Terry's New Body

I reached up for my girlfriend Tara's massive tits bobbing above me. They were so huge, so firm and bouncy. I love the way she rode my dick, that she did it any chance she got. I loved seeing her moan, gripping her tits in her own hands, shuddering and shaking with orgasm after orgasm while smiling into my eyes.

It almost made me forget that she was, in fact, my dad's gay boss Terry.

Terry took an interest in me from a creepily young age. He was always asking my dad how my hockey games went, if I had a girlfriend. My dad actually used to call him "creepy Terry" jokingly during family discussions. Yeah, Terry was an odd guy.

Once I turned 18 and started at the local college, I thought (and hoped) I'd seen the last of Terry. So that's why I was unnerved when he showed up on campus and confessed his feelings for me. 

He said he was madly in love with me, that he'd had feelings for me all these years. He wanted to be with me, and that he'd give anything to make me his. It got weirder, that he envied all the girlfriends I'd had through the years and had imagined himself in their place.

Yeah, fuck that. 

I was a college hockey player, liked chicks, and definitely wasn't gay. Not my thing. So I told him he was a fucking creep and to fuck off. 

So, for the second time, I thought I'd seen the last of him. But then, shit got ten times weirder.

I got a text from Terry's number. 

I soon realized that it was all real. Terry had bought a FirstPersonFemale doll, a female version of himself. He'd bought the "upgrades": two big ones to be specific. I had to admit his new body was stunning.

I hadn't heard of them, but these dolls are basically mechanical robots with human flesh which you can transfer your brain into by wearing a helmet. At least that's what ChatGPT said. It also said these things cost a fucking arm and a leg, so Terry must be serious.

Terry wore the body well. He seduced me, and soon Terry's massive jugs were rubbing up and down my cock. It was weird because the body's face looked exactly like Terry, only if he was a hot chick. I found that just staring at the jugs helped.

So that's how Terry became Tara, my girlfriend. He moved to her body full time and only left her body to eat, drink and pee, basically only the bare minimum to keep his brain alive.

Terry seemed to be loving it inside his new female form. I'd seen him out at bars, grinding on guys, probably sleeping around. I didn't care as long as she came home to fuck me. She said I "popped her cherry", the one who showed her how fun womanhood could be. 

He wanted me to try the body. Take it for a spin. He kept saying how good the orgasms felt, that it was ten times better than being a guy. It sure looked like it when I fucked Terry and made his new cunt quiver around my dick four or five times per night. But that was weird, right? I couldn't try out a chick body without losing some of my masculinity.

That was a problem for the future. Right now, all I cared about was fucking the sexy woman whose tits were shaking right in front of me, my dick loving it but my mind screaming that this was my creepy former stalker. To be honest, with a squirming woman ready and willing anytime, I was willing to forget all that.

Crossing Paths With an Old Mount

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Teasing's Easier With Tits

"You wish you had these tits." My friend Ammad taunted me from inside his mount's body.

My friend Ammad recently acquired bodyhopping powers from a magic scroll he'd gotten from a weird shop in the mall that I'd never seen before. Ever since, he'd been living it up. Hot chick? Hop her. Want to fuck her? Hop her boyfriend. Bad grades? Hop the teacher. 

His favorite pastime recently had been taunting me. He just hopped Maile, the hottest girl in our college and texted me. 

Couldn't Help but Hop

"Hey man, any leads yet?" Cordell asked, head turning away from the shitty early 2000s computer our library still had for some reason.

"Nah dude. This applying to jobs bullshit is going nowhere." I said, turning towards him slightly. "Why the fuck did we do this again?"

"Because one of our mounts got arrested. Remember." I responded.

Cordell and I were trying to turn it around. We've been on the run for years, spending money, getting drunk, doing drugs, having sex. But not in our bodies. We're body hoppers, and we're trying to reform. He was my mentor originally, teaching me the ways of my powers before I knew I even had them. He's in his sixties, I'm in my forties. Other than hopping, we've got nothing else to our name.

"Yeah, but she had it coming anyway. She was a damn hooker!" Cordell yell/whispered over the other patrons. 

"A hooker that we made rob a gas station." I sighed.

"Yeah, well it was you that swore my dick sucking skills weren't good enough to get a cop to go rogue. You basically made me do it!" He yelled back.

"SHhhhhhh!" The librarian hushed us from across the room.

We went back to clacking away.

I was lost in my work for ten or so minutes, trying to apply through job corps to get a position at Taco Bell. But then Cordell broke my concentration. 

He was looking to the side, staring. At a girl.

"No. Cordell. We said we were done!"

"I can't help it." Was all Cordell said as he walked towards the girl. She was young, maybe a high school senior, maybe a freshman in college. She had an innocence about her that I knew Cordell was going to take advantage of. So, I followed behind him closely. 

But I wasn't fast enough.

She looked up to him, ready to say something but he jumped. He was an expert, skills perfected from years of hopping. Midair, his body liquified, perfectly hitting her mouth and rushing in. She was knocked back towards the couch as fluid gushed into her mouth for about a second. Then, her eyes opened again. Only, there was an entirely different look in her eyes.

"Hi Mark." She said back, grinning and leaning in towards me. She started pressing her body up against me, rubbing it, moving her tits. Her eyes looked up and to the side, flipping through his mount's memories for the first time. "I'm Sara, and I'm an 18 year old virgin." He wiggled off his panties and threw them at me.

"Cordell. Get out of her. She's young, doesn't deserve this!"

"I can already tell she's so responsive. She's already getting wet and my pussy is literally burning, not thirty seconds after getting in. God, I love young bodies." 

"Dude, we swore it off! I can't believe you broke this fucking fast."

His eyes flicked up and to the side again. "Oh man, she's a Christian and hasn't ever masturbated before. Although she did cum once from reading Twilight fanfiction."

He walked away. I grabbed him roughly by his tiny arm. I started to pull him out the door, past the librarian, but he leaned in. "Let me go or I yell "rape" " I had no choice but to follow him.

He found a seat at the computers we'd just been at. Luckily, they were secluded, far away from the other visitors. He sat his cute little butt in one of the chairs, hiking up his dress to show that teen pussy between his legs.

"I'm telling you this cunt's gushing." Cordell started, clearly overwhelmed by how the world felt through this tiny, pent up body. "Once I'm done, you've gotta have a turn."

"I'm gonna make her fucking explode." Cordell said.

He started fingering his virgin pussy. His technique was perfect. He'd fingered thousands of pussies before, and robbed the memories of nymphomaniacs and prostitutes who'd developed the best technique for themselves. Hell, I'd done the same. With two fingers, he pumped inside himself, angled, I was sure, directly at his G-spot. His thumb stayed outside, poking and prodding at the clit with every stroke. He lightly pinched his clit, an old trick he'd taught me to push a pussy you're wearing over the edge.

"I'm gonna..." He couldn't finish before he silently quaked in orgasmic delight, less than 30 seconds after he'd started. His eyes screwed tight shut, overwhelmed by pleasure from the second orgasm this body'd ever had. 

As he continued shaking, fighting screams, I couldn't help but feel jealous. Why did he get all the pleasure when I was trying to do the right thing?

Footsteps. I reached over, pulling the dress down, covering the body. A man came into view, passing our computer nook, then disappearing down the corridor. Cordell's teen body was still vibrating gently, one hand between its legs, one covering its mouth, hunched over.

Cordell's slowly relaxed, breathing deeply, recovering from teen orgasmic paradise. A minute later, he finally spoke.

"That. Was. Amazing." Was all he could say, grinning ear to ear. 

"You sure you don't want in here? He opened his cunt, flashing his clit and hole. God, I missed having one of those. I was nearly about ready to turn into my hopper form and jump in before Cordell noticed me leaning and clapped his legs shut.

"Uh uh, no hoppy hoppy for you mister. You snooze you lose and I want another orgasm like that."

He got up, walking away to behind a bookshelf which came up to about chest height. He squatted, then lifted his dress to show his tits and pussy.

"Ya know, you looked so hypnotized by my last orgasm, you can help with my next one."

"I'll take that consolation prize."

He bent over, flashing his asshole and cunt. I squatted, hiding behind the bookshelf, then took two fingers and lodged them inside. Cordell let out a gasp. Wow, she really was tight. I pumped back and forth. Cordell was loving it, my fingers bigger than his mount's. He started rocking by pushing back on a bookshelf he was hunched over, pretending to examine some books, but really urging my fingers ever deeper inside his tiny body. He reached a hand down to massage his clit, all the while pretending to check out Pride and Prejudice.

I felt his pussy clamp down and looked up. He was cumming again. His face was a grimace, and any onlooker would have thought this teen girl was suspiciously moved by classic literature. He saw someone coming and squatted too. Soon, we were both hiding behind the shelf. His dress fell back into place as the librarian rounded the corner.

"Everything okay back here, Miss?" They said, surprised to see her in my arms, shaking. "My niece just had a rough day. Needed a good cry." I said, Cordell in no place to form words. His face was turned away. They couldn't see his mouth gaped wide in ecstasy, thinking the shakes and little gasps were sobs. I just hoped they couldn't smell the musk of pussy filling the air.

"Okay..." They said, skeptical. "Just.. let me know if you need anything."

They walked away. Cordell just faced me and giggled. God, he could get away with murder in that body, it was so innocent and cute.

"Check out these tits." He said, looking up and to the right. "They're so goddamn sensitive. They used to be small but grew to be this nice and perky when she was sixteen. Now that she's eighteen, she's secretly envious of girls with big tits, but judges them for being promiscuous."

"Pinching my nipples is giving me the cummies again." He said in a baby voice as I played with her tits. Cordell reached for my dick, rubbing my pants, then unzipping them and taking my cock in his petite hands.

He stroked me back and forth so perfectly. His last mount was a hooker with fake tits and plastic lips, years of experience and had thousands of dicks inside her. He'd moved backwards in age, bringing that experience with him as he invaded a teen Christian, taking a shortcut to virginity without even having to become born again.

"I need that fat dick of yours in me pronto." Cordell said, baby doll eyes looking up at me, incongruent with his crude choice of words. 

"Not here!" I whispered back, incredulous. "We almost got caught twice, plus we already got a mount in trouble this week! Let's not go from robbery to public indecency."

"Shhh... If you fuck me good enough I'll let you possess her through her pussy." He said, gesturing to his body.

How could I say no to that.

He laid on his back, dress up, legs spread, pussy wide. I slipped my dick out of my pants, on edge, ready to stand up at a moment's notice. Cordell reached his hands out and pulled me closer. My dick was right on the edge now, hovering above his mount's pussy. I'd been where he is right now many times before. That feeling of emptiness, needing to be filled. It was always overwhelmingly strong, even when it wasn't a teen body. He climbed towards me, the urgency of getting caught forcing us together and my dick deep inside his hole in one stroke.

"Ohhhh!" He whimpered as the pussy he now wore was filled for the first time ever. Cordell reveled in virgin pleasure as he rocked back and forth. He pulled his top down. Any worry of getting caught has faded away as we both were deep in the throes of reckless abandon. The thought of taking this teen body's virginity was admittedly so taboo which made it all even hotter.

We'd given in completely to the allure of hopping. It was a gift, it was a curse. We'd become destructive forces that unleashed the sexual energy of everything we touched, unable to restrain even ourselves. 

Her face grinned at me one last time, a tit bobbing with our movements. I couldn't take it. My dick started pulsing as I pulled out and squirted cum all over Cordell's teen pelvis.

"Already? Stick that dick back in, I haven't cum yet!!" He yelled, way too loud. I gave a few more strokes before pulling away. I heard footsteps.

"Miss? What's going on back here." We pulled away before he could finish.

"Handle this one for me." I replied, exhausted. 

"I got you buddy." He flashed me a wide grin, then calmed himself. He was going to use his hopper acting chops. He looked up and to the right, digging into his mount's memories to play her part even better.

Cordell's face turned into a crying pout before standing up. "Miss librarian?"

"I heard noises. I'm not sure if I heard what I thought I heard, but you two need to leave. Now."

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend, he just broke up with me. My uncle, well, he's the only one who really gets me. I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm so hurt over this. Don't you remember what it's like being a teen in love? I don't..."

I lost focus as I recovered from my post orgasmic glory. I tucked my dick away. Well, I guess this hopping ban was off. From the sound of it, I was next up inside that mount.

The librarian walked over, Cordell in tow. He was sobbing, but gave me a wink as the librarian approached.

"I'm sorry you two. It's just a bit of an odd place to console someone. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two to leave."

We gathered our things from the computers where we were originally seated and walked outside. Cordell immediately turned to me and smiled.

"Thanks for all the orgasms." He said, grinning the girl's cute, innocent grin.

"I believe we had a deal?" I said, grinning right back. 

We walked behind the library. Cordell leaned forward, I lifted his dress. With one hand, I spread his pussy while leaning forward. On the way my face turned into a gooey mess. I went inside face first. My slime form filled her, and I could feel the rest of my body pouring into her, turning into slime as I climbed into her orifices completely. I felt slime ahead of me, knowing that was Cordell. Hoppers can fight another hopper for entry, but he didn't, making space by leaving through her mouth, though I couldn't see it. Or, at least not yet. Once I found her brain, I started enveloping and seeping into it. My hopper form automatically wired itself into her nervous system, giving me control, and giving me access to her senses.

Once I was tapped into her vision I could see Cordell reforming in front of me. 

I was in!

All I could do was lean forward and giggle. I knew how cute it looked on this body, and now it was me who looked so cute.

I was elated. I missed this so much. Having tits, a pussy, looking oh so fuckable. Why did I ever give this up?

"Good to be back, eh buddy." Cordell asked as I felt up my new tits. 

"You fuckin said it." I replied.

"I believe you owe me an orgasm." Cordell said. 

"What do you mean?" I replied, brushing my hair behind my right ear.

"Remember how you came early when I was Miss Teen Tits? You gave me a serious case of blue walls!"

"Blue walls?"

"Like blue balls, but for a chick body!"

"Yeah, and those walls are mine now." I sassed back. If I was going to be a teen I was gonna be bratty, not straight laced and Christian like... (my eyes flashed up and right) Sara. 

"So it's me that should be cumming." I finished. "And I know just how to do it. Here. Facetime me. I'm going back in."

I walked into the employee entrance, the backdoor of the library from which we'd just been thrown out.

"You slutty bastard." Cordell shouted as the door slammed behind me.

I was gonna finish Sara's orgasm right where she started it. 

Her pussy was divine. Rubbing that beady clit while pinching my nipples, God it was good to be back at the controls of a chick. I came twice within thirty seconds. Sucking my juices off my fingers, she was salty, tangy and perfect.

The librarian's jaw dropped as I walked out the door.

"Did you just come back in?"

"Sorry, couldn't help it."

A Teen in Tits McGee 2

I was in!

Claire had been left nude from Adam's previous shenanigans and my hands flew directly to my tits. I squealed as my jaw dropped and I took large grips of the watermelon sized doughballs that were literally larger than my hand, palm to finger.

I realized by accident while kneading that the nipples felt great. Every little brush sent shivers down my spine. I found a new technique, where by keeping my thumb close to my hand when squeezing I could pinch the nipple in between. I'd never had nipples this sensitive before, so it was nice to have one pierced and one normal, since I could compare the differences. The sensitivity was about the same, but the piercing made it easy to really torque the nipple even by slightly brushing by.

Every once in awhile, my piercing would catch on the sheets, twist my nipple and kick the air out of me, causing a moan. How could I do that when I was on my back? My tits were so fucking big they literally completely spilled off my chest and to the side.

I was so busy with my jugs I'd barely noticed the change in equipment down below. Looking between my legs, I saw some lavender panties that headed straight down between my legs. No dick. Reaching a painted finger down, I pulled them to the side, looking at the little split. Whoa, that was trippy. After growing up my whole life with a cock, it was disorienting, like an arm or a leg was missing.

But how could it make me feel?

I took a finger, and rubbed it gently up and down the seam. Oh? What was that?! That felt... really good. At the top I hit it. That was the clit! Adam had been raving about it earlier. I stuffed a hand down my panties, rubbing that spot. Oh yeah. My tits fell off my chest as I bit my lip and happily wiggled from side to side, enjoying immensely my brief experience inside this curvy body.

This body was so soft, so squishy, different from my male body. Before, I'd been chubby, but the skin felt rough, with muscles right under the surface. In here, everything was soft and smooth, like the skin was padded.

And the squishiest part was my tits. Oh, my tits. I'd already played with them for so long but I couldn't stay away. I wondered how this woman had liked them, whether she struggled with back pain but loved the control they granted her over men. I had no access to her thoughts, so how would I know? What I did know was that they were mine, I was still acting like a man, and they sure as hell had power over me.

I brought my hands back up, kneading some more. I took my left nipple, rubbing and twisting it until the fire lit back up in my pussy. I reached my hands down, which thrust my tits back up into my view and into my attention. I reached all the way over with my left arm to corral my right tit and pull it up between my two hands. Toying with the piercing, I slid it back and forth through the hole where it was lodged which teased the sensitive nipple seemingly from the inside.

Chuckling, an interesting thought entered my mind. Could... I suck them? Only one way to try it. I tilted the boob toward my mouth and bent forward. With a slight lean, I popped the nipple in my mouth and sucked greedily. The metal of the piercing tasted kind of like a penny, I noted, while the suction stimulated the tit in the most perfect way. I felt desire flare back up in my pussy, and my back was getting tired, so I leaned back and turned my attention down below, where it could no longer be ignored.

I rubbed up and down, back and forth, right on my clit. My tits splayed to the side and landed on my arms as I worked the clit, whose fire demanded attention and ached if I even eased on the pressure. 

I felt the neediness build, and build. My core muscles tightened. I felt my tits throbbing with my beating heart, growing more veiny and flushing with heat as I neared the climax. Finally, with an involuntary crunch in my core, I snapped. My muscles tensed, pushing air from my lungs and causing me to cry out with urgency as I shuddered. My vision narrowed as a rush went to my head and almost overwhelmed me. 

When I expected it to stop, it kept going. My tits bounced, jiggled, veiny and enormous, bobbing with every involuntary movement which was driven by the pressure on my clit. It went on, growing, even beyond what I thought was the climax, where I remembered it as a man. I kept rubbing, needing more pleasure even as my wrist muscles burned from nonstop motion. 

Finally, it was too much. My arms ached, my clit became tender and my body was numb. I fell backwards, landing softly on the mattress, my tits recoiling upward.

Whew.

There were a few moments where my head was blank. I just let the after-pleasure sit, and I was content to rest within it. I rested, taking deep breaths.

I took a moment to rest inside my new vessel. This body was incredible. These tits, this pussy, it was like a never ending playground of pleasure. With my eyes closed, the tie to my former body was more noticeable. It was nothing like this one. I'd have to go back, that I knew, but I was going to make return trips early and often. I was still connected to my old body, and could perceive my old room. I felt myself sliding back, then grabbed a tit to center myself. Didn't want to return just yet. When Adam wasn't using the body, I'd get my turn. 

I reached up to toy with the necklace resting on my neck. That little green necklace was more than powerful - it was magic. It opened a portal between minds, between bodies. Whatever immense power it had, I was thankful it had found me.

"Buzzzz"

What was that? I reached to the side, seeing a phone ringing. Picking up the pink case, it said "Mom".

Shit. I guess I had to answer.

I tapped the green button. "Hello?"

"Hi Claire! How are you darling?" An older sounding woman's voice replied.

"Good, uh, mom." I replied. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no idea what to do. On one hand, I could run away, transfer back to my body and let Claire finish the conversation. But would she wonder what was going on, lost like Adam said his mom was earlier? Worse yet, would she freak out in front of her mom, shocked to find herself naked, clit red raw and aching?

"Good, sweetie. I just wanted to talk about your brother."

"What's going on with, uh, my brother?" I asked, no idea what was happening.

"He's still sick. They say he'll get better, but your father and I are beside ourselves. You were supposed to drive into town and see him today. We haven't heard from you. Is everything okay honey?"

Shit. I was in way over my head. I grimaced at myself. 

Unknowingly, I'd gotten carried away and caused Claire to skip out on plans. From the sound of it, important plans. My little masturbation session had betrayed bonds between a family. Was what I was doing right? 

"Claire? You there?"

There was no time for me to think. I had to get out, let her put things right.

"Yeah mom. Give me a minute, then say everything you just said again. Your, uh, connection was bad."

I focused on returning to my own body. I focused on the sight of my room, my body leaning back on my bed, the clack of Adam gaming next to me, gradually, they became more in focus, and Claire's vision became less crisp. Before long, my room became clear, I could hear the announcers as Adam played 2k, and took a deep breath before sitting up on my bed.

Adam noticed immediately, losing interest in the game in a heartbeat.

"Dude! How was it?" Adam gushed, smiling. "Did you cum? Nevermind, I know you did. How many times? And aren't her tits great? Oh my God, give me the necklace, I want those tits back. Do you think she can cum again?"

"ADAM!" I said, cutting him off. "Do you know what's going on with Claire right now?"

"What? Other than her masturbating all day because of us." He laughed.

"Dude. Her brother is in the hospital. He's sick." I replied, stone faced.

"Oh. That's sad. But, she's okay still, right?" He asked, losing some of his carefree bravado.

"She was supposed to visit him with her parents today. We missed it." 

Adam fell silent. "So, she's not going?" He paused. "If she's already missed it, I could..."

"You're missing the point!" I yelled at Adam. "When we spend time in her, she can't live her own life. And she has people that depend on her. What do you think her parents and brother thought when she broke a promise."

I listened in on Claire's conversation. I closed my eyes and tried to pick up the sounds.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me." She said, embarrassment coating her words. "I just, I was at work one second. Then, I was at home, um, in my bed. Then, I'm on the phone with you."

"Are you under stress honey?" Her mom's voice was faint since I was rooted in my own body now. "Why don't you take a vacation. Go somewhere nice. You work so hard. Time probably just slipped by."

"I... maybe. I'm so sorry, mom."

I leaned back to my own side of my merged consciousness. She needed time. That was for sure.

"What's she saying?" Adam asked. 

"She's ashamed of what she's done. But it was us that did it. So, we should be ashamed."

"What do we do?"

"Just let her fix things for a few days. She needs to get her life back on track."

Adam was silent again. Then, he spoke. "Ok, so can I have the necklace back?"

"No. I know how you are. I've known you long enough to know what you'll do the second I'm not looking. I'm holding onto it. You'll get it back, just give it a bit."

With that, I walked out. Adam didn't bother responding. He was a bit less concerned than me, but he hadn't been there to experience it. Although I did tend to be the older and more responsible of the two of us.

I drove back to my house. When I got there, I pulled the red necklace off my shirt, took it, and untied the back. When I did, any connection was severed. It was like an out of focus spot in the side of my view had disappeared. I took the necklace and slid it under my bed. I'd get back to it, but Claire needed time.

I thought about today's events. I'd gone from skepticism, to disbelief, to pure unbridled lust. Lust stronger than I'd ever felt before. First as a man, then a woman. It had felt so, so good. But I'd realized my actions had consequences.

But those tits in my hands. That orgasm. With Adam far away at his house, I didn't have to stand firm against his desire to use that busty body as a toy. I felt the memories of what I'd done with a sexy female form creep back. 

I wanted to go back. So, so bad. 

Not today. But I decided to masturbate again, using the memory of that body, of that body, how it felt to fuel me.

But I couldn't stay away. I needed those tits, that pussy, needed access to them, needed how they made me feel. As I finished, my lust fueled me, in the way it can make bad ideas seem like good ones in that moment. I'd give Claire some time. Let her get her life together, just enough. 

Then, I'd be back.