I looked around me for the first time, and saw that I was in a penthouse room. This was fantastic. Not only was he a muscle
god, he was filthy rich!
I floated over to the bathroom, gasping - as much as a spirit can - at the luxury. Looking in the drawers and cabinets, I
finally found what I was after-a single set of tinted contacts.
While the nighttime hours passed by, I looked around to learn more about him. He was 23-a step up from my 7 year old midget
body-and a male model who had graduated with a Master's in Athletics. His name was Russ Masters, and he certainly lived up to
his name!
Morning was coming up fast, and my soul felt the tug drawing me toward him. I turned to face him, flopped on a huge bed, and
stared at his closed eyes. The curse bound me, and then his eyes snapped open. I dived into them, aligning myself inside him to
take full control over him.
I stood up with my usual post-Possession headache. It subsided quickly, though, and then I ran to the bathroom to put the
contacts in. The other thing I did to protect myself was gaze directly into "Russ"'s eyes in a mirror. This delayed the curse
by a day, but didn't always work, as I had learned.
I felt his memories coming on as I checked myself out in the mirror. DAMN he was handsome! I tested out his muscles a bit, then
started my "me time". I started pumping my shaft, which quickly grew to a foot, and focused on myself. Cum shot out of me,
getting most of the room wet. Finally, reluctantly, I put a shirt and pants on, and headed out.