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.

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…

I’ve found a way to make my husband accept my online shopping addiction. We recently got a very attractive delivery driver. I’ll astral project into her when she arrives. I’ll unbutton the top buttons of her uniform to give my man that cleavage he loves to stare at so much, then I’ll pilot her body to the door and ring the bell. My husband will answer, and then I’ll say something like, “Here’s your wife’s package, sir. Do you have a package for me? Ooh, you sure do. Mm, it’s a BIG one! I can’t wait to get my hands on it. And my mouth.” Now my husband begs me to buy something online at least once a week. Guess he’s got an addiction of his own now.

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.”

I keep having the same dream. In it, my best friend and I get taken to a haunted house where our bodies get possessed by horny ghosts. They keep us in a state of arousal, and we’re made to give our bodies to a string of big cocks. Every time I climax, the ghost gets ejected from my body because of the pleasure. And that’s when I wake up. And it’s not a dream. It’s really happening. I’m on all fours. My friend is next to me, and we’re both getting fucked. The cock ramming my pussy feels enormous. Panic hits me, and I want to get away. And then I shudder as the ghost flies back into my body, and my eyes roll back in my head as it possesses me all over again. I no longer want to get away, because this is a dream. A dream I’ve had many, many times.

My wife had crossed every single person on the list I’d compiled for Guess Whose Pussy. Family. Friends. Neighbors. Acquaintances. The cute barista at the local coffee shop. We’d completely exhausted all viable options for people we both knew, and I thought that was going to be it. But then my wife, my brilliant, sexy, bodyhopping wife suggested we simply play a new variant of the game. I still wear the blindfold. I still wait in horny anticipation for my wife to come home in a different body every day, but it’s not a pussy that I’m guessing now. We’ve begun playing Guess Whose Mouth. It’s harder actually, because my wife’s blowjob technique is mainly the same in each body. It’s all about the tongue, the length, the thickness, and the scant few other details I’m able to gather. Like the hair that brushes against my balls. I’ve to where I can tell if it’s straight or curly. Everything is a clue. I still only guess right less than half the time, but I don’t care, I’m having too much fun. “Is it your mom? No, your sister again? My sister?” She garbles something, which I think was her telling me that I only get one guess. “Fine, your mom.” That idea alone makes me nut in her mouth. She swallows it, then laughs as she takes the blindfold off, showing me the hot body of my cousin. “My mom, huh?” she teases. “I don’t think I’ve ever sucked your dick with her mouth. I’m turned on just thinking about it.” What’s great is after we go through the list of different bodies with this variant, Jen promised we’ll start playing Guess Whose Asshole next!
The end.

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

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.

We called that last round of Guess Whose Pussy a draw since Jen gave the answer away by getting loud in my niece’s body. My wife had given in to all the hidden lust my niece had felt about me, and it made her cum so many times. But her having been my niece meant she couldn’t hop somebody else from my family again until she won another round. I thought we’d wait another week before we played again, but in just a couple of days, my wife called me on the phone as I was leaving work. “I’m bringing home a pussy tonight you’re gonna love, but I’m worried you won’t last long if you get to touch such a hot body, so I’m gonna tie you up. Be ready in bed in 30 minutes.” Before I could comment, she hung up. Needless to say, I was blindfolded and ready to go at the appointed time. I heard her come in, and noted that her body was heavier than my niece’s, but not by much. I heard the sounds of rope against the headboard as my wife prepared the restraints, then a strong feminine hand grasped my wrist and slipped my hand through a knot. She pulled it tight, then did the same to my other hand, spreading my arms out wide. Instead of mounting me as she usually did, I felt a very sexy ass rub against my abs. She wasn’t naked, because I felt the thread of what I assumed was a thong against my dick as it was wedged between her cheeks. It was a tight ass. This girl was fit. I really wanted to touch her, but could only lay there and let my wife have her way with me. I heard the gentle rustling of her shifting the front of her panties aside, and then she put me inside her. She would grind on my cock a little, then bounce. Whoever this person was, my wife was learning a thing or two from her, because Jen was working this body in a way she never had from any of her other mounts. “Is it your best friend, Samantha?” I asked. “No,” she said, and I didn’t recognize the voice immediately. “It’s gotta be someone I know, Jen,” I protested. “But you do know her,” she said. “It’s my former college roommate, Cynthia. You remember, the cheerleader.” My dick twitched as she went on. “Did you know she never used her degree? Someone suggested she make risque content online, and now she gets paid very well for it. With this body I can see why. How does it feel, baby, to know that you’re basically fucking a porn star right now?”

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

My wife Jen is a bodyhopper, and the horniest person I’ve ever met. She loves possessing women I’d find attractive and bringing them home, then riding my dick till I can’t move. But yesterday, she suggested playing a game. I thought she meant like, sex jenga or something, but then she handed me a wrapped gift box. Inside was just a blindfold. “When I text you tomorrow, I want you to get your cock out, put this blindfold on, and wait for me on the couch.” I licked my lips and said, “And…then what?” She giggled and replied, “Then we play ‘guess whose pussy?’ I put your cock inside a mystery pussy, and you gotta figure out who in your life it belongs to. And no touching!” This kept getting better and better. “And what do I get if I’m right?” She bit her lip and said, “I let you do the other two holes before I take them back.” I pumped my arm at this, because she didn’t like using her mouth or ass, even if strictly speaking they didn’t belong to her. “But,” she continued, “if you’re wrong, I get to hop a person of my choice that’s on your off limits list.” That calmed me down in a hurry. When she told me she was a hopper, I’d set some ground rules if we were gonna stay together. One was, no family. She’d countered with no one from MY family, which honestly was fine by me. She’s got some hot family members. But I gotta say, this sounded like an incredibly hot game, so I agreed, and we shook on it. Shortly after I got home from work that next day, I got a text from Jan telling me to get ready. I tore off my clothes, sat on the couch, and put the blindfold on. Then I waited. And waited. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard our door open. “Jan, that you?” I called. I was hoping she would say something, anything, which would give me a clue, but I was met with only silence, and then quiet footfalls as she walked through the living room. She stepped between my spread legs, and I felt the smoothness of stockings. Since I couldn’t see or use my hands, my other senses kicked into high gear, feeding me as much information as possible. I felt the weight of her as she sank down, the curve of her butt. She was thicker than a lot of the petite women my wife usually wore. She promised it’d be someone I knew, so I began making a mental list in my mind of which one this could be. It was hard to concentrate though as her hand guided my hard dick inside her pussy. It was so warm and wet, and not too tight. This pussy got regular use. I felt heavy, soft boobs press against me, and long hair brush against my face.

A face pops into my head. One that seems like it’d be a match given everything I could feel. As my wife slowly rides me, I say, “Are you inside your sister, Rebecca?” She laughed, and I didn’t immediately recognize the sound. “Nope,” she cooed into my ear. “I thought you might think that though, that’s why I chose this body. It belongs to your professor you had the hots for back in college.” I was breathing so hard now, and thrusting my hips upwards, going deeper into who I now knew was a very hot woman. But still, I didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of guessing her. “I haven’t seen her for five years! That’s really hard!” She licked my earlobe and said playfully, “It sure is. Harder than usual I’d say. And I never promised it’d be easy. Looks like I get to pick someone from your family now, maybe for next time.” I gasped at the possibilities. “You…you want to do this again?” In response, I felt my professor’s cunt flex around my shaft. “Do you want to?” she moaned. Even though I knew what this might lead to I didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely!”

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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.”

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.”

It is so easy to make money as a hopper, especially if you’re willing to break the law. My hubby and I have a nice little scam we like to do in city after city. We find a woman that has a rich father. They’re fairly easy to spot based on their car and handbag. I’ll hop her, and then my husband will take us to a fancy hotel where he’ll enthusiastically fuck me. He always loves fucking me in a new body. He records us doing it, making sure the camera doesn’t see his face, just his big cock as it thrusts into her holes. Afterwards I’ll send the spicy video to the father’s phone, and the info to an offshore account. We’ll let him stew on this for a couple hours while I shower and order room service. Then when my man is ready to go again, I’ll make the call. I like having my hubby inside me when I do. It really adds something when the father can HEAR his daughter getting fucked while I make the demands. As I’m getting pounded away, I let the poor guy know, “Hey, I’ve hopped your daughter, and I’m going to make a shit ton more videos like the one we sent you unless you wire us a million dollars to the following account.” Here is where I lay it on thick by talking in their daughter’s sweetest voice. The one the spoiled princess uses when they really want something.” “Please, Daddy. Please send the money so I can come home to you soon. I love getting fucked, but I just miss you so much!” They always promise to do whatever I ask after that. “Aw, thanks Daddy. You’re the best! Don’t forget if you tell anyone or try to find the people responsible, they’ll show the video of me online. It’s a good performance. I came so many times.” I always wonder if the dads on the other end get hard hearing their daughter getting fucked, and it’s this thought that sends me over the edge. “Oh fuck, this big dick feels so good inside me. I’m about to cum Daddy! I…I…I love youuuuuu!” They never hang up as I climax on the phone with them. An hour later, we have the money, and then we’re on our way to a new city.

My sister Jill’s best friend is gorgeous. Her name is Nadia, and I’ve had a crush on her for as long as I could remember. I finally confessed this to my sister, and Jill got real excited by the possibility of us getting together. “I think you’d be a real cute couple. You should definitely ask her out!” Bolster by her encouragement, I asked Nadia out a week later. She didn’t seem too enthused at the prospect, but she did say yes. I think she did it as a favor to my sister. I was determined to make the most of it though, and per Jill’s suggestion, I took Nadia on a picnic date at a scenic and secluded spot. I laid out the blanket and tried making small talk, but Nadia remained aloof. She kept checking her phone and clearly didn’t want to be here with me. I got a text from my sister asking how it was going. I replied that Nadia didn’t seem too into me. “Gimme a sec,” came Jill’s quick reply. Less than a minute later, my crush shuddered, grinned, and began quickly taking off her clothes. “Maybe this will help, bro,” Nadia said. “Fuck me while I’m astral projecting into her, and when I leave, she’ll think it was her idea.” I know Jill can project her consciousness into people, but she’s never done anything like this. I want to protest, to tell her how wrong this is. But the second I see Nadia’s big boobs, I forget all that, and begin stripping my clothes off too. Nadia giggled as my dick came into view. “Don’t look!” I snapped, knowing my sister was seeing it. “Relax,” she said as she spread Nadia’s legs. “I’ve seen it PLENTY of times. Didn’t you wonder why you have a craving for gay porn every so often.” I cannot believe what my sister just said. I plunged into Nadia’s wet pussy, and for a few minutes it’s only moans and grunts, until I finally asked, “Are you saying you project into me sometimes and use my dick to masturbate.” Nadia just smiled up at me and winked. “Speed up, bro. I’ll make her think you’re an amazing lover. And that it was her idea to cum on her big tits.” “You want me to what?!” I panted. “Well you can’t cum inside me while I’m in here,” Jill explained, “Or I could get stuck. So paint her chest.” The thought of Jill being stuck inside the woman I wanted to date was enough to make me pull out at that instant. I positioned my cock next to her face, and her hand stroked me as I jizzed all over Nadia’s boobs. “Good boy,” she purred. “With the way I’m gonna make her remember this, she’s gonna be begging you for a second date.”

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

While she was in the bathroom, my wife’s phone buzzed. I glanced at it, and saw it was a text from an unknown number. My wife and I don’t have secrets, or so I thought, so I checked it. It was a question. How about this weekend? Wanting to know the context, I scrolled up and read the message my wife had sent an hour ago. My blood ran cold as I read, I want to feel your big thick cock up my ass. My wife was cheating on me. I scrolled more, reading quickly, about this guy who had a dick so big she couldn’t stop thinking about it and how it was so much better than my own. I heard the toilet flush. I turned off her phone, and shoved it deep into the couch. I tried to quiet the betrayal I felt in my heart and layered a placid expression on my face. I acted like nothing was wrong, and when I could, I retrieved her phone and left to run an errand. I sent a text to her secret lover, getting the time and place, then I went to a magic shop to purchase a possession spell. It cost a pretty penny, but I wasn’t thinking about the money. I was thinking about ambushing my wife’s lover with her own body. I wanted to see this jerk, wanted to compare him to me. Surely he wasn’t THAT great. When I got home, I held up my wife’s phone and told her, “I know.” She looked horrified and began speaking quickly, “You don’t understand! That man, he-” But I cut her off. “I’ll find out for myself,” and then I said the spell. It was jarring to suddenly be in her body, but I managed it until the time of their rendezvous at the hotel. I expected the anger I had towards this man to grow every second I was with him, but that was not the case. The moment I saw him was the moment I felt like I was under a spell HE had cast. His smile stole my breath away. Made it hard for me to think. I wanted to tell him off, to yell at him for ruining my marriage, but instead I was passionately kissing him and undressing my wife’s body the second we got into the room. “Let me give you what you asked for,” he said, and I felt myself laying down on the bed, turning my wife’s butt towards him. And then I felt his cock slide between her cheeks. I couldn’t think for myself after that. And when he grabs my wife’s hair and pulls it, I can’t get enough as I push myself back onto his big thick cock again and again. I owe my wife an apology, cause I totally get it now.

My dad needed an assistant for his duplication machine, and being the daughter who always sought his praise, I volunteered. We hooked up little nodules to a potato, in the hopes of creating a duplicate of it. When nothing happened, my father kept increasing the power, but finally, he decided it was time to call it quits. I went to remove the wires, and heard him shout no as I touched them. I heard a loud rattle, and turned just in time to see his machine send out a glowing pulse that went throughout the house. Then the machine exploded. “Denise? Denise are you okay?” I awoke to my own face looking down anxiously at me. “Denise, it’s me. It’s Dad.” After determining that I was okay, he went on to explain that his machine had made everyone in a 5 mile radius turn into an identical copy of me. I couldn’t believe it, and I raced upstairs and found two other me’s sitting on the couch. One gave me a worried expression, so, my mom, and the other looked up from his phone long enough to shoot daggers at me, so that was obviously my snarky brother Jayden. He was busy texting his girlfriend a few houses down what had happened, and she was at our house a few minutes later laughing at the whole thing. Most people affected assumed my dad would be able to fix it quickly, but it’s been a few weeks now and no progress has been made. People have begun to acclimate though, and I think I’m the only person really offended by what I see other people doing with my body, especially the people in my own home. I just walked into the bathroom and saw my brother and his girlfriend taking a shower together. “Relax,” my brother say. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” As if I haven’t heard that joke a million times by now. “You do know how wrong this looks!” I yell, as my brother smirks and begins soaping up his girlfriend’s body, which looks exactly like MY body. I watch them kiss, two identical versions of my mouth coming together as my brother’s hand keeps exploring. “You can stay and watch,” his girlfriend finally said. “Or you can join. It shouldn’t be a big deal, cause we’re all you. It’ll be a selfcest threeway.” I left and slammed the door in disgust, hearing the sounds of my own voice laughing at my departure, and then the inevitable moaning. Dad had better fix this soon!

Daisy was such a good dog, and it broke my wife and I’s hearts when she got hit by that car. Jessica wanted me to bury her in the woods beyond our property, but I wouldn’t. I told her there was a superstition that if you bury something there, it doesn’t stay dead. That made her want to bury Daisy there all the more. So one night later, after I was asleep, Jessica took Daisy out to the pet cemetery and laid her to rest. But Daisy didn’t rest long. Turns out, she did come back, but not in the way I was expecting. I woke up that next morning to her licking my face like she used to do. I went to push her off, but realized it was my wife, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and smiling happily at me. Then she barked at me. When she did, she seemed to come to her senses. She covered her mouth with her hand to make herself stop barking, then said, “I…I don’t know what’s the matter with me?” She got down on all fours and went to go get a drink from Daisy’s water dish. Over the next few days, we learned that the dog’s soul fused with my wife’s. Sometimes Daisy was in control, sometimes Jessica, but most of the time, it’s a blend. That’s why Jessica can’t stop buying leashes, begging me for walks, and giving me puppy dog eyes till I mount her.