body part possession, m2f possession
A woman sat topless on a couch while a movie played on the TV. Of note, her left nipple was exceptionally hard while her right nipple was pliable. With her breasts hanging freely and her shapely legs crossed, she paused the movie while she watched a timer on her phone count down to zero.
She snapped her fingers, her left nipple softened, and a man appeared in front of her.
“Well?” the woman asked expectantly.
“Yeah, your tits are definitely colder. No question about it.”
“Oh, buzz off. There’s no way! It was 40 below outside!”
“Yeah, but I was wearing a warm coat. I can’t choose to wear clothes as a tit.”
The woman cupped her left breast and leaned forward.
“There is no way that being my tit feels colder than being outside in this weather,” she said, using her hand to gesture her boob towards the door.
“I don’t know what to tell you. It’s like windchill. Even though the thermometer says a certain temperature, it actually feels like a lower temperature. Your tits have really, really high windchill.”
“My tits don’t have windchill!” the topless woman shouted.
“Like you would know. You’ve never been a witch’s tit before.”
“Then I’ll try it right now!”
After a brief phone call, the couple waited patiently on the couch. Before they could strike up conversation again, there was a flash of light and a puff of smoke. The smoke dissipated to reveal a woman wearing a risqué black nightgown.
“I was getting ready for bed, but this is way too silly to pass up,” the nightgown-wearing woman said.
“I’m glad you agree. Now put me in one of your tits,” the topless woman said.
“That’s not fair!” the man said, “What if her tits are warmer than yours?”
“He’s right,” the clothed woman said, “For this to be fair, we’ll have to put you in your own tit…”
Before the couple could speak, the woman in the black nightgown aimed a hand at the topless woman and twisted her wrist. The topless woman’s body froze and her mouth opened wide as a red ball of light floated out of her mouth. The nightgown-wearing woman smiled and walked over to the couch. She gently guided the red ball of light into the topless woman’s left tit until it was fully absorbed. She gave the nipple a playful flick, causing it to immediately harden.
The man sat there, in awe of the nightgown-wearing woman’s magic.
“So she’s…” the man spoke.
“In her own tit, yes,” the nightgown-wearing woman said, “and now her body needs a host.”
The nightgown-wearing woman placed a single finger against the crotch of the man and flicked upwards. In a blink, his entire body had disappeared. In its place was a floating green ball, more corporeal than the red ball had been. The nightgown-wearing woman plucked the green ball from the air and caressed it in her hands before inserting it into the topless woman’s mouth. Satisfied with the green ball’s positioning, she then lifted the topless woman’s jaw to close it shut.
The body of the topless woman slowly came back to its senses and looked up at the nightgown-wearing woman. The freshly-possessed topless woman made as if to speak, but her voice immediately caught in her throat. After a small coughing fit, she spoke.
“Jeez, couldn’t you have warned me? I wasn’t ready for that,” the man said using the topless woman’s voice.
“It wouldn’t have been as fun if you were prepared. How’s your new tit feeling?”
The current occupant of the topless woman’s body looked down at her fit, curvy body and focused on the left tit.
“It’s hard to feel her,” came the reply from the topless woman’s body, “But she’s definitely in there. I guess I’ll start the timer.”
The topless woman’s body reached for its phone and pressed a button before sitting back down on the couch.
“Wanna watch a movie?” asked the woman on the couch, “We’ve got an hour and a half of waiting before we get to undo this and see how cold she thinks her tits are.”
“I’m awfully tired, but sure,” the nightgown-wearing woman replied. She sat down next to the doubly-occupied topless woman’s body and continued, “How could I pass up such a unique opportunity to Netflix and chill?”