Tim begins to abuse his power, possessing the bodies of those around him and changing them from within so that they think every new, sexy decision is all their own in Head Games 2.

The more Tim uses his new invention and possesses his wife, using her hands to touch herself, the more sensual his wife becomes when he’s not inside. His desire for her busty body is rubbing off on her. She’s talking dirtier in bed. Showing off more skin. Loving her body almost as much as Tim does.

So he decides to push it.

Her wardrobe is conservative and covers too much so Tim possesses his wife and then goes shopping. At each store he settles into her body and picks out sexier outfits. Dresses. Skirts. Swimsuits. Adjusting her mind until she loves showing off more skin.

But Tim still isn’t satisfied. He wants more. With this power he could have practically anyone he wants, as long as he can get close enough to them. There are so many possibilities. He’ll never have to work again as long as he can find a rich stranger. And if they’re rich and hot and selfish and deserving of being taken down a peg…so much the better.

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Tim

Kelly’s alarm wakes both of us the next morning. She slaps it off sleepily but doesn’t make an effort to get up. I roll over and spoon her, resting my hand on one of her pillowy breasts as I press myself against her bubble butt. God, it was so fun being in her body. Feeling her up with her own hands. My manhood stirs against her butt and I kiss the back of her neck.

“Mmm,” she moans, “I have to get up.”

“Call in sick,” I say, kissing the back of her neck again.

“That would be nice,” she says, as she slips out from beneath the covers. My wife has always had a sense of duty to her work.

I lie in bed and watch her sleepily as she stretches and stands. Interestingly, she reaches up and cups her breasts through her nightie, squeezing them briefly with a little sigh of contentment before letting them drop. Then she disappears into the bathroom.

It seems the changes I accidentally made to her have stuck. When I was in her body, I watched in the mirror as I made her touch herself, enamored with her curves. She seems to have retained that self-desire and even gained a little more self-confidence in her body. Before, she didn’t like to even look at herself and we would have quiet sex in the dark. But last night she couldn’t stop grabbing her tits as she rode me. Even threw in some dirty talk, which I’ve never heard her do. And just a second ago she looked so happy touching herself.

I wonder how far I can push these changes. How much confidence can I give her? How much sexier can I make her?

I get out of bed and go to the spare room, which houses my makeshift lab. On the workbench sits my modified grey beanie, strung with electronic filaments and a powerful processor. I was just attempting to create a program that could read minds but I’ve accidentally created something much more powerful. With this on my head, I can put my mind into the body of anyone nearby, effectively taking them over. I’ve already used it on Grant, the neighbor in the apartment next door, jumping into his body as he was having sex with his hot Spanish wife, Mira.

My phone dings with a message. Another picture of Mira from Grant’s phone. This one of Mira in the middle of putting on her bra, her tight little breasts still exposed. When I was in Grant’s body I sent myself a topless picture of Mira and it seems I’ve made Grant enjoy sending such pictures, not knowing who he’s sending them to.

I put the beanie on and lie down on the floor so I don’t hurt myself when my consciousness flits out. Powering it up with the little button at the back, I close my eyes. The staticky radar sphere jumps into view. Like a 3D map except that it only shows other people. They’re the big white dots. I consider Grant and Mira next door. Maybe hop in for a morning quickie? But then the white dot that symbolizes Kelly moves into the edge of the map. I move my mind towards her ,pushing closer, until the white dot envelops my entire vision and the world flips.

In a flash, I’m in Kelly’s body, in the bathroom, my mouth full of toothpaste. I’m thrown slightly off balance from the sudden reorientation of my body from a sitting to a standing position—not to mention the entirely different shape—and I put my hand out on the counter for balance. I finish brushing my teeth and bend down to spit into the sink. My dirty-blonde hair falls down my face and nearly into the sink while, at the same time, gravity pulls down on my delightfully heavy breasts.

I pull my hair back out of my face and spit, clean the toothbrush off in the running water and then put it away. I make Kelly look at herself in the mirror, my gaze tracing across the cute slope of her nose, her enchanting eyes. My lips curl into a slight smile as I admire her body from inside, my eyes swooping down to my chest, where my breasts press against the loose nightie.

I return to the bedroom a little clumsily, forgetting for a moment how her body moves. How her hips sway, her breasts jiggle. I pick her phone up off the nightstand and open it up. Flipping open her messaging app, I find her boss’s name and send him a message that Kelly is sick and won’t be coming to work today.

In her closet, I flick through Kelly’s clothes. They’re all long and drab and conservative. Well, yesterday I began to fix her confidence. Today, I’ll work on her wardrobe.

“Hmmm,” I say with her voice. “I don’t like any of these outfits. Think I’ll do some shopping and get something a little sexier.” The more I rationalize what I’m making her do, the more she internalizes it and sees it as her own decision.

I slide her heavy tits into a bra, manhandling them to fit them into the cups. I find her big mom-jeans and a plain shirt that doesn’t really flatter her figure. It doesn’t matter, though. This is all going to go.

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