Csaba turned to face the mirror before smacking a feminine hand right onto the firm, expansive ass he now possessed, grasping it HARD. How he made it this far without taking a good handful of all this ass-meat was a testament to how much he was kneading at his bouncy chest. Though to be fair, they were good boobs. VERY good, Csaba had judged, having felt them up for about 10 minutes, and then 30 minutes more when he figured out how to unclasp the bra. The way his whole body tingled from just an over-the-clothes groping was ALMOST enough that he could die a happy man, knowing what it’s like having the simulating, erogenous body of a gorgeous woman. But he’d never forgive himself if he just stopped there, and was soon glad he didn’t. Csaba had his greedy fingers all over his dumptruck ass, and he couldn’t help but moan loudly and have his knees buckle out from under him from the unbearable pleasure. This lady’s duff felt even better than her tits!

Csaba and his neighbor, Karina, were on fine terms; polite, if strained, but not much else. But Csaba didn’t want to be just FRIENDLY with her, no, he wanted much more from her than that. Karina didn’t give off signals that she was interested, however. In fact, whenever he approached her with anything more than simple hello, her withering stare of mild disgust shut it down before it even began. Even if he brought himself to ask her out, Csaba didn’t have a chance. But such mundane concerns hardly matter when magic becomes involved. He couldn’t for the life of him remember where he got it- practically materializing in his lap one day- but he didn’t care HOW the possession spell appeared on his computer one day. What he knew was exactly who he’d use it on. Without hesitation, he read it off, drooling at the thought of taking over Karina’s body, if briefly.

He couldn’t take it anymore, Csaba was going in. By this point, the sweater dress was bunched up in the corner of the bathroom, and he was ready to strip off the rest of his clothes. Flexible tights clinging to his hairless curves like an embrace, ankle socks hiding his dainty little feet, and most tantalizing of all, the panties he could just make out from over the rest of his outfit. He could feel it tease against his new sex, and considering how it barely covered any skin, he was confident that he now had a slutty g-string squeezed between his beautiful cheeks. A thong like that makes a woman’s butt look amazing (as if Karina’s needed it), but Csaba was more interested in how it would feel when he slowly peeled it off, getting a better, more INTIMATE look at what was nestled underneath…