Sunday, March 30, 2025

Returning the Favor

"I can't wait to meet your girlfriend!" My mom said, her voice crackling slightly as it came over the phone in my hand.

"She must really be something if you won't even let us see pictures of her." My dad said, letting his skepticism and disapproval show.

"Ok, well I'll see you guys at the reunion." I said nervously, ending the call.

"Jonas better pull through." I said, sweating.

Ten minutes later, I heard a car pull into the driveway. Jonas. He was a chubby guy in his forties with a beer gut. He'd been my friend for a long, long time, but I could see how some people found him repulsive.

"Bro, help me with this!" He said, pulling a human sized box out of the back of the car.

I took one end and backed it inside. I set it down on the floor right in the entranceway.

"Which one did you pick up?" I asked him, cutting off the packing tape.

"She's awesome. Just my type." He added smirking. "I'm so excited to fuck you in her later."

"Jeez man, don't make it sound weird like that." I pulled the flaps of the cardboard apart. "I'm more worried about what my parents will think about my "girlfriend"".

I opened the box and took a good look at her.

"Jonas." I turned to stare at him. "What the fuck is wrong with her face."

"Bro, look at the titties though." He responded, gesturing to the doll's impressive chest.

"My parents are going to think I'm dating a prostitute." I said, burying my face in my hands. "I'm fucking ruined."

"Just think about how much fun it'll be to grab them when we're having sex after this!" He said.

"That's not the number one thing on my mind right now." I said through gritted teeth. "When you said you could rent a First Person Female doll and pretend to be my girlfriend I was skeptical. When you added the condition that I'd have to wear her and let you fuck me after, I had a feeling some bullshit was brewing. Now I'm learning your fantasy is to fuck Sid from Ice Age with massive tits."

"Don't worry bro, I'll be such a good girlfriend at the family reunion." Jonas added. "Plus, your parents will be so happy you've actually got a girlfriend they'll let anything slide."

I rested my head in my hands. "Just... get her ready. We've got an hour."

I went upstairs to get dressed. I've been single my whole life, and I just turned 40. For my parents 50th anniversary, they wanted a family reunion. They asked me if I was taking anyone special, and I just couldn't bear telling them no for a hundredth time.

So, I lied. I told them I had a girlfriend. Predictably, they got super excited and interested right away. I realized I was in over my head when they started asking details. What does she do for work, where's she from, can they see a photo. I told them it was a surprise for the reunion, which they didn't really buy but at least gave me some time.

I finished putting on my suit and coming my hair over to one side. I went downstairs to check on Jonas. I heard a female voice coming from the guest room. Good, Jonas was in.

"Hey man, you ready?" I said, opening the door. He wasn't. He was using the body to finger himself and feel up its massive tits.

"What the fuck Jonas!" I yelled. "We're supposed to BE there in 30 minutes!"

"Hold on man, I can really feel the orgasm coming." He said between ragged breaths.

I walked over and yanked his thin arm out of his pants. 

"Get dressed. Now. Or no sex afterwards."

That seemed to get to him. I stood and watched him get his doll body ready.

"Just wait til you feel her clit from the inside. You'll be addicted." Jonas said as he slipped into the dress.

"How do I look?" Jonas said.

"I'm so screwed."

We pulled into the hotel where the reunion was 15 minutes late. We walked into the ballroom where people were milling about and eating some appetizers and having drinks.

"Simon! How are ya boy?" I heard my dad say. "Where's your girl?"

I gulped. "This is her right here..." I said, gesturing towards Jonas.

"Hi, I'm Bruce, Simon's old man. Looks like you're real after all! What's your name?"

"Uhh..." Jonas stuttered. Shit. We never came up with a fake name for this body. "Jone... Jonie!" Jonah said. My face turned red as a beet.

"Nice to meet you, Jonie." My dad said without missing a beat. "Here, let me introduce you to everyone."

He paraded us around and introduced "Jonie" to everyone. Things smoothed out a bit, as Jonas ironed out the details of his backstory with each passing relative he spoke to. He ended up talking to my cousin Martin for awhile, who was staring straight at Jonas's huge jugs, hopefully distracting from his bad acting. Even with his awkwardness, it would be hard to call our bluff here. To everyone else, a living breathing woman with real tits was talking in a female voice to them, with no evidence that a weird chubby guy was in the drivers seat.

 Finally, we sat down for some speeches from our relatives. I was seated next to Jonas and some aunts and uncles. 

"First, let's go through the family slideshow." My dad said. 

Jonas had his phone out and was tapping away. "I'm gonna run to the "ladies" room". Jonas said, standing up.

I watched the slideshow all the way through. It was funny seeing old pictures of everyone. My dad then started telling some stories, then announced the dinner service was getting started.

"Your girlfriend has been gone for awhile, why don't you check on her? My great aunt Sheila said to me. It was true, Jonas had been gone since the start of the slideshow. I got up and started walking toward the bathrooms. 

I was about to crack the door of the ladies room and shout for Jonas when I heard some noises coming from the men's locker room. I cocked my head to the side and listened more closely. A woman was moaning intermittently. 

Opening the door, things only got louder. Yeah, someone was definitely having sex. I kept walking towards the back area near the saunas, and peeked my head around the corner.

Jonas was fucking Martin.


Jonas was throwing his head back, bouncing in pleasure while Martin reached around and grabbed his tits. He was loving it, grinding his pussy up and down on the cock.

I swelled with anger. I took a breath to yell, but I didn't. I needed to take control of the situation before Jonas did something else that was stupid. But how?

It was so easy.

I got in my car and drove home. I texted my dad the dinner service had made me sick, while weaving through cars. I got back to my house in only ten minutes.

Going inside, Jonas's body was laying on the couch with that metal helmet on. I reached over and yanked it off.

After a second, his body woke up. "Dude? Hey! give the helmet! I was... in the middle of something."

I'd already put it on my head. "Begin transmission."

The world shifted in an instant and I felt the strongest pleasure rushing through me.

Looking down, I saw two massive tits shaking on my chest. Below that, a dick was pumping in and out of me. 

And it felt SO. Fucking. Good.

I reached down to take one of the tits in my hands. It was huge, so plush and filled me with a flushing heat that wound its way through my head and my core when it was squeezed.

"Grab my fucking tits." I ordered Martin, who was happy to oblige. He reached around and took greedy handfuls, augmenting the pleasure his dick was bringing. I loved the power I had, that my body was the object of his greatest pleasure and that I could order him to do anything I wanted.

I screamed and howled as electric buzzing filled my entire body, needing release. Then, a shockwave of pleasure flung itself through me. As Martin's dick kept thrusting, the pleasure only got stronger. Unlike as a guy, the orgasm had no defined end. I stayed in this whiteout for over a minute. It was only when Martin slowed that I came down from my high.

It was my turn to finish him off. I flipped, smiling, taking his dick between my tits. I worked them up and down. His moans made it obvious how much he loved it, and he let a hand come down to squeeze my tits while I worked.

As soon as his hand made contact he finished. He shot bolts of cum, which I dodged as they whizzed past my ear.

"Whew. That was great." He said. "We should do this again soon."

I agreed. My pussy was buzzing, aching for more.

"How about I give you twenty minutes and we do it again now?"

"Oh you're on."

Friday, March 14, 2025

Have to Come Clean

"Oh yes baby! Your cock feels so fucking good. I love you!" Shay exclaimed as I fucked her, smiling, grabbing her own tits, going wild.

"I love you too baby. I'm so glad we met." I said, looking her deep in the eyes. I'd only met her a few months ago, but we were madly in love. The sight of her cute, button nose and doll eyes staring back at me was too much. I felt myself nearing climax, and I pulled out and finished on her chest.


Shay seemed to love it, and that's part of what I loved about her. Ever since we'd met, she was always down to fuck. Even as I came all over her chest, she was smiling, reveling in the pleasure she'd caused me to feel. 

We finished and I laid down to cuddle with her. I kept a towel handy near my bed, and I used it to care for her, wiping her down as we laid back.

"That was amazing baby." I said. "Just like always."

"Aw, babe." She responded. "You were too. We fit together so perfect." She said as she snuggled her head up to my neck. I wrapped my hand into hers, feeling so close to her, my fingers lightly scraping the family ring she always wore.

"I think I know what we can do for our three month anniversary." I said, looking at her and smiling. "We can go down to the pier and eat at Visconti's. You know, that seafood place. Your favorite!"

"Babe..." She sat up. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. "I know things have moved so fast. There's... something I wanted to talk about."

Oh no. She was breaking up with me. "What?" I said, gulping, a pit dropping into my stomach.

"Well... more like something I have to show you. Get dressed and get in the car real quick. No questions until we get there."

As we got dressed, I looked over at her and she was so fucking adorable. "I can't lose her." I thought to myself as we got in the car, Shay climbing behind the wheel of her Jeep. 

"I have to come clean." She said. Here it came.

She continued. "When we first met, I thought it was only gonna be a fling. I mean, I came up to you and we were in an uber to my place within fifteen minutes!" 

I thought back to it. The most beautiful girl at the bar, Shay, came right up to me and said "hey handsome, wanna buy me a drink?" When the bartender wouldn't serve us fast enough, she told me "Fuck waiting. let's get out of here." I called an uber to hers. As soon as we got in the door she was ravenous. She pressed her lips to mine and threw her bra to the floor.

She'd pushed me to the ground, riding me. After erupting in a roaring orgasm, she flipped me over so I could hit it doggy style. I loved how much she loved her tits. She'd grab them any chance she got. Shay was so confident in herself. I did find it weird though when she said: "Oh my God... this body can have multiple orgasms." When I stared at her in confusion, she just grabbed my dick and stared into my eyes, and all my worries melted away. 

Shay continued, making a left onto a side street. "I never thought, not in a million years, that... I'd actually fall for you." 

So she did still love me!

She put the car into park, before finishing her thought. "That's why I feel like I need to show you this. Come upstairs."

"Baby, where are we?" I wondered as we walked up the steps to a dingy apartment.  She fiddled with the keys, which clicked and gave, before we walked in. 

The apartment was dingy inside too. There was an old couch it looked like someone had picked up off Facebook Marketplace, and a few posters of football and baseball teams on the walls.

"This... is my place." She said.

"But you live in the Willston! You know, the high rise downtown?" I said, coming up to her and taking her hands, rubbing them back and forth, over the fingers.

"This is my real place." Shay stepped away from me. "No matter what happens, you have to promise not to freak out."

"Of course I won't, Shay." I said, readying myself for the breakup.

She reached up to her hand, to her ring, which she'd told me was an heirloom from her grandma and she never took off. But now, she looked up to me, stared me in the eyes, and slid it off her right ring finger.

Instantly, I saw something change in my peripheral vision. 

I looked over, seeing a balding, slightly overweight man in his fifties sitting on the couch. He wore a wife beater tank top, which had definitely seen better days.

"Uhh... how did you get here." I said, looking at the man. Shay was standing there, glossy eyed, shaking her head quickly from side to side before stopping. 

"Look. This is the real me. The person you know as Shay, that's..."

"Where am I?" Shay started. 

I stepped over to her. "Babe, you brought us here." I reached to take her hand, but she slipped out and stepped back.

"Who are you? Don't touch me!" She said, clearly alarmed. 

What was going on? Why was my Shay acting like she didn't love me?! This man definitely had something to do with it. "You better explain this shit right now!" I yelled, staring at him.

Shay took off running towards the door.

"Shit." He said. I saw him take something, a ring, and slip it on his finger. Instantly, he vanished.

Shay froze, one hand on the door handle. She walked up to me, hugging me and laying her head on my chest, which rose and fell with my rapid breaths.

"Shhh. Baby. I'm back. Shay's back."

"What just happened baby?" I said, reeling in disbelief from what I'd just seen. She stepped away and crossed her arms.

"That was the real me." Shay said, looking up at me with doe eyes. "Even though I never thought it could be... I've fallen for you and I had to come clean."

"You're... a guy? That guy? But how?" I said.

"Let me show you." She said. "I'm gonna take my ring off again. When I do, come over and take it from me, the real me. Then, put it on as fast as you can."

"Three... two... one..." She slipped off the ring. Instantly the man appeared. "Put it on!" He said, holding out the ring for me.

I took it, staring at it for a split second. It was gold, and on the inside, the name "Shay" was scrawled. 

"What's going on!" Shay said. She looked around frantically. "Put on the ring babe!" The man said, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room.

I slipped on the ring. Then, my perspective shifted. I was staring at the man, only I was five feet closer to the door. I felt lower now, like I was looking at the room from below where my head was.

"How does it feel?" The man said.

"How does wha..." I cut myself off. My voice!

I looked down. Tits! On my chest! Not any tits. Shay's tits!

I held out my hands, looking at the shorter, stubbier fingers. On my finger was Shay's ring, her family ring. The same one the man had handed me. 

"How do you like my body, babe?" The man said to me. 

"It's... so weird hearing you call this your body." He gestured for me to sit down on the couch. 

"This body, the one you're wearing, her name really is Shay." The man continued. "She was my stepdaughter. A spoiled brat of a girl. Just like her mom."

I started rubbing up and down my smooth legs. The body I'd fallen so deeply in love with, I was inside of. I felt my insides warm as I listened to the man.

"One day, her personality changed. She started acting grateful. Doing the dishes. Waking up for school on time, and actually staying there instead of cutting class. But she also started talking, well, a lot like my grandma."

The man continued. "Shay's body told me one evening that she was, in fact, my grandma. She told me we had a family heirloom, passed down hundreds of years. It's a ring, and allows the wearer to take possession of one body, only the body the ring is tied to. My grandma had no idea how to change the body it's linked to, but told me that she'd been told that our ancestors change its target every few decades when necessary to preserve our bloodline."

I was too busy feeling up my new body.

"My grandma gave the ring to me. She said she saw how my life didn't have direction. A second chance at life, as Shay. That's what she told me."

I was in love with myself. I wanted to be close to my girlfriend when we cuddled. So close that I wanted to be in her, inside her. Now I was. Her beautiful, sexy body was mine. The inner warmth kept growing, until a heat and rush went to my forehead and blurred my vision. I started looking up and down the man across from me.

"You really like it in there, huh." The man said, staring at me. I nodded.

"Let me show you what I learned about her body."

The man helped me out of my clothes. We kissed. It was odd, my baby was there and I wasn't. Her body was there, just not pressing against me. I closed my eyes and grabbed my own tit as I kissed the man, pretending it was Shay whose lips were against mine.

He pushed me onto my back, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off. Kneeling down, he pressed his lips against my pussy. His licks spread my wetness all around me and showed me how wet I was. I was turned on by Shay's body, inside her body. The way his tongue moved was incredible, like he knew exactly where and how to touch.

The little licks were perfect, and so were my hands on my tits. I heard Shay's whimpers leave my mouth, which turned me on more and more. I moaned higher, louder, until I snapped. I pushed my head up towards the man's tongue, who never stopped his assault on my clit. My hands flew back and I grabbed the bedsheets, then releasing, reaching for anything, finding my tits.

"Baby. Give me the ring." The man said. When I didn't reply, a hand started fumbling with mine. I felt a tug, then I saw myself standing up, off the couch. The orgasmic haze had followed me, but was clearing rapidly. The man was there, then gone again as he slipped on the ring.

Instantly my baby Shay was ready and willing again. She had her ass in the air, displaying it proudly. "Babyyyy. I need you in me sooo bad." She moaned at me. I ran to her, dropping my pants and filling her. I pumped back and forth, enjoying the feeling that I'd come to love over the past three months.

Before long, she shook. "Ohhhh... your dick is perfect for me baby." She cried. "It makes my little pussy cum so easy."

She fell onto the bed. "Baby. Put your finger up to mine." Shay said, holding her ring finger until it touched the tip of my finger. In one motion, she shoved the ring from her finger to mine. Then, it was back on her finger, which was now my finger.

The man walked over and flipped me onto my back. He pounded me. Shay's tits were so easy for me to grab when they were on my chest and I took advantage. Shay's pussy was sopping, and each thump against my ass sent the pleasure to new heights.

With a final squeal, I came. My pussy pulsed and gripped, and I could tell the man was feeling the intense sensations. It was then his turn to grunt. His dick twitched, and I could feel him emptying himself inside me. 

I came down from the high only slowly, but then felt the man put his fingertip to mine. He slid the ring, and suddenly I was staring at Shay. She smiled and opened her arms, gesturing for me to come to her. I did, laying my head on her chest.

"I'm so glad we met, baby." She said to me.

I sighed. Everything was right with the world. 

Things were finally back to normal.

Sunday, January 26, 2025

Possession.com Experience 6

Body Description

Name: Angelina Tannaro
Age: 24 Years
Height: 6'4
Weight: 195 pounds
Times Possessed: 4
Breast Size: 36 C
Occupation: WNBA Player
Relationship History: One boyfriend, one girlfriend, currently single
Sexual History: 3 partners, 1 male, 2 female.
Personality: Focused and hardworking. Trains for basketball daily.
Libido: High. Can become extremely horny, especially after working out.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Deep vaginal stimulation preferred. Breasts have low sensitivity.
Cost: $$

Image Gallery

Reviews

My boyfriend loved being submissive in the bedroom, but as a short girl of 5 foot flat I had trouble taking the lead fully. I could always tie him up, but couldn't toss him around like I really wanted to. So, after coming down from an argument I decided to rent a huge and buff body to get the horsepower I needed to hate fuck the shit out of him. Angelina was local and fit the bill. I landed in her in the gym and spent some time flexing her muscles and testing her flexibility before heading home. My boyfriend was shocked to see a massive woman, on his doorstep, staring him down with fuck me eyes. I started by picking him up and really testing Angelina's strength. Oh yeah, equipped with her muscles I could literally curl him. Finally, I got dressed in some black lingerie and pinned him down while doing squats on his dick. My husband loved it so much he even decided to possess a super scrawny guy so we could walk around town together and turn some heads. It was so fun being big and powerful. I'll definitely be back inside!

My sister said she needed help beating her rivals in an intramural basketball game, so she asked me to come and play. Turns out I wasn't able since it was an all girls league. She begged me to possess a tall girl and help! Little did she know this was great for me, since I love possessing women. I found Angelina after putting in a search for athletic bodies. Her jaw dropped when I showed up - partly because of the body, partly because I'd dressed myself in only a hooters sports bra and tight panties. She didn't know I get super turned on from all the attention I attract in a female body. I was so wet from the attention I got when I made a slam dunk that I could literally smell my pussy musk on the court. After dropping 45 points and helping them win by a mile, I had to head home and get something in me, ASAP. She had a vibrator with a little clit poker attachment that had me seeing stars. If you're her, you've gotta try it.

I'm an ass man and Angelina is heaven. I've already possessed her three times and I keep coming back to slap that dumptruck. Even when I'm orgasming around a dildo I can't keep my hands off. I haven't even left the house in her body - I'm not gay and I know I'd get hit on by every guy I see.

Saturday, January 18, 2025

Terrorized By My Bully

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Bodyhopper Saga 6

I walked back into my apartment, dropping my backpack on the ground. I sighed after a long week of work.

Ever since learning about my bodyhopping powers about a year ago, my life had become kinda... normal.

Whereas some bodyhoppers, like Ken, my old mentor, had essentially given up their old life to live as a bodyhopper full-time, I couldn't give my whole life up cold turkey. I mean, what would my parents think? So, I decided to keep up appearances.

That didn't mean I'd sworn off using my powers, though. On the weekends, I would find some hot girl and possess her for a bit of fun. Some weeks were chill, and I'd possess my next-door neighbor for a lazy day in and some casual orgasms, while others were more intense. I'd even tracked down and possessed a high class escort for a weekend and fucked anyone with a pulse. 

This weekend, I was thinking something in between. I decided to rope in Benji, my friend who was the only non-hopper who knew about my powers. I'd moved in with him as a roommate after I moved from the suburbs to the city to get closer to more possession targets.

"Benji, you here?" I said, peeking into his room.

He looked up from his computer, his eyes glued to some online dating site. "Oh, hey man," he said, noticing my tired expression. "Rough week?"

"Yeah." I said. "But I have some good news for you. I think some woman time is exactly what I need."

Benji's eyes lit up, and he spun around in his chair. "Oh, I wanna have you try something different. You've been hopping a lot of the same types lately."

"Oh, so my big titted coworkers and my hot neighbor aren't good enough for you?" I said sarcastically.

Benji rolled his eyes. "Come on, bro, I've noticed you've been getting a bit... repetitive with the same roster of girls all the time. And I've had this crazy week too, I've been into Asian girls lately. It's all I can think about." He leaned back in his chair, his hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "There's this massage parlor downtown... what do you say"

We walked up to the front of "Golden Lotus Massage Parlor" on the outskirts of Chinatown, where it blended into the other residential neighborhoods nearby. Inside, we were met with the faint smell of jasmine incense and the soothing sound of a babbling fountain. The receptionist looked up from her magazine, smiling slightly as we approached. She was a petite, middle aged, slightly chubby Vietnamese woman with a round face and dark, almond-shaped eyes that looked slightly bored, but she was definitely hiding something behind that smile.

"Two for massage?" she asked.

"Just gonna be one." Benji nodded at me. "I'll just wait here."

The receptionist nodded and called out in a language I couldn't understand. A moment later, a smoking hot masseuse emerged from the back, her hips swaying gently as she walked towards us. She was a busty Vietnamese woman, with skin so smooth it looked like she'd just been painted on. Her breasts looked like they could fill a man's hands and then some, and her long black hair fell down her back in silky waves. The receptionist kept speaking to her in their language, either telling her about our booking, gossiping or both. I wasn't sure.

"This is her." Benji whispered to me, his eyes practically popping out of his head. "Her name's Tran."

"Tran, huh?" I said. I smiled, looking her up and down, taking in what would be my new body. "She'll do."

The massage room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of a few candles flickering on the shelves. The walls were painted a soothing shade of green, and small bamboo plants were in vases on a table. She gestured for me to lie down, and I felt the anticipation build as I lay face down, feeling the coolness of the sheet against my skin.

Her hands were firm and skilled, working out the knots in my shoulders. The scent of the massage oil was faintly sweet, reminiscent of coconut. As she worked, I focused on her, willing my essence to shift into a state of liquid, the way Ken had taught me. It was a weird sensation, like my body was melting.

When she reached the middle of my back, I made my move. My body started to wobble on the massage table before liquefying into a pool of goo. She gasped in surprise, but before she could react, I flowed up and into her mouth. She choked and coughed, but my consciousness had already infiltrated her system.

In an instant, I was in control of her body, looking out from behind her eyes. I saw her tits from a new perspective, jutting out and begging to be touched. So I did, my new hands gliding over the firm mounds, feeling the weight and the heat of them. I had to stifle a moan, not wanting the lady upfront to think anything was amiss.

I felt a warming in my tummy, reminding me that I had some new equipment down below. I stuffed my tits back inside the dress and lifted its hem, seeing my pussy come into view in the mirror across the room. As I shifted my weight from leg to leg, I could feel the lips slide and rub against one another.

I shuddered slightly, grinning, recalling how good it had felt to have a pussy in the past, like when I'd had my boss Jackie's pussy and Ken ate me out. "Hey cutie." I said, patting it twice. "I'm gonna have so many orgasms with you."

Enough playing around. I pulled my dress down and walked out of the room. I headed back towards the waiting area, ready to put part two of our plan into action. 

Benji's jaw practically hit the floor when he saw me, or rather, Tran. I gave him a knowing smile, the one that said, "You know exactly what's up."

"Nhanh thế. Anh ta trả tiền cho nửa giờ. Có chuyện gì thế?" The portly receptionist said to me, looking up from her magazine. Use her memories... you can too... find out how...

I realized she was speaking to me in Vietnamese, but with only some light digging in Tran's memories, I could understand it perfectly. Benji was looking at me, waiting for me to invite him back.

I decided to try responding in Vietnamese. I thought about what I wanted to say, and with some focus on activating Tran's brain, they came out naturally. "Anh ấy muốn tôi đưa bạn anh ấy đến phòng mát-xa. Không biết tại sao."

"Sir, come to the back with me." I said, gesturing to Benji, who stood up. 

The receptionist smirked at me as I turned to walk back. "Mày định thủ dâm cho cả hai thằng đó à? Đồ khốn nạn. Mày sẽ được boa nhiều lắm!" It was crazy what these women said to each other when they thought nobody could understand. I wondered how many other times someone had talked shit about me in another language without me knowing.

We entered the room where I had just been on the table. Benji stepped forward, his eyes glued to my new body. He was practically drooling at the sight of me.

"What's it like?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. "How does it feel?"

"It's... different," I said, sitting down on the massage table. "Everything's so... soft. And the way my tits bounce, it's like I'm holding a water balloon in each hand." I laughed, the sound of my own voice in Tran's body a little disconcerting.

Benji's eyes followed my every movement, and I knew he was imagining the feeling of those breasts in his hands. "Come on, lay down," I told him, patting the massage table. "Let me give you the full experience."

With trembling hands, he stripped down to his boxers and lay face down. I poured some oil into my palms and began to rub them together, letting the heat build up. As I leaned over him, my breasts brushed against his back, and I felt his body tense. I couldn't help but smirk at the thought of him getting turned on by this, knowing full well that I was in control of the situation.

"So, how does this whole memory thing work?" Benji asked, his voice muffled by the face cradle. "Do you just, like, remember being her?"

I chuckled, feeling Tran's body move in a way that was still foreign to me. "It's more like... I have access to her knowledge bank," I explained, my hands working the tension out of his shoulders. "Her memories are like files I can pull up if I need them. Like just now with the receptionist. I didn't know Vietnamese before, but with a little effort, I can make Tran's brain do the translation for me."

With that, I took the bottle of oil and generously coated my breasts. The cool liquid warmed almost immediately from my body heat, creating a delightful, slippery sensation that was entirely new to me. Benji's eyes grew wide as he watched my hands glide over my chest, squeezing and massaging my own breasts.

I climbed onto the massage table, straddling him with Tran's body, my wet, oily breasts pressing down into his back. His breaths grew shallower as he felt the weight of them, and I couldn't help but smirk. I began to rub my chest against his back, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me that were only heightened by the fact that I was experiencing them through someone else's body.

My hand reached down between my legs, parting my folds and rubbing up and down my clit. All the while, my free hand kept pressing Benji's muscles, continuing the massage. The feeling of my wetness against my fingers was electrifying, especially knowing he was just inches away from the action. Benji's body grew tense under me.

"Hey, Marcus?" Benji asked.

"Yeah?" I said, continuing my sensual massage.

"How about you show me some of Tran's technique? Use those memories of hers. I mean, this is a sketchy asian massage parlor."

I was mainly here for my own pleasure, to feel this pussy orgasm to get rid of some stress, but I decided to humor him. I dug into Tran's memories, searching for her best handjob technique. I flipped Benji over, so he was on his back. Then, I went between his legs, spitting all over his dick. I took it in a tight grip, rubbing up and down the shaft fully. I saw Benji's face go nuts. Tran really knew what she was doing.

I decided to take it up a notch. By this point, I'd spent enough time in women that I'd gotten used to pleasuring guys. But, there was one thing I'd yet to do. So I reached back in Tran's memories again, then lowered my head and popped Benji's dick into my mouth. The taste of him was new and strange, but I quickly got over it as I started to bob my head, taking him deeper with each stroke. Benji's eyes rolled back into his head, his hands gripping the sides of the massage table tightly.

My new tongue and mouth felt like they were made for this, and I worked him over like a pro. I could feel his body responding, his cock growing harder and thicker in my mouth as he got closer to the edge. I pulled back, letting a strand of saliva connect his tip to my bottom lip. He looked at me, desperation in his eyes.

"Fuck, man," Benji groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking good at this."

"Thanks to this head of hers." I said, tapping my forehead. "But I didn't come here to just get you off. I had a hard week and I'm the one that needs to get off. I want this pussy to cum.

I laid back on the table, spreading my legs, inviting him in. He approached me tentatively, his eyes locked onto the glistening wetness between Tran's thighs. I took his hand and guided it to my clit, showing him exactly where to touch. He obeyed, his finger circling gently before pressing down.

The sensation was overwhelming, like a thousand tiny explosions of pleasure. I could feel his energy and excitement as he touched me, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. I leaned back, my hands reaching behind my head, giving him a full view of my new body. His eyes darted down, watching his own hand as it moved over my clit, spreading the slickness.

"You know what to do," I whispered, my voice low and seductive in Tran's body. "I need it. Now."

Benji nodded, his eyes glazed over with lust. He walked beside the table, positioning himself between my legs. His cock, thick and hard, hovered above me, the tip glistening with precum. He didn't waste a second, plunging into me. I felt a mix of pain and pleasure as he filled me up, stretching me in ways I hadn't felt in a while. Tran's body was tight and responsive.

As Benji began to move, I felt Tran's body reacting almost on its own. The muscles around my pussy tightened, squeezing him as he thrust in and out. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. My hand found his and guided it back to my clit, showing him exactly how I wanted it. He took over, his thumb moving in circles, pressing down just right.

The orgasm grew, a crescendo of pleasure building deep within me. Tran's memories whispered in the back of my mind, reminding me of the tricks she knew to make this moment last longer. I focused on the feeling of his dick moving in and out, reached my hand down to rub my clit, and the tension in my belly grew tighter and tighter. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

My back arched off the table, my breasts bouncing with the force of the orgasm. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, like a wave of pure bliss washing over me, making every nerve in Tran's body sing. I let out a moan that was part relief, part surprise, and all pleasure. Benji's eyes went wide as he watched me. He was so focused on my reaction that he didn't even realize he was getting closer too.

The orgasm grew in intensity, my legs spasming and my toes curling. The muscles in my abdomen tightened and released in rhythmic pulses, each one sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through me. It was like I was riding a rollercoaster of pleasure, and I didn't want it to end. Tran's body was so responsive, so alive with sensation, that I could feel every single movement Benji made.

I grabbed a fistful of the massage table's sheets, then my tits, holding on for dear life as Benji's thrusts grew more frantic. His breathing was ragged, his eyes locked on my bouncing tits and the way my pussy swallowed his cock with each stroke. The sight of him, lost in pleasure, was enough to keep me on the edge, teetering between sanity and oblivion.

My body was a symphony of sensations, every nerve ending alive and begging for more. Tran's memories whispered sweet nothings into my mind, urging me to push her body to the limit. And so, I did. I tightened around him, my hips bucking up to meet each of his thrusts. His grip on my hips grew bruising, his nails digging into the flesh as he strived for deeper penetration.

The room grew hazy, my vision swimming as the orgasm crested yet again. The candles on the shelves flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, as if they were dancing to the rhythm of our frenzied lovemaking. Benji's breath was hot and ragged against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he fought his own climax. I could feel the tension in him, the way his muscles coiled and flexed with each stroke.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped, my voice a desperate plea.

"Me too," Benji grunted, his face flushed and sweaty.

I smirked, knowing he was enjoying the feeling of being inside an Asian woman, something he hadn't been able to experience before. 

Matter of fact, we were both enjoying our first experience inside an Asian woman. And so far, the ride was great.

"Come for me, Benji," I murmured, my voice a seductive purr. "I want to feel you fill me up."

With a final, desperate thrust, he let go, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into Tran's pussy. The feeling was strange but exhilarating, a mix of his pleasure and my own as I watched him lose control. I felt his warmth spread through me, the contractions of his dick sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body.

We laid there for a moment, both of us panting and trying to catch our breath. Benji pulled out gently, his dick glistening with our combined juices. He looked up at me, a mix of shock and awe on his face.

"Wow." Benji said, coming down from the high. "You were howling like a wildcat." That must have felt insane for you.

My breath was still heaving, my tits moving up and down with each. "Yeah. Her orgasms... insane." Was all I could muster.

"She looks like such a good ride." Benji said, coming up to me and taking a tit in his hand. "I wish I was the one who could take over chicks."

"Oh, poor you." I said, smiling. "You only get to fuck them all instead."

Cum leaked out of me as I looked between my legs toward him.

"Shit. We need to get this bitch some Plan B." I said. "Can't leave too much of a mess for her. C'mon."

I slipped on Tran's dress and began to walk to the reception area.

The chubby receptionist stared at me, dumbfounded. A few male clients had filed in and were now staring at me, massive grins on their faces.

"Tran. Anh có quan hệ với anh chàng đó không!? Anh đang hét lên!" The receptionist said, aghast.

"Tôi đã làm thế. Và tôi đã đạt được hai lần cực khoái lớn! Bạn nên thử nó một lần thay vì chỉ ngồi đây cả ngày." I replied, smirking and examining my fingernails.

"Bây giờ tất cả khách hàng đều nghĩ cô là một con điếm to xác!" She said, eyes wide with despiration and disbelief.

"Vâng, tôi là một con điếm lớn. Nhân tiện, tôi cần ra ngoài một chút, tôi cần một viên thuốc kế hoạch B. Khi tôi quay lại, tôi sẽ hành động như thể tôi không nhớ bất kỳ điều gì về điều này. Bạn cũng nên làm như vậy. Tạm biệt!"

The receptionist's jaw dropped, she was speechless.

To really show her a new Tran was in town, I leaned forward, giving my tits a big squeeze. I shook them up and down, getting a hoot from the other guys in the waiting room. I blew a kiss in the receptionist's direction.

Benji, meanwhile, stood there, confused. I realized I'd just had an entire conversation in fluent Vietnamese, and he'd understood nothing. I re-adjusted my boobs in my top, took him by the hand, walking out the door.

This was my first time inside an Asian body, and I had to say, I was kinda loving it.

"Maybe I should stay in here for a bit longer. Or, should I switch it up?"

Bodyhopper Saga:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

Returning the Favor

"I can't wait to meet your girlfriend!" My mom said, her voice crackling slightly as it came over the phone in my hand. ...