Possession Portal

I’d seen stories on the news about the slut flu spreading overseas. But in a few short weeks, it was at my door. Literally. “Let us in, Mark.” Giggling. “We want to pick your big dick in our mouths.” More giggling. “And pussies.” “We got pussies now Mark, and they feel so good!” “But they’d feel better with you dick in them!” I let them in. I mean, they were my buddies, although I could barely recognize them. The slut flu had transformed them into hot, needy chicks that are then driven by a voracious need to find me to suck and fuck. A split second after I opened my door, their mouths were on me. They made me cum so fast! They don’t relent though, and I feel myself becoming one of them as my frame shrinks and my pecs become perky boobs. The dick they wanted so much becomes a bare pussy. Still my friends lick on worshipping my new body until I pass out. When I wake, there’s only one thing on my mind. I must go find a man and infect him with this wonderful virus.

While cleaning out her mother’s attic, my wife Brooke found a large book covered in a layer of dust. Inside it were runes and magic spells. She showed it to me. I told her it gave me a bad feeling and I wanted to toss it, but her curiosity prevailed and we took it home. The next night as she poured over the text, she mumbled some of the words on a page, and then slumped over on our couch, unconscious. A second later our beautiful 18 year old daughter bounded into the room and squealed, “It worked! I just astral projected into our daughter!” The problem was, she didn’t know how to leave. We tried spell after spell, but so far, nothing is working. It’s been three days, and my wife is doing everything she can to keep up appearances for my daughter. Tonight she even went out on a date with our daughter’s boyfriend of two years. I tried not to think about how problematic that was. Brooke was already struggling with our daughter’s raging hormones. She’d even tried to sleep with me last night, but of course I told her no. Not while she was in my daughter’s body. But…now that she was out with an equally horny young man, maybe I should have said yes. My imagination plagued me as I waited. That guy had better not try anything with my wife! At last I heard his car pull into our driveway. I waited, but my wife didn’t come in right away. I listened to the sound of a running car for ten minutes, and tried to keep myself from rushing out that front door and making a scene. The last thing I wanted was for that young man to know he’d really just been on a date with my wife. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard a car door slam, and my wife walked inside. She saw me waiting there by the door, and I must have looked a little crazy, because she looked me up and down. But her expression was not of concern, but of desire. She began speaking very softly, and innocently. “My boyfriend kept trying to kiss me Daddy.” I backed away and said, “Brooke, I don’t need to hear all the details.” But she pressed on. “He kept pawing at me, wanted me to take my clothes off. I almost did, Daddy. I let him take off my bra. I’m not wearing one anymore, see?” And then she slowly pulled the straps of her pretty dress down, and suddenly I was looking at my daughter’s perky tits. “He wanted to fuck me right there in his car, Daddy. And I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn’t, because I only want to fuck YOU, Daddy. Please? Will you fuck me your baby girl. I need it so bad. If you don’t, I might have to call him up and wrap my lips around his big, hard-” I cut her off. “You win, Brooke! I’ll fuck you.” She grinned as the dress hit the floor. “Thank you Daddy.”

I surprised my wife Ashley by booking us a cottage along the ocean for our anniversary. It came with access to a beautiful private cove. My wife dashed across the beach in her bikini and crashed happily into the waves. She was not very far out when I heard her scream. I looked up just in time to see her disappear under the water. I ran in and swam straight to the spot she’d been, but there was no sign of her. I was about to swim farther out, when I saw movement amongst the rocks that lined the shore. It was Ashley! And she was…naked! I swam back as quickly as I could. By the time I got to her, she was sitting on a rock, exploring her dripping wet body, as if it were completely new to her. Seeing her this way made me forget to ask her what happened. I took off my trunks and pressed my body to hers. She seemed confused at first, but then spoke in a croaky, halting voice, “Feels. Good. More. Give. More.” I figured sounded like that due to her recent exertion. That was fine. I was more than ready to do most of the work. I was thrusting inside her moments later she enthusiastically moaned beneath me. I suddenly felt a cold, slimy tendril wrap around my cock and pull me deeper. It was then I realized…something was inside my wife. And the way it was milking my cock, it really wanted me to cum.

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

Quality will always be super important to me.

“I want a divorce.” They were words I didn’t see coming, probably because I’d been so driven to finish my invention. “No, please,” I pleased.” At least let me show you what I’ve been working on.” My wife had laughed, saying it was the last thing she’d do for me. She’d let me place the mind swap helmet on her head. The other I placed on my faithful dog Missy. A minute later, I had a wife that was unquestionably loyal. A wife that would rush to greet me the second I got home. A wife that wouldn’t object when I wanted to have sex, especially if we did it doggystyle. There would be a problem though. This new wife hates to wear clothes, even when walking the ‘dog.’ “Dammit Missy!” I yelled as I chased after her. I heard my mistake and rushed to correct it, although I doubt any gawking neighbors were paying attention to anything I said. Still, in quieter, hushed tones I said, “I’ve told you that people have to go outside with clothes. Bad girl. Get back to the house.”

Jake is a burly tattoo artist who lives next door to me. He’s gay, which doesn’t bother me, except the dude hits on me all the time despite knowing I’m in a relationship. A very STRAIGHT relationship. I start complaining about him as soon as my girlfriend walks into our apartment. “Babe, you’ll never believe what Jake did this morning. He whistled at me. Like, wolf whistled, then tried to slap my ass as I walked by. I don’t know how to convince him that I’ll never be interested.” My girlfriend didn’t offer any words of wisdom as she came to stand in front of where I was sitting. Instead, she seemed to take his side. “He’s not so bad. He offered me a free tattoo last week, and I went and got it today. Here, take a look.” She unzipped her top and began showing off her hot body to me. I barely hear what she says next as my eyes dart all over her naked form. “He infused the tattoo with magic. It lets him take over my body whenever he wants, so he can finally get his hands on that big cock of yours.” Her skin is flawless. She’s so hot. I want to fuck her so bad. “Uh, what’d you say, babe?” I ask, realizing I spaced out there for a second. I only got a glimpse of the new tattoo. A triangle with a weird symbol on the back of her arm. Whatever makes her happy. I look up at her face as I take my dick out. Her eyes are locked on to my package, and she’s practically salivating over it like it’s the first time she’s seen it. “Oh, nothing,” she replied as she licked her lips. “Why don’t I use my mouth to wet that monster between your legs, and then you can shove it up your girlfriend’s, I mean, MY tight little asshole.” I don’t know what’s gotten into my girlfriend, but I’m not passing up an invitation like that! A few minutes later I’m balls deep inside her. If only my gay neighbor could understand that this is the only kind of anal I’m into.

My brother struggles not to fall asleep when cramming for a test. He’s currently in our living room and starting to nod off, so like a good big sister, I offer up a way to keep him ‘stimulated.’ “Hey bro, if studying in my body would help you, we could use the family swap remote.” He perks up instantly, and I see his eyes drift over my body. Even though we all use the remote, he’s usually too shy to initiate a swap between us. “You sure, sis?” he asks, his cheeks turning pink. I give him a sly smile. “Yeah, but I’m gonna stay in this room and make sure you keep ONLY studying.” He looked adorably mortified by my insinuation, but then I added a clarification. “I will also be taking advantage of the boner you just got.” He confirms I’m right by dropping a hand to his waist to shield his crotch. “That’s not my fault. It’s got a mind of its own.” I nodded. “I’m counting on it. So, we got a deal?” Less than a minute later he’s in my body. He’s got me on my knees and is enthusiastically pouring over a book on the coffee table. I’m sitting on the couch behind him in his body. I’ve got his pants off, and have already begun stroking my cock to the sight of my own curves. “You don’t seem sleepy anymore,” I tease, enjoying talking in his low baritone. “I’m not,” he lies. “Let me see my ass,” I demand. He lifts my skirt, then moves a hand along my left cheek. “Damn, bro. My body looks good from this angle, and your dick seems to agree. I’ll be making it squirt in no time, especially if you move those panties aside and rub that pussy for me. Just be sure to keep studying! If you get a passing grade, I’ll let you keep using my body every time you need to cram.” His moans tell me he’s super into the idea.

I typically do one shots for captions, but I’m curious if people prefer more serialized ones like what I just did with the family swap remote.

My first request on here!

There’s a lot more people on this site now. What makes you keep coming back? What would you like to see more of?

“You would make such a cute girl!” Jade squealed as she pinched Randall’s cheeks. He fumed up at her, hating that she was taller than him, and hating even more how she’d always end up saying something like this whenever his brother brought her to their apartment they shared. If he ever asked Jade to move in, he’d be moving out in a hurry. “For the last time,” he said angrily, “I’m a guy.” Jade checked to make sure her boyfriend was out of earshot and said, “Ya know, when you get angry like that, you just get cuter. And when you stand up to me like that, it makes me want to prove to you that I’m right.” Randall crossed his arms defiantly and said, “Yeah, how ya going to do that?” Jade smiled, booped him on the nose and said, “I’ll just have to record it, I guess.” With that, she walked away, leaving Randall with an uneasy feeling, especially since he knew that Jade would be spending the night in his brother’s room. She’d certainly have the opportunity to prank him in some way. What Randall didn’t know, was how much Jade had the means to do what she’d threatened. She was a witch. And that night, with a simple possession spell, her soul weaved through the apartment and into Randall’s room, where she quickly took over his body. Using a marionette spell, she had her now empty vessel quietly bring her some of her clothes that she kept in her boyfriend’s dresser. They weren’t the most effeminate things she owned, but they’d do. She dressed Randall in a tight white shirt and black skirt. She put on a tie for good measure cause she liked the look. Then she styled Randall’s long hair, and for the final touch, added lipstick, teased his eyelashes, and added a touch of eyeliner. She got his phone, got in front of his full length mirror, and sat at the foot of his bed. She angled his legs up in front of himself, and struck a cute pose. Then she held up the phone, and began recording his reflection. In a high pitched voice she made him say, “You were right, Jade. I DO make such a cute girl!” She then spread his legs and added, “A cute girl, that also happens to have a big cock.” She grinned, and began stroking the monster between her legs until it came all over Randall’s floor.

She sent the video to her phone so she had a copy, then climbed Randall’s body back into his bed. She left him there, sleeping, still wearing her clothes and makeup. When Randall woke up and saw the video, he finally had to admit that Jade was right. He would never admit, however, to jacking off to the video repeatedly in the days ahead. A month later though, he did ask Jade if he could borrow a few more of her clothes. Jade said he could if he allowed her to actually be the one holding the camera this time.

Dale and Rob were rival treasure hunters, and each had lost out on valuable finds to the other over the years. But during this expedition they happened upon the magic lamp at the same time. The genie within granted them each one wish. Dale saw it as an opportunity to make sure his competitor never got in his way again, and blurted out, “I wish for Rob to be a hot woman who is only happy when I’m sucking on her big tits.” Rob looked down at himself in horror as his chest began to swell. In seconds, he had an impressive set of boobs. But worse, he could feel the changes being made to his mind. He loathed Dale, but he wanted the man’s mouth to slobber all over his new rack. He couldn’t shake this building desire. It seemed the only way he could be happy. Just before he lost all sense of himself, the former man looked at Dale and shouted angrily, “I wish the same thing back at Dale.” After that, their fares were sealed. They are no longer treasure hunters, but they still make an amazing living on onlyfans, doing what makes them happy. Sucking on each other’s titties.

I couldn’t stop staring at Steve’s lips throughout the evening meal. It was as if I’d never noticed them before. I bet they’d feel soft and inviting if I put my own against them. Kissing him seemed like such a wonderful idea… I blinked. I’d drifted off again, and just fantasized about making out with my friend. My GUY friend. What was going on with me?! Steve had asked me to be his plus one for the weekend on a work trip. He’d lied about having a girlfriend because the company valued people who were in relationships. They felt it made their employees work harder or some shit. Anyway, Steve asked me to wear this necklace that would transform me into a hot babe. He said I’d just have to ACT like his girlfriend, hold his hand and pretend I was smitten with him or whatever. I wasn’t sold till he said there’d be free meals and an open bar. So I put on the necklace. My whole body sbummered, and suddenly, I was a hot chick. It was weird, sure, but I still felt like myself. Until I found my mind wandering. I began thinking about Steve’s package. Like, his freaking dick. I’d imagined it all big and hard. I brushed it away quickly. But then I couldn’t stop thinking what it would be like to touch it. To have it in my mouth. It became an obsession. It had to be the necklace. Steve had said it would transform me, but it wouldn’t affect my mind. I think he’s wrong. This is confirmed when we get back to our room after the company dinner. The second we’re in the privacy of our room, I strip off all my clothes. I want him to see me. I want him to want me. I’m so turned om my voice is shaking. “Dude, I know you said this necklace wasn’t gonna warp my brain, but I just…I think you’re so hot right now.” Steve’s response was to laugh. “Yeah, sorry about that, man. I lied. It totally shapes your body AND mind into becoming my ideal girlfriend.” I giggled at this revelation and ran a hand through my long red hair. “Oh thank goodness! I just thought I was becoming gay! Now please get your cock out and fuck me!”

@Cindy I for sure would be!

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

Cindy’s masseuse Brad gave me the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had while I was sharing my wife’s body. I broke the astral projection shortly after, and tried to come to terms with what I was feeling. My wife was cheating on me, but…the way Brad had just made us feel was hard to deny. When Cindy got home, I did confront her, but not with the anger I had planned. I told her everything. How I’d shared her body and could even take full control. How I’d been there on the table as Brad oiled her up and then slipped his fingers between her legs and… I grew hard recounting it. My wife noticed. She took me to the bedroom, and we fucked like rabbits. Now I guess you could say that ‘we’re’ having an affair with Brad, but he thinks it’s only with my wife. But it’s not. It’s me WITH her. Sometimes I’m in control, sometimes I let my wife take the lead. Here she is now, letting him drizzle that wonderful oil on top of her chest. But shortly after, it’ll be me riding him. Yes, I am not content to merely be fingered. If we’re gonna cheat, we’re gonna really make it count. We’re both addicted to how Brad makes us feel, and I’d let him do anything to my wife’s body. I’d even suck his dick he if asked. Cindy shares every sensation right along with me, and when we cum, we cum together. In a very fucked up way, our marriage has never been stronger.

My phone rang as I walked hurriedly across the hotel lobby. It was Bill, my best man. I answered it as I got to the elevator and said, “Yeah, I know I’m late for my own bachelor party. I’ll be there in a second, I’m getting on the elevator now.” The doors opened and I stepped on just as Bill’s panicked voice exclaimed, “What?! No, dude! Take the stairs! I forgot to get a stripper, so I enchanted the elevator to…um…” I clenched the phone tightly as I felt a warm tingling all over my body as the elevator sped upwards. “Bill! I’m already on it. What did you do?” He sounded very apologetic as he explained, “I thought it would be funny if, ya know, the last person to arrive had to be your stripper for the evening. I figured you’d be the first to show up, but everyone else is already here, except you…” I wanted to be angry at him, but the enchantment he’d placed on the elevator was already warping my mind. All I could think about was the fact that I was about to walk into a penthouse full of hot, horny men. That kind of thing made me so wet, and is probably why I became a stripper. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. As I stepped out into the penthouse suite, every eye was on me. I opened my black coat and flashed them my goodies, then said cheerfully, “Hey boys, who wants a lap dance?” They looked sheepishly at each other, and then one by one, they all raised their hands. I hoped I’d get to blow or fuck each one of them before the night was over.

I invited my buddy Dan over and told him we could live like it was our college days again. “So, Angie won’t be back for a week?” he confirmed, sounding excited. “Cause, I’d really like to show you something I’ve been working on.” Dan is a biometric engineer, or something like that. He works with living organisms. For science. Usually he’s holed up in a lab somewhere. Dan showed up at my house on Tuesday, and I proudly displayed the mess I’d made in just two days. He just indicated the duffle bag he brought in and pointed down the hall towards my bedroom and bathroom. “Mind if I go change?” I shrugged. “Sure man, although you could do that right here. Ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.” He gave an awkward laugh, then disappeared down the hall. He was gone a long time but I wasn’t his mom. All of a sudden the bedroom door burst open and my wife came striding down the hall. “Dan!” she began shrilly. “Look at the state of this place! Don’t tell me you are thinking of having company over.” I was so surprised by her presence and the state of the house that I didn’t know how to react. “S-sorry, sweetie. I th-thought you were coming back later. I’ll send Dan home and-” But then Angie began to laugh. “Don’t be mad,” she said. And then she reached up, grabbed the top of her face, and pulled it down. “Dan!” I exclaimed. “What the hell!” Dan proceeded to explain that he’d been working on growing living tissue that could be fused to normal skin using polyides or, I don’t know, science jargon. On a whim, he’d taken my wife’s wine glass home and used it to grow a copy of her skin. Now he was wearing her, and fooled me completely by putting on some of her clothes from her bedroom. “You look and sound exactly like her!” I said in awe. “So you’re not mad?” he asked worriedly. “I mean, in a way, I’ve seen her naked.” He had a point. I should be mad, but it was kinda hot seeing an exact copy of my wife but with a guy’s mind. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “Just put her face back on and let’s hang out.” We did. The rest of that whole day. Several times I forgot Dan was even there and called him Angie. He didn’t correct me. He was probably gathering data for this new suit thing of his. We had some wine late at night and Dan began getting silly, posing my wife in ridiculous positions. We laughed and laughed until suddenly we were on my bed. Most of Angie’s clothes had come off, and now my wife was looking back at me intensely with Dan’s eyes. As he unhooked Angie’s bra, I realized we weren’t laughing anymore. I think I’m about to fuck my friend…

My roommate and I were short on rent, so Britney suggested we register our bodies on a possession website. I was hesitant at first, but the site promised we’d be getting 50 bucks apiece for every session we did. After some more cajoling by Britney, I finally agreed, and we signed up. Within seconds of marking our apartment as an active possession residence, our bodies were taken over in seconds. We were supposed to black out and wake up after the session was over. But that’s not what happened. I was fully aware of everything this anonymous stranger was doing with my body. I felt myself smile stupidly at Britney, who shot back with the most lecherous grin I’ve ever seen. She began to slowly strip, and I found my eyes wandering over her body appreciatively. It had always been no big deal to see Britney in her underwear, or even walking around naked. But the way my body was reacting, I could tell I was seeing her for the first time through new eyes because a powerful attraction for her was overtaking me. I was getting so turned on, and my pussy was already sopping wet. I then heard myself giggle awkwardly, then I was made to undress as well. As soon as I was naked, Britney pulled me to her. Our lips crashed together and our hands began to excitedly explore each other’s bodies. She put her hand in my hair, while mine went to her ass to squeeze and smack it. I think the person possessing me is a guy by the way I go from her butt, then straight to her boobs. Britney on the other hand, is moving with a passionate grace. I’d bet anything another woman is Britney’s puppeteer. This is all but confirmed by the way we’re made to fuck each other. My movements are rushed, sloppy, and the person doesn’t seem to know the best way to use my tongue and fingers to stimulate Britney’s body. She, on the other hand, plays my body like it’s her favorite instrument. I cum and cum and cum, and I don’t want the session to end. But it all too quickly does. We’re naked and sweaty, and Britney’s head is on my chest, when we both suddenly regain control of our own bodies. Britney sits up and her jaw drops as she takes in the scene, then she bursts out laughing. “Wow! Probably good we can’t remember any of what we just did!” I look up at her, and my face goes red. “Y-yeah, that’d be super awkward.” She looks at the computer. Our location has gone dormant until we agree to another session. “That wasn’t too bad,” she says, “And it’s an easy 50 bucks. I’d do it again sometime. You?” I nod eagerly, and can’t help but glance hungrily at Britney’s sweaty body. “Honestly, I’d do it again right now.” She eyes me suspiciously for a second, but then smiles. “Great!” Then she selected our place, and sets it to active again. “I bet they make us take a shower,” she said, right before her eyes roll back as another stranger takes her. I get taken a moment later, but continue to be aware of everything that happens. I think I may already be addicted to this.