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

Spanish Teacher Takeover Finale

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Spanish Teacher Takeover 3

"Tommy, can you come downstairs!" I heard my mom shout as I sat in my room. I sighed as I paused the videogame I was playing to walk towards the door. "What could it be this time" I wondered as I mentally checked to see if I had done the dishes last night. As I rounded the corner, I was shocked to see who popped into view: my spanish teacher, Señora Martinez.

Last week, I used a website called possession.com to literally control her body from the inside and do my spanish homework. Well, that was the plan at least. Every time I saw her reflection, or touched any part of her body, or felt it being touched, I got super turned on. My friend Connor and I basically said "fuck it" to the Spanish homework and just banged like rabbits the whole time. Once I got back, I realized the videos we shot were a literal gold mine. We had been selling it for $50 bucks a pop to any kid who could scrape the money together. They would pay pretty much anything to see the hottest teacher in school naked and willing.

That's why I was more than a little worried when I saw Señora Martinez in my kitchen on a Saturday morning. I wondered if she had heard about what happened. Some nosy asshole, like Karen Jones, had probably told gotten wind of the whole racket and told her. That little bitch.

It was pretty weird seeing her after I had gotten to know her so intimately, seeing her body from behind her own eyes. As I stole a glance at her massive bust, all I could think of was those same tits bouncing when I was getting fucked as her.

"Mrs. Masters, can I talk to Tommy alone for a second?" Señora Martinez asked. "Sure thing! Let me know if you need anything!" My mom responded as she walked off. "Mucho Gracias!" Señora Martinez responded.

"Hi Tommy" Señora Martinez said. "I bet you're wondering why I'm over at your house." "Um, yeah" I responded, worried that the jig was up. "I bet you don't like it when I show up places uninvited." She said coldly. "Or take things. Kind of like when you visited my house uninvited last weekend, and took my body for a little joyride."

I froze, fearing the worst.

"You should see the look on your face, man." She said, smiling and laughing. "It's Connor in here!"

I sighed. "What the fuck man, I was scared shitless! The bad Spanish should have given it away."

"Let me make it up to you." My friend hefted his new MILF tits as he turned. "Mrs. Masters, I'm going to tutor Tommy a bit, is it OK if we use the desk in his room?" "Ok, sounds great!" She said.

As my friend walked, I stared at his massive latina ass shaking under him. "I used some of the money we made to buy some time in her body. It was way cheaper, no memories needed this time. Don't worry, we'll make it back though. Think of it more as an investment."

She took my hand and pulled me into my room, closing the door gently. "What if my mom finds out?" I asked. She began to pull off her top. "Finds out what, that your Spanish teacher is really your best friend? Yeah right. You fell for it." He whipped off his shirt, her tits only held behind a pink bra.

Fiddling with the straps, she crunched her face in frustration. "How do you work this damn thing?" "I don't know man." I replied. "When I was in there I let her memories do all the work for me." Struggling, Connor resigned himself to pulling the bra, still strapped, up and over his head, leaving his tits slightly red where the bra slid past.

"Now, where were we... oh yeah. Hello ladies." Connor trailed off as he experienced the exquisite sensation of being the proud owner of a pair of triple D cup tits for the first time.

"Won't it be weird for you to have sex in there with no memories?" I asked "Nah. I was tweaking my nipples and rubbing this awesome clit the whole drive over. I'm so unbelievably horny in here."

"But won't you..."

"Shut up and fuck your smoking hot teacher already before your mom comes up."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Not knowing how to fuck while wearing a vagina, I took the lead while Connor just laid back and stared at his tits. It was a struggle to stay quiet knowing my mom was directly downstairs, but I have to admit it was a pretty big turn on as well.

As I was fucking Connor, I imagined being where she was. I knew exactly how to work the tits and pussy of the woman I was fucking, since about a week ago, those were my tits and pussy. I could feel the pleasure from fucking, and the pleasure from knowing how it felt to be where she was, about to cum.

"Wow, that was amazing. Words can't even describe." Connor said as we finished.

I stood behind Connor, looking down from his point of view. From that vantage point, I could see the view as if I was back in that body. Those hands mine to use to work her tits whenever I felt like it.

Staring at those hands, I felt a flare of jealousy that they weren't mine to command at this very moment. I wanted to be back in the driver's seat, not watching, but in control.

"This should be a big hit with the guys at school, huh." Connor said, still feeling the pleasure from his Martinez orgasm. "Yeah I hope so." I replied. I needed the money so I could come back soon.

Spanish Teacher Takeover 2

"Ayyy que rico!" I moaned as I felt wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure coursing through me. My hands never left my massive temporary tits, which I saw every time I stared down at my bronze skin. That's right, these weren't my tits. This wasn't even my body. Plus, I barely knew enough Spanish to say my own name.

To understand how I got here, I have to go back a few days. My best friend Connor and I came up with a wild plan to pass senior year Spanish: take over the body of our spanish teacher Señora Martinez using a website called possession.com. There was an upgraded feature that let you access the memories of the person you possessed, and the plan was to use the website to take over our teacher and do the project with the knowledge of a native Spanish speaker at our fingertips.

Though the plan was in place, there was one key aspect we had to agree upon: who was actually going to do the possessing.

"So who's gonna possess her?" I said. Connor replied: "Well, I was gonna leave that up to you." I thought for a moment about what the website and reviews had said. If this was legit, I would actually be able to control Señora Martinez from the inside. If that happened, there would be nothing stopping me from taking a firsthand look at her perfect tits, or even copping a feel. After seeing the photos on the website, there was basically no way I could resist that idea.

"I'll do it." I told Connor. "Would be cool to see what's going on in that head of hers. Plus, you live way closer to her house." I said, trying to keep my true intentions hidden. "Ok, awesome!" Connor said. "Meet me at my place at 9 on Wednesday. The website said her husband is usually gone on the weekends so we should be alone then." "Ok, bye."

As soon as I hung up I immediately went back to the photos on the website and started to jerk off.

After spending the better part of a school year getting chewed out by rule-following Señora Martinez, it was incredible to see her naked and aroused. It was even better that it wasn't actually her, but guys using her as their plaything. Pretty soon, she would be my plaything.

As we put our payment information into possession.com, we rehashed the plan. I would take over Señora Martinez and Connor would head over to the house with the project materials. I entered the details into the site. One hour possession with the memory access upgrade. "Ok, you ready?" I asked Connor. He gave a quick nod. "Here goes nothing" I said as I clicked the big button with the words POSSESS.

As soon as I heard the click, I felt a pull as my conciousness left my body. After about a second of darkness, I flashed back to reality. I blinked my eyes quickly as I tried to get my bearings. I was in a bedroom, alone, sitting on a bed. I swiveled my head around until I saw something move: my own reflection. As I stood up, my mouth hung agape as I stared at myself in disbelief. I was Señora Martinez.

My shy, nervous look displayed on Señora Martinez's face was something I had never seen before. She must have been getting dressed or undressed, because as I lowered my gaze Señora Martinez's massive tits came into view. Her memories filled in the details. She had just come back from a meeting at the school and was getting undressed to shower.

I looked straight down now, and saw a line of cleavage that seemed to go on and on forever. I looked from side to side, and after seeing nobody I took two handfuls of my tits. They were amazing. Plush yet firm, and fucking huge. I pulled them out of the top and took them in my hands. They felt amazing.

Just as my focus was about to turn to my nipples I heard the doorbell ring. Looking out the window next to me I could see that Connor was outside. I tucked my tits away and walked toward the door, more than a little horny from finally getting a peek at my teacher's smoking body.

"Tommy? Is that you in there?" Connor said after I opened the door. "Yeah, it's me" I replied, hearing Señora Martinez's higher voice leave my lips, the slightest touch of a latin accent escaping with the words. Connor stood there, in equal parts shock and lust. I noticed his eyes pointed downwards, and following them I noticed I had never buttoned my top from earlier. "Ahem, wanna come in?" I said, breaking his focus. Señora Martinez's memories threw up multiple pictures of Connor doing the same in our classroom, with someone else by his side. Me.

I sat down and opened the project. As I read the rubric, the words came to me as easily as they would in English. I read the words quickly an dunderstood them perfectly. "Que tonto era." I said to myself as I pulled from Señora Martinez's memories and started typing up the report on Mayan culture.

As I typed and Connor formatted the document, my horniness from earlier came back to the forefront. I could see her cleavage, which pushed outward into the bottom of my view. What's more, I could actually feel everything. The cold air hitting the tops of my breasts and my nipples hardening as they pushed into Señora Martinez's bra. As I shifted from side to side, Señora Martinez's cushioned ass swaying below me, I could feel a damp spot appear where my dick used to be.

Her memories told me she hadn't seen her husband in over a week. When she started to play with her tits, that usually sent her body into overdrive after this long of a dry spell, even without a horny teenage boy at the controls. My mind started to rationalize and then it dawned on me.

"Hey Connor?" I called out, making my voice sound subtly sweet yet seductive. "Yeah Señora Mar... I mean Tommy." "I just had a crazy idea. I'm basically done, and we still have 40 minutes left with this body. I was thinking that if we take some sexy pics of Señora Martinez, we could sell them and make a fortune. Maybe even enough to come back." I stood up and acted shy, using her knowledge of seduction to push my tits together with my elbow. "I'll get changed" I said.

I came back wearing one of Señora Martinez's swimsuits. Although I didn't plan on wearing it for long. "Start recording" I commanded softly as I neared him. I could tell he was shy, but I let Señora Martinez's experience do all the work. I pulled my breasts out of my top one by one. I pushed his hands onto my tits and started kneading.

After he had felt up every inch of my body, I called him over to the couch. I led Connor over and pulled his dick out. Using her years of experience, I began to expertly work his dick with my tits, enjoying their feeling in my own hands. I wasn't gay and would have never enjoyed this, but when looking through Señora Martinez's eyes it all felt right.

Now that I was here, I understood the reviews. In Señora Martinez's body, I was insatiable. I had to have him. "Fuck me right now." I commanded, and Connor was happy to oblige. He pulled out from between my massive tits and inserted it into my folds. I felt a huge wave of pleasure. Señora Martinez needed this, bad. I began to moan as my hands alternated between the nipples atop my breasts and my throbbing clit, knowing exactly how to get them going thanks to Señora Martinez's memories.

All the tension had reached a climax, and I orgasmed in Señora Martinez's body, my eyes rolled back into my head as I felt pulse after pulse of ecstacy.

"Dude it's 9:55!" Connor said. "I haven't even cum yet!" I sat up quickly and took his dick between my tits. Squeezing them until they were taut, I worked his dick back and forth until he erupted all over me.

"Now get the fuck out of here before I lose control!" I said, pushing him off of me. As Connor grabbed the materials from the project, I lied back on the couch, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow of what seemed like the biggest orgasm she could recall in the last while. I heard the door slam, and I felt myself getting pulled away from her amazing body. I was leaving her naked with cum all over her, but there's no way she'd ever piece together what happened. Even if anyone had caught a glimpse, they would have seen Señora Martinez having a tryst with one of her students.

I reappeared in Connor's room in the same spot I had been in before. Possession.com was still open on my computer. Enjoyed yourself? Leave a review! read a message that had popped up on the screen. I went to Señora Martinez's profile and started typing.

I took over Señora Martinez's body so I could make her give us an A in her class. Naturally, I started feeling her up, but she was super sexually deprived since her husband had been gone for over a week. Her unbelievable body made it super easy to convince my friend to give her the good dicking she needed. With the memories package, I had the sexual experience of a mature woman even though I'm normally an 18 year old boy. The orgasm was the craziest I've ever had. I'll definitely be back.

Spanish Teacher Takeover 1

"Tommy, Connor can you stay for a moment after class please" My Spanish teacher Señora Martinez called at us as we were about to leave. We doubled back and stopped in front of her desk.

"Hey guys, so I need to talk to you about your grades. If you don't get a B or better on this final project, you're going to fail this class. I think what would be best..." I zoned out as I kept staring at her. Despite being a middle aged woman, Señora Martinez was still really hot. I mean no wonder I was failing. My eyes trailed down to her tits. Damn, I really wanted to take a good look at them, or even give them a firm squeeze, but I knew that would never happen.

"Do you both understand?" She asked. We quickly nodded and left the room.

Connor called me later that night to get started on the group project. "How the fuck are we going to pass this class?" I asked. "There's no way in hell I'm repeating Señora Martinez's class. She's a total bitch!"

"I didn't want to have to do this. But we might not have a choice." Connor said. "What do you mean man?" I responded as I heard a ping in my inbox. I looked on with interest as I saw a link to a site called "Possession.com"

There were a few rows of people, each with a name and a rating out of 5 stars below them. At the top of the screen was a search bar. I followed Connor's instructions and quickly typed "Maria Martinez" and hit enter. At the top was a profile with a picture of someone who looked exactly like Señora Martinez.

"What is this man? Are we gonna hire Señora Martinez to do our work for us?" I asked him. "Don't think I'm crazy when I say this. But this website will actually let you possess someone. Like physically control their body, from the inside" Connor replied. I looked toward him with shock.

"I've seen sites like this before. It's probably total bullshit!" I said to him, half laughing. "No dude." He responded. "It's 100% legit. You know Kelly Fox? The super hot Instagram model? Well, I've actually been IN her. Take a look at Señora Martinez's profile if you still don't believe me."

As I scrolled, I saw pictures of Señora Martinez. They started tame, just her sitting around the house. But my jaw dropped by the time I started moving toward the end.

There were multiple pictures of Señora Martinez, posing in lingerie with a lewd smile on her face. Way different than the stuffy and uptight teacher I knew from class. Her tits were almost visible. I wish I could see them! I thought to myself as I lingered. But my wish was granted as I scrolled on.

Señora Martinez was there, posing tits out for all to see. I felt a stiffening in my pants as I scrolled on.

"Even if this is true" I told Connor, "How does this help our grade?" "Well, the site has an option which allows you to access the memories of the person that gets possessed. If one of us were to possess her, we could use her knowledge of Spanish to do the project in like 10 minutes!" He replied excitedly.

I scrolled on to the personal information section. Every detail of Señora Martinez's life was there.

Name: Maria Ana Martinez-Rios
Age: 35 Years
Height: 5'5
Breast Size: 36 DDD
Occupation: Spanish Teacher at Two Rivers High School.
Relationship History: Married but husband often travels during the week.
Sexual History: 3 partners. All Male.
Wealth: Comfortable.
Personality: Traditional belief system. Strict rule follower. Enjoys holding power over her students.
Libido: High. Masturbates regularly when husband is away.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Prefers penetration to clitoral stimulation but can orgasm from both.
Skills included with Memory Package: Spanish. Native level fluency.

Below there were some reviews. From the looks of it, a number of people had already been inside Señora Martinez.

Maria's body is amazing and well worth the high price tag. I took her over while she was teaching one of her classes and put the nerdiest looking kid in charge. I walked over to the teacher's only bathroom and immediately took off her shirt and bra. Her tits are immaculate. A handful would be an understatement. Best 30 minutes of my life!!

I shuddered as I remembered that class. Señora Martinez immediately switched to English and wasn't able to understand anything we said or did. She told Karen Jones to take us through the exercises for that day and unexpectedly walked out of the classroom. She showed up 30 minutes later with her hair messed up and told everyone sorry for being late. I was so confused! I continued on as I read some more reviews.

Being Señora Martinez was fucking crazy. I mean, I stared at her tits all year and needed to play with them just once before graduation. I fingered myself to some crazy orgasms but it wasn't enough. Señora Martinez's body made me super cock hungry! I had to buy an extra day so her husband could come back and fuck me senseless. He thought it was so unlike her when I told him to fuck me in her classroom. How would he have known one of her students was wearing her like a puppet! Recording attached ;)

The review linked to a private folder on a filesharing website. Opening it up, I saw Señora Martinez riding a cock with her eyes screwed shut. She grabbed generous handfuls of her tits, almost like she was feeling them for the first time.

There was one final review below.

I decided to spend a week in the body of a local MILF. Maria's body totally fits the bill. Huge knockers and a face that screams "Fuck me". It was a joke how easy it was to pick up guys from the bar. "The memories package is absolutely necessary for longer stays. I don't know a lick of Spanish but I taught her class like it was nothing. Plus, I instantly knew how to put on a bra and find my G-Spot. Definitely worth the upcharge.

At the bottom was a little button that said POSSESS. There were a bunch of options and toggles that seemed to change the price. I made a mental note of how to find the images of Señora Martinez for a masturbation session later. But first I needed to pass Spanish.

"Ok Connor, I believe you" I said. " Nice!" He replied. "So if we do this, how much will it be?" "Well, we definitely need the memories. I figured we'd need at least one hour with her knowledge to get the project done." That puts the total at ... $750."

"Holy SHIT that's a lot." I yelled. "Well, if we pool our money, it won't be so bad. That's why I asked you to get involved" Connor said. "Also, whoever doesn't possess her can go to her house and help the one in her body with the project! That way we can get the work done sooner and actually bring materials in and out."

"So who's gonna possess her?" I said. Connor replied: "Well, I was gonna leave that up to you ... "