Message in a Bottle 2: Electric Boogaloo

 Hey all! 

Awhile ago I made a post about a donation link if anyone was interested in supporting this blog. Since then I deleted the post and thought I’d just muscle through - until I found The Swapping Caps’s post about a Patreon. So, here we are. 

If you want to follow, I made three different tiers all under $10! It’s for if you like what I post and want to support me more, and also if you wanna see exclusive longer (spicier too!) captions/posts that won’t get posted here (I can’t post pictures tho, so the blog still has some positives :))

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Pillow Princess

 Dennis felt bad when he possessed the body of Elicia, the hottest girl on his campus, he felt bad because she wouldn’t be able to witness what he was going to do to her reputation and body. So, he used another spell from the book he found online to put her floating soul into one of her pillows, the corners twitching a little clued him in to the spell being successful. He then did what he did every other time he possessed a girl, took off her shirt, then her slutty little panties, then her slutty little bra, exposing her sensitive nipples to the cold air. 

Desmond felt bad for Elicia, because she might never climax again. Seeing her writhe around in pillow form gave him an idea, he hopped on the bed and on her and started grinding on her. The soft silk folds moved into his new velvety ones, gently brushing his clit sending spikes of pressure throughout his body. He rode her for hours, one amazing, blissful orgasm after the next. 

Elicia would see Desmond stop showering in her body, and also stop putting on deodorant and perfume. Her acne would get worse and worse each day because of the grease. Desmond also would only eat fast food and never work out so she gained weight. The grossest thing, though, was watching him cum in her panties and not change. Most of the time he’d leave right after for hours on end. She noticed fewer and fewer friends come into her room, she could only watch as a defenseless pillow. The closest she would get would be when her friends would sleep over and lay their heads on her. She’d watch as her body would slowly caress their body, she always had lesbian urges but never acted them out because she was scared. Seeing Desmond do it, and her old friends being ok with and even indulging in it, was a breath of fresh air. Desmond would also ride her every night. 

Once Desmond was finished having his fun, he decided to make Alicia a person again, but he wouldn’t give her her body back, instead he’d place her soul inside the body of the rich little boy that lived down the road. Plus, he was a bit tired of being a lesbian and decided his next target would be a gay man. 

Life Long Mission

 Desmond froze as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was currently having the biggest existential crisis of his entire live(s). 18 years ago, he was hired to assassinate a wealthy politician, but when he ambushed him and his wife in their secret lab, one wrong bullet made their machine go haywire, everybody thought Desmond had been killed, but really his mind had been put in the body of the politicians un-born daughter. Growing up again was tough for him, especially as a wealthy girl instead of a dirt poor boy. 

Going through puberty was a whole new thing, he finally grew to understand why girls were so annoying growing up. Periods, bras, even jacking off was completely different. He’d go through stretches of time where he’d just forget about his previous life and live his new one. The baby never got a chance to develop a consciousness so he didn’t steal anything from anybody, he just wasn’t sure if he was Kaitlyn, the Daughter, or Desmond, the assassin. 

He’d also really got to see a whole new side to this person he was supposed to off, before he’d just fly in, boo, then fly out, but now since he saw who this person was and how they cared for people, it was hard. 

And now he was here, holding a silenced smg ready to kill his dad. He still had his old contacts, and now since he had a new body he could get things for cheaper, all he had to do was carry out his mission, return to the organization and prove it was really him  

“Pumpkin, you ok in there?” His mom asked. Interrupting the train of thought, nearly dropping the weapon it scared him so bad. 

“Yes mommy!! Sorry, lunch went through me like a water slide. I’ll be out in a minute…”

Five comments gets us a part two :) (also, am I the only one who’d actually LOVE to see an anime like this? If any big execs are reading this lmk and I’ll write for you!!) 

Writhing

 Josh let out another moan, writhing in extacy on this couch. He was walking to his car when he got hit and instantly killed by a driver not paying attention. God took pity on him and granted him the ability to come back as Elisha, the girl who killed him. Reluctant to let go of his life so soon, he agreed. 

Cue this moment when, after he squirted on the coach for the fifth time, he heard the dead bolt unlock and his new dad, mom and younger brother burst in. He quickly grabbed the blankets and moved them to cover his very naked body and act like he was napping 

“God it smells in here. Did we leave the fridge open?” Elisha’s mom asked, Josh’s musky new odor covering the room. The thought made him even more horny, this beautiful of a body smelling so horrid and disgusting. 

He’d decided he wouldn’t shower for days, letting the grease pile up and his skin to break out. It was so hot smelling this body, it would bring him to climax easier, and coupled with the little (only necessary things like cleaning his pussy) cleaning, proved to be a deadly combination 

All A Game

 The friend group had started noticing Chelsea and Amanda acting different towards each other as of late. Before the two hated each other, would always talk shit and could only hang out of the whole group was there, but something changed. They started getting along way better, and then developed a romantic relationship. They had no idea that it wasn’t Chelsea or Amanda at all, it was two infamous killers, Jack and Ryan, who had killed the two on a full moon, resulting in them possessing their bodies. Jack and Ryan had been stalking them for months, so they knew how they acted in public and even their routine. They knew what their friends would say when Jack “accidentally” sent a pic of them naked in the shower, Ryan’s fingers deep in his pussy and his tongue invading his new mouth, to their group chat. It was all a game to them, a very pleasurable, amazing game.