Possession Portal

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!

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.”

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.”

I took my daughter and her friends to the beach today. Three hooligans eyed us as we all approached. One called me a ‘milf,’ and I told them off. It didn’t stop them from ogling us a few more moments in our swimsuits, but then they left. I invited the girls for a swim, but they all said they were going to lay out to work on their tan. They were talking about local gossip and boys as I left them. I didn’t swim out too far, as I wanted to keep an eye on them in case those creeps from earlier returned. We were pretty isolated here, so I didn’t think too much of it when I saw one of the girls remove their top. Thankfully it wasn’t my daughter. She might be 18, but I’m still her mother and I have no problem telling her to cover up. I saw more movement from the girls. Only one of them seemed to be actually laying down. The other was removing her top now too! And now they’re pulling at the girl’s bikini in the middle! I begin heading back to shore as fast as I can. When I set foot on the beach I am startled to see that all three girls are naked. My daughter’s friends are lazily stroking my daughter’s legs and butt. “Ooh, the milf’s back,” one of them says. Instead of being embarrassed, the two friends put a palm on each of my daughter’s butt cheeks and spread them apart, then began to shake it. My daughter looks back at me and says with menace in her voice, “Hey, ‘Mom.’ Since you ran off those guys, they decided to possess these cute bodies of ours. Maybe we’ll let them go if you eat out my cute little ass.” I’m horrified by the idea, but if what they say is true, I don’t know if I have any other choice.

One month ago while I’d been on a date with my gorgeous wife Anna, she’d been hopped by a novice bodyhopper. When I say novice, I mean this was literally the thug’s first time. I yelled for him to get out, and after a minute of feeling her up, he finally agreed to, but found out he didn’t know how. With no other choice, I’d taken him home, and I’ve been sleeping in the guest bedroom ever since, hoping that one day he’ll be gone. But he seems in no hurry to leave my wife’s body, especially after he went on a little jaunt to our local business district. He’d dressed Anna in a shirt that revealed a tone of cleavage, and men bent over backwards to give him free samples or comp some service. Unfortunately for my wife, the bodyhopper learned that the more of her skin he was willing to show, the more he got. He’d bring home bags of food, appliances, electronics, and I’d ask how he paid, and he’d wink and shake Anna’s boobs in my direction. So imagine my dismay when I come home today and Anna’s not there, and I’m freaking out, but then hear a car door slam. I look out our window, and rush to the door to let her in before people can see how very little she has on. “Hey,” the thug says, flashing a wad of bills. “Some nice guys gave me this for making a nice little movie for them. I didn’t even have to do anything gay or nothing, they just wanted to look at me while I wore this ridiculous outfit for them. They’re probably gonna put it online, but for what they paid me, who cares.” I wanted to scream at him that I very much did care, but before I could he continued. “Hey, did you see the free tattoo I got your wife? Now if I ever figure out how to leave, you’ll have something to remember be by.”

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 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.

After Tyson’s initial exploration of my wife’s body, he began to mimic her flawlessly. He flirted with me just as she might have done, finally excusing himself to go change into what Steph has laid out for him to wear. Apparently this was lingerie that Steph had purchased special for this occasion. I couldn’t wait. “Come here, honey,” Tyson called from the bedroom. I marveled at how much he sounded like Steph. Not just her voice, but her inflection. A perfect imitation. I really could believe this was Steph. But I knew it was also my best friend. And I had permission to fuck them both. I stepped into the room, and saw my wife wrapped in a coat. Steph smirked playfully, then pulled it open. “We should have done this a long time ago,” Tyson said. He’s right. This is a long time coming. It’s also the start of something new. In the weeks ahead, Steph will have Tyson hop her body regularly, staying inside her more and more until it feels like I’m married to both of them. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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.

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.

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 wife was becoming insatiable, and we were playing Guess Whose Pussy every other day now, but she still found ways to keep it creative. Right when I got home from the office today, she sent me a text with instructions to put the blindfold on, but to stay dressed in my suit, and sit on a chair in the living room. Right before I put on the blindfold I got one more text that said, Today you can use your hands, but today’s points will be doubled. What the hell did that last part mean? Was this going to be the most difficult round yet? I was already hard in anticipation of who was going to be coming through that door soon. I think she likes making me wait a little for that very reason, letting my imagination run wild. I heard the front door open, and the rustle of shoes being removed, then bare feet quietly padding across the floor towards me. And then Jen surprised me by kissing me on the mouth. That was very helpful. Usually I had to guess from the feel of the pussy alone, but now I had the hint from those lips. They were very familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve kissed them before. But then I heard…another pair of feet coming towards me. “Jen?” I asked nervously. “Is there someone else in the house with us?” And then I felt two sets of hands running over my crotch, which stiffened vigorously. She didn’t say anything, but I think I understood what she meant by doubled points.

Jen has a friend that is also a bodyhopper. I’ve met him a time or two. Jen mentioned she’d be down to invite him for a threeway, but I’d said I wasn’t interested in sleeping with another guy. She’d laughed and said he wouldn’t be a ‘guy’ if that ever happened. I’m pretty sure it’s happening right now. I hear them brushing up against each other, and then the sound of lips smacking as they begin kissing. I reach out and find two sets of boobs. I yank them down and begin squeezing, causing one of them to giggle. The other shushes her, and then my clothes are getting unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled off of me. I’m led to our big couch where one after another, they slide their pussies onto my dick. There’s so much familiarity between both of these women, and I know I’ve had both of their pussies before. More than once. I’m pretty sure they were the two girlfriends I’d dated before I married Jen. I slapped the ass of the pussy that was riding me and gave my guess. “Monica. And the other…Tara.” I was met with a squeal of giggles from both ladies. “That’s right, baby!” my wife said, identifying herself as the one in Tara’s body. I could hear her fingering Tara’s pussy right next to my face as ‘Monica’ continued to ride me. “I told Jeremy about our game, and he thought it sounded fun, so I invited him to hop Monica. Are you glad he did so you could have this sexy reunion with your exes?” “Uh, um…” I stammered, honestly unsure how I felt about fucking a guy in a girl’s body. But he interrupted me by saying, “You got a real nice cock buddy.” I heard Jen slap Monica’s ass and say, “He sure does. And since my hubby finally guessed right, he gets to put that nice cock in whichever holes of ours he wants till morning.” I love this game.

My husband Will bought me this ridiculous costume for me to wear for his birthday. It’s supposed to be this comic book character I guess. Apparently ladies in that world wear super tight latex that accentuates their boobs. I bring this up to my sister, Sarah, who is also a giant nerd. She tells me all about this catwoman person, and gives me all these tips and things to say that would get me into character. “But I don’t WANT to get into character,” I whine. “I don’t want to do ANY of this! Why can’t he just buy me normal lingerie that shows off my boobs and ass and then fuck me like a normal person?” Sarah looks at me for a few moments, and I can tell I’ve upset her. She licks her lips and quietly says, “I…I’d be willing to…sub in for you. Just this once. Cause it’s Will’s birthday and all.” I raise an eyebrow at what she’s suggesting. My sister is a hopper, who never hops anyone. I think I’m the only person she ever has, and that’s cause I’d beg her to in order to pass tests or do something else I didn’t want to do. Because she looks up to me, she’s always said yes. This is the first time she’s offered. I’ve always suspected she had a crush on my husband, and now here’s her chance to fuck him while also looking like a supportive sister. What she doesn’t know is I don’t care, as long as I don’t have to remember wearing that silly outfit. “I don’t know,” I say with a smile. “He said he wanted me to act extra slutty in it.” I see my sister’s cheeks go red, but then she nods and says, “That’s…that’s fine. I can be…slutty for him.” I laugh and tell her to go for it, and she hops me. I wake up sore the next morning feeling like we had sex all night, and my husband is happier than I’ve ever seen him. “Babe, you were so amazing last night. Thanks for suggesting we record it. I hope I played it up for the camera like you wanted. I know you sure did. Let’s watch it and have sex again.” I checked my phone. Sure enough, there was video of me dressed as this catwoman. And it looks like I’d sent a copy to Sarah. Well played, sis.

I took Chip’s words not as an exclamation of erotic pleasure, but as an invitation to do more. He began to panic as I lifted my sister’s legs and positioned my dick outside her dripping hole. “Hey, no! Get that thing away from me!” he complained in her high pitched whiny voice. The kind she used when I showed her something disgusting on my phone. “I don’t think so,” I said, and proceeded to shove my member all the way up her wet cunt. It went in so easily, but gripped me tightly, welcoming me, coaxing me deeper. “Aah, it’s so big!” Chip cried, his voice morphing from surprise to pleasure. “Shit, you’re not really her ‘little’ brother, are you.” I could tell he was trying to make up his mind whether to stop me or not. The more I thrust, the more he seemed to want it as much as I did. “I guess, ah, you can keep going since you’re already in there. I’ll even help you finish. Watch as I suck her titties.” He hesitated, then continued, trying to take on her persona. “Mm, give it to me BIG Bro.” The effect worked. As she lifted her boob to her mouth, I forgot Chip was in there at all, and I proceeded to fuck my sister hard.

I’d been letting Chip dictate the terms up to this point, but that stopped now as I stood and pushed my sister’s body onto my bed. “Hey, hey whoa!” he huffed. “Sucking her boobs is one thing, but I’m not gonna let you fuck me!” I thought he was going to kick me as I spread my sister’s legs, but as I lowered my face to her glistening slit, Chip understood. “Oh! You want to eat her out. Why didn’t you just say so dude.” He shuddered as I put my tongue firmly on my sister’s clit, but I raised my head a second later to say, “Keep calling me Bro.” Chip gave a whimper at the sudden loss of my tongue. “Uh, sure thing. Just k-keep licking my pussy, Bro.” I went back to her bushy mound and buried my face into it. Chip gave an ecstatic moan. “Shit! This feels better than getting a blowjob! Maybe if I’d done this more to your sister she wouldn’t have dumped me. Aah! Yeah, just like that ‘Bro.’ Yes! Yes! Oh fuck ME! No, wait! I didn’t mean it like that!”

@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.

My mom had been gone a long time. The second she’d seen my black eye, she’d gone to confront the guy who did it. Stan. He’s bullied me in the past, but I thought it was over now that we were seniors in high school. Turns out I was wrong. He’d mocked me in front of our peers, I’d stood up for myself, and got a black eye for my troubles. And now Mom was going to tell him off. I heard the door open. Mom was finally back! She walked right by me like I wasn’t there, so I grabbed her arm and asked, “What’d you tell Stan?” Mom didn’t answer. She just gave me the nastiest smile I’ve ever seen, then shrugged me off, went to her bedroom, and slammed the door. I didn’t see her the rest of the evening, but…I heard her. I didn’t dare check on her when she was making noises like that. The next morning, she didn’t make me breakfast like she always did. I tried asking her for a ride to school through her locked bedroom door, but she just yelled for me to get lost. At least I didn’t have to deal with Stan at school that day. He wasn’t there. I planned on telling Mom about that when I got home, but the notion left me when I walked into my living room. Mom was naked on our couch, and she was playing with her boobs. She looked at me and grinned. “Look at my new tattoos, dork.” That’s what Stan always calls me. Mom spread her legs, and my eyes darted to the smooth slit between her legs. “Hey!” she snapped. “I didn’t say look at my wet pussy. You’re a pervert, dude. I’m your Mom. Heh heh.”

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.”

“You possessed my sister!” I exclaimed rather loudly. Lori put a finger to her lips, then dragged me to my room. “I thought you’d figured it out!” she hissed. “I’m Chip! I kinda panicked when your sister dumped me tonight. I knew she was thinking about it, so I had a spell I’d gotten from my grandma’s old book that would-” “A spell!” I interjected loudly. “What are you talking about?” She put a finger on my lips and said, “Keep it down. I was about to tell you. I thought it was a spell that would keep a couple together no matter what. Uh, I guess it kinda did that, just not in the way I was hoping.” It was a crazy thing to believe, but then the story lined up with Lori’s odd behavior. “So…can you undo the spell?” I asked. Chip/Lori nodded slowly, but then said, “But, look, I love her dude. Let me stay in her for a little bit. Just a day or two. Please?! I got access to her mind, so I can act just like her while I’m here. I can be the perfect sister.” For the second time that night, Chip caught me staring at my sister’s body, and added with a smirk, “Or…maybe you want something else?” I undid my pants as he kept talking. “I could give you another look at her body. And this time you wouldn’t have to worry about looking getting caught. You could look as much as you wanted.” He suddenly realized what I was doing as I lowered my jeans. “OH! You’re getting naked! That’s…fine. I guess I got my answer then.” He stood, and after a moment’s hesitation, dropped the towel, giving me the opportunity to ogle my sister to my heart’s content.