Possession Portal

Lacey didn’t know the Uber driver was a special kind of astral projection hopper that could split his soul to occupy more than one body. Halfway home, her BFF Jade shook, then looked at herself with a lecherous grin. Lacey noticed the car pull onto an empty street. “Why is he stopping?” Lacey asked, annoyed. Then the driver slumped over. “Ohmygosh!” she shrieked.” I think our driver just passed out!” Jade just giggled and lifted her shirt, exposing her boobs. Lacey gasped “Why are you taking your tits out right now?!” But she didn’t get to protest further as her body shook violently. “Ha! Now I know why.” She lifted her own shirt and began playing with her friend’s chest. "Thanks for letting me be your driver today ladies. Now let’s have at these titties.”

“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.

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.

Jeff Cobble was thankful to finally be home. It had been a long day. But as he turned the doorknob and stepped inside, he felt all the stress and anxiety leave him. It was almost dinner time, and what he felt now more than anything else was hungry. He just wanted to microwave some leftovers and crash on the living room couch.

Normally, that wouldn’t have been an option. His parents were sticklers about always eating the evening meal at the dinner table with the whole family, or at least, the family that still lived at home. But his mom and dad were on an anniversary cruise and wouldn’t be back until sometime next week. Until then, it was just him and his oldest sister, Abby.

Jeff had three older siblings. The oldest was his brother, Andrew, who was seen as the golden child. He had become the successful one, with a lucrative job, trophy wife, large home, and lots of expensive toys.

Abby was born a year after Andrew. She had been the smart one, and had been on track to be just as successful as Andrew, if not more so. But she had been swept up in a torrid love affair that led to an ill advised marriage. To no one’s surprise, it ended in divorce, and Abby found herself adrift without any educational or job prospects. Her life had stalled, and her parents had allowed her to see refuge back at home until she could get back on her feet.

Jeff’s other sister, Jenny, was still in college, and having the time of her life. She still had two years to go, but she was making the most of them. She loved to party, which her sorority did plenty of.

That left Jeff, who was seen by everyone as the baby of the family, a fact they reminded him of constantly. He had recently turned eighteen and wanted to be seen as an adult, but knew it was unlikely to ever happen. He was a senior in high school, and everything was currently going his way. He got good grades, was popular, had a part time job, and best of all, had a smoking hot redhead named Heather for a girlfriend. In his social circle, he was seen as the man, envied by classmates and peers. But at home, he was the baby, the runt, the one who got told what to do whenever an older sibling was around.

Jeff pulled out leftover meatloaf and stuck it in the microwave. He heard his sister call from somewhere in their house, “Is that you brat?”

Brat was Abby’s affectionate nickname for him. She said it was because their parents let Jeff get away with anything and everything. Jeff disagreed, he’d gotten in trouble plenty with them, but that wouldn’t ever stop Abby from calling him that.

“It’s me!” Jeff yelled back. “Just got home. You want me to microwave you anything?”

He heard a muffled response as his sister moved through the house. It was a big house. It had to be to hold all six of them. It wasn’t a mansion, and they had to double up if they all came home for holidays or special occasions, but it suited their needs. Instead of asking her to repeat herself, Jeff waited, assuming she was making her way to the kitchen.

A few seconds later, his 23 year old sister walked in. Jeff tried not to judge as he took in her appearance. She was still wearing her pajamas, the ones she had worn the day before, and possibly the day before that. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked tired, even though she had probably been in bed all day with a bottle of wine. Before he could stop himself, the words were out of his mouth. “Another productive day of moping I see.”

Abby punched her baby brother in the arm. Hard. “Shut up! I don’t need you kicking me while I’m down.”

“Ow! Hey, sorry. I’m just saying you’ve got to get back out there and live your life. Get a job. Go out on a date. There’s plenty of fish in the sea and you should have no problem landing one.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You know why. You’re super talented and…”

His sister arched her eyebrow. “And?”

He vaguely gestured at her buxom hourglass figure that was mostly hidden behind baggy pajamas.

“Are you saying I’m pretty?”

Jeff blanched. “I said no such thing. What I am saying is that you won’t look like this forever, so best make the most of it.” He sniffed the air between them and noted, “But you might want to shower. I can smell you from here, and that stench lowers your chances significantly.”

She swiped at him again, but this time he dodged. The microwave began beeping, and Abby opened the door and grabbed the plate of warmed meatloaf. “Thanks for making me food, brat.”

“Those are my leftovers!”

“I asked you to make me something,” she argued.

“When?”

“When I was coming to the kitchen!”

“I couldn’t hear you,” he protested. He tried to grab the plate, but she retreated. “That’s the last of the meatloaf! Give it!”

“You’ll just have to eat the rest of the casserole then, brat, cause you’re not getting this. It’s the price for my silence.”

“What silence?”

Abby gave her brother a sly grin. “About your little sleep over last night.”

Jeff’s mouth fell open, and his face went red. His girlfriend, Heather, had pretended to go home last night, but then had snuck into his room and stayed until morning.

“How did you…”

Abby laughed. “Are you kidding me? You don’t sleep in a soundproof room, dummy. I could hear your girlfriend’s moans all through the house. For a little brat, you must be doing something right.”

“I’m bigger than you are!”

“And I can still put you in a headlock you can’t get out of,” Abby warned with a smile.

And that was the last that Jeff saw of the meatloaf. As he scanned the fridge for more leftovers, he appreciated the normal interaction he and his sister still had. That was something. He would have liked to tell her about his long day. He should tell someone. He texted Heather to see if she could spend the night again. He assumed by his sister’s chill response that he could get by with another sleepover with his girlfriend. But then he thought about how his sister had heard them have sex. That was so embarrassing. Why did Abby have to tell him that?

His phone dinged. His girlfriend reminded him that she was studying tonight, and told him that he should be doing the same. They had a big test tomorrow, and she was right, he should be studying. It was his worst subject. The test was like a quarter of his grade or something. But he absolutely would have preferred to get laid. Try as he might, he could not change her mind, but she did promise to come over first thing in the morning. That was something at least. Maybe she’d give him a morning bj. And since he was wishing, why not a million dollars too.

He could call up a friend to come over, but he was tired, and he really should get some studying done. First though, he plopped down with the rest of the casserole and turned on the television. He absent mindedly shoveled the food into his mouth while watching a movie that wasn’t that great. When he was done eating, he reclined on the sofa, and scanned his textbook for twenty minutes. That was the most studying he could manage, and then he resumed the movie. When it ended, he started another one, but only got halfway through before he was fast asleep.

A few time zones away on a large cruise ship, Jeff’s parents were very much awake. Ned and Vickie Cobble were happily celebrating twenty five years of marriage on a cruise that catered to their every whim. Even though they were both in their late forties, they were still up for everything, and mostly in shape enough to do it. Victoria was anyway, Ned had developed more of a dad bod in recent years. But that didn’t stop them both from snorkeling, parasailing, dancing, and taking in the sights at every port they stopped at. Neither stressed about their careers, and just got lost in each other for the last several days. They didn’t even miss the kids.

They also made plenty of time for sex. That was supposed to be a given on an anniversary. But their pace had taken its toll on Jeff’s libido. He couldn’t keep up with his wife, which was ironic, because he had been the one with the high sex drive most of their marriage. But that particular night, Ned had another reason to not be in the mood. Around the time Jeff was falling asleep, Ned was overindulging at the buffet. They took in a show the cruise offered, and by the time they got back to their room, Ned was ready for unconsciousness.

His wife, however, was ready for lovin’. While Ned plopped onto the bed, his wife put on her most risque lingerie she had worn so far. She liked to keep getting racier every day just to keep her husband on his toes. She was worried she might wear him out though. Something about the ocean air made her sexually insatiable.

When she came back into the room, Ned was fast asleep. She tried to wake him up, but to no avail. She sighed. As she snuggled in next to him, she vowed to start the next morning off with a bang. In so many ways for their family, it did.

The sun was just making its appearance when Ned stirred. The first thing that he noticed was that the boat had stopped. He could not feel the thrum of the engine he had become accustomed to. They must have made an unexpected stop. But he couldn’t hear the waves splashing against the boat either.

His half lidded eyes shot wide open as his mind fully awakened. His wife wasn’t next to him. He wasn’t even on a bed. He was reclining on a sofa. It was a familiar sofa, in a familiar room. These weren’t the clothes he had gone to bed in. He sat up and looked all around. There was no doubt about it. He was not on the boat. He was in his house. Was he dreaming? It all felt so real. He pinched himself. He growled at the pain, but his voice sounded off.

Ned stood up. That’s when he noticed something else. He had morning wood. That was a rarity these days. He used to get them every day when he was younger. Now that he thought about it, he felt younger. He felt great. He didn’t feel any aches and pains from sleeping on the couch. He felt like he was, like he was…

He caught his reflection in the television screen. His figure was warped, but it didn’t look like him. It looked like… Ned walked quickly to the downstairs bathroom and turned on the light. To his credit, when he saw his body in the mirror, he didn’t scream, or make any sound for that matter. All he could do was stand and stare at the sight of his youngest son’s body, staring back at him with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Ned was a rational thinker, but all reason escaped him. The only person that might have an answer was his son, who presumably would be in his body. Problem with that was, his body was on a boat in the middle of nowhere with a cell phone that had spotty reception, but was turned off at the moment anyway. He would find a way to contact them. In the meantime, he would remain calm. No sense getting worked up. Not yet anyway.

Ned caught a whiff of his son’s body. It didn’t stink per se, but he could definitely use a shower. He turned the water on and got undressed. He caught his reflection in the mirror again, and thought how good it was to be a young person. His son’s body had definition and sculpted abs, something that Ned lost after the first two years of marriage. Ned also couldn’t help but notice the monster between his legs. Was it bigger than his? When had that happened? His son was certainly a man now.

As he stepped into the falling water, he realized how good everything felt. This was the body of an eighteen year old. As the soap glided over his sensitive skin, he felt an erection begin. He put a hand on it, and an electric pulse shot through him. It was a familiar sensation, but stronger and more persistent than he was accustomed to. He usually needed the help of a pill to maintain an erection, and his wife was always right there to help him with it. But at this moment, he had a hard, natural cock, that needed no help, only release.

Ned hadn’t masturbated in a long time. He assumed it was like riding a bike. But he shouldn’t. It wasn’t his cock. As he gripped the shaft tightly and experienced a pleasurable jolt, he questioned this fact. It certainly felt like his cock. If he could touch it and feel it, didn’t that make it his? Wasn’t possession nine tenths the law or some philosophical bullshit. He was walking a mile in another’s shoes, and one that was in the prime of life. If he didn’t jerk off, it would be doing the universe a disservice.

Having thusly rationalized his deviant behavior, he began to vigorously stroke himself. Everything happened quicker than his own body. The pleasure came faster, and felt his balls tighten in less than a minute. And then there it was. His spunk shot out like a rocket, covering the shower wall and curtain. He chuckled at how intense it had been, and finished showering.

Ned first went to his room to get dressed, but was quickly reminded that his clothes were too big for his son’s frame. He went to Jeff’s room, and shook his head at the selection of clothes. It was shirts with names of bands he didn’t know, or pop culture things he knew even less of.

He was getting dressed when the doorbell rang. He wondered who it could be? He then wondered if he should be the one to get it. His daughter Abby was here. Maybe she should be the one to answer given his current circumstance.

When the doorbell rang again, he heard his daughter’s voice screech from her room, “Answer the door, brat!”

He narrowed his eyes. He was not a brat. He was her father, and he had a mind to go and set her straight. He was glad they could be there for her during this tumultuous time in her life, but he was still her father and would be treated accordingly.

As the bell rang again, he realized that in this body, that was only partially true. Ned was both her dad, and her little brother. He sighed and headed for the door. When he opened it, he saw Jeff’s girlfriend, Heather, standing there with a sly smile on her face.

“I know I’m early,” the cute redhead said. “But I did promise you a reward if you were a good boy and studied.”

Ned didn’t know what Heather was talking about, and Jeff’s face must have show this, because Heather asked, “Were you a good boy?”

Ned knew the answer to that question. “Yes.”

She beamed at him, and thankfully had no follow up questions. She squeezed by him and grabbed his hand. He barely managed to get the door shut as she began pulling him quickly towards Jeff’s room.

As soon as they got there, she pushed him onto Jeff’s bed and said quietly but firmly, “Get your pants off.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s going to be hard to reward you if I can’t see your cock.”

Ned understood now. Jeff’s girlfriend wanted to give him a blowjob. He instantly regretted jerking off in the shower 10 minutes ago. If he had known this was a possibility, he would have waited. There was no way he’d be able to perform now.

But as Heather pulled her shirt over her head, and unsnapped her bra, he felt his dick pulse. As his eyes took in Heather’s large, freckled breasts, his dick leapt. And by the time he had yanked his jeans and underwear off, his dick was at the starting line, ready to race.

Heather’s mouth was on Jeff’s large member a heartbeat after that. There was no foreplay. She had come there to suck dick, and it was clearly not her first rodeo. She started moaning, and playing with his balls. She looked Ned right in the eyes as her tongue swirled about the shaft, and right then, Ned knew his son had found a winner. When she deep throated him, he wanted Jeff to propose marriage to her as soon as possible.

She was a gifted cocksucker. Maybe a prodigy. He hadn’t thought he’d be able to achieve an erection so soon after cumming, even with a much younger body. But here he was, on the verge of another climax. His wife hadn’t sucked him like this in years. Heather’s mouth was so wet. Her tongue was all over the shaft. He could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. He squeezed her hair, indicating that he was about to blow his load.

Heather’s mouth came off immediately, but she kept stroking him with her hand. “Cum on my tits!” she pleaded.

Ned would pay for the ring himself at that point. He started to ask if she was sure, but it was too late.

As his first shot landed, Heather stroked even faster and said, “That’s right, Jeff! Paint my big tits with your cum! I know you like that! They’re all yours baby! Cum on them!”

Ned was surprised by how much spunk his son could still manage. By the time he was done, cum was sliding down both of Heather’s breasts, and in one case, dripping off a nipple.

Heather unceremoniously grabbed one of Jeff’s shirts on the floor and wiped herself off. “That was pretty hot. Now remember, if you get an A on the test, I’ll let you fuck me again tonight.”

As Heather ushered them off to school, Ned hoped he excelled at whatever subject this test was on.

Around the time Ned was taking Jeff’s very important test, Jeff was waking up on a cruise ship. His mind was foggy, but his body felt good. Really good. He felt a weight on his midsection, and hot, wet pressure on his dick. Heather had snuck into his house and was fucking him. This was amazing. She was the best girlfriend.

Jeff opened his eyes and got the shock of his life. His mother was on top of him. She was wearing a red see thru bra and was rolling her hips with slow and sensuous movements. The effect only made his cock even harder inside of her.

As he started to struggle, she looked down at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up before climbing on top of you this morning, darling. You were just so hard, and I wanted to feel you in me.”

“Mom! Stop! It’s me! Your son!”

Her face looked shocked, but also intrigued. “That’s pretty kinky, but I’m down.” Instead of stopping, she leaned down and pushed her boobs into Jeff’s face. “Did you miss mommy’s boobies? Would you like to suck on her titties?”

“No, I-” but then he couldn’t talk without getting a mouthful of boob. What made it worse was that his dick didn’t find his mother’s boobs repulsive at all. He felt his dick get harder. So, apparently, did his mom.

“Yeah, you like that don’t you! You like momma’s titties! Well get a good mouthful while I, I…Oh Ned! Oh fuck! Momma’s cumming!”

All Jeff could do was hold on as his mother began to slam her pussy up and down on him frantically for several seconds. Then she shook all over, then looked at him expectantly while she slowly rolled her hips. She was about to ask if he got his, when she felt his hot seed pump inside her. “That’s it, son. Fill Mommy up. Get it all out.”

When she saw his body relaxed and felt his dick begin to soften, she rolled off of him. “Well, that was different. We’ve never done mother son roleplay before. I’ll admit, it was pretty hot.”

After a few seconds of silence, Jeff managed a meek, “Mom, it’s really me, Jeff. I don’t know how you got here, but…”

She turned towards him. “What are you talking about, Ned?”

“You think I’m Dad?” Jeff asked.

She laughed and shook her head at him, thinking he was still teasing her. She got up to go get a towel. While she did, Jeff took in his surroundings. He was in a small room. A bed, a television, two chairs, a dresser, he could hear water. He was on the cruise with his parents. He looked down at himself. His belly had gotten bigger overnight. His body felt achy. He rushed into his bathroom, almost stopping as he saw his mom peeing into the toilet. At that point he figured it didn’t matter as he’d just seen a whole lot more. He looked into the bathroom mirror, and almost passed out as he saw his dad looking back at him.

An hour later at Jeff’s school, the principal came over the intercom. “Jeff Cobble. Please come to the principal’s office.”

The students tittered and jested as Jeff left the room. He got lost twice on the way through the halls, but eventually found the office. The principal pointed to the phone on his desk and said, “It’s your father, Jeff. He said it was urgent.”

Ned tried not to smile as he picked up the receiver. “Uh, what’s up, Dad?”

“Do you have any idea what is happening right now?”

“Not sure what you mean?”

“I mean the fact that when I woke up this morning, I wasn’t me! I was you! And I’ve been horribly traumatized because Mom is here and she thinks I’m still you and she wants to…she wants to…”

“Oh, I know what she wants to do. Good luck with that. If there’s nothing else, I’ve got to be getting back to class.”

“Are you nuts! You went to school today! I had a test!”

“Don’t worry about the test. I aced it.”

“You…you did?”

“Oh yeah. Your girlfriend gave me the right motivation.”

Jeff thought his borrowed heart might give out at that news. “Did she…did Heather show up at the house this morning?”

“That she did. She’s a real special girl, Je-Dad. Anyways, have fun on your anniversary-”

“No, Dad! We’ve got to do something about this! We’ve got to-”

“I love you too. See you in a few days.” And Ned hung up the phone. His poor son. Stuck on a cruise in his body with his nympho mother. Oh well, he had his own problems. Math problems. Specifically the problem of figuring out how many condoms he’d need for tonight with Heather.

On the ship, Jeff could only stare at the phone. His dad was going to have sex with his girlfriend. He’d had sex with his own mother, and now his dad was going to fuck his girlfriend. Might have already fucked her. And he was stuck on this ship with his horny mother that thought he was trying to roleplay with her. What the fuck was he going to do?

“Will that be all sir?” the ship’s concierge asked patiently.

“Oh, uh, could I use this again in an hour?”

“Of course sir, but the rate will be the same.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s my dad’s credit card, so that’s fine by me.”

“Your father, sir?”

“Um, right. Nevermind.”

An hour later, Jeff placed his second call. School was out by then, and he hoped his girlfriend would pick up. She did.

“Hello, Mr. Cobble,” his girlfriend chirped.

Jeff’s heart sank as he repeated, “Mr. Cobble?”

“Yes, Jeffrey told me you might be calling.”

“Did he.”

“Yes. He said you were playing some weird game where you pretended to swap bodies. Is that why you’re calling?”

Jeff couldn’t believe how sneaky his dad was. “Heather, it’s true. It’s really me!”

She giggled. “But you don’t sound like you.”

“But it is me! You have to believe me! Remember that time I took you to the carnival and got you that bear. It took my whole wad of cash. But when I gave it to you, you told me how much you loved it, and you…uh, well that was the first night you let me cum on your tits.”

“Oh, so that’s a regular thing you kids do, is it?” Jeff heard his voice say. His dad had taken the phone away from Heather! “I thought maybe this morning was special.”

“Dad! Give the phone back to Heather!”

“I don’t think so. Especially since this call can’t be cheap. So run on back to mom, and just focus on you two having a great anniversary.”

The click was deafening to Jeff. His father was going to fuck his girlfriend, and he wasn’t going to be able to stop him. As he walked back to his cabin, he thought about why this might be happening. What event had occurred that had allowed him to swap bodies with his own father?

As walked into his room, his mother greeted him. “So, what should we do tonight? There’s a magic show this evening. But we could also just stay in and-”

“Mom, no.”

“Every time you call me Mom I just want to shove my tits in your face and-”

Mom! Stop. Listen to me, please. I just got off the phone with Dad. He’s in my body. He’s going to fuck my girlfriend.”

Jeff hated saying it out loud. But he was startled by his mother’s expression. She didn’t look frightened. She looked…even hornier. “Mom, I’m Jeff. Dad and I somehow swapped bodies. He went to school as me today. He is pretending to be me, and Heather has no idea. What can we do?”

To Jeff’s dismay, his mother was already removing her clothes. “Is that what you want? Do you want me to pretend to be Jeff’s girlfriend? I don’t mind that, especially if you keep calling me Mommy.”

“Oh, Mom! No!” Jeff exclaimed, and then retreated from the room.

As Jeff avoided his mom for the rest of the day, Ned was fucking Heather every hour, on the hour. In the bathroom of a restaurant, at the back of a movie theater, in the car, and then finally, back at Ned’s house.

Heather didn’t know what had come over her boyfriend, but she really, really liked it. He was so confident. So sure of himself. He was giving her pleasure in ways she’d never experienced, and he was insatiable. Every time she turned around, he was hard again. Every time he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world and he was so lucky to have her. So every time, she gave herself to him.

When they got to Jeff’s house, Heather was even louder than the night before. She knew Jeff’s sister would be able to hear. She didn’t care.

Abby cared. It was her brother after all. But good for him for being able to give his girl the O. It must be nice. Her ex husband almost never did. And here her little brother was handing it out two nights in a row. She thought shaming him earlier might have made them quieter though. Oh well. Young love and all that.

When Jeff finally came back to her cabin to go to sleep, his mother had drifted off to sleep. He was glad he would not have to rebuff her further. He hoped beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, when he woke up, he’d be back in his house, and this would all be over.

He was right on one count, but not both.

When Jeff woke up that second morning, he too, noticed that the sounds and feeling of being at sea had disappeared. He was also in a bed alone. This was all very encouraging, yet something still felt off. He didn’t recognize the room he was in. Well, that wasn’t true. It was familiar, but it wasn’t the cabin on the ship, nor was it his bedroom at home. He dimly saw the shape of a lamp, and pulled the switch.

As light bathed the room, he saw his hand. It was smaller, smoother, and most importantly, not his. He looked down at his body, and almost passed out again. He had tits. He threw the covers off and saw to his horror, that he was now in the body of his oldest sister, Abby.

He rushed from the room and ran to his. At least now he could confront his father. He threw open his door, and there, just as he’d suspected, were the naked forms of his own body and his girlfriend.

“Dad!” he shouted. “Wake up! I’m back, but now I’m Abby!”

Brief, sleepy pandemonium ensued, as Ned tried to quell his son in the body of his daughter, while at the same time, ushering out Jeff’s girlfriend so she didn’t have to be a part of the circus that their lives had become.

Ned kissed Heather on the cheek at the front door. Heather mumbled, “Your family is so weird. It’s a good thing you’re hot.”

Ned just smiled at her as the front door closed, and went to make breakfast for him and his son in the kitchen. He raised his eyebrows as he walked in on his son with Abby’s shirt pulled up over her boobs. Jeff was lifting and dropping his new boobs over and over again.

“Why don’t you put your sister’s boobs away there, son,” Ned admonished.

Abby’s face went beet red, and Jeff did as his dad said. But as soon as his boobs were covered, he went off. “Don’t shame me for looking at boobs! I’ve never had boobs before and it’s, it’s…well, wouldn’t you do the same thing if you were me?”

“That I would,” Ned agreed as he started preparing bacon and eggs. “Have you checked out the downstairs yet?”

“Dad, it’s…it’s Abby.”

“Hey, like you said. You’ve never had boobs before, and you’ve never had a vagina either. And right now they belong to you, same as this body belongs to me.”

“I can’t believe you fucked my girlfriend!”

“Jeff, let’s look at the facts. We swapped bodies. No one’s going to believe that. And we can’t fix it, can we? Do you know something I don’t? Like how this came to be.”

Jeff slowly shook Abby’s head back and forth.

“Well then what are you whining about? We just have to make the best of an extraordinary situation. It’ll either right itself, or we’ll learn to live with it.”

“That’s easy for you to say! You got like, what, 20 years younger. And you get to sleep with my girlfriend!”

“Some of us do have it easier than others. How’s your mom by the way?”

Abby’s face went red again. “Oh, she’s great. I had to avoid her all day yesterday.”

“Why’d you do that?”

“Because she thought I was role playing or something whenever I called her mom and she wanted to…you know.”

“Your mom’s been on fire lately, that’s for sure. I couldn’t keep up with her without the help of modern medicine.”

“Dad. Ew. Stop. Gross.”

“So no idea why this happened though?” Ned asked. “Maybe an ancient curse, or magic spell. Did we unknowingly make the same wish at the same time? Did you stumble upon an enchanted artifact, or disturb one of the old gods? Did a mad scientist experiment on you? Or aliens got bored? Or someone at your school developed a body swapping device capable of swapping at great distances? Or do you think the alignment of the planets coincided with our exact physical locations on earth and-”

“No! None of those things happened. And that is an awful lot of theories on what could cause people to body swap.”

“I used to read a lot of erotic stories. You’d be amazed at some of the stuff people come up with for body swaps. Pretty far out stuff sometimes. The worst is when they never explain it at all, which I think is just lazy writing.”

Ned and Jeff take a moment to break the fourth wall and look into the eyes of the reader.

“Regardless of what happened,” Ned continued, “we just have to ride it out and hope the universe fixes it.”

“But I am a girl!” Jeff pouted loudly. “And worse yet, that girl is my sister!”

“Jeff, don’t be ashamed. It’s your body right now. If you want to go to your room, er, your sister’s room that is, and use one of her dildos to-”

“Please stop talking!”

“You’re right,” Ned said as he scraped eggs onto plates. “I’ve got to eat and get to school. Wouldn’t want your grades to slip.”

“You’re enjoying this far too much.”

“Your mom probably has some better dildos than your sister if you really want to get crazy.”

“Dad!” Jeff screeched as he fled the room.

“It’s just a suggestion,” Ned called after him. “I mean, it’ll just be you in the house. All day!”

Jeff would spend most of it wondering why his parents were so much more perverted than he would ever be. And he’d spend the rest of it trying to keep from touching various parts of his female body, and hoping that tomorrow this nightmare would be over and he’d be in his own body again tomorrow.

When Abby woke up a few hours later, her experience was much like her brother’s the previous day. She slowly came to the conclusion that she was somehow on her parents’ anniversary cruise. But what she noticed quickly, was that she had a dick between her legs. And it was hard.

She gripped it. It felt nice in her larger hand, and hot to her cold fingers. She squeezed it lightly, and it gave a reflexive jump, which sent a little shiver through her body. She pulled it towards her stomach, her much harrier, and larger stomach. She was taking in all these differences, but the dick, having a dick, completely captivated her. She fondled and stared at it for a couple minutes before finally noticing there was another person in bed with her. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was her mom.

She shook her mom awake, but before she could ask any questions, her mom said, “Are you ready to get fucked now?”

Abby’s mouth went dry at the question. She was the one that was supposed to be asking questions. And so far, the only thing that was answering was her dick, which hardened even more. And then she watched in silent fascination, as her mom winked at her, then lowered her mouth towards her new cock. Abby was in heaven as warm and wet collided up and down her shaft. It was amazing. No wonder her ex had always pressured her for blowjobs.

But she wanted more. She had questions, sure. But she had a cock! If it felt like this in a mouth, what did it feel like in a pussy? She needed that answer, for science! So as soon as her mother came up for air, she gently pushed her down, and got on top of her.

“Oh yeah, put it in me!” her mother demanded.

This was weird. This whole thing was weird. But all Abby could think about right then, was that she had a cock, and it felt great, and she’d think about weird later. Her mother helped guide her cock into her pussy, and it did feel even better than her mouth. She wiggled her hips, letting her dick rub against her mom’s vagina. That felt okay, but she was missing something. She pulled it out a little, and then pushed back in, and that was it. She began doing that over and over again. Slow at first, then faster and faster. She felt pressure and pleasure building in her groin. It was so easy to feel good. The pleasure was right there for the taking. Abby quickened her pace.

Her mother encouraged her on by saying, “You can call me Mommy again if you want to.”

There was that weird again. But her new dick didn’t seem to mind. Her new dick kind of liked that, so why the hell not. “Okay Mommy. Thank you for letting your little girl fuck your pussy.”

Her mother looked at her like she’d grown a third arm instead of a penis. It didn’t slow down Abby’s rhythm though. Nothing could break her focus. Pleasure was the only thing that mattered. Her dick in her mother’s warm, wet hole was the epicenter of her world. And then suddenly the intense, glorious pressure could no longer be contained. And she was cumming. And cumming. Her mother let out a moan, and started shaking beneath her. Her mother was cumming too.

Abby had never felt anything so singularly intense. And then she was sleepy. So sleepy. And so she closed her eyes, and woke up thirty minutes later, still on a boat, still with a cock, and that’s when she knew for certain that she wasn’t dreaming.

For Abby, the body swap couldn’t have been better. She was on a cruise with her mom. That definitely beat moping around her childhood home getting day drunk. She didn’t love that she was in her dad’s body, but fucking as a guy had been pretty great. She briefly wondered if she should keep her predicament a secret, but this was too huge! And if she couldn’t tell her mom, who could she tell? She just hoped her mother wouldn’t get too grossed out.

As they sat across each other enjoying a beautiful breakfast spread, Abby began with, “Mom, I know this is going to come as a shock to you, but-”

“Let me guess, you swapped bodies with one of our daughters?” Vicky smirked.

“What? How did you know?”

“Well you spent all day yesterday trying to convince me you were our son, Jeff. And when you called yourself a little girl earlier, I just figured, oh, okay. My husband is pretending to be Jenny.”

“Abby. I’m Abby. Why would you just assume Jenny? And this happened yesterday too?”

“I’ll give you points for commitment,” Vickie laughed. “You’ve even got some of her mannerisms down. But we should probably just keep this kind of role playing in the bedroom, shouldn’t we? I must say, it’s very imaginative. Wouldn’t have expected it from you. I don’t hate it though.”

Abby wanted to ask again why Jenny and not her, but she just nodded along. This had happened before. Yesterday in fact, to Jeff… Did that mean her father was in Jeff’s body yesterday? He never said anything? Would she have believed him? Would she have been any help to him whatsoever with the amount of alcohol she kept in her system these days?

She knew the answer to both questions was no. She wouldn’t have believed him, and there was nothing she could have done about it if she had. Exactly like there wasn’t anything she could do about it now. She was on this cruise, in her dad’s body, and it might only last a day. So why not make the most of it.

“So what do you want to do today?” Vickie asked.

Abby clapped her hands together excitedly. “Everything!”

While Abby began having the time of her life on a cruise ship, Jeff had taken up his sister’s hobby of day drinking. He figured this body was of age, and the alcohol helped dull his senses. He needed that today of all days. He didn’t want to feel what it was like in a woman’s body, especially his sister’s! First his dad, now this! Why was the universe fucking with him?

His dad came home late in his body, and Jeff was there on the couch to greet him. “Where have you been young man?” Jeff asked with slurred speech.

“Oh buddy,” Ned asked, concerned. “How long have you been hitting the sauce?”

“Don’t lecture me, Dad!” Jeff said heatedly as he tried to stand. He got halfway, then fell back onto the couch. “I’m older than you right now. Why are you getting home so late? Where’s Heather? Did you guys have any more of the sex?”

Ned came over to help Jeff up. It was much easier in his lighter frame. “Why don’t we just get you up to bed?”

“Why don’t you answer me?” Jeff asked as he allowed his father to get him on his shaky feet. “Did you make the sex? Did the sex happen with my girlfriend? Did you girlfriend my sex Dad!”

“I would have thought your sister’s body would have built up more of a tolerance to alcohol by now. What did you eat today, champ?”

“Eat? I ate breakfast. You made breakfast. Then I found the booze. I drank it so I wouldn’t touch my sister’s titties.”

Ned rolled Jeff’s eyes. “You haven’t had anything since breakfast. Well, that would explain it.”

Jeff swayed in his father’s arms as they got to the foot of the stairs. “Abby does have a nice body. Boobs are weird though from this angle. Look at them.” He lifted up Abby’s pajama top so that her boobs were on display. “Look at these girl boobs. They’re just bags of fat. And they belong to my sister. Isn’t that gross? Why do we want to touch them all the time?”

Ned pulled down Abby’s top and said, “Because we’re guys, son. But hey, maybe you won’t have them tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be…maybe you’ll be back in this body…”

Even as he said it, Ned hoped that wasn’t the case. His son tumbled into Abby’s bed and was out like a light. Ned then retrieved Heather from his car, and they came in and made the sex, but just in case, he sent her home right after.

The first to wake that next morning was Vickie. She had a pounding headache and an upset stomach. She felt hungover, which didn’t make a lot of sense. She had drank a little last night, and might have drank more, but her husband had taken her straight to bed and fucked her good and proper.

She reached over to him to see if he’d get her some medicine and a glass of water, but he wasn’t there. And then she took in the room. She wasn’t in the cabin. She was in…she was in Abby’s room! How did she get here? Had she slipped into a coma somehow and they’d brought her back home while she was under? But that still wouldn’t explain why she was in Abby’s room. What was going on?

She got up and stumbled in the dark. She got to the light switch and flipped it on. The first thing she saw was Abby’s figure reflected in her daughter’s vanity. She held up her hand. Abby’s reflection did the same. She held up her other hand. The reflection mirrored her movements. And then she understood. Her husband hadn’t been roleplaying. He had been serious! Her children had been in her husband’s bodies the last two days…and she’d fucked them!

Well, Jeff hadn’t really. He’d done nothing but avoid her. But Abby, wow. She had been on fire last night. Her daughter really knew how to please a lady, probably because she was a lady. She had so many questions. She knew who might have some answers, but first some water and medicine.

After peeing and procuring what she needed, she headed to Jeff’s room. Jeff was snoring softly. She flicked on his light and asked tentatively, “Son?”

He stirred slightly in his bed, but didn’t say anything. She asked again, louder this time, “Son? Is that you?”

Jeff’s body suddenly sat up, and looked at her curiously. “Did you just call me son? Does that mean…”

“I’m actually your mother,” Vickie said. She was surprised when Jeff began to laugh.

“No, you’re not!” he exclaimed. “You’re my wife!”

Ned got dressed and began to explain everything that had happened during the last two days. As they sat down to a healthy breakfast that Saturday morning, Vickie told what she had experienced on the ship with who she thought was her husband. They were both open and honest about everything. They could be, because they were husband and wife, who happened to be in the bodies of their son and daughter.

Ned gave all the details about his sexual escapades with Heather. And Vickie talked about fucking their kids with his body. It was so strange, yet had in no way been terrible. And now they were together. They were in younger bodies. They both felt great, especially now that Vickie’s hangover had faded. And hearing what each of them had been up to had got them both excited in more ways than one.

Their hands had intertwined at the breakfast table while they’d been talking. And when Ned leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s face, Vickie matched his movements. They kissed passionately for several seconds before Ned broke it off.

“So, even though we’re not on the boat anymore, that doesn’t mean our anniversary trip is over…”

Vickie winked at him. “What did you have in mind?”

He picked his daughter up in Jeff’s strong arms and carried her upstairs. “I think we’ll figure something out.”

They did figure something out. Twice that morning.

A little while later, Jeff was awoken by someone shaking him going, “Mom, Mom, wake up. I’m still here in Dad’s body! Let’s have sex again!”

That was his father’s voice. He was back on the ship. With his father. Who was shaking him and calling him…Mom.

“No. No!” he said briskly. But he didn’t hear his voice. He heard his mother’s voice coming from his vocal chords. “You have got to be kidding me!” he yelled.

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Jeff looked over and saw his father, naked and ready to go. His hand was stroking his cock, which was at full mast, and he was eyeing Jeff expectantly. “Do not touch me with that thing! Why are you calling me Mom? Abby? Is that you?”

“Jeff?” Abby asked.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Jeff said getting up in his mother’s body. “I’m going to go jump into the ocean.” His mother’s body moved differently than Abby’s. It felt older. Certain parts of him hurt. His breasts were saggier. He was still a woman. Everything sucked.

“Stop complaining, brat. This will probably be over tomorrow. We might as well make the most of it.” She tugged at his arm, trying to pull him back onto the bed.

Jeff jerked away. “Please don’t touch me while you have that thing between your legs.”

“Come on! We’re married! We can make each other feel good!”

“We are not married!” Jeff argued as he found his mother’s clothes and began struggling to put them on. “We are brother and sister trapped in our own parents’ bodies!”

“So? It’s temporary, right? It’s been happening the last couple of days. We’ll probably be back to normal by Monday.”

“That’s pretty fucking optimistic, don’t you think? And haven’t you even asked why it’s happening to begin with?”

“It seems to revolve around you,” Abby observed. “But as to the why? Who cares. This is amazing. Let’s not waste it. Come to bed.”

“Absolutely fucking not. I respected your body yesterday when I was in it. Well, I got drunk and respected it. And I’m sure our parents are not going to…” Jeff stopped mid sentence and thought about that. His dad had been fucking Heather like crazy. Abby had thought he was their mother and had asked to have sex again, which meant they had both done it. His whole family was a bunch of perverts! “They’re going to fuck each other in our bodies, aren’t they?”

Abby smiled and nodded. “I mean, they are married. And now they’re in our younger, hotter bodies.”

Jeff nodded as if this made perfect sense, then said, “I’m going to go throw up now.”

While Jeff was having another bad day, Ned called Heather and asked if she wanted to come over. It was late afternoon when she arrived. She wore a tight teal dress that made her red hair pop.

It was the first thing Vickie noticed when she opened the door to let in her son’s girlfriend. “Wow, you look amazing, dear.”

“You’re one to talk,” Heather said in surprise. Heather had seen Abby around Jeff’s house several times since she’d moved back home, but she always looked like a trainwreck. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy just then. Just black leggings and a low cut, white t-shirt. But she looked, well, put together. She had on a bit of makeup and great hair. And she exuded the confidence of a woman that was going out for a night on the town.

For that reason, Heather asked as they strode into the living room, “Are you going out tonight?”

“No,” Vickie said sweetly. “I thought I’d stay here and chaperone you lovebirds.”

“Oh, great,” Heather said with thinly veiled disappointment. “So, where’s Jeff?”

“He’s in the kitchen cooking us a five star meal. Can’t you smell it?”

Something did smell great. But since when could her boyfriend cook? She went to the kitchen, and thankfully Abby didn’t tag along. She saw Jeff wearing an apron, which was adorable, and he looked like he knew what he was doing as he seasoned something in a pan.

“Uh, hey, Jeff,” Heather started. “Did you know your sister plans on hanging out with us tonight?”

Jeff spun around with a spatula in his hand. He used it to point at the words on his apron that read, ‘kiss the cook.’ Then he cleared his throat and waited.

“Oh, sorry,” Heather giggled, and went over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

As she withdrew, Jeff cleared his throat again, shook his head, and pointed emphatically to his apron.

Heather ignored him as she figured her news was more urgent. “We won’t be able to do much more than that with your sister around!” she hissed.

“Won’t be able to do what?” Abby asked innocently as she came into the kitchen.

Heather turned redder than her hair, but Jeff saved her by saying, “Food’s ready. You can have some. But you have to pay the toll.”

“The toll?” Heather asked.

“But of course,” Abby purred. And then she picked up a plate from the counter, went over to Jeff, and locked lips with him.

It was a long kiss. A sensual kiss. A kiss that Heather would have put a stop to if it had been some random girl, but…this was Jeff’s sister. What was going on? Why were they kissing like that? And why did Jeff seem cool with it?

When they broke it off, Jeff winked at Abby, and filled her plate with steak and steamed vegetables. When Heather just stared, Abby motioned to Heather, “Go on, before it gets cold.”

Heather moved as if on autopilot and picked up a plate. When she held it out to Jeff, he cleared his throat again. She looked at him, still very confused by what she’d seen.

“You have to pay the toll,” Abby gently reminded her.

Heather scoffed. She could pay the toll whenever she wanted. She was Jeff’s girlfriend after all. But to put her mouth where Abby’s had just been, it was weird, wasn’t it? And why wasn’t Abby going to the dining room? Why was she just standing there, staring? Was she seeing if she’d just go along with it? Was this a prank? It had to be that! Jeff and his older sister were messing with her. That was a pretty risque prank. But she wouldn’t back down. She’d show them that they couldn’t pull one over on her. She put the plate down, put her hands on the side of Jeff’s face, and kissed him even more passionately than Abby had.

When she was finished, Jeff looked shell shocked, then quickly filled her plate. Heather turned to see Abby giving her an approving smile, and then a wink at Jeff.

Sometimes siblings were weird, but Heather was hungry enough now not to care. She followed Abby to the dining room, and Jeff joined them a minute later. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, then Heather felt something brush against the inside of her legs. It was a foot! And it was sliding up and down her bare skin. That might have been normal if Jeff was sitting across from her, but he wasn’t. Abby was!

Heather looked at her and mouthed, “What the hell?” to the older girl.

In response, Abby just blew her a kiss, and took another bite of vegetables.

As Abby’s foot made no sign of retreating, Heather looked at Jeff and said, “You know what, Jeff, this was really great, but I think I think I’d like some dessert now. Can we go get ice cream?”

“Or you could stay here and have something just as sweet,” Abby offered suggestively as her foot climbed higher and higher.

“Would you like to stay here and have something sweet with us, Heather?” Jeff asked with a charming smile.

Heather scooted back from the table, letting Abby’s foot fall to the floor. She looked at her boyfriend questioningly. “Okay guys? What is going on? First that kiss. Now your sister is making a pass at me under the table? You guys are fucking with me, right?”

“Oh, we’d like to fuck with you alright,” Abby cooed.

“If that’s something you’d be into,” Jeff added.

“But…but, you’re brother and sister!” Heather argued.

“Not today,” Jeff smiled. “Today is sort of a cheat day. Tomorrow might be too, who knows?”

“I don’t understand what that means,” Heather said.

“It means,” Abby said, “That I’m fine with you fucking my hus- sorry, ‘your’ boyfriend today, as long as I can be there to help.”

Heather was temporarily at a loss for words at the offer. She’d never been invited to a three way before. That’s what this was, right? Yeah, it would be. She’d be fucking Jeff, and Abby would be there, and she’d be ‘helping,’ which meant she’d be participating. So yeah, that’d be a three way. She thought she’d have to wait until college for one of those. She looked at Jeff to see his thoughts on the matter.

“My sister and I have talked it over,” Jeff explained. “As you know, she’s recovering from a failed marriage, and she’s looking to get back in the saddle again. I think this will help her out.”

“Having sex with her brother?”

“No, no!” Jeff said with feigned shock. “With both of us! And as I said, this is a cheat day.”

“What does that mean though!”

“It means I’m your boyfriend, so it’s not cheating. And Vickie- I mean, Abby, is my sister, so…”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Abby pulled her white shirt over her head. It had been obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra before. And now it was really obvious. “So, you want me just to fuck Jeff without you?” she challenged.

“What!” Heather balked.

But before she could protest further, Abby stood up and put her tits in Jeff’s face. Jeff didn’t shrink back, but began kissing and fondling his sister’s boobs.

“In or out?” Abby asked.

Heather narrowed her eyes at Abby. She didn’t know what these two perverts were playing at, but whatever it was, she wasn’t going to lose. In a quick, fluid movement, she pulled her dress up over her head. In another second, her bra was falling off. She moved to the other side of her boyfriend, her slightly smaller tits on display for him. He turned to her, and put his mouth on them. Heather arched a brow in Abby’s direction as if to say, ‘you’ll have to do better than that, cause he likes mine better.’

But after a few seconds of kissing Heather’s boobs, Jeff stood, looked at both women and said, “It’s a shame. I guess the rest of this food is going to get cold.” And then he bolted from the room.

Abby squealed with glee and chased after him.

Heather wondered what was possessing them, but followed after. But they weren’t headed towards Jeff’s room. They were heading to the master bedroom. The one that belonged to Jeff’s parents. By the time she got there, Jeff was already shedding clothes, and Abby had lost the black leggings.

The siblings climbed into bed as Heather watched, and as if to prove that they were completely serious, Abby got on all fours, and Jeff expertly mounted her from behind.

Heather gasped. Her boyfriend was fucking another woman right in front of her. How dare he! And how dare he look so good doing it! Heather shed her panties and got beside Jeff and started kissing him. Then she got on all fours and stuck her ass right next to Abby’s. She briefly thought how funny it was that she had worried about Abby from hearing them the other night. Maybe that’s what set this off. Maybe hearing her get fucked had turned Abby on, and she was so desperately horny that she’d asked Jeff to help her out.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a firm smack on her ass from Jeff. “Hey!” she protested. But then his hands were bracing her hips, and now he was shoving into her. She was even wetter than she thought, because he slid all the way in. It felt so good. She looked beside her, and there was Abby. She was smiling at her. And then her mouth was right there. And they were kissing. She was kissing a girl. A girl that was her boyfriend’s sister, while her boyfriend was fucking her from behind. It was not how she thought the night was going to go, but she wasn’t complaining.

After doing them both doggystyle for a few minutes, they changed positions. Well, Heather did anyway. Abby stayed on all fours getting plowed by her brother, while Heather positioned her pussy in front of Abby for the older woman to lick. That lasted a few minutes. Then they switched. Then they switched to missionary, so Abby could sit on Heather’s face. Jeff blew his load 20 minutes in. He watched the two women go at it for another 10, and then tagged back in.

Heather had never felt so sexy. Jeff and Abby were touching her everywhere. Kissing her everywhere. She got off again and again and again, and she was louder than ever. Every time she came, it just made the siblings go even harder. There seemed to be no end to their stamina. It was like they wanted to fuck all night!

Ned loved being young again. Vickie did too. And they especially loved sharing the hot redhead in bed. It was the best anniversary they’d ever had.

At some point before Jeff, Abby, Ned and Vickie fell asleep that night, they all wondered if they’d be back to normal the next day. If anything could be normal again.

Jeff was pretty sure it wouldn’t be when he woke up in a sorority house the next day. With a different pair of tits that looked all too familiar.

To be continued…

My best friend and I couldn’t afford a regular bus ticket to take us across the country. Luckily, women ride free on the Stealth Control line, provided we get a shot filled with nanites. Seemed reasonable to us, so I told Tina we should go for it. Two shots and an hour later, we stepped onto the bus. I felt a tingle down my spine as I passed down the aisle. Tina and I took our seats, and it seemed like every man on the bus had a phone out to record us. That’s weird, because I’m pretty sure no one has even taken over our bodies yet. It’s funny actually, and I start to giggle. My friend starts laughing too, and then she winks at the cameras and says, “Showtime.” She straddles my lap. I guess she thinks that we should be giving some sort of performance so they don’t kick us off. I agree. Seconds later, our boobs are out and we’re taking turns sucking on each other’s titties. The men eat it up. “Keep recording guys!” I say cheerfully. “These sexy ladies will be with us for several more hours, and me and Julius will be in control of them the whole time.” I don’t know why I picked the name Julius. It just came to me I guess. It made everyone applaud though. I realize we should probably turn up the heat so no one gets bored. That’s got to be the reason I slid a hand up Tina’s leg and began fingering her pussy. She moaned appreciatively, and the crowd went wild. Men are so easily manipulated.

@Milkman the government has no way of tracking them as of yet. They’re still looking for patient zero, as he might be their best hope in finding a cure. Until then, more and more hoppers will get made every day.

I live with an ancient family curse. Whenever I fall in love with someone, they become able to possess my body. I tried not to fall for so long, but then I met Stephen. I fell hard, and fast. I didn’t tell him about the curse though, even after we moved in together. I thought maybe it was going to skip a generation. But then today he went to hug me from behind as I got ready to go to work, and his whole body phased into mine. After an initial freak out, he went to our bathroom mirror and just began staring at my chest like he’s never seen it before. Now he’s clumsily trying to take my bra off and giggling like crazy the whole time. He’s really struggling. It’d be funny if this wasn’t making me crazy horny. Oh, he finally got it off. Aaaaand wouldn’t ya know it, straight to groping my boobs. Fuck. It feels so good when HE does it from inside me. I’m so stupid. I love him so much. He’s gonna figure out soon that he can possess me whenever he wants now.

As the bodyhopper pandemic grew beyond society’s control, leaders in government encouraged everyone to wear special face masks. They would supposedly block a hopper’s ability to enter us since our mouths and nose would be covered. Turns out, that was bullshit, because as soon as I stepped out from my apartment wearing one, I got hopped. The deviant slipped out of his current victim by turning to smoke, and then went through my mask like it wasn’t even there. He pulled my panties down, and started parading me down the sidewalk with deliberately seductive gait. He’s obviously trying to get people to look at my butt. It’s probably working. I wouldn’t know, because I can’t turn my fucking neck. Oh! He’s walking right towards some police officers! Maybe they’ll notice I’m acting strange and arrest me. Surely that would make the hopper leave. To my utter embarrassment, he goes right up to them, and pulls up my skirt. Everyone behind me can see my bare ass! And then he makes me turn, and gives the cops the same view. Then I start to walk slowly away. I expect to get cuffed at any second. But instead, all I hear is…a wolf whistle. One of the cops is whistling at me! Suddenly I hear my voice say, “Your hot little body can get away with so much stuff darlin’. Let’s keep showing it off.”

When I get hard, I’ll agree to just about anything, something my wife took advantage of UNTIL I learned I could swap our bodies. Now it’s my turn to start getting things I want. I love hearing how quickly I can make my wife change her mind. “Okay, I rode your expensive jet ski, now you’re taking it back. No! Don’t swap us here! Geez! Why is your dick so hard? Wait! Don’t just take my bikini off! Oooooh wow. Yeah, fuck me with my pussy. No, I’m not mad anymore. Yes, you can keep the jet ski, just don’t stop fucking me!”

My boyfriend facetimed me during my slumber party. He suggested we play truth or dare, then dared us to let whatever ghosts in my house possess us. We laughed, and said sure. Suddenly I felt cold as something entered me. We got naked and I said, “Great job getting us the permission we needed. Here’s your reward.”

“Have you ever thought about being with a woman?” my husband asked. We’d been sharing a glass of wine and talking about our kinks and fantasies. None of them had made me bat an eye, until that one. It made me go bright red, and Dan interpreted that correctly as a yes. “Anyone I know?” he prodded. “No,” I lied. “Then who?” he countered. He was very keen to know, but how can I possibly tell him that the woman I have a huge crush on right now is his sister Brooke! He’d go from being aroused to sickened. But Dan is VERY stubborn, so after a few days of asking, I tell him. Turns out, he wasn’t sickened at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Because my husband hadn’t shared his biggest fetish. Incest. Since we now had a shared interest in the same person, Dan made a suggestion. Brooke and her husband lived a couple hours away, but they would often visit us for the weekend and spend the night. The next time they did, Dan wanted to hire a bodyhopping prostitute to hop his sister so we could all have a kinky threesome. It was a crazy idea, but the very thought made me jump his bones right there. The next time Brooke and her husband visited, we spent a wonderful evening together. I made sure to keep topping off her husband’s wine glass so he’d turn in early. Sure enough, he excused himself around 10pm and went to the guest room on the other side of the house. My husband texted the hopper, who was on standby, and she was inside Brooke five minutes later. I had my mouth on her perky tits five seconds after that. My husband began stroking himself to the sight of his wife and sister making out. The hopper turned Brook’s face towards my husband and began moaning as I flicked her tits with my tongue. I had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her from being too loud. Don’t want Brooke’s husband catching us. He’d tell his wife and they probably would never visit again. Can’t let that happen. Cause I’m hoping this will become a regular thing.

“See bro!” my friend exclaimed. "My body became female as soon as I zipped it up. This dress really is magic!” He’d come over to eager to show me what this dress could do, and I hadn’t believed him till just now. It was hard to argue with him when I could see that he suddenly had boobs. And oh, look at that, a shaved pussy. I’m trying not to get turned on, but he keeps talking. “I thinks it’s effecting my mind too, man. Like, I’m straight, but like, when you look at me, it turns me on thinking about what you might do to me with your dick. I bet it’s hard. Am I right? Course I am. Look at this body. You want it, I can tell. You can have it, as long as I keep a part of the dress on. Here, look at my ass. Why don’t you take your cock and fuck me from behind. Please. I need it so bad.”

The human male in front of me is becoming increasingly alarmed. I don’t blame him. He just watched me invade his female counterpart, the one he calls ‘sister.’ I needed to calm him, to show him that this vessel was in no way harmed. I proceeded to quickly remove the unnecessary exterior garments blocking his view. He must see that she is okay, because he goes silent as he studies the orbs on her chest. He seems fascinated by them. Surely he’s seen orbs on a female human before? The more he stares, the more I feel this body begin to react. It’s becoming hot, my breathing shallow. There’s a place between my legs that is becoming damp. I put a finger down there and explore. It is wet, but feels very nice! I check my host’s mind and see this place is connected to the human mating process. “Would you like to mate with me, brother?” I ask. “Will that help calm you down?” He seems momentarily confused, but then begins to swiftly remove his garments as well.

My wife brought home a possession talisman and begged me to use it on her. It would give me complete control of her body, but she’d remain conscious, like a passenger in my mind. I was reluctant at first, but she told me she’d find it extremely hot. After I possessed her, I took her body to a bar, and was hit on relentlessly. The attention felt nice, and I didn’t have to pay for any of my drinks. My wife began to whisper into my head, daring me to take someone home. Because I was tipsy, I took her up on it. The lucky guy kissed me and pawed at my wife’s body. I shouldn’t have invited him inside, but my wife begged me too. I led him in, then went and changed into her sexiest lingerie. “What the fuck am I doing?” I muttered aloud. My wife’s voice responded from within me. “This has been amazing, babe. Keep going. Let him fuck me. Let him fuck US.” I gave in to our combined lust, and called for the man to join me in our bedroom. I could feel his eyes on this body the second he came through the door. I’ve never felt so wanted. Next time my wife won’t have to beg me to do this.

These last few weeks my girlfriend has been sweet and cuddly most of the day, but then suddenly becomes distant and moody at night. If I try to initiate sex, she acts like I disgust her, but then I’ll hear her quietly masturbating next to me when she thinks I’m asleep. I finally decided we needed to have it out, and when I voiced my issues about this with my girlfriend, she became alarmed. She told me she’d been noticing gaps in her memory. Something dawned on her, and she got very angry. She told me her ex boyfriend, with her permission, used to possess her through astral projection. She let him do it whenever she didn’t feel like having sex. He got to have his fun, and she’d wake up with no memories of how he’d used her body. However, when they broke up, she’d told him never to do it again. It appears he ignored her wishes and was now threatening our relationship. So we laid a trap for him. I procured a spell that would temporarily keep him from leaving her body, and she bought some kinky bondage items. Around the time she begins acting different, she had me lock her up in a very compromising position. “Fuck me as much as you want, baby,” she ordered. “And fuck me hard.” A few minutes later, right at 8pm, I saw her convulse slightly, and then began struggling against her constraints. I cast the spell, and a look of panic came over her face as her boyfriend realized he couldn’t leave. I just smiled, and acted like I didn’t know that her ex was inside of my girlfriend. “Alright, babe. I’m gonna fuck you all night long, just like you wanted. If you ever want me to stop, just say the safe word.” Her eyebrows shot up. “I don’t remember it!” I just shook my head and smiled. “I bet you’ll remember it when that spell wears off. If you ever come back, I’ll cast it again and we can go for round two.” And then I thrust into my girlfriend’s tight wet pussy.

@Milkman scientists are working round the clock for answers, chief among them, how can you tell if a friend or loved is currently being hopped. As of yet, no lab tests exist that hold the key. Your best bet is observation. Have their behavior patterns changed? Do they find their own body suddenly very alluring and spend long periods of time studying their body? If so, contact the cdc for containment, and then extricate yourself from the area.

Every time I go out with my hot girlfriend she ends up getting hopped by some creep. I thought we’d managed to avoid them tonight, but as we left the club, my girlfriend pushed her dress down to the ground and began walking down the street in just her coat. In a deep, masculine voice she said, “Sorry man. Your girl here is just so fine, I wanted to see what it was like to walk a mile in her shoes, and nothing else.” I watched helplessly as she began to slide the coat down her arms. “Maybe more than a mile, actually. Maybe all the way back to your place where I’ll let you fuck me. Only then will I consider leaving this gorgeous body.”

In an age where everyone was obsessed with what others were wearing, where they were going, what they were doing, it was only a matter of time before someone took it as far as it could possibly go in order to satisfy society’s voyeuristic tendencies. Gone were the days of social media, where all you could do was send pictures and videos. The area of consciousness streaming had begun.

This was made possible by a surgical procedure that installed the necessary biotech into a person’s parietal lobe. At one time, this would have been a major procedure, but was now as easy as scheduling a yearly physical, and a client would be home the same day, able to stream.

The parietal lobe made it all possible. It is the part of the brain that translates the messages received from the five senses. These messages could be transmitted live to another person’s parietal lobe, and experienced in real time. Whatever the sender saw, touched, heard, tasted, and smelled, the receiver would as well.

What controlled it all was a website called World Consciousness. Anyone who wanted to stream parts of their life, like going on a hike, having a party, sharing the nervousness of a first date, only had to go live with their parietal signal. Anyone who wanted to silently ride along and experience what the streamer was sending, selected that stream, and were immediately sharing the streamer’s five senses. The people that shared another person’s stream were called ride alongs. To them, it felt exactly the same as if they were living it themselves. It was a thrill to all parties involved. In a matter of months, everyone was doing it.

There were restrictions of course. To begin with, you had to be 18 or older to undergo the procedure. If you were streaming, you determined when you were online, and when you weren’t. You couldn’t be controlled by a ride along in any way. You were in the driver’s seat. That being said, streamers did take requests, earning money through tips and subscribers to their streams.

At first, streams had been mostly family friendly, but like all technology, that envelope got pushed quickly. Hacks and mods began to appear rapidly. The first ones primarily benefited the receivers, such as intensifying sensations. But others began to focus on the streamers, which eventually led to an even more invasive experience, as a high school senior by the name of Emily would soon discover.

Emily couldn’t wait to stream that day. Her backwards town didn’t let students stream from school, which didn’t even make sense. She could see why being a ride along would be banned, because it would be like they were somewhere else, in somewhere else. But just to stream, well, she was present and accounted for when she did that. It wasn’t fair. She’d have so many more followers if she could stream during the day.

As the high school senior left her shoes by the door, she took in the quietness of the house. She was first home. Her older brother would be getting home from his backbreaking factory job in about an hour, and her mom and dad usually got home shortly after that. This was her favorite time to stream, because she knew she looked great, and there were no parents or annoying older brother around to embarrass her in front of her followers.

Emily bounded upstairs to her room and shut the door behind her. She did a quick check in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup still looked good. She nodded to herself that she passed inspection, and then gave a cursory glance around her room. Parents could say what they would about the supposed negatives of streaming, but it did help keep a room clean. If her fans saw through her eyes leftover bits of food or dirty clothes, she would die of embarrassment.

She smoothed out a wrinkle on top of her bed, then went to her computer. The screen came alive, and she pulled up the World of Consciousness website. She logged in and looked to see if some of her favorite people were online. She rarely did ride alongs herself, but made exceptions if her favorite celebrity, musician, or influencer were on. None of them were, which made sense. She was pretty sure none of them had been scheduled.

Famous people’s streams were always carefully coordinated and controlled. The general populace knew this, but it didn’t stop them from hopping on to experience a more glamorous life, fake though it might be. It was a thrill to sit in a makeup chair before a movie star headed out to shoot a scene for a big blockbuster. Or to walk a red carpet. Or to feel what it was really like to be a rockstar and come out onto a stage and perform in front of thousands of screaming fans.

But those were all very special events, and they did not happen often. The bulk of streamers were exactly like Emily. Just normal people from all walks of life, who enjoyed the knowledge that there were dozens, hundreds, even thousands of people experiencing every little thing they did. The most mundane things could become amazing when seen through the eyes of another, even school. But Emily’s followers wouldn’t know, because it wasn’t allowed.

As she selected her name and prepared to go live, she wondered again why her school couldn’t be more progressive. She knew of schools in other districts that encouraged streaming, especially in class, saying it provided accountability and safety for both teachers and students. Apparently her school didn’t see it that way though, because they were a bunch of old school hicks.

Emily smiled as she saw a digital queue forming. Her loyal followers, waiting to ride along with her. There seemed to be more than usual today. She was ready for them. She’d been thinking about what to do and say all day. She pressed her finger to the screen, and opened her senses up to whoever wanted to ride along.

In another part of town, Bob, a man in his late forties, had gotten home early from work, and was now going from one ride along to the next. When he found his last two meetings had been canceled, he excitedly rushed home to enjoy an empty house. This solitude enabled him to do the ride alongs he wanted, ones that were generally frowned upon from people like his wife. But he knew lots of people that had the same desire he did, to experience what it felt like to be the opposite sex.

The second he had gotten home, he locked the doors, closed the curtains, and turned on the large monitor in his living room. He went to the World of Consciousness website and began to scroll through women that might interest him. There were lots of women that allowed people to ride along while they were doing all sorts of things, from shopping, cooking, cleaning, working out, and much more. But Bob’s tastes were very specific. He was looking for the streamers that were doing anything remotely sexual. His favorites were the sexy challenges that streamers often did.

Trends and challenges sprang up all the time on World of Consciousness. They usually took the form of a dance, a specific pose, or a challenge. A lot of them were harmless and silly. But several skirted the edges of teasing and provocative, like putting on skin tight leather pants and then streaming hands that ran up and down them.

Other challenges went way past provocative, like the ice cube challenge. Ladies most often did this one. They would schedule a time, and a few million people, mostly men, would log on to experience it. It involved a streamer going to their ice box, and taking out a single ice cube. They’d hold it between their fingers, letting everyone connected to them feel the cold, and see it through the streamer’s eyes.

Then everything would disappear as the streamer closed their eyes. The ride alongs couldn’t see the ice cube, but could tell its destination seconds later. They could feel a shirt being lifted, and a hand brushing past a soft belly, reaching higher and higher, until it came to an obstruction of even softer flesh. The ice would ride along a curve, until it found a very sensitive nipple that would stiffen at the cold. The streamer would leave it on there as long as they could bear, some letting it melt completely. The ride alongs felt it all, including the arousal that most streamers had when doing the challenge. And then the stream would end, and most ride alongs would log off in order to have some quality alone time.

Nudity was allowed, but not openly advertised. Actual sex acts could get you banned if it was reported to a moderator and they witnessed it in real time. That didn’t stop it from happening though. Every so often, a person would begin streaming thirty seconds or so before achieving climax. These were extremely popular, but it was a classic case of being in the right place at the right time.

Bob had been searching for a sexy ride along, but was striking out, and he knew he was running out of time. He had jumped into a woman who was swimming in a bikini, but she logged off before he could fully appreciate the cool water on her body. He experienced a girl that was on a date at a movie. He felt what it was like to sit there in anticipation, waiting for the guy to make a move. It hadn’t taken long. A muscular, hairy arm went behind the girl’s head, and a heavy hand briefly found purchase on her shoulder. But the second he felt fingers begin to slip lower on her dress and land on top of the girl’s exposed cleavage, she logged off.

Oftentimes, Bob felt that the pervier ride alongs like himself must experience a tremendous case of blue balls. There was a lot of teasing out there. A lot of sifting through coal to find that one diamond. But right before he was about to give up, he found it. The video on the monitor that displayed what the streamer was seeing was shaky at best, but it was no doubt someone in the throes of passion. And judging by a brief glimpse of boob, the streamer was a woman. She was riding some guy. Bob connected to it immediately.

So many sensations washed over him in an instant as he connected to the woman’s stream. He felt her hips moving rhythmically as they rolled from right to left. He felt her hands on a hard stomach. He heard her moans, and smelled the sweat of two intermingled bodies. When she opened her eyes a moment later, he saw long dark hair in her/his peripheral vision, and then got an eyeful of two large breasts as she purposefully looked down.

What stood out though for Bob, was the intense feelings happening between her legs. It was a sensation completely foreign to him as a man. The pleasure of being filled and stretched in an orifice he did not have. That was his favorite part, to feel something he couldn’t any other way. He knew his dick would most likely be hard when he came back, if he hadn’t already blown his load.

The woman was so close to orgasm. He felt her speed up on top of the man. Felt her trying to have him as deep inside as possible. A sensation was growing, building, coming on like an avalanche.

And that’s when he heard it. The familiar sound of a key in a lock, and the turning of a knob. He wouldn’t have been able to hear if it had been a normal ride along. A person often had to be shaken before they knew someone was trying to get their attention. But since Bob didn’t want to get caught by his family, he always had his in person auditory settings turned up so he could hear if someone was approaching.

His mind fought to stay in that woman, to ride the wave of ecstasy that was dominating his senses. But instinct told him to panic and get out and act like he wasn’t a giant pervert that loved riding along in women about to climax. His instinct won, but barely. One of these days it wouldn’t, and he’d have some explaining to do. But this time, he thought the word exit, and his physical body jerked slightly, and he was back, aware of his own body. He looked down, and saw that he did indeed have a giant erection.

As he heard the front door open, he glanced at the time. As happened to him often while browsing through streamers, hours had felt like minutes. He had been hopping from streamer to streamer for over three hours. So it made perfect sense that his teenage daughter would be home. But that still didn’t seem right. She had sports or cheer or something. He was not the world’s best father, but he knew should have had at least another hour to ride along in a bevvy of hot women! Bob wanted to interrogate his daughter on why she had ruined his good time, but he needed his dick to soften first. For that reason, he stayed low on the couch and turned off the screen.

As the front door closed, he heard his daughter, Avery, say, “We have to hurry. She doesn’t always stay streaming for very long.”

“I know,” another female voice agreed. “Are we using it in your living room?”

“No. My room. We don’t want to be interrupted when my parents get home, especially for what we’re about to do.”

Bob realized that his daughter didn’t know he was home, as his car was in the garage. He was about to reveal himself, when his daughter’s next words stopped him cold.

“We are going to make a fool out of Emily, from inside her very own body. Oh I can’t wait!”

As he heard footsteps retreat to Avery’s room, Bob had several questions. The first of which was, how exactly were they going to make a fool out of this Emily from inside her body. But also, wasn’t Avery friends with Emily? They’d both been on the cheerleading all through high school. There must have been some fallout at some point. He needed to know more, especially about that first part. He moved quickly and quietly towards his daughter’s bedroom.

The door to Avery’s room opened a crack, and he easily heard the friend say, “Okay, what do we have to do to make this work?”

“Okay, when Preston sold it to me, he said I just needed to beam it from my phone to the computer after I got on. Here, let me just…there. I’m logged in. And now I should just need to…”

“And you’re sure we won’t get in trouble?”

“For the hundredth time, Leah, Preston said this program was masked from World’s moderators. It’s untraceable. They’ll think it’s actually Emily the entire time. Now do you want to get back at her for being such a bitch, or are you chickening out?”

“I’m not!” Leah exclaimed at last. “Let’s…let’s do it.”

“Great. Now let me do a search. And look, there she is, showing the world how pretty and perfect she always is.”

“What are you supposed to do now?” Leah asked.

“Well I am going to connect to her via ride along, and when I’m in, you hit this button right here, and then I should be in control.”

“How’s that work anyway?” Leah asked.

Avery laughed. “It like, I don’t know, routes my parietal stuff through her signal. Instead of me hopping onto her upload, I upload on top of her, and become the dominant signal, but everyone will think it’s her doing it.”

“That is amazing. How much did Preston charge you again?”

“He didn’t charge me anything for it,” Avery winked. “I gave him a handjob in the school parking lot, and he put it on my phone for free. Now stop talking to me or we’re going to miss our window.”

A lot of thoughts were jumbling up in Bob’s brain, like the fact that his daughter had casually given a boy a hand job. But more important was this illicit program. There was no way it could do what they were implying. There was only one way to find out. He snuck back to the living room and searched for Emily. Thousands of Emily’s popped up, and he cursed himself for not remembering her last name. He refined his search to a twenty mile radius, and a dozen popped up. He narrowed the search to a five mile radius, and that narrowed it down to two.

One Emily appeared to be a mother, as she was playing with her two kids. She was probably streaming for grandparents, a common occurrence. They could ride along and play with their grandkids like they were in the room with them. The other option showed a typical teenage girl’s room. That had to be it. He selected it, and joined the stream as an observer.

Emily knew that she could have so many more followers if she would embrace her sexuality the way so many other streamers her age did. She had considered it. She really liked the fame, and the knowledge that people were right there with her, riding along and experiencing the world through her eyes. But she was not yet willing to wear the skin tight clothes or the short skirts or do the more daring and provocative challenges. Maybe next year when she was in college. For now, she’d stick with something more akin to a PG-13 rating.

She liked to move around when she was streaming. She was proud of her tight, young body, and knew that was why a lot of people rode along with her. They wanted to feel young again, or know what it was like to have a body that was in shape. She would do yoga, or dance to music, or on special occasions like today, she would perform cheer routines in her cheerleader uniform. This always gave her a spike in followers, and she needed that ego boost today. She was on the outs with a couple of her so called friends. It was their own fault. They had tried to usurp her authority as cheer captain, and she had threated to kick them off the team. After they called her a few choice names, she called practice early and warned them to come to heel or their cheer season was done.

Their friendship had become more adversarial when she got captain. Hopefully Avery and Leah just needed time to cool down. They’d fall in line, probably. If they didn’t she would have to do the unthinkable and kick them out of cheer. She really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. But she wasn’t going to dwell on all that drama at the moment.

Instead, she focused on her large computer screen, now in mirror mode, and put everything she had into a series of complex cheer routines. As she chanted the familiar words of school spirit that proclaimed the superiority of her alma mater, she was aware of her footwork. The way her smooth legs kicked and danced. Her muscles strained, but she did not grow tired. Her hips gyrated, and her taut stomach rolled. Her forehead and bare arms glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.

It was a workout for sure, but people must’ve thought she was doing a good job, as she saw the digital number of ride alongs in the corner of her screen climb higher. She might break her personal best for total ride alongs today. She’d go as long as she could, but realized there was one thing she should have taken care of before she had rushed to log on. She should have peed. The more she moved, the more her bladder told her the clock was ticking.

A few miles away, Avery’s head jerked, and she grinned at her friend. “Holy shit it works! Did you see me?”

“I didn’t see you make her do anything embarrassing,” Leah complained.

“Well, I started small,” Avery said excitedly. “I wanted to make sure I could control her body, and I totally could! I just rode along for half a minute, but when she started that last cheer, I made her leg kick in the wrong direction. Didn’t you notice?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t. Do you think Emily did?”

Avery shook her head. “I don’t think so. She just kept right on going with the routine. Preston said at the start, if I’m subtle enough, she might not know I’m even there. Like, if I did something small, like, say if she went to press a button and I stopped her right before she did it, she’d think she pressed that button. That’s something I’ll make good use of before she logs out, which should be real soon.”

Leah arched a curious eyebrow. “How do you know that?”

“Because little miss perfect has to pee. And you know she wouldn’t want her ride alongs to be a part of something like that.”

“That might be taking things too far,” Leak protested. But then she saw that Avery hadn’t heard her. She was already back in.

Bob was not complaining. He was enjoying the show. A beautiful, dark haired vixen in a cheerleader outfit was performing routines. What wasn’t there to love. He got to experience all five of her senses as she strutted and danced. But it was pretty mild stuff, especially compared to that erotic encounter earlier. He knew she wouldn’t be going much longer, because he could feel the girl’s full bladder. Some people loved to stream that sort of thing too, but he didn’t think Emily was that kind of girl.

He figured he was right as she finished her routine and relaxed a little. He felt the tension flow out of her, as she seemed like she was done and about to log out. She breathed hard, and he could feel her pulling deep draughts of air into her lungs. Then she waved to herself in the mirrored screen, and mouthed goodbye. Then she pressed the corner of the screen, and the World of Consciousness options came up. She went to press the log off button to stop the stream. She went to, but she didn’t actually press it. Her finger hovered directly over it, but it never made contact. She apparently thought she did, because her other hand minimized the screen, and she darted from the room.

As Bob continued to ride along, he felt a new urgency. It emanated from her groin, as she prepared to relieve herself. She thought she had logged off. But she hadn’t. This had become a pretty classic faux pas. One many a streamer had done, where they forgot to log off and then used the toilet. But Bob wondered if she had forgotten, because it sure seemed like she had attempted it.

As Emily entered the small bathroom and angled herself above the toilet, Bob felt her knees bend. At the same time, her thumbs slid her cheer skirt, skivvies, and panties down in one fluid motion. And then Bob felt something that he didn’t know could ever feel so erotic. He felt Emily’s bare ass touch the cold porcelain. He felt her release herself, and the pleasure that one feels as that internal pressure gives away. And he felt her hand reach for a piece of bath tissue, and wipe at the damp area, and then linger ever so slightly.

She stood up abruptly, and pulled her skirt back up in one smooth motion. As she flushed the toilet and went to wash her hands, Emily missed it, and so did Bob. Her cheer skirt was on. But her panties and skivvies remained on the floor. This was not her fault. Avery had held down the other garments with her foot, and Emily had thought she had pulled them all up. She had certainly meant to, but she hadn’t. She was focused on getting back to the monitor and looking at her statistics on the website.

But Emily would soon know something was very amiss, and it wouldn’t just be a draft about her legs. As she returned to her room, she saw her screen flashing that she had an incoming message. She picked up her phone and read it. It was from her boyfriend, Jim. He always rode along with her stream. It helped her feel close to him, knowing that he could feel what it was like to be her. He always complimented her in whatever she did. And now he probably wanted to come over and try to talk her out of her uniform.

But his message didn’t compliment her, or ask to come over and make out. It simply said three words. Three terrifying words. “You’re still streaming.”

She felt her heart quicken, and her breathing became short and shallow. Jim had to be messing with her. She’d kill him for that. But as her eyes went to her computer screen, she saw that World of Consciousness was minimized at the bottom of the screen. That couldn’t be right. She had logged off and then closed out of the browser. She knew she had. She told herself that a few more times as her finger touched the screen. As she dragged her finger upwards, the streaming website reappeared.

Her eyes darted across the screen, and she saw the horrible truth. She was definitely still logged in. And her followers had just been there when she… She shoved that thought out of her mind and looked at her numbers. She had indeed set a new record for herself, and more were logging on by the second. There was also a line of new comments making very explicit requests of her, the kind that get you suspended from streaming. As her finger dove for the log off button, she hoped the moderators hadn’t witnessed any of it. If they had, she hoped they could tell that it had been an accident.

As she hit the button, her eyes stayed on the numbers that continued to go up and up. She didn’t understand that. The number of ride alongs should have stopped increasing when she logged off. She had pressed the button, just like she swore she did last time. But they kept going. She looked at her finger, still hovering over the button, and tried to press it again. But then, for perhaps the first time, she saw that her finger never actually touched the screen.

And then her mind became alight with new fear, as she watched her finger, completely unbidden by her, initiate the screen’s mirror mode. She hadn’t meant to, or wanted to, do that. What she wanted was to stop streaming. More than anything, she wanted to stop, and to call her boyfriend, and maybe her parents. She wanted out, and away from the people that she knew could see and feel everything she was doing.

Instead of escaping from streaming, her body took a step back, and her face grinned menacingly in the mirrored surface. Her hand even gave herself a little wave. But his wasn’t her. She wasn’t doing any of it. Someone was making her do this. But how?

“I hope all of you enjoyed my bathroom break,” her voice said cheerily. “I know I don’t normally do stuff like that, but I’m feeling extra pervie today. So what should I do next?” She took a moment to look at some comments. “Wow, a lot of you are giving great suggestions. There’s some pretty kinky ideas in here too. It looks like a lot of you have been just waiting for me to slut it up! Well today’s your lucky day.”

Emily watched as her hand drifted up uniform on the side, and she felt only bare skin there. She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! Her hand let the skirt fall back down, but then she performed a quick circle that caused it to billow up around her. She had felt air all around her crotch and ass, and so had everyone else. Then she felt her hand cover her breasts and begin to alternately grope each one. Emily was sickened as she realized thousands of people were essentially feeling her up right now.

“I am a huge slut, you know,” Emily’s voice continued. “Don’t believe me? Well keep riding with me today, and I’ll show you how much. Feel free to invite more people too. Everyone at my school, everyone in this podunk town, hell, invite everyone in the country. I want them to see me, to feel how turned on I’m about to be with all of you inside me.”

Emily watched the corner of the screen that showed the numbers. They were spiking. Probably around the time she peed, a flood of invites had already gone out.

“But let’s not jump into the deep end right away,” her voice purred. “Let’s start with something small. Anyone got something they’d like to feel me do to this body?”

A comment popped up, and Emily knew that whoever was controlling her saw it, because her voice giggled, and then said, “Ice cube challenge. That’d be perfect.” Her fingers went back to her computer screen, and shared her display with every monitor in the house. Then she winked at herself and said, “Let’s go then.”

Her body whirled around and left her bedroom. Emily realized whoever this was knew the layout of her house, because she walked right to the kitchen. She strode with purpose towards the refrigerator, and opened the freezer. She pulled out the ice maker, and extracted a single cube. Emily had never done this challenge, as a streamer, or a ride along. But she knew what was supposed to happen. She was extremely relieved when her fingers put the ice cube onto the counter. It had been a bluff. Whoever it was only wanted to torture her with erotic possibilities, that was all.

Then Emily heard herself say, “We should do this right.” She opened a drawer and picked up the remote for the large kitchen monitor. She turned on the screen, and Emily’s reflection smiled back again.

Emily saw her arms cross and her fingers clutch her cheer top. She tried to fight it, tried to resist, but it was as if she was a ride along in her own body. The top came off over her head, revealing her boyfriend’s favorite leopard print bra. Whoever was controlling her took a second to make sure her hair was still perfect, and then she looked intently at the rolling comments in the corner of the screen.

“What’s that? I should lose the bra too? Well, yes, I guess that would help in this challenge. But the ice cube challenge is about feeling the goods, not seeing them. So excuse me while I turn around.”

Being as people had been there when she wiped her pussy, she wasn’t sure how much modesty she had left, but she was still glad that she wasn’t just getting naked for everyone to see. She felt her body turn from the monitor, then felt hands reach behind, and expertly unfasten her bra. It had to be a girl that had taken over her body. A guy would have struggled with it. And it had to be a girl that had been in her house several times, especially to know exactly where the kitchen remote was.

As her breasts became exposed, Emily felt her nipples stiffen a little at the change in temperature. She knew that everyone watching her stream could feel it as well. She feared they would soon feel much, much more.

Thankfully, her eyes drifted upwards so as not to see the large breasts that her boyfriend loved to try and touch all the time. She felt her fingers pick up the ice cube. They brought it up into her field of vision, and she looked at it for several seconds. Then she felt her tongue stick out, and she licked it. Emily sensed the cold in her mouth. She heard her tongue be much louder than normal, as whoever was controlling her made sure to click the sides of her mouth and repeatedly wet her lips. Finally, she heard herself say, “Ooh, that’s going to feel nice on my hot body.”

And then Emily couldn’t see the ice cube anymore, because she had closed her eyes. But she knew where it was going. She felt the cold, wet surface land on top of her collar bone, and begin to slide down. She did not expect the spike of arousal her body felt. It was betraying her. Whoever was in control was actually getting off on this. The ice cube reached the top of her right boob, and a tiny trickle of water raced ahead, sending a delicious chill down her spine.

Right before the cube got to the center of her voluptuous breast, it changed course, and began to make a circle around the edge of her areola. “Can everyone feel this? I can see why this challenge is so popular. I can’t believe I haven’t done it until now.”

The ice cube abruptly left her right boob, and the same journey was made on her left. The heat from her body was making it melt rapidly. It dropped from her grasp on the third trip around her left areola.

“Oh poo,” she whined, but then giggled. “Good thing there’s plenty more.”

Her eyes opened so she could see the refrigerator door handle. Her gaze was a little too low though for Emily’s liking. She couldn’t see her boobs, but could see the tips of two very erect nipples in her peripheral vision, which meant everyone else could too.

She felt her hands pluck out two ice cubes, and instead of waiting, both were shoved right onto both of her tits. Much to Emily’s dismay, this caused a spike of pleasure that rippled through her.

And then her body slowly turned and faced the monitor. Her hands barely contained her boobs, and her palms pressed the ice hard into her tits, making them feel both pleasure and pain.

“Oh, I see you’ve been busy inviting people,” her voice said in what Emily could have only described as that of a porn star. “Wow, over a million of you now. That didn’t take too long.”

Emily felt her fingers drum along the top of her boobs.

“I know what I said earlier, you know, about this challenge being about, like, feeling and not seeing. But you’ve all been an amazing audience so far, so I think it’s only fair if I let you get a peak, or maybe an eyeful.”

Slowly, painfully slowly, her hands came down, and two very stiff and pointy pink nipples came into view. Her fingers gave one of them a painful pinch. “Man, I really have a smoking body, don’t I? I bet I use it to lord over everyone and get people to do my bidding. Because that’s the kind of stuck up horny bitch I am.”

At these words, Emily knew it had to be Avery. She had called her a stuck up bitch yesterday. She had motive. She knew the layout of her house. It all made sense. Emily couldn’t believe Avery could stoop this low. She wanted to beg her to stop. But she couldn’t say anything.

As if the girl could read her thoughts, Emily’s voice said, “I know what you’re probably thinking. Someone should stop me, should keep me from ruining my stellar reputation as a perfect, homecoming queen type. But no one’s going to, because no one wants to. Look, even your… I mean, my boyfriend is still logged in. He’s seeing and feeling everything right now, aren’t you baby? I bet you’re so hard for me. I bet you want my hand to go down here, don’t you?” she asked as she bit her lip and dropped a hand below her skirt to the place she knew was plenty wet and ready. As a cold finger made its way into her pussy, she panted, “Can all of you feel that? This girl wants it. It’s a pity there’s no one to-”

In one of those cataclysmic moments of timing, Emily heard the front door open. In her current lack of clothing, her instinct told her to drop down to the floor and hide behind the counter. She wanted to race back to her room. She wanted to put her fucking bra on! But her body didn’t care about her instinct, and did none of those things. Instead, her hand calmly picked up the remote, and turned the kitchen monitor off.

“Who’s there?” her voice asked innocently.

“It’s me,” a male voice answered.

Emily wanted to die. It was Mike, her loser step brother. He was home from work. He had dropped out of college a year ago and he had come back to live with them. He had taken a job at a factory, one where he had to do a lot of lifting, and had developed a lot of muscle. This was something Avery had commented on more than once when she had been over. He had flirted back a little, but as far as Emily knew, nothing more had ever happened. These were things she knew, but didn’t care about right then. All she cared about was finding a place to hide forever, or at the very least cover up her body. She hoped Avery was done. She had had her fun, but now it should be over.

Emily’s body, however, still did not move. “Come to the kitchen, Mike,” her voice invited sweetly.

No one could hear her, but as a ride along in her own body, Emily was screaming in protest as Mike walked into the kitchen.

“What’s up, Em-” was as far as he got. His mouth fell open and his eyes weren’t the only thing that bulged as he took in the sight of her.

With her hands still covering her ample breasts, she looked at him with a predatory smile and said, “Hey Mike.”

After Mike’s brain rebooted, he realized he was full on leering at his step sister. He turned around and faced the wall and stammered, “Why are you walking around naked?”

“I was doing a stream, big brother,” she replied innocently. “The ice cube challenge. Have you heard of it?”

Mike had. He’d never experienced it. That wasn’t really his thing. But he knew what it entailed. “Are you kidding me right now? Mom and dad would kill you if they knew you were streaming that! And aren’t you supposed to keep your shirt on when you do that?”

As he was talking, he hadn’t heard her approach. Before he knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of his sweaty work shirt and lifted it up, exposing his muscular back. As soon as his skin was exposed, she said, “But then you couldn’t feel these.”

Mike felt two hard tips mingle with his sweaty back, and then two mounds of softness followed them. His breath caught as he understood that her boobs were mashed against his skin. He went to step forward, but her arms clung to him. He felt her nose press against his upper back, and heard her sniff him.

He smelled like a man who had been doing hard labor all day. “You need a shower bro,” she teased. “You stink.”

“I…yeah, I was going to, uh, you should let me go.”

She held him. He didn’t try to break away. Avery knew that Mike must be loving the feel of Emily’s body against his, step sister or no. That meant she had him. “Are you just going to wash your body?”

Mike gulped. “That’s, yeah, that was the plan.”

A hand went down and wrapped around his hard dick. She began to stroke it through his jeans. “Are you sure that’s all you’re going to do?”

Mike ignored the thrill that ran through his body, and spun around. He put his hands on Emily’s shoulders, and pushed her a step back. His eyes briefly took in her exposed boobs before finding her face. He needed to focus on her eyes.

“What’s gotten into you?” he snapped.

Her seductive smile did not falter as she placed one of her hands over his, and slowly, deliberately, dragged it down to her boobs. “I think the better question is, who would like to get into me?” And then she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.

Her lips meant resistance at first. But as her tongue darted out and wet Mike’s lips, they parted as well, and her tongue was given full access. Emily’s eyes closed, but a growing audience didn’t mind. They felt a body that was on fire with lust. A heart that beat faster. Hot, wet mouths colliding. The feeling of a strong arm that began to caress and squeeze wherever it could reach.

Even as Mike’s hands groped Emily’s body, he tried to voice reason between kisses. “We can’t do this.”

Emily’s hands unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As she pulled down the top of his underwear, a throbbing cock sprang out. “Wow! I think we can. See. You’re all ready.” She slipped a hand under her skirt, and then brought it out and showed him two wet fingers. “I’m all ready too.” She put them in her mouth and sucked on her juices.

He gaped at her, but still threw out another line of defense. “Our parents will be home soon.”

She put her freshly lubricated hand on his dick and stroked it. “Well then you’d better hurry it up.”

He stared unbelievingly, and then asked one last, lingering question. “I thought you hated me?”

“I’ll go back to hating you later,” she smiled. She spun around and leaned against the kitchen counter. Then she flipped up her skirt, aiming a soaking wet pussy right at him. “Now are you going to fuck me or what?”

Every bit of rationale telling Mike this was a bad idea was shoved into a mental box and buried forever. He lowered his jeans and underwear enough to step out of them, then grabbed Emily’s hips. He steadied her, then guided his cock into her tight opening. She gasped, and wasn’t the only one, as over ten million experienced the penetration.

Avery felt Mike go in as far as he was able from his position. It wasn’t enough. She swung one of Emily’s legs all the way up onto the counter, an easy feat of dexterity for her. She was spread even wider for him now. Emily’s voice gave an appreciative moan as Mike entered her again, even deeper than before.

Mike started off gentle at first, but as his need for her grew, he squeezed her harder, pounded her faster. The fatigue he came home with after a long day’s work vanished, and his muscles found a new reservoir of energy. His step sister wanted to tease him and act like a slut, he’d give her what she had coming.

A thought occurred to him a few minutes in as his balls began to tighten. Was she still streaming? There was no way. She wouldn’t do anything so brazenly stupid. Something like that would wreck her life. But what if she were? What if people were riding along inside as he plowed his step sister? That thought frightened him, but also added to the pleasure. It drove him even deeper, harder, faster.

“That’s right, give it to me!” Emily’s voice demanded. “Fuck me bro! Give it to your horny sister! I’m such a slut! I always have been! I pretend to be perfect, but this is all I think about! Getting railed by you and anyone else with a massive dick like yours.”

Mike interrupted her with a warning. “I’ve got to pull out or I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare! Leave it in! I want to feel you drip out of me!”

“Oh. Oh!” was Mike’s only rebuttal.

Emily felt it. The quickened throb of Mike’s cock as his seed painted her insides. The sudden warmth that filled her womb. The intense, primal pleasure it gave every part of her body. She hated it, and hated how much her body loved it.

She brought her leg down, and a trickle of spunk ran down her inner thigh. She grinned at him, then hopped up on the counter. Her bare ass felt the cold of the marble surface. Avery knew she had stayed longer than she should. She needed to get out. But she had been near the mountain top, and thought she could reach the summit with minimal effort.

“You’re not done, bro.”

Mike was panting now. His strength was fading. He wanted to sit down. “Look. I’m sorry. That should have never happened.”

“Oh we’re way past sorry,” she challenged. “Now get me off or I tell mom and dad.”

Mike heard her say this, and it sounded wrong in his ears. She never called his father “dad.” She always called him Kurt. Always had since he had married Emily’s mom. It was a fleeting thought that he would dwell on later, but right then, her threat got the majority of his attention.

“Really?” he asked skeptically. “You’d tell our parents what we just did?”

“Only if you don’t finish what you started,” she said as she spread her legs.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering what had gotten into her today. Then he said, “Fuck it I guess.”

He began to kiss her again, and fondled her with one hand, while his other made its way to her pussy. His fingers slipped inside at first, and after pumping them in and out of her several times, he withdrew them and found her clit. He rubbed her gently for a minute, and then applied more force. She began to tremble in his hands.

“Oh yeah! Right there!” she said appreciatively as her butt squirmed on the counter. “Oh this body feels so good.”

Mike thought that was an odd thing to say, but made no comment. He was focused on the task at hand. As her breathing sped up, and her moans grew louder, he leaned closer and put his mouth on one of her tits. Then he gently bit down with his teeth. That sent her over the edge, and she cried out, shook and spasmed, then finally collapsed into his arms.

He held her for a few seconds, then said firmly, “Okay, uh, I’ll clean the counter and you put some clothes on.”

She leaned forward and pointed towards his crotch. “But look who got all excited again.”

Mike looked. Sure enough. Fingerbanging his step sister had got him all worked up. “I, I’ll be fine. We need to-”

“Take me to the couch,” she ordered sweetly.

“I’m not going to-”

“I’ll tell our parents,” she sang as she let the skirt drop to the floor. Fully naked, she hopped down and led him by the dick into the living room, where she laid down onto the couch. “C’mon. Right here.”

Over fifteen million people watched as Mike looked her up and down. They could feel the conflict roiling inside of him. The good sense to pack it up and walk away. The trapped feeling of what might happen if he didn’t do what she said. And the desire to be back inside her hot body again. Since it seemed the pros outweighed the cons, he positioned himself on top of her, and easily slid back inside.

Her pussy welcomed his cock like an old friend. Mike took it slower this time, partially because he was tired, but also because his dick was in no hurry. They kissed and fondled each other as they pleased. He found that she loved to grab his ass with both hands and try to pull him in as far as he could go. Several minutes later, she came before he did. As she cried out in bliss, he followed suit. Then he collapsed on top of her, and they both lay there panting for breath.

Then for the second time that day, Emily knew the worst kind of terror as the front door opened again.

Mike heard it and tried to bolt. But Emily’s arms grasped him and refused to let go. “What the hell!” he hissed. “If they see us, we’re dead! Let me get clothes on and you run to your room!”

But it was as if he were talking to a brick wall. She just smiled at him, and held on to him like an anchor.

Emily’s mother saw them first. She shrieked, which brought her father quickly to her side. His face went red, and he looked like he was about to yell or throw something, but before he got the chance, Emily heard herself gush, “Hey Mom and Dad, I think you should know, Mike and I are in love! Isn’t that great?”

A few seconds later, Avery was laughing her ass off, and asking if Leah had seen it all go down. She had, but couldn’t answer because she was laughing too.

As she wiped away tears, Avery wondered aloud, “Oh man! You think Emily’s parents are going to let her live?”

“Well we can find out,” Leah shouted. “She’s still streaming.”

Emily suddenly found that she was back in control of her body. Just in time for her to get the reaming of a lifetime. She tried to defend herself, to yell that it wasn’t her. Someone had been making her do this.

Her step father had laughed mockingly at that, and sarcastically asked his son, “Was someone making you fuck your sister?”

“Step sister,” Emily corrected. And that had made both parents yell at the same time, and louder than before.

Eventually she was allowed to leave. She wrapped the blanket her mother had covered her with tighter around her body, and trudged back to her room. When she saw her monitor, she realized she was still streaming. Her numbers had peaked at just over twenty million ride alongs. They had rapidly declined around the time her parents started yelling, but she wondered if any who stayed would believe what she had said about not being in control.

She also saw that her account had been flagged. The second she stopped streaming, she would be banned for some arbitrary period of time. That was alright with her. She doubted she’d ever stream again.

Bob had exited when the parents started yelling, but he had needed time to clean up. He had ejaculated in his jeans, and there was a large wet spot on his crotch. He grabbed a dirty pair of jeans from the laundry room. Comparatively, they were not dirty in the slightest. He wore them sans underwear, and then smoothed his shirt down. Then he strode towards his daughter’s room.

Avery and Leah were still laughing and celebrating over destroying the life of their former friend. Bob knew what they had done. He wanted to ground her forever for doing something like that. But he wanted something else even more. He didn’t knock, but shoved the door open and stepped into Avery’s room.

“Avery, I just got a call from the school,” he lied. “Someone came forward about you giving a boy a handjob in the parking lot. You’re grounded.”

Avery’s face went red. Leah scrambled to her feet and looked at Bob for permission to leave. He stood aside so she could go, and she didn’t hesitate.

“Dad, I-”

“I don’t want to hear it! I’m very disappointed in you. Now give me your phone.”

Avery looked stricken at that command. “But-”

“Now!” Bob bellowed.

She picked it up off her bed and looked at the screen, then touched it with her thumb. “Real quick, let me just-”

But he snatched it from her before she could do anything, and stomped out of the room. He went into his bedroom and locked the door. He opened the phone screen and opened her files. There it was. There was the program that would give him control of another person’s senses. It was his. He could use it to take over any streamer. The possibilities washed over him.

He’d call in sick tomorrow. He’d make a day of it. The world and every streamer in it was his to command. Who would he use it on first?

The end

Our boyfriends love possessing me and my best friend. We don’t mind. We actually encourage it. We just wish we could remember what they did in our bodies, so we started having them record us. Usually, it’s just hours of them using our bodies for steamy lesbian sex. But this video opens with us at a park. There I am with a short skirt, and no panties. I watch wide eyed as my friend begins to grope my ass right there in public. I see something sparkle between my cheeks, and my friend begins to play with it. I laugh and say, “Looks like my boyfriend got me a shiny new present when he took us out.”

“Look, I’m not your wife. I’m her dead ex. I gave her this choker years ago and imbued it with a piece of my soul. She must have got sentimental, put it on, and bam, I’m in control. What’s that? Oh yeah, I know her tit is out, why do you think we’re getting such good service. No, I won’t take the choker off. I’m surprised you want me to after I showed you such a good time last night."