A Teen in Tits McGee 2

I was in!

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

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

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

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

But how could it make me feel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew.

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

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

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

"Buzzzz"

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

Shit. I guess I had to answer.

I tapped the green button. "Hello?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Claire? You there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's she saying?" Adam asked. 

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

"What do we do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to go back. So, so bad. 

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

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

Then, I'd be back.

A Teen in Tits McGee

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!