A Teen In Tits McGee 3

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A Teen in Tits McGee 2

I was in!

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

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

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

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

But how could it make me feel?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whew.

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

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

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

"Buzzzz"

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

Shit. I guess I had to answer.

I tapped the green button. "Hello?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Claire? You there?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's she saying?" Adam asked. 

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

"What do we do?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to go back. So, so bad. 

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

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

Then, I'd be back.

A Teen in Tits McGee

I pulled off my bra, letting my massive tits flop toward either side. I could feel a gentle heat blossoming inside me. I took my tits, one pierced, one natural, teasing and tweaking each as my hands travelled toward my pussy, leaving the other hand behind to keep squeezing the plush expanse. I laughed to myself, knowing how amazing this heat would feel if I kept chasing it.

Though I look like a busty nymphomaniac of a MILF, this body wasn't mine. No, I was controlling it using the green jade necklace around my neck. In reality, I'm a college freshman, and a male to boot. But after getting in the driver's seat of Tits McGee, I wasn't going anywhere fast. Here's how it happened.

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 I'd gotten a facetime call from my friend, Adam, one Friday evening while playing 2k on my xbox. "Bruh, what could he want this time?" I grumbled to myself while pausing the game and throwing my headset to the side.

I tapped the green button to accept, and...

a super busty woman was where Adam should have been.

"Hey buddy." The woman said, grinning ear to ear. Her top was plunged super low, giving an insane view of her massive, veiny tits. 

"Uh... hey miss." I didn't know what to say. "Did Adam lose his phone or something? He hadn't been at school today so he was probably up to no good."

"Bro... you have to believe me." The woman said. Bro? Why was she talking like that?

"It's me! Adam! I'm in juggosaurus here."

"Alright, whoever you are, I know Adam put you up to this. Drop the act, what's really going on?"

"Bro! You have to believe me! Alright, look."

"Would any random woman do that?" She said.

"I mean, if you pay them enough, yeah." 

"Uggh!" She groaned. "Alright, let me explain what's going on. Once I'm done, you'll have no choice but to believe me." She had this knowing smile when she said that, like she had something crazy up her sleeve.

"Alright, look. See this green necklace here?" She lifted the camera up. I could see the necklace, but I could see down her top and was a bit distracted.

"I was at the mall the other day, and this store was open. It was weird, like a fortune teller shop. When I went inside, there was this old gypsy looking woman there. She did this whole voodoo fortune telling act. But it was different. She kept talking about "spirits" and then cast this spell or whatever. At the end, she pricked my finger and put a drop of blood on this rock at the end of one necklace, which turned red. Then, she handed me another green necklace."

"She told me now that my blood was on the red necklace, the sender, when I wore it I could possess whoever wore the green necklace, the receiver. Also, the wearer's body won't let them take it off. So I tried it on my mom."

"What's your mom's name?" I wanted to test her, see if she really was Adam.

"It's Marissa. Anyway, I made her put on the green necklace and went up to my room. I put on the red one, and, nothing happened. But then, I started meditating. I could feel it! A connection, a mental tunnel. The only way I can describe it is like there are other senses, like sight, hearing, whatever, but it feels like everything is way at the other end of a tunnel. The more I focused on it, the more I could feel my attention shifting toward the tunnel and away from myself."

Shit, she actually knew Adam's mom's name. This could be legit.

"Once I got close enough, it was like I was on the other side of the tunnel. I opened my eyes, and I was in my kitchen. In my mom. I could still feel my senses when I thought about it, but they were on the far side of the tunnel now. I tried walking around, tested her voice. It was super trippy. Eventually, I needed to pee. I sat down, peed, and got pretty weirded out. It felt like an invasion of my mom's privacy. So I needed a new test subject who I could really have some fun with."

"So you decided to take over this woman here?" I asked. I was super focused now. Before, I was only interested in staring at her tits. But after hearing the explanation, I was intrigued. It didn't seem possible, but it also seemed too crazy to make up.

"Exactly! Her name's Claire, and she's one of my mom's coworkers. I'd only seen her once or twice, but I decided to head back into my mom's body and investigate. I looked her up using my mom's Facebook, and she was the regional manager. So I hatched a plan. I headed back to my body for the night. This morning, I waited til my mom was at work, and I took her over again. I found Claire's office, and walked up to her. I told her I had a gift. The necklace. I told her she had to put it on right away though. So I reached behind my moms neck, untied the necklace, and immediately lost my grip on her senses. I felt like I was tumbling through the tunnel, until I slammed back into my own body, back with my own senses. It was less controlled, more jarring."

"Did she put on the necklace?"

"What's it look like, bro. I stayed locked in, and before long, I felt a new connection open. Without wasting time, I shifted my attention. The body was different. Claire's body. I was sitting at a desk, staring at my mom. The necklace was resting between my massive jugs. My mom asked how she got there. She had no idea! That's when I realized the possession is total. No split consciousness, no backseat driver. No, it's me that's got the reins of Tits McGee here."

"This all sounds insane. What was it that you said would prove it?" I asked. I mean, it still could technically be Adam putting her up to this, somehow. I wanted to test Adam, or "Claire" and at least see how far they'd go to prove it.

"Let me show you." She started by stripping off her dress.

"Bro. Look at this cleavage." She said, lightly running a finger up and down a breast. It was cavernous and seemed to be endless. "This is what I saw when I landed in her this morning. I can't believe these tits are attached to me. They're so sensitive. I get why women hate when guys grab their tits super hard. It sounds gay, but I love it when I caress them. I guess the way the fuck in porn is nothing like how chicks really like it."

I was getting super horny now. This woman was insanely hot. Plus the thought of a teen boy being inside her, well, it fulfilled some twisted fantasy I never knew I had. She was just standing there, squeezing her tits, seemingly enthralled with them and lost in the sensations. So without her knowing, I lowered my pants and started jerking off. I tried to up the ante.

"So, Adam. What does it feel like not having a dick?"

"Oh my God." She said, her jaw dropping and hanging. "Pussies are insane." 

Let me show you.

She started stripping down. Whether this was real or not, I had to take advantage. Phone sex with a woman with the hottest tits ever was not what I'd predicted when I'd sat down to play 2k in my room.

"So when I took over, I got my mom out of the room and locked the door to Claire's office. I squeezed her jugs for a bit, which got me really horny. But horny is different in here, like it's more in my belly than in my dick. I felt this tingling between my legs, so I lifted up the dress and stuffed my hands down her panties. I've never fingered a chick before but it's easy to learn when you can literally feel it getting touched."

"There are basically three parts to a pussy. There's the lips, which, like, stick to each other to start with. But if you spread your legs they pop open and let you see what's inside." 

"Then, there's the clit, which is like this little bean at the top. Oh my God. It feels SO good to rub. It's like, three times the sensitivity of a dick." 

"Finally, you have the hole. It feels really good too. The best technique is to hook your fingers around like this, and try to touch the part which would be right above the clit. 

"There are these little wrinkles inside and rubbing them up and down is heaven."

Watching this woman describe what it's like to finger herself, staring at her pussy, seeing her tits flash in and out of frame, it was too much. I dropped my phone as I came, releasing onto my bedsheets. 

"Bro! Are you there?" Shit. Adam must have notice I'd dropped my phone. Meanwhile, I was just coming back from my orgasm. "Is that your dick? Aw hell no, were you just jerking off to me? That's foul, bro!"

"Sorry... I just... you're so hot, and I... couldn't help myself." I said, trying to plead my case.

"Don't get any fucking ideas. I'm still a dude in here and I don't wanna be anywhere near a dick. My consciousness is in control, and that means this body is into whatever I'm into as long as I'm in the driver's seat."

"So, wouldn't that just be... that body?" I said.

"Exactly. That's why it's so much fun." The woman replied.

"You know how you came from looking at this body? Well, I did too. First of all, orgasms in here last forever. Basically, as long as you rub your clit you can keep cumming. But after awhile it gets sensitive and kinda hurts to touch. Give it like two or three minutes, though, and it calms down and you can start right back up. I basically masturbated for two hours straight in her office before heading back to my own body to masturbate there. After I came, I switched back to her and masturbated for another hour."

"What did you do the rest of the day?" I asked him.

"I ran the office. First, I went in the system and gave my mom a raise. Then, I went to lunch. The amount of guys staring at my tits was crazy. Chicks definitely notice. She was supposed to lead a meeting, but I went back to my body for that. I watched through her eyes, using the tunnel, while she led the meeting and I was playing video games in my body. Thank God I did that because she was talking about "revenue" and "quarterly projections" and other shit that might as well be chinese to me. When she was done, I switched back over. I realized school was over at that point, so I called you.

This was insane. I mean, it had to be Adam. I mean, she had all his mannerisms and had just showed me how she masturbated. I don't think Adam had the kind of money to pay off his mom's coworker to do this. I wanted to tell Adam to bring the woman over, let me grab her tits, finger her pussy, have her suck my dick. But it sounded like Adam was having none of it. There had to be another way. 

In fact, there just might be.

"How much do you think my tits weigh, bro? They're heavy as fuck, I bet at least ten..."

"Adam." I said firmly, cutting him off. "I need you to do something."

"What's up dude?" 

"Meet me at your house in twenty minutes. I want in."

"You want in to talk more about how awesome my new body is?"

"No. I want in, literally. I want to be in that body."

Twenty minutes later, I was upstairs in Adam's room. 

"Take off the red necklace." I told him. "I hope this works." I took a pin, grimacing as it pricked my finger. I let a drop of blood fall on the necklace, which seemed to shine as the drop hit. 

"Here goes nothing." I said as I fastened the necklace. Instantly, I could feel it. A connection to a new set of senses. It was faint, and took effort to notice, like trying to focus your attention on something in your peripheral vision. But with concentration, I could see a view of a bedroom shifting and turning.

I closed my eyes. I focused on the new sights, new sounds, new feelings. With more focus, they became more clear. It became easier to focus on them, and my own sensations became more distant. Before long, the foreign feelings became dominant, and I was pulled toward them with a release in focus. Letting out a breath, I felt myself lock into senses that came to me as easily as mine always had. But what they were feeding me was altogether different.

I was in!

Showing the Ropes

My friend Oliver asked me why I always use Possession.com to possess chicks instead of dudes. To him, the best use of the site is possessing some guy with a hot wife and having sex with her. He wouldn't listen to me, so I decided to show him what he was missing.

I found the bodies of a hot, rich mother and daughter for us to possess for an hour. They were unpossessed up til now, but I knew they would be a fun ride. 

I took over the mother and put Oliver in the daughter's body. I let my girlfriend take over the dad. We all met up in their penthouse apartment and got straight to fucking.

Oliver was a little reluctant to suck a dick, but after some lessons from "mommy" and leaning into his new body's urges, he was giving my girlfriend a blowjob that made her dick nice and hard.

Once Oliver was nice and wet I told him to get up and ride my girlfriend. He immediately squealed when he was penetrated, feeling the pleasure that a pussy could bring. 

He bounced on the dick as I tweaked and sucked his nipples. He was loving it. 

"Okay, I finally see the appeal here." He said, breathless, bobbing up and down as he was fucked.

"You haven't even gotten to the best part!" I said, grinning knowingly.

I stuffed my hand in Oliver's pussy as he was backing off the dick. Once one climax ended, another began. Now that he had upgraded to a cunt, he was multi orgasmic and I wanted every ounce of pleasure milked out of that little thing.

"What. The. Fuck." He said, laying in a pool of his own sweat, shaking here and there, panting.

"Now that you've felt how good a woman's orgasm is, you'll never possess a man again." I said, smiling.

"Now get over here and fuck me, babe. It's my turn to cum."

Private Training Session

 "Come on, push it, you can do it!" the personal trainer's voice echoed through the gym, encouraging a woman in her mid-thirties as she struggled through a set of deadlifts. She grunted, her muscles flexing with the effort, and the barbell clanked as it met the floor. Sweat glistened on her neck, and her ponytail swished as she took a moment to catch her breath.

From the treadmill, I couldn't help but admire her. She wasn't just any gym-goer; she had a certain je ne sais quoi that drew the eye. Her curves were sculpted in a way that suggested she didn't just work out for the sake of it – she enjoyed pushing her body to the limit.

I decided to take a risk. I approached her. "Impressive form," I said, keeping my voice casual and friendly. "You look like you've been doing this for a while."

Her eyes darted towards me, and she gave a curt nod. "Thanks," she said through gritted teeth, reaching for her water bottle.

I stepped closer, my heart racing. The gym's background noise grew distant as the intensity of the moment took hold. "I'm just getting started," I said with a wink, hoping to break the ice. She took a sip of water and then set the bottle down without acknowledging my flirtation. Her eyes remained focused on the weights, her mind clearly on her workout.

Undeterred, I casually brushed by her, my fingers grazing against her arm as I made my way back to the cardio section. It was a split-second contact, but it was all I needed. I could feel the energy of my shapeshifting powers surging through me. Now that I'd touched her, her form was free for me to use. It was a strange feeling, one that I had grown used to over the years.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she felt the electricity of the touch, and she took a step back. "Do you mind?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. I held my hands up in mock surrender, smiling apologetically. "Sorry about that," I said, trying to play it off. But inside, I was elated.

I retreated to the locker room, my heart thumping in my chest. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I found a secluded changing room and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of her skin, the power of her muscles, and the way her scent had lingered on my fingertips.

Starting with my toes, they began to tingle, the sensation spreading rapidly up my legs. My calves grew taut, my thighs thickened, and my feet morphed into hers – complete with the neon pink sneakers she wore. The transformation was as smooth as shifting gears in a well-oiled machine. Next, my waist narrowed and hips widened to match hers. My stomach flattened with a hint of those perfect abs she'd worked so hard to maintain.

My breasts grew larger, inflating under the loose shirt I'd been wearing, and my arms tightened and toned. Each muscle fiber seemed to come alive under my skin, replicating her defined biceps and triceps. My hands took on her longer, slender fingers with their perfectly manicured nails.

As the transformation continued upward, my ribcage expanded to accommodate her fuller chest, my neck lengthened, and my jawline softened into hers. Her eyes looked back at me in the mirror, a piercing blue that seemed to see through my soul. Her nose, slightly upturned at the tip, and her plump, kissable lips settled onto my face, bringing with them a sense of confidence that I hadn't felt in my own body in a long time.

My hair grew out and lightened to a golden blonde, falling in loose waves around my shoulders. The stubble on my cheeks disappeared, replaced by the smooth, warm skin of her cheeks. The feeling was exhilarating, a rush of newness and excitement as I felt her features becoming mine. I could sense the power of her body, the way it responded to every command, the years of discipline etched into every inch of her.

I opened my eyes, and the, framed by her high cheekbones and long lashes. The smell of sweat and metal was now infused with a hint of her floral shampoo. I couldn't resist running my hands over my new curves, feeling the firmness of her abs and the softness of her breasts. I had never felt so alive, so in control, and so utterly feminine.

Peeling off the sweaty t-shirt and shorts I'd been wearing, I reveled in the unfamiliar feeling of my new, feminine form. The fabric slithered to the floor, exposing my new body to the cool air of the locker room. Her smooth skin was a stark contrast to the stubbly chest and legs I was accustomed to. My body was now a canvas of curves and contours.

I flexed her muscles, marveling at their strength and definition. The sensation was reminiscent of the time I'd inhabited the body of a high school track star, her youthful vigor surging through me. But the fullness of her breasts and the flare of her hips spoke to a different kind of beauty, one that had matured with age and experience. It was a body that had borne the weight of life's responsibilities, yet remained fiercely dedicated to self-care and personal power.

Her form was a stark contrast to the voluptuousness of a young curvy woman I'd once been, whose softness had been intoxicating in its own way. With her, the world had been a playground, and every step had been a delicate dance of roundness and grace. But here, in this milf's body, the curves were a declaration of hard-earned victory over gravity and time. Her flesh was soft, yet firm, a denial of the changes brought by age.

In the locker room mirror, I caught my reflection. The vibrator and dildo, tucked in the side pocket of my gym bag, glinted in the fluorescent light. They were my tools of the trade, my secret weapons for exploration when I chose to inhabit a female form. The idea of using them now sent a thrill through me, a delicious anticipation of the pleasure I knew was to come. My pussy clenched with excitement at the thought and I felt a heat spread from my core to my cheeks.

Gently, I spread my legs and lowered my eyes to my newfound sex. The sight of her trimmed pubic hair and swollen folds took me aback for a moment. The aroma of her arousal filled the space between my legs, and I could feel the wetness of her desire. As a shapeshifter, I'd experienced the euphoria of a woman's orgasm countless times, but each new body brought its own unique flavor of ecstasy. I reached down to stroke my clit, the plushness of my fingers against her skin sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

My fingertips explored her pussy, tracing the contours of her labia, the softness and responsiveness unlike anything I'd felt in any woman's body, let alone a man's body. The sensation was overwhelming, like diving into a warm, velvet ocean. I'd forgotten how exquisite the sensitivity of a woman's sex could be, how the lightest touch could stir the deepest desires. Hers seemed stronger than any other pussy I'd felt, and I closed my eyes, smiling and biting my lip in anticipation of what laid ahead.

Her clit was a tiny pearl nestled in the hood, begging to be caressed. I rubbed it in a gentle, circular motion, feeling it swell beneath my touch. It was like playing an instrument, coaxing out the most beautiful melody. I applied just the right amount of pressure, and she gasped, her legs quivering. Her body was already so responsive, and I hadn't even inserted anything yet.

With one hand on the mirror, I leaned in closer to her reflection, studying her reactions. Her breath grew shallower, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth parted slightly. I inserted one, then two fingers into her wetness, and she moaned softly. Her walls clamped down around my digits, and I felt the beginnings of her inner muscles spasming.

Her juices coated my hand, and the scent of her arousal grew stronger, urging me on. With my other hand, I pulled out the vibrator from my gym bag. It was sleek and black, a silent promise of ecstasy. I switched it on, the low hum barely audible amidst the locker room sounds. The vibration resonated up my arm, a preview of the pleasure to come.

Guiding the buzzing tip to her clit, I watched as she gasped in the mirror, her body reacting to the intense vibration. My legs spread wider, and I leaned back against the lockers for support. I began to move the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, feeling my body tense and release with each pass. My breaths grew ragged, and my cheeks flushed. I knew she was close.

With the vibrator in one hand, I reached down with the other, inserting the dildo into my eager pussy. It was a tight fit at first, her muscles clenching around the silicone intrusion. But as I eased it in, her body began to accept it, welcoming the fullness it provided. The cool plastic was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my core. I set a rhythm, my hips rocking back and forth as I penetrated deeper, filling her up. I looked in the mirror, the sight of a woman with her tits laying on her chest and two toys inside her pussy, deep in heat was almost too much to handle.

I angled the dildo, prodding around for my G-spot. Then, with a sudden jolt, I found it. The spot was swollen, begging for attention. I gasped as I hit it, the vibrations of the toy resonating through her body. Her eyes rolled back, and a moan that was half-whisper, half-scream escaped her lips. I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, the spot that could make her body quiver when I applied just the right amount of pressure.

The sensation between my legs grew more intense with each stroke of the vibrator and thrust of the dildo. Her body was like a fine-tuned instrument, and I was playing it masterfully. The locker room faded away, replaced by a swirling vortex of pleasure. Her hips began to move on their own accord, rocking in time with the rhythm I'd set.

I felt the pleasure rush to my head. I was getting so, so close. Her body was like a volcano, simmering and building, ready to erupt at any moment. The vibrator's steady pulse against her clit combined with the deep penetration of the dildo created an symphony of sensations that was driving her wild.

A crescendo of sensation that I had never experienced before was building inside me. I The intensity grew, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. And then, with a cry that echoed off the locker room walls, I erupted. White hot sparks of pleasure blinding my vision, I threw my head back, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and I felt the warmth of her orgasm flood through me. Her muscles tightened and released in waves, each pulse sending new ripples of ecstasy through my body.

As the climax subsided, I panted, leaning against the lockers for support. My legs were like jelly, and my heart thundered in my chest. The locker room had never felt so alive with energy. The woman whose body I occupied had had intense orgasms before, of that I was certain, but never like this. It was as if she'd been holding back, and now, under my control, she was letting go of all her inhibitions. I'd never had an orgasm so intense.

With shaking hands, I pulled out the toys, her juices dripping from them, and turned them off. My hand stung from the vibration, a small price to pay for the pleasure I'd just experienced. I took a deep breath and focused on my task. The gym was emptying out, and I knew I had to get out of here before anyone found me in this state.

As quickly as I could, I shifted back to my male form, the feeling of her body slipping away like a warm blanket being torn off me. My cock sprang back to life, hard and aching from the residual pleasure. I grabbed my gym bag, stuffing the toys inside with trembling hands. The scent of her arousal lingered on my skin, a sweet, musky scent that made my head spin.

Under New Management

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Get Out of my Mom!

 "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MOM!" I yelled.

Her body quickly covered up and smirked at me. "Sabrina? Shit. I guess the jig is up. What gave me away?"

"Well, for one, my mom doesn't masturbate in the shower with the door open." I said. "C'mon Martin, we said family members were off limits!"

"Yeah, well, I was gonna have to see these jugs one way or another. Since your mom is married, the ray was the only way!"

Ever since Martin and I found the possession ray in my backyard one afternoon, we'd been using it to fuel our own rampage of sexual debauchery.

I tried it on my mom first to prove it worked. Martin begged me to flash her tits, but I couldn't do that to the woman who'd raised me. I made a deal to possess Izzy, the hottest cheerleader in our grade, and take him on a date if that would get him to stop. 

Well, on our date, I saw my crush and got Martin to possess him. With our crushes right in front of us, it was only a matter of time before we'd hook up. After the first time, we spent all our time inhabiting other bodies. 

After I'd egged Martin on one afternoon and got him to possess a chick as long as I'd possess another so we could lez out, he'd been addicted to the female orgasm. After that first time, almost all of his possessions had been women. But he still refused to have sex with a man. "That's gay!" He'd always say, while fondling the tits and rubbing the clit of the woman he was inside.

"Aah..." I heard moans pouring from my Mom's room along with the spray of the shower. That pervert was feeling up her body and there was nothing I could do about it.

I heard the water slow to a trickle. 

I ran back into the bathroom to see my mom getting out of the shower and toweling off. Maybe he was leaving?

"Martin. Enough's enough." I said. "You've had your fun. Now get out of my mom!"

"Not yet." He said, grinning. "There's always something I've wanted to try while wearing a pussy. And mommy still needs to get off."

I stormed out.

Not only did Martin have the nerve to break the one rule we'd set, he was making my mom act like a depraved whore directly in front of her own daughter. Well, if Martin could break my rule, I was going to break his.

I walked over to my next door neighbor's house. When Craig, a 40 something year old father opened the door, I pointed the ray and shot.

I felt my body disintegrate into millions of tiny pieces which were pulled through the cone of the ray. I travelled towards Craig, and was instantly behind his eyes, looking out from his doorframe.

The ray and my belongings were laying on the ground where I just was. Picking them up, I saw a text with a video recording from Martin. 

"The water's slapping my clit and it feels so goooooood" Martin texted.

Even though I filled with rage, I felt my now male body react at the sight of the admittedly super hot and busty MILF in the video getting herself off.

I walked back into my place to see my mom on the bed with her fingers deep inside her vagina. 

"Who are you?!" She asked, before I straddled her and grabbed her massive tits. I stuck my dick between them, pumping back and forth.

"Stop... she managed to say. I'm not gay. This is so wrong."

"Martin, it's me."

"Sabrina?"

"Get out of my mom!"

"No way! I've only had three orgasms so far. I'm nowhere close to done. I'll give her back at the end of the day."

"Oh, so you want orgasms! You got it!"

I took my new dick and pressed it up against my mom's glistening folds. Though she protested, she made no move to get away.

I slammed into Martin and moans dripped from his lips. 

"This is so wrong." Martin said. "But it feels so good! My pussy is on fire."

Martin threw his head back, screaming.

"I'M NEVER LEAVING THIS BODY"

Looks like my plan might have backfired.

Third Party Hijack

In the future, long distance body swapping had become commonplace for work, travel and the simple fact that people wanted to experience the sensation of being someone else.

Being such a new, cutting edge technology, only the super rich could afford it for travel. Businesses sometimes used it when they needed someone across the world in a snap. Of course, given the high cost involved, people tended to be on their best behavior when in their host bodies.

But with new tech came new people trying to take advantage of its weaknesses. 

I'd long been interested in taking a joyride in a woman's body. Tits right on your chest, the ability to make her say and do whatever you want. The thought was exhilarating. But impossible. 

I didn't have near anywhere enough money to do a swap. And if I did, there's no way I'd be able to have all my fun without getting banned from the practice altogether. 

But when I was browsing one of my favorite body swap blogs, I came across an interesting link in the comments. It led to an encrypted page which promised a long distance swap - way cheaper than the traditional ones. With a woman's body guaranteed. Plus, they promised I'd be able to do whatever I wanted in her body and face zero consequences. 

So that's how I found myself walking down a dimly lit alleyway on the outskirts of the city centre.

Knocking twice, a slat opened and some eyes appeared.

"Password?" a high pitched male voice said from behind the door.

"Become another." I replied. He heard a big lock snap open and the door creak before swinging and granting me access to what appeared to be a staircase going up. A short Asian man stood there wearing a lab coat.

"Hey. I'm Wei. Before we go any further I'll need 25% upfront." He said to me. I pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket before locking the door behind him. No turning back now. Heading upstairs, there was another door at the end of the steps.

"You're sure this works?" I asked as his feet clapped on the wooden steps. 

"Please." Wei replied. "You're my third customer today."

Wei opened the door, which gave way to a row of recliners with helmets hovering above them. Some had people, seemingly asleep, sitting in them.

"You're my 9:30, right?" Wei asked. "Sit down here."

"That's me." I responded, taking a seat in one of them. Wei sat down in front of a desktop next to the recliner. I noticed every chair had a computer next to it, with stacks of servers in the general area.

He opened a folder on the computer, sliding through the info. "Cool. Marissa Saunders is your intercept. This was a job interview for an American before we got involved. Heh."

"Hold on." I asked. "Can you explain how this even works? And what's going on here?"

"Wei stopped looking, turning towards me, slightly annoyed. "Long distance swapping. Ever heard of it?"

"Uh yeah... who hasn't?" I said.

"Cool. So basically, what happens is the brain mapping of one person gets sent over the internet and overwritten onto another. Originally, the idea was for it to be one-to-one. His mind, written on her brain, her mind on his. Following so far?" Wei lectured.

"Good so far." I responded.

"Ok, well sometimes people like us jump in. We're the third party. Instead of letting his mind make it to her body, we block that signal and send yours instead. So you wake up in her body, they think its him, yada yada."

"So I have to pretend to be this Marissa person?" I asked.

"No! Wei said, clearly frustrated. "Has nobody told you what's happening? Marissa is the woman's body you'll be in. The guy's name is..." Wei checked the monitor. "Michael Hayes."

"So I have to pretend to be Michael pretending to be Marissa." I replied, still slightly confused. 

"No again. They know Michael is coming. You just have to pretend to be him."

Wei slid through the file some more. 

"Damn! This woman is absolutely stacked. Take a look! Here's your ride. You're gonna be in that." Wei said before tilting the monitor towards me, showing an absolutely gorgeous middle age woman with some glorious cleavage.

"Got any plans on how you're gonna fuck up this interview? Maybe strip and piss on the carpet before the boss comes in. OOH! Or you could fuck him, then facetime his wife midway through!" Wei laughed.

"Not sure about all that." I said, my mind now racing with the possibilities. "It's always been a fantasy of mine to be in a chick's body though. Free access to tits!"

"Hell yeah. I hear that multiple orgasm thing is crazy too. That is, if you get a chick that can." Wei stated. "Take a seat and let's get you out of here. The swap is about to start."

I sat down, leaning back in the recliner.

"Put that helmet on and fix those pads over your eyes. The rest should fit itself to you automatically." Wei said, typing away.

I lowered the helmet onto my head gently. Large cables attached it to some of what I could only assume were computers and servers around me. Two pads gently came down and rested against my eyes. From there, I felt a series of metal rods lower themselves and press into the top of my head. Finally, some wires running through plastic gel were fixed onto my upper spine by Wei. 

"Make sure you ruin her life good." Wei said, chuckling. "After this, no way she's doing long distance swapping again."

"Signal locked." Wei said. "Have fun..."

I heard one final click of a keyboard and felt an electric shock run through me. All my muscles clenched, before I went numb, falling back in the chair. Then, the world went black.

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"Michael? Can you hear me?" I heard a voice ring as I awoke.

My vision was spinning, but I realized I was sitting down, with one of the helmets on. 

"Ughh" I said, realizing the voice was different. Much higher pitched. 

"Oh my God... It worked!" I said, my voice light and breathy.

"Yes it did work." A man said, standing in front of me. He wore a neat button down shirt and had  a custom jacket with the company's logo. "You're here in Brisbane. I'm one of the techs that works with the swap company, here to make sure you're oriented before we send you off."

I held my hands in front of me. The nails were neatly groomed and painted, and the left hand had a few rings. 

"Can you sit up for me? Let's test that sense of balance." The technician said.

Leaning forward, I felt an immense weight shift on my chest. I looked down, and locks of blonde hair fell in the way. Using the hands to pull them aside, I gazed down into a valley of deep cleavage.

"Is this your first time as a woman?" The tech said. I guess I had been staring awhile.

"Yeah. First time." I responded, still looking down. I looked up, and saw the tech's gaze fixed firmly downward. He quickly corrected it and looked at my eyes.

"Can I get you to come over to the computer? Just have a few tasks for you to complete, as well as some liability forms."

I stood up, finally realizing my feet were tucked into some black heels. Thankfully not too tall, since my entire center of gravity was off. I shuffled towards the computer before eventually plopping down. I felt my thighs compress against the seat. It felt like sitting on a cushion.

"Ok, we know you're gonna take really good care of Marissa's body, but we just like to remind our customers that their host is giving them an incredible privilege. Any action you take will reflect on her! and remember she's in your..."

I let the tech drone on. I wasn't paying attention anyway. My eyes were fixed on a mirror directly to my side. 

This woman, this busty blonde, was me. I was in her body! And when my mouth dropped in shock, hers did too. 

"All makes sense?" The tech ended, staring at me. "Yeah all good." I replied.

"Ok! The company said the interview starts in two hours. They're sending a car to take you over, feel free to wait in the lobby until it arrives. You're set to come back here tomorrow night for the swap back."

I was still staring at myself. Something was different. I was turned on, but the way my body was responding was a bit off. No boner, but my new nipples were stiffening and beginning to poke into my bra. Plus, I could feel some dewdrops of moisture in between my legs. I shifted my legs so I could feel the lips slide against one another in my panties.

"Can I use the restroom?" I asked. 

"Melissa just went before the swap." The tech said. "But it can take some getting used to your new parts. There's a single bathroom there."

I waddled over, still on unsure feet and went inside. Once in, I immediately unbuttoned the shirt, and after some fiddling, unclipped the bra that Melissa had put on that morning. 

I stared at myself, admiring the perfectly sculpted cheekbones of the face in the mirror. It seemed like Melissa was some secretary who'd been deemed expendable enough for someone to use her body for a few days. 

She was definitely good eye candy. Hell, I was basically eye fucking myself in the mirror.

"Why eye fuck myself when I could just fuck myself?"

I dropped my skirt, unzipping it before pulling it over my wide hips. I reached up to the massive orbs that were my tits. I tried to wrap a hand around one. With the nipple in my palm, I could almost do it. Squeezing my tits from that position felt amazing.

I ran my fingers across them, pushing them up against my chest, even having a pinch of the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, which urged a feminine gasp out of my lips.

I was living out my fantasy. Just a few nights ago, I was reading stories of guys getting into a female body, reading text and looking at pics and imagining it were real. And now, I was living that life with tits in my hands and a pussy slowly moistening between my legs.

I knew the tech was waiting for me outside and there was probably a car waiting to take me to a job interview. But for one, I wasn't gonna let this opportunity pass me up. And second, they all thought I was this guy "Michael". 

I wouldn't have to face any of the consequences.

I sat up on the counter, spreading my legs. With two fingers I parted my labia, staring at the portal to heaven beneath. I stroked up and down, savoring every last motion. It surprised me how sensitive the whole of this inner area was. Stories I'd read online made it seem like the only thing that chicks liked was the clit. But everywhere was sensitive, causing my cunt to fill with more moisture by the second.

Speaking of, I felt my clit expand as I ran my fingers around it. Time to go for it. With one finger, I quickly gave it a tap. WHOA. A bolt of lightning went up through me and caused my whole body to jump. Maybe the clit wasn't the only sensitive part, but it sure was the best.

I placed two fingers right on the hood of the clit, applying pressure in tight circles. My other hand went up to my tits. The pleasure was really taking hold, and I threw my head back to savor the sweet sensation. I squeezed tightly, and...

Knock knock knock.

"Everything ok in there?" I heard the technician's voice, muffled by the door.

"Just need a minute, dealing with some, can we say, feminine issues here." I replied with my airy voice. 

All the while, my fingers were still circling my begging clit.

I was getting dangerously close to orgasm. 

"Need any help?" He said.

"No, I'm all go..." My breath hitched as the pleasure released. "...ood" I screwed my eyes shut as the waves of orgasm took hold. My clit demanded more, more, more and I kept flicking it between my fingers, urging this sensation to never stop. I pinched a nipple with my other hand, any pain completely whited out by the orgasm surrounding me. 

"Oh my god!" I yell-whispered as I clasped my creamy thighs together, fingers stuck between me, continuing to stroke, urging the orgasm through me. Hearing my delicate voice cry out and seeing this woman finger herself from her own perspective made me cum again. It filled me from head to toe, burning fiercely, and left me so slowly.

I sat back for a second, then realized I should get dressed before this turned into too big of a fiasco. They'd have their doubts regardless. I mean, the entire bathroom smelled like pussy. I sprayed some febreeze to drown out my musk. 

I slid into my skirt, bra and buttoned my shirt. Wow, 30 minutes in and already an orgasm. 

"This should be fun."

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Part 3

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My heels clacked on stone floors as I walked towards the elevator. Walking around the office as Marissa was really a trip. Lots of people I passed smiled at me, a few even greeting me as her. I guess not everyone knew she'd been used as a host. It wasn't worth explaining so I just smiled and said hi back.

I'd been taken to a conference room where the recruiter would talk about some logistics. A woman walked in, a bit younger than Marissa and definitely nowhere near as busty.

"Hi! I'm Serenity, and I'll be helping you get settled." She said.

From what Serenity said, it seemed like this was some type of financial company. Definitely not my area of expertise. But it seemed like Michael, the guy who was supposed to be in this body, was some guru from NYC who had turned a once struggling firm around.

"We've got you set up in the Ritz downtown tonight, and there will be some follow-up interviews tomorrow as well as a meet and greet before you swap back tomorrow evening."

"Now please follow me, we'll get started with your first round with our CEO, Mr. Allston." Serenity said.

"It's a bit odd for me to speak to Marissa's body like this by the way. We've been working together for years!" She added. "We're both C-suite secretaries. This is "your" desk here."

There was a desk that had pictures frames filled with Marissa's face. A bunch were with a man, and... kids? No way a body could look this good after pumping out a few kids. She must really take her physique seriously.

We walked towards to mahogany doors before Serenity knocked and went inside. "Hi Mr. Allston, this is Michael!" Serenity introduced me. "He's the one Marissa so kindly agreed to host."

Mr. Allston was a middle aged man, about the same height as Marissa in heels. His hair showed streaks of gray, and he wore a well-tailored suit.

"Nice to meet you Michael." Allston said. "Sorry we only had a female body available. But hey! You're already showing me you're ready to go the extra mile."

"Oh yeah... no problem." I said back. Under the surface was the truth that I'd been waiting my entire life to be in a body just like this one. 

"I'll be just outside. Let me know if you need anything!" Serenity said before closing the door behind us.

"So!" Allston started. "I know it must be odd to interview in someone else's body. But we have people do it all the time, and after the first few questions it all feels natural. So, let's dive in."

"You're saying other people have been in this body, and interviewed for different positions?" I asked, still trying to learn more about this whole long distance body swapping world.

"Oh yes." Allston said. "Either Marissa or Serenity play the role of host. Serenity hosted last time, so it was Marissa's turn. Neither of them mind it too much. They get to see a new city, and get paid to do it! They've gotten rather used to it by now."

He was looking me up and down, and I realized he'd been staring down into Marissa's cleavage as he described her. But he quickly regained his composure, again acting like the CEO that he was.

"Ok. Let's get started. If our manufacturing portfolio was down 15% over two quarters, how would you counsel our investors to mitigate their concern?"

I had no idea what to say. Math and science had never been my thing. "Um, I'd say that we'll turn it around next time?" I said, ending with a question

Allston raised an eyebrow. "That's all? What about filing an investor integrity report."

"Never heard of it." I said.

"What?" He said. "You practically invented them! I read about your turnaround of RockBlack capital. It was amazing!"

"Let me ask you a question." I went on to say. "You already know I'm competent. So, let's just use this time to have some fun."

"Fun? What do you mean?" Allston said.

"Haven't you ever wondered what things look like, ahem, under the hood." I let my fingers play at the nape of my blouse. Letting cleavage poke in.

"You know, I have." Allston added. 

"Would you like to take a look for yourself? I'd be willing to show you if it would help my chances."

"Finally, someone with some guts!" Allston said, somewhat surprising me. "You know how many people I've been interviewing for this goddamn position, just hoping one would break and let me get at Marissa."

"Well now's your chance, Mr. Allston." I said, walking towards him and straddling him in his large chair.

"I've had the biggest crush on her for years. Years! Ever since I hired her. These immaculate tits. I couldn't stop staring." He said.

But she's married with kids. It would never work. So that's why I've been having these interviews. Just hoping someone would be willing to experiment."

"Well you've found the right person." I said, then went for the kiss. 

Allston's hands greedily went for my tits, the want of years of repressed lust being spilled out. I pressed my body into his, the squeezes causing my nipples to spike up again in his hands. The kisses became faster, more urgent now.

I was living out my twisted fantasy, ready to feel how high the pleasure could get when I had something bigger than my fingers to play with. Allston was practically drooling as he stared at the tits I'd been staring at all day.

I moved his hand down to my pussy. His hands expertly played up and down the sides, focusing on the clit. I was so wet his fingers slipped right inside.

"Ohhh." I sighed, as he hooked his fingers directly onto my innermost pleasure. I thrust my hips toward his fingers, trying to drive them deeper still, wanting, needing that sweet release. His fingers filled me completely, each time entering and driving me crazy.

"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Allston."

I moaned into his mouth as we rolled together onto the couch beside his desk. I was so sopping wet his dick slid in with a gentle pop. My eyes went wide as I'd reached a new level of stimulation. His dick went so much deeper than either of our hands could muster. He thrust in, and I chased the pleasure toward sweet release. 

"Fuck your slutty secretary." I said, reaching under me to grab handfuls of tit. I forced my torso down into the couch so I could arch my back, opening my little pussy so his cock could reach ever deeper.

I was feeling amazing bucking and moaning, reaching a peak. Until... I felt the dick pulled out from inside. I looked back, feeling the pleasure slowly dissipate. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Already? Are you serious?" I said. "I was so close!"

Allston was still dazed from his orgasm. 

"This is ridiculous. I've got two days in a bitch's body and can't even cum?" I said, fuming. 

"Sorry..." was all Allston could muster. "It's just, I've been waiting for so long."

"You've gotta make this up to me." 

"Ok, well you've definitely got the job." Allston said.

"Don't care about that." I quickly retorted. Allston was taken aback. "Here's what we're gonna do." I said, determined to get my time and money's worth. "Cancel all my interviews for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I get to keep this body and do whatever I want with it until I have to swap back. Capische?"

"Ok. Fair is fair." Allston said as he redressed. 

I was already walking out the door. 

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I checked into the Ritz downtown, determined to get my money's worth. Mainly in terms of orgasms. So when I got set up, I threw all my clothes on the floor and went to town.

Though working my clit had been amazing, sticking my fingers inside myself was a whole new dimension of pleasure. The clit wasn't too far off from a penis. Sure, it was more sensitive, but fingering your pussy is something guys just can't even imagine.

If two fingers was fun, why not three? I forced in my ring finger, joining my index and middle finger inside me. My opening was getting stretched so incredibly wide - it felt amazing. 

Amazing enough for my breathing to hitch as I felt the pleasure grow. I kept the pace, each stroke hitting the inside of my cunt. I loved seeing my hole spread and shrink every time my fingers went out and in. 

"FUCK FUCK FUCK" I said, my body reeling. My back arched involuntarily as the waves of nonstop electricity short circuited my everything.

Whew. "This body... I can't get enough!" I said.

One thing I noted was completely different with the female orgasm was the lack of "post-nut clarity". Basically, even after the orgasm I was still super horny. Honestly, more horny than I was before. But before too long, the pleasure would fade.

I decided to go walking around town to find something (or someone) else who could satisfy my needs. 

I found a sex shop before I found a bar. Inside, I bought two dildoes. One ribbed, since I knew I'd love seeing the little beads disappear and pop inside me one by one. The other, a regular penis.

I took them back to the hotel, enjoying them immensely for orgasms three, four and five of the day, finally able to squeeze multiple out of one session! I was really getting this woman thing down.

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I really enjoyed riding. Just looking down between my tits, from behind Marissa's eyes was exhilarating. Enough that I'd want to try it again. Only this time, on a real person. 

So, I redressed, using now some of the other clothes that Marissa had set aside for me to wear in her body.

I decided to find someone at a local bar. I was about to head to the seediest place I could find, but decided against it.

"A classy body needs a classy place." I told myself.

So I went to a swanky cocktail bar not too far from the hotel, sitting alone. I ordered my usual jack and coke and went to take a sip.

"Pffft" I spit it out. The alcohol tasted way too strong on Marissa's tongue. 

"Hey!" I heard from behind me. "Marissa?" A tall man wearing a suit had approached and was looking at me. I had no idea who it was. I stared back, perplexed.

"It's me, Byron! Our kids go to school together. Don't act like you don't remember me. Just saw you at the fundraiser there last week!"

"Oh, Byron!" I said, forcing myself to light up. I had no idea who this was but it seemed like it might be a good lead.

"Where's Martin?" He asked. I thought for a moment, before realizing Martin must be Marissa's husband. 

"Oh, on another business trip. He's just never around these days." I lied. "Just had a tough day at work so I decided to go for a drink."

"I'm sure that's tough." He said. "Being hasn't been amazing either. But at least we can keep each other company!" He grinned. "What are you having?" 

"Jack and coke. But I forgot I hate the taste." I said.

"You're acting different today Marissa. I like it." He added. "Here, let me get you something more your speed."

One drink became two, then three. Byron talked about his wife, who'd left him for another guy at her firm. I had a few awkward moments, including when I wasn't able to remember "my" kids' names. Luckily I was able to blame it on the drinks.

"They've put me up in a nice room upstairs, the view of the city is amazing." I said. "Wanna take this up there?"

Byron's eyes widened, but he was smart enough to not ask questions. "Lead the way."

It wasn't long before the door closed that I was all over him. 

"Wow Marissa, have to say I didn't take you for the hookup type." Byron said. 

"This is a whole new Marissa." I stared at him hungrily. "Stop talking and get over here before I change my mind."

I pushed him down, wanting to try riding on the real thing. 

I ran my fingers through my wetness, feeling tingles as I spread my lips and lined up with the upward facing cockhead.

"Ahhh" I gasped, its immense pressure providing me relief from my boundless sexual energy. I pushed forwards, backwards, feeling the long shaft stirring me up from inside. I let Byron's hands wander over my tits from below, stopping their squeezing every so often to pluck a nipple.

I stared directly ahead at the mirror. That woman, that work of art, that was me. Right now, I was the object of desire and attention of anyone I desired. I could have anyone, anytime. The world was my sexual playground. Men, women, toys, my fingers, there was no limit on the number of orgasms I could enjoy.

That woman, staring me in the mirror, moaning like a whore was enough to set me off. I came, erupting loudly. "MY PUSSY'S FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN." I half yelled, half cried, nearly blacked out from pleasure. I reached a hand down to paw at my burgeoning clit. I felt a push of something new.

I felt juices squirt out of me forced along by the inner contractions my body was involuntarily experiencing from the orgasm. My hair was sweaty and mussed and stuck to my face. When his dick slipped out, I stuffed it back inside. The whole spectacle was too much for Byron to handle. I felt his dick spasm as it emptied inside me.

"Wow. Marissa. I... never knew about this side of you." Byron said, still panting.

"Like I said. There's a new Marissa in town."

"Wanna meet up again sometime?" He asked.

Later that night, I lied in my bed, exhausted, a dildo back in my aching pussy, with Byron's number on a notepad next to me. 

I grabbed the phone, making a call.

"Wei. Is that you? It's me." I said, identifying myself since the new voice would have, to him, been unrecognizable.

"Yeah. How's the ride?" He asked.

"Fucking incredible. In fact, I can't leave." I said. 

"What?" Wei said. "You're staying in the body?"

"Yeah, I've decided I can't give this up. The tits, the looks, don't get me started on the orgasms."

"Ok, so why call?" He asked. "Just run away?"

"No, the cops are too used to that. I'll get tracked down. I mean, this body isn't exactly incognito. But I've got a plan."

"What is it?"

"When I go back, to swap back, just send Michael's consciousness back to him. Keep me in Marissa."

"Devious! I like it." Said Wei. "I'll get working on the system now. How are you gonna fake being her though? You have none of her memories!"

"I'll get by. Something tells me she's in her boss's good graces for awhile." I said, chuckling.