Possessing the Professor

My name is Charlie Moores. I'm a 3rd year University student studying psychology and I guess you could say I have super powers.

I don't know where they came from or why I have them but I have the power to have my mind leave my body and enter another's. It might not sound that cool, but trust me it is. When I enter another mind I can see through their eyes and I can feel everything they feel.

Last month when I first discovered I had this power I did what any sane person would do, find the most attractive girl in class and hide in her mind when she was changing for the gym or getting in the shower.

Rachel Carver was whose mind I was camping in the past month. She's a tall, skinny and well-tanned brunette with a pair of beautiful round and natural, C-cup tits, topped with perfectly sized dark nipples.

When I first stepped into her mind she wore too much makeup and kept her hair up. As I watched through her eyes when showering, I saw her wild jungle of dark pubes.

While in her mind I learned that I could hear all of her thoughts, I also experimented with trying to give her my thoughts. When in the shower I made her think about where to wash next and I could hear her own thoughts fighting me, she was questioning why she was thinking these things.

After a little time I learned that I had to be subtle, I couldn't just make her think about running through campus naked after a day. I needed to slowly wear her down and make her think she was slowly getting more and more perverted on her own.

Firstly, what I did was slowly have her wearing less and less makeup every day. On top of that, I made her think about serious skin care treatment for a face that had gotten little to no care in years. It took some time for her pale and spotty skin to clear up, but after giving her the correct thoughts she looked so much more beautiful than before.

Her skin is still flawed from the bad acne issues she had, but it is much healthier. Her silky hair is no longer tied back and is freely flowing. Her pussy is shaven clean and is very smooth and nice to look at. I even managed to plant the idea of getting a nipple piercing which she went through with. I was in her mind as it happened and wasn't particularly a fan of the sudden pain to what felt like my own nipple.

I can enter her mind whenever I want to now. She looks incredible, especially after I have put it into her mind to spend an extra hour at the gym each day. I still need to go back into her mind now and then to ensure she sticks to her new lifestyle, to keep her under the assumption that she thinks this is her own idea.

Having said that, Rachel was just an experiment to test the limits of my powers and to help Rachel unveil her real beauty. Now it's time for the real thing. Now it's time to see how far I can push my beautiful Professor.

Monday morning and I got to campus early; class didn't start until 9 so I made sure I was able to make it to Katherine Whitehall's office before class started. With a paper due, in less than a month I made sure to write up a rushed draft to show to her for any improvements. I learned early on I need to touch the person I want to slip into before I can do it for the first time.

8 in the morning and I approached her office door, through the small window I saw her red jacket hung on the hook on the door, blocking my view of the interior of her office. She was always on campus early; usually she was the first professor on campus, which make my later plans a lot easier.

I knocked thrice on the door and waited. I could hear her heels on the polished floor as she walked towards the door. When it opened I was greeted with the view of a pale skinned beauty. She was wearing a buttoned light blue blouse with a dark cardigan draped over her shoulders. Lower down was a black pencil skirt that ended just below her kneecaps, further down was a pair of dark, semi-transparent leggings and her feet were in sensible 2 inch black heels.

She might be harsh at times, but she does like to try to stay equal to us as we are all adults now. So she doesn't mind it if we call her by her first name and not a superficial title. "Morning Katherine" I said happily to her while holding the rushed paper in my left hand at my side. "Could I get a little help with this paper please?" I raised the 6 pages up in front of me.

This next part was going to be torture and I knew it. One of the things that made a lot of other students hate her was how brutally honest she was when you did something wrong in your work.

She smiled at me and took the paper from my hand, "Sure thing Charlie, we'll need to be quick though, I have class in an hour." It took everything in me not to laugh at the obvious innuendo.

For the next 50 minutes I sat writing notes I wasn't going to use for a paper I knew was no good. I had to sit there and listen to Katherine mumble, "What is this?" "How the fuck would you do that?" "Fucking Hell, proof read." And that was the nice stuff. Once she finished reading the horribly constructed paper she tossed it on the floor and turned to me.

Katherine rubbed her head as if suffering a headache and sighed. She looked at me and said, "Okay, you need to start again." She picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the names of some books I should look up before attempting to write it again. Before she gave me the paper again she had a full 20-minute rant over how I completely ignored her lectures and that if I had wiped my dirty arsehole with it she would have had a better time reading it.

When I stood up to leave she remained sitting and turned to her desk. "It would be in your best interest not to attend class today. Please go to the library and read those books I have suggested for you." I looked down at the list of 23 titles and I already knew I was going to punish her for this as soon as I had her in my clutches.

She looked at the expensive watch on her wrist and stood up suddenly. "This took longer than I expected, you've made me late for class now because of that... let's call it an early draft. Please read those books and come back with something I can actually read."

My blood was starting to boil, I knew it was bad, but she was not holding back. I swallowed my anger however and extended my hand to the professor. "Thank you for your help. I'll bring you a better draft next week." I said with a forced smile on my face.

She took my hand and shook it. There it was, the initial human contact required for my plan to start. In the few seconds where our hands were touching I was able to establish the mental connection needed to enter her mind whenever I wished it.

I left her office and walked towards the seating area outside the offices of the department. Mere seconds later she quickly walked out of her office and locked the door behind her before rushing towards the lift to get to the class she was now 15 minutes late for.

I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes with my face pointing upwards towards the ceiling. I felt for the connection to Katherine though since I had never entered her mind before it was rather difficult to do so, at first. Luckily for me she was still close by so after half a minute I was able to move my mind into hers and the second I was inside her head I felt the painful headache my paper had caused her.

The first thought I planted in her head was "I need a coffee before anything else" Suddenly I heard her thoughts "Wait what am I thinking? I hate coffee." Knowing it was far too soon to force my thoughts on her I had to fight through the pain in her head.

She had broken into a small jog to get to her class, she was already so late that she didn't care about looking unorganised as she rushed to the class in another building on the other side of campus.

"Stupid Charlie. How could he think that shit was even a little presentable? I knew from the start he would be a fuck up." Naturally I was pissed by this, it doesn't matter though as I was going to get payback soon enough. I just needed to be patient.

As she jogged I started to realise something about the way she was dressed. After spending a month with my mind inside Rachel, I learned the difference between walking around wearing a bra and without. It turns out my professor wasn't wearing one. Her large, E-cup breasts were wildly bounding under the sensible blouse and cardigan.

I never would have guessed that she was even a little slutty, but this revelation definitely changed how long it was going to take to make her submit to me. I still just need to be careful with how many thoughts I planted in her mind.

As she jogged the headache we were both feeling was getting worse. I knew coffee would help it, so again I planted into her mind. "I read once that coffee can really help a headache."

Again I heard her own thoughts fight back, "Wait, where did I read that."

I needed to be careful here and sound realistic, "That magazine I read last week had an article about it."

Still, her own mind fought back, "No... I haven't read a magazine in years."

"Fuck!" I thought to myself without her also thinking it. I was just about ready to give up on simply getting a coffee when her mind spoke up again. "Fuck it. I can't teach with my head like this."

She turned into the student shop and ordered a black coffee from the woman behind the desk. The woman was short and blonde, wearing a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. She was pretty, very pretty actually. I've seen her a few times and have thought about what she would look like naked. Her chest is flat and her stomach a little round, but the imperfections of people is that I like about them.

While in Katherine's mind I imagined what this girl looked like naked. I imagined her in the shower with her shoulder length bright blonde hair sticking to her face from the water as she washed the dirt off of her soapy fake-tanned body.

I imagined her hands exploring her body, rubbing her tits clean, vigorously and then venturing down to her wet cunt to please herself as she cleaned herself.

Suddenly Katherine interrupted my shower fantasy. "What the Hell am I thinking? Good God, what is wrong with me?" I didn't realise it, but she saw my fantasy as well, and she judged herself harshly for believing she was the one who thought of it. Something else I learned from this is that when I get aroused when sharing her head so does she. It is fully within my power to get her wet whenever I want. This was duly noted.

When the woman handed over the coffee Katherine couldn't look her in the eyes, embarrassed over the images of her in the shower. As soon as she took the drink from her hand she turned too quickly for the cup and spilled some over her top. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She thought.

The coffee was clear on her blouse at her abdomen, she tied her cardigan over it to hide the stain. She chugged the rest of the drink, the burning coffee hurt our throat badly and she gagged from both the smell and the taste while I relished in it. Though I did slip up and spoke into her mind from the sudden gulping down of the scolding water, "Not so fast you Bitch!"

She stared in confusion and her mind fought me again, "What is going on? Am I going insane now?"

Katherine was just staring into space while stood a few feet away from the counter; most of the people around her were watching her in confusion. When she snapped back to reality she looked around at the people watching her and I could feel how embarrassed she was right there and then.

She ran out of the shop with sweat suddenly starting to glisten on her body, not from running but from the embarrassment. And finally she arrived to class, only she was 25 minutes late and her schedule was broken. "Okay Kat, compose yourself." I heard her think.

After setting her bag down and turning on the computer she went about teaching as normal. She addressed the fact that after reviewing a student's work that she will have to go over some classes once more.

I was getting kind of angry again so I started planting thoughts into her mind again. "I wonder how the class would react if they knew I wasn't wearing a bra." She stopped talking for a few seconds to process what she thought was coming from her own mind. She brushed it off and went back to teaching.

"I wonder how they would react if I started teaching naked." Suddenly I was fantasising over her stood naked with a book in hand and fake glasses on her face, her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and barely hiding her tits. I imagined her free hand playing with her clit and she taught the class as normal until she saw me sat in the back row of the lecture hall. I imagined her drop the book and crawl towards me. When she reached me she slowly lowered my trousers and took my cock in her mouth as the rest of the class watched her.

There was an audible gasp out of her mouth from the shock of imagining this. The class was staring at her and she daren't look any of them in the eye after thinking that. I was slowly working my way into her head properly now. I could feel her blushing and if I didn't know any better there was a small wet patch in her knickers.

Again she brushed aside my thoughts and got back to teaching, this was where I needed to be very, very careful. If I focus hard enough I can look into the memories of the people who I enter, so while she was distracted with teaching I slipped further into her mind. I needed to know her address for my plan to work.

"I can't wait to get home tonight," I made her think, "get in the house and take a nice hot bath." Suddenly her own mind responded to me as if she were talking to herself, "Not a bad plan Kat, just get through today and relax at home." Now I just needed to know where her home was.

"Where is my home again?" I made her think and with barely a second gone by I heard her thoughts, "What are you talking about Kat? It's 48 Lyncon Street."

My mind snapped back into my body and I found myself back on the sofa with several students around me. Some genius took the opportunity to draw on my face while I was otherwise occupied. Didn't matter though, as tonight I was going to have a lot of fun with my Professor.

I got in my car and loaded my satnav, I followed it to Lyncon Street and found Katherine's house. It was a 70-minute drive but finally I made it to the small 2-bedroom, 1 bathroom suburban house. I got out of my car and walked to the front door. There was a small stone turtle not far away from the door and testing my luck I picked it up hoping to find a key, but was not so lucky. Then I felt around the top of the doorframe until my hand felt something small and metal. I picked it up and almost jumped with joy when I saw the spare key to her front door.

I opened the door and walked into her house to get a feeling for the layout of the place. The house was very tidy and well organised, I would need to be very careful with where I put things on my visits here.

I stepped back outside and went to the boot of my car where I pulled out one of the many cameras I bought. The cameras are small, about the size of a penny roughly.

It took a few hours but I managed to place a camera in every room. In her Bedroom I placed 2, one in the bottom left corner and one in the top right. This way I have almost full view of her room. I also placed one inside her wardrobe in case there was a blind spot there for when she is changing clothes.

In the hallway outside her room I placed 2 more, one in the top corner right outside her room and one in the corner by the top of the stairs, giving me full view of her whenever she walks up or down there.

The guest bedroom I only put in one camera in the top left corner, as I doubt she will use that room much. The bathroom has 3 cameras installed. One obviously in the shower looking down at her, another in the corner above the toilet, and the last on the other side of the room in the corner above the door.

Moving downstairs into the living room I put up 2 more cameras in opposite corners as I have done before and to finish I hooked up another 2 in her kitchen. All of the wires from these cameras were being fed into the walls and hooked up to a Wi-Fi adapter I installed in her house so I would always have full access to the camera footage wherever I am.

Satisfied with the days work I left the house and locked the door behind me before placing the key back where I found it. I got back to my car and saw I still had 4 cameras left over, I plan to put those in her office and possibly somewhere else she often visits, maybe her gym locker if she has one.

I got back to my student home and logged onto my computer. I opened the application to let me view and record from the cameras and tested all of them. By the looks of things I was good to go, all I had to do was wait for her to get home.

I was curious over what Katherine was doing so I moved my mind from my body into hers as I lay down on my bed. Suddenly my vision changed and I was driving on the highway. Katherine had let the events of today be forgotten.

As she drove I began to make her image more and more erotic scenarios she will eventually end up doing if everything goes to plan. I made her imagine herself crawling through her house completely naked while getting toyed with a vibrator buried in her cunt while only being allowed to eat off the floor. I could hear her thoughts trying to talk herself out of thinking it, but I chose to persist. The more aroused I got she got and my plan was for her to masturbate when she got home so I could add that to the blackmail file I planned to send her a few days after I got enough footage from her new cameras.

The fantasy changed to her in a glory hole booth, with 2 cocks coming in at the sides for her hands and one in front for her mouth. Under her a tub... no a paddling pool she was trying to fill with as much cum as possible from the glory holes so she could add a bit to all her meals later. She almost drove off the road in surprise. If her thoughts were any indication this would be a hard punishment for her in the future.

I shifted the fantasy again to her in her office at the University. She was doing paperwork while under her desk, her legs in a spreader bar and her clothes out the window with only a jacket hung on the door to cover herself.

Again I changed what may lie in her future. I made her see herself arriving at work in short dress that starts midway down her tits and end a few inches below her pussy. She was plugged and collared with cum covering her hair and face. When she got into her office she stripped and masturbated until there was a knock on the door or until it was time for class. She would arrive at class late and take the dress off and then sink to the floor and teach the class on her hands and knees while pleasuring any who asked her after class. This was one of my favourites and that favouritism leaked over into her as I could feel her juices inside her knickers.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I heard her think, "I'll lose my job if I let myself do any of this shit. I need help."

An hour later and she was finally at her home and when she stepped out of her car she couldn't stand straight her arousal was so high. She had a lot of restraint as I could feel her arousal too and it's more than anything I've felt before.

She got inside and ran upstairs to her bedroom while unzipping her skirt letting it drop and throwing off her leggings. Her knickers were soaked through with her arousal. I snapped my mind back into my body and hit the record button for the cameras and slipped my mind back into hers. The sudden shock from going from my slightly aroused body and into her overly aroused on was so drastic that it not only shook me, but also doubled her arousal and she grabbed her knickers to rip them off of her body not caring about anything other than cumming.