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.

  

  

  

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