Joe found the spell on a forum that shouldn't have existed.
Body Possession Ritual — Full Immersion. Target must be known to you. Light a pink candle. Speak the words. Close your eyes. You will inhabit their form for two hours. ONE RULE: Do not orgasm. Each climax erases a layer of your original memories. You have been warned.
The target was obvious.
Pixie. Twenty years old. Pink hair cascading in waves past her jawline, baby blues lined with thick lashes, lips permanently pouted and glossy. Her OnlyFans had twelve thousand subscribers. Her body was impossible — heavy round tits that defied gravity, a tiny cinched waist, and an ass like two ripe peaches stuffed into thigh-high socks. She was the e-girl of his dreams. The girl he'd spent — God — probably a thousand hours watching, tipping, jerking off to in the dark of his bedroom.
Two hours before her boyfriend got home to film content.
Two hours inside her.
Joe lit the candle. Spoke the words. Closed his eyes.
And fell.
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Mmmmmh…
The first thing he felt was the weight on his chest.
Heavy. Warm. Two perfect orbs pressing against the fabric of — what was this? A tiny pink crop top. No bra. He could feel his nipples — her nipples — stiffening against the cotton, fat and sensitive, sending little sparks down through his stomach.
He opened her eyes.
Pink walls. LED strips. A ring light on a stand. A bed covered in plushies and pink satin sheets. A mirror on the wardrobe door.
And in the mirror — Pixie.
"Oh fuck…" The voice came out of her throat — high, breathy, a little bratty. Her voice. His lips moved and she moved. Pink hair swayed. Those big blue eyes blinked.
Joe raised her small, manicured hand. Acrylic nails painted pink with little rhinestones. He watched her hand rise in the mirror and his cock — wait. No cock. Nothing there. Just a smooth, warm, wet little slit nestled between soft thighs.
He cupped her tits through the crop top. The sensation was electric — a deep, heavy ache that pulsed straight down between his — her — legs. He squeezed. Soft. Impossibly soft. And heavy. He could feel the weight of them pulling at her chest, the way they sat high and round and perfect.
"Don't…" he whispered to himself. "Don't get carried away. Two hours. Don't cum. That's the rule. Just… explore. Be careful."
He pulled the crop top over her head.
Her tits bounced free — big, round, pink-nippled, with a subtle undercurve that made them look engineered. He hefted one in her small hand. The nipple was fat and puffy and so sensitive. Just brushing it with his thumb made her pussy clench.
Oooooh… that's… that's really sensitive…
He pinched. A little moan slipped out of her mouth. Her thighs pressed together.
Stop it. Don't play with them too much. You know the rules.
But they felt so good. Heavy and warm and his — hers — and he'd spent so long imagining what they'd feel like and now they were right there in her hands.
He padded across the room in her bare feet — tiny feet, painted toenails — and looked at himself — herself — in the full-length mirror.
She was wearing a tiny pink pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. Beneath it: a pink thong, the string disappearing between the most perfect, round, juicy ass cheeks he'd ever seen. He turned. Looked over her shoulder at the mirror. The skirt rode up and there it was — her ass — plump and taut and begging to be grabbed.
God, she's even more perfect from this angle…
He bent over slightly. The skirt rode up further. He could see the thong stretched tight over her pussy — smooth, waxed, a tiny camel toe.
His — her — mouth watered.
Don't.
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Twenty minutes in. He'd managed to limit himself to looking.
He sat on her bed, surrounded by plushies, scrolling through her phone. Messages from subs. A DM from her boyfriend — Tyler 💕: be home in 2 hrs babe. gonna film that anal scene u promised. got the new plug.
Anal scene.
Joe stared at the message. His stomach did something strange. A hot little flutter.
She does anal. On camera. For thousands of people.
He looked at the bedside table. Opened the drawer.
Lube. A pink jewelled butt plug. A string of anal beads — pink, graduated, the last one thick. A vibrator. Several dildos.
He picked up the butt plug. It was heavier than he expected. The jewel on the end was pink. The shaft was slim but present.
I could… try it. Just to see what it feels like. It's not my pussy. It's my ass. The rule is don't cum. Anal isn't going to make me cum. That's not how that works.
He was already rationalising.
He lubed the plug. Pulled the thong aside. Found her asshole — tight, wrinkled, warm — and pressed the tip against it.
"Ohhhhh…" Her voice. High and breathy. Her toes curled.
It slipped in. Slowly. The stretch was intense — a deep, filling pressure that made her pussy throb. The plug slid home with a soft click and the jewel nestled against her cheeks.
Fuck. That felt… that felt really, really good. A constant low hum of pressure right against something inside — something that made her pussy drip.
Okay. That's fine. That's just… anal. That's just what anal feels like. It's not going to make me cum. It's fine.
He pulled the beads out. Lubed them. Pressed the first one against her already-stretched rim.
It popped in. Then the second. Bigger. Her breath hitched. Then the third — oh God — and her pussy was clenching around nothing, dripping onto the pink sheets, and the pressure was building somewhere deep inside, something he'd never felt before, a tight hot coil right behind the plug—
The fourth bead. Thick. Her back arched. Her tits pressed into the mattress. Her ass was stuffed and the pressure was right there, right on that spot, and her pussy was spasming—
"Oh fuck — oh fuck — what is—"
The fifth bead. The biggest. It popped in and her whole body seized.
"FUCK—!"
And Pixie came.
Not from her pussy. From her ass. A deep, rolling, devastating anal orgasm that made her thighs shake and her toes curl and her pussy gush clear fluid onto the sheets. Her asshole clamped down on the beads and the plug and the pleasure radiated out in waves — up her spine, down her thighs, through her clit — and she screamed into a plushie.
When it passed, Joe lay there. Panting. Drooling. Her ass still stuffed. Her pussy still twitching.
And something was… missing.
What was I… what was the rule? There was a rule. Something about…
It was there. Faint. Like a word on the tip of his tongue.
Don't cum.
But he'd already cum. And the memory of why was already fading.
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He pulled the beads out. One by one. Each one made her pussy flutter. Each pop made her whimper.
That felt… that felt so good. I should… I should try the pussy. Just to see. Just to feel what it's like.
He reached for the vibrator.
No. Something in the back of her mind. Faint. Don't.
But the voice was so quiet now. And her pussy was so wet. And the plug was still in her ass, humming with pressure, and she just needed—
She pressed the vibrator to her clit.
"Ooooooh FUUUCK—"
Within thirty seconds she was cumming again. Harder this time. Her pussy gushed. Her tits heaved. Her back arched off the bed. And another layer of Joe dissolved like sugar in hot water.
What was… my name is… I'm…
Pixie.
She was Pixie.
She rolled onto her back. Spread her thighs. Looked at herself in the mirror across the room — pink hair fanned across the pillows, big tits swaying, thighs shaking, pussy dripping.
God, I'm so hot.
She grabbed the biggest dildo from the drawer. Eight inches. Thick. Pink.
And she fucked herself with it.
Long, slow, deliberate strokes. Watching herself in the mirror. Watching her pussy stretch around it. Watching her tits bounce. Moaning in her voice — high and bratty and slutty — and cumming again and again and each time something else dissolved and it felt less important and more right and she was Pixie, she was always Pixie, she was a hot horny slut who loved cumming and—
"FUCK YES—!"
Another orgasm. Her pussy squeezed the dildo. Her eyes rolled back. The last thread of Joe — some vague sense that he'd come from somewhere, that he'd been someone else — frayed.
Who… who was I before? Was I… someone?
The thought drifted away like smoke.
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An hour and fifty minutes.
Pixie lay on the bed. Drenched in sweat and cum. The plug still in her ass. The dildo still in her pussy. Her thighs streaked with her own juices. Her eyes were half-lidded. Her mouth was open. Drool on the pillow.
…so good… more… need more…
She heard the front door open.
"Babe? I'm home."
Tyler.
Her boyfriend. Big. Muscled. Tattooed. And — she remembered, somehow, with a hot thrill — huge.
She heard his footsteps. The bedroom door opened.
And there he was. Six-two. Broad shoulders. Black t-shirt stretched across his chest. And when he saw her — spread out on the bed, plug in her ass, dildo in her pussy, drooling and desperate — he grinned.
"Started without me, slut?"
Pixie moaned.
Oh God… he's so… he's so big…
He pulled off his shirt. Unbuckled his jeans. And his cock sprung free — thick, long, veiny — and Pixie's pussy clenched around the dildo at the sight of it.
That's… that's the biggest cock I've ever… I need it… I need it now!
"Tyler…" she whimpered. "Please…"
He pulled the dildo out. Pulled the plug out. And replaced them with his cock — first in her pussy, deep, stretching her wider than the dildo, and Pixie screamed.
"That's it, baby. Take it."
He fucked her. Hard. The bed shook. The plushies fell off. Her tits bounced with every thrust and she was cumming — over and over — and each thrust drove something out of her mind, some last stubborn fragment of a person who'd been someone else, a loser, a nobody, a boy in a dark room—
And each orgasm erased it.
Until there was nothing left but Pixie.
A drooling, cumming, empty slut with a big cock in her pussy and her eyes rolled back and her tongue out and nothing behind it but pleasure.
Tyler flipped her over. Spread her ass. Pushed into her asshole.
"Time to film, babe."
Pixie just moaned.
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The Next Day
Pixie sat in her pink room. Hair in pigtails. Makeup perfect. Sipping an iced coffee.
Tyler was editing last night's video. The anal scene was going to do numbers.
She scrolled her phone. Twitter. News.
LOCAL: Man, 24, Found Unresponsive in Bedroom.
She tapped it.
Police discovered a 24-year-old man in his apartment yesterday evening, unresponsive and uncommunicative. Paramedics reported that the individual appeared to be in a catatonic state, staring at the ceiling and unresponsive to stimuli. A pink candle was found burning on his desk. Authorities are investigating but suspect no foul play. The man's identity has not been released. A neighbour described him as "quiet, kept to himself, always on his computer."
Pixie sipped her coffee.
"That's sad," she said.
She scrolled past.
"Tyler, baby — when's that video going up? My subs are begging."
The world was full of sad lonely boys, but Pixie… Pixie was a princess and her life was amazing.
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