Possession Portal

Tracy, my wife, was subjecting me to another binge watching session of reality TV. I’d much rather be fucking her brains out, but this is what we do for love. When the doorbell chimed, she paused it and got up to see who it was while I stayed on the couch. I watched her disappear around the corner and heard our front door open. “Can I help you?” her voice asked nervously. Then I heard her give a soft yelp, and I was on my feet, heading for the front door. I got there just in time see her shut it, then she whirled around. She looked me up and down, then grinned slyly, and held out something to me. It was two pairs of handcuffs. Before I could ask where she got them, she said, “How about we go to our bedroom and fool around with these.” Thoughts about who was at the door temporarily vanished, and I led the way quickly to our upstairs bedroom. “Get your clothes off,” she ordered. She was usually very submissive in bed, so seeing her like this was getting me rock hard. She eyed our bed frame as I undressed. She went over and tested it, seeing how sturdy it was, as if she hadn’t been the one to pick it out a few years ago when we got married. “This’ll do nicely,” Tracy continued. “Now lay on your back on the mattress and spread your arms on each side.” I did as she said, and felt the cold metal bracelets tighten around my wrists moments later. “Wow, these feel like the real deal,” I said, giving them a tug. I couldn’t move, and felt very exposed. Tracy began to slowly undress. “Oh, they are. Got them off a real policeman last week.” I chuckled at her joke, but stopped as her amazing boobs came into view. Didn’t matter how many times I’d seen them, I always wanted to see them again. She climbed onto our bed in just her black panties and put her hair behind her head. Then she began kneading and shaking her boobs right in front of me. “Want me to fuck you?” she teased. “Yes, please.” She took off her panties and said, “Just remember, you wanted this.” I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t care, as her velvety soft pussy began sliding inch by inch down my throbbing shaft. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back in her head as she took me all in.” “Mm, I do like em big,” she moaned. Just then I heard a crash from downstairs. “Someone’s in the house!” I whispered, my eyes wide with alarm. Instinctively I tried to get up, but the handcuffs held me fast to the bed frame. My wife just smiled sweetly at me, and instead of helping me get free, she began to roll her hips, stirring up my dick inside her. She put her boobs just above my face and said, “Don’t worry ‘hubby,’ that’s just my partner coming to rob you now that I’ve successfully hopped your wife and handcuffed you to your bed. You don’t need to yell or struggle. Just stay hard for me and keep your eyes on these luscious tits.” As she said this, she began to feel herself up again, really appreciating her boobs like I’d never seen her do before. “Ooh, you got harder as you watched me play with her boobs. I can’t blame you. I’d be hard too if I were in my own body.” My wife began to bounce then, making her boobs jiggle each time. “Keep staring at em ‘hubby.’ And stay hard. Otherwise I won’t win the bet.” The squeak of the box springs grew louder, as did my wife’s moans as she rode me. “What bet?” I managed to ask. I watched my wife shudder as she came, then she resumed a slower pace on my cock that was begging for it to be his turn. My wife licked her lips and said, “I bet my partner that even knowing a hopper was inside your stacked wife, I could still get you to cum before we have to leave.” The bastard won that bet less than a minute later.

I am a wizard living in isolation from people. I don’t have anything against them, but many of them would have something against me. While attending a certain well known school for magic, I became very good at transfiguration. I thought it would help me make a name for myself apart from my very famous brother. Well, it did in the end, just not the way I wanted. I was in my twenties when a very pretty witch I’d fancied went off and got married to someone else. So I did something that wasn’t exactly illegal, but was highly frowned upon in the wizarding world. I went out to where we keep our goats. I pointed my wand at one of the more stubborn males, and yelled a transfiguration spell. The goat bleated in protest as he was lifted into the air by swirling magic. His hooves became human hands and feet. His face shrank into that of a beautiful young woman. All the goat hair vanished from his body, leaving only soft porcelain skin. As the magic in the air dissipated, I saw the one thing it had not changed, was his horns. They still sprouted from a human woman’s head. In a rage, she ran at me, but I stopped her with a freezing jinx. I levitated her, and brought her into the house. I should change her back into a goat, but…I’ll admit I was curious. You see, I’d turned her into an exact copy of that girl that had gone off and married another man. Before I could change my mind, I shot another spell at her, one that would give her a desire to mate with the nearest wizard. In this case, me. And mate we did. Many times. And then the auror’s showed up, and I was taken to court and threatened with time in Azkaban. Thankfully, my brother arrived and made them see reason, because again, I’d technically done nothing illegal. But it is still highly frowned upon. So I’ve chosen to spend my days living many miles away from the nearest witch or wizard, because I’ve chosen not to part with my former goat, now lover. She’s growing more human every day, although I haven’t the heart to remove her horns, but I love how she’s still desperate to mate with me every day.

@Milkman until the end Becky will probably have some explaining to do after that last comment.

@Cindy I for sure would be!

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

When possession charms hit the market, my wife Becky got one and made me use it to possess her body. A lot. She loves it when I take control of her. Well, to a point. She remains fully aware and can talk to me from inside her mind, so eventually she’ll start backseat driving. She usually tells me to take a bath or drink some wine and then I end up masturbating the way I’m instructed. But one weekend my friend Richard popped over while I was possessing her. His eyes went up and down her body, and I felt a sexual thrill that I’d never known before. I wanted to feel what it was like to get fucked with a dick. Richard’s dick. My wife could feel me getting turned on, but couldn’t read my thoughts. She told me to get rid of him so we could start masturbating. I did, but a few days later, I told Richard that it had been me piloting her body. I confessed to liking it when he’d checked her out, and said next time, he should come over and fuck us. Richard loved the idea. The problem was, Becky hated Richard, so we made a plan. The next time she made me possess her, I texted Richard to come over. As soon as I was in Becky’s body, I got naked and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Instantly my wife tried to direct me. “Yes, yes, there I am. Honestly, Jack, sometimes I think you’d just stare at me during these sessions if I didn’t tell you what to do.” I just made her smile and wink at herself. I put a red silk robe around her. Then I went to my dresser drawer and took out the blindfold I’d purchased. I slipped it over her eyes, then climbed into our bed, and waited. “Well, this is new. I guess this could be hot. Wait, did I just hear someone at our front door. Jack! I think someone just walked into our house! You need to take this blindfold off and put something on!” But I remained perfectly still, listening for the sound of my friend coming up the stairs, and into our bedroom. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was staring at my wife’s naked body. I shifted her legs, feeling how wet I’d made her. “Jack! Why am I getting so turned on! Did you plan this?!” I heard clothing hit the floor next to the bed. Then I felt strong hands on my wife’s legs, gently spreading me open. He could see everything now. My breathing hitched in anticipation. “Jack…this is so hot,” my wife whimpered in my head. “I never thought you’d be down for something like this-AAAHHHH!” Richard’s hard 7 inches thrust into my wife’s dripping cunt. It felt better than I could have imagined. He made me cum so many times before shooting a load into my wife, and then he left. After we both came down from our orgasmic bliss, my wife said, “So which one of your friends did you get to do that?” I laughed and said, “It’s more fun if it’s a secret.” Then my wife surprised me by saying, “Well it felt like Richard. Only his cock can make me cum like that.”

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

My mom had been freaking out the past few days. When I asked her about it, she told me she’d been given some curse where a perverted entity follows her around. It makes her hallucinate. Makes her see people doing sexual acts in front of her and to her. She warned me that eventually this entity would possess her and make her seduce the person she cared about the most. When that happened, I was to stay away at all costs, lest the curse get passed on to me. I saw how upset she was and asked how I could help, but she suddenly started begging me to stop taking my clothes off. I didn’t understand. I was still fully dressed. She yelled that she wouldn’t blow me, then ran from the room. That’s when I believed her. I kept an eye on her best I could, and left the room whenever she started seeing things. But this morning, she seemed…fine. She smiled at me more than usual as she made my breakfast, but otherwise, fine. She watched me eat while smiling. It was actually kind of a creepy smile. “I’m going to take a bath,” she seductively. She stood up and took off her shirt right there in front of me. Thankfully she still had on her bra, but she looked amazing. I felt myself get hard. She seemed to sense this. She looked in the direction of my crotch and licked her lips. Then she went to the bathroom and I heard water filling the tub. I couldn’t stop thinking of my mom’s body, and was about to rub one out, when she called to me from the bathroom. I went to the door and asked, “Are you decent?” She laughed and said, “You won’t be able to see my good bits. I need you to get me a towel though.” I hesitantly entered. She had her chest pressed up against the side of the tub. I shamefully wished I could get just a flash of tit. That’s when she smiled. It was a wickedly perverted smile. “You want to stroke to mommy’s body, don’t you,” she said. “Here, have a look at it. Look at mommy’s boobs. Her hairless cunt. Take your cock out and stroke it while looking at me. I want you to cum. I’ll even help you.” Before I knew what was happening, I’d taken my pants and underwear off, and my mom was leaning forward with that eerie smile. She stroked me till I came all over her face. That’s how the curse gets passed on apparently. It makes you cum in front of someone you know you shouldn’t, then live with the consequences and shame. Soon, it will inhabit my body, and force me to pass it on to someone else.

My 19 year old daughter was kidnapped this last week. Not for money, but for leverage. I was the prosecutor in a big case against organized crime in our city. These goons thought if they threatened my family, that I’d forget the charges and their boss would be free to go. Another day without her, and I might have done as they asked. But then our boys in blue tracked down the thugs that had her, and returned her to me safe and sound. It was quite the tearful reunion when they brought her to my front door. She kept sobbing and wouldn’t let go of me and her mother. The court gave me a couple of weeks of leave to help us heal, and extra police protection. When it was over, I was ready to go to war. Now that my family was safe, nothing would stand in my way of bringing this crime syndicate to justice. I had an early breakfast, and was about to leave when my daughter came out in her robe. I smiled at her and said, “Honey, you didn’t have to get up to see me off.” “But I did, Daddy,” she said with a trace of a smile. “I needed to make sure you understand what’s still at stake.” That’s when her small hands untied the robe’s belt, and exposed her alabaster skin to me. Her left hand moved to her breast, which she began to caress seductively. I was like a deer in headlights, unable to look away. She resumed speaking, but this time a deep masculine voice came out of her mouth. “Your daughter still belongs to us, Mr. Prosecutor. Her body is here, but we’re still in her mind. We can make her do whatever we want. We could have had her kill you and the missus a hundred times this last week. Or maybe…” her voice changed, and she sounded like herself again. “…maybe you’d like to fuck me Daddy. Even though it would tank your career, I promise you my pussy’s worth it.” She giggled as she moved a hand down and fingered herself in front of me. “Of course, I could just SAY you fucked me.” Her voice suddenly took on an innocent quality as she kept rubbing herself. “I told my dad I couldn’t get to sleep. So he held me in my bed, and next thing I know he’s on top of me. I know it was wrong, but it felt so good, especially when he slipped his big, hard cock inside me. He made me cum so many times.” She gave a soft menacing laugh.” “The press would eat that up. That’s what I’ll tell them happened these last two weeks, unless you get all the charges to our boss dropped. Today. Daddy.”

@Milkman thank you! I’m having a blast!

“Have you ever thought about being with a woman?” my husband asked. We’d been sharing a glass of wine and talking about our kinks and fantasies. None of them had made me bat an eye, until that one. It made me go bright red, and Dan interpreted that correctly as a yes. “Anyone I know?” he prodded. “No,” I lied. “Then who?” he countered. He was very keen to know, but how can I possibly tell him that the woman I have a huge crush on right now is his sister Brooke! He’d go from being aroused to sickened. But Dan is VERY stubborn, so after a few days of asking, I tell him. Turns out, he wasn’t sickened at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Because my husband hadn’t shared his biggest fetish. Incest. Since we now had a shared interest in the same person, Dan made a suggestion. Brooke and her husband lived a couple hours away, but they would often visit us for the weekend and spend the night. The next time they did, Dan wanted to hire a bodyhopping prostitute to hop his sister so we could all have a kinky threesome. It was a crazy idea, but the very thought made me jump his bones right there. The next time Brooke and her husband visited, we spent a wonderful evening together. I made sure to keep topping off her husband’s wine glass so he’d turn in early. Sure enough, he excused himself around 10pm and went to the guest room on the other side of the house. My husband texted the hopper, who was on standby, and she was inside Brooke five minutes later. I had my mouth on her perky tits five seconds after that. My husband began stroking himself to the sight of his wife and sister making out. The hopper turned Brook’s face towards my husband and began moaning as I flicked her tits with my tongue. I had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her from being too loud. Don’t want Brooke’s husband catching us. He’d tell his wife and they probably would never visit again. Can’t let that happen. Cause I’m hoping this will become a regular thing.

My best friend and I couldn’t afford a regular bus ticket to take us across the country. Luckily, women ride free on the Stealth Control line, provided we get a shot filled with nanites. Seemed reasonable to us, so I told Tina we should go for it. Two shots and an hour later, we stepped onto the bus. I felt a tingle down my spine as I passed down the aisle. Tina and I took our seats, and it seemed like every man on the bus had a phone out to record us. That’s weird, because I’m pretty sure no one has even taken over our bodies yet. It’s funny actually, and I start to giggle. My friend starts laughing too, and then she winks at the cameras and says, “Showtime.” She straddles my lap. I guess she thinks that we should be giving some sort of performance so they don’t kick us off. I agree. Seconds later, our boobs are out and we’re taking turns sucking on each other’s titties. The men eat it up. “Keep recording guys!” I say cheerfully. “These sexy ladies will be with us for several more hours, and me and Julius will be in control of them the whole time.” I don’t know why I picked the name Julius. It just came to me I guess. It made everyone applaud though. I realize we should probably turn up the heat so no one gets bored. That’s got to be the reason I slid a hand up Tina’s leg and began fingering her pussy. She moaned appreciatively, and the crowd went wild. Men are so easily manipulated.

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

@Milkman the government has no way of tracking them as of yet. They’re still looking for patient zero, as he might be their best hope in finding a cure. Until then, more and more hoppers will get made every day.

As the bodyhopper pandemic grew beyond society’s control, leaders in government encouraged everyone to wear special face masks. They would supposedly block a hopper’s ability to enter us since our mouths and nose would be covered. Turns out, that was bullshit, because as soon as I stepped out from my apartment wearing one, I got hopped. The deviant slipped out of his current victim by turning to smoke, and then went through my mask like it wasn’t even there. He pulled my panties down, and started parading me down the sidewalk with deliberately seductive gait. He’s obviously trying to get people to look at my butt. It’s probably working. I wouldn’t know, because I can’t turn my fucking neck. Oh! He’s walking right towards some police officers! Maybe they’ll notice I’m acting strange and arrest me. Surely that would make the hopper leave. To my utter embarrassment, he goes right up to them, and pulls up my skirt. Everyone behind me can see my bare ass! And then he makes me turn, and gives the cops the same view. Then I start to walk slowly away. I expect to get cuffed at any second. But instead, all I hear is…a wolf whistle. One of the cops is whistling at me! Suddenly I hear my voice say, “Your hot little body can get away with so much stuff darlin’. Let’s keep showing it off.”

I’m revamping my old captions. Since I don’t have my previous word constraints, I’m been fleshing them out more, but I realize I might be making some of them too long. Do people like longer captions? Or do you prefer them short and sweet?

These last few weeks my girlfriend has been sweet and cuddly most of the day, but then suddenly becomes distant and moody at night. If I try to initiate sex, she acts like I disgust her, but then I’ll hear her quietly masturbating next to me when she thinks I’m asleep. I finally decided we needed to have it out, and when I voiced my issues about this with my girlfriend, she became alarmed. She told me she’d been noticing gaps in her memory. Something dawned on her, and she got very angry. She told me her ex boyfriend, with her permission, used to possess her through astral projection. She let him do it whenever she didn’t feel like having sex. He got to have his fun, and she’d wake up with no memories of how he’d used her body. However, when they broke up, she’d told him never to do it again. It appears he ignored her wishes and was now threatening our relationship. So we laid a trap for him. I procured a spell that would temporarily keep him from leaving her body, and she bought some kinky bondage items. Around the time she begins acting different, she had me lock her up in a very compromising position. “Fuck me as much as you want, baby,” she ordered. “And fuck me hard.” A few minutes later, right at 8pm, I saw her convulse slightly, and then began struggling against her constraints. I cast the spell, and a look of panic came over her face as her boyfriend realized he couldn’t leave. I just smiled, and acted like I didn’t know that her ex was inside of my girlfriend. “Alright, babe. I’m gonna fuck you all night long, just like you wanted. If you ever want me to stop, just say the safe word.” Her eyebrows shot up. “I don’t remember it!” I just shook my head and smiled. “I bet you’ll remember it when that spell wears off. If you ever come back, I’ll cast it again and we can go for round two.” And then I thrust into my girlfriend’s tight wet pussy.

I live with an ancient family curse. Whenever I fall in love with someone, they become able to possess my body. I tried not to fall for so long, but then I met Stephen. I fell hard, and fast. I didn’t tell him about the curse though, even after we moved in together. I thought maybe it was going to skip a generation. But then today he went to hug me from behind as I got ready to go to work, and his whole body phased into mine. After an initial freak out, he went to our bathroom mirror and just began staring at my chest like he’s never seen it before. Now he’s clumsily trying to take my bra off and giggling like crazy the whole time. He’s really struggling. It’d be funny if this wasn’t making me crazy horny. Oh, he finally got it off. Aaaaand wouldn’t ya know it, straight to groping my boobs. Fuck. It feels so good when HE does it from inside me. I’m so stupid. I love him so much. He’s gonna figure out soon that he can possess me whenever he wants now.

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

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