When Lucas returned with several lingerie bags, he told me I would get to rate how each new outfit looked on my mom’s body. I told him to go fuck himself, but then he threatened to tell my dad what a mother loving pervert I was if I didn’t comply. Even worse, he made me do it…naked. He said it would ensure honest responses. “I want your Dad to fuck me even better than last night,” my mom said. “So be a dear and tell me which one turns you on the most. Keep your legs spread so I can see that small dick of yours. Wow. Maybe you got switched at birth. That is so much smaller than your father’s.”
She left and came out in another outfit. “What about this one? Does this make you want to fuck Mommy?” She grinned as she saw me get an erection. “Ooh, you want to fuck me so bad, don’t you, Johnny. Well you can’t. But maybe I’ll give you permission to touch yourself. Would you like that? Go ahead, wrap your hand around that pathetic cock and jerk for your Momma.”
I cannot believe Lucas fucked my dad while wearing my mom’s skin last night. Mom’s acting normal this morning, so he must have left in the dead of night. I’m still trying to get the image of Mom’s tits out of my head as she makes me and dad breakfast in the kitchen. She’s wearing a short black dress, and Dad can’t keep his hands off her ass, and she can’t stop egging him on by swaying it back and forth and giggling. I wonder if she’d be in such a good mood if she knew my bully had used her body to fuck her husband. Maybe she thinks it had been her. Or maybe she had a blank spot in her memory. I needed to find out it works when Lucas makes a skinsuit. I decide when Dad leaves, I’ll tell mom everything. I mean, she’s my mom. She’s got to believe me. As soon as my dad is out the door I say, “Mom? I have something to tell you. It’s about a guy in my class named Lucas.” She gave me a curious look before she said, “Lucas…Lucas…oh, you mean the guy who’s still wearing my skin? That guy?” My eyes went wide in surprise. “You’re still inside her?!” I exclaimed. “Why?! Why haven’t you left yet?” My mom began bouncing on her heels, making her large boobs jiggle and shake. My eyes couldn’t help but fixate on them. My mom gave a mocking laugh. “There’s the reason, Johnny. Because I get a perverse joy teasing you in this skin. Maybe it’s that, or maybe I liked how well your dad fucked me last night. Either way I’m going out to buy some sexy new outfits to tease Daddy with before he gets home. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to model them for you first.” And then my mom’s hand patted my crotch as Lucas wore her out. I hated how hard I’d been when he did it.
Lucas was making me sound like a pervert! I left him by the backyard pool and went to my room. He’ll have his swim, then take off my mom’s skin, and leave. Surely he won’t be here when my dad gets home. Lucas would be able to fool him easily enough, but he wouldn’t want my dad’s hands all over him. Which they would be if he kept that bikini on. I’m sure I’m right as I hear the sounds of my mom coming back inside and going back to her bedroom. Lucas is probably taking her off right now. Soon this will all be over. After several minutes I hear her call me. “Johnny, can you come to my bedroom please?” What does Lucas want now?! I step inside my mom’s room, and I am not prepared for the outfit Lucas has her in. “Look, dummy. Your parents play student and teacher in the bedroom. I bet he fucks her so good in this thing.” He taps her head with his finger. “Actually, I know he does. I can see it in her memories. Man, your dad’s got a big dick.” I do not like the way Lucas said that. Like he’s actually considering fucking my dad. It’s then we both hear the sound of the garage door. “Mm, looks like daddy’s home,” my mom says in a seductive voice. “Send him upstairs right away, Johnny. Mommy wants to see if there’s anything she can do to get a better grade.” I turn and leave. It’s a bluff. Lucas might have made out with me a little when he wore Jessica that one time, but there’s no way he’s actually going to have sex with my dad. As he walks into our house I say,” “Mom says you’re supposed to go see her in your bedroom as soon as you get home.” I expect to see Lucas scampering from our house moments later. But instead, I hear my mom’s loud moans echoing through our house.
I confronted my bully Lucas when he showed up at my house wearing my mom’s skin. I yelled for him to take her off and turn her back. He didn’t like that. He left me to put up the groceries while he took my mom’s body up to her room. He knew his way around our house cause he had access to my mom’s memories through the suit. Lucas could fool my dad into thinking he was really his wife if he wanted to, like he’s been fooling me this past month. I’m sure he’ll take it off before dad gets home. My jaw drops as I see my mom bounce down the stairs in a skimpy bikini I’ve never seen her wear. “Look what mommy had tucked away,” she said. “I’m gonna use it to go for a swim.” She walked outside to our backyard swimming pool. We have no privacy fence, so the neighbors were gonna get an eyeful of my mom! I followed after him. “Lucas, you can’t wear that out here!” I snapped. “Take it off!” He didn’t like that. He gave me a cold, calculating look that made my mom’s face look so twisted. But then her face softened. She smiled, and gave me her classic I’m not mad, just disappointed look. “Sweetie, are you trying to see my tits again? I really should talk to your father about how you’ve been obsessing over my body. It’s not appropriate. I’m your mother. But, I know you have needs, and you don’t have a girlfriend, so…here. You can have a quick peek at mommy’s boobs. But you’d better not get hard, son.”
I hoped my bully had been kidding about making my mom a skinsuit. After he left my house in Jessica’s body, I kept an eye on my mom as best I could. Days turned to weeks, and I assumed he’s forgotten about her. Until one day, I receive a video call from mom’s cell phone after a particularly long trip to the grocery store. I immediately knew something was off, just from the lascivious look on her face. “Come and get the grocery bags, sweetie. I’d help you, but as you can see, mommy’s hands are full. Hard to carry anything else when I got my hands on these melons.”
The worst kind of bully is the kind that has access to a skinsuit gun. Over the last month Lucas has used it to make a fool of me by pretending to be my classmates or teachers. So far he’s only ever been guys, but I should have suspected something was up when Jessica approached me to help her study for midterms. She’s a very hot cheerleader, and has been my secret crush for years, so I’d readily agreed. She kissed me on the cheek, and then I was counting the seconds until she showed up at my house after school. I introduced her to my mom, then took her upstairs to my room and began showing her my notes, “You are so sweet helping me out like this,” she gushed, and the next thing I know, she’s throwing herself at me. We started making out, and it was awesome, right up until she burst out giggling and pushed me back. To my horror she lifted her skirt, and pulled a long cock out of her pussy. She began stroking it and said, “You’re gullibility makes me so hard, Billy. Thanks for introducing me to your mom. She’s hot. I think I’ll make her my next suit.”
Possession magic is easy to cast, but hard to maintain. A person’s will can throw you out in seconds if the spell isn’t strong enough. My sister keeps showing me how far I have to go by successfully shoving my soul out of her in under a minute every time. She’s told me to stop practicing on her. If I do it again, she’ll tell our witch mom, and she’ll ground me from magic for a week. Fuck that. I found a workaround. I placed a spell of binding on an article of clothing that will keep me inside her for a much longer period of time. I could have picked any article of clothing for the binding spell. A shirt. Pants. A robe. But I had something else in mind. So when I possessed her today, I ran to my room and pulled it out of my top drawer. She was already fighting me and I could feel myself slipping from her body, but then I thrust the barely there negligee on. Suddenly it’s like she’s gone, and it’s only me in here. Now I’ve got plenty of time to explore. The bonus of this outfit is that it can stay on but I still have access to all the good bits.
My phone rang as I walked hurriedly across the hotel lobby. It was Bill, my best man. I answered it as I got to the elevator and said, “Yeah, I know I’m late for my own bachelor party. I’ll be there in a second, I’m getting on the elevator now.” The doors opened and I stepped on just as Bill’s panicked voice exclaimed, “What?! No, dude! Take the stairs! I forgot to get a stripper, so I enchanted the elevator to…um…” I clenched the phone tightly as I felt a warm tingling all over my body as the elevator sped upwards. “Bill! I’m already on it. What did you do?” He sounded very apologetic as he explained, “I thought it would be funny if, ya know, the last person to arrive had to be your stripper for the evening. I figured you’d be the first to show up, but everyone else is already here, except you…” I wanted to be angry at him, but the enchantment he’d placed on the elevator was already warping my mind. All I could think about was the fact that I was about to walk into a penthouse full of hot, horny men. That kind of thing made me so wet, and is probably why I became a stripper. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. As I stepped out into the penthouse suite, every eye was on me. I opened my black coat and flashed them my goodies, then said cheerfully, “Hey boys, who wants a lap dance?” They looked sheepishly at each other, and then one by one, they all raised their hands. I hoped I’d get to blow or fuck each one of them before the night was over.
My rival for valedictorian has figured out a pretty effective way of getting into my head, by getting into my sister’s body. I’m not sure how he does it, but every morning he’ll make her come into my room. He’s got me looking forward to it. I wake up early, hoping he’s already inside her, then can’t get back to sleep until she walks in. He doesn’t say anything at first. He’ll just lock eyes with me as he slips a hand under her panties and begins to finger her. He’ll use the other hand to feel her up. If I try to touch myself in front of him, he’ll leave. But if I don’t, I get to see my sister climax. After he does and I’m as hard as I can possibly be, he says, “Remember, if my GPA is higher than yours at the end of semester, I’ll let you fuck her. Now get downstairs, loser. Mom made you breakfast.”
I hand my boss his coffee, and try to keep a poker face as he takes a big sip. I learned yesterday he’s the reason I’m not getting a promotion in the company because he wanted to keep me as his errand boy. Well that stops today. No more coffee runs. No more meaningless errands. He eyes the zippered bag I’m holding. He thinks it’s his suit that I was to pick up from the dry cleaners. It’s not. It’s his new uniform. He drops the coffee cup and the drink splashes to the floor. Thankfully, it just takes a sip for it to work. “I feel…funny,” he slurs, putting a hand to his head. He stumbles, but I steady him and say, “Oh, I’d better get you to a doctor.” He tries to argue, but the drug affects the brain first, making him compliant and docile. The physical transformation begins on the way to my apartment. It confuses him rather than freaks him out, and he quickly begins playing with his new developing curves. In my apartment I unzip the bag and hand him the lingerie. He doesn’t argue when I tell him to put it on in my bedroom. I wait a few minutes, then join him. He’s on my bed, fingering his new pussy. “Hey,” he giggles. “I’m all wet down here! See!” He holds up his new feminine finger, showing off his arousal, then pops it into his mouth and tastes himself. “I’m so horny! Will you help me? You can fuck me however you want.” He was a shitty boss, but he’s going to make a fantastic sex slave.
My girlfriend closes her eyes on my bed. I see her body give a small jerk, and I know she’s gone. A few seconds later my mother enters my room without knocking. She says nothing, just winks at me and grabs the outfit I’d recently bought with her in mind, then she leaves. Now I just have to wait. As the seconds tick by, I think about how lucky I am to have a girlfriend who doesn’t mind that I still live with my mom. Who doesn’t judge me for my kinks. And who can astral project. All she wants is to make me happy, which she very much does. “I’m ready!” my mom’s voice calls. I kiss my unconscious girlfriend’s forehead, then sprint from the room. I open the door to my mom’s bedroom, and there she is wearing something she’d never put on in a million years. “Alright babe,” she says. “Here’s your mom in slutty lingerie. Ya know, I’d happily wear stuff like this in MY body, but I do love how excited you get when I’m her. You get so eager, and so, so hard. And momma loves her big, hard, boy.”
My friend Steve hopped my wife last week. I’m embarrassed to say that even though I knew he was inside her, we’d ended up fucking. Thankfully, Alicia has no idea, but how am I gonna be able to look Steve in the eye again. He’d really known how to use her body too, almost like he’d been inside her before… I thought back to several times over the past few years of my marriage. I recalled moments where Alicia had seemed like a completely different person in bed. Wilder. Kinkier. I thought she’d just been super horny, or felt like experimenting, but now, I wondered if my bodyhopping friend had already fucked me without me knowing. I decided to just confront him about it when he showed up today unannounced. As soon as he was in the door I asked in a hushed, angry tone, “Have you been inside my wife before last week, Steve?” His mouth split into a wide grin. “Maybe. Is that why you’re mad right now, or do you just need to get laid again?” I was mad alright. I clenched my fists and said louder than I intended, “How many times have we fucked without me knowing? Were you inside her the one time she let me, you know…do that thing?” Just then Alicia walked in to see what had me so upset. “What’s the matter, why are you shouting?” she asked irritably. Steve chuckled and said, “Don’t worry, Alicia. I know how to settle arguments in this house.” And then he had the balls to hop my wife again right in front of me! He moved her hands up to the zipper on her top. “Aw, no buttons this time,” he teased. “But I bet this gets you hard all the same.” He pulled the zipper down, and as my wife’s luscious breasts came into view, I found it increasingly difficult to be angry with all the blood rushing from my brain to my dick. He gave her big boobs a little shake, and said in a voice dripping with seduction, “Now, to which thing were you referring, ‘dear?’” He turned Alicia’s body around and wiggled her butt in my direction. “Were you talking about that time she begged you to fuck her in the ass?” He turned her back around and cupped her boobs, pushing them together. “Or the time she told you to shove your big cock between her tits so she could make you cum all over them?” It was then I realized that Steve had been the one giving me the hottest sex I’d ever had with Alicia. All my anger was replaced with gratitude and lust. Steve bit Alicia’s lower lip as my throbbing cock came into view. “I supposed we could reenact one of those moments right now if you wanted, or I could stay in Alicia the whole day and give you the chance to do both.”
Alicia and I were right in the middle of a heated argument when my friend Steve showed up unexpectedly at our house. He does that, just pops in with no notice. I’ve never minded it, but I’m sure it’s another thing my wife is gonna add to this fight. I got Steve a drink and left him in our living room, then met up with my wife to finish having it out. We kept our voices hushed at first, but soon we both got louder as our agitation rose. It must have been enough to draw Steve’s curiosity, because while my wife is going off on a rant, he stealthily walks up behind her. He grins at me, then takes another step, and phases into her body. I’ve seen him do this before, many times, but never with Alicia. “Dammit Steve! Don’t hop my wife!” The same grin Steve wore a moment ago is now etched onto Alicia’s face as he asks, “I thought I’d give you an assist. What were you two fighting about? It’s not the list of petty annoyances I just heard. What’s the root cause that started it all?” I glanced at my wife’s busty chest. It had been distracting me during the whole fight, because she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was another reason she’d been pissed when Steve came over unannounced. Her boobs strained against the yellow cardigan she wore. Steve laughed and said, “Hey buddy, eyes up here. Talk to me. Maybe I can help.” I kept looking at my wife’s tits as I said, “Not that it’s any of your business, but it started because I accused my wife of freezing me out in the bedroom the past two weeks, and it’s driving me nuts!” He smirked, which looked very hot on my wife’s face. Though that wasn’t really fair, because I thought anything she did was hot right now. “So, we just need to help clear your head,” he said, and then pulled down the leggings my wife had been wearing, revealing her sexy black panties underneath, and her long legs. My eyes went wide. “Steve, what are you doing?!” He ran his hands over my wife’s boobs, then popped the top button of her cardigan. Then the next. “S-stop unbuttoning her top, Steve!” He ran her hands between her now exposed cleavage before saying, “Why?” Then popped the third button. I couldn’t look away. “Why!” I exclaimed, my voice getting higher. “Because I just told you I’m not getting any, and you’re doing this sexy little strip show, and…and it’s making me hard.” He undid the fourth button. My lust for my wife’s body swelled. “I swear Steve, I don’t care if we’re friends, If you undo that last button, I’m gonna have to fuck you.” Without any hesitation, Steve stretched the fabric down, exposing Alicia’s delectable breasts, then he undid that last button.
My sister’s friend Ashley was staying the night. She’s so nice to me, and is super pretty, and in case it isn’t obvious, I’ve got a huge crush on her. I just wish I knew if she felt the same way. If she doesn’t, I could make a real fool of myself, and never hear the end of it from my sister. Thankfully, I’ve got a secret way of finding out. Since I was little, I’ve been able to astral project my consciousness into members of my family. So as soon as it gets late, I lay in my bed, close my eyes, and think of my sister. I’ll use her to ask Ashley if she’s got a crush on me. I feel myself drift off, and a second later, my soul rushes into my sister. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. I’m being smothered by something warm and impossibly soft and squishy. Then it’s shoved into my mouth. I open my sister’s eyes and see…Ashley’s boob! Her boob is in my mouth! “I love our sleepovers,” she moans. I feel her body against mine. We’re both completely naked! “Keep sucking my titties,” she moans. “I know how much you love them.” I happily do as she asks, pulling her tit deep into my sister’s mouth. I suppose I did get an answer to my question. Ashley also has a crush, just on my sister, not me. That’s still pretty great actually, as long as my sister doesn’t discover that I’m about to start hijacking her body on a regular basis.
My wife is a witch, and she’ll often use her wand or a potion to spice things up in the bedroom. I came home from work hoping she’d do just that. I found her in the kitchen, cooking our evening meal, and got behind her. I cupped her chest and gave a playful thrust with my hips. This seemed to annoy her. I should have given her a little space, and I did, for about ten seconds, then I tried it again. After I groped her for the dozenth time she exclaimed, “Did you just marry me for my boobs?! If I give you a pair of your own will you stop pestering me?!” Before I could answer, she walked across the kitchen to her potion cabinet. She took out one that was a phosphorescent blue, and threw it at me, bottle and all. It exploded against my chest. For a second, nothing happened, but then my clothes began to melt away. I felt a tingling all over my body, and felt myself begin to transform. I looked down and saw that I was becoming an exact copy of my wife. “I was saving this to see what it would be like to fuck myself,” she said wryly, “But if it gets you out of my hair till after dinner, that’s fine too.” I stared down at the perfect copy of my wife’s perfect tits. “Don’t go touching those,” she warned. “I infused that potion with a strengthening lust effect. It’ll feed off whatever is turning you on and make you want to do it more and more. So like I’ve been trying to tell you, wait until AFTER dinner to touch ‘my’ boobs, or you won’t be able to stop till the potions wears off, which won’t be for at least 4 hours.” I heard her, but…I WANTED to touch these boobs! My small fingers slid up to my chest, and I began groping myself. Suddenly it was all I could think about. I had to keep squeezing these titties. Needed to rub this slippery potion deeper into this soft skin. I hoped it lasted MUCH longer than 4 hours! My wife watched me get lost in her breasts for several seconds, then said, “Yeah, waiting’s never been your strong suit, dear. Guess I’ll be putting your meal in the fridge. I’m gonna eat mine now. Maybe take a bath after. I might join you later though. Have fun being a horny slut.” Oh, I do hope she joins me. Another set of hands on these tits would feel amazing!
I love to hop single women and record them masturbating for hours on end. At first, just being in a new body is enough to get me off multiple times. But then I’ll go to my private server where I upload the videos I make, and just watch my amazing collection of uninhibited women exploring themselves. Here’s me in Christy, watching Liz, my mount from yesterday. As I make Christy touch herself, I pretend it’s Liz’s idea to shake her ass at the camera. I’d bet anything she’s about to be a very dirty girl. It’s essentially past me, seducing present me, which future me will use to get off. So if you’re a woman reading this blog, and one night you had the urge to masturbate for hours while watching a ton of porn before uploading the video you just made to a server you can’t remember, that was probably me. You’re welcome.
It was our weekly sex night. I didn’t complain, just wanted to get it over with, but my husband was making it weird. I prefer to just lay there and let him get it over with, but tonight, he asked to cover me in a sensual oil. I thought he’d put it on me with his hands, like a massage, but then he just dumped it on me. The next thing he wanted me to do though, was out of the question. “I’m not wearing that degrading thing, John!” He’d presented me with a collar with a ball gag. What was he thinking?! My husband’s eye twitched, but he kept his tone even. “This is what I’m talking about Eve. You never want to try new things. C’mon. Just this once.” I grabbed the stupid collar and sneered at him. “Fine. You can see it on me for one second, then I’m going to take a shower and rinse this oil off, because there’s no chance I’m getting in the mood tonight.” I’m not really sure when my husband became such a sexual deviant, but it was gonna keep him from getting laid this week. I put it the collar around my neck and felt a tingle in the back of my mind. There. He’s seen it on me. I hope it gets him excited so I can leave him with blue balls. I go to take it off, but…my arms didn’t move. I tried to tell you something was wrong, but nothing came out. I had no control over any part of my body! Then I heard myself say with a sycophantic tone, “You got the oil and the collar on her, John! I knew you could do it! Now I can please you in ways your wife never would.” I screamed internally as my hands slid up my oily body to cup my boobs, and then began batting my tits to stiffen them. My husband smiled, shoved the ball gag in my mouth, and then violated my body for the rest of the night, and every night after that. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
We all thought the family swap remote was a gift, but I’m not so sure anymore. In usingnit, I’ve been husband, wife, father, mother, daughter and son. We swap so frequently I sometimes forget who I really am. Is it my dick I’m currently riding, or my own pussy I’m using to stir this cock with? I’ve decided it doesn’t matter. I just live for each new moment of release in whatever body I’m in. What matters is that right now, I can feel the pressure building, a climax imminent. “Almost there, almost there,” I moan frantically as the pair of tits I currently have bounce and jiggle. A hand smacks my ass and I speed up. And then I feel the cock erupt inside me, and I can’t stop shaking as we both cum.
