Ashley settled for Richard. She had always been a petite girl, so the chance of being an older man with Richard’s sheer size was appealing to her, simply due to her enjoying the variety of life. “I don’t mind considering myself a part of this family, Richard,” she said to herself as her body began to grow incorporeal, starting from her fingertips to her core. “But not in the way you expect.” She was secretly thankful that no one could hear her musings as she left the physical world.
As Ashley floated through the house and made her way towards Richard’s house, she began to wonder what she would do with him. There was a part of her that wanted to wait until he was deep into his nap so it would be easier to snatch up his body, but the experience with Mr. Wheeler had given her second thoughts. It was fun to not simply watch her victim struggle to fight off the possession but also indulge in the sensation of slowly infecting and corrupting the victim.
The thought of taking over Richard’s virile body was something that caused Ashley’s incorporeal form to shiver from the sheer pleasure. Imagining the usually stable and sturdy man succumbing to the will of a high schooler was also extremely tempting. Tittering to herself as she floated to Richard’s room, she nearly gasped at the sight of the young father slowly stripping his clothes off. Did he sleep in the nude? Slowly, almost as if he was giving a show, Richard stripped off his shirt while shaking his body and gyrating his hips. Then, he dug a finger into his shorts’ waistband and slipped them off with a flick of his finger.
He chuckled with his deep baritone. “Getting better at this,” he said, looking pleased with himself. His sweat-covered torso shimmered as he let out a deep yet natural laugh as he stepped out of his shorts. He wore a pair of boxers briefs that snugly hugged his thick, hairy thighs. “Vicky’s gonna get a kick outta this.” Ashley wasn’t sure who Vicky was, but she was thankful that she was getting Richard to give a show like this to an unknown audience.
Next, he took off the shirt he had on, revealing an excellent wife beater and a pair of hairy, muscular arms. Despite his age, Richard had a fit to rival Smith. He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair in a way that drove Ashley mad with lust. He sauntered over to his bed, letting out another yawn along the way. Deciding that there really was no better time, Ashley shot into his back and threw him face-down onto his bed.
“OOMF! I-AH! Woah!” The sudden pressure shocked Richard, as did the sudden cold and invasive sensation that began from where Ashley dived and was quickly spreading throughout his body. “What the fuuu-oooohhh!” he tried to scream for help before his cry became a low moan of pressure as Ashley thrust her hips into his own, emulating his little show from earlier. With each thrust into his flesh, a shockwave of erotic pleasure coursed throughout his body. “Oh, oh…! Oh god…!”
His cheeks flushed a deep red, and his mouth, open and moaning like a slut in heat, was freely drooling as his face was shoved onto his bed as Ashley spread all over his body. “M-More… ohhhh...” Richard’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he began to hump the bed, enjoying the small friction between his boxers and the silken sheets. His body convulsed as control was suddenly wrested from him, but his mind could no longer care. He allowed Ashley to fill every limb, take his core, and rub his pecs through his wife-beater without a hint of shame. Eventually, his body locked up before relaxing.
“Mmm, feels so good...” muttered Ashley, doing a few experimental thrusts with Richard’s strong, muscular thighs. She stretched her new shapely legs, enjoying the strength and sheer length she got from them. With her meaty hands, she rubbed her body up and down as an erotic, tingly feeling spread throughout her stolen body. “Thanks for the body, Mr. DILF,” she giggled, so unlike Richard’s bellowing laughs. Rising from the bed, making sure to strut her hips as her flaccid cock bounced from the confines of Richard’s boxers, she made her way over to the mirror and began to flex. “Oh yeah, this is gonna be a great summer.”
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