Possession Portal

I was livid when I got home and saw that my good for nothing son had not done any of the chores I’d assigned him. I went to his room and found him glued to his computer, and wearing a weird looking helmet on his head. “Is this what you do all day instead of looking for a job?” I huffed. “Play computer games? If you’re not gonna pull your weight around here, your father and I are going to kick you out.” He didn’t give me the courtesy of looking at me as he said, “Relax, Mom. I’m gonna do ‘em, I just prefer doing it from your perspective.” That made no sense whatsoever, and I was about to tell him so, but then he pressed a button on his keyboard and I became very dizzy for a second. I’d been having the occasional dizzy spell every now and again, but felt fine otherwise. My son on the other hand slumped forward in his chair. “You go ahead and rest honey while I do all the work.” I’m not sure why I’d said that, but I assume it was the sight of seeing my son so exhausted he’d gone to sleep right in front of me. Oh well, I’d do a better job at his chores than he ever would. I went to fetch the vacuum. Before I started, I remembered I was at home. I could take my bra off. I unhooked it with more effort than it usually took, then I undid the buttons on the front of my dress and just let the girls breathe. It felt so nice to be so unrestricted. I began to run the vacuum over the floor, my big boobs swaying gently as I did. Something about doing housework this way was turning me on. I detached the vacuum hose and had a seat on the couch. I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, but was just in the moment. Then I put the plastic hose to my right breast. The suction felt incredible. My husband loves to suck on my tits, but never like this. I pulled it off, making my boob jiggle with the recoil. This was so juvenile, but I found it was also incredibly stimulating. I shrugged off the top part of my dress and got on my hands and knees. I brought the hose to my left breast and felt it suck my whole areola into it. I moaned and pulled it off, making my breast sway back and forth. Fuck! Why have I never done this before?!

I flopped back onto the couch, getting real comfortable, knowing I’m about to take this to the next level. I immediately began suctioning my right tit while my other hand groped my left. Everywhere I touch feels so good! I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’ve been having the randomest masturbation sessions the last couple of weeks. I’m very lucky I haven’t been caught by my son. He’s always home when I have these urges to be naughty. Thankfully he’s asleep, and the vacuum will cover up the moans I’m about to start making.

I’m pretty sure my wife fully expected me to jump her bones as she ran a hand up our daughter’s naked backside, but I held my ground. I was still hard as a rock though, something my wife was very aware of as she turned around and gave me another terrific view of Daphne’s boobs. “You’re SUCH a good father for wanting to respect our daughter’s body, dear. But there’s no harm in looking, is there? Especially as I make her twerk?” I sucked in a breath as my wife turned and bent over, then began shaking my daughter’s ass. It takes everything in me not to reach out and smack it. “I’m so horny Daddy!” she whines as she faces me again. “Since I can’t have YOUR cock, I’ll just use Mom’s dildo. If you keep watching, you can tell me which hole to put it in first.” I’m ashamed to say, I kept watching.

Brianna wrapped herself in a soft towel after her nice, hot shower. She jumped as someone pounded on the bathroom door. She opened it, and there was her nerdy younger brother. He stared at her very intently, as if he were trying to see past the white towel to the bare skin just beneath. “You need to pee or something?” she asked irritably. He held out a glass of water to her. “Just thought you might be thirsty after your shower.” She was thirsty, which is the only reason she took it. She went to shut the door so she could continue her beauty regiment, but he blocked it with his hand. “Aren’t you gonna drink it?” he demanded. She raised an eyebrow and said, “Not while I’m in front of you wearing just a towel, perv.” Then she slammed the door in this face. She heard his footsteps hurry away towards his room, and his own door shut a moment later. Seriously, he’d been acting so weird lately. She brought the glass of water up to her lips, and took a deep drink. She licked her lips. The water had kind of a metallic aftertaste. At least it was cold. “Yes!!!” she heard her brother exclaim loudly from down the hall. She surmised the perv must have found a new pornsite. Whatever kept him from ogling her. The amount of times she’d caught him staring at her legs or boobs or butt. She felt a sudden twinge behind her right eye. A momentary flash of pain, and then it was gone. She tugged at the towel wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. She found herself studying her body in the bathroom mirror like it was a work of art. She didn’t know why, but the sight of herself was really turning her on. “I can look at her naked anytime I want to now,” she heard herself say. Of course she could. It was HER body. “Let’s make a video,” she said. Wow, she was really be feeling herself today. She positioned her phone on the sink, and began gyrating and wiggling her booty. She was captivated by the sight of it. “That’s right, shake that ass,” she said. “It belongs to me now.” It sure did. Her brother would kill to have a view like this. She stopped the recording and began messaging him “Spank material,” she wrote, as a joke. She didn’t think she’d actually send the video, but found herself attaching it to the message. Well, maybe this would stop him from leering at her all the time. She sent it, then began touching herself awkwardly till she came.

I grabbed the bathroom laundry hamper to do a load. It was mostly my clothes, but on the top were a pair of my sister’s panties. Instead of throwing all the clothes in right away, I hesitated in front of the washing machine. I reached down and picked up the soft fabric that had covered my sister’s crotch and ass. I wanted to know what she smelled like down there, so I put it to my nose and breathed in her scent, and that’s when I heard, “Are you being serious right now!” I dropped the panties back into the hamper, but the damage was done. My sister had caught me. “You know those are mine, right, you disgusting perv? Geez you need to get a girlfriend so bad! Seriously! Disgusting!” She told my parents. My dad expressed his disappointment in me, but my mom gave me a long lecture. But even worse, my sister had a new insult to call me. Every morning I hear, “Hey pantie sniffer, time to get up!” Or when she’s introducing me to one of her friends, “This is my big brother, the pantie sniffer.” I asked her to stop, but she went out of her way to do it all the time. So one day, I had enough. I went to the black magic district in town and bought a possession spell. I paid extra for the kind where the victim stays awake while you’re inside them. I waited for a time when our parents weren’t home, and then confronted her. When I did, it was kinda funny, but she was downstairs about to do laundry. I read off the spell, and she held out her hands and angrily demanded I stop doing whatever I was doing. And then I felt myself turn into a ball of energy and shoot into her chest. What the hell did you just do to me?! Wait! Why can’t I talk?! “Just thought I’d help you do some laundry,” I said as I set up my phone to record everything that happened. I began to strip, which made her shout in her head, Why the hell are you taking off my clothes?! “You were about to do laundry, remember? I’m just helping you be thorough.” She continued to rant and rave in her head while I got her stripped down to just her panties. I turned her ass to the camera. “Oh wow, you’re wearing a thong today, sis. This will definitely need to get washed.” I pushed them down a little, but got briefly distracted by her body heating up. I raised her hands to give her boobs a squeeze. Stop making me horny! she demanded. I ignored her and pushed her panties down the rest of the way. I stepped out of them, and then brought them up to her face. Don’t you fucking dare! I made her inhale a deep whiff of the part that had been wedged up her crack. For the video I was making I said, “Mm, I smell good. Sniffing my own panties makes me so wet.” And then I put the part that clings to her pussy into her mouth.

I yanked it out and put the panties away, then looked at the camera as I hoisted one of her tits up to her lips. I licked it, and I felt a dribble of arousal run down her inner thigh. I put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. Then I brought them down to her pussy and began fingering her. “The only thing I like more than sniffing panties, is sending videos of me doing it to all my friends.” Fine! she moaned as she felt me rubbing her clit. I get it! I won’t call you panty sniffer ever again. I might have stopped then and considered us even. Except she told everyone about me sniffing her panties and got other people to call me that stupid nickname! So after I made her cum on camera, I sent the video to everyone in her contacts list.

I woke up to the sound of my wife coming back into our room from the shower. As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I saw it wasn’t my wife, but our daughter!. “Daphne, what are you-” I began, but she cut me off. “Relax. It’s me.” I understood now that it was my wife possessing my daughter, but that did not make me relax as she kept on talking. “Daphne always sleeps in, so I figured what the hell, and hopped her so I could enjoy a shower in her younger body. I could take her back to bed and hop out. Or…I could stay for a bit.” She gave a coy smile as she began to wiggle my daughter’s butt playfully, causing the towel to slip. “Babe,” I said firmly. “I appreciate that you’re a perverted bodyhopper that needs sex every day. I usually love that fact. But you’re not gonna get me to fuck you while you’re in our daughter’s body. No matter how much you…you…” But I forgot what I was gonna say as she turned around and revealed my daughter’s boobs. “I’m sorry, what were you saying, Daddy?” my wife teased before turning around again. “Oops, sorry about that. I let the towel slip a little too far down. Did you see my butt, Daddy? Would you like to see it again?” And then she dropped the towel. I shouldn’t let her bait me, but I can’t stop staring.

“I wish you could just see it my way for once!” Mom and I had both shouted that at each other at the same time in the middle of a heated argument. The next day, I was in mom’s body, and she was in mine. We thought the universe was trying to teach us a lesson, and then we’d switch back. But that’s not what happened. It’s been 3 months, and I’m still my mom, and she’s still me. To make matters worse, the magic keeps us from telling anyone who we really are, and forces us to act like the other. Like right now while I’m showering, and my father walks in, I can’t tell him I’m really his daughter. “Mind if I join you?” he asks with a wink. I want to yell for him to get out. To tell him I’m his daughter and not his wife. But instead the magic makes me say, “Mm, please do honey. You can help me get all those hard to reach areas.” He steps in and presses his body against me, and then his mouth is on mine. I hate that I know that my dad is a good kisser. Suddenly he spins me around and runs his hand down mom’s tits. He whispers in my ear, “This is gonna have to be quick. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.” I know what that means, and it’s actually sort of good news. This isn’t gonna turn into lengthy fuck session like it so often does. But the bad news is I find myself grinning and turning back around. My hand grips dad’s stiff member as I say, “I know how to make it quick.” And then I’m bending down. I feel my ass cheeks press against the shower door as I take dad into my mouth. I know full well though that later tonight, it’ll be in my pussy, and mom will be able to hear me moaning from my former bedroom.

Mom and I couldn’t believe it. Dad actually booked us a week long stay at a beach resort! Mom says I get the credit since I’m the one that was able to convince him by using her body. I didn’t point out that she was just as capable of making it happen since it was her assets I’d been using, but I held my tongue cause I want to be the only one who gets to fuck Dad. Mom disappears into the bathroom and comes out a few minutes later in a one piece swimsuit. I see Dad check her out, and then he looks at me. Mom notices the nonverbal cue and with a roll of her eyes she says, “Really? We just got here.” Her shoulders slump as she looks at me pointedly. “Get it over with I guess. Just try not to turn it into a marathon session. I really want to get to the pool.” There was an irritable tone in her voice. Maybe she’s aware I’ve been spending more and more time in her body after sex. Dad hasn’t seemed to mind. I say a noncommittal, “Sure, Mom,” and then hop her. I’ve worn her skin so many times that it feels like my own. I walk away from my Dad, towards the balcony door. I slide it open and step outside. I hear the pounding of the surf and smell the salt in the air. I know that Dad followed me, and as I lean against the railing, I push Mom’s butt out and run a finger between her cheeks. “Ya gonna be quick, Daddy?” I tease. He shakes his head, then grabs me and pulls me back to a patio chair. He whirls me around and puts my right leg up onto his shoulder, and with skilled hands, he unfastens the swimsuit. He instantly leans in to give Mom’s pussy a lick. I know what he really wants though. He wants Mom’s ass. He’s a sucker for it. He’d eat it out forever. It’s the opposite of what Mom wants. But I want it more than I can say. I turn around, and I feel his fingers go to the thin fabric that stayed wedged between Mom’s buttcheeks. It goes flying up my back as I put Mom’s ass in his face. His beard tickles as he presses his face into her crack and starts slobbering up and down it. This goes on for several minutes, until finally he has me bend over on the chair he’d been sitting in. He shoves into Mom’s dripping cunt, and I begin to shake her ass up and down, working his cock deeper and deeper. By the time he nuts, I’ve cum at least three times. I do NOT hop out of Mom, but I do go to the pool like she wanted, with Dad’s hand firmly glued to what I’ve really begun to think of as MY ass.

I’d invited my neighbor over to show off my newest purchase. Stealth Control: Home Edition. He thought it was my wife showing him in, but it was really me, piloting her body. I led him to my small home office where my body was wearing a helmet that was hooked up to a high powered computer. “Ta da!” I exclaimed as I went over and poked my shoulder. “I’m here, but I’m really…” I moved my hands up and down my wife’s body, “…here!” He didn’t believe me. So I flashed him. That sure got his attention. I explained that the system would support two users at a time, and the boundaries for it to work could be extended out to cover BOTH of our properties. It took him a while to understand what I was suggesting, mostly because he kept staring at my wife’s tits, but then he exclaimed, “Wait! You want me to put nanites in my wife’s body so I can…or you can…possess her body!?” I gave him a sexy smirk. “Steve, you think my wife’s hot, I can tell. Well news flash. I think your wife’s hot too. We could hop our wives, and meet up, and explore each other’s bodies. And the best part is, they’ll have no idea we’re piloting them! Stealth Control filters out certain words that would give them the notion that they were taken over. Their brains will convince them that everything they do is their idea.” He didn’t believe that either until I showed him. I led him out to the living room and used the app to untether myself. A second later my wife grew red and apologized for flashing Steve, explaining that she’d been feeling down because I’d been holing up in my office and she wanted to feel sexy. After that, Steve was sold. He went straight home and dosed his wife with the nanites I provided. We then began hooking up in their bodies night after night, meaning our wives are convinced that they’re having a passionate lesbian affair.

Immediately after I told my boyfriend I was a shapeshifter, he began making requests. I did’t mind, that’s why I told him. I want him to fuck me in a body that really gets him going. His choices were pretty standard at first. Celebs, ex girlfriends, coworkers. I was happy to become them for him. But then one day he confessed that there was someone he wanted more than anyone else. His younger sister. I mean, in the looks department, I get it. She’s a total hottie. But still, she’s his family! Sigh. I love the big meathead though, so I reluctantly said, “If that’s who you want, sure.” I felt a little dirty shapeshifting into her form, but the sex! Fuck me, the sex! My boyfriend got rock hard the second he saw me transform into an exact copy of her tight body. Seriously, the man became feral. He started calling me ‘Sis’ and then he thrust into me so hard it made my whole body quake.

I’m still other people for him from time to time, but I’m finding out he only ever fucks this good when I’m someone in his family. I hope I get to meet all his cousins, aunts and nieces real soon.

You’re my friend, but you call me so damn much for rides cause you don’t have a car… I’ll remind you that I’m not an uber. You’ll promise to fill up my gas tank, so like an idiot, I’ll pick your chunky ass up. I’ll take you where you need to go, and then as I’m taking you back home, I’ll pull into a gas station so you can do what you promised. And then every time, EVERY SINGLE TIME, you’ll shapeshift, suddenly looking like the hottest girl from my browser history. But today I don’t look at you. It’s hard, cause I hear the change happening in the passenger seat as you reshape your body into my female kryptonite. “Nope, it’s not gonna work this time dude. Seriously man, get out there and pay for the-” I hear a soft, feminine sigh next to me, and I look over at you, cause I am a dumb, dumb man. Where your overweight unattractive male body was, is now an unbelievably cute girl wearing your clothes. And now you’re lifting up your shirt. And I witness a perfect set of tits drop into view. I hate that you know I’m a boob guy. I’m already reaching for my wallet as you push them together. I don’t think I’m ever gonna learn.

My sister Lori has been dating Chip for almost a year, but it was obvious to me she was getting tired of him. So I wasn’t surprised when she came home with a sad look on her face after their recent date. “You and Chip have fun?” I asked. “She dumped me,” she replied as she looked down at the floor. “What?” I asked, confused by her choice of words. She met my eyes and I could see the hurt and shock there. “Huh? Oh, I meant, uh, I… yeah… I dumped him.” I nodded and said, “Well, between you and me, you’re better off. You’ll have a line of guys waiting for their turn now that you’re single again.” She walked off, and I swear I heard her mutter, “I knew you never liked me.” I meant what I said about guys lining up for her. I’d never say it to her face, but my sister’s hot. If we weren’t related… Yeah, I better not finish that thought. After a few minutes I head to my room, but as I was about to walk past the bathroom, I hear my sister say angrily, “You said I’d never get to touch them again, but now I can touch them as much as I want.” I peer into the bathroom, and see my sister completely naked. A thrill shoots through me. I should go on my way, but I want to see more. I peek again, and she’s leering at herself like she can’t believe how perfect her boobs are. My jaw drops as I watch her squeeze em, lift and drop em. I don’t know if I made a sound, or if I’d just been staring too long, but she suddenly looked my way. I ducked out of sight, but she’d definitely seen me. She took a moment to cover herself in a towel, then stepped out to confront me. I was prepared for a lecture about not being a creepy brother, but instead she said, “So I guess you know I possessed your sister. What’s it gonna take to keep this a secret? I’ll do whatever you want.”

Shortly after my best friend’s daughter Emily started working at BioTech, she went missing. That company is known for being on the cutting edge of scientific and medical breakthroughs. They’ve also got a reputation for sidestepping moral and ethical boundaries in the pursuit of their lofty endeavors. My friend thinks his daughter stumbled onto some secret illegal project, and they killed her for it. I offered to go undercover to find out what happened and try to track her down. We fudged my background, and I got hired. I began poking around their internal servers and asking questions of other employees. I wasn’t being very discreet, because if Emily were alive, time was of the essence. I was staying late one night so I could dig through some files, when I felt a sting in my neck. I pulled out a dart. I looked around to see who shot me, and there was Emily! She seemed totally fine! She gave me a big smile as she began to feel herself up. “This body recognizes you, James. I know why you’re here. You came to find her. To rescue her.” I didn’t know why she was talking in the third person, and I really didn’t know why she was lifting her skirt and showing off her ass to me. It was a very nice ass. “Look, Emily, your father is very worried about-” But before I could say more she cut me off. “Emily has a crush on you, you know. Ever since her father took you under his wing. Would you like to fuck her?” The answer was of course no. But as she came over and pressed her body against mine, I found my hands betraying me as I lifted her blouse up to expose a perfect set of tits. I tried to ignore them, but something deep inside me told me I had to touch them. To squeeze them. As I began to grope her she explained in a sultry amused tone, “That dart I shot you with was filled with something fun the R&D boys cooked up. It’s making you go into a primal state. All you’re gonna wanna do is fuck, then sleep.”

She pushed herself away from me and bent over a desk, offering up her ass to me. I wanted to ask why she was doing this, but I was overcome with a desire to stick my cock into her tight hole. As I slammed in and out of her, she said, “You’re cock is everything she imagined it would be. After we’ve stuck someone else into this handsome body you got, I’m gonna give them a chance to do this again.”

My parents love each other, but they fight A LOT, usually over Dad getting turned down for sex. He’ll get pissy, Mom will get pissy right back, and then Dad will take his frustration out on me by making me do chores, which really cuts into my video game time. So when I discovered I could hop into people’s bodies, I struck a deal with Dad. Whenever he gets into a fight with Mom, I’ll hop her. I’ll go back to playing video games in her body, but I’ll leave her fat ass out in the open, and Dad can do whatever he wants to it. I’ll admit, the first time we tried this, it was weird. Right after they’d fought, I was happily playing games in Mom’s body, when I heard Dad get behind me. I just kept playing as I heard his knees hit the ground, and then I felt him bury his face between Mom’s cheeks. I felt his long, wet tongue begin to explore back there. I did not expect to like it, but I REALLY did! Like, it makes me tremble all over, and I can’t keep from making these little moans. The problem is, it’s super difficult to clear levels with Dad slobbering all over Mom’s asshole. By the time he starts pounding me from behind with his big dick, I forget all about playing video games and just let him make me cum over and over again. Now every time I hear them start to fight, I smile, and get hard, knowing what’s about to happen next.

Tom didn’t tell Brenda everything about himself until they’d been married for two years. That’s when Tom finally confessed that he was a bodyhopper. He told her he’d left that life behind after they met, but it would mean so much to him if he could hop her body. He told her he could make it so she would see and feel everything he did while he was in control, that she would be like a passenger in her own body. He promised it would make them feel even closer, and that she would probably enjoy it as much as he did. It was a lot for Brenda to take in, and she asked for time to think. The next time they made love, she brought it up when he was getting close to finishing to see his reaction. “You want to be in my body, Tom? What would you make me do I wonder? Probably make me touch myself, right?” She felt his cock throb inside her and pushed him over the edge with a whisper. “Okay, baby. Tomorrow, you can hop me. Just don’t make me be too naughty.” He came hard and fast after that. She’d smiled in that moment, but the next day, she was nervous about actually going through with it. She prepped herself for her husband’s occupancy. To her it was like cleaning the house before having company over. He was going to be INSIDE her, and she wanted to be clean and smell good, even more so than when they had sex, because what if he noticed a flaw or something he didn’t like when he had full access to her body and mind. “You sure you’re okay with this?” Tom asked that night. Brenda nodded quickly and said, “Yup. Take me over.” Tom could tell she was nervous, and phased into her gently. Brenda saw her husband’s skin glow as he began disappearing into her, and when he was all the way in she asked, “Did you do it?” But nothing came out of her mouth. She was no longer able to speak, but could only think in her mind. “I did,” she heard herself say. And then Brenda felt herself becoming very, very turned on. She felt her legs begin moving quickly to their bedroom, and then she was taking off her top and kneeling in front of their mirror. Brenda was aware she was pretty. But the lust she suddenly felt for her own body was overwhelming. This was how her husband saw her, and it was unbelievably sexy. He made her move seductively in front of the mirror for several minutes, and kept almost taking off her jeans, but then not. The tease made her pussy get wetter and wetter, until finally Brenda begged him to make her cum with her fingers.

My husband loves big boobs, which is a problem, cause I’m a B cup. Unfortunately, my husband also knows that I’m a bodyhopper. We took advantage of that fact the first few years of our marriage, but now I only do it for special occasions like his birthday. Then he got the idea of taking me on a cruise. I thought it was a sweet romantic getaway, but as he began eyeballing all the women around us with D cups and above, I began to suspect ulterior motives. But he HAD taken me on a fantastic getaway. So that first night, I hopped a woman that I know had caught his eye, and brought her to our cabin. As soon as he knew it was me, he yanked her top off and began roughly massaging this massive chest. I’d forgotten how passionate he gets over a set of large breasts. “Roger, just cause you took me on a cruise doesn’t mean I’ll hop every busty woman on this ship. This is the only one you get, do go on, get it out of your system. Honestly dear, I wish you didn’t know you I was a hopper somedays.”

My sister Jill’s best friend is gorgeous. Her name is Nadia, and I’ve had a crush on her for as long as I could remember. I finally confessed this to my sister, and Jill got real excited by the possibility of us getting together. “I think you’d be a real cute couple. You should definitely ask her out!” Bolster by her encouragement, I asked Nadia out a week later. She didn’t seem too enthused at the prospect, but she did say yes. I think she did it as a favor to my sister. I was determined to make the most of it though, and per Jill’s suggestion, I took Nadia on a picnic date at a scenic and secluded spot. I laid out the blanket and tried making small talk, but Nadia remained aloof. She kept checking her phone and clearly didn’t want to be here with me. I got a text from my sister asking how it was going. I replied that Nadia didn’t seem too into me. “Gimme a sec,” came Jill’s quick reply. Less than a minute later, my crush shuddered, grinned, and began quickly taking off her clothes. “Maybe this will help, bro,” Nadia said. “Fuck me while I’m astral projecting into her, and when I leave, she’ll think it was her idea.” I know Jill can project her consciousness into people, but she’s never done anything like this. I want to protest, to tell her how wrong this is. But the second I see Nadia’s big boobs, I forget all that, and begin stripping my clothes off too. Nadia giggled as my dick came into view. “Don’t look!” I snapped, knowing my sister was seeing it. “Relax,” she said as she spread Nadia’s legs. “I’ve seen it PLENTY of times. Didn’t you wonder why you have a craving for gay porn every so often.” I cannot believe what my sister just said. I plunged into Nadia’s wet pussy, and for a few minutes it’s only moans and grunts, until I finally asked, “Are you saying you project into me sometimes and use my dick to masturbate.” Nadia just smiled up at me and winked. “Speed up, bro. I’ll make her think you’re an amazing lover. And that it was her idea to cum on her big tits.” “You want me to what?!” I panted. “Well you can’t cum inside me while I’m in here,” Jill explained, “Or I could get stuck. So paint her chest.” The thought of Jill being stuck inside the woman I wanted to date was enough to make me pull out at that instant. I positioned my cock next to her face, and her hand stroked me as I jizzed all over Nadia’s boobs. “Good boy,” she purred. “With the way I’m gonna make her remember this, she’s gonna be begging you for a second date.”

I’m a single woman, but I’ve decided I want a baby. I could adopt or use modern science, but I’m also a shapeshifter who happens to have an attractive young man for a neighbor. He’s happily married to a pretty young thing, but that’s okay, cause he doesn’t seem to have the best observational skills. He never seems curious as to why his wife suddenly shows up in the middle of her work day ready to fuck. Or when she tells him she’s leaving to run errands, only to show up a few minutes later ready to get that dick. He never argues when she tells him he doesn’t have to wear a condom during these random encounters where she worships his cock and gets him to cum inside her more than once. Yeah, it shouldn’t take me very long to get pregnant with a well hung fertile neighbor like him always ready to fuck with no questions asked.

“Cynthia!” my mom called, her voice ringing rang through the house as she summoned me. “That nice neighbor boy Stanley dropped something off for you.” Stanley was hardly nice. He was a creep, that’s what he was. He’s the reason I keep my curtains closed in my room because that perv would love nothing more than to watch me changing. As I approach my mom, I see she’s awkwardly holding a long flat object wrapped in brown paper. “What is it?” I ask suspiciously. “Open it and see,” she prompts. I tear a piece of paper from the corner, and see a reflective surface. “It’s a mirror?” I’m perplexed. It’s a mirror. My mom smiles. “Oh how lovely. He must have found out you wanted one for your room, and now you have one.” That was unsettling as well, since I’d just put on my socials that I was looking for one. I thought I’d blocked Stanley on all of them, but he must have managed to sneak back on with a fake profile. Wonderful. I took the mirror from mom and brought it up to my room. I unwrapped it completely and set it up. It was actually a very nice mirror. Not enough to let Stanley into my pants though. I don’t think anything would be enough for that. As I admired my cute self in the mirror, I suddenly saw my reflection smile mischievously and lower the straps of my dress. What the hell?! I was NOT trying to do that, but I suddenly realized I WAS doing that. I was lowering my dress! I couldn’t stop my hands from reaching around and jiggling and smacking my own butt.

And then I was turning away from the mirror, but…something was very wrong! I couldn’t see my room! I was trapped on the other side of the mirror! I heard my mirror self say from the real world, “That worked just like Stanley said it would. I can’t wait to serve him. I’ll start by offering up this body. He won’t be able to get enough of this juicy ass and perky tits.”

Me and my roommates had recently broken up with our boyfriends. Not long after, they sent us free tickets to a resort, no doubt in an effort to try and win us back. We all went without them. It was amazing. The only catch was that we all had to get some shot, but then we could go wherever. There was a beautiful private beach right where we were staying. As we went to go lay out on the sand in our bikinis, we noticed there were signs that said Stealth Control all around the perimeter. “What do you suppose that means?” I asked as we passed them. I suddenly felt a tingle in my brain. I was about to ask another beachgoer, but she was busy rubbing lotion all over her body. Like, ALL over her body. I realized several people here were naked! My friends had decided to join them apparently, cause they’d both pulled their tops down. Not wanting to be left out, I did too. Then an idea tumbled out of my mouth. “Let’s set up a camera before we fondle these titties, that way we’ll have something to remember this by.” We felt each other up for a long time. Before we headed back to our rooms, I sent the video to my ex. It was the least we could do since they’d sent us to this great resort.

“It’s been awhile since we had sex,” my wife pouted. She sat topless on the edge of our bed. She bit her lower lip in anticipation of what she thought was to come. I sighed, and began to explain to her that we’d had sex this morning. And last night. At LEAST once a day, every day, for the past month. But she never got to remember it, because right before we made love, the ghost of my obsessive ex girlfriend would possess her, and refuse to leave until I fucked her. My wife listened with a sly smile. It was clear she didn’t believe me. She laughed, just like she always did. “Sounds kinky." She unzipped my pants. “I guess I better hurry and fuck you before she ‘possesses’ me, huh?” That was the last thing she’d say for the night, because a second later, she flopped backwards onto the bed as the ghost of my ex took her.