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The following story has nothing to do with Peter, Dash or
anyone from The Day Tucker Became His Sister. I decided to
increase the small supply of ghost-domination stories out
there. So here we go.
I Can't Resist
By Wolverine
Hi, my name is William Smith. Pretty stupid, huh? I hate
getting called Will Smith. Well, I can't help it. At the
young age of 15, I don't have much of a choice on my name
right now.
I tried to change it, but my father said, "Son, be proud of
your heritage." So I'm stuck with the name, but that
doesn't matter now. What matters is telling you my story
before it's too late. My story or the beginning of the end
of my story begins a few days ago.
I had just arrived home. A couple of seniors had beaten me
up at school. At 6' you'd think that I'd be able to handle
myself, but unfortunately there's that whole muscle and
weight thing. The thing is, I wasn't very strong. I was as
skinny as a... I don't know. I was just skinny.
Anyways, I got beat up by two seniors. I hate seniors. They
beat me up because I was skinny and dorky looking with my
brown hair and glasses. The papers in my backpack and my
clothes were torn. I didn't want my parents to see my
condition, so I quickly made it to my room to change and
salvage what I could out of my pack. Those damn seniors!
Two hours and a couple adhesive strips later, I lay on my
bed reading our class assignment. My nose bleed had
disappeared for the time. Now, here's where my story
twists. Just like Spider-Man, this was my chance encounter
with something unbelievable, but instead of getting powers
I got... you'll see.
I was laying there reading and my nosebleed started up. I
immediately jumped up and ran for the bathroom, tripping
and cutting my leg on a splintered wooden table.
"Damn antiques!" I exclaimed softly. I didn't concern
myself with examining the wound for the time and hurried to
the bathroom to stop the nosebleed. After stopping the
nosebleed, I headed back to my room.
The wound on my leg had seemed to have disappeared. I
couldn't find any evidence of even the slightest scratch. I
thought I had just imagined the cut, maybe I had just hit
my leg. I shrugged it off and went back to reading. But the
words started to seem so boring to me, I was getting tired.
I checked the clock and saw it was still 6. That was
strange. I normally didn't get tired at that hour. I
thought my body just needed to heal, so I put away the book
and turned over on my side. I was asleep in a few minutes.
***
My dream told me something was wrong. I found myself
floating in a large black nothingness. I tried yelling, but
sound didn't carry. I figured I was in outer space, just
the stars had turned off for me.
"Will, do not be afraid," said a feminine voice from
somewhere out in the darkness. I don't know what it was,
but I could've sworn an angel was speaking to me. At any
rate, I did exactly the opposite of what it had told me and
panicked. My heart was racing.
"Who are you?" I asked.
Silence hung for a while until I heard a gentle wind sound
and a young woman appeared before me. She had to be about
18 and she was pretty beautiful. Long brown hair with
blonde streaks, brown eyes, nice face, and curves that
weren't too excessive. I guessed she had about a C cup
rack. It didn't really matter. A beautiful woman standing
NUDE in front of me didn't happen very often in the real
world. This was shaping up to be a pretty nice dream.
"My name is Rebecca Knott," the young woman told me.
"Nice to meet you Rebecca. So are we going to get it on?" I
asked in my 'stud' voice, which worked here unlike the real
world where I sounded like a retarded retard. Rebecca
giggled.
"You are cute. I'm glad I decided to help you. We're going
to be great together." She smiled as she said this.
"You bet. I'm great in bed." I was being a total dumbass,
it was my dream however and I could afford to. Too bad I
didn't realize how serious this was. She giggled again.
"I hope you are. I need someone who can magnify that part
of me."
"I'll magnify whatever you want."
"Touch me Will. Just put your hand on my breast, stud."
She was enjoying this. I knew we were about to have sex. I
reached up and put my hand on her breast. It was soft. A
warmth spread through my hand and up through my body. All
my muscles relaxed, but my hand didn't come off her breast.
"This is wonderful. I feel so warm."
"I know. You have such wonderful memories. And such cute
boys in your head. Especially that Carlos guy. He's only
15? Damn. Well, at least he won't be able to resist me.
That's not for tonight though."
Carlos was my best friend. I definitely didn't want to
bring him into this. That was too gay.
"What're you talking about?"
"Shhh. Just relax. I'm almost in control."
I didn't like the sound of that. I took my hand away from
my breast. Wait, that wasn't right. I looked down. My dream
body had undergone a significant change. It looked like a
developing version of Rebecca. Wait, I was Rebecca. No,
that wasn't right. I thrust out my breasts, dangling them
in air felt really good. Wasn't I just talking with
someone? There wasn't anyone around. I was scared. That's
when I bolted upright in bed.
***
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a weight on my
chest. The second thing was a tugging sensation all over my
body. And the third was that I had my hand in a wet cavern
that was between my legs. Pleasure was running through my
body from it. I pulled myself out of bed and noticed that I
was sore all over. I could barely drag myself to the
bathroom.
In the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I was a chick...
almost! I could still see parts of me in the woman, but
they were smoothing out as my skin tightened or moved on my
face. Another face was pushing out from under it.
Eventually, I disappeared and stare into the face of
Rebecca. I almost screamed, but at that point my chest
decided to have a slight growth spurt. I groaned as the
growing breasts ripped my shirt off. I was skinny so my
clothes weren't adjusting to these changes very well. I
could tell my pants were about to give. I wanted them to.
Aside from the tightness, I desperately needed to get to
the new organ I had in my crotch.
I went to my knees, ripping the pants off. Only my
underwear remained. They were sopping wet, but I resisted
the urges calling from my organ. I knew my breasts were
almost fully Rebecca's size and I could feel my mind
slipping. New memories were rushing in. How I had slept
with the star quarterback at my high school when I was just
13. He was a naughty boy. I giggled at the memory, but then
groaned as I tried to push those thoughts out. I was
rewarded with more memories as my breasts reached full size
and sent sexual chills down my spine. My memories faded out
at that point as I giggled and masturbated my way into
Rebecca's thoughts.
***
I can only remember this because of Rebecca, so it's a bit
foggy. I'll do my best to continue the story. The first
thing is standing in front of a strange blue house. I
started moving toward it. I had been waiting twenty years
to fuck this man. I knocked on the door.
Next thin I know we're in the bedroom and he's pumping his
penis into me. The pleasure between my legs is
indescribable. I'm arching my back as he caresses my
breasts, sending pleasure down my spine. All those years of
wandering around dead had been worth it. Then I thought
something about how some cute boy would disappear after I
absorbed enough life and femininity. I assume the nasty boy
was me now.
We fucked all night. Unfortunately I can remember every
last thought, sensation, and feel of his body and mine. The
pleasure was incredible, but I was repulsed by sex with a
man when I finally came back. Anyways, after we both
exhausted our bodies, we both passed out. I woke about an
hour later after the sun had risen a good bit. I reached
over and put my lips on his and sucked. I wasn't sucking
air or saliva, I was sucking his very life out of him. The
man started struggling after he realized what was
happening, but then settled down as the life disappeared
completely out of him. I felt so happy and energetic after
that I decided to pleasure myself.
That's when I blacked out again.
***
I came to as me lying on my floor. My mom was shaking me.
The few memories of my thoughts as Rebecca flowed into my
head and I puked. Mom took a step back to allow me some
air. I noticed it was almost dark.
"Honey, are you alright?" my mom asked me at last.
"Yes, yes. Mom, I had the worst nightmares. I was this
woman, and I had been a ghost for twenty years and I had
sex with this guy... And then I sucked the life out of him.
I enjoyed every minute of it. But... but it wasn't me. I
wasn't thinking like me." I replied in a panicked hurry. I
hugged my mom for all my life.
"It's okay Willy. It was just a dream. But why are you
wearing these clothes? And look what I found in my closet."
Fear gripped me. I let go of my mom glanced at my closet.
Bras, panties, nighties, thongs, and dildos of different
sizes lay on the floor. My clothes had been pushed into the
back of my closet and the rest was filled with skimpy
shirts, probably hip hugging jeans for the girl I knew I'd
become, and even more lingerie and bikinis. With terror
filling my mind, I looked down at myself.
I was wearing a loose white shirt that came down to almost
my waist, but probably pulled up right below my breasts as
Rebecca. I also had on loose fitting short shorts and I
could feel delicate cloth under them. I guessed it was my
panties. I noticed for the first time that they were warm
and moist.
"No, please, no, it can't be." I started shaking. My mom
grabbed me and laid my head on her shoulder.
"It's okay Willy. We'll get you help. This is probably
schizophrenia or something." I held my mom tighter,
something didn't feel right.
"Mom, I feel weird. I can't breathe."
My mom screamed. That's when I noticed that my mom's
breasts, which had been gently pushing against my chest
were seemingly pushing harder against me.
"Willy, what'd happening to you?!"
I realized her chest wasn't pushing harder, mine was
pushing back. I pulled away from my mom and stared at her
and then looked at my body. My penis was moving below the
short shorts as it withdrew into me. I could feel my
internal organs shifting to prepare for the change. My hips
were still expanding and I could feel the shirt tightening.
All the while, my mom stared in horror at her possessed
son. The tugging in my face told me my face was changing
and my mom let out a loud gasp. I tried to tell her to run,
but my voice changed and I choked out the words in a
pathetic squeak. My mind was fuzzing up and I knew I
wouldn't be able to pull myself together enough to warn her
again. I could only hope she'd be smart enough to at some
point.
Truth be told, I started to want her to stay. I had never
noticed before, but this woman in front of me was pretty
beautiful. And I was a bisexual. I knew I could convince
her to make love to me.
I can't remember what happened then as I started to think
as Rebecca.
***
Once again, I can't really remember this part very well.
And once again, I'm thinking as Rebecca. I remember my mom
and I cuddling. No, we were making out in the bathroom. My
hand was on her naked breast, so I knew we were almost to
the best part. I remember being hornier than I'd ever been
as I plunged my free left hand into her vagina. She was
rather loose as she had given birth to some kid. The
feeling of getting caught ran through both of us. Her
husband would be home soon. And then I realized who I was.
Anger rushed through me as my mind became Will again.
"How could you mom?" I squeezed out.
My mom looked worried and squeezed my breast. And then I
realized I was really Rebecca. I felt so silly that I
pulled my hand out of her and put my tongue in as I
masturbated.
"Becca, *sexual groan* you almost went back to him again.
You think that cute boy knows what's going on?" My mom
asked. And then she screamed with orgasmic pleasure. I
tasted even more in her vagina then. And I laughed inside.
I flopped down beside my mom.
"No, Will doesn't know anything, my love. You and I were
quite the lesbians weren't we, Lana?" I said as I finished
my orgasm.
"Yes we were. I missed you Becca. And how lucky you chose
my son to come back as."
"He's got a lot of you in him. So now you and I are even
more than just lovers." A car door slammed outside.
"My husband is home. I don't know why I married him. I was
always waiting for you to come back to me."
"I know. But then you had this sexy boy for me to
transform. And now we can fuck forever as soon as I get
enough life force from him and men." My mom, or Lana to me
at that time, started crying.
"I'm so old now though. I can't be your fantasy fucker
anymore." I giggled and then grabbed her boob and shook it.
"You've still got your chest and I can give you your youth
back." Lana smiled and nuzzled me.
"How?"
"Your husband. You can have his body and his life force.
He'll have enough for you to become like me." Lana giggled
and got up.
"How do we do it?"
"You get him in bed and I'll do the rest." My mom nodded
and I faded again.
***
I woke up beside Lana in bed. She wasn't exactly my mom
anymore as I noticed she had gotten significantly younger
and she had betrayed me for some past romance. This large
breasted, black haired beauty was not the kind, loving
mother I had come from.
"Not just any romance," said Rebecca in my head.
"Get out of me," I whimpered back in my mind.
"No. Lana and I were meant to be together forever. And now
that her family is almost gone, we can get back to where we
were before I got killed by that bastard Ken." A flash of
the man she had sucked dry came to me.
"But please, I'm a living being. You have no right."
"Lana gave you to me when she saw who you had become. She
was proud to have her blood in me. That's all you are,
blood combined."
"So were you."
"I'm not anymore. I'm a spiritual being. And you won't die,
so stop fretting. You become me. You still exist as me."
"So you chose me because I was Lana's son?"
"No, I chose you because you were hurting. I'm not a cruel
person. That's why I let you remember your pleasure as me.
When I saw you, I knew you were about to die. Those boys
did more than you know to you. So I became one with you to
save your life. My only price is that you now become me to
save mine."
"Please, Rebecca. I don't want to be you. I have my own
friends and a life and I'm in love!"
"Oh. Your crush. Yes, she is very sexy. When you're me,
you're an eighteen year old, remember? And she's a senior
too. I'm very persuasive. Lana was a straight girl before I
found her. And then we fell in love. She and I fucked
everyone around the school and enjoyed it. We were so free
and so in love with each other."
"But I want to get her as me."
"Oh boo hoo. I'm tired of talking with myself. In a few
minutes, you're going to want to be me so bad that you'll
beg to transform. I've already altered your personality
towards mine and now you're going to want to be me again.
I'm sorry to do this to your young friend, but Carlos is
cute and I need a young person to absorb all his life
force."
"No!" I panicked and yelled for my dad. He'd save me. I
heard Rebecca laugh.
"He gave you up last night as he became your mom. Here
remember."
Memories flooded my mind. My dad and mom were making love
and then my mom disappeared into him. He grabbed his
stomach and groaned as he began to transform. I was
standing there as Rebecca rubbing my vaginal juices on him
and calling out Lana. Soon, his mind obviously gave in and
as his last act he gave his life to Lana and the right for
his son's soul up just so he could be with me forever. I
snapped out of the flash back.
"No, please not dad." Rebecca laughed and then the urge to
be her rose up in me. I ran for the front door.
"How far do you think I'm going to let you get? I can read
your thoughts. You can't warn him in time. Now beg to be me
and give your mind and body up forever!" The words came to
as I reached the sidewalk.
The urge was too unbearable. I needed a vagina and I needed
breasts. I wanted to be me again!
"Please, I want to be Rebecca so bad. I hate this boy mind
and body. Let me be the true me."
And with that, the transformation began. But my mind still
belonged to me partly and even though I wanted to be
Rebecca, still what was Will wanted to warn Carlos. So I
ran for his house.
***
That's why I'm writing this. I can't reach my friend in
time. I'm about to stop being this boy. My body is almost
complete and soon I'll be me again. He lives in another
town, so it may take me a while to get to him. If you know
me, you'll know him and you can warn him. I'm coming to
fuck him. I can't think very clearly now, so I have to get
away from this computer before I don't want to send this.
Goodbye. Remember me. And please don't pick up any women
with brown hair and brown eyes wearing a red shirt and
jeans.
Elissa
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