"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.
"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."
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.
I pulled off my bra, letting my massive tits flop toward either side. I could feel a gentle heat blossoming inside me. I took my tits, one pierced, one natural, teasing and tweaking each as my hands travelled toward my pussy, leaving the other hand behind to keep squeezing the plush expanse. I laughed to myself, knowing how amazing this heat would feel if I kept chasing it.
Though I look like a busty nymphomaniac of a MILF, this body wasn't mine. No, I was controlling it using the green jade necklace around my neck. In reality, I'm a college freshman, and a male to boot. But after getting in the driver's seat of Tits McGee, I wasn't going anywhere fast. Here's how it happened.
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I'd gotten a facetime call from my friend, Adam, one Friday evening while playing 2k on my xbox. "Bruh, what could he want this time?" I grumbled to myself while pausing the game and throwing my headset to the side.
I tapped the green button to accept, and...
a super busty woman was where Adam should have been.
"Hey buddy." The woman said, grinning ear to ear. Her top was plunged super low, giving an insane view of her massive, veiny tits.
"Uh... hey miss." I didn't know what to say. "Did Adam lose his phone or something? He hadn't been at school today so he was probably up to no good."
"Bro... you have to believe me." The woman said. Bro? Why was she talking like that?
"It's me! Adam! I'm in juggosaurus here."
"Alright, whoever you are, I know Adam put you up to this. Drop the act, what's really going on?"
"Bro! You have to believe me! Alright, look."
"Would any random woman do that?" She said.
"I mean, if you pay them enough, yeah."
"Uggh!" She groaned. "Alright, let me explain what's going on. Once I'm done, you'll have no choice but to believe me." She had this knowing smile when she said that, like she had something crazy up her sleeve.
"Alright, look. See this green necklace here?" She lifted the camera up. I could see the necklace, but I could see down her top and was a bit distracted.
"I was at the mall the other day, and this store was open. It was weird, like a fortune teller shop. When I went inside, there was this old gypsy looking woman there. She did this whole voodoo fortune telling act. But it was different. She kept talking about "spirits" and then cast this spell or whatever. At the end, she pricked my finger and put a drop of blood on this rock at the end of one necklace, which turned red. Then, she handed me another green necklace."
"She told me now that my blood was on the red necklace, the sender, when I wore it I could possess whoever wore the green necklace, the receiver. Also, the wearer's body won't let them take it off. So I tried it on my mom."
"What's your mom's name?" I wanted to test her, see if she really was Adam.
"It's Marissa. Anyway, I made her put on the green necklace and went up to my room. I put on the red one, and, nothing happened. But then, I started meditating. I could feel it! A connection, a mental tunnel. The only way I can describe it is like there are other senses, like sight, hearing, whatever, but it feels like everything is way at the other end of a tunnel. The more I focused on it, the more I could feel my attention shifting toward the tunnel and away from myself."
Shit, she actually knew Adam's mom's name. This could be legit.
"Once I got close enough, it was like I was on the other side of the tunnel. I opened my eyes, and I was in my kitchen. In my mom. I could still feel my senses when I thought about it, but they were on the far side of the tunnel now. I tried walking around, tested her voice. It was super trippy. Eventually, I needed to pee. I sat down, peed, and got pretty weirded out. It felt like an invasion of my mom's privacy. So I needed a new test subject who I could really have some fun with."
"So you decided to take over this woman here?" I asked. I was super focused now. Before, I was only interested in staring at her tits. But after hearing the explanation, I was intrigued. It didn't seem possible, but it also seemed too crazy to make up.
"Exactly! Her name's Claire, and she's one of my mom's coworkers. I'd only seen her once or twice, but I decided to head back into my mom's body and investigate. I looked her up using my mom's Facebook, and she was the regional manager. So I hatched a plan. I headed back to my body for the night. This morning, I waited til my mom was at work, and I took her over again. I found Claire's office, and walked up to her. I told her I had a gift. The necklace. I told her she had to put it on right away though. So I reached behind my moms neck, untied the necklace, and immediately lost my grip on her senses. I felt like I was tumbling through the tunnel, until I slammed back into my own body, back with my own senses. It was less controlled, more jarring."
"Did she put on the necklace?"
"What's it look like, bro. I stayed locked in, and before long, I felt a new connection open. Without wasting time, I shifted my attention. The body was different. Claire's body. I was sitting at a desk, staring at my mom. The necklace was resting between my massive jugs. My mom asked how she got there. She had no idea! That's when I realized the possession is total. No split consciousness, no backseat driver. No, it's me that's got the reins of Tits McGee here."
"This all sounds insane. What was it that you said would prove it?" I asked. I mean, it still could technically be Adam putting her up to this, somehow. I wanted to test Adam, or "Claire" and at least see how far they'd go to prove it.
"Let me show you." She started by stripping off her dress.
"Bro. Look at this cleavage." She said, lightly running a finger up and down a breast. It was cavernous and seemed to be endless. "This is what I saw when I landed in her this morning. I can't believe these tits are attached to me. They're so sensitive. I get why women hate when guys grab their tits super hard. It sounds gay, but I love it when I caress them. I guess the way the fuck in porn is nothing like how chicks really like it."
I was getting super horny now. This woman was insanely hot. Plus the thought of a teen boy being inside her, well, it fulfilled some twisted fantasy I never knew I had. She was just standing there, squeezing her tits, seemingly enthralled with them and lost in the sensations. So without her knowing, I lowered my pants and started jerking off. I tried to up the ante.
"So, Adam. What does it feel like not having a dick?"
"Oh my God." She said, her jaw dropping and hanging. "Pussies are insane."
Let me show you.
She started stripping down. Whether this was real or not, I had to take advantage. Phone sex with a woman with the hottest tits ever was not what I'd predicted when I'd sat down to play 2k in my room.
"So when I took over, I got my mom out of the room and locked the door to Claire's office. I squeezed her jugs for a bit, which got me really horny. But horny is different in here, like it's more in my belly than in my dick. I felt this tingling between my legs, so I lifted up the dress and stuffed my hands down her panties. I've never fingered a chick before but it's easy to learn when you can literally feel it getting touched."
"There are basically three parts to a pussy. There's the lips, which, like, stick to each other to start with. But if you spread your legs they pop open and let you see what's inside."
"Then, there's the clit, which is like this little bean at the top. Oh my God. It feels SO good to rub. It's like, three times the sensitivity of a dick."
"Finally, you have the hole. It feels really good too. The best technique is to hook your fingers around like this, and try to touch the part which would be right above the clit.
"There are these little wrinkles inside and rubbing them up and down is heaven."
Watching this woman describe what it's like to finger herself, staring at her pussy, seeing her tits flash in and out of frame, it was too much. I dropped my phone as I came, releasing onto my bedsheets.
"Bro! Are you there?" Shit. Adam must have notice I'd dropped my phone. Meanwhile, I was just coming back from my orgasm. "Is that your dick? Aw hell no, were you just jerking off to me? That's foul, bro!"
"Sorry... I just... you're so hot, and I... couldn't help myself." I said, trying to plead my case.
"Don't get any fucking ideas. I'm still a dude in here and I don't wanna be anywhere near a dick. My consciousness is in control, and that means this body is into whatever I'm into as long as I'm in the driver's seat."
"So, wouldn't that just be... that body?" I said.
"Exactly. That's why it's so much fun." The woman replied.
"You know how you came from looking at this body? Well, I did too. First of all, orgasms in here last forever. Basically, as long as you rub your clit you can keep cumming. But after awhile it gets sensitive and kinda hurts to touch. Give it like two or three minutes, though, and it calms down and you can start right back up. I basically masturbated for two hours straight in her office before heading back to my own body to masturbate there. After I came, I switched back to her and masturbated for another hour."
"What did you do the rest of the day?" I asked him.
"I ran the office. First, I went in the system and gave my mom a raise. Then, I went to lunch. The amount of guys staring at my tits was crazy. Chicks definitely notice. She was supposed to lead a meeting, but I went back to my body for that. I watched through her eyes, using the tunnel, while she led the meeting and I was playing video games in my body. Thank God I did that because she was talking about "revenue" and "quarterly projections" and other shit that might as well be chinese to me. When she was done, I switched back over. I realized school was over at that point, so I called you.
This was insane. I mean, it had to be Adam. I mean, she had all his mannerisms and had just showed me how she masturbated. I don't think Adam had the kind of money to pay off his mom's coworker to do this. I wanted to tell Adam to bring the woman over, let me grab her tits, finger her pussy, have her suck my dick. But it sounded like Adam was having none of it. There had to be another way.
In fact, there just might be.
"How much do you think my tits weigh, bro? They're heavy as fuck, I bet at least ten..."
"Adam." I said firmly, cutting him off. "I need you to do something."
"What's up dude?"
"Meet me at your house in twenty minutes. I want in."
"You want in to talk more about how awesome my new body is?"
"No. I want in, literally. I want to be in that body."
Twenty minutes later, I was upstairs in Adam's room.
"Take off the red necklace." I told him. "I hope this works." I took a pin, grimacing as it pricked my finger. I let a drop of blood fall on the necklace, which seemed to shine as the drop hit.
"Here goes nothing." I said as I fastened the necklace. Instantly, I could feel it. A connection to a new set of senses. It was faint, and took effort to notice, like trying to focus your attention on something in your peripheral vision. But with concentration, I could see a view of a bedroom shifting and turning.
I closed my eyes. I focused on the new sights, new sounds, new feelings. With more focus, they became more clear. It became easier to focus on them, and my own sensations became more distant. Before long, the foreign feelings became dominant, and I was pulled toward them with a release in focus. Letting out a breath, I felt myself lock into senses that came to me as easily as mine always had. But what they were feeding me was altogether different.
I was in!
"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."
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