Alex the Bodyhopper By Tobyredone

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Alex the Bodyhopper - Chapter 1

Author - Tobyredone

My first hop? Oh, wow. That’s a flash back. It was quite a while ago. I was still a boy, as a matter of fact. I had just recently turned 17, and was still in high school.

I was sitting in 8th period geometry, which happened to be my favorite class. Not so much because I liked geometry, but because I liked the teacher. Her name was Miss Lane. She was a goddess. She had long flowing blonde hair that reached to her mid back, a beautiful face with high cheek bones, and a small nose. Her eyes were blue, like a summer sky. She had small pink lips, and a great smile which she flashed to whoever could give her a correct answer. That had always inspired me to pay attention. Oh, and she also had an hour glass figure complete with knock out breasts, and the best rear that you can imagine. Soft, and round, and tight. Not to be outdone, she had long legs that seemed to be about half of her length.

Normally she was always sitting at the front of the room waiting for us, ready to start the lesson for the day. She usually dressed in some type of suit/dress combo of a very feminine color, or on my favorite days, a tight sweater with a pair of fitted black slacks that showed off her great assets. But still, myself and a lot of other guys in the class wished she would dress a bit more revealing for once.

Today though, when class had supposed to have started, she was no where to be found and it was about 15 minutes past the start. We were all starting to get rowdy, as any group of unsupervised high school children will when left to there own devices, when she finally rushed in.

We all stopped to stare at her as she stood in front of her desk. Not because some type of authority finally being heaped upon us, but because of the way she was dressed. My jaw just about hit my desk. Maybe the previous problem stated about her dress code would finally be answered. She stood there in a set of black 4” heels, a tight black mini-skirt that came down just far enough to be decent while she stood, and a skin tight white tank top that left her midriff bare, but even while covering her breasts, put them on show with the help of a bright pink push up bra that could be easily seen under the thin tank. She also had a small matching black jacket that barely went across her shoulders, and down about as far as her tank top. She had hoop earrings, and her normally fancy hair was simply pulled back in a pony tail. She looked like she was ready to go out clubbing, not teach a class.

But my biggest surprise after I finished digesting her strange outfit was her face. Where her normally pretty face with blue eyes and pink lips was, there was a gruff, manly face with a thin mustache, an overly large nose, and brown eyes.

“Okay kids, I don’t have much time today because… well… lets just say something has come up, and I have to help get it back down to normal size… “ She said as she added a giggle at the end, but in a gruff voice that I had not heard before. “So, I want you to all put your homework on my desk before you leave, and spend the night doing something fun, and not worrying about math homework, okay? Now get out of here, class is canceled.” She finished telling us quickly before bolting back out of the room.

Everyone slowly looked around, as if to confirm what they had just heard had not been just in their own head. Then there was a mad dash of kids tearing paper out of notebooks, and running to the front of the room to deposit last night’s homework in a messy heap on Miss Lane’s Desk, before all piling through the door. And then, it was only me along with a few of the other, less popular kids. I looked to my right at my best friend Benny, who was looking at me smiling.

“Did you see that Ben? What the hell was up with Miss Lane? She looked weird.” I said quietly not wanting to attract attention to myself.

“Dude! She was dressed like a hooker or something! She was so hot!” he replied. “So hot!” He repeated.

I nodded and licked my lips as I thought about how the next part was going to sound. “Yeah, but what was up with her face?” I asked, hoping that Ben didn’t think I was insane, as I was hoping myself.

“What about her face?” Ben asked as he looked at me as if I was retarded. “It was amazing, like usual. She is such a hottie.” Benny said back with a satisfied smile on his face.

I couldn’t believe it! Ben didn’t see it. Then I wondered if the other kids had. But I don’t thing my high school reputation would gain much from asking people if the hottest teacher in school had the face of a man.

“What?” I confusedly said back, “What about the mustache, and man features?”

Benny was ripping his assignment out of his notebook when he stopped, looked at me, and said with concern in his voice, “Alex, are you feeling okay? To much homework, dude? Her face was just like every other day, hot.”

He then finished ripping out his assignment, and head out after throwing his assignment on the top of the pile. I sat there for a minute before finally looking down at my notebook. I decided that I should go and look for Miss Lane, and make sure that it wasn’t in my head, and to also check my sanity.

I ripped out my assignment, tossed the notebook in my back pack, tossed the assignment on the pile, and walked out of the room, and towards the teacher’s break room, figuring I would try there first, then her office, but not really knowing what I expected to find.

As I passed by the room/closet with the copiers and fax machine in it, I heard the same giggle that I had heard in class a few minutes ago. I found what I was looking for. So I stopped in my tracks, and walked to the doorway. I leaned around the corner and peeked in to an unbelievable sight.

There was Miss Lane, leaning back on a table, with her legs hooked around a man’s back, and her hands clawing at the front of his dress shirt. His pants were pulled down a bit, and there were papers all over the floor. He was making small grunts as he thrust up into her, and she was rocking slightly with him, making the most of it. As her head moved back and forth with the strange man’s face on it, her eyes eventually turned towards my face, peeking around the corner. She locked eyes with me, and I felt like I was frozen in place, watching this unreal scene happening in front of me.

Just then the man’s thrusting became more urgent, and Miss Lane’s new rough face grimaced in what I thought may be an orgasm, as she started to call out in her now manly voice, “… yes! YES! Oh screw me, yes!” Just as the man seemed to stop thrusting, and groaned quietly.

Finally, he too, noticed I was watching, and I noticed that it was assistant principle Dickly, living up to his name apparently. He immediately pulled out of Miss Lane, and yanked his pants up, and as he started to open his mouth and speak, Miss Lane said, “Charles, why don’t you head to your office, I’ll take care of Mr. Smith here, okay?” as she patted his groin, before reaching down, and adjusting her own matching bright pink panties to once more cover her pussy.

Mr. Dickly quickly shuffled past me, and down the hallway, turning red from embarrassment.

Miss Lane, however, just sat up on the table, with her legs still spread, showing off her matching panties under her mini-skirt, and looked at me. “So, Mr Smith, what’s it going to take to keep you quiet about this little adventure? Hmm? Do you want a BJ, maybe?” She said as she sauntered over to me and placed her hand on my crotch.

Kind of freaked out, but too freaked out to move away I looked down at her hand and then back up at her. “Miss Lane, what’s going on with you? Why are you dressed like that, and why is your face so different?” I asked honestly.

Her new manly face went from amusement to concern quickly. She pulled her hand away from my crotch very cautiously. “My face is different?” She asked and then gave me a look. “Do you see a mustache?” She asked quickly.

I nodded.

“Oh crap. You gotta be… Fucking hell, I do not have time for this. Shit… I was going to head to cheer practice in a few minutes. I’d hate to miss out on her body for another day… hmm… maybe we can make this quick.” She said as a sly smile suddenly came over her face.

She reached out with her delicate hands, and pulled me closer, as she began to unfasten my pants. I was kinda hard from watching the whole scene a minute or two ago, but still not ready to just drop my pants while all this was so strange.

“Wait, what’s going on, stop!” I said.

“I’ll explain everything, but I need you to go with the flow, or I’ll be late. So calm down, and get Mr. Happy out.” She said as she reached down to once again pull the bright pink panties to one side of her pussy. Watching that sight finished the job of making me excited, as she again took charge, and pulled me into her, as I easily slid all the way inside her, as lubricated as she already was.

As she started to slowly gyrate her hips, and I began to softly moan, she started whispering in my ear, “I am not Miss Lane, as you can see. My name is actually Stanley. I’m inside Miss Lane’s body. I’ve been inside her since I saw her in a small bookshop yesterday evening. I am, and soon you will be, what is called a body hopper. I can possess someone, and use their body as I see fit. The reason you can see my face on her body, unlike everyone else, is because you are also a hopper. Once we finish having sex, you will also be able to hop into people’s bodies.”

At that I started to pull out, but she grabbed my butt, and pulled me back in. “Whoa there. Calm down, I realize this is a big step, but trust me, you’ll love it. Now then, where was I, Oooooh. Yeah, that’s the speed… ah hem… You’ll be able to take over any body you want just by concentrating on being them. When you get in them, you are in total control, and you have access to all their memories if you want them, and they look completely normal to everyone else. The only exception is that other hoppers will see your face on the person you are in, or as we hoppers like to call them, your mount. Also, any picture taken of you, after it’s developed will also show your real face on the mount and any mirrors will also give you away. Other than that, everyone sees Miss Lane’s face on me, and hears her voice coming from me right now.”

Stanley knew how to move her body to best effect, and I was young, and had pretty much no experience, and so about that time, I shot into her.

“Great job kid. Now, are you ready to part ways?” Stanley asked from his vantage point inside Miss Lane, while I was still recovering, getting ready to pull out.

“Whew… oh that was awesome… Oh man… but wait… Stanley, is it? Stanley, are you sure I can take over someone’s body? I mean I’m not sure if this is all really happening…” I managed to breath out in rough breaths as leaned back, pulled my pants up, and watched Stanley once again reach down and pull the bright pink panties over Miss Lane’s now abused pussy.

“Time to make a believer out of you, boy.” She said with a grin, and suddenly she laid back, and began to tremble, like she was having a seizure. All of this clear liquid started to come out of her body, her mouth, her ears, and nose. It flowed out quickly, and before I knew it another person was sitting naked on the table next to an unconscious Miss Lane.

“Nice to meet you person to person, kid. This is what I really look like,” said Stanley quite matter-of-factly.

My jaw was on the floor. I looked over at Miss Lane, now laying on the table with her own face again, legs still spread, arms sprawled out on the table, and back at this naked man sitting next to her. He was rather average looking, and if I had to guess in his mid thirties. He had the thin mustache and face that was previously on Miss Lane, and not much of a build at all. He was about the same height as me.

“Well, hop her kid, I don’t have all day. Normally I’d teach you the ropes, but I’m in a hurry, as I said before. I don’t want to miss my opportunity to get a ride in your schools head cheerleader.” Stanley said to break me out of my stunned silence.

“I’m not going to hop her. I don’t even know what to do, or if this is even real.” I said.

“Well, you have to hop her, because now I need your clothes or I’m walking around naked. Or I suppose I could get back inside your favorite teacher, and go back, and change all your grades to F’s and get you expelled for the trouble you’ve caused me… in case you forgot, the assistant principle owes dear Miss Lane a favor.”

“What! Oh man. What did I get myself into?” I asked to know one in particular.

“Her in a moment.” Stanley said as he pointed down at Miss Lane, “Now get started.”

I reached out, and touched her arm. Nothing happened.

“You have to want to be her, kid. Try again.” I heard over my shoulder.

I reached up, touched her face, and thought about what it would be like to be Miss Lane. What kind of favor I could get out of asst principle Dickly if I was her. Suddenly I felt different. I felt like I was loosing height. I looked down and saw my arms becoming a transparent goo. I felt my fingers work there way in Miss Lane’s nose. I felt my body press up against hers and the rest of me start to flow to her face, and in her mouth, and even ears. Then suddenly my perspective changed…

I could feel feet. Feet at an odd angle, and pinched in the toes. I could feel long legs, but different than mine, and very drafty. Then I felt a mini-skirt wrap around my waist, and a strange new feeling of a slightly tingly pussy, covered by smooth silky underwear, and a string up my ass. I was wearing a thong now! And then I felt a tight stomach, and two mounds of flesh restrained by a tight band that could only be that pink wonder bra I was ogling so shortly before this bizarre change of fates. Suddenly I could feel arms, and see the room again from Miss Lane’s position on the table, and feel her hair under her back, pulling on her head… now my head.

I quickly sat up, then stood up. I wobbled a bit on my new 4” heels, and turned and looked at Stanley.

“Congratulations kid, your first hop went pretty well. Just wait until you try to hop a lively one. That gets fun.” He said.

I moved my new hands to my breast, and began fondling them gently. I loved the sensation. It was so new, foreign, and felt great. A small moan escaped my lips. I heard Stanley laugh, and looked at him.

He was empting my jean pockets, and putting the stuff in my back pack. He then proceeded to slide them on, followed by my shirt quite quickly. I can only assume he had gotten pretty good at dressing in a hurry.

I took a step towards him, and suddenly felt a new sensation that was again completely foreign to me… cum. Leaking out of me. Leaking out of my pussy, and into my bright pink thong.

“Oh yuck. She’s freaking leaking. I’m going to ruin Miss Lane’s panties. And where are you going with my clothes? How much sex did you have with her body?” I asked as I looked down at her mini-skirt and wondered about the abused nether regions it covered. “Ew… I’m still freaking leaking. How much sex did you have with her body?” I added to the questions I was shooting out.

Stanley just looked at me and smiled, then said, “You’ll get use to the clean up, but the orgasms are worth it, my friend. I recommend trying out Lane’s pussy before you ditch her, she has a hair trigger, and has awesome highs. Multi-orgasms are so nice. I had enough to get her a new reputation around school, but you can add to it, don’t be afraid. Oh, and the panties are new from Victoria Secret in the mall down the way from the book shop I picked her up in, so don’t worry too much about wrecking them. Go try something on there; you have her credit cards in her purse in her car.” He said with a wink, and then added, “Before I head out, try and tell me something about her that you didn’t know and pull it from her memory. Just think about it, and it will come to you from her unconscious mind.”

I just then realized I never knew Miss Lane’s first name. Then, all of a sudden, poof, it was there in the back of her head. Her name was Alison. “My first name is Alison, and I’m twenty six years old, and I’m a natural blonde… oh this is cool. All the answers are right there.”

“Good job my new friend, but I am late for my trip to the gym, and the best cheerleader I can find, so good luck. Call me later; I’ll leave my number in here.”

He then grabbed a pen off a small tray on the table which my new body had just been screwed twice in a row on, a piece of paper off the ground, scribbled a number on the sheet, stuffed it in my back pack, and handed the pack to me.

He then headed out the door, and off towards the gym, as he called out over his shoulder, “Oh, and don’t stay too long in one girl, or you may take on her shape for a while, or get stuck in her.”

And suddenly I was left alone in a copy room, holding my pack back in my teacher’s body which was leaking cum into my new panties with no idea what to do. I started to slowly walk(to keep balance in my new heels) out of the copy room, and down the hallway, with no real destination in mind, trying to ignore the feeling of my soggy crotch, and the sensations of more cum leaking into the tiny panties.

Suddenly as I was going around a corner, I ran into principle Riggens. He looked me up, then down, then up again. He eyes briefly stopped at my chest and legs before looking back into my face.

“Alison, can I see you in my office for a bit please? Now?” He said sternly.

“Um, certainly, Principle Riggens,” I managed to reply

He gave me an odd look, and then quickly spun and headed down the hall towards his office, as I followed as best I could while in 4” heels for the first time.

He roughly swung the door open, and walked in, as I followed behind a few moments later.

“Close the door, Alison.”

I did as I was told.

“Have a seat,” he said as he motioned to the two chairs in front of his desk. I moved quickly to sit down, and almost fell in the shoes just as my butt hit the seat. I was a pretty good student, and had never been summoned to the principle’s office because I was in trouble before. I was scared. Especially in my teachers body, with no clue what he was going to say. I had ran out of time to wonder, as he leaned forward and started to speak.

“Alison, what has gotten into you today? First you show up dressed like some sort of street girl, and late at that, you flake out of your first class, and have sex with the gym teacher Mr. Tiggles.”

“I’m sorry Principle Riggens, I just…” I started to stammer out.

“I’m not done yet. And when have we called each other by our last names? It’s always been Eric before. And for pete’s sake Alison, close your legs! You’re showing off your underwear.” He said as he pointed down at my uncrossed, slightly open legs. With as short as my skirt was, I was indeed showing off all of Miss Lane’s new pink thong, complete with growing wet spot. I quickly slapped them together.

“I can see from the shininess on your thighs that the rest of the stories were true, as well. After Mr Tiggles, you had sex with Brain Masters, the varsity quarter back, and his friend Richard Baxter. You realize that you could be brought up on charges for those boys, right? Then after that, you went to a few classes, and proceeded to masturbate in front of them on your desk! Alison, that is just wrong! And then, I heard after all that you went after assistant principle Dickly! So, Alison, what should I do with you? Hm?”

I didn’t know what to say. I was suddenly caught up in everything Stanley had managed to do. I had began to stammer out apologies, as I couldn’t come up with anything else. Principle Riggens put up a hand to stop me.

“There is only one way I’m over looking all of this today,” he paused shortly before continuing, “and that is if I get some of the action, too.”

I looked acrossed at Principle Riggens. He was in his late forties, I knew from Miss Lane’s memories, and she had certainly never wanted to have sex with him. He was slightly over weight, and balding, and reeked of cheap cologne. But, if it would get me out of his office, and keep Miss Lane in a job until she could answer for herself, I figured what was one more time today, right? Except this time the pussy that was being filled was mine!

“Um… ah… Prin… I mean… Eric, I guess we could come to some type of arrangement. What did you have in mind?” I asked mildly.

“Right here, you bent over my desk, like I’ve had so many fantasies of. Oh, and this doesn’t mean that if someone else turns you in, I’ll be covering for you. It just means that I won’t turn you in… at least today.” He replied with a sinister grin.

I slowly stood. I had no problems with his terms. It wasn’t my life. I felt bad for Miss Lane, but I couldn’t undo what Stanley had already done, and just wanted to escape this office. So I went around to the other side of the desk. Principle Riggens took the opportunity to reach up and fondle my breasts. It felt so good I had to let out a quiet moan. I felt Miss Lane’s pussy start to warm up slightly.

He then stood, and gently turned me by the shoulders towards his desk, and pushed forward on my back to bend me over his desk. I complied, and bent over with my back straight and my hands grabbing the edge of his desk, and my breasts pressing into the hard wood of his desk. I then felt him lift up my black mini-skirt.

Suddenly he slapped my ass very roughly. “OUCH!” I cried out.

He laughed evilly before pulling down my bright pink thong about 6 inches. I felt it peel off my still moist pussy and felt the string pull out from between my toned ass cheeks. Suddenly I felt him press his prick up against my bottom set of lips.

He began to tease my lips by running his prick up and down the length of them, until finally I found myself instinctively pushing back against him to try and get it in me. What the hell was I doing, I thought? Then his dick entered, and I lost all conscious thought for a moment.

It was ecstasy. And it was only the first inch. He pushed in and out for a bit, and I bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes. Suddenly he thrust in me all the way. My eyes shot open, and I let out a yelp of pleasure.

He began to rhythmically slam into me, and I began to gyrate Miss Lane’s tight ass around to enhance my own pleasure. This was the best feeling I had ever had. If this was what sex was like for girls, no wonder Stanley had done all that stuff in Miss Lane’s body.

Principle Riggens changed tempo, and I matched it. I was seeing spots in my eyes from the pleasure, and then, too soon, I felt a whole new sensation.

He blew his load deep into Miss Lane’s pussy. It was another new high for me, but still not enough to tip me over the edge. I felt his prick shrinking inside of me as I desperately try to grind against him a few last strokes before he pulled out, and sat back in his chair.

“You are a horny little minx today, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

I could once again feel cum leaking out of me. I stood up, and pulled the only protection I had up my sticky thighs. As I replaced the already cum soaked panties, I walked around the desk to the other side.

“Have a good weekend Alison. We’ll see each other again on Monday, I assure you.” Principle Riggens said in an amused tone, “Oh, and don’t forget to pull the back of your skirt back down.”

I yanked the skirt down barely over my ass cheeks as I exited his office, and decided it would be best to head out of school before I got caught in any more of Stanley’s mess. However every time one of Miss Lane’s perfect legs scissored open and closed, and more of a combination of men’s cum leaked out of Miss Lane’s pussy and into her bright pink thong, I realized I was living Stanley’s mess. I quickly walked to her office, and found where Stanley had left her car keys. I then bolted as fast as I could to her car in 4” heels and a mini-skirt.

As I pulled out of the parking lot, I realized I was still horny, and that Principle Riggens needed to work on his staying power as badly as I did as a male. I also figured that Stanley and I had made so much trouble for Miss Lane, that one more screw probably wouldn’t add much more trouble for her. I thought about who I could go to, and suddenly an evil smile crossed my face.

I headed for Ben’s house.

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Alex the Bodyhopper - Chapter 2

I arrived at Ben’s house about twenty minutes later, hopped out of Miss Lane’s small car, grabbed my back pack, and headed up to the front door. As I rang the door bell, and stood there, I realized how cold it was for women wearing short skirts with cum filled panties to be outside. The cool spring wind blew right up my almost non-existent skirt, and I began to shuffle my feet until Ben’s mom finally answered the door.

“Hello Mrs. Patterson, could I speak to Ben for a few moments?” I asked politely.

“Do I know you miss?” she replied.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot, you probably don’t know me. I’m his teacher Miss Lane.” I replied quickly.

“His teacher? Dressed like that? What do you teach?” She replied skeptically.

“I had a special session on sex ed today, and I wanted to show the students what a prostitute might dress like. You can never be too careful.” I lied quickly.

“Oh really,” She said with obvious doubt in her eyes. “And what do you need Ben for?”

“Oh, um… Someone left this satchel in my class today, and I need to return it,” I said as I quickly thought up another lie, and then held up my back pack. “It has some important homework in it, and I don’t recognize the name, but I did notice that Ben sat next to the boy. The name on the papers inside is Alex, does Ben know him?”

She looked at me for a moment, and then finally gave in, and turned and called up the stairs to Ben’s room. “Ben, do you know where your friend Alex is, one of your teachers is here looking for him.”

“No Mom, I haven’t seen him since 8th period. He was kinda out of it though. I’m working on a project for Miss Lane right now, kinda busy.” I heard get yelled down the stairs after a few moments.

“Oh, that’s my project!” I squealed to Ben’s mom. “Can I go up and see how he’s doing on it, maybe drop the satchel off so he can give it to his friend?”

“I suppose. I’m burning dinner and I have to check on the baby, so can you head up yourself, it’s the second door on the right up the stairs.” She replied just before turning and walking back towards the kitchen.

“Thank you!” I called after her before turning and walking carefully up the stairs in 4” heels.

I got to Ben’s door, opened it, walked in, and closed and locked it behind myself. He was sitting in a swivel chair playing a video game that probably had very little to do with the project that he had told his mother about a bit ago. As he heard the door open and close he turned in the chair to look at whoever had come in to intrude on his privacy. His mouth was in a grimace until he saw me in Miss Lane’s body standing with her back to his door, still dressed as he had seen her in class that morning. It was about then that I decided to have a bit of fun with my good friend Ben.

“Oh Ben, I’ve wanted you so badly for so long, and I finally just can’t hold it in any longer. Please say you want me too.” I said in my best acting voice.

“I… ah… um… um… I” he stammered.

I walked over to him, and high stepped Miss Lane’s left foot up onto the left arm of the chair he was sitting in. He stared at the heeled foot, then up the shin, then knee, then up the thigh, until finally I was quite certain my still cum filled bright pink thong panties were the center of his attention. I briefly wondered if he could smell my musk, but then put it to the back of my mind.

“I came here for you. I want you in me. Now, Ben, right now. I need you.” I said in my best ‘desperate girl’ voice. I hope it sounded a lot more convincing to Ben as he heard Miss Lane’s voice.

“You… want… um… I…” He stammered again as he stared into my pink covered crotch set out on display in front of him.

“Oh I’ll take that as a yes Ben,” I said as I reached down with Miss Lane’s delicate fingers to unzip his fly, and yank his jeans and whitey-tighties down. He struggled to stand briefly as I struggled to get his pants down, but once they were down, I pushed him back down in the chair, and swung my leg off the arm of his chair. I flipped the miniskirt up, and made a show of gyrating Miss Lane’s sexy hips around as I slowly tugged her bright pink thong panties down. As they hit the floor, and I carefully stepped out of them, I looked at Ben to see he was at full mast in his chair.

So, I then put a leg over each side of the arms of his chair, and lowered myself onto his straining manhood. I cooed as his prick entered me, and wasted no time in sliding all the way down his shaft until I was fully impaled on him. As I gyrated my hips I could feel him squirm inside me. Once again it felt so alien. But very good.

I looked into his eyes and said, “Oh, Ben, yes, this is what I always wanted. Do me! Screw me!”

At this prompting he began to thrust up as best he could while sitting in the chair, but I could control the tempo more than him, and put it at a rate that best suited me, and my building waves.

And that’s what it felt like… waves of pleasure building and building. I started to see the spots again, and all of the sudden and explosion of pleasure made me cry out, “oh YES Ben!” as he kept going with his thrusting, and kept the orgasm tumbling over me and all of my senses. Finally I started to come down, but he kept thrusting yet, and I started to feel little aftershocks of my first female orgasm. I picked up the gyrations again, and once again felt the building waves. Then his thrusting suddenly speed up considerably, and I matched it with my hips, as the spots appeared again, and finally I felt him release deep inside of me, which again sent me over the edge, and I hit my second female orgasm, which caused me to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming to loudly.

I felt his prick shrinking, and got off him and his chair, and reclaimed Miss Lane’s poor pink panties, and carefully stepped into them, and pulled them up her long graceful legs, and back into place over her leaking slit, which was now starting to feel pretty normal, and in an odd, alien, very taboo way, kind of good. I then flipped the short skirt back down.

He was still recovering in his chair, and so I took my customary place lying down on my back on his bed like I always did when I was over as Alex. This time, though, I had to look between Miss Lane’s two perfect breasts to see Ben, and I’m certain that when he looked back, with my legs spread as far as they were, he had a fantastic view up her short skirt, and the by now completely soaked pink thong, and shiny thighs.

“Wow, Miss Lane. I never knew.” He finally managed to say.

At that, I busted out laughing. I looked at him and said, “Dude. Do you really think Miss Lane would be after you? Come on.”

“Wait, what is this, some kind of hidden camera show?” he asked as he looked around.

“No, you dufus. It’s me. Alex. I’m inside Miss Lane’s body.” I said nonchalantly. Then added, “I got you so good, you would have jumped out the window to bone me.”

“No way. No freaking way.”

“Yup,” I said as I held up a dainty hand, and admired the nails. “All me in here. Remember when I said she looked different today in class? Well, there was a guy inside her, making her act all slutty. He basically said if I could see him, I could also be in her, so he used her to screw me, and then let me hop in her, and take her body for a spin.”

“No way. Just no way. Prove it.” He replied.

“You keep an autographed picture of a porn star in your secret safe under your bed so your mom can’t find it and throw it out.” I replied quickly.

“Holy crap! Alex, this is amazing.”

Just then, I spied his digital camera, and had a thought.

“Dude, grab your camera, I’ll show you something else that will prove it’s me.”

He quickly grabbed the camera, and I grabbed Miss Lane’s breasts with one hand, and started to rub her pussy with the other. He began to take pictures. I quickly sat up, and took off her panties again. Next came the short skirt, and the top followed by the bra, until I in Miss Lane’s body sat on the corner of his bed friggin myself silly while he took snapshots.

After a few minutes, I figured he had enough, and started putting my clothes back on. He was disappointed until I told him to hurry up and load the pictures to his computer so we could see them. By the time I had my clothes back on, and I struggled with the bra until I looked in Miss Lane’s memory of how to put it on, he had the pics up on the screen.

There on Miss Lane’s impossibly hot body was my face in every picture.

“Oh that’s hot. You owe me a copy of those. E-mail them to me.” I said as I turned to leave.

“Wait. I have some questions.” He said.

“It will have to wait. Your mom may be getting suspicious. I’ve been up here for a while. Which reminds me, I have to leave my back pack here. Bring it with you when you come over tomorrow, okay? Thanks dude.” I said as I unlocked the door, and walked out.

I went down the stairs, out the door, and to Miss Lane’s waiting car. I backed it up, and then headed for her house using her mind to navigate the streets. Once there, I drove in the garage, went straight up to her bedroom, stripped to her pink panties, and laid down on her bed.

I then slipped a delicate hand down her panties, and began to finger her pussy and play with her breasts until I passed out from pleasure.

[xorg]

Alex the Bodyhopper - Chapter 3

I awoke the next morning to the sun in my eyes. I moved my hand to cover my face when I noticed that it was not my ‘normal’ hand. I looked down and saw two large breasts that were also not so normal, and then felt an aching, sticky pussy between two foreign legs. I sat up and groaned. I decided that it was about time I left Miss Lane’s lovely body, but had no clothes for the trek home, and didn’t want to do it naked.

I quizzed her sleeping mind for anywhere that she might keep male clothes, but she did not have a boyfriend, and no men’s clothes anywhere in her small house. I thought perhaps I would just go out as her and buy some, but as I began to move around, her aching vagina told me I should vacate, and let Miss Lane deal with these special pains.

I got her dressed in the same mini skirt, and white tank, this time skipping the bra and jacket. I then grabbed a pair of pink sweat pants and white tee shirt, and headed to her car.

I drove about two blocks away from my house, and stopped the car. I then started concentrating on being me, and shortly after, I could feel myself draining out of her. I was flowing out of her skin, her mouth and nose, and even out of her sorely abused pussy, until I sat somewhat out of breath on the middle console next to her.

I quickly grabbed the pink sweat pants and pulled them up my legs, and yanked the white tee shirt on, and got out of her car. As I stood up, I noticed that the pants were too short, and rode up my legs to about mid shin. I then looked over at Miss Lane, saw the mess she looked like after both Stanley and I had used and abused her lovely little body, and then left with a bit of regret not being in her anymore.

I had a brisk jog back to my house, being as I did not want anyone to see me in a pair of too short pink sweat pants. I made it all the way to my door without being obviously spotted by anyone, until I closed the front door, and spun around to come face to face with my sister.

“Nice pants, dork.” She said as she looked down at my borrowed sweats.

“Shut up Amy.” I said as I started to walk past her. “What the hell are you doing home from college anyway?”

“Off for the week, I decided to come home and hang out with the fam, and maybe see Kevin a time or too.” She replied before adding, “By the way, Mom and Dad are pissed that you didn’t come home last night, or call. You are so grounded. Oh, and your loser friend called like five times. The one that plays video games all the time, and ogles me whenever I’m in a swimsuit.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I said as I bolted up to my room to get changed into normal clothes.

I got in my room, pulled Miss Lane’s clothes off, and stuffed them in my closet, unsure of what else to do with them at that time. I then threw on some boxers, shorts, and a tee shirt, and headed back downstairs to call Ben, who must have called already wanting answers, and was the ‘friend’ that talked to my sister.

I grabbed the phone in the kitchen as was about to start dialing when I heard “Dammit Alex, I’m on the phone with Kevin. Get lost!”

“But I have to call Ben.”

“Do it later loser. I had the phone first.” She replied before adding, “Hang up now, or you’ll be sorry. I’ll make this week hell for you.”

I hung the phone up. My sister could be a real bitch when she wanted to. She had always gotten me in trouble before, and had blamed me for things I didn’t even do to my parents when she was close to being caught. But then I suddenly got an awesome idea, and decided it was time for some payback, and thanks to my new ability I could. I licked my lips and smiled to myself.

I went down the stairs, and saw her sitting on the couch, with her back to me, talking on the phone about nothing to her twit of a boyfriend, all while the TV was going full blast. I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t yet hopped a girl that was awake, but figured it was now or never, and slowly and quietly walked over to the edge of the couch.

I quickly reached down and pressed the end button on the phone, hanging up on Kevin, while at the same time reaching down to my sisters face, and thinking about wanting to be her.

“What the fuck! I’m gonna… what the hell? What’s happening to you…” she said as I started to turn into the clear stuff gel-like substance like last time, and started to run in through her mouth, nose, ears, and skin on her face.

Once again, I started to shrink, then started to feel sensations inside my new body. I could feel my sister’s bare feet, her legs encased in her tight denim jeans, her very different privates contained in her small cotton panties, and her exposed belly in her short tank top, and her breasts contained in her bra. I could feel her hands holding onto the phone, and finally her hair going down her face and neck.

As soon as I regained my composure, I laughed giddily. Licking my lips I dialed Ben’s number with my now very feminine fingers.

“Hello?” I heard Ben’s familiar voice say after the first ring. He must have been waiting by the phone.

“Ben, get your butt over to my house now, and bring my back pack with you.” I said.

“What the hell? Who is this? Amy? I called five minutes ago, and you told me to screw off.” I heard him say.

“Dammit Ben, It’s me Alex. I’m in Amy now. I just got back to my house. Get over here.”

“Alex? You’re in your sister now? Jez, can you go in anyone?” Ben asked.

“Ben. I’m inside my sister, who you have had a crush on since grade school. I’m going to go upstairs, and pick out something slutty to wear. If you aren’t here by the time I’m done, I’m going to the mall to find someone else to screw her body. Now get over here, and bring my pack back, and your camera.” I said just before hanging up.

I then dropped the phone, stood up, and headed for Amy’s room. On the way, I felt a strange pressure. I figured it felt almost like when I needed to take a whiz, so I detoured into the bathroom. Unbuttoning her pants, and pulling them and her panties to her ankles, I sat down on the toilet. As I relaxed my new pussy muscles, I felt a flow start. It felt strange, and yet somewhat similar to when I normally did this, only standing up. As the stream died down, I stood and grabbed some toilet paper. I was about to wipe her off when I looked down and smiled. She was shaved bald down there.

“Slutty Amy, Slutty.” I said as I then dapped the paper on her bald pussy.

I stepped out of her jeans and panties, and left them on the floor as I walked over to her room, and up to her full length mirror on the wall of her room. I then pulled her shirt off, and undid her bra to let the twins free.

I stood there looking at my sister’s body, with my face. I was not attracted to my sister at all, but my friends always told me she was hot. She had a very athletic figure. She had small feet, with toned legs, and a rock hard butt, which I quickly spun around and looked over my shoulder to admire. I then spun back around to once again admire her shaved pussy. I took her left hand and ran a finger up and down the length of her slit a few times, and then stopped as I felt her pussy moisten in response to the stimulation. There would be enough time for that later. I looked at her belly button piercing. It was a small Dolphin. As I wondered about it, I felt her mind tell me that Kevin had gotten it for her the last Valentines Day. That was sweet of him, I thought. She had apparently not put out that night, though because she had wanted more expensive jewelry from him. Well, I thought, perhaps I will have to call him back in a bit and set up a date tonight… Oh… He has a large dick, now that I look a bit deeper in her memory. Once again I feel the most fantastic heat start to develop in my borrowed pussy. I almost start fingering it again, but instead take stock of the rest of my new body. I look up to my sister’s proportional and quite pert breasts. I feel in the back of her mind and now know that she is a full B cup, which I guess fills out her form quite nicely. I suddenly regret not paying more attention to Miss Lane’s measurements, or what she trimmed her pussy like. Oh well, perhaps I will head back her way in the near future. I look at my sister’s dark black hair as it pulls from my face and down to her shoulders. Not her face, which normally has a set of small lips, a slightly up turned nose, and very alluring blue eyes.

I suddenly realize that Ben will be here any moment, and I have yet to pick out anything slutty to wear. I quiz my sister’s sleeping mind to see what she has here, as a lot of her wardrobe is still at college in her dorm room. Push up bras, tiny thongs, too short denim skirts, and napkin sized shirts all whirl through my mind from her sleeping unconscious mind. I’m not in the mood for any of that, though, until I get to her lingerie options.

She has the most delicious black leather corset and micro-fiber panty set. I quickly dig through her closet until I find it and put it on. Next comes the fishnet thigh high stockings out of her pantyhose drawer, and the icing on the cake is finding a pair of 4” black heels in her closet. They looked similar to Miss Lane’s and I wonder if they shop at the same stores briefly. Then I think that perhaps I will go out as my sister for a bit of shopping later. I look at myself in the mirror, and feel my pussy get moist to the point of leaking into the new panties I am turning myself on so much.

The door bell interrupts my thoughts, and I turn my sex kitten body around and head towards the front door. As I reach it, I strike a pose with my legs akimbo and my hips tilted like I always imagine a hot girl doing, and open the door to see Ben’s jaw drop open.

“Ha ha ha ha. Get in here dude.” I say as I turn and walk into the living room.

“Man, your sister is so hot. I can’t believe your going to let me screw you in her.” I hear from behind as I strike another pose in front of the couch. This time I bend over, put my hands on the small coffee table, showing my backside to Ben. I keep my back straight, and spreading my legs about four feet apart, which puts my black panty covered pussy and ass on prime display. Ben has to be able to see how horny I am, now, with the darker wet spot showing where the panties cover my love mound.

I turn my head and look over my shoulder to see him standing there stupidly staring and say, “C’mon man. I’m freaking horny. Let’s go. Yank the panties down and throw it in me.”

Ben takes a quick picture, nods, and quickly heads over and unzips his pants. I feel his shaking fingers grasp the waist band of my black bikini panties, and pull them down to mid-thigh. I then feel the head of his dick press up against my stolen pussy. As moist as I am Ben has no problem pushing into me, and I gasp in pleasure.

He begins to thump back and forth, our bodies making clapping noises, along with the grunts coming out of both of us. I feel the waves of pleasure again, building and building, but this time they come a tad stronger, and seem to flow all around my new body, from my center out to my fingers and toes. Every inch of me is in bliss as I pant, and bit my lower lip.

Ben’s humping doesn’t last long before it becomes more urgent, and his hands grip my hips, and pull my backside to him hard, and finally I feel a warm jet of his seed inside my belly. Then another. And again. He gives another few half hearted thrusts, and spills the rest of his load in me before I begin to feel him start to shrink.

I desperately start gyrating my hips, and hope this will be enough for a trip over the edge of orgasm, but it was too little, too late, and he slips out of me. I stand up and turn around to look at him.

“Oh, fuck. Man that was awesome Alex.” He says as he falls back into the lazy boy chair opposite the couch.

“Speak for yourself. It only left me wanting more.” I said in a disappointed tone, as I pouted, and crossed my arms over my breasts.

He looked at my apologetically. I reached down and pulled the panties up my thighs where he had so graciously left them, and got them back into place.

“Sorry Alex, I could try again in a bit.” He said as he shrugged his shoulders in the chair.

“Dude, from now on, when I’m in a chick, call me by her name, okay? Right now I’m Amy. It’s still her, I’m just in control.” I said as I moved my hands to caress my breasts over the black corset.

“Ok, it’s just a little weird for your sister to not be chewing my ass off for staring at her tits, you know? What’s going on? How did this happen?”

“I’m not sure why, but like I told you, I saw a guy’s face on Miss Lane yesterday. I confronted her, and when I said I could see his face, he screwed me with her body, and told me a story about how now I would be able to take over people’s bodies. He told me he was going to teach me about my new ‘powers’ but that he was in a rush, and after making sure I could get in a body, he headed out.” I told Ben.

“Where did he go?” Ben asked as he continued to stare at my breasts.

“Dude, she’s right. You do need to work on looking at girls in the eyes. And on giving me an orgasm. You came way too early.”

“Screw you!” He called out.

“You already did,” I said as I stuck my tongue out, “Why don’t you take some more pics while I strut Amy’s stuff?”

“Oh yeah,” he said as he flopped out of the chair, grabbed the camera, and his camera accessory bag, and started taking shots of me standing there, before also asking, “So seriously, what happened to the guy in Miss Lane? Is he coming back? Why Miss Lane?”

I started to pose. I pushed up my tits, I put my hands on my head, and then down to my waist and on my hips, and then jammed my hands down the front of the panties, which was apparently Ben’s favorite pose, because he started rapidly clicking pictures.

“He said he was headed for the cheerleader’s practice in the gym. I saw him headed that way, but got dragged into the principles office to answer for his day in Miss Lane’s body. He did give me a phone number, and said to call it in a few days. I’m pretty sure he wanted Miss Lane just because she was hot, and he wanted to screw with her body.”

He grabbed a few lenses out of his bag and started attaching them onto his camera. I moved to the stairs, and sat down on one as I did the splits to the sides. My sister does a lot of dance, and is very flexible. I grinned as he fumbled with the camera for a moment, and then started taking pictures. Then looked at the screen, and called me over.

“Woah, dude, check this out. If I combine the lenses, I get your sister’s face back in the pictures… One lens must reveal your face, and a second must flip it back to your sisters.” He said as he studied the camera.

“Well, that’s good to know. Now I can use her body, take pics of her screwing or whatever, and blackmail her without having to worry about my face showing up,” I said with an evil smile.

“Both your new friend and you seem to think a lot about getting laid in women’s bodies, Alex. What’s up with that?” Be said as he looked up at me slightly concerned.

“Ben, it’s so awesome in here. The sexual feelings are incredible. Boobies feel so good when teased, and dear lord, rubbing a pussy is amazing. But my favorite part is sticking something up there, and why not help out men that seem to get rejected for snobby women anyway?” I said back.

“Yeah, I suppose. And thank you letting me be the first one to tag Miss Lane was awesome.”

“Oh. Dude. Sorry, you weren’t the first. The other guy had sex with her body all day, and probably most of the night before. Principle Riggens spent about five minutes listing off all the people Miss Lane screwed around with yesterday before I got in her. And then he sort of screwed me so that I could keep her job… but then I went right over to your house, I promise.”

He didn’t say too much, but looked pretty hurt. So I added, “If it makes you feel any better, you were way better last night. You got me off twice in her body. Way better than Riggens, too.”

“Um… thanks, I suppose…” He said as he still looked hurt.

“Anything I can do to cheer you up?” I asked as I hooked my feminine thumbs under the thin sides of my panties and pulled down slightly.

“Loose the corset.” He said with a grin.

“Boys have no appreciation of how much of a pain in the ass these things are to put on, believe me,” I said as I began taking the corset off.

As my breasts popped free, I started to do little hops on my heels to make them bounce for Ben, who started snapping pictures again like mad. We did some more posses, and he shot all sorts of pictures, some without the lens, but most with, claiming that he just didn’t want to see hot pictures, and then see my face on them. I could agree with that. He wanted me get completely naked again, for more pictures, but I had other ideas.

I sauntered over to him, and started to rub my boobs on his chest, and in his face, and started to grab his shirt with my hands and tug it up, and play with the snaps on his pants. It got the reaction I wanted, as the front of his pants started to tent outwards.

I giggled in my best girly giggle, and then said in my best girly voice, “Oh. It looks like someone wants to play again! What are we going to do about that?”

I then took a couple short steps back to the couch, laid down, and spread my legs. He was over and on top of me before I could say anything, and so I just reached down, and shoved the panties to the side like I had seen Stanley do to Miss Lane yesterday.

Ben quickly freed his snake, and shoved it unceremoniously inside of me as we started our horizontal dance again. I wrapped my fishnet covered legs around him, and felt his rough jeans on my thighs, which added to the whole situation. I began to rock my hips again, as he began to ram inside of me with reckless abandonment.

The waves of pleasure were there again, and I used my hands to start massaging my breasts and play with my nipples. Higher and higher I rode the waves to my new body’s first orgasm, and Ben could tell from my screams of “OH OH Oh yes! OH! Oh fuck, that’s it! YESSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssss!” as he kept me on the edge as long as he could before he too shot his load again into me.

We were both panting and sweating as I pushed him off me, and pulled my black bikini brief panties up before I put any unwanted stains on the couch. I then sat back as I caught my breath, and looked over at him, and said, “So. What do you want to do now?”

“You have any new video games?” He asked.

“You have got to be kidding me. I hi-jack my sister’s body, and put on her most slutty outfit, and you want to play video games?”

“Dude. I won’t be able to do that again for a while, ok. I’m good, but not that good.” He replied.

“Yeah, but still. Let’s do something. I know. We both stink from what we just did. Let’s go for a swim in the pool.”

“I can’t, no suit.” He said back as he eyed the video game system under the TV.

“Use my suit. It’ll fit you, and I’ll find something of Amy’s to wear.” I said as I stood up, and headed for Amy’s room, already quizzing her mind on what suits were available, and which ones would cover the least.

I got up to her room, closed the door, and went for her bikinis in the closet, and a smile formed as I pulled out the one that she saved for sun bathing when no one was around. It was white, and mostly strings. In fact I had to look into her memory to figure out how to put it on.

It was two tiny triangles that barely covered her breasts, and another tiny triangle that barely covered her twat, and showed a good amount of camel toe. In fact, I was fairly certain it would be pretty much clear once it got wet.

I ran back down the stairs enjoying the feeling of my barely contained beasts bouncing on my chest. I saw that Ben had instead started up the video game console, but I decided to just head out to the pool anyways.

I dove in and the water felt great. I swam around a bit, and pulled the hair out of my eyes. I remembered my sister having to do that a lot when she swam with me many years ago. Now she was too concerned about laying out and getting a tan to swim in the pool.

Suddenly, I heard the side gate to the back yard open, and in walked Kevin her boyfriend. I swam to the side of the pool, and waved to him, figuring I had better pretend to be my sister.

“Hey babe,” He said.

“Hi. Want to do me? Right here, right now?” I replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you little temptress. You know I only have an hour lunch, and I have to be back. I was just worried when you hung up on me.”

“Well maybe I won’t be in the mood later. And that? Oh… oh yeah. My bad. Um… that was my brother, calling his stupid friend.” I said as I bit my lip trying to act coy. Kevin looked at me and nodded, “Well, it’s ok, he is human too.” Kevin said, actually sticking up for me, which surprised me. I then decided to keep playing Amy, “Whatever, so how long until you have yo go back at work?” I asked as I smiled up at Kevin.

Kevin smiled back. “Soon enough that we won’t have time for what you have in mind sweetie.” Kevin said and then checked his watch. “Plus, isn’t your mom supposed to be home soon anyway?”

Then a new problem hit me as soon as Kevin said that. I nodded, “Yeah she is.” I said as I felt let down not being able to fuck Kevin when I wanted to.

Kevin’s watch then started beeping. “Crap babe, I gotta run. I love you.” He said as he blew me a kiss and ran back out to the front yard.

As I heard his truck pull away my new problem was going to be a challenge in deed. “Shit…” I muttered under my breath. Amy said something about how mom and dad are punishing me for not showing up last night. I could tell them I was at Ben’s house for the night. But then I would have to hop Ben’s mom, and I don’t wanna do that to my friend, yet. Then a new idea came to me. “Perfect.” I said as I licked my lips.

I climbed out of the pool and began to towel off my body. I then laid down on the beach chair out back and closed my eyes. I figured since I am screwing up Amy’s life, I might as well be nice enough to give something back. Although using her body to fuck my best friend outweighs a tan, I didn’t really care.

I then head the sound of a car door shutting. I then opened my eyes and realized I must have dozed off for a bit. “Crap!” I said as I then heard from the front of the house, the sound of my mother clicking around in her high heels. I needed to put my plan into motion now or never. I began to concetrate on leaving Amy’s body, and soon I felt myself spewing out of her. Like being poured out of a jug. I then felt myself reforming quicker than when I had left Miss Lane’s body.

As I finally reformed I looked over to where my sister’s body was. “Perfect.” I said in a huff as she was still laying on the beach chair unconscious. I then quickly ran over to the front door. Amazingly, Ben didn’t realize what was going on, as I heard the T.V set blaring the sounds of the video game he was currently involved in. That might actually help me with what I am doing, I thought to myself. I made my way to the front door, as I heard a key enter the lock. I position my naked body right where the door opens to make sure that I had a good angle to perform my next hop.

The lock turned and clicked as the front door began to swing open. I took a slight step back and held my breath. In walked my mother. She was wearing a pair of white women’s dress slacks, with a nice pair of tan high heels on her feet. She had on a tan blouse that went well with her heels and pants. Her white blazer was open as she always had it after coming home from work. Her hair was done up today, which is a very rare occurrence for my mother, as she likes to wear her long dirty blonde hair down. She stepped into the house, not noticing her naked son standing off the the side of the door.

Then I stepped out in front of her and made direct eye contact with her. I felt something that I hadn’t felt before when I bodyhopped Miss Lane or Amy. It was like a build up of energy that began in my gut and traveled upwards to my eyes. My mother opened her mouth to scream but she couldn’t move, but she wasn’t frozen. More paralyzed by fear.

I moved closer to her and pushed her up against the couch in the foyer as I climbed on top of her.

I then decided to take this opportunity to make contact with my mother. As I began to think to myself, “Be mom, be mom.” My body already started to liquefy. Once again this was much quicker than the previous two times. I shrugged it of and was thankful that this was all working out so well. I pressed my self against my mother who tried to push me off but to no avail. I then felt myself oozing through her skin, mouth, eyes, nose and ears as I began to regain a sense of self.

I could feel her feet in her heels, the material of the pants on her legs, the feel of her lace pair of hipster panties. The weight of her larger ass. The couch beneath me. The belt on her waist. The bra covering and holding her breasts. The tank top over it. The feel of the blazer. The weight of her breasts. The feeling of the rings on her fingers and watches and bracelets on her wrists. The necklace around her neck. The lipstick coating her lips. The smell of her perfume. The tugging of her hair on her scalp and then I could see through her eyes.

I looked around, and then down at my self and I saw my mother’s large breasts pushing out from my chest. I brought my hands up to my face and studied them, focusing on the wedding band that I now currently wore. I smiled to myself as I licked my lips.