said, trying to appeal to him. He scowled back at me, not impressed at my attempt at Spanish. I put my arm around him, gesturing to the horizon.

"We could take over someone rich, or famous, or both! We could live their life. Buy whatever we want. Never work again! Even fuck whoever we want."

That last bit got Alejandro's attention.

"So who did you have in mind? Last I checked, nobody famous lives in middle-of-nowhere Ohio." He replied.

"I have one idea. We drive into the city. I heard this famous celebrity is flying in! We could totally possess her.

"Her!!! I KNOW you didn't just say that. Bro, I always thought you were acting zesty, now I know for a fact! I knew you were hitting the fruity bars on Saturday nights, not playing CounterStrike like you said." Alejandro laughed.

"No!!" I replied, cutting him off. "Think about it. Do you wanna take over some powerful CEO that has jobs and responsibilities? Or, do you wanna take over a smoking hot model who gets pampered every single day and does jack shit."

"And get fucked by some dudes? Hell no!" Alejandro replied setting down the boxes so he could talk to me, man to man. "Devin, you sound crazy. This town is getting to you. Why don't you take the rest of the day off. I'll pick up your slack. I won't even tell Marty."

"Well, the idea would be to become lesbian." I said, sheepishly.

"Give it a rest!" Alejandro said. "Go home, man."

"At least humor me, then I'll shut up." I said, doubling my efforts one last time. "I booked a hotel room in Cleveland. This super hot model is flying in from Norway. Silje Bergqvist. I want to be her."

"Here, have a look." I pulled up a picture of her I'd saved.

"Mamacita! I can tell why she's got your head all loco." He replied. 

"She's a super famous model. She's been in a few movies, but only to be a hot piece of eye candy. Her body is insane, and, well, I thought it would be fun to be her."

What I didn't tell Alejandro was I'd had a crush on her for years. She had this "good girl" persona in public while showing off skin, letting on that she knew exactly what she'd been doing. I also didn't tell him that I cast the purification spell two months ago, and that I'd been waiting for this exact moment to strike my perfect target. That I'd already been practicing her accent, studying up on her life for my move over. 

"What's her name again? I'll remember that for some fun time tonight." Alejandro laughed.

My face remained serious. "I'm driving up tomorrow. Just come with me, as a favor."

Alejandro just sighed.

"Fine. But if this stupid spell doesn't work, you're covering Thanksgiving and Christmas this year." 

"Deal." I responded. I went back into the loading dock, grunting as I picked up a heavy box, and went back to work.

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We pulled into the parking deck of the Hyatt downtown.

"Why we gotta be in this fancy place?" Alejandro asked. 

I grimaced. I'd taken the money from my mom's purse to be able to afford it. She was laying in the bed, sleeping, sickly as always. But it was a necessary evil.

"We have to be in a certain proximity to the target for the spell to work, according to the book. I went on her fan sites online. Looks like she's planning on staying here, and having a meet and greet downstairs."

"That's all it takes?" Alejandro said.

"No. We need something of hers. Which is why I've got a lock of her hair she sold online."

More money that I should have spent on Mom.

"Let's just get started." I said, before Alejandro could reply and before I could think to hard about what I'd done.

I took out my bag and laid out the ingredients from Marty's. Some ground ginger, peppercorns, black liquorice twists, saline eye drops. All that and a bunch of other things, some seemingly modern for how old the book appeared. I added the last ingredient, the lock of Silje's blonde hair.

I mixed them together, following the instructions. Finally, I drew them all into a glass bottle.

"Hey bro. When does the fucking magic start. I'm getting bored." Alejandro was laying on the bed, hand on his big belly, watching an NBA game. 

"As soon as I say the spell." I replied. 

“Anima, escucha — entra, anima.”
“Rūḥ wa-jī’ah, veni, accogli dentro.”
“Nomine suo, nome tuo: in hoc vas te claudo.”
“Café amaro, cinnamum calore — vinculum fit.”
“Basilicum susurra: domus, domus, domus.”
“Miroir respira — oculum aperi, speculum responde.”
“Cupónus pactum, dentes jocosi — ridete et obœdisce.”
“In carne maneas — nunc, nunc, nunc.”

As soon as the last words left my mouth, a small yet noticeable shockwave of energy illuminated the glass bottle which housed the potion. 

Alejandro sat up halfway. "Ay, carajo! Did that just focking work?"

"As soon as I smash the bottle, clean everything up and check out. I'll meet you in Silje's body downstairs, and we'll drive back home." I said, my voice trembling with apprehension. Cleaning a policeman's cap was one thing, but taking over someone's body forever was another animal entirely. Was I really about to do this?

Doubling my resolve, I lifted the bottle above my head. Its glow shined, illuminating the room alongside the TV. With a sharp move, I flung it down, smashing the bottle on the floor.

Where the bottle was smashed, a portal opened on the floor. The air in the room seemed to swirl.

"Dios Mio." Alejandro said, standing up, beside the circular border of the portal, looking toward the speckled blackness inside.

I took a step forward. My feet were on the edge. My heart thumped inside my chest. Soon, I'd be in a new body.

I was frozen.

"I can't do this." I said, looking at Alejandro.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't do this, Alejandro. I can't give up my life." I said, breathing hard.

"We got all the way here, you cast a whole fucking spell and open un puto portal in the ground and won't go through with it?" He said, incredulous.

"It's... my mom. I... I can't." I said. I thought about her. Laying in bed, still and sleeping as I stole from her. "She might only have a few months left. Fuck the money, fuck a new life. I want to be beside her. I don't know what I was thinking."

The air swirled ever faster.

"You go." I said.

"What? Are you serious?" Alejandro replied.

"You go. You don't have the same problem as me. Your family needs money, not someone to be with them until the end. You'll have plenty as Silje."

He stood for a second. The swirling wind seemed to pick up even more, blowing our hair into a ragged mess.

"Okay. I'll go." He said. "I've been thinking about it. The money, the attention. It would be nice."

The wind was now a tempest. The bedsheets were nearly flying off the bed, and the clothes we'd brought were flying around the room.

"Get in before the windows break!" I yelled over the overwhelming whirl.

With a step, he dipped in. He lost his balance, falling forward, belly first, into the void. As soon as his body entered, the portal closed behind him with a snap. Instantly, the wind stopped. All the clothes in the air fell onto the ground.

I sighed. But the momentary relief I felt was followed by a shred of doubt. I'd just missed my chance, the one I'd been scheming towards for weeks. But I thought more about my decision with bittersweet approval, knowing I'd done the right thing.

I cleaned up. I took my things (few of them as they were, me thinking I'd be in another body by now) and Alejandro's smelly clothes and stuffed them into a bag. Checking out downstairs, I wondered where Alejandro was as I chatted with the clerk. I told him to meet me in the lobby, after all.

Soon after returning the keys, I got a text.

My stomach turned. What I'd wanted to see, what I'd spent years lusting over, Alejandro had complete and unfettered access to. 

I texted again, asking what room he was in. No reply. 

I resigned myself to sitting in the lobby, waiting for something from Alejandro. Maybe it should have been me. The feeling ate at me. My mom. I loved her. But the months of anticipation, the preparation, all went out the window because I'd gotten cold feet.

"Room 531" 

I received a text from that same unknown number. Silje's number.

I headed up. 

I'd never seen Silje nude before, even in my many years of admiring her, having a crush on her from afar. Now, instantly, Alejandro had changed that. He broke the nudity barrier immediately, sending her most sensitive parts without a second thought. Her tits and pussy were way hotter than I could have ever imagined.

I knocked on the door. "It's open!" Was the shout I heard from the other side. I turned the doorknob, walking in. But my eyes blew up wide when I saw what was waiting.

Silje's body was on the bed, nude, humping a pillow.

"What's up mano!" The apparent woman said in a decidedly Hispanic accent before moaning. 

"Dude!" I shouted. "You've been a woman for less than thirty minutes and you're already masturbating?"

"You wouldn't?" He replied. "I had no idea her tits were this big." He bounced them and swiped his hands across them to drive the point home. "Plus her pussy is so HOT. I keep rubbing it and my whole body goes all funny."

I knew that I would. Hell, that was the plan all along. Sure, I would have gone back home first, but a thorough exploration of her body was something I couldn't wait to do. 

But now, that body was in the hands of Alejandro. My buffoonish coworker who'd called me gay for even suggesting possessing a woman literally yesterday.

"I'm cumming." Alejandro said, shaking his body back and forth. Soon after he slumped forward, hips quaking, tits hanging beneath him and echoing the shockwaves he was undoubtedly loving.

I stood breathless, my dick rapidly hardening in my pants. I had to do something to break the silence.

"Why don't you get dressed, it's time to go."

Alejandro was still panting. "Alright, pick something out. My head isn't even working right."

Jealousy flared, but I suppressed it. I walked over to the giant suitcase that had Silje's clothes. Digging through her clothes felt so wrong. I wondered if in her body, that wouldn't be the case. The bras and panties that my hands rubbed wouldn't be foreign, but specially selected by a cadre of managers and designers to fit my proportions exactly. I decided on a buttoned white shirt and some jeans. Something plain that wouldn't attract too much attention.

I tossed them at Alejandro. "Throw these on."

He stood up, never stopping the juggling of his tits.

"Do I have to stop rubbing my pussy?" He laughed. Laying the shirt to the side and putting his feet in the jeans. I just rolled my eyes.

"These pants won't even fit over my ass!" Alejandro jumped and twisted, his tits bouncing from side to side unconstrained. "Nice job picking clothes, tonto."

"Alright, Alejandro, we've gotta do something about that accent."

"Racist! I always knew you had it out for the latinos, ese!" He replied, laughing.

"In case you haven't noticed, you're not latino anymore. You're Norwegian. You've gotta talk like she did and not like a fucking cholo unless you wanna tip off everyone that Silje isn't exactly in the driver's seat anymore."

"Relax, bro." He said, punching me in the arm. "You really think anyone's gonna see all this and think it's a chubby hispanic dude?" Alejandro stared right at me, his new face staring daggers into my soul.

Shit. Silje, or the new Alejandro, was so smoking hot I couldn't form the words. I wanted to disagree, but... I just couldn't. That body was getting it's way, no matter the scenario, no matter who was inside it. 

And it could have been me in there. No, it should have been me in there. If only I wasn't a pussy, I could have had one between my legs right then.

Alejandro slipped on the shirt, breaking me out of my trance. 

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I turned on the car after a long exit to the hotel. The same clerk who had checked me out had asked for Alejandro's autograph. Then, he'd been stopped for a selfie by a few fans. I grumbled to myself as he checked out his own face in the passenger side window.

"Shit, being a celebrity is lit, yo!" He laughed, his white teeth shining in Silje's mouth. "What is she again? A pornstar or something?"

"She's a model." 

"Damn bro, why you tripping?" He laughed. "Or should I say, cool your tits. Oh wait, you don't have any!"

We came to a red light and I slammed the brakes hard. "Can you take this seriously for even one second!" I shouted. "I planned this out for months. I meticulously studied every aspect of her life so I could take it over without a trace. I even learned how to make potions and read spells! Now you're just fucking around in there. Can't you see how this would leave me even a little pissed off?"

Alejandro wasn't listening. I looked over, and he was slipping his tits out of his top and shaking them around.

I resigned myself to driving in silence as the car lurched forward. We pulled to another stop.

"OOH!" I heard Alejandro's new voice say. "A sex shop! Stop the car! Cumming felt so good in here bro, I need to get a few vibrators."

"I thought that was gay?" I said, my aggravation ever growing.

"Nahhh, once you feel how good a pussy is all that goes right out the window." He laughed. "Pull in! C'mon, you can watch me all you want." He bounced his tits for effect.

"That should be my pussy, don't you get it!" I lashed out. "I should have taken the leap, but I couldn't. So now you're living my dream." I tapered off, confessing.

"Shit bro, why didn't you just say that." He said, inexplicably still smiling. "You still have that wacky book right? Just take over another bitch?"

That did make sense. I mean, why not let Alejandro have his fun? I would just need to find someone else, and I get back to what I wanted. 

A car was beeping at me from behind.

I pulled into the sex shop.

Twenty minutes later, Alejandro was in the backseat. I snuck glances at him as he stuffed his snatch repeatedly full of dildo. A bag of vibrators, nipple clamps and other sex toys was tossed to the ground beside him.

"Oh, fuck. This thing feels so good with a dick inside, mano."

"Never say that again." Was all I could say as I dropped off Alejandro at his shack of a house.

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Over the next few weeks, I didn't hear much from Alejandro. Naturally, he'd stopped showing up to Marty's. I moved boxes on my own, without any help. I did get overtime pay for all my trouble, but the work was backbreaking. 

Finally, I got a call from him one day.

"Hey man. What are you doing." He said. I still wasn't used to hearing his new voice. Especially with it overlaid with his clearly Central American accent.

"I'm just getting back from work. I'm fucking exhausted." I sighed, falling back on the couch.

"I hope not too tired." He replied.

"Huh?"

"Well," Alejandro began. "I kinda ghosted Silje's agents for like 3 weeks. I was too busy masturbating all day!"

I flared again with jealousy and rage.

"Anyway," he continued, "I got in contact with them and they booked me a flight back to Norway for this Saturday. But before that, I wanted to try something."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Well, it's been great feeling a vibrator on my pussy. But if I'm gonna be a chick full time, I gotta be ready to fuck dudes. That's where you come in."

"Are you serious? You want me to fuck you?" I laughed. "You've really done a total 180."

"Man, when I say I was masturbating all day, I mean it. I mean this pussy can cum ten times in a row if the vibrator's batteries keep going. Plus, if you get the vibrator going, your hole is still wide open for business. It's like a different pleasure spot in there, and you can hit them both! It's like the orgasms never stop, one just comes down halfway then leads to another! Plus, I just stare at myself in the mirror and get super turned on."

"Just come over." I said, hanging up, unable to hear any more of what I'd missed out on. 

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I looked on my phone app doorbell, and saw Alejandro flashing his tits. Let's hope my mom was still sleeping.

"Open up puneta." He said, shaking his tits all the while.

I came down to the door. Wow, that body was even hotter in person.

"Hey, pussy." Was what Alejandro said as I opened the door. He pushed past me.

"Shouldn't I be the one calling you pussy now?"

"Nah. I'm gonna grab a beer, then meet me up in your room. I've gotta freshen up."

It seemed like Alejandro was trying to act like a woman, but he wasn't selling it. His accent and mannerisms were all off, and I heard a loud burp as I heard his footsteps thump up the stairs.

What wasn't up for argument though was how fucking hot that body was. That face - wow. Striking in every sense of the word. That blonde hair matched that tanned skin so naturally, and it was flawless everywhere without any blemishes. Silje had hit the genetic lottery, and I'd been too chicken to cash in my lottery ticket.

I walked upstairs, opening the door to my room. That's when I saw Alejandro, spread eagle on my bed.

"Ready to fuck, estud?" He said, trying his best to get my attention.

"Bro, just... stop talking."

He smiled and flipped over. I pounced.

I pushed into Alejandro from behind, overcoming the initial resistance of his pussy. The entering made him gasp, urging a feminine moan from his lips. 

Slowly, I picked up the pace. That round peach of an ass slapped against me, the light reflecting off the perfectly smooth skin which I traced up and down with my hands. Before long, we'd caught a good rhythm and Alejandro was moving his posterior backwards to catch my rhythm as I thumped into him.

His moans were deafening, and I reached around to grab his incredible tits. His pussy was sopping.

"I'm CUMMING." He squealed. His ass and legs shook uncontrollably, the same way I saw them shake when he came from humping the pillow in the hotel room.

Soon after, I emptied myself. Not wanting to get that body pregnant, I shot cum all over his back, making a mess over the sheets.

 He fell down onto his chest. "Uhhh. That was so gooood." He moaned.

I wiped his backside off with my sheets, they were ruined anyway.

"I might turn into a slut in Norway." Alejandro said. "I'm addicted to this bitch's orgasms."

"Speaking of... have you been learning any Norwegian?"

"Why would I learn that gay ass language?" He laughed, throwing his bra back on. "I'm just gonna look hot and pop my pussy, mano!"

"Dude, because you actually have to blend in! Otherwise you're gonna get figured out asap."

"Nah, I'll just shake my tits and get whatever I want. I've been doing it around town already!"

"You've been doing what?" I said.

"Yeah bro, I just flash my tits and get whatever! I've gotten soo many free drinks at the bar, and they changed my tires down at the shop for free since I let them take a picture."

"Dude, you realize you have this personality to keep up! I mean, you have this celebrity thing on a silver platter and you wanna turn into a prostitute immediately."

"Bro. I'm the one with the tits. So I respect it, but I don't give a fuck bro."

I was fuming.

"Alright bro, get out of here for a second. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep up so I brought my favorite dildo."

He had a look of superiority on his face. That he was better than me, and he knew it. In a few short weeks, the jolly man from the drugstore was gone, replaced by a stuck up bitch drunk with orgasmic ecstasy and power.

I left, slamming the door. I was full of anger and regret. That body. It should have been mine! I would have used it the right way. Kept up appearances, used its power for good. 

But my mom. I knew I couldn't have left her. So, I walked all the way to the other side of the house to the only woman I knew could comfort me.

I walked inside. I went up to my mom's room. She'd been there for me all those years growing up after my dad had passed. As brutal as it was, I had no regrets.

"Mom?" I said.

She laid there in bed, resting, sleeping. Her body was frail, a shell of what she once was. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and her eyes gently opened. 

"Cody?" She asked in a breathy voice.

"Yeah, mom. I'm here."

"Cody. How are you, sweetie."

"I've been better. But I'm just glad to see you."

 "What's the matter?" She said, looking at me with concern.

"If I got an opportunity, one that meant I could change my life forever, but I could never see you again, would you be mad?"

"Honey, of course not." She said. "You've been doing what's best for me for years. At some point, you've gotta do what's best for you."

"But I don't think I could look at myself in the mirror if I left you here. I mean, look at yourself."

"Honey. Let me show you something. Open the drawer."

In it I saw a glass bottle full of some glowing liquid.

"I made this one evening. It's..."

"A possession potion?" I finished the sentence for her.

"How did you know?" She replied.

"I found this spellbook. Under the drugstore. It had a recipe for a potion, one that looked exactly like this."

"Honey. Our family, we're different. We come from an order of witches. That spellbook, one of our ancestors wrote it. Well, not mine, per-se."

I looked at her, confusion growing by the second.

"I possessed this body back in the 80s. Your dad was the kindest man I've ever met, and I fell for him. Problem was, he'd fallen for Melinda. Me. So I took her over. When you were born, I'd already possessed her, so the power was in this body and passed along."

I was dumbfounded. This idea I'd had, it seemed like my mom had had that idea long ago.

"Take this. Use it to get yourself a better life." She handed me the potion. "Don't worry about me. I'll rest here, and once you're gone, I'll call for help."

My mom and I held hands for another hour. We chatted, before she drifted off to sleep, her breaths slow.

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I left, my effort redoubled. Now, I had the power and the blessing. Although it was perverse, I was going to finish what I started.

I walked into my room, where Alejandro still was.

He was sitting on the bed, drilling into his pussy, even still.

"Hola, bro." He said, grunting. "You ready for round two?"

I just walked up to his head, grabbing a single hair and pulling. 

"Hey, what was that for?" His rhythm remained uninterrupted.

I thought about it some more. I could become anyone. Any person, man or woman, anywhere in the world. 

But I'd spent years lusting after Silje. Wondering what she'd look like, naked. Studying how she lived, moved and acted. Now, my friend was living my dream. 

I took the hair, tossing it into the potion. Then, I slammed it into the ground. 

The winds started, and the portal opened once again.

This time, there was no need to wait for them to pick up into a tempest. Without a moment to waste and with conviction, I dived in.

I was in freefall for three or four seconds before I was jarred by the falling abruptly replaced with perfect steadiness.

"Oh fuck!" I said aloud, the voice distinctly feminine.

"IT FUCKING WORKED!" I yelled, my tits flopping everywhere. My pussy was buzzing and I saw a dildo and vibrator tossed to the side on the ground.

I sat up, looking into the mirror. Staring back at me was my fantasy woman, as well as my fantasy realized. I was her.

I scrolled through her contacts. Finding one that said "Manager - Annika" in there, I called.

"Hallo." I responded, talking in the Norwegian I'd learned. "I'm sorry I've been out of communication. I've just been stressed and needed to get away. Can we move my flight home to Oslo to first thing tomorrow?"

"Yes, good to hear from you Silje." Of course we can. I'll text you the details once they're booked.

I sighed. I'd done it. No more Alejandro to ruin this body's delicate reputation. Now, I'd taken over. Just like my mother had a generation ago. Maybe, now that I was a woman, I could pass the trait on one day to my child. I certainly was young and had at least a decade to get pregnant, if I wanted.

In the meantime, my pussy ached and I felt the emptiness left by where the dildo had been so recently.

Sitting back on the bed, I took inventory of my new immaculate form.

These tits, tanned skin and wide hips, they were all me. The face, which I couldn't see would make my life easy as pie moving on - all I had to do was not screw up what she'd already built.

In the meantime, I could have a little fun. One thing Alejandro had said was true. If this was my body forever, I needed to get used to it.

I reached down to my still sopping wet pussy.

Each slap was bliss, activating the nerve endings concentrated down between my legs.

My pussy was throbbing with each heartbeat, calling out for something more. This thing was insatiable. I could see how it could be habit forming. 

Reaching onto the ground, I grabbed the pink vibrator. I nudged it against my pussy, still off at first. The rubbery tip between my lips urged out a breath I didn't know I was saving. It was so pleasurable to have that sensation, that burst of satisfaction with each swipe.

Finally I took it into my other palm, pressing the button which caused the vibrator to burst into life.

Easing it back up to my pussy again, I made the slightest touch,

"Whoa!"

I was interrupted by a burst of ecstasy, beginning in my stomach and spreading electrically to my limbs before settling in my forehead.

There was a tip, meant to sit inside me while a little nub rested against my new Silje-clit. Slowly, I urged the dildo inside. The tip made contact with my clit, and I threw my head and arms back, half involuntarily as they gripped the sheets beneath me. I was riding this pleasure stick and I was loving where it was taking me.

Soon, the pleasure inside me was combining with the vibrating pressure on my clit. The tingling inside me became too much to bear, and I felt my legs and my pussy clamp simultaneously, the dildo still buzzing up in my stomach.

Just as Alejandro had in Silje so many times, I felt a mind crushing, soul bending orgasm that had me howling and clawing at the sheets. 

When I came down, the intensity was still there, I sat up, placing the dildo's base between me and the bed, driving it up to my core. Any pain was instantly replaced by the pleasure of the dildo, the vibrator's hum as it nestled upon the tiny nub of a clit that had replaced my penis.

My mind went from a fuzz to a full blown whiteout as I pressed my mouth into the bed, my nipples dragging along the bedsheets as I was overwhelmed with a full blown round two of the orgasm. I rocked and bucked for another minute, it seemed, before the contractions of my pussy pushed the dildo out of me, and I was left a pile of tits and legs on the bed, the echo of the still vibrating dildo all I could hear.

After several minutes, I sat up. I looked down at my tits, smiling while squeezing them. They were mine to keep, and I'd treat them with the care they deserved. Of course, enjoying their pleasure for myself now and again.

If those orgasms hadn't sold me, I was one hundred percent sure now. This was the body, the life for me. 

I'd made the leap, and had ended up exactly where I was meant to be.

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Epilogue:

I sipped champagne in first class of the Norwegian Air flight to Oslo. I was seated next to a middle aged woman who'd recognized me. I made some brief chatter with her, before throwing on some music and looking out the window as I saw the American coastline disappear from view.

I wondered how things were in my hometown. My mom had been set up in a hospice facility. Using Silje's bank account, I placed enough money in a trust to make sure she was taken care of . I gave her my new number to text in case she needed anything.

Alejandro hadn't been seen since I casted the spell. I assumed that the spell destroyed the user's body and the consciousness of the target, merging the two into a new body/mind pair. I did feel bad. He was a good guy, if a bit of a buffoon. But after getting a taste of what this body had to offer, there was no way I could resist. Even if it meant Alejandro stood in my way, even if it wasn't a lie to say that I'd gotten him into this mess.

I wasn't a hero. But I was in a good place. Possession is a cruel mistress. Just as easy as you can take someone over, you can be taken over. Be happy about where you come from. Be happy if you aren't a celebrity, that you don't have anyone wishing they could be you.

If they could take it, they would. 

If it's enticing enough, they wouldn't give it a second thought, damn it if it ruined you.

I was thankful that I was running from this magic stuff. If my mom had made it that long, I could too. I'd have to lay low, but this body was worth it. Perhaps one day, I'd have kids. Twenty or thirty years after that, I'd tell them they came from a line of American witches, even though they were pure Scandinavian by blood.

But for now, I sipped my champagne. I had a new life to live, and I was going to enjoy it, just in case someone had the same idea I'd had so many months ago.

I'd taken the leap, and I'd ended up exactly where I was meant to be.