"Hey bro, take a look at this one." Ammad teased me from inside his newest mount's body.
"Ammad... not again." I replied, staring at the video on my phone.
About a month ago, my classmate Ammad had mysteriously acquired bodyhopping powers. Ever since, he'd been taking over the bodies of a bunch of different girls and teasing me from inside them. We weren't really friends, but as the two biggest outcasts we'd developed a friendship of sorts.
"Bro, these are the biggest tits I've worn yet, by far! Sooo fucking sensitive too, they're just screaming to be grabbed." He said, bouncing his tits, after facetiming me in what looked like a changing room.
"Take off your top then. Let me see them!" I asked, half pleading, wanting to see them.
"Nah, these are gonna be for me to enjoy. Privately." He giggled to himself before slipping the woman's leather coat back on.
"Ammad, you literally let me grab your tits before! What's your problem now?"
"Correction." He replied. "I let you grab Alina's tits. These are a whole new pair! And since you haven't seen them, I can still make you squirm."
"How did you even find her?"
"Well, I hopped some bitch who worked at Victoria's Secret. She was super flat, but that wasn't the point. I went in the system and found out who'd ordered the biggest bra in the past month. That's how I found Vicky here. I unhopped the worker and drove to Vicky's house, and boom! Mega tits Ammad was born."
"So you know nothing about her other than her bra size. Nice."
"Not really, but who needs to! She looks like a fucking bleach blonde bimbo and has the jugs to match. It's so horny in here, she's definitely a nympho. I've been swiping her credit card a bunch so I hope she's rich."
The way he talked about her like a kind of suit or room you could just step into and leave was so intoxicating. He had complete and utter power over her which meant he had power over me. Maybe I could just catch a glimpse.
"Can I at least see her if I come to your place?"
"Fine. But give me an hour so I can get home and cum a few times first! This pussy is gonna feel so good all plugged up." He laughed, before ending the call.
Later that day, I was waiting outside Ammad's run down apartment. I'd knocked on his door like ten times, and he still wasn't coming to the door. I knew he was in there though, because I heard a woman's voice screaming and moaning periodically.
Finally, he came to the door.
"Hey bro, sorry." Ammad said, out of breath. "You caught me mid-orgasm. Did you know her legs literally buck when she finishes? Oh, and I had to throw on this bra. No freebies for you!"
I was mesmerized by the woman in front of me, my mind betraying me as I knew my infatuation would only serve to give him more leverage.
We walked inside his apartment, and Ammad wasn't lying. Dildos and vibrators were strewn all over the ground. He'd probably been using them to stuff and shake the pussies of the various girls he'd been wearing over the last few weeks. The air smelled salty, Ammad's temporary pussy's musk filling the air.
"Yeah, this one has a boyfriend who's been texting her phone all day. Guess they had a date or something." Ammad was rubbing his hand between his tits absentmindedly. "I'm tempted to call him and tell him I wanna break up, just to see his reaction."
"You fucking dick!"
"Not dick, pussy. Actually, one which wants to fucking cum again. So bad. I'll be in the bathroom." He smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing and how crazy this was making me. He grabbed a dildo and stuffed it between his tits, storing it for what he was about to do. He blew me a kiss with both hands, then closed himself in the bathroom before giggling.
I sat on the couch, moans pouring from the bathroom. I scrolled TikToks aimlessly on my phone with the volume all the way up, trying to drown them out.
"Oh my God this pussy's about to explode." I heard him moan from the bathroom.
"Ugh!" I said to myself. I was pissed, but so turned on. The thought of that big titted woman fucking herself silly with only a thin piece of wood between us was driving me nuts. The fact that my scrawny Pakistani friend was inside was driving me insane.
Getting up, I walked in Ammad's room. It was disheveled, with bras and women's clothing strewn around the floor, mixed with his own male clothing. He had a stack of papers on his desk. But beneath one, a glint of gold.
Lifting the papers, I found a glistening scroll. The possession scroll! The very same one Ammad had told me gave him the powers to begin with.
On it were two drawings which looked kind of like hieroglyphics. In one, smoke going inside someone's mouth. At the bottom, smoke coming out. Beside each, there were some words in a language I didn't know.
Could it be that this was the source of his powers?
Moans continued as I messed with the scroll. Seeing the image of smoke leaving the mouth, I read the words out loud. Suddenly, the scroll started glowing. Simultaneously, the moaning stopped and I heard some thuds and clatter from inside the bathroom. Soon after, a pulse of pure glowing gold energy flew into the door, and into the scroll.
Scroll in hand, I ran outside. As soon as I did, I saw Ammad's head poking out from behind the bathroom door. Not a female. Actually Ammad.
"Dude, what did you do!"
He saw the scroll in my hand. "What the fuck! This is not a joke! Stop playing with that." He opened the door more. Inside, was the woman, her body nude as she came to. Her tits were immaculate and jiggled everywhere, but her panic struck fear into Ammad.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" She yelled, looking everywhere and covering her tits.
Ammad dove at me, reaching from the scroll. But it was no use. In his own body, he was tiny. Much smaller than the woman, let alone me. With a shove, I pushed him away, locking myself in his room.
"Oh my god, was this just inside me!?" The woman's voice said, panicking. Ammad pounded on the door. "LET ME IN!"
My heart thumped. I looked back at the scroll. One side had smoke pouring in. The other, coming out. Well, I had just read the coming out side, so I had an idea of what to try. I spoke the incantation on the other side, where smoke flew into the mouth of the Egyptian Pharaoh looking guy.
Instantly, gold light poured from the scroll, and energy shot inside my body. I was filled, head to toe, by a power I'd thought was only there in myths. The scroll dropped to the ground. Outside, Ammad's pounding grew frantic, his voice breaking. "No, bro! Please!"
Somehow, I knew how to use my new gift. My consciousness detached from my own flesh. My limbs faded, dissolving into thick, swirling smoke. Panic vanished, replaced by a strange, euphoric lightness. Then, my vapor form effortlessly streamed under the door and into the apartment’s main room. Through the haze of vapor, I saw Ammad fall backward onto the hallway floor, eyes wide.
The naked woman stood frozen in terror, eyes wild, clutching her breasts as she hyperventilated. My smoky essence surged toward her open mouth, which was a gaping portal of panic, and poured in. I filled her lungs first, then diffused to every corner of her volutuptuous form. Her scream choked off mid-breath. Her body stiffened violently, shuddering as if electrocuted. Then, stillness.
I blinked through her eyes. Platinum blonde hair tickled my cheeks. My vision swam, adjusting. Below stretched pale flesh, impossibly large breasts swelling beneath my chin. They hung heavy on a frame that felt fragile, bony shoulders jutting sharply beneath smooth skin. I lifted her hands, nails painted with designs and sharp to a point, and tentatively brushed fingertips against a nipple. A shiver of pure, electric sensation rocketed through nerves I didn’t know existed, sharp and sweet, making my new knees wobble. "Holy shit… these are mine."
Below the tits, which jutted out like two basketballs on my chest, was acres of smooth white skin. My hips were wide and legs were toned, curvy in all the right places. For a body this busty, her waist was crazy tight. Ammad was an asshole, but he'd really picked a winner.
Speaking of, Ammad's voice, high-pitched with panic. "You fucking possessed her? She was mine!". I turned toward the sound, a slow, deliberate pivot that made unfamiliar hips sway. Her feet padded silently across the cold laminate floor. and pulled the door open wide.
Ammad stumbled forward, catching himself against the doorframe. His eyes flew upward, widening as they traveled over bare skin, the curve of waist, swell of hips, the dark triangle peeking between trembling legs, before locking onto my face.
I stepped fully into the hallway, utterly nude. The air felt cold on Vicky’s skin, tightening the flesh of her heavy breasts. "Didn't what?" I asked, tilting her head. The voice was hers, husky, melodic, but laced with my own slow amusement. I ran a hand lazily up her flank, fingers tracing ribs before cupping her own plump breast beneath its weight. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as my thumb brushed the hardened nipple.
"Whoa" I thought. "That's me!"
Ammad flinched as if struck. "See?" I murmured, squeezing gently, watching his gaze fixate helplessly. "They are screaming to be grabbed." I bounced them once, twice, just as he had done earlier. The jiggle was hypnotic, heavy flesh shuddering against my ribs. "Feels incredible," I sighed. "So hot… so sensitive." His knuckles were white where they gripped the doorframe. I stared at my body in the mirror as I teased him, the curves bounding out, the pussy neatly tucked away beneath my wide hips.
"Teasing is way easier with tits. Ha!"
Ignoring his choked protest, I turned toward the living room, scanning the disarrayed floor. A silky, pink dress lay crumpled near the couch, half-hidden beneath a discarded pair of male jeans. I picked it up, the fabric cool and slippery. It smelled faintly of Vicky’s floral perfume mixed with Ammad’s stale sweat. Sliding it over her head felt alien.
The silk whispering against unfamiliar skin, pooling strangely around unfamiliar hips before settling. The dress clung, far too tight across the expanse of my chest. The neckline plunged obscenely low, barely containing her cleavage. A deep breath made straining fabric groan. Good. Below, the hem hit mid-thigh, exposing long, pale legs. I deliberately didn't touch her discarded underwear.
Behind me, Ammad scrambled forward, fingers clutching my borrowed wrist. "Please, man! Don't leave! We can talk!" His touch sent a jolt through Vicky’s nerves, not pleasure, just raw sensation, heightened and alien.
His eyes were frantic, pupils dilated, repeatedly darting to the scroll still visible through the bedroom door. I yanked my arm free easily; her strength surprised me. "Talk?" I echoed, letting her husky voice drip sarcasm. "Like you talked when you teased me? When you locked yourself away?"
My gaze slid pointedly toward the bathroom door, where evidence of his 'private enjoyment' still littered the floor. His face flushed crimson. Turning away, my eyes landed on a pair of cheap-looking strappy sandals near the kitchen counter. Three-inch heels, black plastic. "Perfect." Slipping into them clicked sharply on the laminate.
As I left, I grabbed Vicky's purse. Reaching down, I grabbed a dildo. I'd need that later. Ammad tugged at the hem of my silky dress, his fingers trembling against my thigh. "What the fuck, man! Give her back!" he pleaded, voice cracking. The sniveling bastard had treated girls like toys, and wouldn't share. Well, I was no better.
The scent of sweat and musk clung to the cramped hallway, mixing with Vicky's floral perfume radiating from my skin. I didn’t glance back, just wrenched my leg free with a sharp twist that sent him stumbling against the wall. The door slammed behind me with finality, cutting off his choked curses.
I took my tits out from inside my silky dress, where they had rested unrestrained by a bra, letting their weight bounce back against my chest.
"Fuck yes."
The whisper hissed through Vicky’s lips—my lips—as I pressed her bare back against the cool plaster wall of Ammad’s dim hallway. One hand slid beneath the tight green silk, fingers finding the hot, swollen flesh of my new breast. The nipple puckered instantly under my touch, sending shockwaves of raw, electric pleasure straight to my borrowed core. I squeezed hard, arching her spine, letting a moan rumble deep in her throat. The sensation was overwhelming and alien yet intimately mine. Each nerve ending screaming with hypersensitive delight.
I’d fantasized about tits like these for years, and now they were mine to command, heavy and ripe beneath trembling fingers. Downstairs, Vicky’s pussy pulsed in time with my heartbeat, wet and desperate, already clenching around nothing. Ammad’s pathetic whimpering from behind the door was just background noise. This was power. Pure, carnal ownership.
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Later that night, I was on facetime with Ammad. It was my turn to tease him like he'd done to me. I'd gone back to Vicky's place and was making up for lost time over the last few hours. Although the scroll was still at his, he couldn't force me to de-possess Vicky like I'd done to him. Something about me casting the spell against him meant he couldn't cast the return spell.
"I've been having so much fun with these tits. Did you know she can stuff them in her mouth?" I laughed, rubbing my tits on the phone camera. They hung so buoyantly, were so bouncy and fun to play with.
"I do know. I was her a few hours ago, remember?" Ammad said, pissed off but not able to look away from the giant boobs filling his phone screen.
"Me? You have to be mistaken. I'm a sexy, curvy, voluptuous woman, and, well, you're just a scrawny little kid." I teased him in a sexy voice.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you."
"Wanna see them?" I teased swaying them back and forth in the sports bra.
"Umm... yes?" He said.
"Well too bad!" I laughed to myself. "A woman shouldn't be a slut with some guy she's never met."
"You bastard!"
I laughed out loud. Off camera, I took off my top. "Luckily, I've had a change of heart today. Unlike you, I'm not a massive tease." I centered the camera on my face. "Boom!" I shouted, letting my bare tits come into view.
I played with them and watched Ammad start to drool. "Don't you dare touch yourself," I ordered, keeping Vicky's voice low and commanding. I traced lazy circles around her nipples, each touch sending sparks through her nerves. "You didn't appreciate these, Ammad. Too busy rushing to cum." I cupped them fully, pressing them together till they spilled over my fingers. "They deserve worship. Slow. Thorough." He groaned, a raw, needy sound, and I knew he was hard just staring at the screen. Her body responded too, a flush spreading down her chest, her breath quickening. This power tasted sweeter than revenge.
I hung up.
I set up my phone to record. Slowly, I massaged my tits. I oiled them up, reveling in how great it felt to have massive tits attached to my body and grab them whenever I wanted. I felt them up for hours, talking and talking about how amazing they were. Maybe I'd send it to Ammad later, maybe I'd keep it for my own jerk material.
But for now, these tits were all me. I was Vicky. I had huge tits. I could cum ten times in a row, and I'd make sure Ammad got nice and jealous before he saw anything.
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