A mean-spirited sorority girl is possessed by an occubus, a demon that takes over a person and thrives on their sexual energy, its demonic male essence gradually turning her body masculine while she remains helpless inside in Occubus, available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.
Much like a succubus, an occubus thrives on stealing sexual energy from its victims. But instead of having sex with its victims, the occubus possesses them, controlling their every action while the inhabitants are held helpless within their own bodies, forced to watch their life change before their eyes. The occubus has a powerful male energy, and can use their seed to control other victims, but its power also gradually turns its female bodies men’s bodies.
Phoebe, a mean-spirited blonde sorority girl, has been possessed by an occubus. It begins changing her life, making her nicer, more studious. But it’s all a ruse to control her other sorority sisters. Phoebe is trapped within her own body as the occubus forces her into ever more degrading sexual acts. Even worse, her body is changing, becoming more masculine before her very eyes. She just needs to hold on until the occubus has had its fun and then it will leave her back in her own body. Won’t it?
I flip my wavy blonde hair out of her face with well-practiced nonchalance then gesture with my drink to a brunette in the far corner of the room. She’s deep in conversation with a broad-shouldered guy I don’t know.
“Oh my god, Ashlee is being so desperate right now. Look at her.” The gaggle of sorority girls around me titter as they follow my gaze.
“Didn’t she, like, just break up with Tim?” Laurie says, between sips from her red Solo cup.
“Like, back off, girl. Don’t be so desperate for dick,” I say with a smirk.
This brings more laughter from the well-dressed sorority sisters surrounding me.
“You are so mean, Phoebe!” Mary says, laughing along with the others.
“Hey, I just tell it like it is,” I shrug. “If people can’t handle my truth that’s on them.”
My fellow sorority sisters are circled around me in the living room while the party rages around us. We’ve got a live DJ in one corner, the music so loud we have to yell to be heard. There’s a keg and a table of drinks setup in the other, a line of people waiting to fill those ubiquitous red plastic cups.
The room is filled with students and I know just about all of them. Everyone wants to party with us Delta Gamma Deltas and I make sure demand is high by keeping it exclusive. There’s a bouncer at the door with instructions to keep the ugly students out. He can’t say that directly, of course, because that brings bad attention on social media. Instead, he selectively enforces an unspoken dress code.
“I heard she couldn’t satisfy Tim and that’s why they broke up,” Briana chimes in.
She looks at me for approval and I shoot her a barely veiled look of contempt. She drops her head and takes a long pull from her drink. If she wasn’t in the sorority I sure as hell wouldn’t have let her in. With her silky black hair, huge brown eyes and athletic figure, she’s almost as pretty as me, which is bad enough. I don’t want any competition. But she’s also a little suck-up. Like, come on, Briana, grow a personality.
“Do you think you could satisfy Tim?” I ask her, a malicious gleam in my eye. If she says ‘yes’ she’ll be a slut. If she says ‘no’ it means she’s bad in bed.
“He wouldn’t want to leave me,” she says with false bravado, cleverly wiggling out of my trap. I have to keep an eye on her.
I cast my gaze around the crowded room. A few people are dancing, bodies crushed together, some dude’s hand already wandering drunkenly down some chick’s ass. Brody is over by the stairs leaning nonchalantly against the banister as he flirts with Missy. Little tramp. She flicks her head to toss her dirty-blonde hair out of her eyes. Jealousy flares within me. I may have been the one to break up with Brody but that doesn’t mean he can just forget me that easily. Our eyes meet for a split second. He smiles knowingly. I scowl and look away. Asshole knows what he’s doing. He’s only here because he’s part of our chapter’s corresponding fraternity. Otherwise my instruction to the bouncer would have been to keep him out.
I gulp down the rest of my cocktail and hold out my cup to the group. They scramble to grab it. Laurie wins the honor of refreshing my drink and scurries away, pushing past the others at the drinks table.
I can’t let them know how much I’m stewing over Brody. He’s supposed to be heartbroken but there he is flirting with Missy like nothing is wrong. He told me he loved me. Clearly, he fucking lied.
“Who’s Brody talking to?” Briana says.
I glare at her and she looks back guilelessly. I can’t tell if she’s deliberately trying to needle me or if she’s just an ignorant slut.
“Who cares?” I shrug, folding my arms beneath my breasts. “I was bored with him. I want a man who’s got some fight in him.”
I had Brody wrapped around my finger. He would do anything I told him. Even his friends agreed he was pussy whipped. That’s what made him so boring.
Laurie returns with my drink and I take a gulp. Cranberry and vodka. She’s mixed it well. I give her my nod of approval and see the relief wash through her.
Clearly, Brody is aiming to go home with Missy. Well, I can’t be seen going to bed alone either. Besides, I need to parade some sort of conquest past Brody to stoke his jealousy. As my sisters around me start chatting about something else I gaze around the room looking for someone worthy. Lots of hot guys here tonight. I can afford to be choosy. Some guys feel my gaze on them, look up and grin hopefully. I look away. Too easy. Give me a challenge.
Then, across the room, I see him. A guy I’ve never seen before. He’s got a day’s worth of stubble and his black hair is cut short and spiky. There’s something intriguing about him. He’s different from the other guys.
He sips his drink and surveys the room just as I’m doing. Our eyes meet. He dismisses me in an instant and keeps looking. Now I’m intrigued. I fluff my blonde hair up and shift to one leg, putting a hand on my hip and pose while I pretend to talk to my girls. My small, cutoff-jeans slid up my thigh and the short-sleeve off-shoulder top is pulled down to reveal a hint of my cleavage. I affect a laugh and glance back over my shoulder at the handsome stranger. He’s gone.
“Ashlee’s making her move,” Laurie says, nudging me.
“Uh huh,” I say. Where did he go?
I leave the others and move off through the crowded room, sliding between people. The body heat is oppressive. The beat of the music infuses me. I do a slow lap of the room but don’t see him. I could just find someone else. Anyone will make Brody jealous. But there was something about that guy.
The party spills out into the backyard. It’s cooler out here, but the murmur of conversation is still loud. I stand at the top of the steps and look around the yard. There he is. Over by the fence, talking to two of my sorority sisters. They’re practically throwing themselves at him. I pretend to be looking for someone else as I head towards him. When I’m close I turn and bump his back with my elbow.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder.
He turns and looks at me. He’s taller than me. There’s something intriguingly feminine about the curve of his face. Maybe the shape of his nose? But he somehow radiates a deep masculinity. Almost a feral need that calls to me.
“That’s okay,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that makes my body vibrate in tandem.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” I say.
“You could say I’m a…transfer student,” he says with an enigmatic smile.
“Phoebe,” I say, holding out my hand and subtly taking a step between him and my two sisters.
“Dan,” he replies, taking my hand. His grip is firm and warm.
I push my blonde hair out of my face and cock my hip. He glances down my body then back up to my eyes. God, I love being able to control men with the simple twist of a leg, the hint of a smile. “Well, welcome to our little sorority house,” I say. “We throw the best parties. Of course, as far as the Dean is concerned we’re known for our charity work.” I wink.
We flirt some more, the drumbeat of my heart speeding up. He’s got a way about him that makes him seem much older than he is. Though his face is rugged his body is, well, not soft exactly, but not the brawny type I usually fall for. Still, he’s aloof and nearly immune to my charms, which only makes me want to conquer him that much more. I try talking about the course I’m studying, regaling him with facts about ethnic studies in case he’s after a smart girl. When that gets little response I play up my exercise, in case he wants an athletic girl. When that gets little response I change tact and go more direct.
“What are you drinking there?” I ask him.
“Whatever’s in the keg.”
I glance in his cup. It’s mostly full. “Taking your time with it.”
He shrugs. “I like things slow.”
I take it from his hand and bring it to my lips. Without breaking eye contact, I gulp the whole thing down. The cold fills my belly. When I finish, I hand the cup back to him.
“I like things fast and hard.”
That enigmatic smile again. The alcohol hits my brain, making everything hazy and beautiful. My inhibitions slip away, replaced with the hot need in my belly. The need for him and the need to make my ex jealous. I reach up and twine my hands through his hair to bring our lips together. He resists for a second, and a think he’s going to walk away. There’s just time for warm embarrassment start to bloom in my chest when he lets me pull him close and we kiss. His lips are soft and warm. His breath tastes slightly of beer.
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