You had been stranded out in the country for a good hours now, all because you had tried to be a good samaritan. Because helping somebody couldn't go wrong.
While driving through a back country route out in the desert, stumbled across some blonde woman along the road. A finger out clearly indicating for a ride.
A short interaction with the blonde-haired woman lead to you finding yourself out black after she performed some action on you. And upon opening your eyes found yourself laid on the floor. Uncomfortable on some sand with irritable rocks big and small. Although something felt off big time. .
When your eyes opened you was met looking directly at the cracked road beside, vision blocked by bright strands of blonde over your eyes. Moving hand felt that soft, curled hair brush to the side. Although it seemed attached to your own head. . Weird. And your legs felt more exposed, you could feel more wind breeze over softer skin. Plus the rough sand rubbing against them. Glancing down at yourself, You found yourself wearing a white shirt that was your own. Which appeared baggier when you paid attention. Strange. . It wasn't earlier. More tight-fitting on what had been a fairly muscular torso.
Moving your eyes past the shirt, saw your blue denim jea- wait. Shorts? You hadn't worn shorts. Confident that you could handle the heat just wore your usual city attire. But now clung to your hips were tight denim shorts. Glazing past them saw bare legs. Definitely not of your own. Less muscle and less evidence of hair. Just smooth, creamy legs.
In the midst of your confusion was jolted out by a truck speeding right past you. Causing you to jump right to your feet. Stumbling slightly as your ankle buckled to the side but quickly regained balance. Albeit slightly wobbly. Checking your feet saw they were 'supported' by some blue heels? Thinking about your wobbly stance. You felt some movement akin to that word. Looking over your shoulder and a twist off the head, saw your ass was fairly plump and nicely shaped. Worst of all, the shorts didn't seem to cover anything below the hip. . This new ass of yours had the cheeks hanging out beneath the denim. Taking all these factors into mind. Moved your hands over the shirt stopped at the chest. Their was some movement. Pressing lightly felt what hung on your chest was some petite tits!
You shook your head at that fact refusing to believe it. Looking around the barren country road. You was stranded. Your car no longer in sight. No way home.
First thing that came to mind was to check the suitcase which held; A driver's licence matching the women you met, a phone, hairbrush, Polaroid camera and just other basic personal possessions alongside a note.
Which read: 'I really pulled the lottery coming across you this morning. The muscular build, fairly tall and handsome. Perfect appearance of a man. But unfortunately for you I wasn't really looking for some ride to town. No. I wanted to ride away with your life. I wanted your body for my own. I hope you enjoy your new life Sabrina. And thanks for giving me my dream. .'
Love from [Your name]
She was clearly rubbing the situation into your face. The anger you felt can wait, now was the time to figure out how to get to town. Better than remaining here and burning alive in the sweltering sun. Using the phone managed to surprisingly get a text through to your friend, me. Requesting for a lift, not mentioning the situation.
Hours passed till you finally saw my vehicle arriving down the lengthy road. Only recognising it as mine once it got closer appearing clearer through the blurry air. The car coming to a halt shortly after it neared you. Awaiting your appearance as you were by the passenger side before speaking "Get into an argument with your boyfriend? Quite cruel to leave you stranded, I just happen to be on my way to pick someone else. I have more than one seat available."
And of course the casinos always had at least a few showgirls and plenty of hot waitresses.
One night, not too different from every other night we were there, we got a bit… out of hand. We were drunk, I’d smoked a little too before we went out, and I got a little handsy with some of the girls! Of course security got involved but one of the showgirls told them to leave me alone. It was unbelievable when they actually listened, I thought maybe she was the boss? Or maybe just into me? I didn’t know and didn’t care, to me she gave me the get out of jail free card.
I spent the rest of the night partying with her. Endless drinks, a little bit of hand stuff, and goddamn did she have a great ass! At the end of the night I tried going back to my room, I hadn’t seen my buddies since security had shown up and assumed they just went back to our room. Of course I had to get one more line in.
“Fuckkk thanks for the drinks babe! You’re fine as fuck if I can say that! I could pick that ass out of a line any day of the week!”
I could hardly get a sentence out at this point. She didn’t seem flattered at all, she just crossed her arms and looked at me.
“Is that so? Tell you what big man, I’ve got two other girls waiting, if you can figure out which one is me out of the three of us just by looking at our asses, we can spend the night together and free drinks for the rest of the trip! Sound like a deal?”
I didn’t even think about it before I took the deal. I was confident! I knew I’d be able to figure out which one she was. I was too drunk to even think about what happens if I get it wrong.
She made me wait outside of a dressing room while they got ready. Eventually a security guard came and told me I could come in. The sight before me was astounding. Three women, all bent over showing off their asses, and all I had to do was guess which one was the one I spent tonight with!
“Fuuuuck…”
I whispered to myself. In the blur that was tonight, I could hardly tell them apart, they were all almost the same! One seemed slightly bigger, I guess that drew me in and I assumed that was her, but what was I risking? I mean, if I’m wrong, nothing happens right? And if I’m right, woohoo, night with a hot girl. There’s no downside here.
I took in the view for a little longer before I chose the girl with the bigger ass. Turns out I was wrong. Ah well, I got a great view at least. The girls all turned around and revealed themselves. All smoke shows I must say.
“Ah fuck, guess I was wrong! Oh well, it was a great view! I’m fine with paying for drinks.”
The security guard stopped me on the way out. I felt something prick my neck but before I could do anything I blacked out.
I woke up what felt like hours later. I was tied to a chair in front of a vanity mirror. There was makeup stuff everywhere. The rest of the room was filled with clothes racks, all of it women’s clothing. I could see someone approaching me in the mirror. It was the same showgirl from before.
“You idiot. You act like a pig all night and when you get the deal of a lifetime you accept without thinking there’ll be any consequences? Dumbass. Enjoy the rest of your life, once the girls are done with you, no one will recognize you. What do you think happened to your friends huh? Just went home? Nope. Security grabbed them and brought them here. Those other two girls whose asses you liked? Those were your friends. I’m sure they’d love you to join them~!”
The two girls from earlier appeared and started grabbing makeup supplies. I felt multiple needles stab into me, in my chest, hips, waist, ass, face and legs. I started to feel tingly all over as the two girls who used to be my friends started applying makeup to me. They adapted as my face got smaller, softer, more girlish. My hair turned blonde and grew down just past my shoulders. My frame compressed and shrank down to about 5 feet tall. My thighs and ass expanded as my waist shrank down. I grew two cute perky breasts from my chest. My arms became slender and feminine as the changes came to an end.
I was exhausted. I could pass out right now. As I was about to close my eyes, someone put a headset on me. It played hypnotic loops, reprogramming my brain, rewriting my neural pathways, changing my brain to be the perfect girly girl. A showgirl. A slut. A total bestie to my fellow showgirls. How to do makeup, how to please a man, everything I need to be the best girl ever!
An hour had passed before they took the headset off of me. I was still dizzy when my besties pulled me out of my seat! They brought me to a massive closet and we all tried on these totally hot outfits! God we look so hot! I’m so glad my girlies and I can have fun like this!
I know what we should do! Girls night! Right after this shift, we find a guy and play the ass guessing game! Whoever he picks has the most fun with him, and the other two can join in~! Ugh girls let’s go find us a man~!!
It started with a $3 million antique lamp.
Sabrina Carpenter, already richer than most people could dream of, bought it because she wanted even more. She rubbed it. A tired, disgusted genie appeared, completely fed up with her greed. As punishment, he swapped her into the body of a dirty, middle-aged homeless man named Frank… and, for reasons only the genie understood, dropped a 23-year-old Mexican biology student named Diego into her body instead.
Diego woke up in a Beverly Hills mansion, naked, staring at Sabrina Carpenter’s reflection in the mirror. He didn’t panic. He explored. He touched. He showered. He went through her closet and tried on lingerie, tight dresses, crop tops, silk pajamas, and leather. Then he went outside wearing almost nothing — just a sheer black bra, a tiny thong, and an open leather jacket — walking the streets of Beverly Hills like he owned them.
That night he went to a club. He ended up on the pole, dancing in nothing but the bra and thong while the crowd lost its mind. The real Sabrina (stuck in the homeless body) somehow got inside, saw what was happening, and lost it. She screamed that it was her body. Diego just smiled down at her, mocked her, and had security throw her out. The genie, watching from the shadows the whole time, made sure everything went in Diego’s favor.
Later, at a private after-party in the hills, the genie finally appeared to Diego directly. Diego, still barely dressed, asked what it would take to make the swap permanent. The genie explained three paths. The third — the fastest and dirtiest — required Diego to publicly and irreversibly claim the body in a way the original Sabrina could never come back from… while forcing her to watch.
While the genie talked, Diego got wilder. The genie kept magically changing his outfits: from the bra and thong, to a shiny black micro dress with nothing underneath, to a full black leather harness that barely covered anything, and finally to delicate gold body chains with only the tiniest scraps of fabric left. Diego posed, danced on tables, touched himself in front of everyone, let people touch him, and turned the entire after-party into his personal show.
At one point, while Diego was posing with his back arched and the gold chains framing everything, the genie looked him up and down and simply said:
“You’ve got a nice ass.”
Diego just laughed, spanked it harder, and kept going.
Right now he’s still at the after-party, wearing almost nothing but gold chains, fully committed to making Sabrina’s body his forever… and the genie is watching, clearly enjoying the show.
(In Order of References)
Carol Danvers (Brie Larson)
Wanda Maximoff (Elizabeth Olsen)
Yelena Belova (Florence Pugh)
Ororo Munroe (Hailee Berry)
Ava Starr (Hannah Joe-Kamen)
Shuri (Letitia Wright)
Jean Grey (Sadie Sink)
Natasha Romanova (Scarlet Johansson)
Monica Rambeau (Teyonah Parris)
(You) can be a best friend I've come to seek refuge with, a roommate I already live with that was with me when I discovered my powers, a brother or father unsure about me.
I can rp in first or third person!
All writing levels are welcome!
Can rp in comments or chat!
This is a premise set in the Marvel Universe, so we're basically just two guys in it, one of which has gotten powers and is looking to please the other.
I figure to make things extra fun, i can use the power of those i possess~
As for who I am before/during my possessions, how about a Hispanic man in his mid-20s named Miguel, so Miguel should be the name your character addresses me by once it's known. Scenarios can be winged or discussed. I'm happy to do both!
Kept this celeb selection of superheroes to possess to whose known in universe as superpowered or a superhero!