Possession Portal

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.

I’ve been hanging out with Nick a lot lately. He’s a tall, good looking guy that I’m sure would make a lot of girls swoon, but I’ve never felt that way about him, which is sad, cause I’m pretty sure he’s got a crush on me. I’ve always been adept at keeping people in the friend zone though, for as long as I can. But eventually, they make their feelings known, and for Nick, today is that day. Now I have to explain things to him. That it’s not him, it’s me, but…not in the way he probably thinks. I have to keep EVERYONE in the friend zone. Guys, girls, everyone because none of them interest me. He gently pressed for more info, trying to understand. He asked me if I’m asexual, and that’s when I confessed my kink. The only person that turns me on is…me. I am a narcissist that gets super horny just looking at my own body in a mirror. Instead of laughing or making fun, Nick looked hopeful, like I’d in some way made him think he had a chance. “Would you kiss yourself if you could?” he asked. That made ME laugh. “Of course,” I said wistfully. “But that’s never gonna happen.” Nick stood and said, “Never say never.” And then I watched as his body began to morph from a tall, muscular guy, to a slender female with long hair that looked… JUST. LIKE. ME. “I don’t usually tell people this,” he explained, “but I’m a shapeshifter.” My heart began to pound as he brought his face, MY FACE, closer. Within kissing distance. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned forward, closing the gap, and began kissing myself. We began to move together through my apartment, refusing to detach from each other’s soft lips. When we arrived in my bedroom, we shed our clothes, and began having the best and longest makeout session of my life. If Nick does this all the time, he’s forever removed from the friend zone.

“Wake up!” Topher yelled at the couple slumbering in one of his guest rooms.

Frank groggily registered the man, and tried to protest. “What? Why? It’s dark out.”

“This isn’t a hotel, Frank” Topher snapped. “Everyone else split half an hour ago. So get your shit, and get out.”

“But I paid for a longer sticker,” Frank argued.

“That doesn’t mean you live here. And you don’t want to be here when she…when, never mind. Just hurry up and leave.”

“What time is it?” Kim’s voice asked.

Frank looked at his phone. “Almost 4am. C’mon, grab Kim’s clothes and purse and let’s go.”

“Where? I can’t go back to my dorm like this,” Steven/Kim whined.

Frank frowned as he threw his clothes on. “How about I get us a hotel. That way we can keep…you know.”

Steven felt Kim’s face get hot. Was he blushing? Did he actually want more of this? “I…I feel gross.” It was true. The sex had been a workout, and there was sweat in areas Steve had never had to worry about before.

“You just need a shower and a change of clothes. Tell you what. How about I take you to your dorm and you pack a bag, and then-”

“I just told you I’m not going to my dorm like this!”

“Not your dorm. Kim’s dorm. Get something clean for her to wear for…a bit longer.”

Steve noticed that Frank had trailed off. The sticker lasted only 24 hours. Did Frank want him to reuse it when the time was up? Steve didn’t want that. 90 seconds was fine, very fine. 24 hours was almost too much. To go another round for that long was out of the question. But why did the thought of it make his pussy tingle?

“I guess,” Steven/Kim finally agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, Frank pulled up to Kim’s dorm. “She’s room 337. Her key is in her purse, but it probably won’t be locked if her roommate’s there.”

“She’s got a roommate?”

“Yeah. Sasha, a senior. Hm, you know, that’s something weird actually. I thought she would have been at the party tonight. Kim only came because Sasha told her she’d be there. Kim likes to have someone to socialize with other than me. She tried to make me leave early when Sasha was a no show. Man, to think I almost missed all this?”

“Her name’s Sasha.”

“Yeah.”

“And they’re like, best friends or whatever?” Steven/Kim asked worriedly.

Frank gave a sharp laugh. “Well, I know Sasha would like to be more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she’s into chicks. She’s hit on Kim more than once, which has annoyed the hell out of her. But they still get along real well mostly, I think.”

“You think?”

“Well, Kim does complain about her a lot to me. But if I try to say anything negative about her, she’ll defend her and tell me to shut up.”

“Women,” Steven/Kim said with a head shake.

They both laughed.

Steven/Kim proceeded to open the door. There was a brief pause, then Kim’s face looked back at Frank with a raised eyebrow, “Any requests?”

“What do you mean?”

Kim’s face blushed. “Like, is there any particular outfit you want to see her in?”

Frank sat up straighter and was suddenly all business. “Yes! She’s got a red thong that…but also this blue bra that makes her tits look-oh wait! There’s this black latex number. She’s only ever worn it once, when we were first dating. It was the whole package. Made her body look dynamite. I’d love to see her in that again.”

Kim’s soft laughter filled the car. “Okay. A red thong, blue bra. And black latex. See you in a few.”

Frank watched her ass sashay away. It was very early. He was still tired. But he knew it was going to be a good day. The thought of Steve leaving Kim’s body later today was a very unfortunate prospect in the back of his mind. Kim’s laughter just then had been so much nicer than her usual, mocking laugh that was usually directed towards him. He’d hear it again soon enough though. But he didn’t have to think about that now. He distracted himself easily enough by fantasizing about how Kim had looked in that black latex.

Steven found Kim’s room with no trouble. It was a different building, but his dorm was laid out much the same way. He checked the doorknob, and sure enough, it was unlocked. The door opened into a dark room, and Steve could only make out vague shapes from the glow of the lights in the hallway.

He must have stood there for a little too long, because a woman’s voice yelled from inside, “Close the door!”

“Right!” Steven/Kim said in a loud whisper, as he ushered himself inside and shut the door with more force than he intended. “Sorry.”

There was no response, so he quietly made his way to the middle of the room. Kim’s feet tripped on a shoe. Steven recovered quickly, but then gasped and swore as he discovered a hard corner that belonged to a chair. This was not going well. How was he supposed to pack a bag in a dark room he’d never been in before. He needed light. He reached back into the purse and extracted Kim’s phone. He turned on the flashlight app. It lit up the small room, and he quickly turned it back off again. He had his bearings though, and he moved to the dresser that he was pretty sure belonged to Kim.

He pulled open the top drawer, and Kim’s hands touched silk. He was touching her panties. Steve felt the familiar tingle in Kim’s crotch. It had never really gone away, not since possessing her body with the 24 hour sticker. He told himself it was why he was okay with…with letting Frank do things to him.

He turned the light back on and peered inside, rummaging around as best he could. He found the red thong right away. It had a lace trim around the front, and was practically see through in the middle. The back was just a piece of floss. Steve didn’t relish having that bit of fabric up his ass, but figured that argument didn’t hold sway after he’d had a dick in his pussy.

He grabbed a few other things, like socks, a couple bras. He didn’t see a blue bra though. He opened the next drawer and found shirts. He pulled out a few, putting them on top of the dresser. He was going to need a bag to carry this stuff. The next two drawers had more shirts, towels, and an orange bikini. He took the bikini. He was about to look elsewhere for the black latex and a bag, when that same girl’s voice interrupted his search.

“You might as well turn the light on. I’m wide awake thanks to your phone and all the noise you keep making.”

“Sorry,” Kim’s voice whispered. “Do you know where a bag is?”

“You don’t have to whisper dummy.” The girl’s voice suddenly took on a tone of excitement. “I tried to wait up for you, but didn’t make it. Tell me all about the party!”

“The party?” Steven/Kim asked meekly.

The woman Steven only knew as Sasha got up quickly from the bed and turned on the light. She looked at her roommate with curious excitement. Sasha had expected Kim to yell at her for not being there. What she wouldn’t tell Kim was that she had no intention of ever being at that particular party. “Yeah. The fucking party. The one at Topher’s I said you needed to go to. I know you went, cause you texted me like ten times asking where I was.”

Steven wasn’t sure how to respond at first. The girl seemed ready for a fight. “Uh, yeah. You were supposed to be there, weren’t you? Why didn’t you show?”

Sasha suddenly moved very close to Kim, and examined her with a piercing stare. “Something came up,” she lied. “How come you’re not angry? I expected you to launch into a tirade at me the second you got home. But you didn’t. You came stumbling in here in the dark, trying to be all quiet and shit.”

“Uh, oh, I…I am pissed. Very pissed,” Kim/Steven said as he attempted and failed and making Kim seem angry. For good measure, he stepped back and lightly punched Sasha’s shoulder. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

Any distance that remained between them vanished. Steve could feel Sasha’s breath on Kim’s lips. He could smell the mouthwash she must have used before going to bed. He could feel her smaller breasts push up against his own. His own breathing quickened.

“Gee, Kim,” Sasha whispered coolly. “You’re not acting like yourself right now.”

Steven tried to move back, but bumped up against the dresser. “Uh, I’m just really tired.”

“That’s never stopped you from bitching at me before. You yell at me if I borrow your clothes, or leave stuff on the floor, or about a million other things. And you especially hate it if I leave you high and dry at a party. But here you are, not even angry.” She saw Kim about to protest and stopped her by putting a hand on her cheek. “No, you’re not angry, so don’t even try. I think you’re feeling something else, because you are someone else.”

Why did she have to be so close? “What?” Kim sputtered.

“Shh,” Sasha purred while her hand slid down the length of Kim’s arm. “Let me tell you why I think that. You see, I’ve been to one of Topher’s extra special parties before. Not the usual kind with the alcohol and mind altering substances, but the kind where people get a little more…possessive.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Kim’s voice squeaked.

“And I bet as hot as you are, that you got passed around like a party favor, didn’t you? I bet you can barely remember what happened there, can you? I know I sure couldn’t when I went last year.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Kim agreed quickly. “Yeah, I can’t remember.”

“And judging by your behavior, I’d say you were so popular, that someone went and bought a day pass to wear you home, didn’t they?” Sasha watched as Kim just stood there with her mouth agape. “And based on your silence, I’d say I’m absolutely correct!” She stepped back from her roommate and twirled around in a celebratory fashion. “This is fantastic! I knew you’d get possessed, but to get worn home! Ha! That happened to me too! Remember when I was acting all strange that one day last October? No, of course you wouldn’t. You’re not really here. This is awesome. I can say anything and do anything right now, and she won’t remember it!”

“No, I…I guess she won’t.”

“This is too perfect. Who’s inside you right now? It’s not her boyfriend, is it? Is it you, Frank? Did you possess your hot girlfriend so you could feel her tits whenever you wanted?”

“No. But Frank was the one who got me the sticker. He asked me to use it on her and…”

Sasha’s eyebrows went up. “Whoa. That’s fucked up. I knew their relationship was on the rocks, but damn! Can’t totally blame him though. She can be a real pain sometimes. So, who’s in there then?” She asked as she peered closer. Then she changed her mind and backed away. “You know what, I don’t want to know. Just tell me if you’re a girl or a guy.”

Steven shrugged Kim’s shoulders. “A guy.”

Sasha nodded. “Excellent. That means you’ll be up for whatever perverted stuff I come up with.” Sasha reached out with both hands and proceeded to fondle Kim’s boobs through her shirt. “You’ve probably already squeezed these a bunch, haven’t you?”

Steven really liked the direction this conversation had taken. “Uh, yeah.”

“Of course you have,” Sasha said with a greedy smile. “You know, I’ve tried this with the real Kim before, once when she was really drunk. She let me grope her for almost a minute. I got her bra off, and began to pinch and squeeze her titties. And then she pulled away. Then the bitch had the nerve to laugh in my face and call me a stupid dyke. She told me nothing would ever happen between me and her, and laughs at me if I ever look at her a second too long. But you won’t laugh at me tonight, will you, Kim?”

Steven could barely hear her. He was so distracted by this hot girl’s hands on his boobs. “Laugh at what?”

Sasha giggled, then gently pulled Kim’s shirt over her head. “Will you tell me to stop fondling you, or stop me from doing this?”

“Stop you from-” That was all Steven had time for before Sasha’s mouth cut off any more words. She kissed Steven/Kim passionately for a full minute. While she did, she let her hands roam over her roommate’s body. A gentle caress here, a sharp squeeze there. When it ended, Steve/Kim was breathless.

Sasha whispered into Kim’s ear, “I’ve seen Kim’s body naked in this room, quite often. I’ve thought about touching it. Letting my hands wander over it. I’m real glad someone used a day pass on you.”

“Why’d you kiss…”

“Because I can,” Sasha winked. Then she began to take off Kim’s pants. “The real Kim likes to be in control. Likes to tell everyone what to do and when to do it. But right now, you’ll let me be in charge, won’t you?”

Kim’s head slowly nodded at the girl who had sunk to her knees and was kissing her tight stomach. “But…Frank’s waiting for me outside.”

Sasha giggled, and then gave a lecherous smile. “Well, tell that hot boyfriend of yours to come on up.”

“But I thought…why would you want him to…”

“Well that’s where Kim always got it right. Sure, I’ve always lusted after her, but I play for both teams.”

Steven thought he had died and gone to heaven. Then he realized Frank would think the same thing, especially if… “Uh, before I call him, can you tell me where Kim’s black latex outfit is?”

To be continued…

Ryan lay panting and sweaty next to Bailey, the girl of his dreams. The girl he had met at orientation at college. Who he had been smitten with the moment she spoke to him. The girl who he believed had permanently friendzoned him. He had gotten to see her naked and touch her perfect body. He had been inside of her. It was everything he had ever hoped for. This should have been the start of their timeless romance.

The problem was, it hadn’t really been her. Thanks to Topher’s possession sticker, it had been some random girl he only knew as Tabitha. She had found Bailey, placed the sticker on her, and possessed her body. Then she had tricked Ryan into thinking she was really Bailey, and fucked him.

What made it worse, what kept him from reveling in the afterglow, was that when he had discovered the ruse mid sex, he hadn’t stopped it. All he saw was Bailey’s body, her face looking back at him, telling him it was okay to fuck her, telling him to cum inside her pussy. So he did. He didn’t fight her, or argue, or protest. He let her keep riding him, let her keep his dick deep inside her, until she got her wish.

But now he couldn’t enjoy the afterglow. His mind was wracked with guilt and questions of what had just transpired. Had he betrayed Bailey by sleeping with her body while she was unawares? Would she hate him for it? Why did Tabitha trick him like that? She had seemed to have a crush on him, but to go this far. And how come she had been able to stay in Bailey’s body past the sticker’s 90 second window?

All this crossed his mind as Bailey’s naked body snuggled up next to him under the sheets of the bed. She was so soft, so perfect. He had felt every inch of her skin. As she continued to press up against him, Ryan could feel his dick try to rally. But his conscience tugged at him. He pushed away from her and sat up on the bed.

Tabitha/Bailey sneered at him. “What’s up with you? I thought you’d be down to cuddle with your crush after.”

Ryan tried to quell his anger as he looked back at her. Bailey had never looked at him that way before. “How are you still in Bailey’s body?”

“This body?” Tabitha teased as she threw back the sheet that had been covering her. She put a hand on her face and slid it down the length of Bailey’s body. She watched as Ryan’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the movements of her fingers as they caressed the soft skin she temporarily inhabited.

Tabitha could see that Ryan really had it bad for this girl. It was probably why the sex had been so good. She had thought he was cute before, but it was so hot the way he had looked at her when he thought she was Bailey. Then the way his face had contorted in shame and betrayal when he realized Bailey wasn’t really present. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself. He just kept looking at her face, her body. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from cumming inside her. It had given Tabitha the best orgasm she’d ever had. She definitely wanted at least one more go with him.

Ryan’s mouth had come open as he watched Tabitha continually trace the contours of Bailey’s skin. He stood there transfixed, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe. But his shame gave him the resolve he needed. “Answer the question!”

Tabitha rolled Bailey’s eyes. “Geez, lighten up. I paid Topher for a possession sticker that lasts a little longer, that’s all.”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “How much longer?”

Tabitha hesitated for a second. She didn’t have to tell him 24 hours. He wasn’t there when she bought the sticker. She could say anything, and use it to her advantage. “For eight hours. That means you can have your crush’s body all night long.”

“Eight hours?” Ryan muttered quietly. That was too long. He needed Tabitha to get out sooner than later. He needed to keep her from doing anything scandalous in Bailey’s body, or sleeping with someone else. Or…sleeping with him again. He’d have to rebuff her advances. He could this time. He knew better now, he told himself.

Bailey’s eyes challenged his thought process, as they looked him over predatorily. She smiled sweetly and stood up. She walked around the bed, and Tabitha appreciated that Ryan drank in every bit of her movement. She stopped in front of him and put her arms around his neck. She looked up at him and asked innocently, “You will fuck me again, won’t you? This could be your last chance to ravish this body, and I promise I’ll let you do anything you want to me…to her.”

Ryan felt like an alien ship had locked onto him with a tractor beam. He couldn’t move, couldn’t break away from what came next. He stood as still as a statue as Bailey’s lips drew close to his. His dick jumped slightly as Bailey’s tongue entered his mouth and connected with his own. Is this how Bailey would really kiss? Would she use her tongue the same way? Did it matter? Couldn’t he just stop thinking and go along with it for eight hours? No. No! He was her friend! And if he ever wanted to be more than that, he needed to stop Tabitha from using her body further. But how?

He ended the kiss abruptly, and stepped back from her. “I think…uh, we should leave the party first.”

Tabitha nodded Bailey’s head. “Yeah, that’d be alright. I can’t possess anyone else for the time being, and I’d like a shower. Let’s head back to my place.”

“Your place?” Ryan asked worriedly. “Won’t your roommate think it’s weird when you come walking in with someone else’s body?”

Tabitha laughed. It was different than how Bailey would laugh, Ryan noticed. It was Bailey’s voice, but the laugh was sharper, shorter, and less pleasant than how she normally sounded.

“I live off campus. My parents are kind of loaded and they lease a single bedroom apartment for me. You don’t have to worry about any roommate awkwardness. We’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”

Ryan gulped, but then a thought occurred to him. He remembered Topher’s explanation of the possession stickers’ rules. They only worked in this house. If they left, Tabitha would be forced out of Bailey’s body. “Yeah, sure,” he nodded eagerly. “Let’s go to your place.”

As they put their clothes back on, Ryan’s eyes kept drifting to Bailey’s body, catching her in various stages of dress. He watched closely as she pulled her panties up, covering her small, round butt. He stared openly as she hooked the bra in front of her stomach, then pulled it around.

Before she brought the cups up to her boobs, he heard her speak. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you see them again real soon.”

She had caught him staring. And he wanted to look away. But he also wanted to sear the image of her perfect tits into his memory forever in case he never got to see them again. And then just like that, they were hidden behind silken padding.

“Fuck!” Tabitha/Bailey exclaimed as a thought occurred to her. “I don’t have my keys. They’re with my actual body, which I can’t get to. You got a car?”

“I do.” he answered proudly. “I drove us here.”

“Good. That’ll work. Let’s go.”

“But what about your apartment? Is it locked?”

“I got a way to get us in,” she winked.

They left the room, went down the stairs, and Ryan could count the steps to the door. Bailey would be back to herself again momentarily. But when they crossed the threshold, nothing happened.

Tabitha must’ve seen his disappointment, because she said, “This sticker lets me go outside the house too. You won’t get rid of me that easily.” And then she walked past him and gave Bailey’s hips a bit of extra sway.

Ryan couldn’t seem to stop staring. This was going to be harder than he thought.

The possession party in the house was nearing a close as the adhesive on the stickers wore off. But the party was still going for Frank and his girlfriend Kim. After this party, Frank surmised that she would probably be his ex girlfriend, but that only made him all the more reckless with his behavior towards her.

At the moment, Kim wasn’t really Kim, but a guy named Steven. He had loved using his possession sticker repeatedly on the beautiful brunette. Frank didn’t have the same urge to become Kim, but he was smitten with her body just the same. As Kim had been less and less keen to let him explore that body near the twilight of their relationship, a deal had been struck between the two men.

Frank had procured a 24 hour possession sticker that Steven would use on Kim. In exchange, Frank got to fool around with Kim’s body. This bit was tricky for Steven, as he fancied himself very much a heterosexual male. But after lots of foreplay, fondling, and clitoris tongue lashing, Steven had agreed to let Frank penetrate Kim’s body, provided Steven didn’t have to look at him. Frank wasted no time entering his girlfriend’s pussy. It had been a little weird, as Kim’s eyes were tightly shut the whole time. But her pussy had been plenty wet, so he didn’t care.

Steven had cared very much two minutes later, as Frank busted a nut inside him. He had snuck a peek then, as a warm feeling flooded him. He saw the look on Frank’s face as it was scrunched up in ecstasy. But then it was over. “Are you kidding me? That’s it? That was like, no time at all!” He wondered briefly why he was upset as Frank pulled out of him. He hadn’t wanted this guy to penetrate him two minutes ago. But now he felt empty, and the itch to get off seemed to grow ten fold.

“Just give me a few minutes to rally,” Frank groaned as he rolled onto his side.

“No, fuck no!” Steven whined in Kim’s voice. “You need to figure something out because I’m still horny as hell!”

Frank almost laughed at how much Steven acted like the real Kim right then. “Okay, okay, I’m on it. Lift your head.”

“Why?”

“Just trust me.”

Steven lifted Kim’s head, and felt Frank’s strong arm slide underneath Kim’s head. Then he felt Frank’s soft, wet penis press against Kim’s leg as Frank rolled towards him. “What are you…” he started to ask when a finger slid between Kim’s lower lips and found just the right spot. “Oh!” Kim’s voice cried. “Okay, yeah, keep, yeah…right there.”

“I know how you like it, babe,” Frank chuckled.

“Don’t call me babe,” Steven/Kim protested.

Frank’s fingers didn’t stop as he positioned his face over Kim’s right breast. “What would you like me to call you then?”

Steven didn’t have a quick answer to that one. Partially because he didn’t want this guy calling him by his name while getting finger blasted. But what also gave Steven pause was Frank’s warm breath that cascaded over his boob. The sensitive nipple was rigid and pointed straight towards Frank as if to demand his undivided attention.

Steven started to ask for the second time, “What are you…” But then forgot how to make words as Frank’s mouth descended onto Kim’s breast. Frank’s mouth enveloped it. Steven could feel the tongue swirling about the nipple, occasionally pinching it between tongue and teeth. Then suddenly both teeth clamped down on Kim’s tit, and Steven understood fully how pleasure and pain could coexist.

Frank heard Kim moan appreciatively as his mouth and fingers did their work. He loved Kim’s boobs, and had fantasized slobbering all over them during sex. He had longed to coat them with his saliva, but when he tried, she stopped him. She told him it was gross. But Steven didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was pretty sure Kim’s body was only getting wetter. Her hips had begun to thrust under his fingers, and Frank knew she was close.

And then Frank’s mouth came off her breast, and his fingers slowed. Her eyes looked at him with frantic pleading. “What are you doing? Keep going!”

Frank smiled. He’d never seen his girlfriend beg for it. “What would you like me to keep doing? Be specific.”

“Using your…your fingers, and…”

“And what?”

“Put your mouth back on my boob.”

Frank lowered his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He gave the tip of her nipple a tiny flick, then looked back into Kim’s eyes. “And what would you like me to call you?”

Her eyes flashed at him with need. “Call me babe! Or Kim! I don’t fucking care, just-”

In a flash, Frank rolled on top of her. His soft dick pressed against her upper thigh. His fingers plunged into her pussy. His other hand began kneading and squeezing between each breast for a few seconds, before he lowered his mouth and gave his full attention to her other breast. He sucked, slobbered, licked and bit, all while Kim’s body began to buck wildly under him. She was crying out in ecstasy at the sudden sensations that Frank was triggering all over her.

“I love your body, Kim!” Frank exclaimed between mouthfuls of boob as his girlfriend writhed in pleasure beneath him. “You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever been with. I only want to be with you.” His dick was ready again. He positioned himself over her pussy. “I just wish you weren’t…” He plunged inside her. “…such a bitch all the time!”

Steven had seen what Frank intended to do. He was aware of it, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was how good Frank was making Kim’s body, his body, feel. When he felt Frank’s dick go into his sopping canal, he saw what Kim couldn’t. Frank was a really good lay. He knew how to wind this body up. And then he saw Frank’s face dip towards his. And then his mouth was on Kim’s lips. As he felt Frank’s dick jackhammer his pussy, he didn’t push him back, or protest. He allowed Kim’s lips to part, and their tongues intertwined. As he shut Kim’s eyes, he told himself he could put up with anything if he got to receive as many orgasms as Frank was giving him.

Ten minutes away, Ryan and Tabitha/Bailey had just arrived at Tabitha’s apartment. Ryan had regretted playing chauffeur for Tabitha. She had spent most of the ride giving him directions and fondling his junk through his pants. It seemed like she was in a constant state of arousal. For that matter, so was he.

“Follow me,” she ordered as they exited the car. “I’ll get a spare key from the apartment manager.”

Ryan wondered how Tabitha was going to convince someone to give a random stranger a key. He needn’t have worried about that, as he watched her knock on a door. He heard someone swear loudly, and then a few seconds later, a large, bearded man yanked open the door.

“What?” he asked gruffly. It was clear he resented being bothered after hours.

“Reggie, I need a spare key for 207,” Tabitha/Bailey said brightly.

Reggied glared at her nonplused. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m staying with Tabitha. She’s not home yet, but said I could get a key from you.”

“I don’t know you, girl. So you’ll have to wait.”

Bailey beamed at him. “Tabitha said you might say something like that. Then she told me she knows how much you like ogling her boobs, so if I flash you, you’d probably give me a key.”

“What!” Ryan protested. “No, you can’t-”

“Shut up!” Reggied growled, suddenly keen to see how this played out. “She’s an adult, ain’t she?”

Bailey nodded as she began to raise the hem of her shirt. “Sure am.”

“Don’t do it,” Ryan warned. But it was too late. He watched as the shirt came up, followed closely by the bra. And then he was staring at Bailey’s boobs again, but this time with an audience.

Reggie suddenly had a phone in his hand and began to take pictures. To his delight, this strange girl began posing for the camera. She cupped a boob with one hand, then pinched the nipple. Then pulled it up and lowered her head to suck it.

“That’s enough!” Ryan shouted. “Will you please give her the key?”

“Your boyfriend’s uptight,” Reggie said as he took one last picture. Then he fished out a set of keys from his pocket and took one off. “Here. Tell Tabitha I’m willing to take her picture too.”

Bailey rolled her eyes as she took the key. “Oh, she knows. But I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one.”

A minute later, they stood in the small living room of Tabitha’s apartment. It was adjoined to an even smaller kitchen, and two doors that led to the bathroom and bedroom.

“This is it,” Tabitha/Bailey declared. “Care to join me for a shower?”

Ryan very much did. If Bailey had asked him that this morning, or yesterday, or any other time previous other than the last hour he would have raced her to the bathroom. But it wasn’t Bailey. He had to keep reminding himself of that. It sure looked like her, but it absolutely wasn’t her. He’d have to explain anything he did to her while she had been possessed. She’d probably forgive him for that…that first time. He hadn’t known. He’d been tricked. She’d forgive him. And then maybe she’d see him the way he’d always seen her.

But while this idealistic rationale was running through his brain, his eyes had gone to her boobs. They remained fixed there with hungry anticipation. They were rewarded as she took off the shirt. Then she lost her shorts. She was practically naked again. It seemed like an eternity since he had seen her naked. He could look, couldn’t he? There was no harm in that. He was just looking out for Bailey, making sure that Tabitha didn’t do anything stupid with her body…like letting a creep take topless pictures of her.

Bailey smiled at him and took his hand. “Come on. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

Ryan’s voice came out hoarse as he declined. “No, you, uh, you go ahead. I’ll stay out here.”

“Are you sure?” Bailey asked. She began to run her hands up her arms, face and chest. “There was something in that sticker that made me hornier than I’ve ever been. I’d love for you to soap me up, then bend me over backwards in that shower and stick your cock into me.” She poked his hard on with her finger. “And I think you’d like that too.”

Ryan groaned, but still found the strength to shake his head.

Bailey’s mouth formed into a pout. “That’s a shame. I’ll have to wash your crush’s body all by myself. If you change your mind and want to help, you can always join me.”

Ryan watched as she spun around and unfastened her bra. Then she disappeared behind the bathroom door. It would be so easy to follow her, to see her naked again. She wanted him to. But no. Tabitha wanted, not Bailey. He cursed his predicament, and sat on her couch. He checked the time on his phone. He just needed to keep control of the situation for another 6 hours or so. He wasn’t sure exactly when Tabitha had possessed Bailey at the party, so there was probably some leeway.

A thought occurred to him. The sticker! Where was this possession sticker that worked outside of Topher’s house and lasted 8 hours? He hadn’t seen her with it. She wouldn’t leave something so valuable at the party. It had to be hidden in her clothes. He wasn’t sure if it was like the 90 second stickers, if it could be used repeatedly until the adhesive wore off. But just in case, he needed to get it away from Tabitha so it couldn’t be used on Bailey a second time.

He hastily went to Bailey’s shorts that Tabitha had left on the floor. He checked the back pockets. There was nothing there but Bailey’s college id and phone. He examined her shirt, turned it inside out, still nothing. That meant she had gotten rid of it after using it, which Ryan thought unlikely. But there was also her bra and panties. He looked towards the bathroom door. It was open a crack, and Bryan could see bits of steam eking out. The curtain would be drawn. She wouldn’t see him investigate. As quietly as he could, he pushed the door open. There was the bra and panties lying at the foot of the sink.

His hand picked up the light purple panties. He examined them front and back, inside and out. He brought them closer than he needed to, and learned they still smelled like her. His breath quickened at the thought that he was smelling a girl’s panties while she was a few feet away, in the shower, naked.

Just as Ryan went to reach for the bra, he heard Bailey moan. “Oh fuck! This body is insatiable! This pussy feels so good. I hope Ryan joins me soon.”

Did she know he was here? He had to be quick. He turned the bra over, and there it was. A dark blue sticker. He pulled it off and shoved it into his pocket. Then he realized his error. She’d know he’d taken it as soon as she looked at the bra. Should he put it back? No. But maybe he could distract her from putting the bra back on?

He was still thinking it through when the water turned off and the curtain flew back. Bailey gave him a seductive grin as water dripped down her body. “Oh, better late than never I suppose.”

“I…I’m sorry, I…”

She stepped out of the tub and came towards him. She pressed against him with her lithe, wet body. She looked up at him, daring him to make a move. All he could do was take shallow breaths. She had him. “Would you like to towel me off?”

“What?” was all Ryan could manage.

Her smile never left her lips as she reached over and plucked a towel from a shelf, and handed it to Ryan. “Here. You can get the water off me. It’s everywhere though, so you’ll have to be thorough.”

Ryan’s hand was shaking as he pressed the towel to her. His eyes were locked onto hers as he began to move it over her front.

“There’s quite a bit that wants to cling to these,” she cooed.

He looked down. Her tits were right there. They were as beautiful as ever. He rubbed the towel over them. She reached out and squeezed his rigid cock. He let out a breath that he hadn’t known he was holding. He remembered he couldn’t let her put a bra on. He needed to focus. He’d dry her off, and then get her into the bedroom.

Tabitha/Bailey never stopped smiling as Ryan rubbed the towel all over her. She loved how he slowed in certain places, lingering on her breasts and rear. He made sure to get those places much drier than the rest of her. He got so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. This was so fun, playing the seductress. She had no problem getting men in her other body, but she had never been someone’s fantasy girl. But now here she was, with a decent looking freshman who was completely smitten with the body she possessed. She wanted him to take her like he did earlier, to have his eyes be upon her and drink in her beauty.

“Thank you,” she purred. “Now let me just grab my bra and-”

Ryan dropped the towel, grabbed her arm and pulled her close. He heard her exhale right before his lips connected with hers. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her warm skin, letting her tongue wrestle with his. He let it happen longer than he intended. It was so good. He didn’t want to fight it. He didn’t want it to stop. But it must.

He broke off the kiss and said with feigned confidence, “Let’s go to your room.”

He started to pull her, but she skipped past him and yanked him through her bedroom door. She pushed him onto her bed and began to unbutton his pants.

“No, no,” Ryan sputtered. “Let’s just cuddle for a bit. Like you wanted to before.”

Tabitha lifted Bailey’s leg and let her foot press down gently on Ryan’s dick. “As hard as you are, I think you want to do more than cuddle.”

After a groan escaped him, Ryan tried putting his own foot down. “I’m not going to sleep with you again until you’re out of Bailey’s body.”

“Well gee champ, that’s really not going to work for me. I’ll go outside naked if you prefer and start knocking on doors until I find someone ready and willing. I know Reggie would be.”

“No, you don’t have to do that!”

Tabitha cocked Bailey’s head. “I don’t? Who’s going to make me stay?”

“If you need me to get you off, I can…I can do that.”

Bailey’s mouth twitched. “Oh, okay. You won’t stick your dick in me out of some weird loyalty to her, even though she agreed to stay at that possession party. But you’ll lick her pussy, is that it?”

“I could use my finger,” Ryan suggested.

“No, if that’s the way it’s going to be…” Tabitha said as she plopped her butt next to him on the bed. “…you’re going to use your mouth.” She lay back and spread her legs. She watched him, waiting for him to make a move. She didn’t have to wait long as he slid down to his knees and turned towards her.

He looked at her blonde, neatly shaved snatch. It was all clean for him and glistened invitingly. He put his hands on her legs to steady himself, then leaned forward. He smelled her first. Tabitha had used her body wash, which had a tropical, coconut smell. He extended his tongue, unsure of where to lick. He’d never done this before, so he decided to just go straight up the middle. Bailey’s soft moan gave him encouragement, and he did it again.

“That’s good, but focus here,” she said, pointing towards her clit. “And mix it up. Don’t just go up and down with your tongue, but side to side and around.”

He followed her instructions, and after a few minutes, he felt Bailey’s thighs clamp down on his head.

“Stick your tongue inside me!” she ordered.

Ryan wanted to argue that it was hard to move, but he managed to wiggle his head lower, and stuck out his tongue as far as he could. He felt his tongue go between her velvet folds. This is where her taste came from. Saliva gushed from his mouth, adding to her moisture. He didn’t know that his nose was rubbing against her clit at the same time, but he figured he was doing something right as he felt her body begin to shake and her legs tighten around him even more.

“Fuck! Right there! Right there! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Eat Bailey’s pussy! You love this pussy don’t you! Stick your tongue all the way up inside her Ryan! Yes! Right there! Do it! Do it for Bailey!”

Ryan felt Bailey’s body quiver and shake as she cried out in pleasure. Then the pressure on his head released as her thighs stopped squeezing, and he fell backward onto his butt. Tabitha/Bailey had fallen onto her bed. Within seconds, he heard her breathing deepen, and knew she was asleep. He got up and gazed at her naked backside. He could admire it forever. He hoped he’d have the opportunity again. It would all depend on how Bailey reacted in the morning when Tabitha hopped out.

He stood, ready to go crash on her couch. He had one foot out her doorway, when he heard her mumble, “No. Sleep here.” He looked over, and she was patting the empty space next to her on the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile as he approached her. He picked her up slightly and positioned her on one side of the bed. He pulled the blanket and sheet down from the other side, then moved her over, and covered her up. He stood watching her like that for a few minutes as his brain warred with itself. One side wanted to go into the other room and jerk off so his dick would finally relent. The other didn’t want to leave her sight just in case Tabitha tried…well, he wasn’t sure what she’d try. He had the possession sticker after all. This would all be over soon. In the end, he decided the closer he was to her, the better. He got in the bed fully clothed on top of the blanket, told his dick to shut up, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I’m overweight and wanted to get in shape, so I started working with a group of guys at my local gym. They know how to push me, or at least did at first. I began stopping early, not finishing my reps. The guys would tease me good naturedly, letting me know that if I kept that up, there’d be a consequence. I didn’t believe them, but found out at the end of the week, they’d been serious. I stopped mid workout again, and went to the locker room to shower and call it a day. When I got out of the shower, I went to my locker to grab my clothes, but found they were gone. All that was inside was a pair of women’s panties, leggings, and a top. All stuff that would look ridiculous on my 280 pound frame. But it was all I had to cover myself. I figured I’d put on what I could and let the guys have a laugh. Message received guys. I’ll do better next week. As I pulled up the panties though, something strange happened. My legs lost their thickness, and the hair disappeared. I really freaked out when they got around my crotch. I think….my dick is gone! I wanted to panic right there, but I couldn’t go ask them about it like this, so I put on the leggings and the top. As I did, I felt a tingling sensation everywhere. I was…horny. Like, REALLY horny! And I wanted, no, NEEDED cock. Thankfully, a few seconds later, several men I knew real well came in. Maybe I could convince them to fuck my holes. “Hey guys, check out my ass.” I bent low and pulled down the leggings. I wiggled my butt invitingly in their direction, and then gave a cheek a squeeze. I moved the panties to the side and said, “You don’t have to be shy. You can take turns, or fuck me all at once.” One of them said, “Damn dude, I think you overdid the lust part of the spell on those clothes.” They weren’t fucking me yet! I turned around and showed them my pussy. “Please, I need cock! Put one in me!” One of them stepped up, and then two, and three, and finally all five of them were either touching or fucking me. What a great group of guys!

I heard my mom’s voice over the sound of the movie I was watching. “Brett, you have a visitor!” I paused it and went to see who it was. I came to an abrupt halt as I saw the looming figure of Rocky, the guy who loves to torment me any chance he gets. This is the first time he’s come to my house though. He looked my mom in the face, and with an innocent smile, he said, “Would you mind examining this rock I found, Mrs. Horner.” She looked down at his closed fist. “Um, I suppose?” she said, confused by the random request. She held out an open palm, and Rocky dropped a small, smooth round stone into it. “Um, it’s…a nice rock,” she said, as if placating a child. His eyes flashed triumphantly as he snatched the stone back. “Thank you so much.” He brought it to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gave the side that had touched her skin a lick. Then he said, “Catch,” and tossed it to me. I reflexively caught it in my hand, and instantly felt the wetness of the side he’d just licked. And then I felt the pull towards my mom. She must have felt it too, because her eyes went wide as she looked at me in alarm. I tried to take a step away from her, but instead began sliding towards her. She began sliding towards me as well, and seconds later, our bodies crashed into one another, and we blacked out. When I came to, I found Rocky smiling down at me. “Nice to have you back, Mrs. Horner. If you’d be so kind as to strip naked and get on all fours.” I wanted to protest, to scream for him to get out, to at the very least argue that I was NOT Mrs. Horner. But as I stood to undress, I saw smaller feminine hands. I felt a curvy body, and long hair that cascaded down my back. I was someone trapped in my mom’s body! “I got this from my aunt,” Rocky explained as he began undressing as well. The guy had a massive tool. “I say a little spell, then get person A to hold it. Then have person B hold it. Person B becomes person A.” It sounded nuts, but it clearly worked as advertised. “Why’d you lick it?” I asked in my mom’s voice. “That’s the best part,” he laughed as I got down on all fours. “Adding my saliva to it before giving it to the second person gives me control of their mind. Here’s a demonstration. You want me to fuck you. The thought of me inside you turns you on so much.” I gasped as the thought of his massive cock poking into me sounded like the best thing in the world. “No, please d-don’t do this!” I begged. “Stop talking,” he ordered as he walked behind me. I immediately became silent. He dropped to his knees, and I felt his strong hands grip my butt. I raised it up for him, wanting him to be done groping me soon, and start penetrating this body.

My friend Wayne and I are aging bachelors who are getting less and less action these days. Wayne decided the answer was having a pool built in his backyard. After it was completed, he invited me over. I expected there to be girls in bikinis, but was disappointed to see it was once again just us old farts. As I lowered my portly self into his pool I couldn’t help but comment, “Guess the pool didn’t bring the babes like you thought it would.” Wayne laughed and said, “I got something for that.” He disappeared into his house, then came out with a little velvet pouch. He reached in and took out some glittery sand and threw it into the pool. The water all around me began to bubble. “Hey man, what the hell is that stuff?!” He didn’t answer, but just ran to the edge of the pool, did a cannonball, splashing water all over my top half. I felt a tingling all over my skin as the bubbles seemed to envelop me. Wayne suddenly bobbed to the surface. But it wasn’t Wayne. It was a beautiful redhead! “I see the powder did the trick,” the woman said, pointing at me. I looked down, and saw that my gray chest hair and pot belly were gone. I had soft, toned skin, and tits! “What’s happened to me!?” I yelled, but I didn’t recognize the high feminine voice that came out of my own mouth. “Relax,” the redhead said. “It’s just some transformation powder. It’ll wear off when we dry.” I understood now. This was Wayne. And we were both hot babes! He sauntered over to me with a sly grin. “Hopefully though, we’ll be able to stay wet for a long while.” Then he took me to the edge of the pool, and vigorously helped me explore my new slit.

We’re professional thieves that have never been caught. I vet the houses, see the comings and goings, and find ones that’ll only have one person in them for a few hours during the day. We’ll bring our big truck that looks like any old moving van, and my brother Jake and I will have on our generic movers outfits, and then we’ll send Benny up to the door. He’ll do a little song and dance about how he’s here to deliver furniture, and the person will be all confused, and Benny will talk his way into the front of the house where no one else can see. Then he hops the person and he lets us inside. We loot the place with no muss, no fuss, and no witnesses. Problem is, when I pick a house that’s got a pretty lady as the occupant, well, Benny can be a real distraction from us making a quick getaway. “Hey there, ‘big boys.’ My, my, don’t you both look handsome. I know you need to move all my expensive things into your big truck, but first, why don’t we all have some fun.” My brother and I want to argue with him. But when he hikes up the gorgeous woman’s skirt and takes her tits out, it’s hard to stay on task. It’s also my fault for mainly picking houses that have attractive broads inside ‘em.

My 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 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 wish you could just see it my way for once!” Mom and I had both shouted that at each other at the same time in the middle of a heated argument. The next day, I was in mom’s body, and she was in mine. We thought the universe was trying to teach us a lesson, and then we’d switch back. But that’s not what happened. It’s been 3 months, and I’m still my mom, and she’s still me. To make matters worse, the magic keeps us from telling anyone who we really are, and forces us to act like the other. Like right now while I’m showering, and my father walks in, I can’t tell him I’m really his daughter. “Mind if I join you?” he asks with a wink. I want to yell for him to get out. To tell him I’m his daughter and not his wife. But instead the magic makes me say, “Mm, please do honey. You can help me get all those hard to reach areas.” He steps in and presses his body against me, and then his mouth is on mine. I hate that I know that my dad is a good kisser. Suddenly he spins me around and runs his hand down mom’s tits. He whispers in my ear, “This is gonna have to be quick. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I get home.” I know what that means, and it’s actually sort of good news. This isn’t gonna turn into lengthy fuck session like it so often does. But the bad news is I find myself grinning and turning back around. My hand grips dad’s stiff member as I say, “I know how to make it quick.” And then I’m bending down. I feel my ass cheeks press against the shower door as I take dad into my mouth. I know full well though that later tonight, it’ll be in my pussy, and mom will be able to hear me moaning from my former bedroom.

Samantha had not been feeling like herself lately. She had big gaps in her memory for starters, and would wake up in the most random places, including other people’s houses. It had started shortly after she’d begun dating Jason. She loved him, but the way they’d gotten together had been very stressful. In short, Jason had left his fiance, Sheri, for her. And Sheri had been Samantha’s best friend. Samantha felt horrible about it, and had been randomly missing time and feeling tired ever since. But today, she suddenly got a text from Sheri. Unfortunately, it was not to make amends. Dread ran through Samantha as she read it. “Think you can steal my man! Well I can have him anytime I want, because I can possess you, Sam. Wherever you are I can take control of your body and make you do the nastiest things. And I can get it all on video.” And then she received a text attachment. Samantha didn’t want to play it, but she had to. She went into a full panic as the first image came on the screen. It was her on all fours with her naked butt on full display. But it didn’t stop there. It cut to her on her knees, her sports bra pulled down for the camera. Another of her from behind in her bathtub. One of her pulling down her favorite black panties. And then one of her on her own bed. She was masturbating with her legs spread wide! The small clips kept coming, getting worse and worse! Her on her knees in three different hairstyles, giving head to THREE different dicks. Then her ass in a thong. Another dick, and a man’s hand patting her demeaningly on the head. MORE masturbation! And it finished with her in a ridiculous outfit, flashing the camera. A second message popped up. “This video just went to all your friends. Now they can see you as the slut I already knew you were.”

I came inside my sister, then collapsed on top of her. She held me and stroked my head, and began whispering in my ear. As it happened, Chip really liked getting fucked just then, and was now suggesting a new arrangement. Chip would stay in Lori for as long as he wanted. He’d act like her around our parents. I’d do my part by keeping his secret, as long as we fucked on a regular basis. It’s been a month now, and Chip has everyone completely fooled. I often forget he’s possessed her as well as he teases me at the dinner table like Lori always would. But every time we’re alone, we’re fucking like rabbits. He’ll keep acting just like her while he climbs on top of me. “Give me that big hard cock, Bro. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I need it inside of me.” He loves being on top, and I love having her boobs flopping in my face. We’re way past the few days he originally said he’d stay. Honestly, I hope my sister’s ex boyfriend never leaves.

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

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

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.

“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 sister Lori has been dating Chip for almost a year, but it was obvious to me she was getting tired of him. So I wasn’t surprised when she came home with a sad look on her face after their recent date. “You and Chip have fun?” I asked. “She dumped me,” she replied as she looked down at the floor. “What?” I asked, confused by her choice of words. She met my eyes and I could see the hurt and shock there. “Huh? Oh, I meant, uh, I… yeah… I dumped him.” I nodded and said, “Well, between you and me, you’re better off. You’ll have a line of guys waiting for their turn now that you’re single again.” She walked off, and I swear I heard her mutter, “I knew you never liked me.” I meant what I said about guys lining up for her. I’d never say it to her face, but my sister’s hot. If we weren’t related… Yeah, I better not finish that thought. After a few minutes I head to my room, but as I was about to walk past the bathroom, I hear my sister say angrily, “You said I’d never get to touch them again, but now I can touch them as much as I want.” I peer into the bathroom, and see my sister completely naked. A thrill shoots through me. I should go on my way, but I want to see more. I peek again, and she’s leering at herself like she can’t believe how perfect her boobs are. My jaw drops as I watch her squeeze em, lift and drop em. I don’t know if I made a sound, or if I’d just been staring too long, but she suddenly looked my way. I ducked out of sight, but she’d definitely seen me. She took a moment to cover herself in a towel, then stepped out to confront me. I was prepared for a lecture about not being a creepy brother, but instead she said, “So I guess you know I possessed your sister. What’s it gonna take to keep this a secret? I’ll do whatever you want.”

I brought my unconscious wife to the scientist’s lab as he requested. It had been such a pain. The drug he’d given me had taken a long time to take effect, and then I’d had to carry her to the car. She wasn’t super heavy, but she wasn’t light either. When I got there, he had me strap her to a chair, and lower a transparent helmet over her head. “Good, good,” the scientist said. “Now you sit in the chair across from her.” I did as he requested, but had to ask, “You sure this is gonna work? This is really gonna put my lusts and desires in her head so she’ll want to fuck me more?” The smile he gave me should have changed my mind, but I was too hopeful for a wife who would long to satisfy my kinks and raging libido. “I assure you, it will go off exactly as I’ve designed it too.” And with that, he flipped a switch, and my world spun. The first thing I saw was the scientist grinning at me with obvious lust. “Well Mr. Mason, as requested, your wife now has all your lusts and desires. Along with a little bit of extra programming that I installed while you were unconscious.” “Great!” I said, but the second I heard my voice, I realized something was wrong. As the scientist lifted the helmet, I saw myself sitting across from…ME, and smoke was coming out of the wires. “I’m afraid it was a one way ticket,” the scientist explained. “Now if you would be so kind as to stand and remove those clothes.” “Fuck you!” I shouted, but found myself standing and quickly stripping off my wife’s clothes. He laughed and clapped his hands jubilantly. “Precisely, my dear. You WILL fuck me, thanks to the addition of a behavior modification code I’ve permanently installed in your wife’s brain. You’ll do whatever I say, no matter what!" Over the next few days, the scientist conditioned me, remapping my thoughts and behaviours. He’s turned me into the free use version of my wife that I’d wanted all along. I’m compelled to wear next to nothing when I’m around him. I can’t even enjoy a cup of coffee without him making me want to bend over and spread my legs as he comes up behind me. I have to set it down and back my ass up until he fills me. It’s my purpose. And the programming makes me enjoy every second of it.

Upstairs, Frank was wishing 90 seconds were longer as Steven popped out of Kim for the fifth time, and promptly fell off the bed with a loud thunk. As his girlfriend’s face flared with anger, Frank reached towards her and pulled the sticker off her back. “Here!” he said, and shoved it towards Steven.

“Are you helping this gross pervert possess me?” Kim snarled. She looked down at herself. “And you still haven’t made him put my clothes on?”

As she was shouting, Steven placed the sticker on her back. It didn’t stick, but fell off.

“Put it on her man!” Frank urged.

“I did!” Steven said anxiously. “It’s not sticking anymore. That means the spell won’t work.” He looked towards the closed bedroom door as he planned a quick exit. He did not want to be in the middle of the impending lover’s quarrel.

“Worst. Boyfriend. Ever!” Kim shouted. “What were you letting him do to me?” She seemed to notice the phone in his hand for the first time and gasped. “Were you taking naked pictures of me? While this jerk was touching my body? I’m going to kill both of you as soon as I get my fucking clothes back on!”

“That’s my cue!” Steven said as he lumbered towards the door. “Good luck man.”

Steven was pretty out of shape, and Frank beat him by a mile to the door. He grabbed Steven by the shoulder and began whispering in his ear. “I never used my sticker. You can have it if you keep possessing her and, uh…let me…”

“What are you whispering about?” Kim shouted as she pulled her pants back on.

“Let me touch her,” Frank blurted out.

“I told you I’m not doing anything gay!”

“It’s not gay when you’re in a chick!”

Kim’s shirt was on, and she walked towards them with malicious resolve in her eyes.

“Negotiate later!” Steven squawked. “Possess now!”

Frank gave him the sticker he had kept in his pocket. A second later, his girlfriend’s hands were pummeling him about the head. He blocked what he could and tried to catch her arms.

“We are officially over!” she screamed. “And you should know I’ve been cheating on you with Mark for months. He’s got a huge dick! Much bigger than-”

But she stopped as Steven had moved behind her, and taken control.

Frank felt the fight go out of Kim. His hands were still on her. He let them slide down her arms. Her face lifted to his, and she looked him straight in the eyes and asked very hesitantly, “What kind of touching? Does this count?”

Frank stared at her soft lips. He wanted to kiss her so bad right now. Why? Why was she so much more alluring to him this way, with someone else inside of her?

“Hey dummy,” she said snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Clock’s ticking. What do you want me to do so I can keep your sticker?”

“I want to kiss you!” Frank demanded.

Kim’s body twisted from his grasp. “Gross. No way! I’m not kissing a guy. I didn’t have a problem posing your girl, especially after you said you’d send me the pics. But I’m not kissing you, or letting you touch me, or…”

“What if I eat her out?”

Kim/Steven paused. “I, uh…I guess that’s… Would I have to see your face?”

Frank shook his head. “Not if it’s between your legs.”

Steven was tempted. He’d only played with the boobs of the other girls’ he’d possessed, except for Kim. He’d managed to clumsily rub her pussy. It had felt okay, but he was pretty sure he was doing it wrong. “Have you eaten your girlfriend’s pussy before?”

“It’s been awhile, but yeah.”

“Did she like it?”

“Oh yeah.”

Steven knew the seconds were slipping away. He didn’t want to waste a whole possession round on the negotiations. “I guess, but no other touching.”

“How about this,” Frank said as he fished from his pocket Kim’s unused sticker that he had taken from her early in the chaos. “I give you this fresh sticker as well, and you let me kiss my girlfriend before I lick her pussy and make you cum.”

Two stickers! That was enough for Steven. “Deal! But I’m going to close my eyes and pretend you’re a chick. And try not to use a lot of tongue-”

But Frank’s mouth covered up any more words from Kim’s mouth. And his hands became needy and started extracting her from her clothes as quickly as he could.

Downstairs, Tabitha in Bailey’s body was grilling Ryan about his preferences. “How about that one?” she said as she pointed to a brunette taking shots at the bar.

“No. I don’t want you to possess her either?”

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to possess that Tiffany girl again? The incredibly hot one that everyone has been fighting over.”

“I’m sure.”

“Then who do you want? Because it wasn’t me! I could tell when you kissed me. But I can be literally anyone in this house you’d like to fuck right now. So who’s it going to be?”

“I, uh, no one, okay. Why do you even want to do this with me?”

A mischievous expression danced across Bailey’s face. “Because my kink is deflowering virgins. And I’d be willing to bet that you have never had a first time, have you?”

Ryan sighed and nodded once.

“Well then, virgin boy, I find myself with a terrific opportunity, and a quandary. You don’t seem to want to have sex in my body, but that’s okay, because I can be anyone in this house that you want me to be.” Tabitha watched him carefully. He refused to make eye contact with her, and only stared at the floor. Occasionally his eyes would drift up and he’d look her in the boobs.

A thought occurred to her, and she ventured a guess. “It’s this girl, isn’t it? The one I’m in right now. Bailey, right? The one that’s just your friend. She’s the one you really want.” Ryan said nothing but his eyes snapped right to hers, and they were filled with panic. That look told Tabitha all she needed to know, and she placed a hand gently onto Ryan’s cheek. “Well, she’s right here for the taking,” Bailey’s voice purred. “What do you say, virgin boy?”

“It’s not the same,” Ryan argued. “You’re not really her. And the spell will wear off any-”

And at that moment, it did, and Tabitha felt herself pushed out of Bailey’s body. She grabbed the sticker off of Bailey’s back, and almost put it back on. But she looked at Ryan curiously first, and seemed to reconsider her course of action. She whirled about suddenly and headed towards the bar where Topher was pouring a steady stream of drinks.

Bailey pulled her hand from Ryan’s face and asked curiously, “Did someone just possess me? What did they make me do?”

“Nothing,” Ryan said truthfully. “We just talked.”

“What? Lame!” Her gaze shifted to something behind him. “Oh my gosh! Look at that!” she exclaimed, pointing to a guy in the corner of the room. His sizeable dick was out and he was twirling it around and around. “He’s doing the helicopter twirl thing! I’d heard guys could do that, but I’ve never seen it til now.”

A girl popped out behind the guy just then and she walked away with a blush and a smile. She didn’t get far, as someone hopped into her, and her tits were out shortly thereafter.

“You good for a bit?” Bailey asked. “I’ve got to go try that out.”

“The helicopter thing? Be my guest,” Ryan said, doing his best to smile at her.

Bailey started to walk away, but noticed the cracks in her friend’s smile. “You okay?”

Ryan did his best to swallow his feelings. “I’m fine. Go and see what it’s like to twirl a dick. Can we leave after that?”

She sighed. “I guess, since it doesn’t seem like you’re having a good time.” And then she ran to sticker the guy.

A few seconds later, Ryan heard a guy’s voice yell from across the room, “Ryan, look! Look at my dick! I’m doing it!”

Ryan waved and gave Bailey another thin lipped smile, then walked to the bar. He might as well get a drink before he left. He was glad to see that Tabitha had already come and gone.

Upstairs, Steven was in paradise. He was getting eaten out 90 seconds at a time, which wasn’t ideal, but still felt amazing. He was fully prepared to use the last of the stickers possessing Kim if Frank kept licking that pussy.

It was even okay that Frank’s hand occasionally reached up and groped Kim’s boobs. It felt good to have another hand squeezing and pinching them. Steven arched Kim’s back as another wave of pleasure washed over him, as Frank hit that very special spot. “Oh damn! This feels so great! A pussy is so much better than a dick!”

Frank came up for air to ask, “How about you let me fuck her?”

Kim’s hand pushed Frank’s head back down. “Stop talking crazy and keep licking me.”

Frank obeyed for another few seconds, then stuck two fingers inside her sopping wet hole.

Kim/Steven yelped. “Ooh that feels weird, but I like it!”

“My dick goes in even deeper than that,” Frank pointed out. He watched as Kim/Steven seemed to consider this.

But before he could make up his mind, Steven popped out of Kim from behind her, which meant Kim was on top of him. Steven pushed her off quickly, and Frank handed him a sticker, which Steven hurriedly slapped onto Kim’s back. It slid off. “This one’s out, Frank.”

“Okay, here’s the other one.”

Frank saw Kim’s expression during the exchange. She still looked mad, but also like she was trying to work out a puzzle. “What have you been doing to my pussy?” she moaned. “It’s on fire.”

“Uh, just attacking it with my tongue.”

“You haven’t done that in forever,” she growled. She noticed Steven and shot him a glare, but then continued talking to Frank. “My pussy feels so tingly babe. Why don’t you ask this guy to leave so you can get back to it.”

Frank had to wonder why she would suddenly be cool with this, especially after yelling consistently at him between possessions.

“Oh,” Kim cooed. “I know what you’re thinking. This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. I’m just so turned on right now and…” Kim froze for a second as Steven lunged for her, then, “I’m back inside her again, Frank. You should really listen to what the lady said and get that pussy.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the pussy, Frank did just that, at least for next several seconds. And then he stopped to talk again, and Kim sounded like her old self as she cut him off before he could say a word, “Stop starting and stopping. You keep getting me right to the edge and then back off at the worst time.”

“How about I go ask Topher for more stickers?” Frank propositioned. “I’ll pay him whatever he wants. And you let me fuck Kim with you inside of her, and then you keep the stickers.”

Steven mulled it over quickly, which wasn’t easy as he was so horny and couldn’t really think straight, pun intended. “Go get the stickers, and maybe I’ll give you a handjob.”

Frank tore from the room, a man on a mission.

Ryan was on his second drink at the bar when Frank bumped into him. “Hey man, watch…” Ryan stopped himself from saying anything else when he saw Frank’s additional height and muscles.

“Sorry bro,” Frank said with a brief glance at Ryan. “Hey Topher!”

“Having a good time?” Topher asked with a wink.

Frank glanced at Ryan and a woman at the bar. “I need to have a private conversation real quick with my friend here.”

“Oh, so we’re friends now,” Topher smiled. “I thought I was just your dealer.” He waved everyone else away.

Ryan was slow to leave, and heard Frank say, “No man, we’re best friends. Listen, you got any more stickers? I’m willing to pay.”

Topher nodded like he had expected this. “You’re not the first person to ask. You know the drill. Only the first taste was free.”

“How much?”

“Two hundred bucks.”

Ryan almost spit out his drink as he began to walk away. Two hundred bucks for 90 seconds? Well, 90 seconds times ten. That still seemed like a huge rip off.

He heard Frank read his mind. “That’s way too much money!”

“Well like I said, you only got a taste. What I’m selling will have more of a kick.”

Ryan was out of ear shot after that. He didn’t have money like that to blow anyway. He looked around for Bailey. He really wanted to leave now. He checked where helicopter guy had been. He was still there, but he wasn’t twirling his dick anymore. He was stroking it though, and a few other girls were watching him do it with wide, hungry eyes.

Ryan observed long enough to see a different girl hop out of him. Then another girl, one that had been eagerly waiting, possessed him a second later. Ryan shook his head. That well hung guy had a line of girls waiting to possess him like he was some kind of ride. But where was Bailey? He was beginning to get worried when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of his friend’s pretty face.

“Sorry,” Bailey said quickly when she saw his concern fade. “Didn’t mean to worry you. Just had to use the bathroom.”

“It’s okay. You ready to go?”

“Well, what if-”

A person slapped her hard on the back, interrupting her. A guy had just put a sticker on her back. It stuck to her, but the guy didn’t disappear into her. He pulled it off and cursed, then said, “Oh man. I think I’m out!”

As he turned and walked away, he got possessed a second later by a girl who ran up behind and stuck him. His body quickly walked over to where Tiffany was making out with another guy, and began grinding his dick against her hip.

“If people are running out, that means the party will be winding down soon, I guess,” Ryan noted. “Sorry you didn’t get laid, Bailey. At least you got to swing a dick around. How did that feel?”

“What?” Bailey asked, then added quickly. “Oh, uh, good I guess. Hey, come with me.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the foyer, but instead of going towards the door, she led him up the flight of stairs.

“Where are we going?” Ryan asked.

“Just somewhere with a bit of privacy,” was all she said.

The first two rooms they tried were occupied. One contained a guy and a girl going at it like it was their job. The second one had the makings of a mini orgy. Ryan had to pull Bailey away from that one because she couldn’t stop staring.

When they got into the third room, Bailey locked the door behind them, then looked intently at Ryan.

“What?” Ryan wondered aloud. “Do I got something on my face? Why’d you bring us up here?”

“Is there something you want to say to me?” Bailey asked. She walked towards him slowly with a look of concern.

“What?” Ryan asked apprehensively. Internally, his mind was racing, wondering if she knew about his feelings for her. If she asked him directly, he’d deny, deny, deny.

“Is the reason you didn’t pursue any of the other girls here…” she got shy all of a sudden. “Is it because maybe…you like me?”

“Yes!” Ryan practically shouted. So much for denial. “I mean…I know we’re friends. And I don’t want to ruin that. Our friendship has been the best thing that happened to me since I got here and-”

Bailey raced towards him and kissed him. Her momentum pushed him back, and he fell into a sitting position on the bed. Bailey crawled onto his lap, and peppered his lips and face with her mouth.

“Oh my gosh!” he gasped. “Is this really happening? Is this real?”

In a quick movement, she yanked her shirt off and watched as his eyes locked onto her bra. “What do you think?” She seemed to take a moment to admire her cleavage before taking one of his hands and placing it over her bra. She helped him squeeze her. “Do these feel real, Ryan?”

Ryan was so happy, and so turned on, but there was this thought, a stupid thought, one that buzzed about and dared to try and interrupt his happiness. “Uh, is it really you in there, Bailey?”

With mild shock, she asked, “What? You think someone’s possessing me right now and that’s why I’m coming on to you?”

“Well, yes. I mean, this was a possession party after all.”

Bailey nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, you’re right. But it has been longer than 90 seconds since I started talking to you downstairs, hasn’t it?”

“I think so.”

“Well if you’re not sure, why don’t you count down from 90. You can watch me closely while I remove this bra.” With a soft click, she unfastened the clasp, and let the bra slowly fall away from her boobs. Ryan was watching very closely indeed as she added. “If you see anyone pop out of me, you’ll know I was possessed. But if not, you can decide what you’d like to do with me next.”

In a room close by, Kim became aware for what seemed like the twentieth time that she was sitting on a bed, still completely naked. That wasn’t new to her. Nor was the fact that her fingers were on her pussy or a hand was squeezing her boobs. That had been how she had discovered herself a few times now. Also not new, was how her body felt. It wanted sex, it wanted to be penetrated, it wanted to climax! She hadn’t been this worked up in a while But none of that mattered because she knew what would happen if she didn’t move quickly. The pervert behind her would put the sticker onto her back and take over her body. And then she’d find herself in a slightly different position with a finger on her clit and a hand on her boob in another 90 seconds.

All of this flashed across her mind in the span of a few moments, which normally would have been too long, but behind her, Steven had fumbled the sticker. He picked it up off the bed and tried to place it again, but Kim had already sprung to her feet, whirled around, and faced him.

The door was just past him. She could do this. She’d have to run into the rest of the house naked. And would have to dodge anyone else with a sticker. But she’d just have to make it out of the house. That’s what Topher had said. The magic only worked inside the house. And then she’d get even with Frank, and Topher too. But first she’d flatten this overweight geek who was standing in her way. She faked like she was about to dart left, then faked again to the right. The guy’s response time was slow. She could get by this guy with no problem.

“I uh, I can’t let you leave before Frank gets back,” Steven stammered.

“Yeah, and why’s that?” Kim shot back.

“Because he wants to, uh…” Steven couldn’t finish and went red.

Kim spit out the rest in a fury. “He wants to fuck me! While you’re in my body! Is that it?”

“No, I wouldn’t let…I’m not gay!”

Kim laughed in spite of herself. “Oh, I’m sorry! I get confused sometimes. You’re not gay. You just want my boyfriend’s dick inside of you, while you’re in me. Now it all makes sense.”

“It’s not the same!” Steven argued, trying to stall for time. “He just really knows how to get you off! But he’ll only do it for your body. That’s why he’s coming back. He can’t get enough of that,” he said as he motioned to her.

Kim wasn’t sure how to feel about that. She believed their relationship had been nearing its end, but…he still wanted her. She had walked all over him for months, and he still only had eyes for her. He could be banging any other girl while she had been possessed, but he wanted her body. But then she gave it more thought. He wanted her body, but not her mind, otherwise Frank wouldn’t need this pathetic excuse of a man to possess her. And Frank had been helping him do it!

“Well, he’s going to have to learn to live without me!” Kim declared, and then made her move. She had been right. The guy’s weight did make him slower. She was past him in a flash and her hand was on the door before he was fully off the bed. She yanked it open, and ran right into Frank.

“Steven, I thought I told you to stay…” Frank trailed off as he saw a sheepish Steven with one foot still on the bed. “Oh, I see.”

Kim whirled around so her back wasn’t exposed to Steven, so he couldn’t use the sticker on her. Her bare butt backed into Steven, and she felt his dick push against her. She understood what it was to be between a rock and a hard place.

With her eyes on Steven, she pleaded with Frank, “Babe, you don’t need him. If you want to fuck me, I’ll let you. I didn’t know you still loved me and wanted me this much. If you make this creep go away, we can try again.”

Frank put his beefy hands on her shoulders and spun her around. She was scared for a second, until she heard Frank’s booming voice say, “Drop the sticker, Steven.”

“But…” Steven protested as he shambled forward.

Kim smirked. She couldn’t believe Frank was buying her “try again” speech. She looked up at him and said, “My hero.” Then gave him a peck on the cheek.

She was so confident that her deception was working, that she didn’t notice Frank’s hand reach into his back pocket and pull out a blue sticker, and extend it towards Steven. Steven wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but then he made eye contact with Frank, who winked at him. Steven closed the gap quickly, grabbed the sticker from Frank’s hand, and began to remove the plastic tab.

Kim realized that something was going on, but when she tried to turn around and see, Frank’s hands clamped onto her shoulders, pinning her to the spot. “What’s going on, Frank?” she asked sharply.

Frank gave her a knowing smile. “Everything with you has been hard lately, and you just suddenly have a change of heart about us? I’m sure that’s not the only time you’ve been fake with me.”

She began to squirm in his grip as she shouted in his face, “You’re right about that you pathetic waste of space! I will make you regret this! First chance I get I’m going to cut off your-”

And then the fight left her. She stopped squirming, and her face broke out into a grin. “I’m back in.”

Frank couldn’t help himself. He kissed her.

Steven felt a tongue enter Kim’s smaller mouth. Her feminine body responded automatically to the sensation of Frank’s body so close to hers. Steven’s mind rejected it a moment later, and he pushed Frank off and began spitting. “No, ew! Gross, man! Why’d you do that?”

Frank ushered them both in so he could lock the door. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. This is such a huge turn on for me.”

“I’m happy you’ve found your kink, but I am not comfortable kissing you.”

“But it’s okay if I eat her out?”

“Obviously,” Kim/Steven said as she fell backwards onto the bed and spread her legs wide.

“And you’ll let me feel her tits?”

“Yeah, yeah, all that feels good. Now hurry up so we don’t waste this sticker.”

Frank opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and lowered his mouth to Kim’s pussy. It wasn’t long before Kim’s moans filled the room. Frank started groping her tits with one hand, then both. She grabbed his hands and helped him squeeze harder. She had always liked it a little rough.

Steven found it hard to think about anything else but the waves of pleasure that kept rippling through Kim’s body. If he had been aware of the passage of time, he might have realized that more than 90 seconds had come and gone, a few times actually. He felt a finger go inside of Kim’s pussy again, then two, all while Frank’s tongue did its thing. Steven felt Kim’s pelvis begin to instinctively writhe and buck against Frank’s face, and a tsunami of ecstasy washed over him from head to toe. It was better than any orgasm Steven had ever felt in a male body, and lasted much longer as well.

Frank stopped his tongue lashing and withdrew his fingers. He looked at Kim, who lay sweaty and spent before him. His dick was throbbing. It needed release. Her legs had closed around Frank’s head as she came, but he steadily began to spread them wide again.

A thought finally occurred to Steven. “Hey, how long’s it been? Shouldn’t I have been kicked out of her by now?”

“If it had been the normal sticker, yeah. But Topher gave me one that lasts a bit longer.”

Kim’s face became worried. “How much longer?”

“Twenty four hours,” Frank said, and placed a finger directly onto Kim’s clit.

Kim moaned and her body squirmed. “But, that’s too long,” Kim/Steven whined. “I don’t want to be a girl for a whole day.”

“I’ll try to help it pass quickly for you,” Frank smiled as he slipped a finger back inside. “Or I could stop right now and we could go our separate ways.”

“No!” she pleaded. “Keep doing that! I’m still so horny! I could totally go again.”

That was the other kick Topher had promised. Not only would this version of the spell last longer, but it included an aphrodisiac spell. The possessed person’s body would have a higher libido the whole time. Still, Frank acted surprised by Steven’s words, even as he continued to tease Kim’s clit. “Oh? Well, I wish I could help you, but…” Frank stopped touching Kim entirely, leaving a very frustrated Steven.

Steven wasn’t dumb. He knew where this was heading. Kim’s body didn’t seem to care though. Steven made himself one final compromise. “I’ll shut my eyes, okay? But no kissing. And you can just…do what you need to do, but keep getting me off.”

“That’s my Kimmy,” Frank said. He watched Kim roll her eyes at that, before shutting them tightly. He pulled off his pants and boxers, and then stared at her sopping pussy for a few seconds.

Steven still didn’t look as Frank rubbed the tip of his dick in her juices, getting it nice and wet for entry. But Steven couldn’t stop himself from letting out a delighted squeal in Kim’s voice as Frank’s dick went in. Kim’s pussy was being filled slowly, inch by glorious inch. Kim’s eyes opened as Frank began to pump in and out of her. Steven was letting a guy fuck him. That had not been on his to do list today.

He looked down and was calmed by the sight of Kim’s tits, bobbing up and down as Frank pounding Kim’s pussy. Steven knew that Frank had clearly gotten more than a little pent up. It was okay. As long as he didn’t try to kiss him again. It was okay that he was inside this body. It felt good. So good. Impossibly good. He could do this. He could stay a girl for twenty four hours. He wondered how many orgasms a girl could have in that time. He couldn’t wait to find out.

Back in Ryan and Bailey’s room, things had moved a little more slowly. At Bailey’s insistence, Ryan had begun counting to 90, very slowly. Bailey had turned his count into a silent striptease, removing her shorts and underwear. Ryan only made it to 32, and then stood up.

“Can I touch you?” he asked in a nervous tremor.

She gave him a bigger smile than he had ever seen. “Of course. You can touch me anywhere you want.”

And that’s what he did. She giggled as he began to run nervous, shaky hands over her. He felt her soft, smooth skin that seemed to go on forever. His hands went up and down her arms, then he crouched and moved them down the side of her legs. This put her pussy directly in front of him. He saw the patch of dark blonde hair. He moved his hands to the back side of her legs, and lifted them up. When his fingers touched the underside of her butt cheeks, he hesitated.

Bailey was breathing hard as she encouraged him, “Keep going. Feel all of me. I want you to.”

He kept staring at her pussy as his fingers continued their journey. Her cheeks lifted at his touch, and then he was gripping them in his hands. Her butt was small and tight. He spread her cheeks apart, then pushed them together. He saw a trickle of moisture run down her inner thigh.

“Are you…” he started to ask. Then he brought a hand around and touched the clear fluid.

“Yeah, that’s how wet I am right now for you,” Bailey said with knees that began to shake. “I love how you’re touching me. I love how much you want me. I think I’ll need to sit down soon.”

“Of course, sure, yeah,” Ryan said. He stood and led her to the bed. They sat down, and he put a hand on her boob. And then he kissed her. They stayed like this for a minute or two. Ryan had no way of knowing because for him, time was at a standstill. Eventually, some instinct kicked in, and he began to push her down onto the bed.

“Wait,” she said.

Ryan froze, terrified that he had done something wrong.

“It’s your turn to get naked,” she whispered softly.

He sighed, and clumsily shucked off his clothes, almost falling over in the process. Then he was beside her, pushing her down. She spread her legs, letting his dick rub near her pussy entrance. He tried to push into her. His aim was off.

Bailey giggled, then reached down and took his dick into her hand. “Let me help you out there, virgin boy.”

That phrase struck Ryan hard, as Bailey’s hand guided him into her. His face mirrored a mixture of horror and delight as he felt himself slide into her depths. “Oh!” he gasped at the overwhelming sensation of being inside his crush.

“Try not to cum too fast!” she said quickly. “Think of something else if you need to.”

Ryan was already thinking of something else. The phrase virgin boy. That’s what Tabitha had called him. Had Bailey overheard her say that? She couldn’t have. Tabitha had been inside of Bailey at the time, and Bailey wouldn’t have remembered.

“That’s it,” Bailey cooed underneath him. “You’re nice and hard inside of me.This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Had Ryan ever told Bailey that he was a virgin? He didn’t think so. She might have assumed, but…

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper. “You have to start a rhythm. You need to go in and out, not all the way out mind you, just to the tip. And then push back into me. Slowly at first, but then you can speed up, and you want to try and go deeper. Good. Just keep doing that.”

Ryan found himself following her instruction, even as his mind wondered. She began to moan loudly underneath him. It was incredibly sexy, and Ryan did not doubt that he would have exploded in her several times already if his mind weren’t otherwise preoccupied.

“Put a hand on my tit and pinch it!” she ordered.

Ryan obliged. She leaned forward for a kiss, and he gave it. It seemed hollow though. His dick didn’t care, and as it surged towards the finish line, he asked, “So, I guess thanks for being a great wing woman.”

Her expression became confused. “What? Wing woman? Sure, whatever. Just give it to me harder!”

He did give it to her harder. He was pumping furiously now as he kept to his line of questioning. “You called yourself that earlier, a couple of times actually. You said you’d be my wing woman and help get me laid.”

Her hips were bucking under him, trying to get him deeper every time. “How am I doing so far?” she cried out.

He could feel his balls tighten, and his dick begin to pulse inside her. Even so, he looked her in the eyes, and said the obvious. “You’re not her, are you?”

The hungry smile she gave him was one he had seen before, on Tabitha. She bucked harder and faster against him as she saw he was right on the edge. Then she gave him an extra show by playing with her tits. “That’s not going to stop you from cumming inside of her, is it?”

To Ryan’s regret, it did not stop him in the slightest.

To be continued.