Teasing's Easier With Tits Finale

 "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.

Short Stories

Some short posts using TikToks I didn't know how to fit into a longer story. Enjoy.

Teasing's Easier With Tits 2

"Like the new body?" Ammad asked, sending me a video while I facetimed him. 

I was speechless. Somehow, this was his hottest body yet.

"My eyes aren't on my huge, slippery tits, bro. I'll take that as a yes, then? You wish you could motorboat these puppies.

"You certainly have a type, Ammad." I responded, the disapproval in my voice hiding the lust I was feeling toward his new form. "You got tired of Maile already?"

"Yeah, her body was hot for our college but Alina here's a real model. Plus, she hit her period and I was not staying for that."

"Which body do you like better?"

"Well, Maile's boobs were a lot more sensitive. But Alina's are even bigger than hers. I've always loved tits and now I have a giant pair on my own body to do whatever I want with! I love the attention Alina gets, she has like 100 times as many followers as Maile. I think her face card is better too."

That flustered me. I had to admit it turned me on, even though I hated that my body was responding that way to fucking Ammad of all people, even if it was him only in mind. "What have you been doing in there?"

"Well, first, I oiled up my tits and played with them for like an hour. Did you know she can suck on them? It's what sucking your own dick probably feels like but way less gay. Then, I flicked my brand new clit until I started cumming like a crazy woman."

My body flickered with rage and jealousy. I didn't bother asking for more details, I knew it was only going to rile me up more and Ammad would never give me enough to actually finish. He loved taunting me, which he was able to do even now by absentmindedly massaging his massive jugs as I stared at that body relaxing in the water somewhere.

"Bro, where the fuck are you by the way?"

"I'm in Italy! Once I opened Alina's phone I saw she had tons of DMs from guys saying they'd pay her tons of money and fly her out. So, I decided to take one of them up on it. I figured I'd earn myself some extra cash. My life is so much better than yours."

He was right, but I wouldn't let it show. Why the hell did Ammad, my most nerdy and perverted friends get hopping powers? It should have been me! I was getting turned on just thinking what it would be like in there. 

"Ammad. You do understand the implication of a guy flying you out."

"Are you saying he thinks I'm gonna sleep with him? HA! I won't even let you touch my tits, you really think it's gonna be hard to stop a guy from fucking my whole pussy?"

"Whatever man, sounds like you've got things under control in there. By the way, can I get some spicy pics?"

"Nah, don't feel like it. Make sure you add this facetime to your spank bank!"

The Hopper's Code

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Crossing Paths With an Old Mount

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Teasing's Easier With Tits

"You wish you had these tits." My friend Ammad taunted me from inside his mount's body.

My friend Ammad recently acquired bodyhopping powers from a magic scroll he'd gotten from a weird shop in the mall that I'd never seen before. Ever since, he'd been living it up. Hot chick? Hop her. Want to fuck her? Hop her boyfriend. Bad grades? Hop the teacher. 

His favorite pastime recently had been taunting me. He just hopped Maile, the hottest girl in our college and texted me. 

Couldn't Help but Hop

"Hey man, any leads yet?" Cordell asked, head turning away from the shitty early 2000s computer our library still had for some reason.

"Nah dude. This applying to jobs bullshit is going nowhere." I said, turning towards him slightly. "Why the fuck did we do this again?"

"Because one of our mounts got arrested. Remember." I responded.

Cordell and I were trying to turn it around. We've been on the run for years, spending money, getting drunk, doing drugs, having sex. But not in our bodies. We're body hoppers, and we're trying to reform. He was my mentor originally, teaching me the ways of my powers before I knew I even had them. He's in his sixties, I'm in my forties. Other than hopping, we've got nothing else to our name.

"Yeah, but she had it coming anyway. She was a damn hooker!" Cordell yell/whispered over the other patrons. 

"A hooker that we made rob a gas station." I sighed.

"Yeah, well it was you that swore my dick sucking skills weren't good enough to get a cop to go rogue. You basically made me do it!" He yelled back.

"SHhhhhhh!" The librarian hushed us from across the room.

We went back to clacking away.

I was lost in my work for ten or so minutes, trying to apply through job corps to get a position at Taco Bell. But then Cordell broke my concentration. 

He was looking to the side, staring. At a girl.

"No. Cordell. We said we were done!"

"I can't help it." Was all Cordell said as he walked towards the girl. She was young, maybe a high school senior, maybe a freshman in college. She had an innocence about her that I knew Cordell was going to take advantage of. So, I followed behind him closely. 

But I wasn't fast enough.

She looked up to him, ready to say something but he jumped. He was an expert, skills perfected from years of hopping. Midair, his body liquified, perfectly hitting her mouth and rushing in. She was knocked back towards the couch as fluid gushed into her mouth for about a second. Then, her eyes opened again. Only, there was an entirely different look in her eyes.

"Hi Mark." She said back, grinning and leaning in towards me. She started pressing her body up against me, rubbing it, moving her tits. Her eyes looked up and to the side, flipping through his mount's memories for the first time. "I'm Sara, and I'm an 18 year old virgin." He wiggled off his panties and threw them at me.

"Cordell. Get out of her. She's young, doesn't deserve this!"

"I can already tell she's so responsive. She's already getting wet and my pussy is literally burning, not thirty seconds after getting in. God, I love young bodies." 

"Dude, we swore it off! I can't believe you broke this fucking fast."

His eyes flicked up and to the side again. "Oh man, she's a Christian and hasn't ever masturbated before. Although she did cum once from reading Twilight fanfiction."

He walked away. I grabbed him roughly by his tiny arm. I started to pull him out the door, past the librarian, but he leaned in. "Let me go or I yell "rape" " I had no choice but to follow him.

He found a seat at the computers we'd just been at. Luckily, they were secluded, far away from the other visitors. He sat his cute little butt in one of the chairs, hiking up his dress to show that teen pussy between his legs.

"I'm telling you this cunt's gushing." Cordell started, clearly overwhelmed by how the world felt through this tiny, pent up body. "Once I'm done, you've gotta have a turn."

"I'm gonna make her fucking explode." Cordell said.

He started fingering his virgin pussy. His technique was perfect. He'd fingered thousands of pussies before, and robbed the memories of nymphomaniacs and prostitutes who'd developed the best technique for themselves. Hell, I'd done the same. With two fingers, he pumped inside himself, angled, I was sure, directly at his G-spot. His thumb stayed outside, poking and prodding at the clit with every stroke. He lightly pinched his clit, an old trick he'd taught me to push a pussy you're wearing over the edge.

"I'm gonna..." He couldn't finish before he silently quaked in orgasmic delight, less than 30 seconds after he'd started. His eyes screwed tight shut, overwhelmed by pleasure from the second orgasm this body'd ever had. 

As he continued shaking, fighting screams, I couldn't help but feel jealous. Why did he get all the pleasure when I was trying to do the right thing?

Footsteps. I reached over, pulling the dress down, covering the body. A man came into view, passing our computer nook, then disappearing down the corridor. Cordell's teen body was still vibrating gently, one hand between its legs, one covering its mouth, hunched over.

Cordell's slowly relaxed, breathing deeply, recovering from teen orgasmic paradise. A minute later, he finally spoke.

"That. Was. Amazing." Was all he could say, grinning ear to ear. 

"You sure you don't want in here? He opened his cunt, flashing his clit and hole. God, I missed having one of those. I was nearly about ready to turn into my hopper form and jump in before Cordell noticed me leaning and clapped his legs shut.

"Uh uh, no hoppy hoppy for you mister. You snooze you lose and I want another orgasm like that."

He got up, walking away to behind a bookshelf which came up to about chest height. He squatted, then lifted his dress to show his tits and pussy.

"Ya know, you looked so hypnotized by my last orgasm, you can help with my next one."

"I'll take that consolation prize."

He bent over, flashing his asshole and cunt. I squatted, hiding behind the bookshelf, then took two fingers and lodged them inside. Cordell let out a gasp. Wow, she really was tight. I pumped back and forth. Cordell was loving it, my fingers bigger than his mount's. He started rocking by pushing back on a bookshelf he was hunched over, pretending to examine some books, but really urging my fingers ever deeper inside his tiny body. He reached a hand down to massage his clit, all the while pretending to check out Pride and Prejudice.

I felt his pussy clamp down and looked up. He was cumming again. His face was a grimace, and any onlooker would have thought this teen girl was suspiciously moved by classic literature. He saw someone coming and squatted too. Soon, we were both hiding behind the shelf. His dress fell back into place as the librarian rounded the corner.

"Everything okay back here, Miss?" They said, surprised to see her in my arms, shaking. "My niece just had a rough day. Needed a good cry." I said, Cordell in no place to form words. His face was turned away. They couldn't see his mouth gaped wide in ecstasy, thinking the shakes and little gasps were sobs. I just hoped they couldn't smell the musk of pussy filling the air.

"Okay..." They said, skeptical. "Just.. let me know if you need anything."

They walked away. Cordell just faced me and giggled. God, he could get away with murder in that body, it was so innocent and cute.

"Check out these tits." He said, looking up and to the right. "They're so goddamn sensitive. They used to be small but grew to be this nice and perky when she was sixteen. Now that she's eighteen, she's secretly envious of girls with big tits, but judges them for being promiscuous."

"Pinching my nipples is giving me the cummies again." He said in a baby voice as I played with her tits. Cordell reached for my dick, rubbing my pants, then unzipping them and taking my cock in his petite hands.

He stroked me back and forth so perfectly. His last mount was a hooker with fake tits and plastic lips, years of experience and had thousands of dicks inside her. He'd moved backwards in age, bringing that experience with him as he invaded a teen Christian, taking a shortcut to virginity without even having to become born again.

"I need that fat dick of yours in me pronto." Cordell said, baby doll eyes looking up at me, incongruent with his crude choice of words. 

"Not here!" I whispered back, incredulous. "We almost got caught twice, plus we already got a mount in trouble this week! Let's not go from robbery to public indecency."

"Shhh... If you fuck me good enough I'll let you possess her through her pussy." He said, gesturing to his body.

How could I say no to that.

He laid on his back, dress up, legs spread, pussy wide. I slipped my dick out of my pants, on edge, ready to stand up at a moment's notice. Cordell reached his hands out and pulled me closer. My dick was right on the edge now, hovering above his mount's pussy. I'd been where he is right now many times before. That feeling of emptiness, needing to be filled. It was always overwhelmingly strong, even when it wasn't a teen body. He climbed towards me, the urgency of getting caught forcing us together and my dick deep inside his hole in one stroke.

"Ohhhh!" He whimpered as the pussy he now wore was filled for the first time ever. Cordell reveled in virgin pleasure as he rocked back and forth. He pulled his top down. Any worry of getting caught has faded away as we both were deep in the throes of reckless abandon. The thought of taking this teen body's virginity was admittedly so taboo which made it all even hotter.

We'd given in completely to the allure of hopping. It was a gift, it was a curse. We'd become destructive forces that unleashed the sexual energy of everything we touched, unable to restrain even ourselves. 

Her face grinned at me one last time, a tit bobbing with our movements. I couldn't take it. My dick started pulsing as I pulled out and squirted cum all over Cordell's teen pelvis.

"Already? Stick that dick back in, I haven't cum yet!!" He yelled, way too loud. I gave a few more strokes before pulling away. I heard footsteps.

"Miss? What's going on back here." We pulled away before he could finish.

"Handle this one for me." I replied, exhausted. 

"I got you buddy." He flashed me a wide grin, then calmed himself. He was going to use his hopper acting chops. He looked up and to the right, digging into his mount's memories to play her part even better.

Cordell's face turned into a crying pout before standing up. "Miss librarian?"

"I heard noises. I'm not sure if I heard what I thought I heard, but you two need to leave. Now."

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend, he just broke up with me. My uncle, well, he's the only one who really gets me. I'm not sure what you're implying, but I'm so hurt over this. Don't you remember what it's like being a teen in love? I don't..."

I lost focus as I recovered from my post orgasmic glory. I tucked my dick away. Well, I guess this hopping ban was off. From the sound of it, I was next up inside that mount.

The librarian walked over, Cordell in tow. He was sobbing, but gave me a wink as the librarian approached.

"I'm sorry you two. It's just a bit of an odd place to console someone. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you two to leave."

We gathered our things from the computers where we were originally seated and walked outside. Cordell immediately turned to me and smiled.

"Thanks for all the orgasms." He said, grinning the girl's cute, innocent grin.

"I believe we had a deal?" I said, grinning right back. 

We walked behind the library. Cordell leaned forward, I lifted his dress. With one hand, I spread his pussy while leaning forward. On the way my face turned into a gooey mess. I went inside face first. My slime form filled her, and I could feel the rest of my body pouring into her, turning into slime as I climbed into her orifices completely. I felt slime ahead of me, knowing that was Cordell. Hoppers can fight another hopper for entry, but he didn't, making space by leaving through her mouth, though I couldn't see it. Or, at least not yet. Once I found her brain, I started enveloping and seeping into it. My hopper form automatically wired itself into her nervous system, giving me control, and giving me access to her senses.

Once I was tapped into her vision I could see Cordell reforming in front of me. 

I was in!

All I could do was lean forward and giggle. I knew how cute it looked on this body, and now it was me who looked so cute.

I was elated. I missed this so much. Having tits, a pussy, looking oh so fuckable. Why did I ever give this up?

"Good to be back, eh buddy." Cordell asked as I felt up my new tits. 

"You fuckin said it." I replied.

"I believe you owe me an orgasm." Cordell said. 

"What do you mean?" I replied, brushing my hair behind my right ear.

"Remember how you came early when I was Miss Teen Tits? You gave me a serious case of blue walls!"

"Blue walls?"

"Like blue balls, but for a chick body!"

"Yeah, and those walls are mine now." I sassed back. If I was going to be a teen I was gonna be bratty, not straight laced and Christian like... (my eyes flashed up and right) Sara. 

"So it's me that should be cumming." I finished. "And I know just how to do it. Here. Facetime me. I'm going back in."

I walked into the employee entrance, the backdoor of the library from which we'd just been thrown out.

"You slutty bastard." Cordell shouted as the door slammed behind me.

I was gonna finish Sara's orgasm right where she started it. 

Her pussy was divine. Rubbing that beady clit while pinching my nipples, God it was good to be back at the controls of a chick. I came twice within thirty seconds. Sucking my juices off my fingers, she was salty, tangy and perfect.

The librarian's jaw dropped as I walked out the door.

"Did you just come back in?"

"Sorry, couldn't help it."

Terrorized By My Bully

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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 appearances.

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, not wanting the lady upfront to think anything was amiss.

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. "Hey cutie." I said, patting it twice. "I'm gonna have so many orgasms with you."

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. Use her memories... you can too... find out how...

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.

To really show her a new Tran was in town, I leaned forward, giving my tits a big squeeze. I shook them up and down, getting a hoot from the other guys in the waiting room. I blew a kiss in the receptionist's direction.

Benji, meanwhile, stood there, confused. I realized I'd just had an entire conversation in fluent Vietnamese, and he'd understood nothing. I re-adjusted my boobs in my top, 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

Bodyhopper Saga 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I woke up again with liquor on my breath and tits on my chest.

My name's Ken, and I've been a bodyhopper for the better part of the last two decades. It still hasn't gotten old. Experiencing the world from the eyes of another opens up endless possibilites. For me, that mainly meant experiencing sex with and as smoking hot women. Still though, I liked to spice things up every once in awhile. Right now this meant training a newbie hopper named Marcus who I'd just bumped into while borrowing some snatch at his old company.

No matter whose eyes he was behind, he always gave me looks like I was a bit mean and heartless. Well, I used to be homeless before I got my powers, so I've been treated like shit my whole life. Plus, when you look into the memories of enough rich bitches you realize nobody cares about anything but themselves. Call me old and jaded, but I have no issue using bodies for my own sexual adventures. God knows you would if you could.

I was currently in the body of Jackie, a big titted secretary who I tend to hop on a regular basis. I was always a tits man, plus her orgasms are some of the best I've had. She had kind of become a bit of a home base body for me and I had recently been wearing her enough for her fiance to become a bit suspicious of of all the lost time. Whatever. Anyway, her cunt was rubbed raw so it was time to swap it out for a new one.

Taking her back to her work (hey, I'm not all bad), I hopped out, leaving her body by her desk. Those tits. They were absolutely immaculate, and I couldn't resist unbuttoning her top and having a few squeezes before she came to.

As I walked out, planning my next hop, I saw the door open. Not this bitch again.

"Excuse me sir, what are you doing in here? Jackie? Are you ok?"

It was that fat slut who had interrupted me when I was jilling off in Diana yesterday. Well, I guess that was Marcus as her, but same body. There was only one way to shut her up. To be her. I leaned over, and instantly I slid inside her body, taking complete control in a matter of seconds.

"Ok, testing, testing. This is fat bitch." I said in her voice. "Looks like her name's Maisy." I concentrated on the memory of me grabbing Jackie's tits... aaaand... yep. Got it. I wiped her memory of this, an old hopper trick I'd learned awhile back. "Can't have you getting suspicious if I get back in Jackie!"

As I spoke, I absentmindedly rubbed up and down on my new tits. "Jeez, these could be fun to play with for awhile. Maybe this body isn't all bad."

The first thing I did was take off her top and gargantuan bra to take inventory of these new breasts.

Like I said, I was always a tits man, so this was a fun change of pace from my usual fare of skinny chicks with big tits. Being a fat girl meant you unlocked tits of massive proportions, but you did have to put up with the rest.

I decided to try one of my favorite fat bitch tricks... sucking on my own nipples. You need to mount a bitch with huge tits for it to work, and even Jackie can't do it perfectly. But Maisy was able to get her entire tit stuffed in her mouth. For those that have never worn female nipples, it feels like getting a blowjob. It's literally that good. Maisy's tits weren't the most sensitive, but damn it was still amazing.

Just as I had switched boobs I heard Jackie coming to. "Where... where am I?" She asked herself. "Maisy, is that you? Why are your breasts out?"

"Shut up sugar tits." I added, reaching down to give my pussy a rub. I didn't think I would be hopping Maisy again, so I didn't really care if she got fired. "You're just jealous I've got a bigger rack than you."

"Put your clothes back on at once!" She shouted. "You forget I'm the secretary to the CEO!"

I just squeezed my tits while smiling ear to ear.

"Whatever. Shut your whore mouth." I made Maisy say, popping her tits back in her bra and heading out to see what mischief I could get in before I got this fat slut fired.

I decided to pop down at her desk to plan my next move. After sending some nudes to some coworkers, I realized my back was hurting from lugging these massive tits around. "H-cup, oh my God" I added as I pulled from her memories. I threw my tits up on the table, allowing them to rest and giving my back the relief it needed.

"Wait.. there's no way." I added as I turned Maisy's face into an evil smirk. I lowered my head down, and yep, her tits were big enough to use as pillows.

I smiled to myself as I rested comfortably on my own tits and dozed off.

Before long though, I was woken up by office security. "Miss Milton, I'm going to have to escort you off the premises." He said. Fine by me. I packed a few of her things in a backpack before walking down and hopping in her car.

After driving to hers, I decided to finally have a proper go at her pussy. I rubbed my hand up and down the folds of my cunt, my pudgy belly getting in the way slightly and pushing on my forearm. Her clit wasn't the most responsive, and I felt myself getting out of breath easily. But before long, I felt waves of ecstasy begin to build - a female orgasm. Even when they're bad, they're still damn good. Afterwards, I laid back to bask in her afterglow and fondle those tits again.

Afterwards, I just slid into her bed, pulling out her phone to go thru her social media to find my next victim. This body was fun as a change of pace, but personally I was more into the supermodel types. But that's the beauty of being a bodyhopper, trying out all body types. Old, young, thick, skinny, hot, ugly. I had tried them all, and knew my ideal host.

"Ooh, who's this? I asked myself. It looked like a hot young intern, who worked at the same company as Maisy and Jackie. Might have to give her a try.

All of a sudden, I got a call. "Marcus? That you boy?" I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.

"Ken? Thought I might find you at this number." Marcus said in his own voice. "Is it true you got Maisy fired? What the fuck man? I woke up to a call on Diana's phone saying one of the employees had sent videos of herself masturbating over the company email!"

"Do you care about this fat slut?" I said back, half laughing.

"I mean, she was always nice to me when she worked there. She was always so quiet! Why not someone who's an actual asshole and might have deserved it?"

I was getting tired of Marcus's waffling. I was a bodyhopper, and I would do what I want. I decided to use some of Maisy's assets to help speed the process along. Sending a facetime, I saw Marcus pick up in his own body as I used my new massive tits to shut him up.

"Marcus... why don't you come over here so I can show you a good time." I added, shifting my voice to hers.

"I don't know, would she want this?"

"Trust me, she really wants this. Her pussy is drenched" I added an extra squeeze to accentuate my point.

"I'm on my way." He said before hanging up.

I stood up, taking a look at my new body in the mirror. My new POV wasn't so bad. Huge fat tits, and the face was honestly decent.

I'd move on soon, but there were worse bodies to get fucked in.

Bodyhopper Saga 4

Part 1, part 2, part 3

After discovering I had bodyswap powers a few weeks back, I had been living the life. I'd essentially had a nonstop cumfest in the bodies of any woman that caught my fancy, including a busty milfs, a bratty high school senior, and a sexy police officer who pulled me over. It was incredible to wear their bodies, that was certain, but walking around and masquerading as them was intoxicating.

So when I saw Maisy, one of my former coworkers, I decided to hop inside. I had quit my job soon after getting my powers, since I could essentially body surf instead of stay in one place. Maisy wasn't the cutest, not by a longshot. She had scruffy hair and was fairly wide around the middle. Still, I thought it would be fun to walk around in her body and check out my old workplace. Hefting her fat tits in my bra, I hopped in her car and set off.

It was a bit surreal seeing things from her perspective. For one, I saw people in my office walk by me as if nothing was happening, except here I was, using someone else's body as a suit. Secondly, I got no attention from anyone as Maisy and people actively avoided eye contact. After getting used to wearing exclusively 9s and 10s, this felt different. I would have to trade up soon.

Sitting at her desk in a dusty cubicle, I flipped through her memories looking for the hottest female employees. There were a few targets, Jackie, my former boss's secretary and my first hop, Diana, a hot older woman from HR, and a young brunette intern who Maisy had met but couldn't remember her name. I decided to go for Diana as I wanted to try something new, and Maisy's shoddy memories wouldn't help me track down this mystery intern.

Now in HR, I was surprised to see Diana's office closed and locked with the shades drawn. Since this wasn't my body or reputation, I decided to throw all of Maisy's weight into the door to bust it open. Once I did, I was shocked.

I saw Diana there, completely nude, with a dildo stuffed halfway up her snatch.

Something was off though. All her moans came out with a clearly male voice.

"Ughh hey, uhh what's this bitch's name... Maisy." Diana said. "Gonna have to fuckin cut this short again to wipe someone's memories." She added under her breath.

"Ken?" I asked. "Boy? Is that you?" He replied. "Thank God it's you, I can keep going now." He added, pumping the dildo back inside. "Why, ahhh, are you inside that ugly bitch."

"Well I was using her as transport so I could get inside Diana. But looks like she's already spoken for."

"Ahh... AHHH" Was all Ken could say as Diana's body fired off what looked to be a crazy orgasm.

"That she is boy, and this cunt is nowhere near close to done. I'm in the mood to lez out, but not with that meatball of a body." Ken stood up, starting to dress Diana's body back into her work clothes. "Alright, this is what you're gonna do. Go down to Jackie's office and hijack yourself a pair of triple Ds. Then, meet me at Diana's place in her body and we'll rub our tits and clits together until one of us passes out. If you show up not looking like this bitch and not Jackie, I'll scream til the neighbors call the cops."

Even though I had been masquerading as multiple women for the last month, I had yet to try lesbian sex. The thought of two girls getting it on was always a big turn on for me, but I never imagined I would be handed the keys to one of those girls and have sex as the lesbian.

Stepping into Jackie's office, she didn't have time to put down the phone she was talking on before I pressed Maisy's lips against hers and expelled myself into Jackie.

I was back.

Being inside that body again, feeling those tits from the inside, got me going in a way I forgot I was capable. I was going to head to Diana's, but I needed something now.

It wasn't long before I threw her clothes off and grabbed whatever I could find to pleasure this vagina again.

Luckily, nobody walked in during my little masturbation session. Jackie's memories told me she would look hotter in the change of clothes she kept in her bottom drawer, so I threw those on and headed out. Walking through the same hallway I did before as Maisy, but being Jackie was night and day. Everyone was extremely eager to greet me, and the eyes of every male (and most females) followed me as I exited through the revolving door and slid into her car.

Diana's address led me to a gated neighborhood. After accidentally telling the security guard my name was Marcus, I was eager to fuck until the world disappeared again.

Ken was happy to see me as I walked down the driveway in my heeled feet.

"Looking good, boy!" He said. "You wear Jackie better than anyone, except myself of course."

"Hey, you don't have Diana looking half bad either." I said in response, checking out Ken's tits as he checked out mine.

"Jeez, I forgot how incredible your new tits are. Jackie's body is absolutely built for sex." Ken gushed. "Diana's are huge too, but they're fake."

"What's the issue with fake tits?" I asked, kneading Diana's melons with Jackie's manicured hands.

"They just don't feel as sharp on my end. Everything is more muted, ya know? Where Jackie would be overwhelmed by a tiny pinch..."

"Ah!" I yelped as Ken pinched Jackie's nipple.

"These things take twice the effort to get going. Don't get me wrong, they have their appeal since you can really grab them. But the real deal is way stronger.

I was really dripping downstairs now from all this work being put in on my tits, as well as from the sight of the hot older woman in front of me. Both pairs of breasts were completely out in the open now, and my eyes bounced back and forth like ping pong balls while I tried to keep from drooling onto my own pair.

"Alright, enough talking. Let's fuck." I said, pulling Ken inside.

Throwing off our clothes, it wasn't long before I had pushed Ken onto his back and planted my pussy directly above his face. I made Jackie grab, knead, and suck on her tits like she had never seen them in her life. The whole time, Ken piloted Diana's tongue to flick the little bean above my opening, giving me a new wave of each pleasure with each incredible lick.

After coming down from the highs of today's second orgasm, I started to return the favor by making out with Diana, but was surprised to feel Ken's gooey bodyhopping form sliding down my throat!

I felt myself losing connection to Jackie's nerve endings, then her vision went black as if someone had unplugged a tv screen. Soon, I felt nothing and found myself ejected from her body altogether. Realizing where I now was, I kept moving forward as my I started to regain vision, this time inside Diana. The bodies had their lips locked the entire time, and I felt Jackie's tongue moving around outside of my control.

"What the fuck man!" I pulled away and shouted, half jokingly since the little forced swap was actually kind of hot. Hotter still was hearing voice that was speaking to me before now leaving my lips, and the taste of my former pussy in my mouth.

"Oops, hahaha!" Ken laughed. "I wanted to get some inside information. Yep, looks like Jackie hates Diana as much as Diana hates Jackie." Quizzing my new memories, I found that Diana thought of Jackie as the little office slut. There was some jealousy mixed in, since Diana's fake breasts weren't as big as Jackie's real ones.

"Damn, this thing is still buzzing!" Ken said, his two hands coming down to frame his vagina. "I told you I'm the best. You're welcome for the orgasm by the way." He added jokingly.

"Interesting..." Ken said, opening and closing his mouth, swishing his tongue from side to side. "I am the best, but I've never had one of these to work with when eating pussy." He reached up and pointed to Jackie's metal tongue stud. "Bring that MILF pussy over here."

Another free orgasm sounded nice. I followed orders and soon I felt the same technique as before, but this time each flick of the tongue was paired with another flick of the stud.

He was able to put more pressure my clit with each stroke, but I noted Diana's body didn't rush to an orgasm like Jackie's. Pretty soon, though, I was able to squeeze a smaller one out.

"Alright. My turn for an orgasm." Ken said. I was about to use my hands to rub his pussy, but he grabbed Diana's arm on the way down. "Nope. This body needs dick." He said, staring right into my eyes. "Well, I'm not sure if you forgot, but I'm a chick right now." I said back, gesturing to my flat crotch.

"Just take a little break from Diana. Hop out, fuck me, then hop back in. I'm horny enough that Jackie will cum before she wakes up."

"Deal." I said before flowing out of Diana. Her body dropped back on the sofa, then mine rematerialized, completely nude.

Jackie's ravenous hands grabbed my dick before it was even completely formed. Ken-piloting-Jackie took her tits and rubbed them up the length of my shaft, before enveloping it entirely. I had given a Jackie titjob before, but never received one, and it felt incredible.

Before long, I was hard and ready to go. I threw her on the couch next to Diana's sleeping shell and started to pound away at Ken's Jackie pussy.

All the noise had caused Diana to stir. Ken crawled over with a post-orgasmic grin on his face and planted his mouth on Diana's pussy. Before long, Jackie was the one out cold and Diana was the one grinning.

It wasn't long before she was bouncing up and down on my dick as well.

We kept it up all night, trading hosts, fucking the other, every permutation imaginable. Ken taught me an old bodyhopper trick. He would fuck as himself until he was about to cum, then hop in a girl to keep the party going. With four bodies, two of which could have multiple orgasms, we had no reason to stop. Having sex with and as two busty women was as good as it sounds.

We fucked in every position we could think of, until Ken just fell asleep in Jackie. I nestled myself into Diana and shut my eyes as well, exhausted from the day's events. I fell asleep dreaming of who I would become next.