Bodyhopper Saga 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Two for massage?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In an instant, I was in control of her body, looking out from behind her eyes. I saw her tits from a new perspective, jutting out and begging to be touched. So I did, my new hands gliding over the firm mounds, feeling the weight and the heat of them. I had to stifle a moan, remembering where I was.

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

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

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

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

"Nhanh thế. Anh ta trả tiền cho nửa giờ. Có chuyện gì thế?" The portly receptionist said to me, looking up from her magazine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Marcus?" Benji asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The receptionist's jaw dropped, she was speechless.

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

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

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

Bodyhopper Saga:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5