An experimental drug leaves Tony’s mind stuck in the body of his sexy, vivacious friend, Rebecca. While trying to figure out a way to swap back, he takes advantage of his time inside by intimately exploring her body in Chemical Attraction, available on Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold.
Tony is a research assistant at a university, more comfortable in the lab than mingling with donors. Rebecca, in addition to being one of the smartest assistants in the chem department, is Tony’s opposite: sexy, outgoing and popular with the opposite sex. When Tony’s experiment goes wrong and plunges his mind into Rebecca’s body, he finds himself enjoying his sensual form even as he tries to fix his mistake.
At first he has no control, stuck as a passenger in her body. But gradually his mind takes over until he’s the dominant one in her body. Now he’s got to repeat the chemical reaction and get back to his own body before Rachel’s mind is completely subsumed.
Of course, that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the physical pleasures of being inside her body while he waits.
This 10,000+ word story contains male to female possession and body swapping, mind control, and explicit solo and partner scenes.
She stops and checks herself out in the mirror, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she peers closely at her own angelic face. Her eyes graze over her perfect eyebrows, the shapely nose dotted with tiny freckles, the wide mouth. God, I could stare at her all day. She stays like this, looking at herself for a while, then shakes her head and breaks away. Was it my influence that made her stare so long at herself?
She gets herself ready, pulling her hair back in a ponytail and dabbing on a little bit of makeup. She returns to her room and digs through her creaky wooden drawers for a bra. She pulls her nightie off and slips her arms through the straps. Suddenly I’m staring down at her breasts. They’re perfectly formed teardrop shapes tipped with pale pink areolae. They shake hypnotically as I slip the bra on, covering and clasping it at the back before adjusting her tits. The whole things feels incredibly intimate and incredibly voyeuristic. What what she say if she knew I was in her head, feeling and seeing everything?
She opens another drawer full of pants and digs around. Her hand lands on some blue leggings I know she looks great in.
Put on the leggings. Put on the leggings. I implore.
She hesitates for a second, then grabs the leggings and tosses them onto the bed. She opens another drawer of tops and I try my influence again, willing her to grab a tight-fitting sweater, which she eventually does, along with a plain white undershirt. She sits on the bed and pulls the leggings up her body. I can feel each inch of the fabric as it clings to her supple calves, her thighs, pulling tight against her waist. The shirt and the sweater complete the outfit, and she stands in front of her full length mirror, adjusting her clothes. Fuck, her ass looks fantastic in this outfit. As if she can hear my thoughts her eyes linger on her own ass and she turns to wiggle it. Then she smiles at herself, grabs her wallet and keys, and heads out the door.
As we walk through campus, I reflect on the fact that it’s clear there’s some degree of influence I have over her. There’s also a definite sharing of thoughts that’s more distinct than last night. I catch flickers of her thoughts now, which is how I know she’s going to her favorite cafe to grab a coffee and a croissant. She strolls through campus, completely unselfconscious. I, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about the delicious body I now inhabit. At each step I’m keenly aware of the leggings clinging to my legs and against my pussy. The swish of my thighs is intoxicating. I love feeling her clad in these leggings, feeling them brush against my skin. As we move through campus her pace slows and she grows fidgety. A warmth blossoms between her legs. Is that my doing?
She reaches her coffee shop and orders her usual to-go. She waits along the side of the counter, flicking through her phone. But her mind is distracted. Her eyes stay on one article for way too long as her thoughts are dragged by mine down between her legs where we’ve grown ever warmer in our short walk. She grabs the coffee as soon as her name is called and hurries back through campus. Her heart is beating fast and her shapely legs pound rhythmically, body jiggling with each step. The leggings slide against me and then, oh, there’s dampness between my legs.
She bites her lip as she fumbles for the keys to her room, an unstoppable tensions twisting through her body. She hurries inside and lets the door slam behind her. She sets her coffee and croissant on the small living room table, then leans forward and plunges one hand in between her legs and strokes herself, fingers pushing the leggings against her clit. There’s only a slight relief but I can feel her wetness on my fingers through the leggings. She gasps and rubs faster, pressing hard into the fabric but it’s still not enough.
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