The possession spell has been floating around the internet for years and years. And it was inevitable then that it would make its way into the hands of one Tanner Williams
Tanner was a workaholic who had very little free time. Every day he would get up at seven , go to work at a grocery store at around nine in the morning, work a full eight hours stocking food, drinks, and other assortments. He would work until four p.m. at which point he would clock out, come home, and research his work for his garden. At six p.m he would tend to the garden, trimming weeds, watering plants, picking veggies and fruits that had finally ripened and were ready to be plucked. He’d cook dinner for himself, his wife, and his fifteen-year-old son at seven, depending on the complexity of the meal he’d be serving dinner at around seven or eight p.m. He’d eat dinner with his family til then, spend time talking with his wife Helen, as he built a model plane in a shared hobby room they kept until about midnight where they would both go to sleep.
This routine would of course repeat itself every day, except on Saturdays through mondy when he had days off schedule, Saturday was date night where he’d take Helen on a walk to the local park where they’d birdwatch, or go to the theater. Sundays were day’s he’d take Morgan, his son, out driving remote control cars. Mondays was a whole day of working on the garden, a model, or whatever needed fixing around his home.
At around age Forty-Five the only thing Tanner wanted was more time. If he could completely forgo his need to sleep he could, but there were only so many limitations the human body would allow to be ignored, and he had to keep the very fine balancing act of maintaining his social life. He felt he was already doing an okay job at managing his time, but he always felt like he could get more done.
So you ask now; Gee this dude sounds boring as hell, how the hell did he get such a saucy little MacGuffin like the possession spell?
Time.
The only thing Tanner Williams worried about, the thing that kept him up at night. Was time.
One day, on a lark he simply googled, ‘how to get more time’ And after sifting through all the things he was already doing the search would eventually see him having landed on the seventh page of google. Where the weird shit is.
And from that page fell into his hands The possession spell, of course.
There were no drawbacks. Mostly. Speak the incantation while focusing on the body of the person you intended to possess and your body would go comatose, ejecting your spirit from your body, and sending it to the desired vessel you intended to take control of. Recite the Incantation again to undo the possession and return to your natural-born body. The consciousness of the person you possessed would simply go into a sort of fugue state, mentally processing it as just ‘going on autopilot.’ The only caveat being your body has to exist physically and be alive for you to return to it. Simple, clean, easy to understand rules.
Tanner didn’t believe in magic. But that didn’t stop him from bookmarking the page.
It gnawed at his mind though. If it were real...he could have a whole nother day and a whole new chance to do even more things in the day. And he’d just be able to carry on with the things he needed to do.
But that of course leads to the next question..who could he possess? Secondly...did he even really know any night owls?
“Shannon!” Tanner was brought out of his quandary by the sounds of his wife celebrating the arrival of his sister-in-law.
Shannon was about fifteen years younger than the both of them in her late twenties she’d managed to get her foot in on the whole ‘internet influencer thing’ reviewing makeup and hair care products and getting sponsorship and donations from all her fans. She was loaded, and barely had to work. Something that Tanner Loathed about her. She’d earned who knows how much money doing what amounted to talking nice about things companies gifted her, Tanner never considered that to be ‘real work’
You see where this is going, right?
Shannon was taking a week off from content creation and wanted to visit her family. She had plenty of energy and almost seemed to never get tired. It was like she was openly presenting herself to Tanner, primed and ready to be taken over. Or that's how it seemed to him anyway.
On the second night Shannon had been there with her on the opposite end of the house in the guest room. As he lay beside his wife Tanner curled himself up on his side, wrapping his quilt tightly around his body and proceeded to whisper the words that would alter the lives of everyone around him forever.
He felt like he was being carried away by a strong wind. Floating in the spaces between spaces he could see the outlines of people who were not there. His mind was exposed to a world most mortals would never know was there. Spirits, ghosts, eldritch beings that existed outside the conscious perspective of humanity watched him as he was sent to his temporary host.
And then it was over.
Tanner opened his eyes. Her Eyes. Shannon’s eyes.
He was holding a cellphone in one hand, the other seemed to have been mid-squeeze on his...sharons left breast, the sensation of skin pushed and stretched slightly underneath manicure fingers that made him realise the whole area was covered in goosebumps, nipple pushed out and rubbing against the material of Shannon’s bra.
He let out a gasp, an unconscious moan worming its way out of his new feminine throat as his eyes finally focused on what was on Shannon’s phone.
Big. Black. Dick.
Shannon had been masturbating right before Tanner had jumped inside her. Tanner froze, sitting a moment in bed, the feeling of Shannon’s skin making him feel delirious. Her heartbeat racing. Tanner’s logical mind knew that the best thing to do right now would be to stop, take a cold shower, and then get back to work on the things he’d wanted to do.
Unfortunately, the pleasure centered mind had already curiously flicked his thumb across the touch screen of Shannon’s phone, the picture of the black cock vanishing only to be replaced with what would appear to be the owner of said cock leaning against a wall, bearing his cock and body; a chiseled well defined onyx god of a man.
Her hand gave another slow squeeze, teasingly pulling the cup of her bra down to tease gently over the bare nipple, puckered skin generating a buzzing tingle that almost felt connected to shannon’s crotch.
Muscle memory guided Tanner in those moments, eyes glued to the screen as his finger continued to flick and touch shannon’s nipples, dragging finger tips down slowly along her tight well maintained form.
Tanner could hear Shannon whisper an “oh fuck” as the pictures lead up to a video clip, a 30 second clip of the black lover pounding in and out of a womans pussy. The angle of the camera indicated the obvious; that this Adonis Tanner was gazing upon was someone Shannon had hooked up with, and Shannon had been very physically reminiscing on the memory.
“Thats right bitch, that’s right I own this pussy, you slut I own this white pussy!” The commanding words sent shivers up his spine and made his toes curl.
He bit down on her lip, as he felt her panties being pushed away, the phantom touch of the blade of finger nails making it’s way across a shaven mons. This had escalated faster than Tanner had ever thought it could. He’d never even had a sexual desire in this kind of context.
And yet in spite of that she could only stare longingly at the recording of the black cock that was sawing in and out of her pussy.
It was like a strange dissociative episode, and an out-of-body experience rolled into one. An all-over body shiver urged the fingers that had wormed their way inside her.
“Oh Yesss~” somewhere the orgasm had crept upon Him. The body quaking and gasping as they let out a gasping shudder. “Shit! Shit...shit shit shit fuck!” rationality slowly crept back in as Tanner stared at the tanned figure he’d occupied in the mirror.
He sat there huffing and gasping before finally calming down. “What…the fuck.” he swore yet again. He’d sworn more in the past few minutes than he had in the past few years
He stared at the clock, the body he was in. A yawing, swaying feeling washed over him that made him shake his head. He’d never be able to work like this today. Not like this.
He whispered the incantation. The rushing blown away feeling taking him once more.
He reeled back in his body, looking down at himself under the covered. Everything was still there. Just like the website had said. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
The Next day Tanner felt out of step. Working according to his schedule, keeping perfectly on time right up until it was time to build his models. His head drifted back to the night before. His mind caught on the way Shannon’s fingers felt. The weight of soft tit flesh on her chest. The sensation of the sheets on her bare legs.
He shook his head. Tanner felt momentarily disgusted at the way he’d gotten wrapped up in the physical sensation of her. His sister in laws body had been built for sex in a way that had now long passed him. Was this...envy?
“Hey Tanner?” He flinched and looked around. Speak of the devil.
Shanon was wearing a simple tank top. Slightly transparent that did little to hide the black bra underneath it. His eyes moved up and down her as she stood in the doorway to his hobby room “Yeah?”
“What have you been up to?”
“Just building a car...like always” he explained calmly, relying on the parently experience to mask the weariness in his consciousness.
“Can I ask you something”
“Sure, whats up?”
“Did you and I do something last night?”
Tanner momentarily hesitated. Barely a second, but enough to be noticeable.“What do you mean?”
“I just...had this weird feeling last night...while I was alone.” She leaned on the door frame, a finger fidgeting with the ring on her pinkie. “And like...it..sort of felt like you were there..and then I kind of just..blacked out sort of.”
“I don’t know why you’d think that” He lied in the way a parent to a teenage would “I was in mine and Helen’a room last night, trying to head to bed.”
“Yeah...You’re right.” she looked at the ceiling “I don’t know..I guess my head was playing tricks on me. But...if you wanted...I mean, we do need some time to connect, right?”
Tanner felt an impulse to press. “Whats really on your mind Shannon?”
She sighed “Did...you do something to me Tanner?”
“I...what?”
“I just...like I said..I felt something that felt like you were in my room last night. I don’t know why it is, but I just can’t get it off my mind. And,,,weird enough…” He could see the blush on her cheeks as she seemed to work up the nerve to speak what was on her mind “it…turned me on Tanner..so I just...want to know”
For the first time in god knows how long Tanner felt his cock stir for something that wasn’t his wife, reacting to the desperation that tinged his sister in laws voice, the visible horniness. He licked his lips as he felt himself begin to talk
“I...might have had something to do with what happened last night”
She shuddered and looked at him “How…”
“I..got a magic spell...it lets me take control of someone”
Shannon was shaking slightly her hands tripping tightly to the hem of her shirt as she nodded “And...thats why I kind of blacked out last night”
“I...wanted to try to get more time”
“For what?”
“Shannon...I’m old..and I don’t have enough time in a day to just do everything on my mind...just...I want to do...everything I can’t normally guess?
She let out a gasp and a moan “I-I...yeah...that...fuck..oh god I’m so sorry I can’t..I...I don’t know why but thats getting me so wet right now...I..I’m so sorry” before he could respond Shannon darted off, the distant sound of a door slamming shut.
He shivered and with out thinking reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it hard through his sweatpants, head spinning over what just happened.
A whirlwind of weird thoughts and desires were spinning around in his head.
He had a magic spell that let him possess his sister in law. Despite it saying she shouldn’t she was aware it had happened. And it had turned her on..and she’d practically cummed herself from the factg he’d wanted to do it for purely selfish and mundane reasons
He shuddered and panting, himself getting harder and harder, head fogging over as he found himself letting out a grunt, trying to hold off but unable to keep the orgasm at bay, a splotched stain coating the inside of his pants.
And now….now he’d just jizzed his pants over the mental image of his sister in law getting off on him possessing her body.
He’d done it one time...why did this feel so dirty now?
He and his sister in law would spend the next day and night giving each other brief but nervous glances. Both of them knowing the others secret.
The secret would destroy them both.
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Hey everyone! Time for a new story, this one is me experimenting with serialization. No idea how long it will take me to get to part 2, but part 1 has been around for a long while.
Let me know what you think in the comments.
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