Possession Portal

Dad was sad for a couple of days after I hopped Mom for good. But then I showed him how completely I could become her. I walk how she walks. Laugh how she laughs. Cook how she cooks. I bring up old memories and tease him with inside jokes. Even her friends can’t tell the difference. We told them that I’d gotten a job overseas and was doing well. No one asked any questions. Yes, the only thing I do different than my Mom these days, is fuck. And since I’ve upgraded from son to lover, I’ve been doing a LOT of fucking. It starts early too. Every morning I make sure Dad wakes up with Mom’s butt in his face. I’ve really got to stop saying that. It’s MY butt now. He never gets tired of MY butt, and it always gets him so hard. “Yes, Daddy,” I moans as he shoves his tongue deep inside me. “Lick my juicy ass.” My ‘husband’ still prefers I call him Daddy. It’s about the only reminder that I used to be his son. I suck his dick lovingly as I drench his face with my arousal. I’m so grateful that I made that initial deal with my Dad.

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

Jen and I were playing Guess Whose Pussy every day now, and we were running out of people we both knew. Today I’m in the living room chair, blindfold on, when I felt her press this newest body against me. It was like there was suddenly an electric charge in the air. As Jen sank onto my lap, it was like there was an electric charge in the air. We must have both felt it, because I could feel Jen shaking in anticipation as the tip of my cock pushed into her. It was the wettest pussy I’d been in since the game began, and one I don’t think I’d ever been in before. Jen began to bounce with the intensity that told me she was going to cum quickly. I put my hands on her waist. It was slender. I caressed a nice ass and gave it a squeeze. Not too big, not too small. Long hair tickled my forehead. She shoved two perky tits in my face. I put a nipple in my mouth, and heard the faintest of gasps. I knew who this was, but I couldn’t say it out loud because I knew this person was family. CLOSE family. I could just pretend it was my wife. But Jen wasn’t going to let me do that, because she was getting off of the fact that I know now. While she bounced her way to a powerful climax, she said, “Go ahead big brother, cum inside your sister’s wet pussy. Pretty please.” Dammit. My wife knows I can’t say no to my little sister.

When I came to give my secretary the notes for the next morning’s presentation, she opened her hotel door wearing nothing but a smile. I’ll admit, I think she’s gorgeous, but I’m happily married, and intend to stay that way. I sucked in a breath and said, “Jane, I told my wife nothing sordid would happen between us on this work trip, so whatever this is…” I trailed off as she turned and wiggled her ass. I was about to go when she said, “Really? Not even if you have your wife’s permission? Guess I astral projected into her for nothing then.” Best wife ever.

We’re professional thieves that have never been caught. I vet the houses, see the comings and goings, and find ones that’ll only have one person in them for a few hours during the day. We’ll bring our big truck that looks like any old moving van, and my brother Jake and I will have on our generic movers outfits, and then we’ll send Benny up to the door. He’ll do a little song and dance about how he’s here to deliver furniture, and the person will be all confused, and Benny will talk his way into the front of the house where no one else can see. Then he hops the person and he lets us inside. We loot the place with no muss, no fuss, and no witnesses. Problem is, when I pick a house that’s got a pretty lady as the occupant, well, Benny can be a real distraction from us making a quick getaway. “Hey there, ‘big boys.’ My, my, don’t you both look handsome. I know you need to move all my expensive things into your big truck, but first, why don’t we all have some fun.” My brother and I want to argue with him. But when he hikes up the gorgeous woman’s skirt and takes her tits out, it’s hard to stay on task. It’s also my fault for mainly picking houses that have attractive broads inside ‘em.

My goldigging trophy wife Brianna left me. She and my spoiled stepdaughter, Britney, walked out of my extravagant house yesterday with as much stuff as they could carry. I know she’ll be back for a lot more though, because I’d been too captivated by her wiles to have her sign a prenup. Thankfully, I know a specialized service that can help with this sort of unfortunate circumstance. It’s a prostitution ring that employs bodyhopping women. For a price, they’ll hop your wife or girlfriend and then do all the kinky shit that they would never do. I put in a request for two of their best. The next night, while I was lounging peacefully on my couch, my soon to be ex wife walked back in to my house. She seemed like she was on a mission. She came right up to me, took off her pants, and sat on my face. “You eat pussy so good John. Please make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours. While you do, my daughter will suck you off. Come join us Britney.” Per my earlier instructions, Britney came in, her blonde hair in pigtails. She took off my pants, then removed her shirt, showing off those boobs that so look like her mom’s. She giggled and said, “I love it when Mommy lets me suck your cock, Daddy.” I paid extra for the hopper her to say that, right before my stepdaughter’s mouth began to eagerly lick and suck me like a true professional was behind the wheel. How does this taboo mother daughter sex romp help me keep my fortune? Simple. I recorded it. All of it. And this is just the first few minutes. You wouldn’t believe what I had mom and daughter do next. I can’t wait to show them.

When possession charms hit the market, my wife Becky got one and made me use it to possess her body. A lot. She loves it when I take control of her. Well, to a point. She remains fully aware and can talk to me from inside her mind, so eventually she’ll start backseat driving. She usually tells me to take a bath or drink some wine and then I end up masturbating the way I’m instructed. But one weekend my friend Richard popped over while I was possessing her. His eyes went up and down her body, and I felt a sexual thrill that I’d never known before. I wanted to feel what it was like to get fucked with a dick. Richard’s dick. My wife could feel me getting turned on, but couldn’t read my thoughts. She told me to get rid of him so we could start masturbating. I did, but a few days later, I told Richard that it had been me piloting her body. I confessed to liking it when he’d checked her out, and said next time, he should come over and fuck us. Richard loved the idea. The problem was, Becky hated Richard, so we made a plan. The next time she made me possess her, I texted Richard to come over. As soon as I was in Becky’s body, I got naked and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Instantly my wife tried to direct me. “Yes, yes, there I am. Honestly, Jack, sometimes I think you’d just stare at me during these sessions if I didn’t tell you what to do.” I just made her smile and wink at herself. I put a red silk robe around her. Then I went to my dresser drawer and took out the blindfold I’d purchased. I slipped it over her eyes, then climbed into our bed, and waited. “Well, this is new. I guess this could be hot. Wait, did I just hear someone at our front door. Jack! I think someone just walked into our house! You need to take this blindfold off and put something on!” But I remained perfectly still, listening for the sound of my friend coming up the stairs, and into our bedroom. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was staring at my wife’s naked body. I shifted her legs, feeling how wet I’d made her. “Jack! Why am I getting so turned on! Did you plan this?!” I heard clothing hit the floor next to the bed. Then I felt strong hands on my wife’s legs, gently spreading me open. He could see everything now. My breathing hitched in anticipation. “Jack…this is so hot,” my wife whimpered in my head. “I never thought you’d be down for something like this-AAAHHHH!” Richard’s hard 7 inches thrust into my wife’s dripping cunt. It felt better than I could have imagined. He made me cum so many times before shooting a load into my wife, and then he left. After we both came down from our orgasmic bliss, my wife said, “So which one of your friends did you get to do that?” I laughed and said, “It’s more fun if it’s a secret.” Then my wife surprised me by saying, “Well it felt like Richard. Only his cock can make me cum like that.”

I’m overweight and wanted to get in shape, so I started working with a group of guys at my local gym. They know how to push me, or at least did at first. I began stopping early, not finishing my reps. The guys would tease me good naturedly, letting me know that if I kept that up, there’d be a consequence. I didn’t believe them, but found out at the end of the week, they’d been serious. I stopped mid workout again, and went to the locker room to shower and call it a day. When I got out of the shower, I went to my locker to grab my clothes, but found they were gone. All that was inside was a pair of women’s panties, leggings, and a top. All stuff that would look ridiculous on my 280 pound frame. But it was all I had to cover myself. I figured I’d put on what I could and let the guys have a laugh. Message received guys. I’ll do better next week. As I pulled up the panties though, something strange happened. My legs lost their thickness, and the hair disappeared. I really freaked out when they got around my crotch. I think….my dick is gone! I wanted to panic right there, but I couldn’t go ask them about it like this, so I put on the leggings and the top. As I did, I felt a tingling sensation everywhere. I was…horny. Like, REALLY horny! And I wanted, no, NEEDED cock. Thankfully, a few seconds later, several men I knew real well came in. Maybe I could convince them to fuck my holes. “Hey guys, check out my ass.” I bent low and pulled down the leggings. I wiggled my butt invitingly in their direction, and then gave a cheek a squeeze. I moved the panties to the side and said, “You don’t have to be shy. You can take turns, or fuck me all at once.” One of them said, “Damn dude, I think you overdid the lust part of the spell on those clothes.” They weren’t fucking me yet! I turned around and showed them my pussy. “Please, I need cock! Put one in me!” One of them stepped up, and then two, and three, and finally all five of them were either touching or fucking me. What a great group of guys!

For the rest of the cruise, my husband treated me like a queen. He wined me, dined me, kept me entertained and laughing through the whole week. He also fucked me every day in my own body and never asked me to hop anyone the whole time, not even the busty cleaning lady that had even me doing a double take. Because of his restraint, and because I love the guy so much, I decided to hop that cleaning lady on our last day before we had to disembark. I was already inside her when he walked into our cabin. I had her completely naked and was stepping out of the shower. I acted embarrassed as I ran my hands over her slippery skin. “Sorry to surprise you like this, sir. I’ve noticed how handsome you are when I come to clean your room. I’m quite jealous of your wife. If you don’t think she’s coming back for awhile, maybe you’d let me fuck you. You could start by sliding your cock between my big tits, if you’re into that sort of thing. And then I’d let you put it in any hole you want.” I turned her butt in my hubby’s direction and ran a finger up and down the crack. “I recommend my ass. It’s nice and tight.” His smile lit up the room. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” he said sweetly as he began shedding his clothes. I smirked and said, “You took me on a cruise, dummy.”

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.

My girlfriend closes her eyes on my bed. I see her body give a small jerk, and I know she’s gone. A few seconds later my mother enters my room without knocking. She says nothing, just winks at me and grabs the outfit I’d recently bought with her in mind, then she leaves. Now I just have to wait. As the seconds tick by, I think about how lucky I am to have a girlfriend who doesn’t mind that I still live with my mom. Who doesn’t judge me for my kinks. And who can astral project. All she wants is to make me happy, which she very much does. “I’m ready!” my mom’s voice calls. I kiss my unconscious girlfriend’s forehead, then sprint from the room. I open the door to my mom’s bedroom, and there she is wearing something she’d never put on in a million years. “Alright babe,” she says. “Here’s your mom in slutty lingerie. Ya know, I’d happily wear stuff like this in MY body, but I do love how excited you get when I’m her. You get so eager, and so, so hard. And momma loves her big, hard, boy.”

I heard my mom’s voice over the sound of the movie I was watching. “Brett, you have a visitor!” I paused it and went to see who it was. I came to an abrupt halt as I saw the looming figure of Rocky, the guy who loves to torment me any chance he gets. This is the first time he’s come to my house though. He looked my mom in the face, and with an innocent smile, he said, “Would you mind examining this rock I found, Mrs. Horner.” She looked down at his closed fist. “Um, I suppose?” she said, confused by the random request. She held out an open palm, and Rocky dropped a small, smooth round stone into it. “Um, it’s…a nice rock,” she said, as if placating a child. His eyes flashed triumphantly as he snatched the stone back. “Thank you so much.” He brought it to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gave the side that had touched her skin a lick. Then he said, “Catch,” and tossed it to me. I reflexively caught it in my hand, and instantly felt the wetness of the side he’d just licked. And then I felt the pull towards my mom. She must have felt it too, because her eyes went wide as she looked at me in alarm. I tried to take a step away from her, but instead began sliding towards her. She began sliding towards me as well, and seconds later, our bodies crashed into one another, and we blacked out. When I came to, I found Rocky smiling down at me. “Nice to have you back, Mrs. Horner. If you’d be so kind as to strip naked and get on all fours.” I wanted to protest, to scream for him to get out, to at the very least argue that I was NOT Mrs. Horner. But as I stood to undress, I saw smaller feminine hands. I felt a curvy body, and long hair that cascaded down my back. I was someone trapped in my mom’s body! “I got this from my aunt,” Rocky explained as he began undressing as well. The guy had a massive tool. “I say a little spell, then get person A to hold it. Then have person B hold it. Person B becomes person A.” It sounded nuts, but it clearly worked as advertised. “Why’d you lick it?” I asked in my mom’s voice. “That’s the best part,” he laughed as I got down on all fours. “Adding my saliva to it before giving it to the second person gives me control of their mind. Here’s a demonstration. You want me to fuck you. The thought of me inside you turns you on so much.” I gasped as the thought of his massive cock poking into me sounded like the best thing in the world. “No, please d-don’t do this!” I begged. “Stop talking,” he ordered as he walked behind me. I immediately became silent. He dropped to his knees, and I felt his strong hands grip my butt. I raised it up for him, wanting him to be done groping me soon, and start penetrating this body.

My friend Wayne and I are aging bachelors who are getting less and less action these days. Wayne decided the answer was having a pool built in his backyard. After it was completed, he invited me over. I expected there to be girls in bikinis, but was disappointed to see it was once again just us old farts. As I lowered my portly self into his pool I couldn’t help but comment, “Guess the pool didn’t bring the babes like you thought it would.” Wayne laughed and said, “I got something for that.” He disappeared into his house, then came out with a little velvet pouch. He reached in and took out some glittery sand and threw it into the pool. The water all around me began to bubble. “Hey man, what the hell is that stuff?!” He didn’t answer, but just ran to the edge of the pool, did a cannonball, splashing water all over my top half. I felt a tingling all over my skin as the bubbles seemed to envelop me. Wayne suddenly bobbed to the surface. But it wasn’t Wayne. It was a beautiful redhead! “I see the powder did the trick,” the woman said, pointing at me. I looked down, and saw that my gray chest hair and pot belly were gone. I had soft, toned skin, and tits! “What’s happened to me!?” I yelled, but I didn’t recognize the high feminine voice that came out of my own mouth. “Relax,” the redhead said. “It’s just some transformation powder. It’ll wear off when we dry.” I understood now. This was Wayne. And we were both hot babes! He sauntered over to me with a sly grin. “Hopefully though, we’ll be able to stay wet for a long while.” Then he took me to the edge of the pool, and vigorously helped me explore my new slit.

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.

After Dad gave it some thought, he decided he didn’t want me permanently taking over Mom. He came up with a new deal though when we got back home. He promised Mom we’d go on more vacations, and he’d get her a new car, provided for one hour a day I get to be inside of her. I’m pretty sure he had her at new car. I was disappointed I didn’t get to be Mom full time, but this is still pretty great. For 23 hours a day I’m Dad’s son, but for one hour, his lover. With that dedicated hour, we’ve been trying new things. Turns out he’s a big fan of boob jobs. “C’mon Daddy. Cum all over these big titties. Or shoot it onto my pretty face.” I don’t mind either way, cause my hour’s almost up. Cleanup will be mom’s problem.

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.”

I brought my unconscious wife to the scientist’s lab as he requested. It had been such a pain. The drug he’d given me had taken a long time to take effect, and then I’d had to carry her to the car. She wasn’t super heavy, but she wasn’t light either. When I got there, he had me strap her to a chair, and lower a transparent helmet over her head. “Good, good,” the scientist said. “Now you sit in the chair across from her.” I did as he requested, but had to ask, “You sure this is gonna work? This is really gonna put my lusts and desires in her head so she’ll want to fuck me more?” The smile he gave me should have changed my mind, but I was too hopeful for a wife who would long to satisfy my kinks and raging libido. “I assure you, it will go off exactly as I’ve designed it too.” And with that, he flipped a switch, and my world spun. The first thing I saw was the scientist grinning at me with obvious lust. “Well Mr. Mason, as requested, your wife now has all your lusts and desires. Along with a little bit of extra programming that I installed while you were unconscious.” “Great!” I said, but the second I heard my voice, I realized something was wrong. As the scientist lifted the helmet, I saw myself sitting across from…ME, and smoke was coming out of the wires. “I’m afraid it was a one way ticket,” the scientist explained. “Now if you would be so kind as to stand and remove those clothes.” “Fuck you!” I shouted, but found myself standing and quickly stripping off my wife’s clothes. He laughed and clapped his hands jubilantly. “Precisely, my dear. You WILL fuck me, thanks to the addition of a behavior modification code I’ve permanently installed in your wife’s brain. You’ll do whatever I say, no matter what!" Over the next few days, the scientist conditioned me, remapping my thoughts and behaviours. He’s turned me into the free use version of my wife that I’d wanted all along. I’m compelled to wear next to nothing when I’m around him. I can’t even enjoy a cup of coffee without him making me want to bend over and spread my legs as he comes up behind me. I have to set it down and back my ass up until he fills me. It’s my purpose. And the programming makes me enjoy every second of it.

I can’t believe Mark and I masturbated in front of each other yesterday. When I began jizzing, his eyes got real big. He moaned and shook, and I knew he was cumming too. He didn’t stick around after. I think we were both embarrassed. I mean, we’ve been friends since kindergarten. And we’re guys! One of us just happens to be in the body of a hot babe. I assumed Mark would avoid me for the rest of his swap week, but today he’s at my door again, wearing a sheepish grin and a white dress. I looked away as he stepped inside. “Good to, um, see you again. You look nice, I mean, shit, just get in here.” He wasn’t wearing a bra. I can’t stare, or I’ll get turned on, and then it’ll be awkward again. I tried to think of sports statistics as I walked towards my couch and plopped down. Mark was suddenly right there, looking down at me. He can be so quiet in this body. There was a hungry smile on his face as he said, “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday. About how this body got you so hard.” A long moment passed before I realized I needed to try and clear the sexual tension that was building in the air. “I…yeah, I’m sorry about that man. But, look,” I said, spreading my legs and gesturing to my crotch. “I’m not hard.” A mischievous smile spread over Mark’s pretty face as his hands went up to grope his chest. “I bet I can change that pretty quick.” And then he pulled at the shoulder straps on his dress, and it fell away. “Oops, I’m naked,” he teased. “Go ahead. Show me you don’t have a boner NOW.” But it was obvious I did. The second I saw Mark’s beautiful curves, I’d tented my jeans. “Ooh fuck yeah,” he purred. “Well what are you waiting for? Take it out and touch yourself while I show you some moves I’ve been practicing in this body just for you. I can’t wait to see you cum again.” As Mark began to writhe in an unbelievably sexy way, he didn’t have to wait long.

My wife and I fucked hard the next several days, driven by the memory of her game. She waited a whole week until she sent me a text that just said, “Bed. Blindfold. Game on.” I left a trail of clothes on the floor as I raced to the bedroom. I got the blindfold out of my top drawer, put it on, and collapsed onto the bed. And waited. I didn’t have long to wait this time, as I heard her car pull up. Little did she know, I’d been studying, compiling a list of women I thought she’d choose, and trying to memorize their various attributes. I heard someone at the bedroom door. I strained to catch any sound, but I heard nothing until the gentle creak of the bed. It was obvious the person didn’t weigh very much, which helped strike several people from my mental list of candidates. She mounted me with an eagerness that she didn’t have the first time we played. Last time she’d gone tantalizingly slow with my former college professor’s body, but this time Jen seemed to need my cock inside her as fast as possible. I felt bare skin, slender legs, and a quiet moan. “You really want this, don’t you,” I teased. Her response was to rub the head of my dick against her pussy lips, coating it with her juices. This pussy was crazy wet. She lurched forward suddenly, pushing me inside her, and I coulda nutted right there. It was so tight. This felt like virgin pussy, which limited the choices to a handful of women I knew between 18 and 20 that she might have chosen, one of which I didn’t want to think about, because we were related. I was about to make my one guess when she moaned, even louder this time. “Babe, you’re supposed to be quiet!” I said. “I…I recognize her voice!” It was my niece. A very pretty girl that had just started college. She always smiled and chatted me up at family events, and always tried to sit next to me. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” my wife exclaimed. She sounded like she was in a sexual frenzy, and I distinctly heard the sound of her fingering my niece’s cunt as she rode my cock. “Her hormones are through the roof, and she’s got a huge crush on you.”

I’ve been hanging out with Nick a lot lately. He’s a tall, good looking guy that I’m sure would make a lot of girls swoon, but I’ve never felt that way about him, which is sad, cause I’m pretty sure he’s got a crush on me. I’ve always been adept at keeping people in the friend zone though, for as long as I can. But eventually, they make their feelings known, and for Nick, today is that day. Now I have to explain things to him. That it’s not him, it’s me, but…not in the way he probably thinks. I have to keep EVERYONE in the friend zone. Guys, girls, everyone because none of them interest me. He gently pressed for more info, trying to understand. He asked me if I’m asexual, and that’s when I confessed my kink. The only person that turns me on is…me. I am a narcissist that gets super horny just looking at my own body in a mirror. Instead of laughing or making fun, Nick looked hopeful, like I’d in some way made him think he had a chance. “Would you kiss yourself if you could?” he asked. That made ME laugh. “Of course,” I said wistfully. “But that’s never gonna happen.” Nick stood and said, “Never say never.” And then I watched as his body began to morph from a tall, muscular guy, to a slender female with long hair that looked… JUST. LIKE. ME. “I don’t usually tell people this,” he explained, “but I’m a shapeshifter.” My heart began to pound as he brought his face, MY FACE, closer. Within kissing distance. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward, closing the gap, and began kissing myself. We began to move together through my apartment, refusing to detach from each other’s soft lips. When we arrived in my bedroom, we shed our clothes, and began having the best and longest makeout session of my life. If Nick does this all the time, he’s forever removed from the friend zone.