Possession Portal

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@hlretro2013 i am planning a vacation with my wife right now

Alex’s Possessions - Chapter 4 So uh there is no Alex in this chapter despite the title. This chapter is sort of a potential spin-off from the main series, don’t worry though Alex’ll be back next chapter. Though, if you want more of this, let me know. – Marrisa smiled at Jeff as she bought him and Jack two glasses of lemonade. Jack had started his job as the gardener at the Hutcherson house. He had Jeff with him, his boss’s son, ostensibly for help since he’d broken a rib in a car accident, but really the kid was there because Marrisa had asked him to bring him along. He frowned at her suggestive smile at the kid and more suggestive clothing. She was distracting him from the work. “Your sister’s really nice,” Jeff said as Marrisa walked off. “Huh?” Jack asked. “That’s Marrisa, kid.” “What? But that day she said—” Jeff said. “No, that’s definitely Marrisa, I’d recognize my sister. That’s her assistant, lives here, she sometimes does appointments for her. You really thought, she was…” he laughed, “kid, you’re an idiot sometimes. Alex is on vacation, Lol.” “Hey, hey, how was I meant to know?” He said losing himself to thought. His impossible fantasies had suddenly become much less improbable, especially with that bit of info he had, yes, it made more sense now, why would someone so rich do something like that before. It made sense now. Now he could actually… “Jeff, hey kid, stop daydreaming about Marrisa for a second will ya.” Jeff blushed a deep red. Had he made it that obvious? He was suddenly deeply embarrassed. “Remember, I’ve got an appointment tomorrow and I won’t be around the rest of the week okay? You’ll be working on your own the next 3 days. Got it?” “Yeah man, I’ll be here after school, I’ll hold the fort down and whatever,” he said lost in thought again. 3 days alone? It could be a chance… – Jeff was trimming the hedges by the pool the next day. It was easy work, you just had to make sure to stay level. He was careful about not letting the cut leaves fly into the pool. He was excited. He had his phone ready, with everything downloaded and ready to “show-off.” He heard the sound of the back door opening and rehearsed what he was gonna say in his head. He realized he had a boner and quickly stuck his hands down his pants to tuck it under his waistband, hopefully she hadn’t see him doing that. “Good afternoon Jeff, I made you some lemonade, you must be boiling out here,” Marrisa said cheerily. Jeff turned around as if he’d just realized she was there… His jaw dropped. Marrisa was wearing just a bikini, not even like a conservative one, this one was… That cleavage though… “Jeff?” she asked bemused. “Oh,” he said snapping out of it, “Sorry, the uh sun, you know, had me a bit dazed for a moment.” He took the glass from her tray. “I’m gonna sunbathe a bit by the pool today, I think. You’re not going to be using power tools, are you?” Marrisa asked. Her face gave no hint at whether she noticed Jeff’s weirdness. “No, no, just shears today, I can’t really get the hedge properly level with the trimmer, because like—” “Great. Let me know if you need anything I’ll be right here,” she said cutting off his weirdly high-pitched explaination. Fuck, Jeff thought. Had she caught on? No, impossible, how could she know? He had tipped her a few hundred on her streams but like people would tip thousands. He’d used his real name though as his username. Nah, no way she remembered, nah gotta go through with it, right? Yes… “Hey, Marrisa, um, could you look at this,” he said walking over to her lounge chair, he had to bend down awkwardly to show her what was on the phone screen. “I think you need to turn up the brightness, dear, there’s a lot of glare,” she said. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jeff thought, as he quickly snatched the phone back and turned up the brightness. His boner slipped out of his waistband too, well, it didn’t matter if she saw the bulge in his pants now. Marrisa’s face darkened, “What do you want?” she hissed at Jeff. He almost fled at her glare, but he steeled himself up, the horniness definitely helped. “Well,” he said slowly, “I’ve watched your shows actually, and I’ve actually tipped you a few hundred bucks before. And I think you kinda owe me…” “Pervert!” She spat back. “Well if you’d rather have me show these to Mrs. Hutchinson… I heard she’s kinda religious…” He said with much more confidence. This power, he liked this power. He was rock-solid already. So many opportunities now… Marrisa had paled visibly. She’d gone positively ashen. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth, “but you delete those afterwards!” “Only if you give me my money’s worth,” he said haughtily, “Bitch.” Marrisa held in her rage at the added word, as she led him inside to her room. “Go on then,” he said gesturing to the bulge in his shorts, “pull it out.” She pulled his pants down and freed his dick from its fabric prison, a menacing scowl on her face the entire time. Jeff was just glad he kept his boner and hadn’t gotten performance anxiety. He didn’t feel anxious at all actually, he was in control, she’d do anything he wanted, he was already fantasizing plans for future sessions, there were a lot of things he wanted to try… He grabbed her tits, and felt them up. It looked like she was about to slap him but she didn’t so much as react. Jeff was just speechless, he’d ogled these through his laptop screen so many times. He’d paid good money to have her moan his name while she played with these before. He went to take the bikini top off. He struggled so she helped him out, getting it off quickly. Maybe, Jeff thought, she was more into this than he— Holy shit! Those were the hottest biggest sexiest tits he’d ever seen! Marrisa started giving him a handjob, as he felt her up more. He was working hard to not cum right then and there. He couldn’t believe he was being jerked off by the chick he’d sent tributes to dozens off times. Those E cup tits, those toned arms, those abs… Fuck he couldn’t wait to get those lips around his cock… “You like that, don’t you? Now you get to feel what a real cock is like. Bet you can’t wait. You’ll forget all about those dildos you’ve taken after me, you dirty slut!” he jeered. “Bastard,” she said under her breath. “What’d you say to me?” Jeff asked, “you better watch you tongue or maybe I’ll leak those pictures. Actually, you know what, get on your knees, you won’t be about to mouth off with a dick in your mouth.” Oh yeah, he thought, he’d show this cam whore her place. He was gonna properly deep throat her, he knew she could do it. Yeah! “Come on, on your knees. I want you to properly deep throat it. I know you can, don’t try to weazel out of it.” Marrisa didn’t move, instead she, in one powerful motion, shoved him down and pinned him to the bed, arms trapped underneath him, his dick still in the other hand. What the fuck! What the fuck! Jeff tried to get free, but she was so strong, when had she been so strong? She didn’t have abs when he say her in the bikini in the garden. She had the tits on a stick physique! What fuck! He felt suddenly so very powerless. Holy shit, she was still so hot. He was so horny and so terrified… Fuuuck! – The Previous Day Marrisa walked over to Jack and Jeff. She’d decided to wear a low-cut sundress today. She knew Jeff would ‘subtly’ ogle her chest in it, but that was the point. Jack was a bit bored with the game, but he still played along. He was gonna drop the hint today,to make sure he knew he’d have her all alone the rest of the weekend. She gave Jeff a flirty smile before walking off. It was gonna be fun, she thought. She had really nothing to do while Alex was on vacation with John. Goodness knows why she took him along, certainly wasn’t for the sex, that was for sure. He’d been barely good enough with her at the helm, she thought, remembering. Anyways to the task at hand. The only instructions Alex had left her were to experiment a bit with her powers and to maybe surprise her when she got back. She had made progress on that front. Today was the first time she used her shapeshifter powers to make clothes. In fact, it was the only reason she was in a sundress. They were really inconvenient things. You had to take it off to pee, if you had tits like hers (back at the normal 32E for now), they either didn’t fit or you’d be afraid they’d pop out if you so much as jogged. But if you could vanish it at will, and can make the size absolutely perfect… Well then maybe there was something too them. She’d freed herself from makeup too. Now she could just find a look on Pinterest and just make it appear on her face. Well the first few times were less than great but she got it down. There were other benefits too, she’d made her breasts slightly more perky, just to compensate for age of course, and she didn’t need to work out anymore either. All in all it was going pretty great actually. – Marrisa poured a glass of lemonade, and set it on a tray. She reabsorbed the clothes she’d been ‘wearing,’ and replaced them with a zebra print bikini. It fit perfectly. She jogged on the spot in front of a mirror to get the breast jiggle just right. Not too bouncy that it was obscene but not too stiff that they looked plastic. She was a natural, thank you very much. Well she had used her new powers to adjust them a bit and she had messed with their size but right now they were in there original state. She picked up the tray and headed out. Jeff was butchering the hedges for some reason. She handed him his lemonade. She noticed the shock and awe when he say her in a bikini. That sundress the other day was probably the most skin he’d seen her show till now. Well, in person at least, he’d seen a lot more on her cam shows. Really he shouldn’t be shy at all right now, considering, she thought. She noticed his dick head poking out her pants as her lifted his arm to wipe sweat off his brow. This one was eager. He couldn’t see her glance through her sunglasses though. They were the only piece of real clothing she was wearing right now. She hadn’t managed to copy glass yet. She made quick small talk and went off to sunbathe. She didn’t need to, she could tan in the space of sentence, but she did need a reason to be there for when he tried his gambit. If he tried. He did, she’d only been lounging a minute when he nervously walked over. He had his blackmail on his phone and he held it out for her. She decided to make him squirm a bit and pretend not to see it because of the glare. He bumped up the brightness and held it back out for her. It was time for her to put those acting skills to the test. – Marrisa had the little twerp in her bedroom with his prick in her hand. He’d actually been quite a douchbag about the whole thing. She’d been expecting a shy idiot who need help finding the right hole, instead he’d been an ass. He’d finally realized he’d could actually have sex with her instead of just getting a handy. She was really good at handjobs but goddamn, he’d still be better at jerking his own cock, obviously. He was also under the impression that she was some kind of lesbian who hadn’t taken real dick ever. She almost broke character at that. Anyways, he was demanding his blowjob, and she simply didn’t like his tone. She pinned him to the bed before he could react. He struggled a bit but she was far stronger. He somehow didn’t notice she’d gained abs between now and the pool side. He also didn’t notice her hair was auburn today instead of the usual brunette. “I’ll release those videos!” He shouted desperately. “And I’ll bend your little dick back this way till it snaps,” she snarled. “You psycho bitch!” He responded. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, first Jeffrey you’re going to learn some manners,” she responded with a smirk, "Now the First Rule is that you’ll call me Miss Daniels and are completely obedient to my commands. "Rule Two: I want complete honesty. Don’t dare lie to me. “Rule Three: You tell no one about this. Not a soul.” “What’s in it for me?” Jeff responded still hostile. Marrisa ran her tongue from the base of his dick to the nerve at tip in response. “Why you get to learn Sex Ed from the best,” she explained, “So what do you say?” He looked a bit dazed. “I’ll give you a minute to think.” – Jeff’s mind was ablaze. He’d never, ever thought… No, for real had this just happened? Marrisa, Miss Daniels, would teach him sex… Teach. Him. Sex. Him. This has to be a prank, right. He wished it wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t… “I’ll do it,” He said. “‘I’ll do it,’ what?” She responded. “I’ll do it, Miss Daniels,” he responded. “Perfect,” she said cheerily, “Now we’ve almost run out of time today. So I’ll finish this hand job as your welcoming present, and then you’ll have your homework.” “Homework?” “Focus on cumming, dear,” she said, jerking him off. “There we go!” she exclaimed as he came. She said it as of she’d just helped him finish a difficult math problem. He just grunted, then winced a bit as she continued into the post-orgasm hyper sensitive period for his dick. “Wasn’t that fun!” she said, “Now pull your phone out.” The ‘blackmail’ was still opened. Jeff started to apologize, but she cut him off. “Nonsense, let’s get a selfie together, for new memories! In fact, we can take a picture every class as a photo journal.” She sidled up to him and they took the photo. Jeff looked bewildered, Marrisa (and her tits) looked magnificent. “You were giving me homework, Miss Daniels?” “Ah yes,” she said brightly. “You have to watch these three videos and tell me in which one the girl is enjoying it, and in which two she isn’t. I expect proper reasoning for your choices.” “My homework is to watch porn?” he asked confused. Marrisa tilted her head, and Jeff quickly added “Miss Daniels,” at the end. “Sure, why not?” she replied, “don’t jerk off during it though, I want you to be thinking with your head.” He blushed, embarrassed at the mention of him masturbating. Marrisa who had her tits out and cum on her fingers, didn’t. She decided he’d get over stuff like that soon and to not correct him. “It’s due next class, dear, by the way,” she added. “When’s next class, Miss Daniels?” he asked. “Oh right, yeah, so Jack’ll be on holiday next week too, so as soon as you finish the yard work, pop up stairs and we’ll begin.” “Right,” he said taking it all in. That meant class everyday for at least a week and half. Everyday… It felt weird being excited for class." “Great, now get cleaned up and dressed. Then class is dismissed,” Marrisa said. He walked off to the bathroom, to maybe shower, he wasn’t sure. He noticed Marrisa, or rather, his Miss Daniels was already dressed in a blouse and pencil skirt. Where they come from? When had she dressed? – Twas a good day, Marrisa thought. She had become a teacher. It was actually quite fun. Jeff too was a pretty bright pupil. Good kid, too, that blackmail business notwithstanding. Anyways, she had practically forced him into it, so who cares, it wouldn’t have worked anyways. Alex already knew. She got up and put some porn on the TV. She practiced copying the actresses in front of the mirror. Maybe she’d try copying dudes next.

A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 6 - Bikini Theft Auto Ted shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the hundredth time as he drove into the small city that Victor had directed him to, and then looked around at the buildings as he tried to get his bearings. He glanced down at his chest as he felt his tits shake when the police cruiser hit a bump in the road, and then shifted in his seat again. “Shit you’re antsy Fuck-face, what’s wrong with you?” Victor asked as he slumped back in his seat. “Sorry, it’s just I’ve never had to deal with Michael’s cum leaking out of me before. My panties are soaked,” Ted replied with a grimace. “Ha! I filled your cunt to the brim, didn’t I?” Michael said with a deep chuckle from the back seat. “Yeah, and my tits jiggling over every bump in the road is new too,” Ted replied as he took a hand off the steering wheel to caress his breasts. “You’ll get used to that Fuck-face. It feels weird for me not to have my chesticles jiggling right now,” Victor replied and then added, “You’ll also learn to clean up your slit before you pull up your panties.” “You know how fucked up it sounds to be having this conversation with two guys?” Ted asked with a chuckle, “What’s next? We share skin cream secrets?” “Nope, next is pulling into that alleyway over there,” Victor said as he pointed to a few buildings and a narrow road that led between them. Ted maneuvered the police cruiser into the alleyway and drove to a secluded spot and watched as Victor and Michael got out of the car. He also opened his door, got out, and then looked at the other men to see what he was supposed to do next. Michael was busy stretching and Victor was pulling the duffel bags out of the trunk. With no clue what was going on Ted finally broke down and asked, “So… what are we doing? What should I do?” “You should get out of that cop,” Victor replied without looking up, “But first you should strip down.” “What? Why?” “Trust me, Fuck-face,” was Victor’s only reply. Ted shrugged, glanced at Michael, who nodded at him, and then he started to pull off his clothes. Once he was standing completely naked with the uniform on the car seat in front of him and the bra and panties on a separate pile next to those he looked at Michael and asked, “How do I leave a body again?” “Just concentrate on wanting to be yourself kid,” Michael replied as he reached into the car and pulled the shotgun from its mount and looked it over with a glimmer in his eye. Ted closed his eyes and tried to push himself out of the female police officer’s body. It took a while to start but then seemed to happen rather quickly. He felt like he was losing feeling in his body, and suddenly had the rather peculiar sensation of being ooze as he felt his old self pulling out of his current body. He could feel himself start to reform behind where he had been standing a moment ago, and then was suddenly looking through his own eyes. The naked body of the policewoman fell to the side, and Ted looked down at the body he had just spent several hours in. “Get her clothes Fuck-face. Hurry up!” Victor called out, and knocked Ted out of his stupor. Ted reached forward and took the uniform off the front seat and heard Michael say, “Take the gun belt too, stupid!” “What am I supposed to do with this stuff?” Ted asked. “Put the pants on. Here’s a shirt and some flip-flops,” Victor replied as he tossed some stuff in Ted’s direction and held his hand out, “And give me the gun and utility belt.” “Where are my clothes?” Ted asked as he pulled on the pants. “They’re back on the floor of the diner where we got arrested, numbnuts. Remember?” Michael said as he grabbed the rest of the officer’s discarded clothing in the front of the cop car. “These pants aren’t going to fit right,” Ted complained as he looked at the six inches of ankle that showed out the bottom of the foot holes. “It’s those pants or go naked Fuck-face,” Victor replied as he grabbed the woman’s wrists and pulled her up and over one shoulder. “Fine,” Ted replied as he pulled on the shirt and slipped his feet into the flip-flops, “What are you doing with all the guns? Why are you taking them?” “Because you never know when a gun that used to belong to a police officer will come in handy Fuck-face,” Victor replied as he dropped the woman’s body next to a fence post and then Michael used one of the sets of hand cuffs from her belt to lock her to the post. “What are you guys doing? You’re gonna lock her to the post naked and just leave her here?” Ted asked in a shocked voice. “Yup,” Michael replied with a grin. “But why?” “Because it’ll be funnier than shit when she wakes up and realizes she’s naked and locked to a post, and has to call for help. That’ll teach her to be a stupid fucking pig.” Michael replied with disdain in his voice. “But…” Ted started and then was quickly cut off by Victor as he said, “Fuck-face, I’ve got a second pair of handcuffs here. If you feel that bad for her you can join her.” Ted closed his mouth and shook his head and then followed Victor and Michael as they walked out of the alley way. Michael made a quick stop at a dumpster and tossed the woman’s remaining clothing into it, and then dropped the set of keys for the police cruiser down the storm sewer grate before he rejoined Ted and Victor. “She shouldn’t be out for long, as you weren’t in her for that long. I wish we could stick around and see the look on her face when she wakes up and realizes she’s in an alley in a strange town buck-ass naked. Ha ha ha ha!” Michael chuckled in his deep voice. “Why do you hate cops so much?” Ted asked. “Well, if you were ever sent to prison for a robbery you didn’t commit, you’d be pretty pissed off too,” Michael growled. “Well, from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not too far from believable,” Ted shot back, “I mean you guys did actually rob my bank and then got it pinned on me! Maybe it’s karma?” “Well, what do you expect when you send an innocent man to prison? It was basically a how to course in committing crimes, and you get the added advantage of making connections in the criminal world to boot,” Michael replied. “Quiet you two. We have to find some bodies and a place to set up camp,” Victor commanded. “Where are you thinking chief?” Michael asked as they walked down the sidewalk. “There,” Victor said with an evil smile as he looked over and saw a group of young women holding up signs and directing cars into a small parking lot down the block. “A bikini carwash! It feels like we hit the damned lottery!” Michael howled triumphantly as he pumped his fists in the air. “Let me do the talking, got it?” Victor said in a menacing voice, which both Ted and Michael nodded at. The three men walked over to the parking lot, and Ted could feel some of the women turning and looking them, and especially him in his ill-fitting pants. Victor seemed oblivious to the looks and walked up to a rather gorgeous blonde woman in a small blue two piece bikini who was holding a sign and in a snake-oil salesman like voice asked her, “Hey sweetheart. What’s the occasion?” “We’re raising money for our trip to cheer finals!” She replied and then let out a loud cheer, which was returned like an echo by some of her friends and one added, “Go Huckletown University Hurricanes!” “Well, I’d love to get my car washed. How much does it cost?” Victor asked while giving the woman a dangerously large smile. “Cars are fifteen bucks, SUVs are twenty,” She replied as she suddenly eyed up Victor distrustingly, “But you have to bring them to the parking lot here.” “Oh, that is unfortunate. I have a motorhome. It blew a tire, and I was hoping to get it washed while I’m waiting for the tow truck. It’s right around the corner,” Victor replied as he nodded to the side of the building. “Well, maybe you can bring it by when you get the new tire,” the young woman said as she shrugged and started to walk away. “Um Miss?” Victor asked quickly before she could get too far, “What if I made it worth your while?” “What do you mean?” She asked through narrowed eyes as she turned and looked at Victor. “Well, I do love cheerleading as a sport, and I’d love to help your team out. What if I donated five hundred dollars, and you made a tiny little exception and helped me wash my motorhome even though it’s not in the parking lot?” Victor questioned with an innocent sounding voice. “You’re just talking about washing the camper, right? No funny business?” The woman asked as she cocked her hips and again shot Victor a look. “Absolutely,” Victor replied in his best soothing voice, “Why don’t you hold the money, come look at the motorhome for a moment, and my friends will stay here while I show it to you. That way you know that nothing strange is going on here.” Victor offered as he handed her a roll of money. The young woman’s eyes lit up as she was handed the roll of large bills, and she eagerly began nodding at Victor, who motioned for her to follow him while he shot Michael a look and held up his hand as if to say stay put, I’ll be right back. The young woman called out to a couple of her friends that she was going to look at a motorhome and would be right back as she held up the roll of money, which caused several of the girls to let out another cheer. The two of them disappeared around the corner of the building, and Ted stood there shifting his weight from foot to foot while Michael looked around at the beautiful college girls washing cars all around him, completely ignorant of the looks he was getting from them. A few moments later the blonde in the blue bikini walked back around the corner of the building, only now her face had been replaced by Victor’s mug, complete with his trademark scar. She walked over to a couple of her friends and said, “Hey, these guys are legit. I’m going to need two of you to come with me and help wash their motorhome. They said they’d throw in another five hundred bucks if we get it done before the tow truck driver can replace the tire, so let’s go! Ashley, Bridget, c’mon!” With that two of the girls that had been washing a small hatch-back with five other girls stood up and grabbed pals of soapy water and started to follow Vicky in her new body. She discreetly motioned to Michael to follow along, but he was too busy watching the cheerleaders washing cars to notice, so Ted elbowed him in the sides. “Hey! What the fuck was that for dickweed?” Michael complained loudly. “Victor… I mean Vicky motioned for us to follow,” Ted replied and pointed around the corner of the building. “Oh, well why didn’t you say so Fuck-face, let’s go!” Michael said as she trotted off, leaving Ted to shake his head and follow behind. When Ted finally caught up to the girls and Michael, he saw that Ashley and Bridget were standing behind a large block wall screen that was meant to hide dumpsters from the view of passing cars and surrounding buildings. They had set their buckets down and were grimacing at Vicky as she stood facing them. “What the fuck Nicole! There’s no motor home here!” Ashley complained loudly, “Where did that other guy go? The one with the fucked up face?” She was startled as Michael came up from behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist and said, “Don’t worry cutie, you won’t care what anyone’s face looks like in a few minutes.” She let out a quick squeal before Michael could get his hand over her mouth, but then her calls for help were gagged, and even though she struggled against him, Ted could see his friend’s form start to flow into the poor girl. Bridget’s eyes went wide as she asked, “What the fuck is going on here?” and then started to dart back to the parking lot, only to run face first into Ted as he came around the corner. He grabbed the petite brunette by her shoulders and then brought his face to her small pink lips as she tried to pull herself away. As she pulled back Ted could feel his body liquefy and flow down her mouth. She was robbed of her chance to scream as Ted flowed down her throat and into her body. The first thing he noticed was how nice the warm sun felt on all of his exposed skin, and the second thing he noticed was how much exposed skin he had. Almost every square inch of his new body was on display for anyone looking at it. Only a teensy tiny bikini bottom that was mostly strings and two barely adequate cherry red triangular scraps of fabric covered his pussy, ass and tits from the rest of the world. It felt liberating and made him self-conscious as the same time. He noticed that his inner thighs touched one another, although his smooth skin made it feel silky. He also noticed his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and was wet as it hit his shoulders and his upper back. It was amazingly cool compared to the heat of the sun beating down on his tanned skin. He looked down and grasped as the perfection of his new round perky tits and let out a small moan as he twisted his nipples through the thin fabric. “Quit your self-love Fuck-face, we’ll have plenty of time for that later. Right now we have to find a ride,” Vicky said, and her voice brought Ted out of his stupor as he looked over to see Michael’s face on the other red-headed girl’s body, and her new tits were bouncing gently in her white bikini as she pointed and laughed at him, and then began walking around and picking up the piles of clothing so that she could shove them in one of the duffel bags. “Find a ride?” Ted questioned as he dropped his hands from his breasts and followed Vicky as she walked back to the parking lot by the other cheerleaders. “Just let Vicky work her magic Teddy. She’s always got a plan,” Mickey replied as she winked at him and then let out a low growl and whistled a catcall out in Vicky’s direction as she said, “Vicky, you got a sexy little ass this time. Are you gonna let me fuck that thing with a ten inch dildo later?” “Hush stupid!” Vicky replied over her shoulder as she gave Mickey an evil glance and continued to head look around the parking lot. As Ted watched Vicky search for something he remembered back to Michael fucking him over the back of a squad car and wondered how big the man’s dick was. It had looked and felt huge to him as it was being shoved up his stolen cunt at the time. And the more he thought about it the more he felt his nipples strain against the tiny fabric triangles, and the warmer his pussy started to feel. He swallowed and wondered when they might have some time for messing around with these new bodies when Vicky suddenly walked back over to them. “Okay, here’s the plan. Teddy, I’m gonna introduce you to a guy. It’s your job to get him to follow you around the corner and keep him there for about fifteen minutes. Do whatever you have to. I don’t care if it takes choking on his cock like you’re a newborn that hasn’t been fed for days and he’s got the only bottle on the face of the planet. Mickey, I need a distraction. You see that red corvette over there? I want you to wait ten minutes and then climb up on top of the hood and start to dance like a fucking stripper. Loose your top, and if you have to your bottoms for all I care. I just want every eye watching you. When I’m done I’ll collect you both, got it?” Vicky asked with raised eyebrows. “Wait, you want me to suck a guy’s dick?” Ted asked with a disgusted look on his face. “No, said I want you to keep him distracted. For shit’s god damned sake Fuck-face, I don’t care what you do! Are you really that fucking stupid?” Vicky growled at him menacingly. “Um, fine. I got it. I got it,” Ted replied as waved at Vicky to get her to back off. “Okay, here we go,” Vicky replied as she walked up a man and said, “Excuse me, George? I just wanted to congratulate you and let you know that with your generous donation, you’ve now qualified for our special VIP experience. With that said, I’m going to let Teddy take care of you, okay?” And with that Vicky hooked her arm around the man’s waist and started to walk him away from his car and towards Ted. “But, I… um, I like to watch getting my car washed…” The man replied back in an embarrassed voice. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll enjoy Teddy’s company too! She REALLY likes convertibles, and has a habit of dropping her top, if you know what I mean,” Vicky replied to the man as she passed him on to Ted and motioned for him to get a move on. Ted smiled at the man and tugged on his arm to get him to walk faster around the corner of the building. The entire time they walked the man’s eyes never went above Ted’s neck and he wondered if the man even realized he had a head. Once they got around the corner the man’s eyes stayed focused on Ted’s new breasts as he asked, “Okay, so what now? I thought this was some sort of VIP experience.” “Um, yeah, it is, so…what do you want to do?” Ted asked in what he hoped sounded like a chipper voice. “Um, I hate to sound…you know…crude or something, but…you have a really great um…figure,” The man replied, still never seeing more then the lower eighty percent of Ted’s stolen body. “Oh yeah?” Ted replied with a grin as he suddenly realized this man was eating out of the palm of his hand, “Well then tell me if you like this?” And with that Ted began bouncing on his toes. His fleshy tits bobbled up and down, and he felt his hair also flail wildly as he continued. The man’s eyes went wide and Ted was almost concerned he was going to let out a holler and bring some unwanted attention to what they were doing. As Ted continued he could see the man’s pants tenting outward and he again felt that moist heat in his pussy as he saw the perfect utensil to help him scratch his new itch. “You want to do more then watch?” Ted asked in a silky voice as reached up and twirled the end of his long brunette hair with one hand. “Hell yes!” The man replied, “You mean I can actually touch?” The man replied as he brought his hands up and reached out for Ted’s tits. “Hehe, how about a little more than just touching?” Ted asked as he reached out, and gently caressed the man’s erect member through his slacks. The man started to pull back, and then looked around as if to see if this was a trap, but as Ted’s thin and graceful fingers unhooked his fly and reached inside his trousers and grasped the stiffened member with his small hands the man’s resolve soon broke. “That’s it…why don’t you get your little friend out, and we can all play a game of bouncing back and forth together?” Ted asked in his best seductive voice. And with that he spun around and grasped the strings at his waist and tugged them down to mid-thigh and bent over, offering his pussy to the man standing directly behind him. He turned around and shot the man a sensuous look, which was all he needed to pull his cock the rest of the way out of his pants and shuffle up to the back of Ted’s round ass. The man didn’t waste any time and basically just shoved himself up inside Ted’s waiting pussy. As the shaft first pushed its way inside his sensitive fleshy folds it was almost too much. Pleasure and pain mixed as the man’s dick wasn’t quite lubricated enough to make the initial thrust, but the feeling of being filled completely washed any regrets that Ted had away. Ted grabbed his knees and steadied himself as the man leaned over on top of him and pulled his bikini top off to the side and roughly grasped as his chest lumps. He didn’t really have much skill, and was mainly just squeezing and twisting, but the feeling of the man’s dick ramming back and forth in Ted’s sensitive pussy more than made up for it. He let out small moans of appreciation as the man grunted behind him. Both of them quickly increased the frequency of their pumping until Ted felt his body release and it felt like internal explosions from his toe nails to the end of his ponytail. As he came, he clenched his pussy lips against the man’s shaft, which gave him even more pleasure and caused him to double up on his orgasm and tip over the edge again just as the man’s thrusts became erratic and then suddenly the cock buried deep in his pussy leapt over and over again and he felt the man’s cum shooting out deep inside his belly. “Oh, fuck that was great,” The man said as he staggered back and leaned against the wall as Ted suddenly heard Vicky call out, “FUCK-FACE LET’S GO! NOW!” As Ted spun around he saw Vicky sitting in the seat of a white luxury sedan with the back door kicked open as she motioned for Ted to jump in the back. Michael was already in the passenger seat and was stark naked while smiling proudly. Ted grabbed his red bikini bottoms, yanked them up as far as he could and dashed to the open door. He dove into the back seat and felt the car lurch forward as Vicky gunned the throttle, and the momentum of the car slammed the door shut. Over the sound of squealing tires and Michael’s booming laughter Ted heard the guy who had just fucked him calling out, “That’s my car! Those girls are stealing my car! WAIT! NO! THAT’S MY CAR!”

Too Much of a Good Thing - Epilogue It’s been six months since I hopped Vanessa, determined to live her life as my own. So far it’s been hard, but worth it. I’m struggling to make it, and I live in a run down shitty apartment. I’m working with Valerie, and I’m excelling at my job, but not enough to jump pay grades yet. I’m good friends with Valerie, and we often go out together, or simply hang out together. I enjoy her friendship, and I also enjoy the girl talk. Every now and then when we go out Brian, Burt, and Alyssa will show up. Burt is almost always in a mount that he’s picked up somewhere, but Brian spends a fair amount of time as himself. Occasionally when I go to meet Valerie out, I’ll see Brian’s face on her body. It’s still fun to hang out with her then, but I think I prefer Valerie’s company to Brian’s or Burt’s. Brian and Burt both try to help me out financially, but I keep refusing them, telling them that I want to make it on my own. Every day I get up and look in the mirror, and know that I have to make it work because it’s my life now. As I look in the mirror there isn’t any of my face left. Well, maybe I shouldn’t say that, as it’s not quite correct. There is none of my old face, and my new “real” face is showing through. I’m completely me. I couldn’t hop out of Vanessa anymore even if I wanted to, but that’s fine because I am Vanessa. I decided to call up Ryan three months ago, and ask him if he was still interested in chasing me. He said more then ever. We have been dating steady for the past few months. He keeps insisting that I move out of my shitty apartment and into his house, but I’m not ready. I can say that he’s amazing in bed. He makes me scream. He claims it’s only because I bring out the best in him. He’s also apparently rich. His family is very wealthy, so it’s not just from his job. I think it secretly bothers him that I won’t let him help me with money. Well, I did take one thing from him. An engagement ring. I’m soon to be Mrs. Ryan Straubel. Valerie squealed and jumped up and down when I showed her the ring. I of course asked her to be my maid of honor, and now I just hope that Burt doesn’t hop her on the big day and cause a ruckus. I may try and get a couple attractive blondes I know to be bridesmaids, just so that he has other targets. Scott showed up one time while I was out with Ryan almost two months ago. He was drunk and screaming that I was a man inside of Vanessa’s body. He tried to force Ryan to look at me through a mirror, but Ryan just calmly told me we should leave. So we did. When we got home that night Ryan asked me if Scott was crazy. I told him that Scott was normal when I dated him, but who knows since I hadn’t seen him in so long. I then pulled Ryan into the bathroom with me, and stood in front of the large bathroom mirror. My reflection of course looked the same because I had been in Vanessa so long. I asked him, “Does this face look like a man’s to you?” The marriage is in a few months, and then I will move into Ryan’s house for sure. I already have a fair amount of clothes there. Especially lingerie and hot little outfits. I love to dress up for him. I also cook and work out daily to stay in shape for him. He can’t believe I love sex as much as I do, either. He thinks he’s getting the deal of the century, but I feel that I’m the one who has the most amazing deal on the planet. He treats me like a queen, and makes me feel special, and in the end that’s all I really wanted or ever needed.

Theta Beta House - Chapter 3 Preston let out a grunt as he felt himself release deep inside of Tiffany’s tight little snatch. Dan moaned out in a low growl, “Oooooh yes! Fucking fill me up like a Twinkie!” Preston’s breath came in raspy gasps as he leaned forward on Tiffany’s nubile form until a quick jab from an elbow poked him in the ribs and caused him to jolt upright and look down at Dan in his borrowed body as it was bent over the edge of the bed glistening with a light coat of perspiration from their activities. As Preston’s breath came back Dan wiggled off his quickly softening cock and forward onto the bed and then used the sheets to wipe Preston’s cum off Tiffany’s inner thighs before laying back on the disheveled bed and letting out a happy sigh before saying, “Ya know, it’s been far too long since I got fucked good by a hopper. Most frat boys just don’t last long ‘nough, ya know?” “Uh, n… nope… I’m not familiar,” Preston said as he also wiped his member off on the sheets hanging over the corner of the bed. “Well, I need a shower and then I should be giving Tiff her body back I’m suppos’n,” Dan said as he slipped off the edge of the bed and stretched which caused Preston to blink as he stared at the blonde’s ample chest thrusting out in perky perfection. As Dan caught Preston’s eyes locking onto the tits that he currently possessed a wicked little smile crossed his chubby features and he yelled out, “PLEDGE! What ‘cho staring at? Go wash my clothes and my sheets right now! MOVE MOVE MOVE!” Preston shook at Dan’s sudden mood swing and quickly swiped the sheets off the bed and made a pile and also grabbed the pile of clothing that he had not so long ago pulled off Tiffany’s lovely body with his teeth piece by piece. As he hefted the armful of tangled fabric he heard Dan call out, “PLEDGE! You’re out of uniform! Make yerself PRESENTABLE before ya get yerself down to the laundry!” “Oh come on Dan, really? Do I have to?” Preston whined as he shot a side glance at his “uniform” on the chair in the corner of the room. “Are you sass talk’n me Junior?” Dan asked as he crossed his arms under his impressive breasts and cocked his hips. “N… n… no sir,” Preston said as he shook his head and dropped the pile of laundry he was carrying and went over to the chair and grabbed the French maid outfit and small lace thong from the chair. He pulled the tiny triangle of fabric up his legs and quickly slipped the small dress over his head before looking back at Dan and asking, “B… better… sir?” “Move it pledge! Move! You’s got molasses in yer ass?” Dan shouted at him, his deep voice reverberating off the walls and causing Preston to jump and quickly dart back across the room to grab the pile of laundry from the floor and hurry out of the room. As he left he didn’t notice Dan’s chubby face go from a scowl to an amused smirk. As Preston descended the stairs with his arms full trying not to drop anything he suddenly felt a large palm crack him on the bare ass hard enough to leave a lasting sting and cause him to yelp. He turned to see Jamal, a large black man standing on the steps with a crooked grin, “Such a cute little minx! Come see me in a bit. Ima need some help.” He suddenly felt another crack on his ass right in the same spot causing the pain to be twice as strong and peered over the pile of linen bedding to see Kimberly standing there her pretty Asian facial features a stark contrast to when he had first met her, “And bring the red silk teddy and the blue vibrator from my room when you come. Not the blue one with the flowers, the blue one with the rabbit clit teaser!” “You’re room two thirteen right?” Preston asked in a tired voice. “Two sixteen pledge! You have to know these things!” Kimberly yelled at him. “Sorry sir, won’t happen again sir,” Preston huffed back as he continued his descent down the stairs. “If you hurry I won’t make you choke on that blue vibe pledge!” Kimberly called out as he went down, causing Preston to stop momentarily, his eyes wide open as Kimberly smiled down at him, “Oh, you didn’t think it was for me did you?” Preston blinked a few times before continuing down the stairs without responding. Once he got to the ground floor and walked by the large doorway peering into the Rumpus Room he heard a chorus of cat calls from the group in their before turning down the hall and finally getting to the laundry room. He quickly sorted it into piles and dropped it into the machines and turned them on. He paused to take a breath when suddenly Megan stepped into the room, her curly dirty blonde hair swinging as she came to a sudden stop, “PELDGE!” He turned to face her and as his shoulders drooped downward, “Yes sir?” “I’m hungry! Go make me a sandwich. Peanut butter and grape jelly with the crusts cut off. Actually, make it two, and cut them in the shape of a heart.” She said as she looked at him crossly. “The short order cook is…” Preston started to say before Megan cut him off, “PLEDGE! What was confusing about what I just said?!” “N… n… nothing s… s… sir!” Preston replied and scurried out of the laundry room to the kitchen one room over and began assembling the ingredients. As he coated some bread with peanut butter and another with grape jelly he looked up to see Cammy sashay into the room. “How are you holding up, pledge?” Cammy asked as she leaned against the wall. “I’ve been here four days, I’ve slept about that many hours, I’m sore and sticky from random sex, and everyone is yelling at me,” Preston replied sourly and then after a short pause added, “Sir.” Cammy smiled at him sweetly and then grabbed an energy drink out of one of the large stainless steel refrigerators and put it down in front of him, “Well everyone’s going to haze you extra hard. We don’t get new hoppers often. Plus most of the girls know you’ll be the one enjoying their bodies in a few short weeks, so they’re getting it all in now.” Preston popped the top on the drink and gulped about half of it down before Cammy giggled and added, “Plus, you’re way cuter than the last hopper looked in that French maid outfit. OMG, you look ridiculous.” “I know right?” Preston replied, “The dress isn’t actually that bad, but this thong is killing me. I don’t even mind the constant lace wedgie, but this damn thing is so small that one of my balls always slips out one side, or my cock flops out. I mean, it’s the size of an eye patch.” “Well, now you know what we have to deal with to look all sexy for guys!” Cammy replied with a smug grin. “Except your equipment doesn’t wiggle out the sides and what not,” Preston shot back with a grin. Cammy leaned forward suddenly and kissed him on the lips, catching Preston by surprise. As she pulled back she said, “You’re a total cutie when you’re not stuttering like a scared rabbit.” Preston looked into her large brown eyes and his mouth disconnected from his brain, “T… t… thank…” Cammy sighed and rolled her eyes, “And there it goes again.” Preston watched as she gracefully spun on her heels and headed out of the room, “Later pledge!” “L… l… late…” But before he could get the word out she was gone. Preston gathered up the plate of heart shaped PB&J sandwiches and headed out to find Megan. After delivering the sandwiches Mia found him and gave him even more laundry to do after he dropped off the little blue vibrator to Kimberly, and Brooke demanded that he clean the bathrooms. After scrubbing the toilets he went back down to continue on the laundry and began folding Mia, Tiffany, and Dan’s laundry. Bee came walking down the hallway with his arm around Violet’s waist and stopped as he saw Cammy standing outside of the laundry room peering in, “Hey Cam, what’s happening?” Cammy pointed in the doorway and remarked, “The little ones are so cute when they’re sleeping.” Bee and Violet both glanced around the corner to see Preston passed out cold in a chair leaning forward on the table, his head buried into one of Tiffany’s pleated skirts in between two piles of mostly folded laundry. Violet looked at Bee and asked, “Do you want me to wake him up and send him out to clean the pool?” Bee shook his head, went over and grabbed one of the sheets off the top of the pile and gently tucked it around the exhausted pledge. He then looked at Cammy and said, “When he wakes up let me know. Tell everyone I’m going to be sending him out on his first mission so he’s off limits until he gets done with that. Okay?” Cammy curtseyed perfectly as she said happily, “As your majesty wishes it shall be done!” “It’s good to be king,” Bee replied as he stole a quick kiss from Violet and then pulled her out of the room by her hand, giving Cammy a quick knuckle bump as he passed her.

The Rental - Hey, I Was Watching That! It was a late Saturday afternoon in early winter. The snow was falling pretty steadily outside, and I was glad to be holed up in my comfortable little house. With the weather outside, and being as cold as it was, it pretty much meant that I was stuck indoors. I had been flipping through the channels since mid morning, watching whatever caught my fancy, and was pretty glued to a show when Nikki walked out of the bedroom. Well, I guess it was Nikki that walked out of the bedroom, but it was also someone else… You see she had been body hopped earlier this morning by a guy around my age. He had come over wearing nothing but sweat pants, boots, and a parka, so I assumed he must have recently left his last mount. He said his name was Jackson. Well, I invited him in, and he immediately stripped off his coat and headed for Nikki, who was in the bathroom. I knew the drill, so I just waited outside the door, and I figured if she did get away from him I could grab her as she ran out the door. Most of the body hoppers that stopped by were pretty seasoned at mounting girls, but every now and then she would get the jump on one of them and bolt fast enough to get out of the room they where they would try and mount her. Then I would grab her, and hold her for a few seconds while they caught up. She would usually head to me for protection, and never understood why I would then call out where she was to the body hopper in our house. She always screamed, and begged me to let her go for the last few seconds as they were flowing into her. She always gave me the same fearful look, but I suppose every time she got mounted was like her first time, because she never remembered getting mounted at all. Well, this time she put up a bit of a struggle, but he won out over her quickly and as soon as he had mounted her gave me a wink, and then said he wanted to jump in the shower. I shrugged and headed back to kitchen and finished my breakfast. The new Nikki joined me a few minutes later, still dripping and completely naked and plopped down on a kitchen chair to eat some breakfast as well. After we finished she walked back into our bedroom, and started digging through all of her clothes. She told me she wanted to try on some outfits, and I stuck around for a while watching her undress and redress, but eventually I got board. I asked if she wanted to fuck for a bit, but she was too absorbed in looking at herself in the mirror in various clothes and poses, so I headed out to watch some TV. Well, like I said earlier, I was pretty much a couch potato until Nikki walked out of the bedroom. The hopper inside her had picked out one hell of an outfit from the piles and piles of clothing he had tried on. She was wearing one of my long sleeve T-shirts that had red skulls going down the sleeves and it stopped just above her hips. She was wearing a matching set of black boy short panties with the word “Danger” written across her ass and a tiny little skull and cross bones on the front. The hopper had even managed to find some black socks with some red trim so that those matched too. She strutted out into the middle of the room, and stood in front of the TV, kicking one leg out to the side, and thrusting her chest out to really show off her impressive curves. I looked her up and down, and then went back to the TV show, as I moved my head to the left. “So, whadda say? Wanna fuck?” She asked, slightly annoyed that I was still watching my show. “Uh, yeah, right after this show is done. It’s only got fifteen minutes left.” I replied to her as I moved more to the left. “What? After the show? I wanna fuck now!” She replied as she stamped her foot, making her titties jiggle just a little. “I wanted to fuck hours ago when you were trying shit on, but I didn’t throw a fit about it.” I replied calmly. “Fine. You mind if I watch too?” She asked as she put one finger to her lip, and gave me a perfect pout. “Be my guest,” I said as I patted the open spot on the couch next to me. “That’s ok, I’ll watch from here.” She said as she spun around, flipping her hair up. She then dropped to her knees, and put her hands up onto the small table the TV was sitting on. She pushed her knees apart until her legs were out at a ninety degree angle, and then bent over so her ass was pushed back, accentuating the word “Danger” written across her well formed butt cheeks. I could see were her little love mound was straining against the fabric. It only took a few moments before she was slowly moving her hips up and down and moaning in a seductive voice. As hard as I was trying to watch the show, my eyes kept wandering back to Nikki’s perfect little ass, presented for me in such a whorish manner. She knew it too, as she would occasionally look back at me and smile, then turn back to the TV and giggle. I was about to give in when she stood up, and asked me to really turn up the volume. “Ah, yeah, sure.” I replied, and pressed the volume up button on my remote control. “Keep going.” She said, as she walked over to one of our pedestal speakers that sat on the left side of the TV. I kept raising the volume, and she climbed right onto the speaker with the grace of a cat, and straddled it with both legs, setting her cloth covered pussy right on the heavily vibrating wood. She started to wiggle her hips again, but this time was humping the top of our speaker instead of the open air. Soon her hands were on the wall, and I could hear her panting and groaning as loud as the sounds coming out of the speaker. Every time there was a loud noise, gun blast, or explosion, Nikki felt it right through her most sensitive of places. Finally one particularly long explosion scene happened, and the next thing I knew she was calling out, “OH SHIT! OH SHIT YES! YES! AH SHIT!” and then she slumped against the wall, and started catching her breath. She turned around on the speaker, and slowly lifter her shirt, exposing the bottoms of her jugs, and smiled at me. She spread her legs, and I could almost make out the wet spot in her black panties. The credits started to roll by on the screen and she asked me, “So, how was the show? Are you ready yet?” I swallowed hard before saying, “I, uh… I didn’t see much.” “Oh, that’s a shame. I know you wanted to finish seeing that show.” She said as she slid off the speaker and let her shirt fall back down, covering her breasts. “Hey, I was watching that!” I replied as pointed to her tits, and jumped up off the couch and started moving towards her. She let out a squeal, and ran for the bedroom as I quickly followed after her. I was rested up enough from all day on the couch. I needed some Nikki time, now.