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, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords and (soon) Amazon.
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.
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