A Wanted Hopper By Tobyredone

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 1 - 1:15 PM in the Afternoon

Author - Tobyredone

Eeeeeeehhhhhhrrrrrnnnnnnt! Eeeeeeehhhhhhrrrrrnnnnnnt! Eeeeeeehhhhhhrrrrrnnnnnnt!

Ted’s alarm screamed out at him, jolting from peaceful slumber back into the mundaneness of his life. He rolled over, slapped the snooze button on the alarm clock, and buried his face back into his pillow while he begged to whatever power may be for ten more minutes of sleep. It wasn’t even that he was tired. He hadn’t done anything of significance last night. He had stayed up a bit late, but only because he had fallen into a TV coma watching reruns of the weather channel. He didn’t go out because he never went out on a work night. Actually, that wasn’t true. He didn’t go out because he didn’t have anywhere or anyone to go out with. Everyone at work thought he was just that quiet, nerdy, dependable guy that you want covering your shift, but not the guy you call for a good time. Most women never gave him a second glance. For the most part his money went to his rent, food, and cable bill, which was starting to pile up with the movie and porn rentals, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

And the worst part about Ted’s life was that he knew it would be the same thing tomorrow.

As the alarm again let out its ear piercing scream, he finally rolled out of bed. Thirty minutes later and he was walking down the sidewalk, invisible among the sea of people trying to get where ever they were going on time. He decided he had time to stop for a quick cup of coffee, and headed into a small coffee store he stopped at almost every day on his way in to work. As the line slowly shuffled forward he glanced down at his watch, only to look back up and see that some guy had cut in line in front of him. He briefly thought about tapping the man on the shoulder and saying, “Excuse me sir, that was my spot,” but in the end he just sighed and stared down at the floor again.

When his time to order finally came he stepped up, looked at the pretty young woman taking his order and smiled as he said, “Hey Becky, I’ll have the usual.”

The young woman gave him a puzzled look for a moment before she asked, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I only come in here about four days a week for coffee,” Ted replied with a shrug.

“Oh, yeah, you want a small mocha with a chocolate swirl… It must be the new haircut you got Kevin,” The woman smiled at him.

“Actually, my name’s Ted, and I would just like a large coffee please,” He replied with a sigh.

“Oh, sorry. That’ll be four dollars and seventeen cents,” She replied and held out her hand.

Ted handed her a five, and then took his place to wait for a few minutes until someone behind the counter called out, “I have a large coffee for Kevin!” Ted quickly grabbed his drink and continued to work. He paused outside of the large brick building he work in and glanced up at the imposing building, then glanced across the street at the park and silently wished to himself he had the guts to blow off job and spend the day outside doing anything but his normal life.

As he got to his desk he set his satchel down and turned to put his coffee on the corner of his desk, but before he could set the cup down his boss came up behind him and screamed, “THEODORE!”

Ted jumped which caused the coffee to blast out of the cup and go all over the front of his shirt and pants, causing him to quickly pull the steaming and drenched fabric away from his skin while he did a small dance in place trying to cool scalding liquid running down his legs.

“Oh great, now you need a mop too,” The woman said as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, I’ll get it cleaned up right away Miss Rouse,” Ted replied as he started to wring out his shirt.

“Don’t bother with that Theodore,” the woman said, “I need those profit and earning reports that you promised would be on my desk first thing this morning.”

Ted wanted to say, Well you stupid bitch the day hasn’t actually started yet, we’re still twenty minutes from opening, so why are you fucking yelling at me, but he didn’t. Instead he simply replied, “They’re on your desk Miss Rouse. I put them in your in box yesterday before I left, and I really prefer to be called Ted.”

“Why in the hell would you do that Theodore? No one uses the in box on my desk! They know I never check it! You have to tell me when you put things in my in box. Next time send an e-mail or something, that way I know. Oh, and then leave me a note that you sent me an e-mail. Honestly Theodore, you’ve been working in this bank for almost eight years now, you should be picking up these things. Your review is in a few months, and if you expect a raise you should be doing a better job now,” and with that his boss turned and stormed away.

Ted sighed as he thought about the fact that he had in fact worked at the bank for the past eight years, and every year he had been given the same speech about working harder to secure a raise, and every year he had done that only to be told that there was no money in the budget. He shrugged, cleaned up his mess, and then started his job, the whole while keeping an eye on the clock, which he quickly decided was silly because it wasn’t like he had any plans after work.

Then at exactly one fifteen in the afternoon something strange happened. Ted was almost ready to close his teller station down at the bank because the “lunch rush hour” was over when he glanced up just a two women were entering the bank. He blinked twice and then tried to quickly wipe his eyes so he could look again.

The two women weren’t wearing a stitch of clothing other than the tiniest bikinis Ted had ever seen in his life. Both of them had amazing bodies. Both of them had full round breasts and slim waist lines on display for everyone to see. The only things you couldn’t see on the two girls were their crotch and their nipples, which were covered up by the tiniest of triangles, one in pink and the other in purple.

Oh, and their faces. When Ted’s eyes finally managed to tear themselves away from the women’s bodies, he saw that they were both wearing ski masks pulled down over their faces. Apparently Ted wasn’t the only one who was confused as suddenly chaos broke out around the lobby of the bank. People were diving for the ground as the two women began shooting around at the ceiling with semi-automatic rifles. Ted briefly wondered how he had not seen that when suddenly one of the gun barrels pointed directly at him. He blinked twice as his world came back to him. Not his normal boring world that he had lived in for the past twenty five years, but this strange new bizarre world where nothing made sense.

“GET ON THE GROUND NOW OR I WILL BLOW YOUR GOD DAMNED FACE OFF YOU FUCKING PANTY-WASTE!” One of the masked women screamed at him in an utterly mismatched deep baritone.

Ted’s sense of self-preservation finally kicked in and he dropped to the ground just as the woman who wasn’t pointing a gun at him jumped up onto the counter top and began to call out orders in an equally disturbing manly voice, “Okay, I want everyone to just settle down here, and we will all get through this alive. Nobody has to die here today!”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT OLD MAN! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LOOK UP AGAIN I WILL PUT A HOLE RIGHT THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF YOUR GOD DAMNED FACE!” The woman with the deep baritone again screamed out, but this time instead of being directed at Ted her anger was directed at the old security guard that had dropped to the ground when the women had begun shooting.

“Mickey, calm the shit down!” The first girl yelled at down in a gruff voice to the rather agitated woman who was cursing at everyone.

“C’mon Vicky, can’t I shoot one just a little bit? You know how horny this makes me! My pussy is fucking drenched here!” The one that had pointed the gun at Ted told the girl standing on the countertop as she let go of her gun with one hand to rub her fabric covered love mound. (Ted decided this one was apparently Mickey)

“Damn it Mickey, find your god damned center, we’ll have plenty of time for that later. Now help me get one of these dickheads to get us our money!” The woman (Again, apparently Vicky) called down from the counter top.

“I know the perfect person to help,” Mickey said in her evil and deep voice as she walked over toward Ted. He scrunched his eyes closed as he listened to the click of her heels of the tile as she came his way.

Please not me, please not me, please not me! Ted thought until he felt a sharp pain in his side as he was kicked with a heel in the kidneys, resulting in an “umpfh” sound coming out of him.

“Get up needle dick! You wanted to stare, well now its payback time!” Mickey barked at him, as she grabbed onto his shoulder and with one clenched fist full of Ted’s shirt lifted him up to his feet in an impressive feat of strength.

“Okay, buddy, it’s your lucky day,” Vicky said to him in a gruff but calm voice, “You get to save all of your co-workers from being shot in the heads!” Ted gulped and nodded as he was pushed forward roughly by Mickey and then spun to stare straight at Vicky’s crotch as she stood on the kiosk, “You like staring at my cunt? I’ll make a deal with you then Fuck-face. If you get us our money without any problems not only will I let everyone here live, but I’ll also let you eat out my little clamshell.”

“I’ll d-do want you want, just please don’t kill anyone,” Ted replied.

“Well then, you had best get me my money Fuck-face,” Vicky shouted at him as she pointed with her gun to the registers.

Ted scurried behind the counter and started to go through the drawers emptying the bills onto the counter top while Mickey went behind him and scooped the piles of bills into a small bag. When Ted finished the last register Mickey pointed the gun at him and bellowed, “THE FUCKING SAFE! NOW!”

Ted nodded, but before he could go he heard Vicky shout out in a bearlike voice, “Fuck! COPS, COPS, COPS! Mickey we gotta go! Grab Fuck-face and take him with, we might need a hostage!”

Mickey’s small feminine hand grabbed Ted’s shoulder in an iron grip and dragged him along as she ran to the front of the store in her six inch heels while tossing the bag of money to her partner. She shouldered the door open as Vicky covered the guard inside while they headed out the front of the building. Ted was suddenly spun around, and watched as two squad cars squealed to a stop in front of him in the parking lot. From his position as a human shield he watched a gun swing into his line of sight and heard Mickey yell out, “Eat fucking lead pigs!” in her baritone.

Shots rang out as the end of the gun erupted in fire and bullets blasted holes in the front of the cop cruisers, along with glass exploding and sirens blaring. Ted vaguely heard Vicky call out, “Fucking Hell Mickey, let’s go! Run fat ass, run!” and then he was again being dragged along as the two women took off for an alley to the side of the bank while the cops were still taking cover from salvo of bullets that Mickey had shot at them along with the cover fire that Vicky was laying down from the alley’s edge. The alley way was too small for a police car to fit down, and so the police were attempting to chase them down on foot, but had to continually stop and find cover at either Mickey or Vicky would spin and fire a few shots over their shoulders. When they got to the back of the alley Vicky quickly pulled a large green dumpster into the alley way and pushed it down the path the three had just come from. She then grabbed a zippo lighter from the back of the dumpster, gave it a quick flick, and tossed it in, which instantly made the dumpster blast into an inferno of large orange flames.

“Fuck yeah, let’s see those pigs get through that!” Mickey called out in a triumphant voice before dragging Ted along after her yet again.

The women dragged him along behind more buildings through the rat’s nest of alleyways behind the buildings next to the bank until they finally came to a slightly beat up old convertible sitting rather conspicuously in an empty rear parking lot that was difficult to see from the main street in front of the larger buildings. Vicky pulled off her ski mask and dropped the bag of cash into the back seat, and then reached across the seat to pull the trunk catch. Despite his situation, Ted still couldn’t help but stare at Vicky’s bikini clad ass and thighs as she was stretched out over the seat. A sudden movement to his left as Mickey also pulled her hood off caught his attention, and his head spun around to look at her.

“Ditch Fuck-face and then we’ll dismount and get on our way,” Vicky said in her gruff voice as she shot a quick glance down the alley before heading around to the trunk of the car.

“Are you guys going to shoot me? I mean, I don’t know why you would take your masks off before you would leave, but I won’t tell anyone, I swear! Please don’t kill me, I don’t want to die,” Ted told Mickey as he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“You haven’t seen shit Fuck-face,” Vicky called out happily in her gruff voice over the popped trunk as she pulled out a duffel bag and dropped it beside the car.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone that you guys have identifying scars, or facial hair, I swear to god!” Ted pleaded as he dropped to his knees while Mickey pointed the gun at his face.

“Wait, you can see my goat-tee?” Mickey asked as she grabbed Ted by the chin and pulled his face up to look at hers.

“Um, yeah. A dark black goat-tee. I think it looks nice on you miss, really…” Ted said with a gulp.

“Fuck,” Mickey said as Vicky trotted over to them.

“What about my face? What do you see?” Vicky asked him in a demanding masculine tone.

“Uh, You’ve got a scar running down your face from your left eye to your jawline, some stubble, and… um… I don’t mean to be mean, but your nose looks a bit busted,” Ted replied as he dropped his gaze back to the pavement.

“Fuck, he’s a hopper,” Vicky said as she threw up her hands, “He can identify us now.”

“Vicky, I don’t mind firing a few rounds at some dumbass pigs, but I don’t know if I can shoot a guy in cold blood man.” Mickey said as she loosened her grip slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. This job just gets more fucked up by the minute,” Vicky said as she spun around and cocked her hips, then spun back around and said, “Take him with until we figure this out. Tie him up while I dismount.”

Mickey dragged Ted to the back of the car and pulled out some cord and began to wrap it around Ted’s wrists as he glanced back over his shoulder and saw Vicky begin to convulse. Her shaking got worse as Ted watched slime begin to pour out of her face, ears, and skin. The ooze began to take shape in front of her, and when it started to resemble a man, she fell backwards to the ground and laid there completely limp. Ted’s eyes got wide as he looked at the well-built naked man that now had Vicky’s face walk over to the duffle bag and pull out a pair of sweat pants, a tee shirt, and some slip on shoes. Once he was clothed he walked back to Ted, and then Mickey started to quiver. She had the same ooze begin to flow out of her face and skin, but the blob definitely had more girth than what came out of Vicky. She too fell back to the ground and before Ted knew it he was looking at a slightly overweight man with a paunchy belly and the signature goat-tee that a few moments ago had been on Mickey’s face. Before the man that came out of Vicky blocked Ted’s view completely he had just enough time to look down at the woman who had until a few moments ago been holding him hostage and saw a dainty nose, full pink lips, high cheek bones, and thin eyebrows. She was a knock out.

Before the overweight man that came out of Mickey even went for clothes he reached down for the gun that was lying next to her until the other man with the scar spoke up, “Don’t touch that fat ass! It doesn’t have any of our prints on it, only the bitches. Help me get Fuck-face in the trunk.”

“I didn’t know I was gonna have to leave the gun. That’s my favorite AR-15!”

“Shut up and lift! The sirens are getting closer!” The man with the scar said as he shot a worried look over his shoulder.

Ted was lifted and dumped unceremoniously in the trunk, and let out a quick, “Wait, guys!”

“Shit, this isn’t gonna work if they have check points. They’ll hear him in the trunk for sure.” The scarred man said, “Go get your clothes on, I’ll take care of him.”

The overweight man left Ted’s line of sight and while he got an evil smirk from the other man, who looked at him and said, “This is gonna hurt you more then it hurts me, Fuck-face.”

And with that Ted saw the man’s right fist fly at his face, smashing his left temple, and quickly knocking him out into a world of darkness.

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 2 - Good and Bad News

Ted came to as a large bump knocked his head into something hard. He groaned loudly and tried to rub his scalp and his aching temple, but his hands were bound, as were his legs. Recollection of the women-men things that had taken him hostage came flooding back to him as another bump jammed a tire iron into the small of his back. He groaned again, and rustled around to try and find a comfortable way to lie, which was virtually impossible. Finally, what seemed like an eternity the car came to a stop. He heard the engine shut off, and the doors open and close, and heard his captors talking. A few moments later he head a gas pump start as one set of footsteps could be heard walking away. When the pump was done, and the doors again closed, he felt the car head out from the gas station and get back on the road. He then kicked at the back seat as hard as he could while being hog-tied, and called out, “HEY! C’mon guys, can you let me out for just a minute! I have to go to the bathroom!”

When the car veered violently to the right, and the tire iron bounced off his head, he suddenly regretted calling out, and was now worried about getting shot in the face again. He felt the road get bumpy once more, and the car kept driving for another ten minutes or so before stopping and then he again heard the doors open and close while his captors talked. He heard the key in the trunk lock and then winced and turned his face from the sudden sunlight streaming at him. A pair of hands roughly grabbed him and pulled him into a sitting position on the back ledge of the trunk.

“Oh god, that’s better. That stupid tire iron was messing me up badly.” Ted muttered as he was just grateful to be out of the trunk.

“Here Fuck-face, we got you a juice box,” The man with the scar said as he put the straw into Ted’s mouth.

Ted sucked the overly sweet liquid into his mouth and gulped down what he could, which he quickly decided was the best tasting juice he had ever had. That or he had managed not died today, and even a cup full of rancid lake water would have been great.

“Can you untie me so I can take a leak?” Ted asked the man.

“No. But I’ll unzip for you,” The man said as he pulled Ted out, and set him down on his knees next to the edge of a gravel road that was heavily wooded on either side. He then reached down, and helped Ted get his dick out of his pants.

“I can’t go with you staring at me,” Ted said sheepishly, which the man responded by shrugging and turning away.

When Ted finished the man packed him back up, and then the two of them packed Ted back in the trunk. As the lid came down, he again called out, “C’mon guys, please don’t lock me in here again! No! At least move the tire iron!”

As Ted struggled to once again get comfortable in the dark cold trunk of the getaway car he once again wondered about his fate, and how in just a few short hours his entire life had been turned completely upside down. With nothing else to do but wait, he eventually fell asleep in the trunk once more, despite how uncomfortable he was.

A sudden light and two pairs of hands grabbing Ted and dragging him out of a trunk woke him up as he heard a deep voice say, “Get him in the room, hurry up.”

In quick order he was tossed into a chair in a small room that contained a large bed, a small dresser, and a small TV. As the door closed he noticed the TV was on a news station, and there was another door in the back that lead to a different room. From the look of the stained curtains and the shitty shag carpeting and the lamps that were at least thirty years out of date Ted decided he was in some cheap ass shitty roadside motel. He turned back to the sound of the door closing and saw two women turning to face him, and realized that his captor’s faces were once again on their bodies.

“What the fuck is going on!” Ted called out as he struggled against his restraints. The brunette woman with the goat-tee walked toward him and suddenly pulled out a butterfly knife from the inside of her bra strap and causally flipped it open like a pro. “Shit, don’t kill me, please!” Ted called out as the woman leaned forward and in a very deep voice said, “Okay, this is how it’s going to go. I’m going to cut the ropes, and you’re going to be a good boy. You’re not going to freak out, or try to run, or scream like a little bitch. If you do, Vicky is gonna shoot you, and I’m going to gut you like a pig while you’re lying on the pavement with my little knife here.”

Ted closed his mouth and nodded, and the brunette girl leaned forward and slit his restraints. Ted’s hands instantly began rubbing his sore wrists before going up and gingerly touching the large bump on his head. He then stretched to relieve his aching muscles and turned back to view his captors. The brunette that had cut his ropes had the overweight man’s pudgy face where a feminine face should have been, but everything other than that was straight amazing. She had a thin build, large firm breasts that were barely contained in an overly tight sweater that was unbuttoned just a bit too far to be decent. Her thin waist tapered out and came to a pleated denim mini-skirt, below which her fantastically long legs eventually came to six inch spiked heels. Her friend’s face was replaced by the face of Ted’s scarred captor on the other girl, and it was framed by long blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down over her tiny pink tank top that barely contained her obscenely large tits, and left an expansive section of midriff bare until the start of a very small and tight clinched mini skirt, which also made her legs appear to be over half her body. The ends of the fishnet stockings she wore could be easily seen high on her thighs, and some fire engine red six inch pumps completed her sluttish look.

“Okay, I won’t scream or run or anything. I promise. Just tell me what the fuck is going on! Why are you guys girls half the time?” Ted questioned them as the brunette tucked her knife back into her cleavage.

“Well kid, you should sit down for this news,” The brunette said in her baritone voice.

“I am sitting,” Ted replied back as he shot her a grumpy look.

“Let me talk fat-ass,” The other girl replied as she pushed past the brunette and sat down on the bed facing Ted with her legs spread wide so he could see that she was wearing a white lacy wisp of a thong, “I’ve got good news and bad news for you Fuck-face.”

“My name’s Ted,”

“Yeah, whatever Fuck-face. Listen up. The bad news is that the news is saying that you’re the one that robbed the bank.”

“What!?!” Ted asked as he looked at the TV just in time to see a poorly taken picture of him up on the screen with wanted scrolling across the screen.

“Well, the cops found the women we were inside of passed out at the crime scene, but no money, and no hostage. The bitches are claiming they don’t know what the fuck is going on, which is true, heh heh heh, and seeing as you and the money are missing with the robbers in custody, the cops figure you were the mastermind behind the heist.” She said as she leaned back on the bed and shook her hair out of her face.

“Ha ha ha, stupid pigs,” The brunette chuckled as she then walked to the bed and sat down as well.

“The good news is that you’re not dead, and we’re not going to kill you.”

“How is that good news? The cops are after me! What the fuck am I going to do! How do they not know that you guys actually robbed the bank? What’s going on here? Who the fuck are you guys?” Ted stammered.

“Well, you see, we’re what you call body hoppers. I’m Victor,” The blond motioned to herself before pointing to the brunette, “and that’s Michael. Right now we’re wearing some bitches we picked up at the local mall while you were passed out in the trunk. We figured it was best to hide again while we let things blow over, but I have to admit, the fact that you’re taking the heat for this is just hilarious shit.” Victor told him as he let out a manly laugh that caused his tits to quiver.

“How is that hilarious? You guys ruined my life!” Ted called out.

“Oh, don’t be a whiney little bitch about all of this. It’s not our fault you got blamed,” Victor said as he gently ran a hand over one of his full tits.

“How is this not your fault? You robbed the fucking bank!” Ted swore back.

“Because you were never supposed to see our real faces. If you would have seen the normal faces that belonged on those bitches, we would have just let you go. But when you saw our real faces, it complicated everything. You see, not only can you now tell the cops about us, but you’re also a body hopper and that messes everything up.” Victor said and then continued as he held up his slim hands and crossed them as if to demonstrate his point, “So here we are at a cross roads, and we have to decide what to do.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me.”

“Nope, we’re not going to kill you. You have two choices. We can let you go, and you’re on your own, or you can beg us to let you tag along, and we’ll show you more about a world you have only gotten a glance at,” Victor paused again as he flipped his hair over his shoulder before looking back over at Ted and giving him an evil smile, “I don’t think you’ll last a day on your own before your picked up by the cops. You’ll probably try and tell them the truth about guys jumping out of the bitches, and they won’t believe you. If you’re lucky they’ll send you to the psyche ward, if not federal ass pounding prison for you. Either way, you’re no longer my problem.”

Ted suddenly realized that Victor was right. No one would believe his story. He had lived the last sixteen hours and he wasn’t certain he believed it. He let out a little sigh and said, “What do you mean you’ll show me a world I’ve only gotten a glance at?”

“Whoa, not to fast there Fuck-face,” Victor said as he causally glanced down at his nails, and then crossed his legs and admired his bright red shoes before continuing, “There are a few things we have to get straight first. Like you do what we say. You don’t try and run, or snitch us out. We’re in charge, and you’re our little bitch. You do what we say, when we say it. Got it?”

“Well, you don’t give me much of a different option, now do you…” Ted’s voice faded out and he thought for a moment before asking, “And what’s in it for me if I do what you say?”

Victor’s nasty smile returned as he replied, “You’ll do just fine Fuck-face, you’re getting it already. Always ask what’s in it for you, that’s rule number one. As far as what exactly it is that we can show you, well, you know that Michael and I aren’t exactly as stacked as this in real life. So we have some secrets to share that you’re gonna want to know. If you can see our faces, that means you’re a body hopper too. You just don’t know how to work your powers. If you stick with us, then we’ll show you everything you need to know, but the offer has an expiration date. You have to decide by tomorrow morning, because we’ll be shipping out by then.”

Ted looked down at his hands, and flex them a few times, and then looked at Victor who had a bored expression on his face, and then at Michael who was busy twirling his long brown hair between two of his fingers. “Nah, we don’t have to wait that long. I don’t want to go back to my old life. I don’t have anything there. I don’t have any family. I hated my job. I didn’t exactly have a whole pile of friends. Fuck it, let’s do this.”

“Alright, Good answer Fuck-face, let’s get started then,” Victor said as he pulled his body back further onto the bed and then leaned back against the pillows as he spread his legs and pointed at his lace covered pussy.

“What do you mean?” Ted asked as he looked to Michael for a clue, who only gave him a cat who ate the canary grin.

“I mean let’s get started. This pussy ain’t gonna lick itself,” Victor told him and then adjusted his wide hips so that his love mound was further elevated on the bed.

“You can’t be serious,” Ted replied as he looked back at Victor, who was already playing with his tits through the thin fabric of the pink tank top he was wearing.

“We could always just gut you,” Michael said as he again pulled the butterfly knife out of his bra strap and flipped out the blade in a whirl of chrome and steel.

“Okay, okay, I’m doing it,” Replied Ted as he held up his hands in surrender and headed over to the bed. His vision centered on the young woman’s pussy that Victor was now in control of as he got to the edge of the bed and began to slowly crawl over to Victor’s crotch. He gulped one time as he lowered his head to the lace panties, and as he glanced up at Victor’s face he could smell the scent of arousal already coming from Victor’s pussy.

“Yeah that’s it, pull those panties to the side and lick my sloppy wet cunt out Fuck-face. I know you’ve wanted to since you were staring at my cunt in the bank, so get to it,” Victor said in a commanding tone.

Ted pulled the moist lace covering off to the left side of Victor’s pussy and then slowly stuck his tongue out and gave the top of Victor’s outer lips a small, quick lick. He saw Victor’s stolen body shake, which caused him to pull back momentarily, until he heard Victor’s voice call out, “C’mon Fuck-face, don’t tease me like that you little shit!” and then he felt a pair of hands grab his ears and pull his face into Victor’s slit as he added, “Now eat me out like you fucking mean it!”

Ted began licking deep into the moist cunt, enthusiastically trying to write the alphabet with his tongue like he had been told by a friend one time that women love. After a few moments he felt a hand cuff him hard over the back of the head, and Victor’s voice say, “Pick a fucking speed Fuck-face. Just lick north and south with a constant pressure and speed. You’ll know when I’m needing more from you because my ass will lift off the bed, and I’ll be moaning like a god damned whore. Then you give me more pressure and speed, but don’t fucking change it ever second. Christ your useless. You can’t even eat a bitch’s pussy out worth a fuck.”

Ted took a deep breath and then started over. He did exactly what Victor had explained. He kept a constant speed and depth with his tongue, making certain that as he ran his tongue up Victor’s sopping pussy he flicked his tongue over the clit, which seemed to please Victor, as he jerked every time Ted did it. It didn’t take long for the soft smooth legs to wrap around Ted’s neck as Victor came closer and closer to orgasm, and for a few moments Ted wondered if Victor would snap his neck and he would die with his face in some woman’s pussy in a dive hotel. As Victor’s ass lifted off the bed and he mashed his crotch into Ted’s face, calling out for more as he grasped at his mount’s tits and quivered under Ted’s oral assault. Ted stayed with it for as long as possible, but as Victor’s pussy was slammed into his face he lost any hope of breathing, and was about to pull back when Victor jammed his spiked heels into Ted’s ribs as if to spur him on like a horse, and force him to stay with it for a few more moments when suddenly Victor was calling out loudly, “Oh! Oh fuck yes! Oh fucking fuck! Fuck me Fuck-face, yes!”

Ted kept licking softly as Victor came down from his orgasmic high, which caused him to occasionally spasm and cause his giant tits to quake, much to Ted’s delight. Once Victor was ready to speak, he lifted his head off the pillows and said, “At least you’re a quick learner. We might make something out of you yet.”

Ted was about to thank him when a slim hand with long pink nails suddenly grasped his neck and yanked him to the other side of the bed and a new pussy. This one was covered in a small damp triangle of red silk, and as Ted looked up he saw Michael’s smiling face, complete with goat-tee and heard him say in a deep voice, “Me next! Me next! Get to it!”

Ted would have objected, and at least asked for a moment to catch his breath, but Michael was still playing with the knife, so he decided to just dive right in.

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 3 - Initiation

Ted followed the two young women out of the hotel room the next morning as they sauntered their way to the beat up old convertible that Ted had until this point only seen from the outside of the trunk for a few moments. Victor walked around to the back of the car and started to work the keys in the lock of the trunk as Ted suddenly froze in his footsteps and felt his stomach start to do flip-flops.

“Oh shit, C’mon man, please don’t stuff me in the trunk again,” Ted whined.

“I’m getting a hoodie for you to wear Fuck-face. You can’t hide in public as easy as we can,” Victor replied as he pitched a grey sweatshirt over the top of the car to him.

While Ted breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn’t help but stare down at Michael’s tits as he propped his mount on her tip-toes, stretched her hands up above her head, and let out a loud yawn while being quite oblivious to the fact that he was thrusting his chest out obscenely, and the few buttons that were done up on the sweater were dangerously close to popping off.

“I’m still tired, why do we have to leave so early Vicky?” Michael asked.

“You’re tired? I barely slept an hour! And my jaw is still sore! I spent almost six straight hours eating you two out!” Ted interrupted.

“Quit bitching Fuck-face, you didn’t get good at it until about four hours ago. We might decide you need more practice tonight,” Victor said as he glared over at Ted and motioned to the back seat in the car, before telling Michael, “We’ve got to get to the drop point before noon, and it’s almost three full hours away from here by car, so get your ass moving slut!”

Ted and Michael quickly climbed in and Victor got the old cruiser started and they were on their way. Victor and Michael didn’t say anything for a while, so Ted yanked on the hoodie, pulled it up to hide his face the best he could, and then sort of zoned out while he watched the clouds go by over the top of the car. As they drove the warm sun on his face and the steady hum of the engine eventually lulled him to sleep. With how late both of his new companions had kept him up the previous night, he was out quite soundly and didn’t wake up until he was suddenly slammed against the back of the front seats as the car screeched to a stop.

“What the fuck?” Ted called out as he pulled himself back into a sitting position and heard both Victor and Michael letting out deep chuckles.

“We need some gas Fuck-face. Did you need to piss or anything?” Victor asked as he got out of the car and leaned over to stretch, and as he did so his skirt rode up and showed everyone at the gas station that he was wearing a tiny little lacey thong that barely covered his pussy.

Ted pulled his eyes away from Victor’s show and climbed out of the car and headed inside to use the restrooms, but not before he noticed almost every other man at the gas station turning to see the drop dead gorgeous blonde woman bent over at the waist in the short skirt. He shook his head and pushed his way in the front doors and headed to the back of the coolers to use the men’s room. When he finished he came back out to find Michael standing there waiting for him.

“The ladies’ room is over there,” Ted told him as he pointed to a door on the other side of the hallway.

“I already pissed, I need you to take this stuff out to the car while I distract the guy at the cash machine,” Michael replied as he shoved a large bag in Ted’s arms.

“Why can’t you take it?” Ted asked as he looked down at the bag.

“Because I can’t carry the bag and distract the guy at the same time, Fuck-face. Now when you see me open up my shirt, head out the door and go straight for the car, okay?” Michael asked as he tapped his high heeled foot.

“Open up your shirt?” Ted asked with a questioning look.

“Just shut up and get ready to get out of here.” Michael replied and then spun on his heels and started toward the cashier.

Ted watched as Michael struck up a conversation, and leaned forward on the counter top, making his large tits just about spill out of the front of his tiny sweater. As the conversation continued, Michael licked his lips seductively, tucked his brown hair behind his ears, and finally started reaching over the counter and gently running his feminine hand down the cashier’s forearm. After a few minutes Michael let out a deep chuckle and took a step back, then began to undo the buttons of the sweater. As he pulled back the soft fabric he glanced at Ted and motioned to the door with his head, while the cashier and two other guys who happened to be by the counter stood starring at Michael’s impressive mammaries. As Ted quickly walked by he heard Michael saying to the crowd, “I just don’t know… I mean I guess they’re nice, but I just want to go bigger. You guys don’t think that I need implants?”

Ted made his way to the car in a hurry and hopped the closed door and ducked down in the back as Victor gave him an odd look. “Michael made me shoplift a bag of shit! Start the car; they’ll be after us in no time!”

“Calm down Fuck-face, I can see everyone inside still drooling over Mickey’s tits.” Victor replied as he fired up the cruiser.

A few minutes later Michael came walking out, popped the door, and sat down with a very satisfied smile on his face, which caused Victor to ask, “Did you have fun?”

“Vicky, you know how fucking hot it gets me to flaunt my shit. Do we have time to pull over for a quickie?” Michael asked as he began to grasp at his tits with one hand while the other one snuck under his skirt and began to rub his silk covered pussy mound.

“No Mickey, we don’t have time for that right now. We’ve got to drop the bag off in less than an hour, so you’re just gonna have to wait,” Victor replied as he pulled out of the gas station lot and back onto the road and then called out over his shoulder, “Hey Fuck-face, hand me a beer.”

As Ted reached in the bag and pulled out a can of beer and handed it over to Victor he asked, “Hey, why are you guys calling each other Vicky and Mickey?”

“Cause it’s our chick names,” Michael replied, “We can’t be walking around calling each other our real names. People would be looking at us all like what the fuck and shit.”

“I never thought about that. You’re in some other person’s body. How do you even know who you are, you know?” Ted replied, thinking he was being rather deep.

“You have so much to learn Fuck-face,” Vicky replied as she laughed at him, and then said, “Once you’re in a bitch, you can read her mind and shit. It’s pretty fucking pimp. There’s a bunch of other shit that you can do to, but we’ll go over that when you’re ready.”

“Hey, one more thing, why did I steal a bag of beer and beef jerky from a gas station? You guys just robbed a fucking bank! We should have plenty of cash,” Ted replied as he pulled out a stick of jerky and started to gnaw on it.

“The bank money isn’t ours, it’s going to…” Mickey started to say before she got slugged by Vicky.

“Shut up fat ass! He doesn’t need to know, and that’s need to know only info!” She yelled.

“You punched me in the fucking tit, you cock-gobbler!” Mickey yelled back as she reached over and grabbed a chunk of Vicky’s breast in her small hand and twisted.

“FUCK!” Ted yelled out as he grabbed onto the seat in front of him while the car swerved as Vicky squirmed underneath Mickey’s iron grip.

“Shit, let go! Ouch! Fuck! Okay, I won’t do it again! Fuck!” Vicky boomed out in a deep masculine voice.

Ted sat back in his seat and clipped his seatbelt on as he began to seriously worry about his life while Vicky and Mickey eyed each other in an evil way. “Are you guys going to kill each other? Because I still don’t want to die.”

“Okay, let’s play a game. The next person who talks before we get to the drop point gets shot,” Vicky replied as she pulled a small revolver out of the center console and waved it around before tucking it discretely between her thighs.

For the next forty five minutes Ted sat in utter silence as they drove through two lane country roads until they finally stopped at a small clearing in a wooded area. Vicky pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out of the car, then went around to the trunk. Ted started to unbuckle his belt when Mickey stopped him, “Hey, you’re not part of this. Keep your ass in the car.”

Ted nodded and watched as Vicky walked into the wooded area with a duffle bag, bent over at the waist, again showing off her great ass, and then dug at the stump of a fallen tree. When she straightened up she was no longer carrying the duffle bag, and she quickly trotted back to the car while doing her best to balance on her spiked heels.

“Okay, let’s find a place for the night and get out some of our pent up aggression, shall we?” She said as she put the car back into drive and headed out.

A half an hour later and they were walking into another dive motel where Mickey had to kick open the door after turning the key in the lock, and as disgusting as the room was Ted couldn’t help but look forward to a bit of shut-eye. He moved to lay down on the bed until he felt a slim hand grab the back of his shirt collar and yank him back. He turned to see who had stopped him and saw Vicky’s face framed by her blonde hair as she cocked a hip and shot him a playful look.

“Not yet Fuck-face. You have to earn your right to sleep in the bed tonight,” She told him as he groaned, which made her then reply, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll have a better time tonight, I promise. Now take off your pants.”

“What? You want me to have sex with you? Look, you’ve got a really hot body and all, but the face and voice just fuck with me too much, I’m sorry,” Ted replied.

“Well, how about now?” Vicky asked as she clenched her eyes, and her face started to shimmer, and suddenly phased over to a small button nose, thin eyebrows, sparkling blue eyes and full pink lips.

“Holy shit! How did you do that?” Ted asked, and then added, “And why don’t you do it all the time?”

“It’s a power that body hoppers develop over time as they refine their skills, and I don’t do it all the time because it’s still somewhat new to me and takes a lot of concentration for me to pull off,” Vicky replied in a sweet feminine voice.

“Even your voice is better!” Ted said as he allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed by the now drop dead gorgeous woman.

“Well then show me how much you appreciate it, and get your dick out Fuck-face,” Vicky replied in a breathless voice as she spread her legs, and shimmied out of her skirt.

Ted yanked his pants off as quickly as possible and lined his hardening dick up with Vicky’s hairless pussy as he climbed into position to begin fucking her on the filthy bed. She let out a moan as Ted thrust up inside her for the first time, and he was about to start pumping into her when he was distracted by Mickey’s deep baritone voice cheering him on, “Yeah! Fuck that pussy good, but make sure you save some for me!”

“Damn it Fat-ass! Don’t fuck with Fuck-face when he’s shoving his cock in me! You know I need a certain rhythm,” Vicky chided her friend.

“Oh god, I don’t know if I can do this,” Ted said as a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit him and he looked down at his dick, which was half buried in a woman that he didn’t even know.

“C’mon man, it’ll be okay. It’s like initiation for a secret society. Both of us did it. Besides I’m betting it’s been a while for you. Cleaning out your pipes ‘ll be good for ya.” Mickey growled over her shoulder as she sat down in the chair next to the bed and pulled her panties off so that she could finger herself while she watched Ted fuck Vicky.

“I…” Ted started to say when Vicky grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over on the bed so she was on top, and then started to grind up and down on his dick, riding him like a cowgirl who was going for the new record on a champion bull.

I didn’t take Ted long before he felt his stomach muscles contacted and he grunted as he pumped his seed deep into Vicky’s silky womb. He felt slightly embarrassed as he knew he had come before her, but when he started to apologize she stopped him and said, “Don’t worry about it. We have all night and you’re gonna be a busy boy.”

Vicky then pulled herself off his softening dick and began walking to the bathroom as Ted watched her legs glisten in the dim light from the cum dripping down her inner thighs. Once she was cleaned up she came back out and turned the TV on and flipped channels until she found a porno on a high numbered channel. She sat back and started to rub her small fingers over her pussy, being careful with her long nails so she didn’t accidentally hurt herself. Ted turned to see Mickey doing the same thing, and as he watched them both frig themselves to orgasm, he felt himself stirring again. This time it was Mickey that noticed his hardening dick and walked over and crawled on top of his lap.

“Can you do that thing with your face?” Ted asked politely, worried that the sight of Michael’s goat-tee on “Mickey” would kill his hard on.

“Sorry man, I can’t do that shit like Victor can. I can do this though,” Mickey said as she climbed off Ted’s pole and spun on the bed, and got down on her hands and knees at the end of the bed and the said over her shoulder, “Fuck me doggy style, then you won’t have to see my face.”

Ted nodded as he looked down at Mickey’s heart shaped ass and her now drooling pussy nestled nicely between her warm thighs, and eased himself inside of her. She cooed in appreciation, but as it came out in Michael’s deep voice it still sounded incongruous to Ted. He did his best to ignore her deep baritone grunts, groans, and comments as he started to pump in and out of her tight but sloppy wet pussy. The smell of sex began to fill the room as Ted was fucking again and Vicky was still fingering herself while watching the porno on TV. Mickey began to enthusiastically pump back against Ted’s thrusts and soon he was grasping onto her waist as he blasted roughly back and forth in and out of her slippery cunt. He managed to last longer this time and was rewarded with Mickey’s pussy suddenly spasming and clenching on his cock as she came hard and loudly calling out, “Oh fuck yes! Fuck my dirty whore pussy! Fuck yes!”

Ted continued to pump into Mickey as she buried her head into the bed in front of her when suddenly a phone started to ring in the room. Mickey didn’t acknowledge the interruption, and just kept on slamming back against Ted, but Vicky let out a few choice curse words, wiped the pussy juices on her hands off on her shirt, stood up and adjusted her skirt to at least cover her ass and pussy, and began digging through a small bag until she pulled out a small cell phone and then walked out of the room. The entire time Ted continued to ram his cock into Mickey until he felt like his cock was a fire hose ready to let loose, and suddenly he was coating the inside of Mickey’s pussy with his cum. He pulled out and fell back into a chair to catch his breath while Mickey just laid herself out on the bed with her legs still spread, and Ted watched as his cum dribbled out of her pussy lips, and down onto the cheap comforter on the bed only to mix in with the already present stains.

Ted stood up and gingerly pulled his pants back on and then said, “I’m gonna go grab some fresh air. The scent of sex is pretty thick in here.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m just gonna lay here and enjoy the feelings of a happily fucked pussy.” Mickey replied in the happiest tone Ted had ever heard come out of the normally gruff guy.

Ted walked to the door, flipped the deadbolt out on the door so he wouldn’t get locked out, and stepped out into the cooler night air. He sucked in a deep breath and thought about how much his life had radically changed in the past two days. As he rounded the corner he saw a slim woman’s figure slowly pacing back and forth talking in Victor’s gruff voice.

“I told you Donnie, That’s all the money we got! We didn’t hold nothing back for ourselves!” She paused as she listened to someone else on the phone, then replied back, “Yeah I know I’m short on my payment, but the cops were there almost instantly! We didn’t have time to grab more…” She paused again and then continued in a more resigned voice, “Yeah, Yeah, I’ll get you more money… I said I’ll get you your fucking money! Fuck Donnie, it’s me! I did a dime for you in Fresno, doesn’t that count for anything?”

She stood there silently for a minute listening to the phone again, and then replied, “Yeah, I got it. Next Friday or else,” Then she pulled the phone away from her ear and flipped it shut before letting out a string of curse words.

“Something wrong Vicky?” Ted asked, which caused her to spin around and glare at him.

“God Damn it Fuck-face, you just can’t mind your own business, can you?” She replied in Victor’s gruff voice.

“Hey, I’m part of this now too, whether I like it or not, so cut me some slack,” Ted replied back to her as he puffed his chest out.

Vicky eyed him for a few minutes before pulling a pack of cigarettes off the side of the beat up convertible and lit it before offering one to Ted. He pulled one out of the pack, stuck it in his mouth and leaned forward so that he could lite it off from Vicky’s offered lighter, and took in a deep breath just to start coughing and gagging.

Vicky broke out in a laughing fit as Ted keeled over, still coughing as he looked over at Vicky and said, “I don’t usually smoke.”

“No shit,” Vicky replied back and then took another drag from her cigarette before blowing the smoke back out in Ted’s direction.

“I heard you need some money,” Ted said once he stopped coughing.

“Yup,” Vicky replied simply as she puffed on her cigarette more.

“Why?” Ted asked as he leaned against the car and again tried to smoke, and coughed less that time.

Instead of answering him, Vicky just dropped her cigarette and stepped back up onto the sidewalk leading back to their shitty hotel room and said, “C’mon Fuck-face, let’s go have some sex. Maybe we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

Ted woke up the next morning and wondered if he had been run over by a truck. He tried to roll over to the side of the bed, but came face to face with Michael’s Goat-Tee. When he rolled the other way it was Victor’s scarred face. Finally he managed to crawl his way to the bottom of the bed and roll off onto the floor into a huge tangle of sheets.

“Hey, what the fuck!” Mickey complained as she was woken up by the bedding being ripped off her.

“Sorry, I think I’m gonna…” Ted started and then pulled a hand over his mouth and made a half crawl half run to the bathroom and started to vomit.

After heaving a few times he sat back and jiggled the handle to get the stained toilet to flush, and then leaned back against the side of the bathtub as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. Just then both Mickey and Vicky came around the corner completely naked and looked down at him with small smiles on their faces.

“What the fuck did I all have to drink last night? I have the worst fucking hang over ever…” Ted said as he suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the nasty toilet and began vomiting again.

“It’s the change buddy. It happens to all of us. You’re becoming a full-fledged hopper,” Mickey said as she came in the room and slapped Ted on the back in congratulatory fashion.

“The change? How long does…” Ted paused to vomit again, “does this last?”

“Depends on the hopper,” Vicky replied, “Some people only get a real bad headache, and some people feel like shit for days.”

Ted dropped his head back in the toilet bowl and heaved once more. For the rest of the day he didn’t dare stray more than a few feet from the toilet. As night fell, Vicky and Mickey spent turns taking watch, and were surprisingly gentle with him. The next morning he still felt wretched, but he could at least keep food down. The girls put him in the bed and took turns nursing him, running for food, drink, and cigarettes, and then on the few times where he did start to feel better, they let him fuck their stolen bodies as much as he could, the whole time smiling at him and coaching him. Ted began to want more and more to feel what they were feeling from the inside of their mounts. He had found out that’s what hoppers called the women they hopped. Vicky and Mickey had given him quite the extensive oration on body hopper terms, dos and don’ts, and other tid-bits they thought he would need. As time when on he began to wonder more and more what it was like to wear someone else, and to have a tiny pair of panties be the sole scrap of clothing you were wearing. To have long hair, or jiggly breasts on your chest. Victor and Michael certainly seemed to be having a great time using the girl’s stolen bodies for as much sex as they could get, and Ted couldn’t wait to try it out for himself as he felt himself changing.

Finally after four days he woke up and stretched, and didn’t feel absolutely horrible. In fact, he thought to himself, he actually felt pretty good. He looked to his sides and noticed Vicky and Mickey were gone, which gave him a sudden fear about being left behind with no money, car, or anything else for that matter, but then they came walking back in with food bags from the local dinner.

“Glad you’re feeling better Fuck-face,” Vicky said and held out a bag of food, “Are you ready to try and body hop a bitch for yourself?”

“Fuck yes!” Ted replied enthusiastically.

“Good, then eat up. The last few days have been pretty rough, and you’re gonna need your strength to take over a woman’s body.” She replied back with an evil smile.

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 4 - Ted’s First

Ted got out of the car and followed Vicky and Mickey into the small greasy spoon diner that was just down the road from the hotel they had been holed up in while trying to keep his nerves under control. Vicky and Mickey picked a booth at the back of the restaurant with well-worn and faded cushions and after a couple of minutes a young woman stopped by the table and gave them a dark look.

“What do you want this time?” The waitress asked with a sour tone.

“Whoa, calm down sweetheart,” Vicky replied coolly as she leaned back into the booth, “We just wanted some of your delicious pie before we skipped town and left you alone forever.”

“Fine, whatever,” the woman said as she turned to head to the next table but then spun back and pointed an accusing finger at Michael, “If you even think about pinching or slapping my ass I’m gonna get a cleaver from the back and cut off your freakin’ hand!”

“Oh baby, you know I like it rough,” Mickey replied with a grin and then dropped into a deep baritone to let out a growl, which caught the waitress off-guard.

As the waitress flipped off Mickey and then continued to walk to her other tables Ted looked at his two companions and asked, “I take it she doesn’t like you guys?”

“Well, with you sick and all, we were in here quite a bit to get food, and we get bored pretty easy, so yeah we messed with her a little bit,” Mickey replied with an sneer.

“It could also be the fact that we stiffed her on every tip since we’ve been coming here,” Vicky added with a dark chuckle, “But that’s all going to change. She’s gonna be our new best friend pretty soon.”

“Why is that?” Ted asked, oblivious to Vicky’s meaning.

“Because Fuck-face, as soon as she goes back to put in the next round of orders, we’re gonna hold her down and you’re gonna body hop her.” Vicky replied as she glanced in the waitress’s direction.

“Her? Here?” Ted almost choked on the words as he turned and checked out the waitress more closely. He thought she had a decent figure, but she was definitely not in the same league as the women that Victor and Michael had found to wear. She had a small cup size, and her slightly over-sized nose didn’t help her beauty.

“Stop staring Fuck-face,” Victor replied, “You’ll freak her out.”

“I can’t do this, I’m not ready,” Ted complained as he sunk down in the booth.

“What are you talking about? You were re-born ready for this four days ago! Trial by fire baby, fuck yeah!” Mickey said as he slugged Ted in the shoulder hard enough to make him wince.

“What if she screams or something?” Ted questioned.

“We’ll be right there Fuck-face, don’t get your panties in a twist before you’re even actually wearing panties.” Vicky replied as glanced again to see where the waitress was at, and looked back at Ted and said, “You remember what we said about how to hop a woman, right?”

“Yeah, I touch them and concentrate on wanting to be them,” Ted said as he let out a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

“Good, because she’s going in the back right now,” Vicky replied as she gave her head a small tilt to point at the waitress who was walking through a pair of swinging doors to the rear of the small restaurant, “Let’s go.”

Vicky and Mickey slipped out of the booth with Ted following in their wake, rubbing his sweaty palms together as he shuffled along behind the ‘ladies’ who he had been shacking up with for the past four days. As the trio pushed their way through the double swinging doors, they were confronted with an orderly arrangement of stainless steel tables with assortments of plates, cups, silverware, and other items you would typically stock in a restaurant. The kitchen was off to the right side of the small group, and to the left they heard the waitress from before mutter, “Oh, what now?”

Ted turned to face the woman as Mickey and Vicky slowly walked toward her at a slow pace, almost as if they were wild animals stalking prey. She turned away from the small table where she was adding more ketchup to some bottles and her face instantly turned into a grimace when she saw her least favorite customers as she said, “You guys know you can’t be back here! What is the deal? I’ve had it with you guys!”

“We just came back to introduce you to our friend here. He was sick before, and couldn’t come out and play,” Vicky replied with an evil grin as she slowly circled to the woman’s right side and grabbed a small towel from the stainless steel table as she was passing it by.

“Whatever freaks, you can’t be back here and I don’t give a fuck who your friend is. He looks just as creepy as you too,” She replied as she noticed Vicky walking closer and took a step back, which put her almost in Mickey’s arms, she just never realized it as she was concentrating on keeping distance between herself and Vicky.

Mickey reached out with the speed of a viper and grabbed her arms, pulling them back and pinning the poor girl as Vicky stepped forward and wrapped the small towel across the hapless girl’s mouth like a gag, preventing her from calling out for help. Ted stood petrified for a moment as he watched the two experts disarm his mount, until Vicky gave him a stern look and Mickey grunted and pointed her chin at the struggling waitress.

Ted shook his head quickly and then reached out and grabbed the woman’s neck. At first she struggled more, worried that she was going to be choked to death, but that quickly subsided as the woman tried to turn her face as much as Vicky’s gag would allow and see why Ted’s hands felt so slimy all of a sudden.

Ted himself couldn’t believe what was going on. He had only seen Michael and Victor dismount bodies once before, and with the gun that had been pointed at him, he hadn’t been paying a great deal of attention, but so far the process was happening exactly like Mickey and Vicky had explained to him over the past four days when he was feeling up for body hopping lessons. His hands were quickly becoming a mucus-like slime that was flowing into the struggling waitress’s body through her skin, nose, and gagged mouth. Ted felt himself becoming… less… as more of his incorporeal body flowed into the woman, and then suddenly started to feel other sensations. Odd sensations. He felt sensations of a sore pair of feet that were wedged into a low pair of comfortable heels, and the oddness of having bare legs when just moments ago he had been wearing pants. Then he felt a pair of smooth thighs that touched ever so slightly under a cotton skirt that until a few moments ago he had only seen from the outside. And then he felt the utterly foreign sensation of vaginal lips tucked into a pair of cotton panties and the feeling of the void that went with those lips. He felt his hips tapper to a thin waist, and a new pair of small breasts being supported by a bra. He felt the blouse he was now wearing, which was unbuttoned far enough to show the little cleavage this body had, and the coolness of the air in the room, along with the iron clasp of Mickey’s hands grabbing his now thinner wrists. Sudden feelings of hair tickling his shoulders and neck made him shake his new head slightly, and then suddenly the world came back into focus as he was staring at Vicky holding a rag across his mouth. He stopped struggling and suddenly felt Mickey’s hands release, and as he stood up Victor dropped his gag and smiled at Ted as he stood there stupidly looking down at his chest. Ted’s hands came up and grasped at his small tits, and he gave him a squeeze and enjoyed the bouncy feeling that happened when he let them go and they dropped back into place.

“How’s the ride kid?” Mickey asked him as he winked.

“My feet are sore,” Ted replied as he looked down at his new legs poking out from under his knee length skirt.

“Yeah, well you did hop a waitress. That usually comes with the job,” Mickey replied.

“Why didn’t I get a really hot girl like you two?” Ted complained as he turned and looked at how flat his ass was and then gave Vicky’s rump an envious glance.

“We all have to start somewhere Fuck-face,” Vicky replied to him and then changed the subject, “Now, open up her mind. Tell me what the last table ordered.”

Ted thought back and suddenly a memory started to come back to him, “uh… They ordered a meat loaf, a special, a side of baked beans, and two sodas…”

“Good job Fuck-face. It’ll get faster the more you do it, but it’s going to be pretty slow right now, so keep that in mind. That’s why we call each other by the nicknames. We don’t have to know our mount’s names, and we’ll be fine. And even if someone does know our mount and hears us talking, we just say we’re friends from way back, and those were our nicknames for each other. Now grab your clothes and let’s go,” Vicky said as she motioned to Ted to follow them out the door.

“Leave? What about this girl’s job?” Ted asked as he remembered the order.

“Fuck her job. Who cares? She’s a fucking waitress in a shitty diner. The world won’t give two shits and a fuck about her skipping out on her job. It’s not exactly a newsworthy event.” Vicky replied over her shoulder as she walked toward the swinging door.

“If we’re just going to jump in the car and leave, then I’ve gotta piss. This body hasn’t taken a break in about four hours,” Ted told Vicky.

“Fine, We’ll wait in the booth, but don’t take too long. We’ll have plenty of time to shove shit up your new cunt when we get to the next town.” Vicky replied as she pushed her way through the door while Mickey grabbed the pile of clothes that Ted had left on the floor and followed after her.

Ted turned and headed toward the bathroom that was in the backroom, stopped in front of the door and realized that it would be his first time going into the women’s restroom. He pushed at the door and realized how much more effort it took his now smaller frame to move the heavy wooden door. Once inside he glanced around and noted that not much was different other than the fact that there were no urinals, just extra toilet stalls. He quickly walked into the first one and closed the partition door behind himself and then looked down at his skirt. Instead of dropping it to the floor he lifted it up and gathered it around his waist, and then grabbed at the waistband of his white cotton panties and pushed them downward before spinning and dropping on the cold porcelain of the toilet seat. As he relaxed he felt the warm pee gush out of his new equipment, and instantly felt the relief on his bladder. As the steady stream suddenly died down to a drip he decided he was done, grabbed some toilet paper, and stood to wipe his pussy. As he looked down at the small patch of hair above the slit in between his legs, he suddenly realized how strange it was to now be a female. All at once he realized he had stolen a woman’s body and was now using it as his own. He suddenly had a bit of hesitation about touching his new equipment, but after standing there for a moment he decided that his new pussy was about to drip. He brought the wad of paper to his lips and gently dapped, and the sensations startled him.

It felt good. Really good.

He gave his new pussy a full wipe and enjoyed the sensations that bounced through his body from his head to his toes. If just wiping after taking a piss felt this good then he couldn’t wait to try more. He wanted to try more right now, but he also didn’t want to piss off his two cohorts waiting for him, so he dropped the paper in the toilet, yanked up his panties, and flushed. As he was walking out of the stall he decided he would definitely need to take Vicky up on her suggestion of shoving something into his new cunt when he got to the next town. He no longer felt like he had wrong this woman by stealing her body. That feeling was replaced with a curiosity and a strong desire to explore his new body more. He hurried out of the bathroom to catch up with Mickey and Vicky, but as he opened the swinging door to the front of the diner he suddenly stopped.

Vicky was on the ground of the diner with her hands cuffed behind her back as Mickey was spiting up at a cop as she yelled in a gruff voice, “Fuck you pig!” while he pulled the butterfly knife from her bra strap as she struggled against her cuffs.

“Where’s the guy that was with you two at the gas station?” The cop that was currently keeping Mickey restrained asked, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Vicky said as she looked up from the floor.

“When you two robbed the gas station a few days ago there was a guy with you. He’s the one we want. He’s wanted in connection with a bank robbery. If you cooperate, I’m sure we can put in a good word for you with the judge. It’ll probably get your cases dropped, but only if you tell us where he is!” The other officer declared as she continued to point her taser at Mickey while she struggled against the other officer who had cuffed her.

“Fuck you bitch, we never snitch on nobody!” Mickey replied as she kept up her attempts to break free of the cop’s restraining grasp.

“They’re not going to tell us anything here. Let’s just bring ‘em in. I’ll take these two out to the car while you check the back just in case he’s hiding out.” The policeman told his partner.

“Roger,” the policewoman said as she nodded in response, and headed to the door Ted was standing in.

“Miss is there anyone back there?” The policewoman suddenly asked Ted, and it took him a moment to realize who the cop was talking to.

“Uh…I don’t know.” Ted replied as he struggled to pull himself together, half expecting the policewoman to see through the fact that this wasn’t actually his body.

Except she didn’t, she simply rolled her eyes as she sighed and pushed past Ted as she went to check out the back of the building. As Ted then watched the other cop pick Mickey and Vicky up by their feminine arms and start to haul them toward the front door he wondered what the hell he was going to do now that his friends were in police custody. Then suddenly it came to him. He spun on his heels and headed back through the door, and looked around until he saw the police woman head into the men’s room intent on her search. Ted quickly followed after her, and as soon as he was inside the door he saw the woman spin and glare at him.

“What are you doing in here?” She demanded to know.

“I just remembered, I did see him!” Ted told the woman, and used the few moments he had just bought to close the distance to the policewoman.

“Where is he?” She again demanded.

Ted pointed to the mirror, and as the cop turned to look he wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled his body to hers as he said, “I’m right here, but soon I’ll be in you!”

It happened fast. Or maybe it was just because Ted was full of adrenaline from trying to wrestle with a cop, but one minute he was struggling with her, and the next minute he could feel himself flowing out of the waitress and almost simultaneously flowing into the policewoman. As the waitress fell back and landed with a thud on the floor, the cop stopped trying to fight her off and concentrated on the thick coating of slime that was flowing up her body and inside of her through her skin, mouth, ears and nose. Ted began to feel himself in a new form, and suddenly he was struggling to keep his balance and reached out to grasp the counter top, and looked at himself in the mirror. His face was attached to the female cop’s body. He felt the pull of his new blonde hair as it went back into a tight ponytail, and felt the weight of the gun belt on his waist. He even felt the pull of the uniform he now wore being pulled tight across his new chest.

“That was fucking awesome,” He said to himself in the mirror as he straightened up and turned slightly sideways to admire his even newer form, “But, I suppose I can’t stand in the bathroom all day and admire my new body. I have to go rescue my friends.”

With a sly smile, Ted headed out of the bathroom and started walking to the police car out in front of the diner where his new “partner” and his two friends were.

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 5 - The Rescue

Ted quickly walked across the parking lot and saw his “partner” waiting for him by the back of the squad car. He looked annoyed, and was standing there with his hands on his hips as he leaned on the trunk of the car.

“I was about to come in after you. I thought you might have run into trouble. Did you find anything?” The cop asked him.

“I didn’t find our guy, but the waitress said she remembered seeing something out by their car, so I was getting the info out of her. Let’s check it out,” Ted replied as he turned and started toward the beat up convertible.

“What did she say was in the car?” The other cop asked him.

“She just said the whole group had guns the other day, so maybe we can find a gun and pull a print off it, or something,” Ted replied as he grabbed at the door handle.

“Well, the whole car will probably have prints on it, why don’t we just call the CSI team in,” The man replied as he watched Ted lean across the seat and start digging through the center console.

Ted turned his head back to look at his “partner” and caught the man staring at his ass, and shot him a glance as he asked, “See anything you like?”

“You know I like it, Wendy, especially after what we did last night,” The man replied with a sly grin.

Sudden memories of the man having sex with his mount from the previous night flashed through Ted’s mind, and he couldn’t help but start to feel a bit turned on by them. It seemed very similar to watching a porno. His new body responded with small tingles, and his new pussy started to have the most wonderful feeling of a moist warmth flow through it. He let out a small gasp, and rubbed his thighs together as he enjoyed the sensations of his female form.

“Did you find something?” Ted’s “partner” asked.

“Uh… no, I’m just…” Ted paused for a moment and then finished, “I’m fucking horny as shit, I guess.”

“What’s gotten into you Wendy?” the other cop asked.

“Just remembering last night I guess,” Ted replied as he crawled back out of the car and looked at the man, who was now taller than Ted’s shorter frame.

“I thought you said that was a one-time only thing because you didn’t want your husband to find out?”

“Uh… I… um…” Ted stammered as he wondered how he was going to explain his way out of this one, and then suddenly realized he didn’t have to, “I didn’t find anything, but maybe I missed something, why don’t you take a look.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” The cop said as he obviously didn’t like the subject change.

As Ted watched his new partner slide into the driver’s seat and start looking around he pulled the flap back on the holster at his waist and waited patiently. When the policeman reached over to begin digging through the center console Ted pulled out his taser, pressed it to the man’s neck, and pulled the trigger. His partner had just enough time to say, “Wha…” before he began to flail wildly as the electricity coursed through his body. Ted didn’t know how long to hold the trigger, so he just kept the small weapon tucked against the man’s neck and kept the power pouring into him until he was afraid he would kill the man. As Ted pulled the taser back the man slumped back in the seat completely unconscious. Ted pulled the handcuffs from the man’s belt, put his arms around the steering wheel, and cuffed the policeman into the car. He then grabbed the man’s gun, taser, and spare ammunition, and started back to the squad car.

As he opened the back door Mickey’s spike heeled foot came out at his chest and caught him in the right breast, which knocked him off balance and caused him to fall back on his ass in the parking lot. As Ted hit the ground he dropped the things he was carrying and called out, “Ouch, fucker! What the hell was that for?”

“Holy shit! Is that you Fuck-face?” Mickey asked as she staggered out of the back of the squad car with her hands still bound behind her back.

“I was coming to rescue you two, but now you can just stay fucking cuffed,” Ted said as he gathered the equipment that was laying around him on the pavement before added, “And you kicked me right in the fucking nipple, you fucker! These things are sensitive! That hurts like hell!”

“I didn’t know it was you, Fuck-face,” Mickey said as she moved out of the way for Vicky to also get out of the car.

“My name isn’t Fuck-face. It’s Ted. Now turn around so I can un-cuff you guys,” Ted said as he pulled the keys for the hand cuffs out of a small pouch on his belt.

After he had removed the handcuffs from both of his friend’s Vicky turned and started walking to their old car. Mickey looked up from rubbing his wrists and called out in a deep voice, “Hey, where you going?”

“I’ve got to get our stuff from the trunk,” Vicky’s voice boomed back over her shoulder.

Ted waited as Vicky grabbed some bags from the trunk and Mickey pulled open the driver’s door of the car and started to roughly kick the unconscious police officer in the side as she shouted obscenities at him. Ted shook his head as he watched and waited while Vicky walked back over to him.

“Nice job Fuck-face,” Vicky said as she dropped the bags next to him and turned to look at Mickey.

“Still with the fuck face stuff?” Ted asked as he nodded toward Mickey and asked, “Should we call Mickey over, or let her have some more fun?”

“Eh, let him get a few more kicks in, he sleeps better when he gets exercise. Plus we still have to hotwire a car. They’ve obviously got an APB out on our old cruiser,” Vicky replied.

“Why do we have to hotwire a car? I’ve got keys right here,” Ted replied and pulled keys for the police cruiser from his pocket.

“The police cruiser? You’ve got to be… wait… you know what, that might work. Nobody would fuck with us, and we could pull over someone else when we get to the next town wherever we want, and then get new bodies!” Vicky replied gruffly with a sly grin plastered across her mismatched male face.

“Great, I’ll pop the trunk,” Ted replied as he walked to the back of the cruiser.

Once Ted and Vicky had loaded the car they called to Mickey until she finally turned and screamed, “WHAT?!”

“C’mon numb nuts, let’s go!” Vicky replied and motioned to the police car.

“Why do I have to sit in the back on the plastic seat?” Mickey whined, which sounded odd in Michael’s gruff voice.

“Because while we were discussing seating arrangements, you were busy playing kick the cop,” Ted replied as he fired up the car.

“Fine,” Mickey replied in a sullen voice as she climbed into the back of the cruiser.

After they had been on the road for half an hour Vicky suddenly turned to Ted and directed him to pull over on a back road. Ted did as he was told, and found a concealed area on a side road and then pulled the car over and Vicky opened the door and got out.

Ted opened his door and stood up, taking the opportunity to stretch and enjoy the feeling of his new tits being pulled in tight underneath his rather restraining bra before he asked, “What are we doing? Why did we stop?”

“Mickey and I have to ditch these bodies. The fuzz is obviously after us. They must have a bolo out on us from the gas station, and put together that we were traveling with you, and you robbed a bank,” Vicky replied as she opened the trunk and pulled out one of the duffel bags.

“This sucks, I like my bitch,” Mickey replied as she flicked her hair back, looked down at her body and gave her tits a fair-well squeeze.

“Do I need to get out of my mount?” Ted asked, feeling rather proud of himself for remembering what Mickey had told him body hoppers call their stolen bodies.

“No, we don’t want to do that until we have a new ride,” Vicky replied as she walked down into the ditch alongside the road and then started to shake as Victor began to work his way out of his stolen body.

Mickey did the same thing, and soon enough the two men re-formed their normal selves outside of the girls, and quickly pulled on some clothing. As Ted watched the men dress he again felt that pleasantly warm surge go through his body, starting in his crotch and moving outward. His nipples seemed to get a full feeling, and he couldn’t help but reach up and grasp the two proud mounds on his chest. As he squeezed his breasts he let out a quiet moan which caught Michael’s attention.

“Like your fun bags kid? That pig you’re wearing is a lot more of a looker than the waitress you had before!” Michael said as he walked over to Ted and grabbed a fist full of Ted’s ass through his pants.

Ted’s body again responded to the attention by kicking up the level of warm hornyness another notch, and he felt his stolen pussy moisten, “Oh fuck, I’m so randy.”

“Yank down that bitch’s pants, I’ll help you out with your craving!” Michael replied enthusiastically, “I told you we hoppers get all hot and bothered in a chick’s body!”

“Keep it together you two,” Victor growled across the car as he dropped the duffel bag back in the trunk of the police cruiser and closed the lid.

“I don’t know if I can,” Ted whined, “My pussy feels so freaking soppy. Soppy but good! I can’t believe how bad I need relief.”

“C’mon Vic! Let me help the kid out. He did keep us out of cuffs. The bitches will be out cold for hours, no worries there. Plus it’s been a while since I’ve blown my load in a little hottie,” Michael shot back to Victor.

“Fine, but make it quick. We’re behind schedule by a several days because of Fuck-face being sick so long. We’ve got to get to the next town and do some planning.” Victor replied with a sigh and got back in the passenger side of the police cruiser.

“Woah, wait, you wanna fuck me! I don’t think so. I am not ready for that!” Ted exclaimed as he took a step away from Michael.

“Don’t worry cutie, I’ll be gentle,” Michael said with a lecherous grin as he grabbed Ted’s upper arm and pulled him to the back of the police cruiser and spun him around to face the car.

“No, I’m not…” Ted again started to protest, but he was cut off by Michael who reached around to roughly grab his left breast while the other hand start to work at his belt, while Michael said, “Just relax and enjoy it. You’re not going to get any relief until you get ten inches of pink steel jammed up your love box. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. It’s time to pop your hopper cherry kid.”

“I just…” Ted started to speak again, but stopped as Michael yanked his pants down and again cut him off as he called out, “Now face the car and spread ‘em!”

When Ted didn’t move his feet fast enough he felt Michael kick at his boots to spread his legs shoulder width part, and then got pressed forward at the waist down against the trunk of the car, which caused Ted to struggle back briefly, but at the same time let out a moan as he felt his breasts rub against the cool metal. Michael’s iron grasp let go of his left breast and moved to Ted’s hips as he positioned Ted’s pussy for a ‘from behind attack.’ Ted swung his head around and watched as Michael pulled his sweat pants down and release his monster of a cock from its confinement.

“Holy shit! That’s not all going to fit in me!” Ted called out as he again tried to wiggle out from between the car and Michael, but he wasn’t quite quick enough and Michael once again grabbed his waist and put him back in position.

“I’ll stretch you out some, sure, but don’t worry it’ll feel great. I told you I’d take care of you kid, now stop squirming or I’m gonna fucking hand cuff you!” Michael replied as he reached up and grabbed Ted’s ponytail and jerked his head forward so that all he could see was the back window of the police cruiser.

Ted sucked in a deep breath and tried to relax just as he felt the tip of Michael’s dick touch his outer pussy lips. He felt a quiver shoot through his entire body as Michael rubbed the head of his cock up and down on ted’s soaking snatch, lubricating his shaft up so that despite its girth it would still get inside Ted’s moist little cunt.

“Shit kid, you weren’t kidding. You’re slick as snail snot down there!” Michael declared happily as he started to push the head of his cock into Ted’s moist folds.

Ted barely registered Michael’s words as his world blew up from the sensations of Michael’s hard dick being thrust up into his hungry pussy. He let out a moan as supreme pleasure mixed with the pain from the stretching his cunt was getting from Michael’s large shaft.

“Oh, fuck me that’s good!” Ted wailed as his head went back.

“See, I told you kid. I know what you want. A nice hard cock and a good rough fuck,” Michael said with a grunt as he shoved himself completely up inside Ted’s pussy.

Ted felt like his stomach was being whacked by Michael’s dick it was so large and jammed so far up inside him, and then Michael pulled it back out and left Ted whimpering for more as he felt the vacancy left by the missing phallus. Michael didn’t keep him waiting for long though, as he shoved his shaft back up Ted’s pussy hard enough to make him rock forward into the back window of the car. He wasted no time in setting up a quick rhythm of harshly fucking Ted’s poor pussy. The harder Michael fucked him, the more Ted found himself pushing his well-rounded ass back against the man’s thrusts. Ted was quickly spiraling upward on an orgasmic roller coaster and could sense the top of the big drop was just ahead. As his fingers scratched at the trunk lid and Michael’s thrusting became more and more animalistic Ted suddenly felt that tipping point happen.

Suddenly Ted’s vision spun. He called out unintelligible words. He bucked against Michael’s shaft. He flailed uncontrollably. Ted’s first orgasm in a stolen woman’s body was earthshaking. It started in his toes, and he felt it course through his entire form, right to the follicles of hair in his stolen head. When he finally came down from his high, he felt Michael jerk and spurt inside of his belly as he laid limp across the back of the car. Michael tugged on his hair while grunting, “Fuck yeah pig! I’m fucking the police this time! Oh fuck that’s good.”

As he finished cumming, Michael pulled out of Ted’s wrecked cunt and whipped his dick off on Ted’s soft thighs before pulling his sweatpants up and straightening himself as he said with a chuckle, “Yeah, that’s a nice fucking mount you got yourself there kid, I bet that was one hell of a ride from the other side of the pussy.”

“Oh fuck… that was… great,” Ted panted as he enjoyed the alien sensation of cum leaking down his inner thighs, “That was… the best… fucking… experience… of my life!”

“That was just the beginning kid,” Michael said with a deep chuckle, “Now pull up your panties and get in the car, Vic is in a hurry and you don’t want to make him wait for too long.”

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A Wanted Hopper - Chapter 6 - Bikini Theft Auto

Ted shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the hundredth time as he drove into the small city that Victor had directed him to, and then looked around at the buildings as he tried to get his bearings. He glanced down at his chest as he felt his tits shake when the police cruiser hit a bump in the road, and then shifted in his seat again.

“Shit you’re antsy Fuck-face, what’s wrong with you?” Victor asked as he slumped back in his seat.

“Sorry, it’s just I’ve never had to deal with Michael’s cum leaking out of me before. My panties are soaked,” Ted replied with a grimace.

“Ha! I filled your cunt to the brim, didn’t I?” Michael said with a deep chuckle from the back seat.

“Yeah, and my tits jiggling over every bump in the road is new too,” Ted replied as he took a hand off the steering wheel to caress his breasts.

“You’ll get used to that Fuck-face. It feels weird for me not to have my chesticles jiggling right now,” Victor replied and then added, “You’ll also learn to clean up your slit before you pull up your panties.”

“You know how fucked up it sounds to be having this conversation with two guys?” Ted asked with a chuckle, “What’s next? We share skin cream secrets?”

“Nope, next is pulling into that alleyway over there,” Victor said as he pointed to a few buildings and a narrow road that led between them.

Ted maneuvered the police cruiser into the alleyway and drove to a secluded spot and watched as Victor and Michael got out of the car. He also opened his door, got out, and then looked at the other men to see what he was supposed to do next. Michael was busy stretching and Victor was pulling the duffel bags out of the trunk. With no clue what was going on Ted finally broke down and asked, “So… what are we doing? What should I do?”

“You should get out of that cop,” Victor replied without looking up, “But first you should strip down.”

“What? Why?”

“Trust me, Fuck-face,” was Victor’s only reply.

Ted shrugged, glanced at Michael, who nodded at him, and then he started to pull off his clothes. Once he was standing completely naked with the uniform on the car seat in front of him and the bra and panties on a separate pile next to those he looked at Michael and asked, “How do I leave a body again?”

“Just concentrate on wanting to be yourself kid,” Michael replied as he reached into the car and pulled the shotgun from its mount and looked it over with a glimmer in his eye.

Ted closed his eyes and tried to push himself out of the female police officer’s body. It took a while to start but then seemed to happen rather quickly. He felt like he was losing feeling in his body, and suddenly had the rather peculiar sensation of being ooze as he felt his old self pulling out of his current body. He could feel himself start to reform behind where he had been standing a moment ago, and then was suddenly looking through his own eyes. The naked body of the policewoman fell to the side, and Ted looked down at the body he had just spent several hours in.

“Get her clothes Fuck-face. Hurry up!” Victor called out, and knocked Ted out of his stupor.

Ted reached forward and took the uniform off the front seat and heard Michael say, “Take the gun belt too, stupid!”

“What am I supposed to do with this stuff?” Ted asked.

“Put the pants on. Here’s a shirt and some flip-flops,” Victor replied as he tossed some stuff in Ted’s direction and held his hand out, “And give me the gun and utility belt.”

“Where are my clothes?” Ted asked as he pulled on the pants.

“They’re back on the floor of the diner where we got arrested, numbnuts. Remember?” Michael said as he grabbed the rest of the officer’s discarded clothing in the front of the cop car.

“These pants aren’t going to fit right,” Ted complained as he looked at the six inches of ankle that showed out the bottom of the foot holes.

“It’s those pants or go naked Fuck-face,” Victor replied as he grabbed the woman’s wrists and pulled her up and over one shoulder.

“Fine,” Ted replied as he pulled on the shirt and slipped his feet into the flip-flops, “What are you doing with all the guns? Why are you taking them?”

“Because you never know when a gun that used to belong to a police officer will come in handy Fuck-face,” Victor replied as he dropped the woman’s body next to a fence post and then Michael used one of the sets of hand cuffs from her belt to lock her to the post.

“What are you guys doing? You’re gonna lock her to the post naked and just leave her here?” Ted asked in a shocked voice.

“Yup,” Michael replied with a grin.

“But why?”

“Because it’ll be funnier than shit when she wakes up and realizes she’s naked and locked to a post, and has to call for help. That’ll teach her to be a stupid fucking pig.” Michael replied with disdain in his voice.

“But…” Ted started and then was quickly cut off by Victor as he said, “Fuck-face, I’ve got a second pair of handcuffs here. If you feel that bad for her you can join her.”

Ted closed his mouth and shook his head and then followed Victor and Michael as they walked out of the alley way. Michael made a quick stop at a dumpster and tossed the woman’s remaining clothing into it, and then dropped the set of keys for the police cruiser down the storm sewer grate before he rejoined Ted and Victor.

“She shouldn’t be out for long, as you weren’t in her for that long. I wish we could stick around and see the look on her face when she wakes up and realizes she’s in an alley in a strange town buck-ass naked. Ha ha ha ha!” Michael chuckled in his deep voice.

“Why do you hate cops so much?” Ted asked.

“Well, if you were ever sent to prison for a robbery you didn’t commit, you’d be pretty pissed off too,” Michael growled.

“Well, from what I’ve seen so far, it’s not too far from believable,” Ted shot back, “I mean you guys did actually rob my bank and then got it pinned on me! Maybe it’s karma?”

“Well, what do you expect when you send an innocent man to prison? It was basically a how to course in committing crimes, and you get the added advantage of making connections in the criminal world to boot,” Michael replied.

“Quiet you two. We have to find some bodies and a place to set up camp,” Victor commanded.

“Where are you thinking chief?” Michael asked as they walked down the sidewalk.

“There,” Victor said with an evil smile as he looked over and saw a group of young women holding up signs and directing cars into a small parking lot down the block.

“A bikini carwash! It feels like we hit the damned lottery!” Michael howled triumphantly as he pumped his fists in the air.

“Let me do the talking, got it?” Victor said in a menacing voice, which both Ted and Michael nodded at.

The three men walked over to the parking lot, and Ted could feel some of the women turning and looking them, and especially him in his ill-fitting pants. Victor seemed oblivious to the looks and walked up to a rather gorgeous blonde woman in a small blue two piece bikini who was holding a sign and in a snake-oil salesman like voice asked her, “Hey sweetheart. What’s the occasion?”

“We’re raising money for our trip to cheer finals!” She replied and then let out a loud cheer, which was returned like an echo by some of her friends and one added, “Go Huckletown University Hurricanes!”

“Well, I’d love to get my car washed. How much does it cost?” Victor asked while giving the woman a dangerously large smile.

“Cars are fifteen bucks, SUVs are twenty,” She replied as she suddenly eyed up Victor distrustingly, “But you have to bring them to the parking lot here.”

“Oh, that is unfortunate. I have a motorhome. It blew a tire, and I was hoping to get it washed while I’m waiting for the tow truck. It’s right around the corner,” Victor replied as he nodded to the side of the building.

“Well, maybe you can bring it by when you get the new tire,” the young woman said as she shrugged and started to walk away.

“Um Miss?” Victor asked quickly before she could get too far, “What if I made it worth your while?”

“What do you mean?” She asked through narrowed eyes as she turned and looked at Victor.

“Well, I do love cheerleading as a sport, and I’d love to help your team out. What if I donated five hundred dollars, and you made a tiny little exception and helped me wash my motorhome even though it’s not in the parking lot?” Victor questioned with an innocent sounding voice.

“You’re just talking about washing the camper, right? No funny business?” The woman asked as she cocked her hips and again shot Victor a look.

“Absolutely,” Victor replied in his best soothing voice, “Why don’t you hold the money, come look at the motorhome for a moment, and my friends will stay here while I show it to you. That way you know that nothing strange is going on here.” Victor offered as he handed her a roll of money.

The young woman’s eyes lit up as she was handed the roll of large bills, and she eagerly began nodding at Victor, who motioned for her to follow him while he shot Michael a look and held up his hand as if to say stay put, I’ll be right back. The young woman called out to a couple of her friends that she was going to look at a motorhome and would be right back as she held up the roll of money, which caused several of the girls to let out another cheer.

The two of them disappeared around the corner of the building, and Ted stood there shifting his weight from foot to foot while Michael looked around at the beautiful college girls washing cars all around him, completely ignorant of the looks he was getting from them. A few moments later the blonde in the blue bikini walked back around the corner of the building, only now her face had been replaced by Victor’s mug, complete with his trademark scar. She walked over to a couple of her friends and said, “Hey, these guys are legit. I’m going to need two of you to come with me and help wash their motorhome. They said they’d throw in another five hundred bucks if we get it done before the tow truck driver can replace the tire, so let’s go! Ashley, Bridget, c’mon!”

With that two of the girls that had been washing a small hatch-back with five other girls stood up and grabbed pals of soapy water and started to follow Vicky in her new body. She discreetly motioned to Michael to follow along, but he was too busy watching the cheerleaders washing cars to notice, so Ted elbowed him in the sides.

“Hey! What the fuck was that for dickweed?” Michael complained loudly.

“Victor… I mean Vicky motioned for us to follow,” Ted replied and pointed around the corner of the building.

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so Fuck-face, let’s go!” Michael said as she trotted off, leaving Ted to shake his head and follow behind.

When Ted finally caught up to the girls and Michael, he saw that Ashley and Bridget were standing behind a large block wall screen that was meant to hide dumpsters from the view of passing cars and surrounding buildings. They had set their buckets down and were grimacing at Vicky as she stood facing them.

“What the fuck Nicole! There’s no motor home here!” Ashley complained loudly, “Where did that other guy go? The one with the fucked up face?”

She was startled as Michael came up from behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist and said, “Don’t worry cutie, you won’t care what anyone’s face looks like in a few minutes.”

She let out a quick squeal before Michael could get his hand over her mouth, but then her calls for help were gagged, and even though she struggled against him, Ted could see his friend’s form start to flow into the poor girl. Bridget’s eyes went wide as she asked, “What the fuck is going on here?” and then started to dart back to the parking lot, only to run face first into Ted as he came around the corner. He grabbed the petite brunette by her shoulders and then brought his face to her small pink lips as she tried to pull herself away. As she pulled back Ted could feel his body liquefy and flow down her mouth. She was robbed of her chance to scream as Ted flowed down her throat and into her body.

The first thing he noticed was how nice the warm sun felt on all of his exposed skin, and the second thing he noticed was how much exposed skin he had. Almost every square inch of his new body was on display for anyone looking at it. Only a teensy tiny bikini bottom that was mostly strings and two barely adequate cherry red triangular scraps of fabric covered his pussy, ass and tits from the rest of the world. It felt liberating and made him self-conscious as the same time. He noticed that his inner thighs touched one another, although his smooth skin made it feel silky. He also noticed his hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and was wet as it hit his shoulders and his upper back. It was amazingly cool compared to the heat of the sun beating down on his tanned skin. He looked down and grasped as the perfection of his new round perky tits and let out a small moan as he twisted his nipples through the thin fabric.

“Quit your self-love Fuck-face, we’ll have plenty of time for that later. Right now we have to find a ride,” Vicky said, and her voice brought Ted out of his stupor as he looked over to see Michael’s face on the other red-headed girl’s body, and her new tits were bouncing gently in her white bikini as she pointed and laughed at him, and then began walking around and picking up the piles of clothing so that she could shove them in one of the duffel bags.

“Find a ride?” Ted questioned as he dropped his hands from his breasts and followed Vicky as she walked back to the parking lot by the other cheerleaders.

“Just let Vicky work her magic Teddy. She’s always got a plan,” Mickey replied as she winked at him and then let out a low growl and whistled a catcall out in Vicky’s direction as she said, “Vicky, you got a sexy little ass this time. Are you gonna let me fuck that thing with a ten inch dildo later?”

“Hush stupid!” Vicky replied over her shoulder as she gave Mickey an evil glance and continued to head look around the parking lot.

As Ted watched Vicky search for something he remembered back to Michael fucking him over the back of a squad car and wondered how big the man’s dick was. It had looked and felt huge to him as it was being shoved up his stolen cunt at the time. And the more he thought about it the more he felt his nipples strain against the tiny fabric triangles, and the warmer his pussy started to feel. He swallowed and wondered when they might have some time for messing around with these new bodies when Vicky suddenly walked back over to them.

“Okay, here’s the plan. Teddy, I’m gonna introduce you to a guy. It’s your job to get him to follow you around the corner and keep him there for about fifteen minutes. Do whatever you have to. I don’t care if it takes choking on his cock like you’re a newborn that hasn’t been fed for days and he’s got the only bottle on the face of the planet. Mickey, I need a distraction. You see that red corvette over there? I want you to wait ten minutes and then climb up on top of the hood and start to dance like a fucking stripper. Loose your top, and if you have to your bottoms for all I care. I just want every eye watching you. When I’m done I’ll collect you both, got it?” Vicky asked with raised eyebrows.

“Wait, you want me to suck a guy’s dick?” Ted asked with a disgusted look on his face.

“No, said I want you to keep him distracted. For shit’s god damned sake Fuck-face, I don’t care what you do! Are you really that fucking stupid?” Vicky growled at him menacingly.

“Um, fine. I got it. I got it,” Ted replied as waved at Vicky to get her to back off.

“Okay, here we go,” Vicky replied as she walked up a man and said, “Excuse me, George? I just wanted to congratulate you and let you know that with your generous donation, you’ve now qualified for our special VIP experience. With that said, I’m going to let Teddy take care of you, okay?” And with that Vicky hooked her arm around the man’s waist and started to walk him away from his car and towards Ted.

“But, I… um, I like to watch getting my car washed…” The man replied back in an embarrassed voice.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll enjoy Teddy’s company too! She REALLY likes convertibles, and has a habit of dropping her top, if you know what I mean,” Vicky replied to the man as she passed him on to Ted and motioned for him to get a move on.

Ted smiled at the man and tugged on his arm to get him to walk faster around the corner of the building. The entire time they walked the man’s eyes never went above Ted’s neck and he wondered if the man even realized he had a head. Once they got around the corner the man’s eyes stayed focused on Ted’s new breasts as he asked, “Okay, so what now? I thought this was some sort of VIP experience.”

“Um, yeah, it is, so…what do you want to do?” Ted asked in what he hoped sounded like a chipper voice.

“Um, I hate to sound…you know…crude or something, but…you have a really great um…figure,” The man replied, still never seeing more then the lower eighty percent of Ted’s stolen body.

“Oh yeah?” Ted replied with a grin as he suddenly realized this man was eating out of the palm of his hand, “Well then tell me if you like this?”

And with that Ted began bouncing on his toes. His fleshy tits bobbled up and down, and he felt his hair also flail wildly as he continued. The man’s eyes went wide and Ted was almost concerned he was going to let out a holler and bring some unwanted attention to what they were doing. As Ted continued he could see the man’s pants tenting outward and he again felt that moist heat in his pussy as he saw the perfect utensil to help him scratch his new itch.

“You want to do more then watch?” Ted asked in a silky voice as reached up and twirled the end of his long brunette hair with one hand.

“Hell yes!” The man replied, “You mean I can actually touch?” The man replied as he brought his hands up and reached out for Ted’s tits.

“Hehe, how about a little more than just touching?” Ted asked as he reached out, and gently caressed the man’s erect member through his slacks.

The man started to pull back, and then looked around as if to see if this was a trap, but as Ted’s thin and graceful fingers unhooked his fly and reached inside his trousers and grasped the stiffened member with his small hands the man’s resolve soon broke.

“That’s it…why don’t you get your little friend out, and we can all play a game of bouncing back and forth together?” Ted asked in his best seductive voice.

And with that he spun around and grasped the strings at his waist and tugged them down to mid-thigh and bent over, offering his pussy to the man standing directly behind him. He turned around and shot the man a sensuous look, which was all he needed to pull his cock the rest of the way out of his pants and shuffle up to the back of Ted’s round ass. The man didn’t waste any time and basically just shoved himself up inside Ted’s waiting pussy. As the shaft first pushed its way inside his sensitive fleshy folds it was almost too much. Pleasure and pain mixed as the man’s dick wasn’t quite lubricated enough to make the initial thrust, but the feeling of being filled completely washed any regrets that Ted had away. Ted grabbed his knees and steadied himself as the man leaned over on top of him and pulled his bikini top off to the side and roughly grasped as his chest lumps. He didn’t really have much skill, and was mainly just squeezing and twisting, but the feeling of the man’s dick ramming back and forth in Ted’s sensitive pussy more than made up for it. He let out small moans of appreciation as the man grunted behind him. Both of them quickly increased the frequency of their pumping until Ted felt his body release and it felt like internal explosions from his toe nails to the end of his ponytail. As he came, he clenched his pussy lips against the man’s shaft, which gave him even more pleasure and caused him to double up on his orgasm and tip over the edge again just as the man’s thrusts became erratic and then suddenly the cock buried deep in his pussy leapt over and over again and he felt the man’s cum shooting out deep inside his belly.

“Oh, fuck that was great,” The man said as he staggered back and leaned against the wall as Ted suddenly heard Vicky call out, “FUCK-FACE LET’S GO! NOW!”

As Ted spun around he saw Vicky sitting in the seat of a white luxury sedan with the back door kicked open as she motioned for Ted to jump in the back. Michael was already in the passenger seat and was stark naked while smiling proudly. Ted grabbed his red bikini bottoms, yanked them up as far as he could and dashed to the open door. He dove into the back seat and felt the car lurch forward as Vicky gunned the throttle, and the momentum of the car slammed the door shut. Over the sound of squealing tires and Michael’s booming laughter Ted heard the guy who had just fucked him calling out, “That’s my car! Those girls are stealing my car! WAIT! NO! THAT’S MY CAR!”