Lisa

Ever since we became this gooey thing, our libido and urge to possess grew by the day.

For a second I even considered my own son, and that terrified me. If I cross that line, will I recover from it? Would I have the strength to leave him or make him a personal meatsuit.

I know now my life in my body is over, and we only delaying the inevitable. Sooner or later Jennifer and I need to look for permanent residence. I think it should sooner, at least that way we have some control. Hell maybe we can't even reform in a week, or month.

My baby boy was so understanding... When I did not see any hesitation on his part and how he wanted us to keep our neighbours body... Our love for him overpoured and we kissed him.

And it felt good. It felt right. I always hated how he was outcast of his weaker physical abilities and even disability. We always had each other, and not others. I was a widow, and my sweet daughter, always had trouble finding any boy that caught her attention, and girls were jealous of her, which led to her being somewhat bullied, but that never bothered her, and shrugged it off.

At that time we had the self-control and empathy to leave Ramirez's body. But the more I thought about it... Why shouldn't I take her? We never exchanged anything other than few greetings. When did others gave a damn about us? About our needs? Final straw when I found out my son's fetish:

Possession.

The thought that I could fulfill my son's sexual desire, in another body, that is not of the same blood. It filled me with excitement. Only time will tell if that accident was a curse or a blessing. By the minute it is tipping to the latter.

Re-possessing Ramirez was easy. She was finishing cleaning her living-room. She was a fling-type woman, so she lived alone. She was quite naughty as she was without any pants but wore a shirt. Most likely wanted someone to peek at her. This was all the invitation I needed to ram in her butt the second I slithered under her door.

Gaining control fo her body, was donning a very-very a nice comfortable clothing. It was intoxicating. I knew everything about her, but could differentiate between her and myself.

I cupped a feeling of my new massive breasts and smiled. He will sure like them.

Before that, I need to be sure about what I can do once I possess someone. Complete knowledge of the person I control is one thing but what else?

I try to concentrate my body elsewhere. My boobs. once a small slime from the head to chest under the skin traveled. With a thought I could deflate or inflate it. A smirk crossed my lips. This will be usefull should I possess someone who lacks certain "qualities" I can make it up. What else?

After a bit of playing around, I can cure parts of a body, like back pain from big chest's, sore muscles, enchancing said muscles without looking like a muscle man. Adjusting the sensetiviy of the body. absorbing the waste to split myself

Which means multiple bodies are not off the table.

A sinister smile curled on my new lips. If my son wants, we can make him a harem. The thought alone made my new pussy moist and pleasurable chill down my new spine. A plan no doubt Jennifer wouldn't mind partake in once I explain everything. She will mostly stick taking cheerleaders, young little sluts, while I mostly bring Mothers, Cougars and trophy wives under my control.

I teased my womanhood with my fingers. I need a release BAD.

It was time to explore this new body of mine.

Plunging in two fingers, I thought about my son. How I show him a good time, his soft hands exploring me. As I jerk him off, and cums on me.

I paced myself. Moaning with my new voice as I reach for the climax.

Soon I release and the glorious orgams reaches me.

Yet I still want more. I'm not satisfied until the dream becomes reality.

I stood up, and it is hard to decide what to wear. While I want nothing more to strut over there with the tightest one pice dress, it would be suspicious. So I have to wear something that emphasizes my figure but still look relatively casual.

And I find my piece.

I lick my lips as I would fuck myself.

"Thank you Emily Raynolds for this wonderful body." I chuckeled with her voice. As I strut out of her house with hips swaying.

It was time to give my son, an experince he will never forget. A love he deserves.