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!