After Benji dropped me off at my place in the suburbs, I couldn't get my mind off of what had just happened. I had just learned I am a "bodyhopper", someone with the power to enter and hijack someone else's body. Now that I knew I had the power, sitting alone at home seemed so boring. So I decided to go for a walk.
As I strolled through my neighborhood, I passed a number of people. A studious, bookworm looking girl with some earbuds in who wouldn't have been half bad with her glasses off, a busy looking businessman jabbering away on the phone, and a middle aged woman who was slightly pudgy but sported some huge knockers. Each of them leading their own, individual, private lives. But thanks to my new power, I could push my way into them and feel what they felt at any moment.
Turning the corner back to my place, I came across the Saunders' house. I saw the oldest girl, Missy, kissing her boyfriend goodbye in a large pickup truck. She had always been cute and now that she was in college she had started to become pretty popular among the local guys. She stepped out and walked toward the house, looking back at me for a second without acknowledging me before heading in.
Despite her seeing me around the neighborhood for months, she still couldn't even spare the time for a simple "hello". Just because she had a cute face with piercing eyes didn't put her above me. So, maybe acting brashly, I stopped what I was doing and turned towards her front door. I needed to put her in her place. If I had a little fun while doing it, that wouldn't hurt either.
Ringing the doorbell, I waited for a second before she arrived to answer. As soon as she opened it, I dove and hopped her.
I felt myself pouring down her throat before regaining some sensation. First her feet, then her legs, torso, tits and face. Before long, my eyes opened and I stared out into the empty street.
My immediate reaction was how light and airy I felt. I jumped up and down once or twice, just to test it. I bent down, unrestricted by the lack of muscle mass and placing my hands flat on the ground with zero resistance. Missy's body was tiny, and now I was too. Even though I had weighed around 200 pounds as a guy, I was now inside a girl who weighed around 100 with nothing feeling off. I still wasn't sure how this bodyhopper stuff worked.
Enough messing around. I bounced up the stairs to what my new memories told me was Missy's room. I threw off her dress, leaving only a pair of damp red panties remaining. "Not sure if that's from me or you, girl" I thought to myself.
I finally took a good look at myself in the mirror. I was tiny, perky, and cute as a button. I loved the way my stolen face smiled back at me. Missy's body was super thin and had the small tits to match. Giving them a squeeze, I quickly realized there wasn't much there and was just pulling and tugging at the nipples more than anything else, which sent a warm shock across my teenage frame.
I decided to play a little dress up and see what all the fuss was about. It turned out, with smaller tits Missy had a bunch more options. Most of her outfits were fine without a bra, since they were too small to sag and bounce wildly. Her bras were small, honestly comically so compared to what I had gotten used to. Looking myself deep in Missy's eyes, I made a smoldering face which she used to drive the guys wild. Made sense, since I was a guy and it was driving me wild.
I couldn't take it anymore and decided to go to work on this dripping snatch. Jackie had taught me what the female anatomy was capable of doing, and now equipped with a fresh pussy, I was ready to go again. Reaching down, I knew just where to go as I tapped my clit to get things started.
Unexpectedly, Missy's memory popped into my head. "Heh." I chuckled to myself as I leaned to reach under her bed and grab a bullet vibrator. I used my mouth to wet it, just as she would have, before rubbing it up and down my folds. When it was as wet as I was, I stuffed it ridge by ridge into my canal. Each increase in power unlocked a new wave of pleasure, and it wasn't long before I was clamping and twisting my tits to push me closer to an orgasm.
"Ahhh AAHHH" I sighed as I felt the euphoria reach a peak. It seemed younger bodies are hornier, as the pleasure from cumming in Missy was one of the most powerful I'd ever felt.
"Wish I had more to grab." I said to myself as I slapped the underside of my boobs. "Bigger tits would so have made this ten times better."
Grinning, I grabbed Missy's phone in my tiny manicured hands. Finding a number that said "babe" with a bunch of heart emojis, I sent a text.
"Come over, I'm so horny and I need you in me nowwww"
The reply came just as fast.
"I don't know what's gotten into you babe but I think I like it" He responded.
Mrs. Santini, a woman who lived in my neighborhood (and was admittedly super
hot) had been acting different.
Where before, she was soft spoken and reserved, speaking in her soft accent,
people said that her personality had become overtly sexual almost overnight.
Moans poured from her house, and she'd been seen flashing her tits or sneaking
into back alleyways with people I knew from my senior class.
But those were just rumors.
At least that was what I thought until I saw Gil, a big oaf of a bully, whip
out a video in the parking lot of him fucking Mrs. Santini, her big tits
flopping everywhere as her pussy got pounded.
With this, the rumors were all but confirmed.
"How did you pull that off?" I asked him later, to the side.
"Because she saw my big dick and immediately dropped her pants. Duh." Gil
responded.
I didn't really buy that, so I decided to do my own investigation. After
school one day, I tailed Gil from a safe distance as he and his gang posted up
outside of a shed attached to the woodshop classroom. Sneaking into the
classroom, I listened through the cracked door. It seemed like a pair of
footsteps were approaching.
"Is this the spot?" I immediately recognized the voice as Toby, another less
than savory character who moved in the same circles as Gil.
"Yeah. 200 bucks to go in, you get 50 back for each of us you let fuck her.
Deal?" Gil said.
"How long I got?" Toby asked.
"1 hour. We'll text her phone when you have 5 min left. Try to at least get
her alone cause she tends to bug out otherwise."
"Ok. Deal. Y'all aren't fucking shit though. I'm taking some pics for the
spank bank and that's it." Toby said as I heard a rattle of a wooden sounding
door open.
I heard the voices go inside the shed and become muffled. My heart pumping, I
went outside and again looked through a crack in the slats of the shed. I saw
Toby's gangly body crawl into a trapdoor on the ground. As soon as he
disappeared inside, the door slammed shut on it's own accord.
"That dude is definitely gonna let us hit. After orgasm #1 he'll be addicted."
Gil said stepping away. I heard his friends laugh as they walked away. I
turned around, running through the door to the woodshop and far away, even as
I heard them yell after the noise.
That night, I snuck back to the shed to see what was up. Going inside, I
pulled open that trapdoor and found a slanted tunnel. It didn't make a ton of
sense to me, but if Toby had paid 200 bucks to see what was down here then I
was gonna check it out.
There was a tiny speck of light down at the end of the tunnel. Crawling
towards it, I had a shock when I heard the door slam behind me! The only way
now was forward. Moving forward, I saw the speck become larger, coming into
focus. I saw motion as the picture became clearer and looked more like a
camera shot. I was shocked when I saw them.
Tits, big tits were spilling off of a chest. As the view got clearer, I could
see down between the legs. Panties, and no cock in sight. Sounds and even what
felt like touch became even more prominent as the blackness faded away.
"Is this a woman?" I said aloud. "Is tha woam" I heard a feminine voice say,
overlayed with where my voice should be.
"No, no, not again. Please don't do anything to my body." I heard a voice
pleading. The accent sounded familiar. "No more sex, please. I can't take any
mo -" I focused on stopping speaking and the mouth snapped shut. It seemed
like my control over this body was slowly growing.
Redoubling my focus, I tried to get the body to stand up. It turned, pushing
and wobbling unsteadily from side to side. The tits swung pendulously before
resting, centered. Trying the legs, I pushed and they pushed, putting me
upright. I took inventory of the place and I noticed my vantage point seemed a
bit below where I was used to.
"Ok, let's try walking." I said, the voice now coming through crystal clear.
All vestiges of the accent were gone, replaced by my own. It felt kind of like
my legs were numb as I teetered on these wider, unfamiliar appendages. My
boobs bounced, and I instinctually moved two hands up to soften the bobbling
as I went forward.
Turning into what was a bathroom, I jumped as I saw my reflection in the
mirror. Mrs. Santini! The my mouth dropped, and my MILF neighbor's did the
same.
All of a sudden it clicked. The weird behavior, the meeting behind the school,
the offers for sex, her pleading to stop, it all clicked into place. The
trapdoor was a portal. A portal into Mrs. Santini's mind. Where I now
was.
I found eyes begin to wander down to the two massive globes attached to my
borrowed chest. They looked good. Once my hands went up, they felt even
better. This female skin had more give, more softness, and the breasts were
the softest part. Kneading them sent pulses of warmth through my supple frame. The
desire seemed to focus into my nipples, and I gave them slight tweaks and
twists, using my manicured fingernails to multiply the pleasurable pain.
"Ahh" I felt leave my mouth, involuntarily. I laughed to myself, a light
titter after passing through the filter of Santini's vocal cords.
Well, from what I heard earlier, I only had an hour in here, and as an 18 year
old boy who had never seen tits other than on a screen, I was like a fox let
loose in the henhouse. No way were we stopping here.
All this exploration had been seriously turning me on, but in new and
unfamiliar ways. Instead of a boner sprouting between my legs, I felt a warmth
in my tummy and an anxiety in my crotch kind of like having to pee, but
different. I didn't take a look until I felt a few drops of something running
down my leg - my own grool. Reaching down I wiped it off. The substance formed
webs between the points of my manicured hands as I splayed my fingers.
"Let's get more comfy." I said to myself aloud, putting a shit eating grin on
my MILFy face. By this point, I was 100% in control, I noted. Even if my
proprioception was off from the unfamiliar shape, the muscles responded to my
command as easily as they would in my own body.
Arriving in the master bedroom, I plopped down on the bed. A full length
mirror was up on her wall, and I stared at the big titted woman copying my
every movement. I spread my legs and got ready to urge this pleasure through
me.
Touching my finger to both labia, I pulled it up as I savored the sensations.
At the top, the folds closed together and formed into a tiny nub. As soon as I
bumped into it, I was rewarded with the strongest wave of pleasure I'd yet
felt. Going back and forth, I kept feeling the pleasure waves on this button
at the top of my slit, so naturally I focused there. I tried a few motions,
tapping it repeatedly, pushing down on it, until I started to rub left and
right on this spot like a deejay. I felt the pleasure crescendo as I kept up
this motion.
"Whoaaah, ok, yep, we're doing that." I said to myself as the pleasure rose to
heights beyond what I had ever felt in my male masturbation sessions. The
sensations rose and rose, and...
Boom. My legs began to spaz, outside my control. My pussy clenched, my legs
shake again and again, and the cycle continued. On and on and on. The pleasure
reached a peak and didn't come down. I fell back on the bed, a breathless heap
of hair and tits.
As the stars faded from my vision. I glanced around. "Oh shit!" I said. "Oh,
shitttt." I repeated as I realized the possibilities.
It looked like Gil and everyone else had accumulated a collection of sex toys
from their trips to Mrs. Santini. They lined the nightstand, and some were
strewn on the floor nearby. I had never really thought much of what sex toys
would feel like for a woman, but then again I had never thought I would have
the corresponding equipment.
"Damn. Too bad I already came." I said. But the horniness was still there. As
a male, it would have rapidly subsided, giving way to post nut clarity. There
was no such dropoff now. I wanted - no, more than that - craved more
stimulation. And these toys were the way to get it and then some.
I grabbed the classic - a magic wand. Turning it on, I backed off at the roar
it gave. Was I ready for this? Before I could think, I touched it to that
pleasure button.
Whoa! I had to pull back. That was insane. Ten times the stimulation my finger
could deliver. After the orgasm though, a bit of overstimulation. I eased it
back on, and the pleasure roared back up. I flopped around, turning each way
to find the best angle of attack onto my pussy button - the clit as I
remembered learning in health class.
Before I could get to orgasm #2, I heard footsteps in the hallway. "Shit,
shit, shit." I said to myself as I turned off the wand and threw it aside. My
pussy was throbbing and pulsing. I'd definitely call it blue balls if I
actually had balls.
"Babe, that you?" I heard a man's voice ask. The door opened and I saw who I
knew to be her husband. "Did I hear you masturbating in here?" He asked. I
stared at him, the horniness still there and somehow growing stronger. I
realized I was nude and the room reeked a salty pussy smell. There was no
denying it. I could either fight this or get the release I so desperately
craved.
"Take your clothes off and fuck me now." I commanded. He didn't need to be
told twice.
Although I never thought I would get it on with a man, he had the equipment
needed to get me where I needed to go. I pulled him into me and shoved my tits
into his face as he frantically undressed.
Taking his dick, I tapped it against my tits, rubbing them up and down the shaft. Before long, it was rock solid and ready to help soothe the burning between my legs.
I let him suck my nipples as I kept rubbing my pussy. I leaned and fell onto
my back, and spread my legs open, giving him every clue that I needed to be
filled that instant.
He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy before taking the plunge. I felt my
walls spread as it was buried deep inside. I closed my eyes, relishing in the
waves of pleasure rushing over me. The immaculate tits didn't escape my
detection and I juggled them up and down, loving the ability to grab them
whenever I wanted.
I took it all, reaching a peak until I shook once more, convulsing around the
shaft buried so deep within me.
I came down, then back up. I was ready for another, closer, closer,
closer!
Until, I felt her vision pull away from me. I lost connection to her senses,
her arms going numb from my perspective. The phantom pleasure still remained
as I was pulled back through the tunnel, the vision once again vanishing into a
speck.
I felt myself land in warm grass. I was exhausted from the whole experience.
Was it a dream? It certainly hadn't felt that way.
"Hey, nerd." I heard an aggressive and boorish voice cry out. "You owe us big
time."
