Possession Portal

Staci had gone to see who was at the front door, and a second later I heard her scream, “John! Help!” Panic coursed through me as I rushed to her, and got there just in time to see her body crumpling inward as if it were a blowup doll losing air. She was being held by a large man with the coldest smile I’d ever seen. In his other hand, he held a weird gun. A second later, it fired at me, and I felt a sharp sting in my arm. I took out the dart, and looked at it curiously as if I couldn’t understand how it got there. “Don’t worry,” he chuckled. “That dart doesn’t make you a skin, it just knocks you out.” That was the last thing I heard before I slumped to the floor, unconscious. When I awoke I was tied to a chair in my own living room. My brain was foggy, but I was elated to see my wife was okay! I glanced around, but saw no sign of our attacker. “H-hey babe,” I groaned. “Can you untie me?” She made no move to do so, but kept doing sexy poses while slowly spinning in a circle. She’d gotten dressed to go out while I’d been unconscious. She had on heels, and the sexiest pair of skintight pants she owned. She never wore those. Said they made her butt look huge and rode up her ass too much. That’s precisely why I liked them. “This outfit will attract a lot of eyes, and hands,” she suddenly said. “I’ll get laid in no time.” I watched her run a finger up the crease of her ass. “Every guy’s gonna wanna fuck me from behind. Can’t say I blame them.” I interrupted her exploration of her body by struggling against my bonds which rattled the chair. She glared at me for a second, but then gave me a warm smile. “Now, now, honey. If you ever want your wife back, you’ll stay right there like a good boy till I return. If you get free and call the cops, you’ll never see her again. I’ll add her skinsuit to my collection permanently.” She walked over and sat on my lap, grinding her ass against me, making the blood flow to my dick. “I got a rule about never keeping married women, but with an ass like this, I’d gladly make an exception.” She felt me get hard and exclaimed, “Ooh! Someone’s feeling frisky.” She gave her butt a wiggle, making me elicit a moan. She went to the door, blew a kiss and said, “Maybe I’ll let you fuck me when I come back. As long as you don’t mind getting sloppy fourths, or fifths.”

I’m an alien shapeshifter that was sent to this planet to do reconnaissance for the impending invasion. My small ship malfunctioned and I crash landed in a human dwelling’s backyard. I slid quickly from my craft in the form of an ooze. My mission was still a go, I just needed to blend in and try to learn what I could. I crept stealthily into the home and spied two humans. Given their conversation I deduced they were a family unit. A mother and a daughter. The daughter left the home shortly after. This was my chance. I morphed my body into an exact likeness of the daughter. I might have been too hasty, because I think the mother might have seen me. I began to make dialogue with the mother to try and keep my cover. “Mother, I have returned. Please let us converse more about this planet.” Her eyes went wide, and she smiled. Then she began to examine me from every angle as if something were amiss. I wondered if I should have shifted more layers of clothing on this body. The mother seemed to think everything was acceptable however, and took my hand. She led me upstairs, and then things got strange. She began treating me like a mate instead of a daughter. This confused me, but if this is what it took to gain intel for the impending invasion, I would do what was required. She keeps insisting I call her ‘Mommy’ though, and telling me things to say. “I love licking your boobs Mommy. Please, make me feel good.”

Tyson was my former college roommate, and now best friend. He was tall, attractive black man, and also a skilled bodyhopper. He used his ability to great effect in our college days to fuck half the campus. He offered to let me participate more sometimes when he hopped a beautiful woman. Because he was my friend, I put it off and put it off, but finally gave in, and we hooked. It was just the one time, but it was electric. It might have become a regular thing, except shortly after, I met my future wife Stephanie. I made Tyson promise to never hop her. When he got a look at her sexy body and perfect ass, he whined like I was denying him the ability to breathe. I understood though. Tyson’s always been an ass man. Me too. Tyson and I hang out at least once a week, and I often catch him checking out Stephanie’s butt. He’s never asked to hop her, but I know he would if I asked. I sometimes catch myself fantasizing about it actually. My best friend in control of my wife’s body. Feeling up her curves. Seducing me in bed. But he promised he would never. Except…well, recently, my wife has started to really take an interest in tighter clothing that accentuates her ass. Like, REALLY accentuates it. Outfit after outfit. They don’t look cheap, but I ain’t gonna complain because damn! All I can think about is Tyson would kill to see this. Except…what if he broke his promise, and he’s the one that is making this happen? So I carefully ask her why the sudden need to wear such tight, sexy clothing, and she just smiled, grabbed me by the hand, and then pulled me into the bedroom for some of the steamiest sex we’ve ever had. And the whole time, I thought maybe Tyson was inside her. And that thought kept me so fucking hard.

I came home to find my wife modeling a pink pair of skintight pants that did an amazing job showing off her perfect ass. “Hi babe,” she purred as she swayed her hips back and forth.”I’m trying to decide what to wear out. I just got these pink pants, but also have some new blue ones. Wait here and you can see and help me decide.” She ran off, leaving me with a raging boner. She’d been wearing a lot of sexy stuff around the house, but this was the first time she’d mentioned wearing it for a date. A few minutes later she came back and began modeling the blue ones for me. “Are you really going to wear something like this in public?” I asked as tactfully as I could. “Yeah, why not?” she said with a sly smile. “I mean, it’s MY body after all.” The way she emphasized ‘my.’ It was just another reason for me to suspect that my best friend had hopped her and was making her act like this. “Let’s invite Tyson,” I said casually. “He’d appreciate your butt in those pants so much.” In the middle of posing seductively, she said, “I sure would.” A second later she looked with wide eyes and said, “I mean…HE sure would.”

After teasing me for a week and making me think she’d been possessed by my best friend, my wife finally confessed that it had all been a ruse. She’d enjoyed dressing in her new tight outfits and winding me up. And she’d especially loved the way I’d fucked her harder than I ever had in my life. She surprised me further though with what she proposed next. “I want Tyson to hop me for real.” I tried to protest, but she argued, “Darling, if just the idea of your friend possessing me turned you on this much, imagine what it will be like when he’s ACTUALLY in control of my body.” With that kind of logic, I readily agreed, and we invited Tyson over that next day for dinner. Steph and I told him he finally had permission to hop her, and after we assured him we were serious, he hopped her as soon as the meal was finished. He stood her up, and turned her leather clad butt in my direction. He began using her long nails to fondle her cheeks and said, “Damn. I never thought I’d get this chance to feel this masterpiece.” I just watched, getting harder and harder, until finally I said, “She’s got a special outfit for you to change into, for when we, uh…” “Fuck?” he finished for me as he pulled the leather pants down. “It’s not the first time, dude. And now that you’ve given me access to Steph’s awesome body, it won’t be the last.”

“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.

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.”

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!”

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’m an ex con renting a room over the garage of Earl and Margie, this middle aged married couple. Earl was sketchy as hell, but his wife was thick, just the way I liked her. She was nice too. Talked real polite and friendly to me even though she knew I had a rough background. Even though she’s my type, I’d never make a move on her cause I don’t wanna mess up my living situation. It can be hard finding a place to stay when you got a record. Hard to get a job, too. That’s why I found myself going to Earl and apologizing for not being able to make rent this month. He looked my large black frame up and down in a way that unnerved me. Reminded me of the looks I got in the prison showers sometimes by inmates hoping I’d drop the soap. Earl confirmed my suspicions by saying, “You’re a real big guy. You big…everywhere?” I balled my fists at the obvious implication, but kept my cool. “Yeah, sure. So anyways, I should have the money to you by next week.” He stared directly at my crotch and said, “Or maybe we could come to some other…arrangement.” I stood to my full 6 foot 4 inch height and crossed my arms. “I ain’t doing no gay shit, man.” He didn’t back down, just smirked at me. “I ain’t talking ‘bout me. I seen the way you’ve looked at my wife. You’d fuck HER, right?” My shoulders sagged as I’d read the situation wrong. “You want me to plow your wife?” Earl nodded. “For free rent this month?” I pressed. He grinned, and nodded again then said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Just wait for a text from me this afternoon, then come over and fuck her. Ya don’t gotta explain nothing to her, she’ll be wet and ready.” He stuck out a hand, and I shook it in a daze, then he left. An hour later I got a text from Earl’s phone that read, ‘Come and get it.’ It was followed by a pic of his wife’s fat ass. I went over to their front door, and after a moment’s hesitation, I walked inside. I didn’t see anyone on the main floor, so I headed up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. That’s where I found Margie. She was ass up, and just as ready to go as Earl said she’d be. Thankfully, Earl was nowhere in sight. Margie looked back at me, gave her butt cheek a slap and said, “Go on. Get that big dick out and fuck this ass like I know you wanted to since you seen her.” I must have misheard, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t ask questions. I dropped my drawers, and I went to work. I was pounding away and she was all, “Smack my fat ass! Smack it hard!” I obliged. A lot. She came twice, all while saying the nastiest things. When I was finally about to cum, she told me to do it inside her or the deal was off. So, yeah, I nutted in her wet cooch.

Afterwards, she gave me a big sloppy kiss and said, “If you can’t make rent next month, let me know. I mean, not me. Earl. Let Earl know. That’s important. Only Earl.” That was weird, but this whole fucking arrangement had been weird. I got out of there and didn’t see either of them for a few days. But then I saw Margie unloading groceries, and I went to help. “I uh, really enjoyed the other day, ma’am. Is that something you and your husband do often?” She cocked her head and looked at me like she didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. Then she frowned as if she understood something. She stormed into the house and I heard her yell, “Dammit Earl! How many times I gotta tell you to stay outta my body! If you wanna fuck the tenets, you gotta figure out a way to do it on your own.”

My best friend Mark signed up for swap class, and he’s coming over now to show me what body he got assigned to for the week. I was NOT prepared for how good he’d look when he did. “Hey dude,” he said when I opened the door. Gone was the pimply face and the chubby physique. Now he had a face that would turn heads, and a body that would stop traffic, and he was bringing it inside my house! “You w-want some w-water or something?” I stammered. My question made Mark giggle. I’d never heard him giggle ever, but in this body it made sense. I wanted to hear it again, because it sounded amazing. “Geez, you’re so nervous now,” he said with an eye roll. “Just cause I’m in this body? I’m still me in here you know.” He went over and lay down on my couch where we normally play video games together. I watched as he slowly ran a hand up his side. “It is a good body though,” he added. I wasn’t aware that my mouth had fallen open as my eyes traced every move of his beautiful fingers. “You’re staring,” he teased. I looked away, embarrassed, while I blurted out, “I didn’t expect you to be someone so gorgeous. It’s making me so…” but I didn’t finish, cause Mark did it for me. “Hard? Can I…see?” I shuffled nervously as he focused on the visible bulge in my jeans. “What? Why would you want to see it?” I asked. “You’re not gay.” Mark nodded, but his eyes never left my crotch. “You’re right. I’m not. But in this body…I don’t understand it, but the fact that I’m turning you on right now is turning ME on, and it feels like…like I just really need to see your dick.” And then his hands drifted up to the white crop top he was wearing, and I could see his boobs. They were perfect. In a voice laced with seduction, he said, “I’ll keep going if you take it out and stroke it for me. A second later, my pants and underwear were around my ankles. Mark didn’t laugh. Neither did I. We just kept staring as we began to touch our own bodies.

Me and my fellow hopper friends have found an easy way to make money betting on women’s sports. We’ll go all in on a team that is a longshot, then we’ll make sure we’re in attendance at their next game. Before it starts, my friends and I will hop the hottest players on that team, and coax the referees into meeting us in the locker room. Then we let them do whatever they want to us, no questions asked. This has led to a high success rate, because these refs are always happy to play ball, as long as we drain theirs first.

Chip knelt on my bed in my sister’s body, which put her huge boobs eye level with me. I couldn’t stop drooling over them. “Um, okay,” Chip said, a little flustered by how hungrily I was looking at him. “I guess you can like, play with her tits for a couple minutes, and then we’ll be cool, and you won’t tell anyone I’m inside her.” I nodded, and he held Lori’s boobs out for me. My fingers clutched the sides of those soft mounds. The amount of times she’d walked around the house without a bra, or bent over and I had a terrific view of her cleavage, or the times we were on family vacation and she wore a bikini to the beach, none of them compared to this moment when they were directly here in front of me. With zero hesitation, I shoved my face right onto her left tit and began sucking. “Hey, hey, whoa!” Chip spluttered. But I quickly moved on to her right tit, pulling it deep into my mouth and swirling the nipple with my tongue. “W-wow, dude. That actually feels pretty good. Um…I guess you can do that for a bit longer. Mmm, yeah. I like when you flick em with your tongue. Do that more. Lori always liked when I did that. Yeaaaah! Just like that Bro.” I felt my sister’s hands start running through my hair. That’s something she only did when she was really happy with me. Her little way of saying she loved me I suppose. I continued sucking and slurping earnestly as her voice continued to make soft little moans.

I parked on the shoulder of the backwoods road, got out, and opened the passenger door for my date like a gentleman. Julie took my hand and stood, but I could tell she didn’t like how isolated we both were. It was only our second date after all, and now she was out here with me at a place where no one could hear her scream. “Why did we have to come all the way out here for a picnic?” she asked nervously. I smiled. She was cute when she was skittish. “This place has the best view,” I replied. “There’s a trail you can barely see right over here.” I started off, not looking back. I heard her hesitate, then follow me. They always followed me. “S-so,” Julie said as she ducked under a low hanging branch. “How many other girls have you taken here?” I chuckled, and gave a cryptic, “None. Well, none as pretty as you.” Julie was very pretty indeed. Tall. Fit. Just my type. Except like so many other women, she wanted to wait for several dates, or possibly even marriage, before getting physical. That didn’t work for me. I was thankful that I knew about this special place that would bypass all the many hoops they wanted me to jump through in order to be sexually intimate. We began steadily walking uphill, and after half a mile, we stepped into a clearing on the top hill that had a lone picnic bench. Julie gave a delighted gasp. “Ohmygosh the view here is incredible!” She threw her arms around me and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek, then went past the picnic table to admire the view into a scenic forest landscape below her. I quietly opened the picnic basket I’d brought, and took out a tablecloth. I draped it neatly over the picnic table. Julie turned back to me and said, “I’m starving. What food did you bring us?” I looked her up and down. I couldn’t wait to see her naked. “Sorry, Julie, I didn’t bring any food. Only this.” I reached back into the basket and took out my expensive camera. It allowed me to take excellent high definition pictures. I always brought it with me when I came out here. Julie frowned, clearly disappointed. “I…don’t understand.” They never did. So I explained. I had to do that sometimes. Stall for time before the horny ghost that haunts this place takes possession of the body I brought her. “You’ll be getting naked soon, and I like to take pictures when that happens.” Julie’s expression morphed into a mixture of irritation and…I think fear. “I told you on the first date I wasn’t that kind of girl,” she said as she looked past me to the trail we’d come from. To the right, I heard the rustle of trees even though there was no wind. Not long now. Julie began walking back towards the trail. “Honestly, if you thought that you could bring me to a place like this so I’d put out-” but then her voice seemed to catch in her throat. Her body seized up, and she shook violently for a few seconds before finally turning back to the picnic table. “…you’re absolutely right,” she finished, but her voice had taken on a different quality. Raspy. Seductive. Otherworldly. And then she was quickly stripping off her clothes. “I’m so glad you’re back. It’s been so long, and I’ve had no one to fuck.” I began taking pictures while the ghost posed Julie’s body for me. Then it was my turn to get naked. “Yes, take this body! The ghost begged. “Fuck this pussy. Make me cum!” After I rock Julie’s world, she’ll only remember having a good time. She’ll be disappointed when I don’t reach out for another date, but by that time, I’ll be making arrangements to bring another hottie out here for what I know is a sure thing.

I’m convinced my wife Cindy is having an affair with her masseuse. Every time she comes home after a session with him, she’s glowing, and I don’t think it’s because of the oils and lotions he uses. I think it’s cause he makes sure to give her a happy ending. This would also explain why she hasn’t had any interest in sex with me. But other than those two things, I don’t have any proof. Thankfully, I know how to get some. I’ve been studying astral projection, and the other night I was able to successfully detach myself from my body and inhabit my wife’s. She had no idea I was inside her, even though I had full control. She just rationalized in her mind that she needed to get up and do random jumping jacks and feel herself up. I slipped back into my own mind with her none the wiser. Right before her next massage appointment, I projected into her again. I was finally going to get the proof I needed to confront her and then probably get a divorce. When we got to the place, I let Cindy take over and strip down as instructed. We laid on her stomach on a padded table, and waited. Then Brad came in. This guy was all charm and muscle, but I was surprised by how professional he was at first. He expertly massaged my wife’s shoulders, back and legs, and I was beginning to think I’d been wrong, until he brought out the oil. Less than a minute after coating my wife’s skin with the stuff, he’d removed the towel covering her ass, and his fingers began to explore her crevices. I was ready to tell him off, until his highly skilled fingers entered us, and it was all I could do not to moan with pleasure. Actually, I did, well, my wife did. The overwhelming sensation caused me to slip in and out of control as Brad slipped in and out of me, of us. I’m not sure which of us arched her back, or got the smile on her face. When I did manage to say something, it wasn’t what I’d originally intended. “That feels sooo good. Keep…keep doing that!” I mean, the session is already paid for. Might as well let him finish.

I’d certainly consider it. Definitely feel like there’s a story there.

We were on an island vacation when I learned of my wife’s affair. I checked her phone when she received a text while in the shower. It was her lover, letting her know how much he missed being inside her. I was furious. Without a word to her, I left for a walk into the local village. An old woman outside a dilapidated shop tried to sell me some trinkets, telling me in halted English that my wife would love them. She saw my face sour the second she said ‘wife.’ The old woman switched tactics immediately. “Has your woman done you wrong?” she asked. “Yes,” I said in a clipped voice. I didn’t know why I was wasting my time here. But before I could leave, the old woman took a small ornate bowl from a shelf and thrust it into my hands. “Burn her hair in bowl, then burn your hair in bowl. One hour. Get even. Feel better. Twenty dollars.” I don’t know why I reached into my pocket and took out the money. This was obviously crazy witch doctor type horseshit. But I handed over the money and took the bowl. She dropped a packet of matches into it. I turned to go. A chill went down my spine as the old woman cackled behind me and shouted, “One hour!” I returned to the resort, the beauty of it reminding me how much I was paying to stay here. I’d spared no expense on this trip because I’d wanted my wife to have a great time. But she just wanted to be back home with her lover. I marched into our room and went straight for my wife’s hairbrush. My wife was too busy scrolling on her phone to notice I was behaving like a man possessed. She was probably texting the guy she was screwing behind my back. I grabbed the matches and lit the hair inside the bowl. It shriveled to ash in seconds. Then I plucked one of my own hairs and dropped it in, repeating the process. As the smell of burnt hair wafted through the room, my wife finally looked up and asked, “What are you doing? Why do I smell-” That was as far as she got, because less than a second later, my body fell in a crumpled heap onto the floor as my soul possessed hers. I thought I was going to like, curse her or something. I didn’t know I’d end up inside her! How was I supposed to get even for her being a slut behind my back like this? I got the watch off my wrist and set a timer for just under an hour. Then I wasted several minutes trying to figure out what to do next. How was being her supposed to make me feel better?! I heard the sound of guys hollering in the resort’s pool outside. I went and looked, and saw several muscular locals loitering about. I surprised myself by calling down to them. “Hey guys, mind if I join you?” I’m not sure if any of them spoke English, but my wife’s curves spoke volumes to them. They wanted her. I think I found the way to get even with her infidelity. If my wife wanted to fuck other men. I’d help her do just that. I went down to the pool and made my intentions very clear by stripping off my wife’s clothes. Their hands were on me in an instant. Strong arms lifted up my wife’s light frame and I felt fingers slip inside me. Lips demanded my attention. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the many new sensations and not the fact that I was about to have a train run on me. My wife’s body sure didn’t mind. I heard the timer go off while all of her holes were being filled. I wonder what she’ll think when she comes to herself and see how I’ve helped her be even more of the slut I know she is. Guess I’ll find out in 3…2…1…

For the last year I’ve felt like the luckiest guy on earth. That’s how long I’ve been married to Jenny. But lately she’s been acting nervous, like she’s carrying a weight. As I came home from work, I saw her fidgeting in the kitchen as she prepared our evening meal. She looks so cute, but it’s clear she wants to talk about something. I assure her that whatever it is, we can get through it together. And then she begins to tell me a story, about how she’s not human, but really a shapeshifting alien that crash landed here and has been blending in for the last twenty years and then met me and fell in love with me. I burst out laughing and said, “Babe, you can’t really expect me to believe that.” She gave me a ‘oh yeah’ look, and then I watched the clothes vanish from her body, all except her panties, which she eventually explained were the only clothes she’d actually been wearing. “Believe me now?” she smirked. Once I closed my mouth from the surprise of it all, I asked, “So…you’re a shapeshifting alien. Is this what you really look like?” She grew red and shuffled her feet adorably. “Uh, no, but trust me honey, you don’t want to see my true form. It’s embarrassing.” She covered her chest as if I could already see the real her.

“Please,” I begged. “Give me a chance to love the real you.” She hesitated, then said, “Okay, but…please don’t run screaming from the house.” She led me into our living room, and I watched as her skin began to darken rapidly, becoming shiny and smooth. Her whole body morphed into what I could only describe as a black humanoid type thing that to be quite honest, looked sexy as hell. She crawled onto our piano bench and arched her back. “Uh, babe,” I said as I took off my clothes, revealing my hard cock. “I can definitely work with this.”

Thanks @hswap! I love putting out content so that means a lot.

I think I’ve only got a few consensual possession captions, @JackedPinata64 I’ll try to put out a few new ones soon though now that I know someone would appreciate them.

Anyone else got any requests just let me know.