"Hey mom! Why'd you ask me to come to dinner today?" "My" daughter said as I stared straight down at the new tits I wanted so badly to be on my chest. Soon, they would be.
Right now, my hopping form was sat snugly inside the head of Morgan, controlling her every movement from the inside. Across from me was Bella, her oldest daughter. I was new to hopping, and had been having my fun in tons of women. Since activating my hopping powers by fucking my friend with benefits after she drunk texted me at 2 AM and pulled up to my place hammered, reeking of alcohol, no bra and talking with a man's voice, I'd left her and had fun all around the city.
No way I could hop my situationship's body in it's current condition. I chugged a beer and left my shitty place in the industrial part of town to head to the bar. Once I got there, I found some chick who was blackout drunk. Perfect, nobody would know the difference if I started acting crazy in her. Just another drunk chick making bad decisions. I cornered her and dove down her throat.
Since fingering that girl's pussy in the alleyway, I'd hopped all over town. I'd been a hot art museum curator and stolen a bunch of sculptures to sell on the black market. Not before fucking myself with an old Assyrian vase, of course. Then, I hopped a Latina who apparently was studying abroad from Spain, according to her memories.
That was when I got a call from my hopper mentor, Darren, called me. Apparently, I'd been breaking the rules.
He explained that there was a Hopper's Code, and I'd broken it. First of all, by hopping at the museum, I'd gotten caught on camera and that the government had been tipped off to hopper activity in the area. Second, that Latina was some diplomat's daughter. Who knew political figures were off limits?
Darren sent me a list of men and women in our area that were off limits. He warned me that he knew a few hoppers that had broken the rules in the past, and that things hadn't gone well for them. "It's not just for the good of the community..." He said. "It's for your own safety. If a body's off limits, there's a good reason."
Bruh, fuck that.
How was I gonna get these hopper powers just to learn that there were a bunch of rules associated with it? I got hit with the fucking bait-and-switch. The oldest trick in the book.
I looked at the list of off limits women. Some people I could get, I guess, like the mayor and the CEO of some bank. But there were a bunch of random people on here! Including some super hot women.
"The old hoppers definitely wanna hog these hot ass bodies all to themselves."
Bruh, fuck that.
I scrolled to one. Bella Alegretti, huh? Smoking hot, big jugs, tight abs and a face that could break marriages. Yeah, she was my next body. Fuck these stupid rules.
So I found her on my current body's Instagram. I didn't know where I could catch her, but it looked like her mom was a realtor locally. Jackpot.
I walked down to the realtor's office, and sure enough, there she was. It was almost too easy. I walked right up to her, still wearing the body of the Latina exchange student. "Hey! I wanna buy a house!" I said to her, sneering and yelling.
"Ok, did you have a specific type in mind, ma'am?" She replied, a bit taken aback by my directness.
I simply walked up to her, planted my lips on hers in the middle of the office. A receptionist stared at us in shock. My form flowed in blobs, sending my essence deeper into my new form. I shuffled myself inside of Mrs. Alegretti, connecting myself to her senses before dropping the Latina's unconscious body on the ground.
I checked out her body. Cute, but aging with wrinkles on the face and no tits to speak of. Where did Bella get them from? Even her mom didn't know, I thought as I pinched my mosquito bites through my shirt. The receptionist was still staring. "Marissa, take the rest of the day off." I laughed at her, before retreating into my office.
I threw my feet up onto my desk and spread my legs. Opening her phone, I threw Mrs. Alegretti's legs up onto the desk and spread them. I unzipped the jeans between my legs, reaching down, wiggling a hand underneath the panties to feel the already moistening lips.
Pulling up her daughter's tiktok, I slid my fingers deeper and deeper in myself, reaching up only to pinch and twist a tiny nipple. I scrolled through the videos, the ones where she let her tits hang, the ones where she said she hated being sexualized.
Before long my legs were crossed as I shoved my painted nails deep inside my temporary vagina, spasming with pleasure as I threw my head back. Whew, this body was quite the ride. Hopefully, mother would be like daughter, except younger and with way more to grab.
Soon after I texted Bella and told her I wanted to see her for dinner.
She was seated before I was. When I saw her, my mount's mind recognized immediately. I walked up behind her, giving her a big hug. Tucked safely in the guise of her own mom, I let my hands play up and around her breasts. I felt my clit quiver as I laid my hands on them, so soft and plush and so soon mine.
"Hey mom! That felt good!" She said, shimmying back and forth, showing her tits.
Immediately, her mom's memories flashed a warning sign. Not acting herself. Like she had been for the last few months.
I dug deeper. Though Bella was a bikini model and showed herself online, she slightly regretted it and wished, deep down, she'd chosen a more modest life. Out in public, she wore baggy cover-alls, which took the focus away from her deep curves.
But over the last little while, it seemed, she'd had a change overnight. Wearing low-cut tops, daisy dukes, bracelets, necklaces and a gold ring. What had happened that changed her? But despite their questioning and concern, Bella had claimed it was "the new her." Whatever that meant.
I decided to dig deeper. "You're really showing a lot of skin tonight Bella." I asked, using Morgan's motherly tone. "Is that how I raised you."
"Oh, no mom, of course not." She said. "But I really think it's empowering to play to my strengths. If you've got it, flaunt it, ya know!" She beamed back at me.
It seemed like a kind reply, but again, her mom's brain knew it was out of character for the normal Bella.
Whatever, at the end of the day I just needed to hop her. Who cares about this new streak. She wasn't acting crazy, so she probably wasn't hopped. All the hoppers I knew would trash a body after a week or two anyway, so fun was the only goal.
"Honey, I'm going to go freshen up before dinner. Wanna come with?" I asked, laying the groundwork to make my move.
"Kay mom!" She said, sauntering down and following me. It was a one person bathroom. I went in, and Bella waited outside.
"Come in with me honey." I said, smiling. "Um, okay mom." Bella said. Clearly not hopped, since they would have known that Bella hadn't come in a bathroom with her mom like this since she was a kid. Those hopper rules were clearly for no reason if they weren't gonna even use the mounts they were hogging.
As soon as the lock snapped shut I jumped. I pushed Bella against the wall and launched my hopper form with such force out of Morgan's mouth I literally leapt through the air in a stream from body to body. I dove deep, pushing my way up Bella's nose and mouth. I entered her head, pushing through cracks until I surrounded her brain. I dug my tendrils into her brain's many folds, ready to hook up to the senses as always. Only this time, I felt an energy pushing me back I wasn't used to. "Fuck that", I thought, pushing through, the energy then surrounding me and drawing me closer. That was better. Instantly, I felt the senses return. I saw smooth legs, a tight tummy and huge, huge tits enter my vision.
Yeah baby. Bella time.
I reached up to massage my massive tits. YES! They were everything I'd wanted and more. I stared at Morgan's body on the ground. Mom was not like daughter. Now that I was in here, daughter was way hornier.
I peeled through her memories to find what the personality stuff was all about.
Well, well, well.
That explained everything. I reached to the gold ring that Bella had started wearing three months ago. Well, that Bruce had started wearing three months ago that had let him move into Bella full time. No wonder he hadn't had the memories. The artifact, the Anima Vinculum, didn't have that as part of it's powers.
I reached down to slip off the ring. Instantly, I was back in what I new to be Bruce's apartment. Rather upscale! It seems that unlike most, Bruce had purchased the ring off a woman desperate to make some money. She was a humble immigrant housekeeper, and the ring had appeared to her after she'd spent weeks trying to find a job. Rather than give up her life for Bella's, she hadn't been able to leave her kids behind. Though she was enticed by the allure of starting fresh, it wouldn't mean a fresh start for the ones she loved the most.
"Ha!" I laughed. What an idiot. Better for me! I could have the ring, and the body. I could probably sell it too, or give it to a friend without hopping powers. This hopping stuff kept getting better and better!
I slid the ring back on, knowing what it would do. Immediately, I was back in Bella.
And something was very off.
There was black liquid seeping out of my mouth, nose and ears. My hopper form. Shit.
I tried to move myself back inside. But to no avail. Usually, when I was this far out, I'd lost connection to my mount's senses. But I was still in total control. Meanwhile, my hopper form was quickly rematerializing on the ground below me.
"What the fuck just happened!" My old body said as it's last extremities reconstituted from jelly.
I used Bella's body to grab myself. "That's my body you fuckwit." I said. I thought you were just a hot bitch with a big rack. Turns out, you were taking her body for a joyride, just like me.
"You're a hopper, huh?" My old self asked. "I ran into a few of you since I'd become Bella. But your kind usually knew better once they felt the power of the ring."
"That's a pity. Now give me my fucking body back." I said, trying to look as imposing as possible, a mean scowl on Bella's pretty face.
"The ring must have crossed it's wires. Gotten confused on which consciousness to send back since there were two in one brain. I guess it found yours as the only active one, and sent you back. Leaving me in your hopper form." Bruce responded.
"Well hop me back and we'll forget this thing ever happened." I said.
"How about we do it my way instead?"
Bruce reached out and pulled the ring off my finger with a firm tug. I landed in Bruce's apartment, in his body. With no way back.
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Epilogue
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Bruce immediately took the ring and slipped it on. He landed back in Bella, the body he'd been calling home for the last few months. Sure, he'd been a bit more promiscuous, having some flings with guys, moving toward bikini modelling instead of her traditional fare. But he planned to make her body his forever, and compared to the hopper, had been treating it with a sense of respect and long term future in mind.
"Mom, are you okay?" He reached down, comforting Morgan.
"What happened?" She asked. "I was just at work!"
"You tripped and fell, Mom. I was so worried about you! Let's get you home.
He'd survived yet another attempted hopping. This one was his closest call yet! But Bella's body was still his, and he'd keep taking good care of it. Hopefully this would teach them a lesson.
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Things were awful in Bruce's body. Turns out, I hadn't landed in his apartment. I landed in the new people who were renting that same unit. Bruce had stopped paying rent three months ago. How was I supposed to know, since I didn't have memories anymore. It was like Bruce's body was my own, and I never had powers.
I did still remember Bella's Instagram. I jerked off to it almost nightly, reminiscing that one grope of her boobs I'd had from the inside. If only I'd been smarter, I could have had a girl just like her. If only I'd followed The Hopper's Code.
