ADVENTURES IN ASTRAL PROJECTION
Episode one; Accidental Revelation
I had been experimenting with astral projection since I was eighteen years old, back in 1999. I had no success whatsoever at first, but the more I practiced the more I had some results. I pursued it as more of a hobby, but after a few years I was able to correctly see things in other rooms. I would close my eyes and place a playing card on my kitchen table before going into the bedroom I would concentrate on the imagining myself getting up from the room and going to see what the card had been. By 2005 I was right 100% of the time. I started moving a little farther each time, testing myself more conclusively. I was always a little afraid to go too far from my house though, my success made me concerned about the idea of actually being outside my body.
My concerns turned out to be justified, for the first time I tried to really go for some distance in my astral travels things went more than a little awry. It was the summer of 2010, and I was lying in my room trying to relax after a hard week of work. I decided to try out my skills, which if nothing else I found to be a good mental exercise for concentration. I laid back and closed my eyes, relaxing my body and sharpening up my mind. I focused on the sensation of sitting up from the bed, then throwing my feet to the floor and walking out of the room. With perfect clarity I was now walking around my house, even though I knew my body was still lying in bed.
I wandered around my home for a while, and then I had a sudden impulse to be more adventurous. I had never had any problem waking up from these experiences before, I just imagined myself laying back down inside my body and opening my eyes. I figured it was time to really go for a walk. I remembered stories of people being able to describe details of places that were miles away in other countries. I didn't think I was that good yet, but I though I would try to go somewhere unfamiliar and see what happened. I walked through my front door, literally, then down the street. I looked up at my neighbour's house and thought about trying to see inside.
Part of me hesitated at the feeling of invading someone's home though, and I briefly considered going downtown and just trying to investigate some empty office building. However, my neighbour's was closer to my body if I wanted to wake up and I was still afraid of going too far. Metaphysically shrugging, I walked up to the door and passed through it. I had never been in their home before, and yet I saw the layout with perfect clarity. It was a married couple who lived in the house, and I could hear them moving around inside.
Part of me was afraid again, I had never really been around other people while I was out of my body and I was still unsure about it. Swallowing my fear, I walked towards the sound of their voices in the kitchen. I saw the two of them sitting at the table, talking. They had evidently just finished dinner. I listened to their conversation for a while, feeling a little ashamed of my spying. The wife was perhaps thirty five years old, her husband was a about the same age. She had thick, curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. I had noticed her many times before, casually appreciating that she was quite attractive. Her body was curvy and healthy, and she kept herself in pretty good shape considering she was basically a married housewife.
She excused herself from her husband, saying she was going to go get changed. I watched her walked towards what I assumed was their bedroom. Not unashamed of myself I followed her. She selected herself a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt which she tossed on the bed. She then started removing her clothes. I was about to leave when I thought of something I wanted to try before moving on, and since she was alone it seemed a good time. I approached her as she pulled off her blouse and threw it in the hamper. She quickly removed her bra as well.
I stopped a second, distracted by the view I now had of her large, soft breast bouncing free from her bra. They had a bit of sag to them, but were otherwise perfect, capped with dark nipples. Concentrating on the more scientific reasons for being here, I closed the gap between us and stood next to her. Again I paused, for she bent over and casually peeled off her panties, adding them to their other discarded clothes. Her curvy body was indeed alluring. I noticed that, though the bikini area was hairless, she had a modest amount of soft hair around her slit. I felt my own excitement, and it took some effort to keep myself on track.
I reached out my spiritual hand and tried touching her shoulder. I felt a tingle as my hand neared her, and a vibration ran up my arm as I made contact. I saw her look up, and I could tell she could feel something as well. I pressed a little harder and my hand vibrated a little more. There was some resistance, but my hand went inside her shoulder. It was different than passing through walls, much more dense. I assumed that was her own spiritual energy I was feeling. I reached my arm all the way inside her, and I say her shiver and cross her arms. I leaned towards her, wondering if I could read her mind though such contact as this.
Distracted by my attempts at telepathy, I was startled by the sudden sound of her husband entering the room behind her. She was startled as well, and spun around to face him. This dual action caused her to bump right into me, so to speak, and suddenly I felt myself slam against a wall of vibrations. I felt as though I was slipping through a slimy membrane as we collided. I was totally disoriented for a second, forgetting where I was or what I was doing. Then I shook my head and the room came back into focus again.
"Are you ok?" The husband asked. I looked at his quizzical expression as he stood in front of me. I didn't hear his wife answer. I realised that I couldn't see her and I looked around to see what she was doing. I didn't see her anywhere. "Barbra?" He asked again, and this time I realised he was looking me right in the eyes. He was talking to me. Immediately after noticing this fact I realized I now had a whole second set of memories. I knew everything his wife Barbra did, as well as every thought in my own mind. I realised that I had taken over her body by accident, and that I was not on the astral plain anymore, but in a body.
Her husband, who I now knew was named Jim, was starting to look at me with concern. I had to think fast. Using my new memories, I smiled and replied to him. "Sorry, hon, you just startled me - my mind was elsewhere." I said with an embarrassed laugh. He laughed as well. I fought back my panic. I told myself it was all right; as soon as I was alone again I could leave this body and run back to my own. I wondered if Barbra was still in her body with me or if she was somewhere else, maybe waking up in my body very confused. I tried not to think about that eventuality and kept my face cheery.
"Looks like you haven't finished changing." He said, eyeing my nudity. I felt very naked indeed, not only being undressed in front of a man I didn't know, but in a body that wasn't even mine. I said something non committal and walked over to grab the sleeping clothes Barbra had chosen. I bent over and picked them up off the bed, too late Barb's mind told me that her husband would not let such a bend over go unpunished.
As I leant over the bed I felt Jim come up behind me. His hands caressed my backside, tracing the firm curves of my now-rounded ass. It was very uncomfortable. I felt like cringing and moving away but I didn't want him to know anything was amiss. I opened my mouth to make up some excuse when suddenly his hand moved down between my ass cheeks. His fingers parted my downy hair and rubbed what I guessed was my clit. It was kind of like a woman stroking a raging erection as a man, on different. My words turned into a gasp. He started rubbing my new slit up and down, sending tingles through my new body.
Still rubbing my clit with his middle finger, he started teasing the entrance to my pussy with his thumb. He said something about giving us a proper reason to need a shower before bed, but I barley heard him - I was too distracted by the sensation of his thumb slipping into my vaginal walls, which was something I had never experienced before. Penetration was something that was new to me as a straight man, and if his thumb felt too weird I wondered what sex was like from this end. I didn't really intent to find out though, not that it mattered.
I was shocked at myself for emitting a low whimper as he started to rub my cunt. It felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to stop it just yet. I felt another alien sensation in my lower parts as my new pussy started to get wet. I looked down past my swaying tits to see my pubic hair glinting with my own womanly juices. Jim was fingering me adamantly now, not forgetting about my clit as well. Jim suddenly bent down and started licking my hairy slit from behind. I moaned as his mouth brought me new pleasure. His tonge pleasured all the right parts, part I hadn't had an hour ago.
I could feel that my whole pubic area was soaking wet when her husband stood up, and I heard his pants fall to the floor. He came up behind me and cupped my large jugs, pinching the nipples. I moaned again, more new pleasure running their tingling course through my whole body. As he massaged my tits, bringing my to a brainless frenzy of excitement, I felt something hard and warm pressing against my backside. I realised his cock was poking at my rear, and that I had opened my legs to him while he had been eating me out. He was in a prime position for entry, and I felt the panic again. I was about toe jump back and run when I felt him push forward.
The head of his penis found my dripping hole, and he let it pop inside. I froze, feeling something I had never imagined. It both thrilled and terrified me. More and more of his tool was slid into my body, and I felt my new pussy spread and stretch open as he went into me. I felt him prodding deep in my belly as the last inch of his cock went into my cunt. I had not seen his member yet, but at the moment it felt huge. He slowly drew his flesh back out, only to plunge back in again. Soon I was feeling my huge chest sway and bounce as he fucked me, and I pushed my ample ass back to meet his hips as he thrust forward.
It felt so good that I didn't care that I was getting fucked for the first time, I just got lost in the sensation. I was moaning louder after a minute or two, and he was pumping me a little harder. He ground himself into me as we shagged me, his hand either grabbing my ass or fondling my massive bust. Since I didn't have to see him in this position, I just enjoyed how wonderful it felt. The part of my brain that remembered what Barbra like was activated, and I reached down instinctually to rub my clit as he fucked me. Soon I felt a powerful energy build up inside me, every muscle seemed to be ready to contract as Jim thrust deeper and deeper into my womb.
As my pleasure increased I stopped rubbing myself and my moans turned to stifled screams. I experienced my first orgasm as a female as I succumbed to the pleasures of being a woman. My whole curvy body was rippling and jiggling as I thrashed around. I screamed out as I came, my breasts slapping against me. I had never felt something so intense before, and it blew me away. It seemed like it never ended, like I just kept getting hit with wave after wave of bliss. Just as my climax was beginning to subsist I heard Jim grunt and shove his cock as deep into me as he could.
Twitching and clenching, I felt him shoot a stream of hot cum into my belly. A second, third and fourth spurt also emptied into my womb as he panted from his own orgasm. I felt myself all aglow as he eventually pulled his soft cock out of my used pussy and sat down on the edge of the bed. As I turned around and stood up I felt his seed spill out and ooze through my pubic hair. We both tried to catch our breath. I tried to avoid eye contact with him as I felt my mind whirl in a post-coital daze.
We both agreed that we needed a shower now, and I reluctantly followed him to the bathroom.
Barb's brain told me things again, and as I was washing the sweat and cum off my borrowed body I knew that Jim usually received an oral second go in the post-sex showers. I had to amidst it felt good when he lathered my tits in soak and rubbed the slippery flesh in warm water, or when he made sure that I got my pussy plenty clean. Still dazed from the whole experience, I found myself getting down on my knees in front of him. Between my life as a man and Barb's memories I knew exactly what to do.
I teased his prick awake again (now seeing that it was only about six inches long) with my hands and tongue. I slurped it into my mouth and sucked it until it was firm, stroking it with my hand. When it was nearly hard again I started bobbing my head back and forth on it, giving him a first-class blowjob. I rubbed his tool between my huge, slippery tits as well, which I knew he loved. After some time he was just about fully hard and starting to get close to his second orgasm.
I was rubbing his cock on my ample cleavage when he started to come, and I immediately clamped my mouth down on his dick and sucked him off as I teased his shaft with my soapy breasts. There was nowhere near as much cum this time, but I suddenly tasted it shooting into my mouth. Glad at the diminished quantity, I let some of it drip out and splatter on my bosom. I knew he enjoyed seeing that.
After we had cleaned up and dried off I went back into the other room and actually had a chance to put the sweats and t-shirt on. Afterward we both crawled into bed. I was already starting to realise exactly what had just happened, and I was incredibly uncomfortable as we laid together under the sheets. When I was sure he was asleep I started to concentrate on getting out of this body, as I was already feeling ashamed of myself. It was a little harder than in my own body, but I managed to separate from Barbra's form and become my own spiritual self again.
As a ghost I ducked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Walking through the door I re-emerged back on the street and headed towards my own house. As I passed though their hedge I set my metaphysical foot on the corner of my own lawn and jumped through the wall into my own home. I made my way up to my bedroom, not hurrying as much now that I was alone. I saw my unconscious form laying on the bed and approached it. Merging with my own body I became aware of the sensation of the mattress below me.
I opened my eyes and sat up, processing all the information in my head. I realised that I had not exactly been astral projecting so much as having a controlled out of body experience. I also knew that I could do it again, and that I could take over other people's bodies. I could read anything that was in their brain while I was them and using their body with them. I felt a combination of repulsion and sexual excitement at the memories of accidentally being Barbra for a hour or so. The things that had happened with her husband were not appealing to me now that I wasn't sharing her brain, but the thought of experiencing life as a woman thrilled me a little.
I was curious what it would be like to spend a whole day in someone else's body. As I stood up I pondered the matter. A thought occurred to me; when I had gone into Barb what had happened to her spirit? If both of us were in there it seemed logical that I would have heard her or felt her, yet I was in total control of her body, even if I was influenced by her brain and hormones. What if her spirit had been pushed out, and I couldn't see it because I was awake and in physical form when I was her? Did that mean she was out of her body, freaking out as she watched herself go on with her night?
I wanted to know exactly what had happened, and I decided the best way to find out was to make another disembodied visit to my neighbours. I came to the decision that I would get some sleep myself and then, if I felt up to it, visit Barb again in the next day. That way I could either see if they made any reference to the incident, or I could quickly slip into Barb's body again and scour her memory.
I ended up not being able to get to sleep until quite late, so I did not rise from bed until eleven or so. As I had hoped, there was only one car in the driveway. If I guessed right, Jim was off at work and Barbra was home being a good housewife. I made myself a big breakfast and ate it quickly. I then relaxed on my couch and started to concentrate on separating my mind from my body.
Fifteen minutes later my spirit self was slipping though the back door into Barb's kitchen. I saw her cleaning the dishes, a look of complicity on her face. Since she was alone I could not count on her just happening to mention if she remembered anything odd the night before. I decided to risk going into her body again. Stepping up to her I reached out and touched her again. Just like before I felt the resistance and the surge of energy. I stepped into her body, deliberately this time, and my vision was temporarily blinded by a bright flash.
When I could see again the colours of the kitchen seemed a little duller, and I was looking down at the dishes in the sink. It took a moment to adjust to suddenly being back in a physical body, and I stepped back from the sink. I immediately went ahead with my purpose and concentrated to see if 'I" remembered anything from the night before. Barb remembered dinner, remembered going to get changed and then remembered the rest of the night just as I had experienced it. It made sense, since her brain was still taking in all the information even though I was piloting it.
There were a few other memories as well, ones that seemed simultaneous. She had these vague notions of feeling like she was not in control of herself, though she could not place why. IT seemed to verify that we had indeed been sharing her body, but that she remembered everything as if she had been doing it herself. Since I had not done anything out of the ordinary for her, she just remembered a typical night and was left with a uncertain feeling of detachment that she quickly seemed to ignore. So while i was in other people's bodies I could do whatever I wanted and they would just remember choosing to do it themselves.
I felt some fear at that notion, knowing that I had the power to make someone feel miserable - or even to ruin their lives. I immediately decided to vacate her body and leave her alone. Unfortunately I had to take off the rubber gloves I was wearing and lay down on the bed to get myself out again. I mentally apologized for the fact that she might wonder why she suddenly decided to take a nap to early in the day...
Soon enough I was back in my own body and my own home.
Over the coming weeks I still practiced my projections, but I refrained from any more body inhabitations. In fact, I tried not to think about it too much. Yet the fascination grew, and I couldn't forget the sensation of being inside someone else's life. I felt a tingle of excitement every time I thought about knowing what it was truly like to be someone else, knowing their thoughts and fears. The curiosity and strange sexual thrill was too much for me to ignore, and after barley two weeks I was planning to try it again.
I decided to make myself a promise and set some moral guidelines to prevent me from going too far with something that was already ethically questionable. Since I had access to the brain of my host, I would be careful to never do anything that their mind told me they would not do. I promised to never break any precedent or make them do something contrary to their own beliefs. It was a flimsy way to justify taking a joy ride in someone else's life, but I needed something.