Posted on August 20, 2026August 20, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Copy That (Part 1)

When a young man’s sister threatens to reveal his secret invention to their parents, he makes a split second decision to stop her by using the new machine to copy his friend’s mind into her body in Copy That (Part 1).

Cole is a brilliant young inventor. Too brilliant, really, though his best friend, Dominic, has become adept at translating his high-minded concepts into everyday English.

Ever since Cole’s last invention nearly destroyed the house, Cole’s parents forbade him from working on anything else. So they have no idea that he’s come up with a brand new invention in the basement that can clone a person’s entire mind.

When Cole’s sister, Callie, discovers his invention and threatens to tell their parents, Cole makes a split second decision and zaps a copy of Dominic’s mind into Callie’s body.

Now Dominic has gone from stumpy to sexy, a clone of his mind inhabiting Callie’s incredible body while his original self looks on longingly. While Cole tries to find a way to restore his sister’s mind, the new Callie has to pretend that everything is normal, even though she has none of the original’s memories. But she finds being a woman isn’t so bad. Particularly when her new body is smoking hot, and incredibly sensitive.

Maybe she shouldn’t go back to her dumpy old self just yet. Not when she’s enjoying this body so much.

And Callie’s friends are so hot.

And Cole’s invention is so easy to use.

“Is it booting up now?” Cole asked from where he crouched behind the basement sofa.

Dominic stopped restlessly spinning around in the worn office chair and glanced at the computer monitor.

“Yeah, that did it,” Dominic replied.

Cole rose and brushed the dust and cobwebs off his hands. As the computer booted up, he took off his thick rimmed glasses and tried to clean them on his shirt. But, since his shirt was as filthy as the rest of him, it just moved the smudges around.

Dominic pushed himself back in the office chair so that it rolled across the concrete floor of the basement and came to rest just against the stairs leading up to the house. He spun himself around a few times, idly, before leaning the chair back and walking his feet as far up the wall as he could form his seated position.

“Jesus, Cole, why did you have to cannibalize your game console to do this?” Dominic said, stifling a yawn.

“My parents won’t buy me the necessary components after the little accident with my last invention,” Cole replied, leaning over the keyboard and typing in some commands.

The ‘little accident’ was an electrical overload that fried the fuse box and cause thirty thousand dollars’ worth of damage to his parents’ house. Cole’s parents had come home to find the fire department handling the mess while Cole and Dominic stood outside watching. Cole’s parents had forbid him from any more of his science experiments after that, which was why all of Cole’s equipment was pushed to the corner of the basement with a handy tarp ready to pull over to hide the whole thing.

“You know,” Dominic said, patting his tubby stomach rhythmically. “You could get what is known as a ‘job’ and buy it yourself. Maybe even move out of your parents’ basement?”

“And live with two annoying roommates like you do?”

“We could get a place together. Then I would only have one annoying roommate.”

“Ah, that would be me, would it?”

“You really are a genius,” Dominic grinned, spinning around in his chair again.

“I promise you this will be much better than any game console,” Cole said, as the computer beeped.

Dominic snorted doubtfully and heaved himself out of his seat to stand over Cole’s shoulder. “What is it?”

The computer was scrounged together from spare parts and Cole’s previously awesome gaming console. It connected via a thick bundle of wires to the butchered game console controller. The whole thing was badly duct taped and soldered together.

“It’s a mind swapping device,” Cole said, distracted as he frowned and typed in some more commands. “If I can get this stupid AI to do what I want it to do.”

“A mind swapping device?”

“Yes. A device that can swap minds.”

“Great. Thank you for the clarification,” Dominic sighed. “You think it will work?”

“I know it will work.”

“That’s what you say every time.”

“In the words of one George Michael, you gotta have faith.”

Dominic picked up the controller connected to the computer. It was much heavier now that Cole had attached a big block to the underside of it that held what amounted to a second computer. Dominic tapped some of the buttons and a green laser pointer flickered across the far wall. Dominic turned the controller around to look at where the laser had come from and Cole grabbed the controller from his hand.

“Careful with that,” Cole said. “It could explode.”

It was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

Cole continued typing for a few seconds, then: “I need to load someone’s mind into this thing. Give me your head.”

“What? No. Use your own head.”

“I’m concerned that there will be a capacity mismatch between my intellect and the specifications to which I constructed this array.”

“Are you saying your genius is too big to be contained in that computer?”

“That’s another way of putting it, yes. It won’t hurt. Just come here and stand still.”

Dominic sighed and dutifully went to stand next to Cole. Cole picked up the remote control and aimed the sensor at Dominic’s head.

“Ready?” Cole asked.

There was a low, soft whump.

“Will it hurt?” Dominic said, shutting his eyes.

“I don’t know. Did it hurt?”

When Dominic opened his eyes Cole was looking at the monitor, where a complicated-looking program displayed several wavelengths and a bewildering chart of numbers that Dominic couldn’t make sense of.

“Yes!” Cole nodded with satisfaction. He turned to Dominic and pointed at the monitor. “That’s you.”

Dominic peered at it. “That’s me?”

“Sort of. It’s an exact copy of your conscious cortex activity.”

“So…my brain is in that computer?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“How did you get everything so quickly and without any…I don’t know…surgery or anything?”

“I could explain it to you but the risk of the knowledge exploding your head is too great.”

Again, it was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

“Does that mean that there’s a ‘me’ in the computer?”

Cole shook his head. “No. This is just data. It needs to be mapped on to an existing brain architecture through the judicious use of the zapping appendage.”

“So translated into normie speak, that means you need to target someone with that modified remote control to transfer that copy of my brain into theirs?”

“Precisely. You should help me with the marketing.”

“First thing I’m doing is changing the name of ‘zapping appendage’. Sounds too porn-y.”

“What about insertion generator?”

“No.”

“The penetrator?”

“Now you’re just fucking with me.” “Yeah.” Cole cracked a smile.

Read the rest in Copy That (Part 1).

Posted on August 10, 2026August 10, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 3

Tim uses his invention to indulge his every fantasy in someone else’s body, changing everyone around him to suit his whims in Head Games 3.

After indulging himself at home, Tim goes out to search of other playthings.

When the beautiful, wealthy Annie crosses his path, she becomes the perfect target. Arrogant. Untouchable. Certain she’s always in control. With the power of his invention, Tim slips beneath her skin, bending body and mind until every extravagant indulgence serves him, and every forbidden craving is satisfied.

Annie takes on his decisions as if they were her own. By the time Tim abandons her, her old self is nothing more than a fading memory. All that’s left is an insatiable hunger to be wanted, claimed, and used by anyone willing to indulge it.

Now Tim needs more.

Returning home, he turns his power toward those closest to him, crossing boundaries that should never be crossed as he chases the fantasies he’s buried for years. With every new possession, temptation grows darker, obsession deeper, and the line between desire and corruption disappears entirely.

Back in the limo, I have Annie take me shopping. Jumping into her body, I order the driver to go to the most exclusive tailor. The kind of place you’re not even allowed inside without an invitation. Once there I return to my body and let Annie pull the ‘do you know who my daddy is?’ card to get us inside. She sits and flips through her phone while I get fitted for new clothes. They’ll all be delivered to my address. At the end of it all there’s no exchange of money. They know Annie’s family. The bill will be sent to the house and paid, probably not even making a dent in their fortunes.

The same happens at the jewelry store, where Annie buys me an expensive watch for myself and diamond earrings plus a necklace for Kelly. Then it’s on to the electronics, where I refurbish my entire apartment. Whenever Annie seems to flag—which occurs less and less the more I use her—I jump into her and restate her generosity towards me and her horniness towards everyone else. When we return to the limo she’s restless, in a constant state of motion and she keeps glancing at me. She wants me. She wants everyone but I happen to be the closest. I close my eyes and jump across to her body.

The world flips. Her silky blonde hair tickles my cheeks. Her floral scent fills my new nostrils. My body is lighter. More energetic. My nails are perfect. Skin glowing. This is what money can do. Take an already great body and make it amazing.

Her restlessness fills me. A deep heat in my core.

I use her own hands to touch herself a little, watching my chest as I feel up the amazing tits I’m now wearing. They’re heavy and bouncy and the heat in my core burns brighter with each stroke. I’m getting so wet just touching her tits, watching her hands caress her own body.

“I need to get fucked so badly,” I coo in her voice, as I continue stroking her soft skin, squeezing those delicious tits.

I tease her body up and up, but I don’t let her finish. I want her nice and horny for the grand finale.

“God, I’m such a horny slut,” I say with her voice as I touch myself. “I need to fuck as many people as I can.” It’s incredibly hot hearing this stuck-up princess talk like this. “My pussy just needs to get filled with cock. That’s all I’m good for. People only want me for my body so I may as well give it to them. Jesus, just the thought of dick makes me wet.”

She’s soaking now. When I jump out of her and stir she presses herself against me, her gorgeous face so close. She’s blushing and giggly, her hand on my thigh.

“Let me ride you. Please.” She begs, her voice dripping with sex.

I turn her down. She rarely hears the word ‘no’ and it makes her angry. She sulks, withdrawing and crossing her arms. But the way she can’t keep still, the way she keeps looking my way and batting her eyes as though she can’t help herself, tells me she still needs it.

Perfect.

I have her take us to a restaurant where we get first class service. The waiters—all men—wear suits and the menu has no prices. The food is exquisite. The wine incredible.

The waiter serving us is a handsome young man with short blond hair and a beefy figure. Light stubble across a strong jaw. He’ll do nicely as a starter.

Beneath the table, Annie runs her bare foot up and down my leg. She glances up at me and bites her lip. Despite all this, she still flirts with the waiter, laughing too loud at his jokes and finding excuses to touch him as she orders. She’s already a far cry from the aloof bitch she was this morning.

When we finish eating, I lean close to her. “Why don’t we go fuck in the bathroom?”

Whatever socialite manners Annie used to have are gone, subsumed by the lust I’ve instilled in her and she takes me up on my crude invitation. She grabs my hand and leads me down the secluded hallway. My eyes are on her perfect wiggling ass and I’m getting excited just thinking about what I’m going to do when I have it as my own.

“Let me just sit down a minute,” I say, as we reach the women’s toilets.

I free myself from Annie’s grip and lean against the wall, closing my eyes, I navigate across the short distance between us and possess her. In a blink, I’m standing up in her body, watching my own form seemingly asleep.

Read the rest on Body Swap Stories, or start from the beginning:

Head Game 1

Head Games 2

Posted on July 23, 2026July 23, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Boy Toy

Angelica is a bodyhopper who chances upon a shy young man who needs to build his confidence, so she possesses his body to help him out in Boy Toy, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Angelica can hop bodies, switching into someone else like others change clothes. She’s in one of her favorites – a local punk rock chick named Vikki – when she meets Steve. He’s good looking, funny and shy, and when Angelica pulls him into her bed she discovers he’s an amazing lover but struggles with anxiety.

So she hops him and takes control of his body with the aim of improving his confidence.

With the help of her friend, Trey, who can also hop bodies, she pilots Steve around the city to teach him the art of pickup by example. While Trey hops the hottest women he can find, Angelica flirts with them, feeding her confidence into Steve’s mind.

Angelica has no problem using Steve’s body to pleasure whoever Trey brings her, while enjoying her own new equipment at the same time. She figures she may as well enjoy Steve’s form while she has it, and teach him a few new tricks that he can use on the real Angelica when she hops out.

The applause started even before the last chord of my electric guitar began to fade away. At the final drum hit, I flicked my head to toss my long, blonde hair out of my face before pumping my slender fist at the crowd that had jammed into the small club to listen.

“Thank you very much! We love you!” I said, my voice booming through the speakers.

“We love you, Vikki!” Someone shouted back at me through the rapturous roar.

The guitar still hanging around my neck, I made my way towards the backstage, followed by the other two girls in the band, Kris and Kat. I stopped to blow one final kiss to the crowd, soaking in their excitement and adulation before disappearing down the small flight of stairs to the green room.

I collapsed onto the lumpy leather couch, the silver bracelets on my arm jingling as I did so. I stretched, my slender breasts pressing against the grey sleeveless top.

“That was awesome tonight,” Kat said.

“Yeah,” Kris agreed. “Hot crowd.”

“Hot crowd nothing,” I said. “We kicked ass.”

My hair fell into my face and I flicked my head to clear it away. The asymmetric cut of my hair meant that it constantly fell down over one eye in a way that looked hot as hell but was annoying to deal with. It was just as well I wasn’t planning on dealing with it much longer. Though I always loved being in Vikki’s body, it was almost time to move out of her and resume my own life.

And what a body. What a life. Vikki was slender, with tight curves including the cutest little ass plus legs for days. Lively and outgoing. The life of the party. So much better than being plain little me. And she had a nose ring, a bunch of ear piercings, and a tattoo running the length of one arm. How cool was that? (I wasn’t in her body when she got those because I hate pain.)

As a bodyhopper, I changed bodies like other women changed outfits. Not feeling good about myself today? Hop someone who looks better. Sad? Hop someone happy. On my period? Definitely find another body to break up the awfulness. I kept tabs on a string of people whose lives I enjoyed returning to whenever I felt down.

Kris tossed me a bottle of beer from the cooler that someone had placed beneath the changing room mirror and I guzzled it gratefully. I’d worked up a sweat out there onstage. Adrenaline from singing in front of a crowd combined with adrenaline from using the skills of someone else’s body. Vikki was fully awake inside her own head and thought that everything I made her do was something she chose to do. Much easier to tap into skills that way, especially things like singing and playing guitar, two skills I was missing entirely.

“You chicks rock,” I said, toasting Kris and Kat with my half empty beer bottle.

They laughed and drank. I was feeling slightly maudlin knowing that this was our last gig together for a while. Well, their last gig with “me”. The past week of being Vikki was awesome but it was time to move on. If I stayed in any one body for too long I risked melding with them and losing the ability to hop out. Being a bodyhopper was to be in constant motion, balancing my need to step into other’s lives with making sure my own life didn’t implode. I could come back to bodies and I maintained a stable of mounts. Not a literal stable but I had favorites I returned to, rotating through them every now and then while also jealously guarding them from any other hoppers which, admittedly, were exceedingly rare. I never knew what I was going to find coming back into their lives. That was part of the delight.

I’d only ever met two others like me. Both originally men. Neither one of them particularly careful with their borrowed lives. They hopped women, men and nonbinary alike, having their fun with their new mounts before moving on. I took more care, cultivating my mounts. Caring about their lives before, during and after my arrival. My mounts were my closest friends and I knew every intimate detail about them, though they knew nothing about me. Didn’t even know I existed. Trey thought that was sad but then he was one of the assholes. Sometimes he would put his mounts to sleep so they didn’t see what he did with their bodies. Other times he would leave them awake and aware as he had his fun, forcing him to do things they would never do on their own.

I was gabbing with the others about the show, gushing about how awesome Kris was on the drums and how incredible Kat had been on bass when we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Whoever it was immediately swung it open without waiting for a response from us. Ben stood framed in the doorway. He wore a leather jacket, his black hair slicked back greaser-style, his arms wide.

“Great show,” he said.

“Baby!” I squealed, jumping off the couch and into Ben’s arms, leaning into Vikki’s natural enthusiasm.

I crushed my lips against his and we kissed as he held me aloft, his hands on my glorious borrowed ass. I ran my fingers through his hair as we made out until Kat spoke up from behind.

“Maybe we should leave you two alone,” she said.

Ben released me and I stepped back, my cheeks flushing red.

“She’s just got too much love to give,” Ben teased and I elbowed him.

“Let’s go get our fucking drink on!” Kris said, wiggling her hips.

“I’ll catch up with you out there,” I said.

“Uh huh,” Kat replied, with a knowing wink.

They left me and Ben alone in the green room.

“One last fuck for old time’s sake?” Ben grinned roguishly. He was no more Ben than I was Vikki. Trey was piloting him around. Anything to get close to me.

Read the rest on Body Swap Stories.

Posted on July 7, 2026July 6, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 2

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.

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.

Read the rest in Head Games 2.

Posted on June 2, 2026June 2, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 1

A new invention lets a man possess the body of his wife and neighbors, and makes them think that everything he does while inside them is their decision in Head Games 1.

Tim is a failed inventor, failed entrepreneur and he’s about to have a failed marriage. His wife, Kelly, is growing tired of him wasting time on inventions that never pan out while she faces the drudgery of a boring office job each day. To make matters worse, their bedroom life is lackluster. Is it any wonder that Tim’s thoughts have begun to wander to his stunning Latina neighbor?

And then Tim finds that he’s accidentally invented something amazing.

It doesn’t look impressive. Just a grey beanie strung with wires and filaments to turn it into a brain scanner. Tim thinks it will just read his mind but it turns out to do so much more.

When wearing it, Tim discovers that he can beam his consciousness into any person nearby and possess their body. On accident, Tim ends up inside his neighbor, the husband of the stunning Latina that Tim has been fantasizing about. When she walks through the door, Tim can’t resist the opportunity to live out his fantasy, even if he has to use someone else’s body to do it.

When Tim hops out, he discovers his neighbor doesn’t suspect he’s been possessed. In fact, his neighbor has changed. Taking on Tim’s actions as his own.

Now Tim’s no longer interested in changing the world…just the people around him.

Tim

Even with the window open, the spare bedroom I use as my lab is filled with acrid smell of solder and burnt hair. We’re seven floors up so I think the breeze will clear out the room soon enough. If we lived in a house, I’d no doubt have taken up the entire garage with my electronics and tools and work table. As it is, I’ve had to carefully organize the space in our apartment, shuffling computers and other devices in and out of closets here and the hallway.

My wife, Kelly, hates the clutter but tolerates it for me. One day, one of my inventions is bound to pay off. I believe in me but my wife, Kelly, is getting a little impatient. I can’t really blame her. She’s the one with the steady but boring office job bringing home the money while I spend my days “following my dreams” toiling on groundbreaking inventions. I haven’t reached the groundbreaking stage yet but I’m hopeful it will happen soon before Kelly loses her last scraps of patience.

I’m in the middle of threading another fine metal filament through the grey beanie in my lap when my phone dings with a text. It’s from Kelly reminding me that I promised we’d go out for dinner tonight for a long overdue date night. Not quite nagging, but not not nagging, either. I text her back, assuring her I’m on it.

When I set the phone down I realize how much my body aches from bending over my work for so long. I stand and stretch, cracking my back nicely. I take a deep breath to relax. Something stinks. Raising my arm to sniff myself I realize it’s me. There are deep pit stains on my thin grey tee shirt. I didn’t shave this morning. Did I brush my teeth?

Kelly will be home in an hour. I haven’t been outside all day and could use some fresh air before she gets here. My hand on the doorknob I consider changing or showering or at least putting on deodorant but then I figure…who am I trying to impress?

The answer comes walking out of the elevator as I’m standing in front of it. Mira. One of my newlywed neighbors in the apartment next to mine. A haughty Latina with long black hair, fiery dark eyes and gorgeous bronzed skin. Her body is tight but curvy in all the right places. Bouncy breasts. Bubble butt. Legs for days.

Mira is tapping with both thumbs on her phone when the elevator doors open. She looks up and sees me, her lips curling up in a forced polite smile. We’ve talked a few times, mostly when we’re stuck in the elevator together. She always seems a little aloof. Almost disdainful of having to talk to me, like she’d rather be anywhere else. All my jokes are met with silence or, even worse, a slight sigh.

Why does being scorned by her make her seem that much hotter?

I step aside to let Mira out and she brushes past me, her little nose wrinkling in disgust as she smells me. I smile politely but she deliberately ignores me. Glancing after her as she walks down the hall, my eyes skim across her tight jeans form-fitted to that incredible ass and those long, lean legs. Mira flaunts what she has, unlike my wife, who seems ashamed of her body. Maybe that’s the big attraction. That confidence. The elevator almost shuts without me in it but I shoot out my hand to stop the doors and step inside.

I walk through the lobby and outside. There’s a small stretch of manicured lawn in front of our building and I stand and stretch in the tiny patch of grass, enjoying the cool breeze playing over my body. It brings with it the sounds of the afternoon traffic a few streets away. As I’m doing some stretched, Mira’s husband comes up the pathway.

His name is Grant. He’s a burly, thick-necked lug of a man. A construction worker who seems to be mostly muscle. Not much of a conversationalist but Mira must see something in him. His white shirt and fluorescent vest are streaked with dirt and stretched taut across his impressive chest, leaving his powerful arms bare. He looks like he could crush me in one hand.

“Hi,” I nod politely.

He grunts and nods back without stopping. After a few minutes I turn and go back in, pausing only to collect the mail, which is mostly junk these days. Then back up the lift and to my apartment. Checking the time, I see I can squeeze in some more work on my project before I have to get ready for my date night with my wife.

I return to the spare room and sit at my workbench, retrieving the grey beanie I’m currently working on. I’ve heavily modified it, stuffing it with hundreds of thin filaments so it has the same effect as a diode on the head and allows me to scan brain waves. The circuits are integrated into the beanie with a wireless antennae to send the data to my computer, which will interpret it and spit out the user’s thoughts, allowing direct brain interface of everyday objects without the need for invasive surgery. Hopefully.

I’m bent over at my work for about thirty minutes before the noise from next door starts up through the thin walls. First the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the head of the bed knocking gently against our shared wall. Then, faintly, Mira’s cries of “Aye, papi!” This is followed by her orgasmic cries rising in pitch until she reaches the crest and her voice breaks in ecstasy. A pause and then Grant’s groans. Then both of them together as the tap-tap-tapping comes quicker until it ends with another of Mira’s long moans.

I’m ashamed to admit how much listening to them turns me on. Well, listening to her, anyway.

There’s a knock on the door behind me.

“Come in,” I call out, as I set the tweezers down on the scarred secondhand table I use as my workbench.

I swivel my chair around as my wife, Kelly, opens the door. She wrinkles her cute nose at the smell and sticks out her tongue in disgust.

“Ugh, it stinks in here.” “Nice to see you, too, honey,” I joke.

Read the rest here.

Posted on March 17, 2026March 20, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Friends With Benefits 3

Phil’s new possession powers are addictive and he starts trying to change his best friend to suit his needs. Though he finds that Annie has more willpower than his first target in Friends With Benefits 3.

The jade skull has already rewritten one life. Now Phil wants to rewrite two.

When Phil and Annie first discovered the skull’s power of possession and mind control, they used it together, two outcasts taking delicious revenge on Kylie, the gorgeous blonde cheerleader who had spent years making their lives miserable. The results exceeded every fantasy. The cruel, untouchable Kylie is now Annie’s devoted girlfriend and Phil’s most willing secret. Compliant. Eager. Endlessly moldable.

But possession and mind control has a way of making a person hungry for more.

Phil watches Annie and Kylie together and feels something shift inside him. Annie loves him like a friend. Trusts him completely. Has no idea that his ambitions have quietly expanded. What if the jade skull could give him everything? Both women at his beck and call, their desires reshaped around his own?

Kylie was easy. Bitchy but hollow where her confidence once lived, she bent like warm wax under possession and mind control. Annie is something else entirely. Strong-willed, sharp, and stubbornly herself, she resists in ways Kylie never did. Phil can slip into her mind but he cannot hold the controls. His suggestions dissolve. His commands fade. She surfaces every time, completely unaware of the invisible war being fought inside her own head.

Still, Phil is patient. And patient pressure leaves marks.

Little by little, Annie grows bolder. Posting more, hiding less, her boundaries softening in ways she attributes to Kylie’s influence. She has no idea the real influence is Phil, watching from inside, savoring every moment of her intimate life while quietly tightening his grip.

Friends With Benefits 3 is the scorching continuation of the series that explores the darkest edges of possession and mind control, obsession, and the terrifying intimacy of knowing someone from the inside out.

Some friendships come with very dangerous benefits.

Annie

I’m not strictly supposed to be on the grounds of my old high school at all, but I’m dating Kylie now so I guess I’m her guest. I sit on the bleachers, flipping through my phone to follow up on the latest from my online friends about their exploits investigating the occult and occasionally sipping water from my water bottle. I’m even more interested in their investigations now that I’ve found something that is truly supernatural. If the skull is real, what else is real?

Kylie is down on the field, coaching the cheerleading squad. I look up every now and then to watch her. Her blonde ponytail bounces as she demonstrates the moves, long leg kicking into the air. She’s so limber. So sexy.

It’s still so strange to me that Kylie is my girlfriend. Up until recently she hated me. That is, when she thought about me at all. Then Phil found that little jade skull that lets us possess people without their knowledge and change their minds from the inside. We used it on Kylie, Phil possessing her and making her worship me before the two of us used our newfound control over her to start making her show off online. Mostly softcore erotica. Topless pics. Feet pics. A little bit of cosplay.

It’s brought in some extra money for her so it’s not like we’re taking total advantage. Then Phil and I had a fight about the skull and I swore off using it at all, trusting that Phil would do the right thing. But I’m beginning to have second thoughts. That instant decision to cede the skull to Phil seems a little hasty. And then I—god, I cringe whenever I recall this—I touched myself while talking about Phil. It felt good in the moment but that feeling faded overnight and now I just feel…blegh. Kind of awkward, to be honest. Like having a sex dream about my best friend, only I was completely awake.

But the skull did give me Kylie. And when she kisses me and makes me all gooey inside, it’s hard to say manipulating her has been a bad thing. She truly loves me now, even if it did take a little magical persuasion.

And, I can’t even believe it, but I think I’m actually falling for her. At first it was just a good revenge fuck, watching her dive between my legs and devour me to orgasm. But the more we hang out the more I like her. Probably why I’m sitting on the rock-hard bleachers letting my ass get cold just so I can be near her.

I reach for my water bottle and take another sip. Mid-sip I choke and splutter, sending water down my front as I sit up suddenly. I blink rapidly and glance around as if I’m trying to figure out where I am but really just looking around to see if anyone saw me make a mess of myself.

I rise impulsively, tired of sitting here, and carefully make my way down the bleachers. I’m a little ungainly. Slightly off-balance. Probably because my butt’s a little numb from the bleachers. Kylie glances my way and gives me a little wave. I wave back but don’t stop. We’ll meet up later. I’ll text her to let her know where I’m going once I figure that out myself.

I wander down to the Main Street shopping mall. It’s one of those outdoors things, rows of old, red brick shops filled with cafes and nightclubs and boutiques all lining a pedestrianized street. My eyes dart here and there, watching people come and go. I feel like I’m evaluating them for some unknown purpose. Just restless, I guess.

I stop into the little coffee shop that Phil always insists we go to whenever we’re down here so he can get one of their cinnamon buns. They’re too sweet for me. I don’t even know why I’m here.

I march up to the counter and ask for a cinnamon bun, realizing after the fact that Phil’s cravings must have rubbed off on me. The waitress hands it to me in a wax paper bag. My mouth is already salivating before the first bite and I sink my teeth into it. It’s soft and buttery and way too sweet but I chew slowly and moan appreciatively just like Phil would have done if he were here.

Returning to the street, I resume my aimless searching as I devour the cinnamon bun too quickly. I’m always making fun of Phil for gulping down his food and now here I am doing the same. I lick my fingers and toss the bag into a nearby garbage can.

I pause in front of a clothing store. The window display holds a mannequin wearing a sheer dress that clings to her form and shows off way too much skin for my taste. Not my thing. More like Kylie’s. Or what Phil has made Kylie want to dress in, anyway.

Still, I go inside the boutique. Maybe I’ll find Kylie’s next outfit. Flicking through the racks, everything I find is way too sexy for me. Sheer or tight or low cut or short. I’m accosted by a saleslady and I want to just silently leave but something keeps me in place.

“Can I help you with anything?” She asks cheerfully.

I speak before I even know what I’m going to say. “What do you think my size is?”

I decide I’m testing her to see what kind of bias she has. She looks me up and down and then finds a sheer white sheath-style dress in the appropriate size, holding it up to me. It’s flimsy and tiny but she insists it will fit. I take it and go to the change rooms in the back.

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