Possession Portal

Brianna wrapped herself in a soft towel after her nice, hot shower. She jumped as someone pounded on the bathroom door. She opened it, and there was her nerdy younger brother. He stared at her very intently, as if he were trying to see past the white towel to the bare skin just beneath. “You need to pee or something?” she asked irritably. He held out a glass of water to her. “Just thought you might be thirsty after your shower.” She was thirsty, which is the only reason she took it. She went to shut the door so she could continue her beauty regiment, but he blocked it with his hand. “Aren’t you gonna drink it?” he demanded. She raised an eyebrow and said, “Not while I’m in front of you wearing just a towel, perv.” Then she slammed the door in this face. She heard his footsteps hurry away towards his room, and his own door shut a moment later. Seriously, he’d been acting so weird lately. She brought the glass of water up to her lips, and took a deep drink. She licked her lips. The water had kind of a metallic aftertaste. At least it was cold. “Yes!!!” she heard her brother exclaim loudly from down the hall. She surmised the perv must have found a new pornsite. Whatever kept him from ogling her. The amount of times she’d caught him staring at her legs or boobs or butt. She felt a sudden twinge behind her right eye. A momentary flash of pain, and then it was gone. She tugged at the towel wrapped around her and let it fall to the floor. She found herself studying her body in the bathroom mirror like it was a work of art. She didn’t know why, but the sight of herself was really turning her on. “I can look at her naked anytime I want to now,” she heard herself say. Of course she could. It was HER body. “Let’s make a video,” she said. Wow, she was really be feeling herself today. She positioned her phone on the sink, and began gyrating and wiggling her booty. She was captivated by the sight of it. “That’s right, shake that ass,” she said. “It belongs to me now.” It sure did. Her brother would kill to have a view like this. She stopped the recording and began messaging him “Spank material,” she wrote, as a joke. She didn’t think she’d actually send the video, but found herself attaching it to the message. Well, maybe this would stop him from leering at her all the time. She sent it, then began touching herself awkwardly till she came.

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

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

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

My roommate slipped something into the drink he brought me. I can tell because it’s getting very difficult to think, and I’m getting rock hard. My boner doesn’t last long though, because very quickly I feel my erection shrink as my dick goes inside of me. It’s becoming a wet pussy. This might freak me out if my brain wasn’t clouded by a sensual fog. It’s also not the first time my roommate has done this. He thinks I won’t remember when I wake up the next day, but I will. I remember every time he’s transformed me into his plaything. The rest of me is changing now, and it feels sooo good! In the span of a few minutes, I go from being an overweight guy, to a skinny bimbo with big tits. Any minute now my roommate will take out his cock and stroke it in front of my pretty face, and I’ll beg for him to cum on me. I’ve become addicted to the feel of it on my skin. It’s why I’ll always drink whatever he brings me.

My friend and I needed a guinea pig for our device. But who was going to willingly shove our prototype up their butt and let us pilot their body? Thankfully, my older sister is a slut. She gets sex toys all the time, sent to her by her rotating door of boyfriends. That’s why she didn’t question getting a random package in the mail that contained something resembling a buttplug. She’s had it for all of 10 minutes when I got the ping on my computer that the device was active and waiting for a user. I put on the helmet that synced my central nervous system with hers, and just like that, I was in complete control of her body. I looked down, and saw that she was in fishnet stockings, and looked about ready to make a video of herself. Instead of that, I did a video call with my friend and showed off our success. “Dude, she put it in! Look!” I made my sister stretch and move side to side, loving the feeling of her big boobs swaying along with me. I bent over and touched her toes, showing how far she’d stuck the device up her ass. I finished off with a few jumping jacks before turning back to the camera and saying, “Hurry up and get over here if you want a chance at touching her boobs. Strictly for research purposes, of course,” I added with a wink.

I think of myself as a good mom, but I know that when it comes to my daughter Beth, I can be a bit of a helicopter parent. I’ve always been there to make sure she made good choices, whether she wanted me to be or not, because I can astral project into her. By syncing with her mind and piloting her body, I’ve helped her resolve conflicts, get good grades, and more, and most of the time, she doesn’t even know I’m doing it. As she got older though, I’ve given her more space to live her life, but it can be very difficult, especially when she goes somewhere far, like for her honeymoon. I swear I just wanted to pop in to her head real quick and make sure she was safe and getting along with her new husband. I didn’t have a choice really, because she hadn’t answered any of the texts I’d sent her in the last three hours. So I projected my consciousness into her, and it was a good thing I did, because it seemed like Beth and my son in law Ryan were in the middle of a fight. “Seriously, Beth, we’ve only done it once since we got here. I know you’re tired, but…I can be quick.” The poor thing! Beth shouldn’t be withholding sex from Ryan, especially on their honeymoon. I needed to intervene, for the sake of making sure they have a healthy marriage. I moved Beth’s hand to her top, and pulled it down, exposing her large breast. Ryan reacted adorably, going slackjawed and just staring at it. He was practically drooling as I brought out the other one. Beth had certainly inherited my bustline. I broke the silence by saying, “You don’t have to be quick Ryan. I want you to take your time with me. Do whatever you want to this body.” Ryan’s utter astonishment at this offer made me worry. “R-really? You mean it?” I nodded. “Of course. I’m your…wife after all.” Oh, the things that young man did to me that night! Just thinking about them makes me blush. I’ll need to keep projecting into my daughter to make sure she keeps her man happy. But with the way Ryan fucks, it’ll keep me happy too.

“Sis, I have to tell you something. I performed a ritual out of this old book, and I summoned this succubus demon thing. It was stupid of me, but I didn’t think it would work. If it did, I thought I’d just have sex with it and it would go back to hell or whatever. But that’s not what happened. It has to have a vessel in order to be on this plane of existence, so it flew out of my room and possessed our neighbor. You know, the hot milf next door. Then it used her to have sex with me. I thought that’d be it, but it follows me wherever I go still. It finds a female it thinks I’d like to fuck, and uses them to seduce me. I’ve tried to resist, but it knows all my weaknesses, all my kinks and fetishes and will do them all! It will not give me the slightest reprieve until it has used that person to drain my balls. You’ve gotta help me find a way to send it back for good. You should be safe to be around cause you’re family. Do you believe me? Why are you turning around? Oh no. No! Sis, not you too!” Fucking demon. It knows I’m an ass man.

My friend wanted me to test a new app that lets you see yourself as a hot girl. I held it up to the mirror, and staring back at me through the phone was a smoking hot girl. I ran my hands up my body, and the woman in the phone did the same. I swear I could almost feel them in real life. “Wow! I’d totally fuck me!” I said in a voice that seemed higher than normal. My friend nodded and said with a perverse grin, “Glad to hear you say that, cause you’ll need to get fucked. By me. If you wanna change back.” I was very confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, but my voice now sounded even higher, and completely feminine. With a shaky hand I lowered the phone and saw that I was now the girl I’d seen in the phone. And apparently if I wanted to change back, I’d have to fuck my so called friend.

Our fraternity has the best way to keep a party going. Right before you get too drunk to function, you just put on a skinsuit. Mind you, we only got female skinsuits, but I never heard anyone complaining when they suddenly get to be a sexy chick. Once it’s on, you can start drinking all over again. Of course with smaller frames, you get drunk faster the second time around. I just walked in on three of my frat brothers who are giggling and bragging about being four skins deep. “We’re out of cups,” the short haired brunette says. “So we’re using each other’s butt.” They giggle, and sure enough, I watch as the liquor trickles down her back, where another girl is waiting to lap it up. Once she swallows it, she gives her ass an extra lick for good measure. “Careful,” I joke. “Or you three are gonna end up fucking each other.” They eye me up and down. I’m pretty sure that’s what they have in mind, they were just waiting for a willing dick to add to the mix. Happy to oblige. “I got next.”

With the lotion all over my beautiful body, I feel softer than I ever have in my life. It’s me that finally gives into the erotic buildup, falling to my knees so I can kick my wife’s boobs. It’s not long until her hands are caressing mine. And then we don’t stop. For the rest of the day, we bring each other to climax after climax. It’s clear my wife prefers this version of me. I’ve come to feel the same. So it’s no surprise that at some point every day, my wife will whistle the cursed tune that turns me into the woman of her dreams. Sometimes she’ll wait until just after I’ve fucked her with my dick, sometimes right before. Our love for each other has never been stronger. I’m so glad I shared my secret with her.

“I’m not usually a woman for so much of the day, dear,” I teased as I finished bathing. “I’ve no idea what to do next.” I assumed she’d finally take me to the bedroom. We were both so turned on at this point, I figured that’s where we’d be heading. But as I stood in front of the bathroom vanity, she handed me her bottle of lotion. “This will make your skin nice and soft after that shower,” she said. I laughed. “I’m just going to go back to being a guy at midnight when the curse lifts.” Her eyes traveled up and down my body, and her voice trembled with lust. “Just put it on your body, baby. Every inch. Nice and slow. Rub it in for me.” Our arousal for each other spiked as I did as she instructed.

I fully expected my wife to interrupt me in the middle of my workout for some steamy lesbian sex, but she just watched me till I was covered in sweat. True to her word, she followed me as I went to shower off. The sexual tension in the air was high, but I refused to make the first move. She’d been the one to turn me into a woman so early in the day after all. So I decided I wouldn’t make it easy on her by opting for a bath. I filled the tub, then stepped into the soothing hot water that felt so much better in my feminine form. I’d have to remember that. Instead of sinking into the tub, I stayed standing, and grabbed the handheld sprayer. I let the water cascade over my big boobs. Boobs that my wife couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of when she took this version of me to bed. The water pressure felt so nice on my skin. My wife told me this attachment was her best friend in the bathtub. As I lowered it to my pussy, I understood why.

“Look what I did for us Mark. You said you weren’t ready to leave your wife, so I used a spell to take over her body. Now you don’t have to worry about a messy divorce. And when you come home, you can fuck me in all the ways she wouldn’t. I’ll even let you shove your cock up her big fat ass.”

I should have accused Tyson right there of hopping my wife after his little slip up. But I didn’t. Because even though he’d broken his promise to never take over her body, I found it unbelievably hot to watch him run her hands all over her body while he made her wear those tight clothes. But that night, it got even better. As I walked into the bedroom, there was Stephanie in a thong. She didn’t look at me, but just kept running a hand over her bare ass that had the thinnest silk thread wedged deep between her cheeks. I wanted to go pull it out with my teeth, but before I did that, I had to get things out in the open. “Tyson, I know you’ve hopped my wife.” Steph didn’t freeze, or seem surprised in any way as she continued to move seductively. She grinned back at me. “Oh, you THINK so? Maybe your wife had a conversation with your best friend, and he let her in on the fact that he can possess people, and she decided to pretend that he was inside her to see how you’d react.” This threw me for a loop. I’d been so sure, but, could this all be an act? That Stephanie was only PRETENDING to be hopped by Tyson? Not knowing was driving me wild with lust, and my wife’s eyes took notice of the growing bulge between my legs. “Mm, looks like someone’s popped up to say hello.” She gave her ass a playful slap and said, “Why don’t you stick that dick between these cheeks while you wonder whether your hopper friend is inside this body. You can call me Tyson if you want, or Steph, whatever makes you the hardest.” I ended up calling her both names before the night was over.

@XxkevozxX thank you so much! My faves are also darker, and I’m a big fan of combining bully and incest elements when I can.

I’d never been to a soul swapper party, but my new girlfriend Rachel had. During the our first weeks of dating, she talked about them a lot. How fun and sexy they were, and how much she really wanted to take me to one. When I told her I wasn’t interested, she gave me a world class blowjob that changed my mind. So now I’m at this party in this big fancy house in a room full of 50 or more people that look like they’ve done this before. The sexual energy in the room was off the charts and nothing was even happening yet. Other than getting your soul temporarily swapped into someone else’s body, I didn’t really know what to expect. The owner of the house started making his way through the guests, handing out blindfolds. Rachel explained to me that’s how the soul swapping magic worked. Rachel led me over to the guy and introduced me. “Hey,” she said shyly as she accepted a blindfold, “I brought someone.” She nodded at me.” His name is Kevin.” The man looked me over with a smirk and said, “That didn’t take long.” To me he gave a smooth, “I’m Lucas. Glad Rachel here could convince you to come. Have a blindfold.” He leaned in real close and says, “Make sure you leave it on while the soul swap is in session.” I looked at the silk blindfold in my hand and asked the obvious question. “Or what?” He grinned wickedly and said, “Or else you might get stuck.” He winked at my girlfriend, and walked away. I should have left right there, but my girlfriend said quickly, “Don’t worry babe. Just be sure to leave it on. It’ll be so fun, and…I’ll reward you as soon as it’s over.” My eyes stayed on Lucas as he worked his way to the crowd. “Didn’t you go out with a Lucas before me?” Rachel looked at him too, and I didn’t see the loathing in her eyes, but heard her mutter, “Not by choice.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but then Lucas was announcing in a loud voice, “Blindfolds on!” Lucas laughed. When I hesitated, Rachel grabbed mine and put it over my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For what?” I asked. But before she could answer, I felt the ground shift under my feet. This was my soul being whipped from my body and slammed into another vessel. I called out, “Rachel?” But it wasn’t my voice. It was that of my girlfriend’s. I was in HER body. “Rachel!” I repeated, but I was drowned out by the sounds of other voices around me as they began to moan and talk about exploring their new bodies. I wanted to as well. The feel of Rachel’s boobs hanging from my chest. The emptiness between my legs that was begging to be touched. I was so horny all of a sudden. This had to be part of the magic. I was about to touch myself when a strong hand grabbed my wrist and began pulling me through the room. This person’s strides were so sure that I knew he didn’t have a blindfold on. “Who are you?” I asked. “Lucas,” he replied. He led me up a flight of stairs, and I eventually heard a door shut behind me. What Lucas said next chilled me to the bone. “Rachel, or the man inside Rachel, must have used her body well to get you to one of my parties so quickly. Did she suck your cock? Fuck you?” I felt his hands pull down the dress that Rachel wore and begin to paw at my new curves. Arousal flooded through me as Lucas kept on. “Two months ago he told me he’d never be able to have sex with a man, other than me of course, but it’s amazing how desperate he became, wanting to be a man again. That’s the part I love the most. The desperation.” I needed to run, to get away, but how could I when I couldn’t see? Plus my knees were weak from the lust that seemed to emanate from every place Lucas caressed me. “You’ll long for me, but you’ll want to be a man again. All you have to do, is bring me one, and offer them up to me, like ‘Rachel’ did tonight.” He pushed me to the floor, and I felt him roughly move the thong Rachel wore aside, and thrust into me. It felt so foreign, but so good, and I pushed back, helping him go deeper. As I felt the sensation of my boobs beginning to sway back and forth, I said as defiantly as I could, “I’m not gonna play your sick game.” Lucas just laughed and said, “We’ll see.” And then he removed the blindfold, and I saw my ex girlfriend, which was now fully me, getting fucked, and trying as hard as I could not to like it. I’ll have to find another guy to come here. It shouldn’t be too difficult with a gorgeous body like Rachel’s.

I was going to be valedictorian of my graduating class, but good grades didn’t keep me from being broke. I needed some spending money, so shortly after I found out I was a bodyhopper, I began hopping classmates to help them ace tests. It was slow going at first, but then a friend suggested I just hop the teacher so I could give multiple people a passing grade all at once. I wasn’t so sure, but when all my clients chipped in at the same time so they could pass Mrs. Nelson’s midterm, how could I say no? On the day of the test, I hopped her between classes. Now I’m in a restroom, trying to psyche myself up. I’ve never been in a woman’s body before. I found myself wanting to explore her pretty figure. Everyone’s in class, waiting for me to hand out the test, but…they can wait a little longer. I took off her blouse, and hungrily watched her reflection in the mirror as I pulled off her bra. Wow! Mrs. Nelson is stacked! They feel good too! The guys in my class would pay so much to see these puppies. And even more if I let them touch them. Maybe I should rethink my business plan.

@Cindy thank you! I’ll be putting out plenty more over the next several weeks.

@XxkevozxX just one of my many kinks.