Soul Swapping Seduction

Morris had always been the meticulous one, his nose buried in books, while Jimmy was the type to flit through life like a butterfly, touching down only briefly before taking off again. They had been friends since childhood, a strange but steadfast bond that seemed to thrive on their differences.

Jimmy had a secret. He had the uncanny ability to manipulate souls, a power that he discovered in his early teens. But as he grew older, the extent of his powers grew with him, and he learned he could do something much more profound - he could remove a soul from its body. Of course, Morris being his best friend, he was the only one who knew.

Jimmy, with his messy hair and ever-present smirk, had a glint in his eye that spoke of mischief. He had always been the one to push boundaries, to find the loopholes in life's rules. And when he discovered his soul-swapping ability, it was as if the universe had handed him the cheat code to the game of life. The power was intoxicating, and he reveled in the thrill of slipping in and out of bodies like changing outfits. It was a secret he had to keep, lest he be labeled a madman. Of course, like all his schemes, Morris had been roped in.

Morris, on the other hand, was the epitome of a college student stereotype, with his glasses perpetually perched on the tip of his nose and a never-ending pile of textbooks scattered across his desk. His dedication to his studies was unmatched, and his peers often joked that he must have a direct hotline to the Library of Congress. The two friends couldn't have been more different, but their friendship was a balancing act that somehow worked.

As they strolled through the aisles of the local store, the fluorescent lights buzzing above them, Jimmy grabbed a bag of chips and popped it open, not bothering to pay first. "So, you're saying I should just wing it?" he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Wing what?" Morris responded, his voice tinged with exasperation. "The test? You know you can't just soul-swap your way out of this one."

Jimmy's grin only grew wider as he shrugged. "Why not? You're the brainiac. Your soul in my body would nail it. Then you can come back and tell me what I scored."

Morris stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "Jimmy, that's not how it works. And it's not ethical!"

Jimmy rolled his eyes, his smirk never wavering. "Oh, come on. Live a little, will ya? Besides, I'll return your soul faster than you can say 'integral'. What's the worst that could happen?"

Jimmy's eyes widened. "I know just how to convince you. Watch this." His eyes fell on a redhead, squatting, looking for some items. Her breasts were immaculate, and Morris stared deep into the valley of cleavage visible down her dress.

"Watch this." Jimmy said, his voice taking on a devilish tone as he approached the woman. "I might not be able to convince you, but I can think of someone who can." He chuckled, winking at Morris before leaning down and placing his hand on the woman's chest, between her breasts which flopped to each side. With a sickening squelch, his hand sunk into her skin, his arm disappearing up to the elbow. She had been startled by Jimmy approaching, but once his hand made contact, her body froze, motionless, eyes open, staring into the void.

Morris watched in shock and disbelief as Jimmy's body remained upright, his arm inside the woman's chest cavity.

He could see the outline of Jimmy's hand moving around, as if rummaging through a messy drawer. The woman's body jerked once, then went still. "You can't be serious," Morris murmured, his voice trembling.

But Jimmy was serious, his hand pulling back out, a glowing orb clutched in his fist. The orb was her soul, and it shimmered with a light that seemed to beckon. Without a word, he tossed it into the air and caught it again, his eyes never leaving Morris's horrified gaze. "Look," he said, his voice steady, "I'll show you it's safe."

And with that, he reached into his own chest, the same sickening sound echoing as he pulled out his own soul. It was a slightly larger orb, a deep blue hue, and it pulsed with the same energy as the woman's. He tossed the woman's soul to Morris, who fumbled with it, his eyes wide with fear and fascination. "Now, watch closely," Jimmy instructed, as if this were a science experiment rather than the most insane thing Morris had ever witnessed.

With surprising grace, Jimmy leaned over the unconscious woman and placed his soul into her body. The moment he did, her eyes fluttered open, and she took a deep, ragged breath. But the look in those eyes was all wrong; they were filled with a wild, animalistic hunger that was unmistakably Jimmy. The smirk that curled her lips was his, and the way she moved was his as well. His own body slumped down, his soul now being housed by a new vessel.

"Hey dude. Guess who?" The woman's body said, snickering.

Morris staggered back. "What the hell, Jimmy?" he squeaked, his voice cracking.

Jimmy, now in the redhead's body, shrugged his shoulders and winked at him, a gesture that was all Jimmy even though it played out on her features. "Who's Jimmy?" He gnawed at the gum she'd had in her mouth before taking over, smiling and looking straight down into his cleavage while Morris stared, slack jawed. "What? A girl can't have fun with her own body?" he asked, visibly loving that he was now piloting a female, scoffing and tossing his hair over each shoulder with a flick. He reached up and pulled the woman's top down, cupping and squeezing the breasts with a lewdness that made Morris's cheeks burn.

The woman's breasts were larger than any he had seen up close, and the sight of them in Jimmy's hands was an odd mix of fascinating and disturbing. He watched as Jimmy tweaked the pierced nipples, eliciting a gasp from the woman's lips. Despite how odd the situation was, a shiver of arousal raced down Morris's spine.

"It's incredible," Jimmy said, his mannerisms a perfect match for the woman's sultry tone. "It's like... everything's so much more intense. The smell of her shampoo, the sound of her voice, the way her body moves. No matter how many bodies I've been in, it never gets old. He paused, his expression one of pure ecstasy. "And the way these babies feel in my hands... it's like holding a warm, squishy bag of pure pleasure. I've checked out a ton of bodies in first person, but I've never had a rack this much fun to play with."

Morris couldn't deny it. Despite the fact that it was his male friend's soul in that body, the sight of those full, bountiful breasts being fondled so expertly was doing things to him. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his cheeks burned arousal. He knew he should be disgusted, but instead, he felt a strange curiosity, a hunger for something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He loved, deep down, that this woman was free for Jimmy to use, was his plaything.

The woman's tongue fished around her mouth. "Whoa, she's... got a piercing in here. In... whatever the fuck this thing is called." Jimmy held his top lip up, showing it off. "Such a trip!"

Jimmy turned to him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's simple, really. You let me temporarily drop you into my body for the test, and I'll let you titfuck me as a lady. Then, once the test is done, I'll come back to my own body, and as a little thank you," he winked, "I'm even willing to stuff your soul behind these tits for awhile. You interested?"

Morris's mind raced. He had always been the straight-laced one, but the thought of feeling her body, her curves, her... everything, was too tempting to ignore. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in that body, to feel the weight of those luscious breasts bouncing with every step, to have the power to bring himself pleasure with the flick of a wrist. The very thought of it made his heart skip, and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to push down the thrill bubbling up inside him. "But... how do I know you'll keep your word?"

Jimmy, still in the redhead's body, raised an eyebrow. "You think I'd leave you in this hot mess?" He laughed, the sound coming out in a strange, feminine giggle. "Besides, I'll make good on the first part of the deal right here, right now. You'll love it, I promise."

With a wicked grin, Jimmy got down on his knees, pushing the woman's voluptuous breasts together to form a soft, warm channel. He looked up at Morris with a hungry expression, his hand reaching out to unzip his friend's pants. "C'mon, Morris," he cooed, his voice a seductive purr. "Let's see what you're packing."

Morris's eyes darted around the aisle, his heart racing as he frantically checked for any signs of life. The last thing he needed was someone to catch them in this compromising situation. "Jimmy, what if someone sees us?" he hissed, his voice a tight whisper.

Jimmy just chuckled, his eyes never leaving Morris's now very obvious erection. "Relax," he said, his voice still in that infectious, flirty tone that didn't belong to the redhead's body. "It's not my body, remember?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Morris's crotch. "But if you're worried, I can make sure we're not disturbed." With a wave of his hand, the lights in the aisle flickered out, leaving them in a pool of darkness that was only broken by the soft glow of the soul orbs floating in the air.

He leaned in closer and gently tapped the head of Morris's cock against her nipples. They were so soft, contrasting with the hardness of the piercing, and the sensation was driving him wild.

"You like that?" Jimmy's voice was a seductive whisper, his hand guiding Morris's cock into the waiting valley of her breasts. The woman's body, now fully under Jimmy's control, arched her back, pushing her chest closer to him. "I knew you would."

Morris couldn't believe what was happening. His friend's soul was in control of this woman's body, and it was giving him the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. His cock slid between her breasts, the friction building as she squeezed them together, her hands cupping and adjusting the pressure as if she had done this a hundred times before. His eyes rolled back, and moaned aloud.

The sensation was indescribable. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, the way her breasts seemed to envelop him as he grew closer and closer to climax. With a final, desperate thrust, Morris felt his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He gripped the edges of the shelves behind him for support, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The woman's body - no, Jimmy's body - leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, a gesture that was both erotic and disturbing.

The tension in his balls coiled tightly before releasing in a hot, sticky wave. He came, spurting his seed onto her chest, painting her with his desire. The warmth spread over her skin, sticking to the curve of her breasts and the piercing in her nipple. Jimmy, in his new form, leaned back, watching with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. The woman's body quivered slightly, as if feeling the pleasure of Morris's release.

With a lazy grin, Jimmy leaned in and licked the cum off her chest, savoring the taste.

Jimmy flicked his wrist once more, the lights turning on with movement resuming as the other soul orbs returned to their rightful hosts. He smiled knowingly. "Looks like you're all set," he said, his voice still a sultry purr. "I'll be waiting for you after the test." With that, he turned and strutted back to his body, the redhead's hips swaying in a way that was unmistakably Jimmy's signature swagger.