Third Party Hijack

In the future, long distance body swapping had become commonplace for work, travel and the simple fact that people wanted to experience the sensation of being someone else.

Being such a new, cutting edge technology, only the super rich could afford it for travel. Businesses sometimes used it when they needed someone across the world in a snap. Of course, given the high cost involved, people tended to be on their best behavior when in their host bodies.

But with new tech came new people trying to take advantage of its weaknesses. 

I'd long been interested in taking a joyride in a woman's body. Tits right on your chest, the ability to make her say and do whatever you want. The thought was exhilarating. But impossible. 

I didn't have near anywhere enough money to do a swap. And if I did, there's no way I'd be able to have all my fun without getting banned from the practice altogether. 

But when I was browsing one of my favorite body swap blogs, I came across an interesting link in the comments. It led to an encrypted page which promised a long distance swap - way cheaper than the traditional ones. With a woman's body guaranteed. Plus, they promised I'd be able to do whatever I wanted in her body and face zero consequences. 

So that's how I found myself walking down a dimly lit alleyway on the outskirts of the city centre.

Knocking twice, a slat opened and some eyes appeared.

"Password?" a high pitched male voice said from behind the door.

"Become another." I replied. He heard a big lock snap open and the door creak before swinging and granting me access to what appeared to be a staircase going up. A short Asian man stood there wearing a lab coat.

"Hey. I'm Wei. Before we go any further I'll need 25% upfront." He said to me. I pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket before locking the door behind him. No turning back now. Heading upstairs, there was another door at the end of the steps.

"You're sure this works?" I asked as his feet clapped on the wooden steps. 

"Please." Wei replied. "You're my third customer today."

Wei opened the door, which gave way to a row of recliners with helmets hovering above them. Some had people, seemingly asleep, sitting in them.

"You're my 9:30, right?" Wei asked. "Sit down here."

"That's me." I responded, taking a seat in one of them. Wei sat down in front of a desktop next to the recliner. I noticed every chair had a computer next to it, with stacks of servers in the general area.

He opened a folder on the computer, sliding through the info. "Cool. Marissa Saunders is your intercept. This was a job interview for an American before we got involved. Heh."

"Hold on." I asked. "Can you explain how this even works? And what's going on here?"

"Wei stopped looking, turning towards me, slightly annoyed. "Long distance swapping. Ever heard of it?"

"Uh yeah... who hasn't?" I said.

"Cool. So basically, what happens is the brain mapping of one person gets sent over the internet and overwritten onto another. Originally, the idea was for it to be one-to-one. His mind, written on her brain, her mind on his. Following so far?" Wei lectured.

"Good so far." I responded.

"Ok, well sometimes people like us jump in. We're the third party. Instead of letting his mind make it to her body, we block that signal and send yours instead. So you wake up in her body, they think its him, yada yada."

"So I have to pretend to be this Marissa person?" I asked.

"No! Wei said, clearly frustrated. "Has nobody told you what's happening? Marissa is the woman's body you'll be in. The guy's name is..." Wei checked the monitor. "Michael Hayes."

"So I have to pretend to be Michael pretending to be Marissa." I replied, still slightly confused. 

"No again. They know Michael is coming. You just have to pretend to be him."

Wei slid through the file some more. 

"Damn! This woman is absolutely stacked. Take a look! Here's your ride. You're gonna be in that." Wei said before tilting the monitor towards me, showing an absolutely gorgeous middle age woman with some glorious cleavage.

"Got any plans on how you're gonna fuck up this interview? Maybe strip and piss on the carpet before the boss comes in. OOH! Or you could fuck him, then facetime his wife midway through!" Wei laughed.

"Not sure about all that." I said, my mind now racing with the possibilities. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be in a chick's body though. Free access to tits!"

"Hell yeah. I hear that multiple orgasm thing is crazy too. That is, if you get a chick that can." Wei stated. "Take a seat and let's get you out of here. The swap is about to start."

I sat down, leaning back in the recliner.

"Put that helmet on and fix those pads over your eyes. The rest should fit itself to you automatically." Wei said, typing away.

I lowered the helmet onto my head gently. Large cables attached it to some of what I could only assume were computers and servers around me. Two pads gently came down and rested against my eyes. From there, I felt a series of metal rods lower themselves and press into the top of my head. Finally, some wires running through plastic gel were fixed onto my upper spine by Wei. 

"Make sure you ruin her life good." Wei said, chuckling. "After this, no way she's doing long distance swapping again."

"Signal locked." Wei said. "Have fun..."

I heard one final click of a keyboard and felt an electric shock run through me. All my muscles clenched, before I went numb, falling back in the chair. Then, the world went black.

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Part 2

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"Michael? Can you hear me?" I heard a voice ring as I awoke.

My vision was spinning, but I realized I was sitting down, with one of the helmets on. 

"Ughh" I said, realizing the voice was different. Much higher pitched. 

"Oh my God... It worked!" I said, my voice light and breathy.

"Yes it did work." A man said, standing in front of me. He wore a neat button down shirt and had  a custom jacket with the company's logo. "You're here in Brisbane. I'm one of the techs that works with the swap company, here to make sure you're oriented before we send you off."

I held my hands in front of me. The nails were neatly groomed and painted, and the left hand had a few rings. 

"Can you sit up for me? Let's test that sense of balance." The technician said.

Leaning forward, I felt an immense weight shift on my chest. I looked down, and locks of blonde hair fell in the way. Using the hands to pull them aside, I gazed down into a valley of deep cleavage.

"Is this your first time as a woman?" The tech said. I guess I had been staring awhile.

"Yeah. First time." I responded, still looking down. I looked up, and saw the tech's gaze fixed firmly downward. He quickly corrected it and looked at my eyes.

"Can I get you to come over to the computer? Just have a few tasks for you to complete, as well as some liability forms."

I stood up, finally realizing my feet were tucked into some black heels. Thankfully not too tall, since my entire center of gravity was off. I shuffled towards the computer before eventually plopping down. I felt my thighs compress against the seat. It felt like sitting on a cushion.

"Ok, we know you're gonna take really good care of Marissa's body, but we just like to remind our customers that their host is giving them an incredible privilege. Any action you take will reflect on her! and remember she's in your..."

I let the tech drone on. I wasn't paying attention anyway. My eyes were fixed on a mirror directly to my side. 

This woman, this busty blonde, was me. I was in her body! And when my mouth dropped in shock, hers did too. 

"All makes sense?" The tech ended, staring at me. "Yeah all good." I replied.

"Ok! The company said the interview starts in two hours. They're sending a car to take you over, feel free to wait in the lobby until it arrives. You're set to come back here tomorrow night for the swap back."

I was still staring at myself. Something was different. I was turned on, but the way my body was responding was a bit off. No boner, but my new nipples were stiffening and beginning to poke into my bra. Plus, I could feel some dewdrops of moisture in between my legs. I shifted my legs so I could feel the lips slide against one another in my panties.

"Can I use the restroom?" I asked. 

"Melissa just went before the swap." The tech said. "But it can take some getting used to your new parts. There's a single bathroom there."

I waddled over, still on unsure feet and went inside. Once in, I immediately unbuttoned the shirt, and after some fiddling, unclipped the bra that Melissa had put on that morning. 

I stared at myself, admiring the perfectly sculpted cheekbones of the face in the mirror. It seemed like Melissa was some secretary who'd been deemed expendable enough for someone to use her body for a few days. 

She was definitely good eye candy. Hell, I was basically eye fucking myself in the mirror.

"Why eye fuck myself when I could just fuck myself?"

I dropped my skirt, unzipping it before pulling it over my wide hips. I reached up to the massive orbs that were my tits. I tried to wrap a hand around one. With the nipple in my palm, I could almost do it. Squeezing my tits from that position felt amazing.

I ran my fingers across them, pushing them up against my chest, even having a pinch of the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which urged a feminine gasp out of my lips.

I was living out my fantasy. Just a few nights ago, I was reading stories of guys getting into a female body, reading text and looking at pics and imagining it were real. And now, I was living that life with tits in my hands and a pussy slowly moistening between my legs.

I knew the tech was waiting for me outside and there was probably a car waiting to take me to a job interview. But for one, I wasn't gonna let this opportunity pass me up. And second, they all thought I was this guy "Michael". 

I wouldn't have to face any of the consequences.

I sat up on the counter, spreading my legs. With two fingers I parted my labia, staring at the portal to heaven beneath. I stroked up and down, savoring every last motion. It surprised me how sensitive the whole of this inner area was. Stories I'd read online made it seem like the only thing that chicks liked was the clit. But everywhere was sensitive, causing my cunt to fill with more moisture by the second.

Speaking of, I felt my clit expand as I ran my fingers around it. Time to go for it. With one finger, I quickly gave it a tap. WHOA. A bolt of lightning went up through me and caused my whole body to jump. Maybe the clit wasn't the only sensitive part, but it sure was the best.

I placed two fingers right on the hood of the clit, applying pressure in tight circles. My other hand went up to my tits. The pleasure was really taking hold, and I threw my head back to savor the sweet sensation. I squeezed tightly, and...

Knock knock knock.

"Everything ok in there?" I heard the technician's voice, muffled by the door.

"Just need a minute, dealing with some, can we say, feminine issues here." I replied with my airy voice. 

All the while, my fingers were still circling my begging clit.

I was getting dangerously close to orgasm. 

"Need any help?" He said.

"No, I'm all go..." My breath hitched as the pleasure released. "...ood" I screwed my eyes shut as the waves of orgasm took hold. My clit demanded more, more, more and I kept flicking it between my fingers, urging this sensation to never stop. I pinched a nipple with my other hand, any pain completely whited out by the orgasm surrounding me. 

"Oh my god!" I yell-whispered as I clasped my creamy thighs together, fingers stuck between me, continuing to stroke, urging the orgasm through me. Hearing my delicate voice cry out and seeing this woman finger herself from her own perspective made me cum again. It filled me from head to toe, burning fiercely, and left me so slowly.

I sat back for a second, then realized I should get dressed before this turned into too big of a fiasco. They'd have their doubts regardless. I mean, the entire bathroom smelled like pussy. I sprayed some febreeze to drown out my musk. 

I slid into my skirt, bra and buttoned my shirt. Wow, 30 minutes in and already an orgasm. 

"This should be fun."

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Part 3

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My heels clacked on stone floors as I walked towards the elevator. Walking around the office as Marissa was really a trip. Lots of people I passed smiled at me, a few even greeting me as her. I guess not everyone knew she'd been used as a host. It wasn't worth explaining so I just smiled and said hi back.

I'd been taken to a conference room where the recruiter would talk about some logistics. A woman walked in, a bit younger than Marissa and definitely nowhere near as busty.

"Hi! I'm Serenity, and I'll be helping you get settled." She said.

From what Serenity said, it seemed like this was some type of financial company. Definitely not my area of expertise. But it seemed like Michael, the guy who was supposed to be in this body, was some guru from NYC who had turned a once struggling firm around.

"We've got you set up in the Ritz downtown tonight, and there will be some follow-up interviews tomorrow as well as a meet and greet before you swap back tomorrow evening."

"Now please follow me, we'll get started with your first round with our CEO, Mr. Allston." Serenity said.

"It's a bit odd for me to speak to Marissa's body like this by the way. We've been working together for years!" She added. "We're both C-suite secretaries. This is "your" desk here."

There was a desk that had pictures frames filled with Marissa's face. A bunch were with a man, and... kids? No way a body could look this good after pumping out a few kids. She must really take her physique seriously.

We walked towards to mahogany doors before Serenity knocked and went inside. "Hi Mr. Allston, this is Michael!" Serenity introduced me. "He's the one Marissa so kindly agreed to host."

Mr. Allston was a middle aged man, about the same height as Marissa in heels. His hair showed streaks of gray, and he wore a well-tailored suit.

"Nice to meet you Michael." Allston said. "Sorry we only had a female body available. But hey! You're already showing me you're ready to go the extra mile."

"Oh yeah... no problem." I said back. Under the surface was the truth that I'd been waiting my entire life to be in a body just like this one. 

"I'll be just outside. Let me know if you need anything!" Serenity said before closing the door behind us.

"So!" Allston started. "I know it must be odd to interview in someone else's body. But we have people do it all the time, and after the first few questions it all feels natural. So, let's dive in."

"You're saying other people have been in this body, and interviewed for different positions?" I asked, still trying to learn more about this whole long distance body swapping world.

"Oh yes." Allston said. "Either Marissa or Serenity play the role of host. Serenity hosted last time, so it was Marissa's turn. Neither of them mind it too much. They get to see a new city, and get paid to do it! They've gotten rather used to it by now."

He was looking me up and down, and I realized he'd been staring down into Marissa's cleavage as he described her. But he quickly regained his composure, again acting like the CEO that he was.

"Ok. Let's get started. If our manufacturing portfolio was down 15% over two quarters, how would you counsel our investors to mitigate their concern?"

I had no idea what to say. Math and science had never been my thing. "Um, I'd say that we'll turn it around next time?" I said, ending with a question

Allston raised an eyebrow. "That's all? What about filing an investor integrity report."

"Never heard of it." I said.

"What?" He said. "You practically invented them! I read about your turnaround of RockBlack capital. It was amazing!"

"Let me ask you a question." I went on to say. "You already know I'm competent. So, let's just use this time to have some fun."

"Fun? What do you mean?" Allston said.

"Haven't you ever wondered what things look like, ahem, under the hood." I let my fingers play at the nape of my blouse. Letting cleavage poke in.

"You know, I have." Allston added. 

"Would you like to take a look for yourself? I'd be willing to show you if it would help my chances."

"Finally, someone with some guts!" Allston said, somewhat surprising me. "You know how many people I've been interviewing for this goddamn position, just hoping one would break and let me get at Marissa."

"Well now's your chance, Mr. Allston." I said, walking towards him and straddling him in his large chair.

"I've had the biggest crush on her for years. Years! Ever since I hired her. These immaculate tits. I couldn't stop staring." He said.

But she's married with kids. It would never work. So that's why I've been having these interviews. Just hoping someone would be willing to experiment."

"Well you've found the right person." I said, then went for the kiss. 

Allston's hands greedily went for my tits, the want of years of repressed lust being spilled out. I pressed my body into his, the squeezes causing my nipples to spike up again in his hands. The kisses became faster, more urgent now.

I was living out my twisted fantasy, ready to feel how high the pleasure could get when I had something bigger than my fingers to play with. Allston was practically drooling as he stared at the tits I'd been staring at all day.

I moved his hand down to my pussy. His hands expertly played up and down the sides, focusing on the clit. I was so wet his fingers slipped right inside.

"Ohhh." I sighed, as he hooked his fingers directly onto my innermost pleasure. I thrust my hips toward his fingers, trying to drive them deeper still, wanting, needing that sweet release. His fingers filled me completely, each time entering and driving me crazy.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Allston."

I moaned into his mouth as we rolled together onto the couch beside his desk. I was so sopping wet his dick slid in with a gentle pop. My eyes went wide as I'd reached a new level of stimulation. His dick went so much deeper than either of our hands could muster. He thrust in, and I chased the pleasure toward sweet release. 

"Fuck your slutty secretary." I said, reaching under me to grab handfuls of tit. I forced my torso down into the couch so I could arch my back, opening my little pussy so his cock could reach ever deeper.

I was feeling amazing bucking and moaning, reaching a peak. Until... I felt the dick pulled out from inside. I looked back, feeling the pleasure slowly dissipate. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Already? Are you serious?" I said. "I was so close!"

Allston was still dazed from his orgasm. 

"This is ridiculous. I've got two days in a bitch's body and can't even cum?" I said, fuming. 

"Sorry..." was all Allston could muster. "It's just, I've been waiting for so long."

"You've gotta make this up to me." 

"Ok, well you've definitely got the job." Allston said.

"Don't care about that." I quickly retorted. Allston was taken aback. "Here's what we're gonna do." I said, determined to get my time and money's worth. "Cancel all my interviews for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I get to keep this body and do whatever I want with it until I have to swap back. Capische?"

"Ok. Fair is fair." Allston said as he redressed. 

I was already walking out the door. 

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Part 4

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I checked into the Ritz downtown, determined to get my money's worth. Mainly in terms of orgasms. So when I got set up, I threw all my clothes on the floor and went to town.

Though working my clit had been amazing, sticking my fingers inside myself was a whole new dimension of pleasure. The clit wasn't too far off from a penis. Sure, it was more sensitive, but fingering your pussy is something guys just can't even imagine.

If two fingers was fun, why not three? I forced in my ring finger, joining my index and middle finger inside me. My opening was getting stretched so incredibly wide - it felt amazing. 

Amazing enough for my breathing to hitch as I felt the pleasure grow. I kept the pace, each stroke hitting the inside of my cunt. I loved seeing my hole spread and shrink every time my fingers went out and in. 

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" I said, my body reeling. My back arched involuntarily as the waves of nonstop electricity short circuited my everything.

Whew. "This body... I can't get enough!" I said.

One thing I noted was completely different with the female orgasm was the lack of "post-nut clarity". Basically, even after the orgasm I was still super horny. Honestly, more horny than I was before. But before too long, the pleasure would fade.

I decided to go walking around town to find something (or someone) else who could satisfy my needs. 

I found a sex shop before I found a bar. Inside, I bought two dildoes. One ribbed, since I knew I'd love seeing the little beads disappear and pop inside me one by one. The other, a regular penis.

I took them back to the hotel, enjoying them immensely for orgasms three, four and five of the day, finally able to squeeze multiple out of one session! I was really getting this woman thing down.

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Part 5

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I really enjoyed riding. Just looking down between my tits, from behind Marissa's eyes was exhilarating. Enough that I'd want to try it again. Only this time, on a real person. 

So, I redressed, using now some of the other clothes that Marissa had set aside for me to wear in her body.

I decided to find someone at a local bar. I was about to head to the seediest place I could find, but decided against it.

"A classy body needs a classy place." I told myself.

So I went to a swanky cocktail bar not too far from the hotel, sitting alone. I ordered my usual jack and coke and went to take a sip.

"Pffft" I spit it out. The alcohol tasted way too strong on Marissa's tongue. 

"Hey!" I heard from behind me. "Marissa?" A tall man wearing a suit had approached and was looking at me. I had no idea who it was. I stared back, perplexed.

"It's me, Byron! Our kids go to school together. Don't act like you don't remember me. Just saw you at the fundraiser there last week!"

"Oh, Byron!" I said, forcing myself to light up. I had no idea who this was but it seemed like it might be a good lead.

"Where's Martin?" He asked. I thought for a moment, before realizing Martin must be Marissa's husband. 

"Oh, on another business trip. He's just never around these days." I lied. "Just had a tough day at work so I decided to go for a drink."

"I'm sure that's tough." He said. "Being hasn't been amazing either. But at least we can keep each other company!" He grinned. "What are you having?" 

"Jack and coke. But I forgot I hate the taste." I said.

"You're acting different today Marissa. I like it." He added. "Here, let me get you something more your speed."

One drink became two, then three. Byron talked about his wife, who'd left him for another guy at her firm. I had a few awkward moments, including when I wasn't able to remember "my" kids' names. Luckily I was able to blame it on the drinks.

"They've put me up in a nice room upstairs, the view of the city is amazing." I said. "Wanna take this up there?"

Byron's eyes widened, but he was smart enough to not ask questions. "Lead the way."

It wasn't long before the door closed that I was all over him. 

"Wow Marissa, have to say I didn't take you for the hookup type." Byron said. 

"This is a whole new Marissa." I stared at him hungrily. "Stop talking and get over here before I change my mind."

I pushed him down, wanting to try riding on the real thing. 

I ran my fingers through my wetness, feeling tingles as I spread my lips and lined up with the upward facing cockhead.

"Ahhh" I gasped, its immense pressure providing me relief from my boundless sexual energy. I pushed forwards, backwards, feeling the long shaft stirring me up from inside. I let Byron's hands wander over my tits from below, stopping their squeezing every so often to pluck a nipple.

I stared directly ahead at the mirror. That woman, that work of art, that was me. Right now, I was the object of desire and attention of anyone I desired. I could have anyone, anytime. The world was my sexual playground. Men, women, toys, my fingers, there was no limit on the number of orgasms I could enjoy.

That woman, staring me in the mirror, moaning like a whore was enough to set me off. I came, erupting loudly. "MY PUSSY'S FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN." I half yelled, half cried, nearly blacked out from pleasure. I reached a hand down to paw at my burgeoning clit. I felt a push of something new.

I felt juices squirt out of me forced along by the inner contractions my body was involuntarily experiencing from the orgasm. My hair was sweaty and mussed and stuck to my face. When his dick slipped out, I stuffed it back inside. The whole spectacle was too much for Byron to handle. I felt his dick spasm as it emptied inside me.

"Wow. Marissa. I... never knew about this side of you." Byron said, still panting.

"Like I said. There's a new Marissa in town."

"Wanna meet up again sometime?" He asked.

Later that night, I lied in my bed, exhausted, a dildo back in my aching pussy, with Byron's number on a notepad next to me. 

I grabbed the phone, making a call.

"Wei. Is that you? It's me." I said, identifying myself since the new voice would have, to him, been unrecognizable.

"Yeah. How's the ride?" He asked.

"Fucking incredible. In fact, I can't leave." I said. 

"What?" Wei said. "You're staying in the body?"

"Yeah, I've decided I can't give this up. The tits, the looks, don't get me started on the orgasms."

"Ok, so why call?" He asked. "Just run away?"

"No, the cops are too used to that. I'll get tracked down. I mean, this body isn't exactly incognito. But I've got a plan."

"What is it?"

"When I go back, to swap back, just send Michael's consciousness back to him. Keep me in Marissa."

"Devious! I like it." Said Wei. "I'll get working on the system now. How are you gonna fake being her though? You have none of her memories!"

"I'll get by. Something tells me she's in her boss's good graces for awhile." I said, chuckling.