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.

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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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