Chapter 10 - Sunday is a Day of Rest

This is the tenth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I awoke to the sound of soft snoring. I blinked a few times and sat up slowly. The first thing I noticed was the pungent smell of sex. It was mostly heavy enough to drown out the smell of body odor that I was guessing came from me. I felt my chest jiggle a bit. I was sore in all sorts of places. My pussy ached the most, though. It was a good ache, and I smiled as I looked over at my snoring bedmate.

Burt lay spread eagle with the dildo still hanging out of his second set of lips. His blonde hair was completely disheveled and splayed out around his head like it was trying to escape.

I slowly worked my way off the bed and found as I stood up that my legs were almost as sore as my pussy was. I checked the clock to find it was late afternoon. My stomach growled and I felt a powerful need to release my bladder. I staggered to the bathroom and plopped down unceremoniously on the toilet. As I felt the warm stream start I also felt Valerie waking up slowly.

Ooooh. Brian. Why am I so sore? What the hell happened last night? She asked groggily.

‘Burt brought his A game and even I passed out after he was done.’ I replied to her mentally.

I’m so tired yet. I heard her say in the back of my mind.

I thought about it, and figured if I could wake her mind up while I was in her, maybe I could put her back under as well. I concentrated on putting her mind back to its sleeping state like the typical girl’s mind when I mount them.

What are you doing Brian…? I’m… so…

Suddenly she was back out. I smiled a bit. I figured if I saved her a bit of soreness from something that I did anyway, it would be better that way.

I stood up, tore off some toilet paper, dabbed myself dry very gingerly around my aching pussy, and headed naked for the kitchen. I dug through her cupboards until I found some cereal. I grabbed a bowl, spoon, and some milk, and sat down at the table to start eating. I was about half way through my second bowl when I saw Burt, still naked, walking through the doorway. Or maybe walking was a bad word for it.

“Oh Brian. I feel like shit.” He said as he looked at me and tossed the dildo in his hand on the couch behind him. He stumbled towards me until he got to the small kitchen table, pulled out a chair, and let himself topple into it.

“Yeah, my little box is used up.” I replied.

“Yes. Worth both the hang over and the aching cunt, though.” He said with a small smile.

“You want any breakfast?” I asked politely as I tapped the cereal box towards him.

“Naw, I won’t be in her long enough to care.” He replied.

“You’re going to use her all night long and ditch her without even filling her belly?” I teased him.

“Trust me, I’m doing her a favor. I’m not sure how long anything would even stay down if I ate something.” He replied before continuing, “You want to just dump there bodies right here?”

I blinked a few times before looking up from my cereal bowl.

“I was planning on staying in Val here for a bit more. She has a pretty cozy apartment, and a bunch of fun clothes.” I replied.

Burt smiled at me odd for a second, and then said, “Ok buddy. Don’t stay in her too long. Wouldn’t want to get stuck, or attached to her to much. Hey, do you mind if I dump Alyssa here, or do you want me to put some clothes on her and drop her off somewhere else?”

“Um, I could drive you to her place or something Burt.” I replied, “Let her wake up in her own apartment.”

“Naw, no good with the roomie and boy toy.” He replied, “Besides, she’s woken up in a lot of weird places before. I remember one time I dumped her naked in the back seat of a school bus about twenty minutes before it was ready to go pick up some third graders for a field trip.” And then Burt had a bit of a belly chuckle.

I eyed him up a bit and suddenly felt a bit sorry for Alyssa. Burt must have sensed it and said, “It’s not like I do it often, and besides kid, you shouldn’t get too attached to them. Your mount I mean. If they found out what we were doing, they’d have our balls in a vice. Besides, you may end up doing something stupid like telling a woman that you are a hopper.”

I almost choked a bit on the spoon full of cereal in my mouth before managing to swallow it. This time was my turn to get eyed up by Burt before I managed to say, “Yeah, who would want that. Some chick knowing that you could possess her.”

He was quiet for a few seconds before finally standing up and staggering back over to the couch.

“Well, see yeah kid. I’ll take care of her.” He said as found her bra on the floor and flipped it inside out, wrapped it around himself backwards and did up the clasps. He then spun it around and flipped the cups up over his breasts and wormed his arms into the shoulder straps.

“No, its ok Burt, you can leave her here. I don’t mind. It’ll be kind of fun to play the part of the lesbian lover to the girl that doesn’t remember getting that drunk.” I said to him quickly.

He stopped getting Alyssa dressed and looked at me before saying, “Really kid? I’d appreciate it. I have this thing I have to get to soon.”

I nodded, and he plopped down on the couch and started to immediately vacate his mount. I watched as he quickly flowed into his normal male self standing over his used up host body. I saw him stretch, and he was already moving more like a man that just had a great nights sleep in a blonde bombshell instead of a young girl with a tender pussy and a hang over.

“Hey Brian…” he started to ask.

“Sweatpants are in the bedroom to the left as you walk in the door. I also have a shirt, and a pair of sandals there. That’s two pair.” I finished before he could get the whole question out.

“Thanks man, I owe you big.” He replied as he walked into the bedroom.

He got dressed quickly, and was back out. I walked over to the door to say my farewells and he quickly hugged me, but I found out it was just an excuse for him to have my chest pressed against him and get a good pinch in on my supple ass cheek.

“I’ll call you in a few. Let me know what you’re up too.” He said as he disappeared out the door and back out into the world, looking for all intents and purposes like a completely normal middle age man.

I smiled and shook my head as I closed and locked the door. I looked around at Valerie’s apartment and decided to get cleaning. But first, I needed a maid outfit.

After digging out a pair of white cotton bikini briefs and a white cotton bra and putting them on I got the little maid outfit out. I slipped it on over my head, and pulled my somewhat still curly hair into a pony tail. I then grabbed a pair of fishnet stockings and carefully pulled them up my long shapely legs. I grabbed a pair of black shoes with a low 2” heel mainly because I was still too sore to be wandering around in anything more than that.

I started with the bedroom. I tore the bedding off the bed and piled it in the corner of the room before digging more out of the closet and using Valerie’s memory put it all back on how she liked it. I started a load of laundry with some of the old bedding in the small washer and dryer combo that Valerie had tucked away in the closet off the side of the bathroom. I then walked back into her room and picked up the vibrator, and opened it to pull the old batteries out, and put it back in her nightstand drawer. I tossed the old batteries out and made a mental note to pick some new ones up. I picked up the panties and other various clothing articles off the floor and tossed them on the laundry pile.

I then headed out to the living room to grab her dress and her purse. I put her purse on the night stand, and hung her dress back on a hanger as I thought it would be a dry clean only thing. I then grabbed some candles out of a cabinet and started a few of them going in her room along with opening a window to help the smell of sex escape its confines.

I headed back out to pick up my breakfast bowl, and decided I was feeling much better, so I mentally started to wake Valerie up. I was scrubbing the cereal bowl out when I felt a now familiar twinge of muscles as she assessed the situation her body was in as she became conscious.

Oh wow Brian. What happened? I felt her ask.

‘Well, we both felt like shit, so I decided to let you sleep it off a bit more while I cleaned up.’ I replied in my head.

Really, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.

‘I know. It’s no biggie. I don’t know what to do with your dress, and there is still laundry to be done.’ I said to her.

Suddenly I heard a bit of moaning behind me from the couch. I turned to see Alyssa starting to move around a bit.

Burt looks like he’s in a bit of pain. Valerie said mentally.

‘Actually that’s just Alyssa. Burt bailed out of her. He left over an hour ago.’ I replied back.

I grabbed a glass of water and headed over to the waking girl. She groaned a few more times before opening her eyes and looking at me.

“Oh. My head. I ache all over. What happened?” She asked.

“Well, you had a quite a bit at the strip club last night, and decided you wanted to come home with me. We made love until the early morning, and then you passed out.” I replied to her as I held the glass out for her.

She opened her eyes the rest of the way to look at the strange woman standing in front of her in a maid outfit offering her water. Despite the fact that she didn’t know me, she took the offering of water and gulped some greedily down.

When she stopped she looked back at me and said, “Um, not that I don’t appreciate the water, but I have a boyfriend. I don’t usually go home with girls, and never when I’m in a relationship. Did I get drugged? I mean, I dance at a strip club and all, but I’m not all nympho and stuff like everyone assumes.”

“There were no drugs involved last night, but I’d say something got into you. And believe me, you and I made love. My pussy is as sore as yours is, and I’m airing out my bedroom right now.” I replied.

“I don’t know how I get myself into these situations. My boyfriend is going to hate me for this. It seems like almost once a month I just go crazy and wake up not knowing how I got somewhere or what I did.” She said to me.

“He doesn’t have to know.” I assured her. “Just rest up a bit, and when you are feeling better, We’ll get you dressed up, and I’ll bring you home. You can tell him I’m an old friend from high school or something, and we wanted to catch up, had a bit too much to drink and both passed out at my place. I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

She gave me a bit of a look, but then thanked me and I headed back to the kitchen to finish the few dishes we had. Alyssa stayed on the couch for a while, and I went back once to check on her, and she assured me she was almost ready to get up. I told her it was no big deal, and she could stay as long as she wanted, and headed back to the kitchen to finish up. I suddenly heard the bathroom sink running for a bit, and then shut off, and shortly there after she came out with a freshly washed face. While she still looked a bit rough, she looked one hundred times better then when she was lying on the couch.

I smiled at her and she smiled weakly back at me. “Where are my clothes?” She asked.

I pointed to the jeans and the belt on the couch next to where she woke up.

“That’s all? A bra that I’m wearing and some jeans?” She asked skeptically.

“You have some shoes around here somewhere, I think they may be in the bedroom. I’ll go look.” I said as I headed to find them.

Brian. Get the poor girl a shirt from my closet for pete’s sake.

I looked around on the floor and found where Burt had kicked off the strappy little platform heels. I grabbed them and a tee shirt from Valerie’s dresser and brought them back out to Alyssa.

“Thank you,” she said somberly as I handed them to her, “I can catch a cab back, it’s no trouble. Where is my purse?”

“Actually, I didn’t see you leave the club last night with your purse, so it may still be there. I can give you a ride, really. Just let me throw on some normal clothes.” I replied.

Oh thank god. I half thought you were going to head out in this.

‘Oh you got off light. Calm down.’ I replied to her mentally.

I stripped out of the little maid outfit and tossed on a pair of Valerie’s jeans and grabbed another tee shirt, and the tiny black purse with my ID in it before heading back out to the living room.

“Ok, are you ready?” I asked. Alyssa nodded in response.

We headed down to the car and then we were off to Alyssa’s place. She was silent on the way home other than telling me the directions to her apartment. When we were almost there she turned and said to me, “Look, ah…”

“Valerie,” I told her.

“Ok, Valerie. It’s not that I don’t like you, I’m just mainly into guys. I only seem to go lessie when I have way too much to drink. I mean, I think you are a very cute girl, It’s just I can’t have you calling me or anything, my boyfriend is really possessive, and…”

I cut her off and said, “Alyssa, I have a boyfriend too. And while he doesn’t mind sharing me with other girls, he keeps me pretty satisfied. You don’t have to worry about me breaking up your happy relationship.”

I heard her sigh in relief and say “thank you” under her breath.

We pulled up to her apartment and she was about to get out of the car when she suddenly turned back and looked at me.

“I don’t have my keys. I hope someone is there.”

I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen out of Valerie’s purse and scribbled her cell number down on it, and handed it to her.

“I’ve got some shopping to do in the area, so if you can’t get in give me a call at this number, and I’ll swing back around and pick you up. Maybe we can do lunch or something.” I told her.

She suddenly leaned into the car and hugged me. She then hopped out of my car and practically ran to the door, and I saw her press the page button and wait for a second before hearing a buzzing sound, and grabbing the door to open it and disappearing inside it.

Strange girl. I heard Valerie say in my mind.

‘You have a guy running around in your body, and you are ok with it. Are you sure you really want to point out who is strange and who is normal.’ I asked her back.

Good point. She replied, before continuing, so what are we shopping for?

‘Batteries. I used the ones in your vibrator all up on Burt last night.’ I replied.

Wow. No wonder both Alyssa and I are so sore.

The rest of the trip home was pretty uneventful. We stopped off for some batteries, and we picked up another movie from the rental store that Valerie wanted to see. I dismounted her when we got back to her place. While she was waking up I replaced the batteries in the vibrator and started making some late lunch. We ate while we watched the movie and cuddled on the couch for a bit.

“So where are you staying now?” Valerie suddenly asked.

“Um, I’ve got a room at the inn out on 54th and Redmound.” I replied.

“Brian, you’re staying at a hotel? Why don’t you just move in with me?” She asked.

“I’m not certain I’m ready. Plus, I sort of put in my notice at work, so it’s not like I can help with rent. I also want to have some fun being a body hopper for a while. I don’t really want to commit to anything right now.” I told her honestly.

“Well, it’s not like I need help with the rent. You could stay here, and still head out when you want to. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to stay here, I’m just offering you a place to crash, a body you are always welcome to, and somewhere to put your stuff. Just give me a call once a week or maybe every other, and let me know what you are up to so that I know if I should get groceries for two for the week or weekend.” She said to me.

I gave her a long look and then said, “So you don’t care if I jump in some girl and go running around, and come back whenever. Or jump in you and go run around?” I said in a questioning tone.

“Brian, I get that you are not ready to be in a relationship. Especially after that Courtney thing, and even more so when you found out about, well, your ability. But that’s fine. A causal thing is better than being lonely all the time. And you are fun, and a good guy. Plus, it is pretty much the excitement I was looking for in my life. You have fun with whoever you want. I’m okay with it. Just don’t forget about me. Or turn me into a complete tramp.” She said with a smile.

“Okay, Deal.” I replied back.

After a while we moved most of my stuff in from my car, and put it most of the boxes in closets and some more essential stuff in Valerie’s bedroom. By this time Valerie was pretty worn out from not sleeping much and all the exertion I had put her body through the previous night and morning, so she changed into a small nightie and headed to bed.

I stayed up, watched TV a little bit, and thought about how I was going to spend my next few days.

Chapter 9 - The Reunion

This is the ninth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

The taxi dropped me off at 1783 Hickory Street. It was pretty much right downtown. As I walked up under the buzzing neon sign and in the outer door the largest man I have ever seen in my life got up off a small stool and took one step and was standing in front of me. He looked me up and down slowly, and then said one thing. “ID”

I reached into Valerie’s small purse to pull out her driver’s license and handed it to the large man. He looked at it, looked back to me, and then handed it back as he pushed open the inner door for me.

As I walked through the first thing that hit me was the scent of stale cigars. The next was the smoke from an unknown amount of cigarettes and the previously mentioned cigars. There was a bar along the wall to my left, and to my right was a long elevated walkway with two poles and chairs set around the outside.

A strip club? A dive strip club? Valerie asked in the back of my mind.

‘The building may not look like much, but they have some of the hottest girls around working here.’ I replied back to her, ‘Plus it’s never overcrowded in this place.’

A few guys turned to look from the girl dancing on stage to me as I started to walk to the bar. I leaned up against it, and the bartender put down a glass he had been cleaning and headed over to me.

“Whadd’ll it be honey?” He asked.

“Um… Captain and diet and change for a fifty.” I replied as I dug some money out of Valerie’s purse and set it on the bar.

After I got my supplies I headed over to an empty chair by the stage and set my drink down on one side of me and my stack of ones down on the other side. The girl on stage was already out of clothes and making her way around the outer side of the stage dancing for the few men that were there. As she made her way to me I caught her making long side glances. When she finally did make it to me she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved my face in her tits and started to shake them violently. I smelled her perspiration and cheap perfume. As she let go of my head I took a handful of ones put them side ways in my mouth and offered them up to her. She leaned down to also grab them with her mouth, which put our lips very close together. I heard cheers from a few of the more drunken men around the stage. I winked at her, and she pulled back, taking the ones with her and continuing around to the rest of the men further down.

Wow. What the hell was that? She just beat me up with her chest. I heard Valerie say.

‘Awesome, that’s what that was. You mean to tell me you are bisexual, and that is the first time you have ever been motor-boated? If you would have let me know that I would have done it with Katie’s body.’ I replied to her mentally.

Motor-boated? Is that what they call getting beat up by breasts? And men like this? I suppose, why not, men are into all sorts of strange things.

While Valerie and I were chatting back and forth in my mind the next girl came out on stage. The DJ introduced her and started her set of music. She was long haired blonde with a knock out figure in a leopard print outfit. She walked out and started her routine facing the other side of the walkway, presumably because there were more men there, but something about her caught my eye. Valerie was still prattling on about the strange things that men like in women until I said out loud, “No fucking way.”

What’s up Brian? Do you know that girl or something? Valerie stopped with the idle chatter and asked me.

‘I don’t know the girl, but either the smoke is playing tricks on my eyes, or…’ and just as I mentally told Valerie that, the girl on stage did a little spin in front of a guy to show off more of her body, and in that split second I saw Burt’s unforgettable mug on the stripper.

‘It’s Burt!’ I exclaimed mentally to Valerie.

Burt? She replied.

‘Burt, the body hopper that was in Courtney.’ I replied back to her.

Oh really!

I watched as Burt danced around the stage floor, occasionally using one of the poles like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. The tight leopard outfit was quickly discarded piece by piece and tossed about on stage as he worked his way around putting his borrowed body on display for the drooling men.

As he rounded the edge of the stage floor, he looked to his side and finally through the smoke saw me. I looked at him, raised an eyebrow and held up a fist full of ones. He started to laugh hard enough to miss a few steps in his routine, and almost missed the pole as he tried to swing around it.

When he had finally worked his way in front of me he got down on all fours and leaned over the edge of the stage to whisper right in my ear, “Hey kid, good to see you! Nice mount bucko! I’m glad to see you out and about!”

Instead of replying to him, I instead took a one dollar bill, rolled it up, and put it in my mouth, holding onto it with my teeth. I then rotated my body around, and leaned back on stage with the bill pointing straight up out of my mouth. Burt knew what I was after, and got up on his platform shoed feet, and looked down at my face. He took two small steps forward so he had a foot by either one of my ears, and then squatted down until his pussy was just about touching my nose. The lips of his vagina went around the bill, and I could smell his arousal as he clasped the bill tightly with his twat and slowly stood back up. I heard cheers coming from the other men around the stage again.

Wow. I’m not certain what just happened there, but to be honest, I really liked it. I head Valerie comment.

I sat back down on my chair tossed a pile of ones forward and winked at Burt. He smiled back while running his hands up through his hair, above his head, and then back down his entire body before scooping up the ones in his dainty little hands and moving onto the next guy down the way.

I sat back, took a long drink, and then heard Valerie say, there is another man in that girl? I’d never know it if you didn’t tell me. He moves exactly like a woman. And from that little stunt just now he obviously has pretty good control of her equipment.

‘Oh he knows what he’s doing alright. I’ve experienced it first hand.’ I replied back to her.

As Burt finished up and was about to walk off the stage I stood up, grabbing my money and drink and started over to the stairs coming off the stage.

“Hey, lady, I want a lap dance.” I called out.

“forty bucks.” He struck a pose, and responded while looking at me and twirling a few strands of long blonde hair around one of his fingers.

I quickly gave Burt whatever I had in my hand and then dug the rest out of Valerie’s purse. Burt grabbed me by the hand and led me over to a sectioned off area of the club with a few smaller rooms that had chairs in them. He pushed me down onto the chair in one of the rooms, spilling my drink in the process.

He wasted no time walking up to me and putting his hands on my shoulders and starting to sway back and forth making his tits shake almost as much as his hips were moving back and forth. He then pressed up against me and slid all the way down my body slowly until his head was sitting in my lap. He shoved my legs apart, exposing my tiny black thong, and I saw him lean forward and then felt him start to gently lick at my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties. I gasped out loud and I felt Valerie moan in the back of my mind. It didn’t last long, though, and he quickly stood up spun around and ground his hot, tight little ass against my lap. He moved it up and down on my tummy and thighs before spinning around again to gently lean in and kiss the small of my neck gently and then whisper in my ear, “It’ll be another fifty bucks if you want me to keep going.”

Pay the man. I heard Valerie’s voice say full of lust in the back of my mind.

“How much for the night?” I asked playfully.

I saw Burt’s brows crease in thought and he put a finger to his chin in mock thought.

“For you, just because we have history, I’ll let you take me over to the bar, and feed me drinks for a bit, and if you play your cards right, you can take me home for free.” He replied.

“Deal,” I said back, and gently pushed him off me so that I could stand up.

“That was my last dance set, let me grab some clothes, I’ll meet you by the bar.” He said as he started to walk towards a door marked ‘Employee’s only.’

I walked over to the bar, sat down at a spot a bit away from the other patrons so that Burt and I would be able to have a conversation without anyone listening in. The bartender wandered over and I asked him for two beers, one lite, and the other that I remembered Burt ordering the last time.

He no sooner grabbed two bottles and returned with them then Burt showed back up. I turned to look at his ‘clothes.’ He had just put on a 2” wide black belt which was slung across his hips at an angle and had kept his platform heeled shoes on. Other than that his mount was every bit as naked as the day she was born.

“Nice outfit.” I said to him dryly.

“Work your strengths my boy, Work your strengths.” He replied with a gleam in his eye.

He reached up on the bar and grabbed the beer I had ordered him. He squatted slightly to make enough room to rub the opening of the cold bottle up and down his moist pussy lips a time or two, and then brought it up to his lips and proceeded to down the entire beer.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” He said as he slammed the bottle back on the bar, then made a bit of a grimace and let out a belch.

Ok, yup. That’s a guy in there. I see it now. I heard Valerie say in my mind.

I motioned for the bartender to bring Burt another beer. He nodded and headed over to take care of the order. Burt grabbed the beer from him and once again flavored the top of the bottle with his mounts pussy, but this time didn’t slam it down. Instead he sat down on the stool next to me and asked, “So, Brian, what the hell have you been up too?”

“Oh, a little of this, a little of that. I spent a bit of time in Courtney getting her fucked by anything that moved. I went and picked up a hooters waitress by the name of Angie for a couple days and had fun with her and my best friend.” I said.

“Oh nice kid! Those little outfits are great aren’t they? I love the nylons.” He replied with a chuckle as he took another long drink of his beer.

“Oh, I was in an office intern by the name of Katie for a bit.” I said.

“Did you get her plowed by the boss? Right on his desk? That is a good time Brian. You have to try that if you didn’t. There is nothing better than office sex during a hard day of hopping.” He said as he looked over my head and into the distance, obviously remembering a particularly good memory.

“And I hopped Valerie here. I really enjoy her.” I said to him as I hopped off my bar stool and did a bit of a spin for him.

“Nice kid. One of Courtney’s friends right? I think I remember her. I was actually thinking about heading to her apartment after I left your place.” He said.

Eek! I heard out of Valerie in my head.

“Yeah, too bad, you missed out. I’ve got her now.” I replied and reached down to lightly caress Valerie’s breasts.

“We could always swap if you want.” Burt replied.

“No, I’m pretty happy with my mount, Don’t you like yours?” I asked.

Oh thank you thank you thank you!

“Oh she’s a blast kid. Alyssa here is one of my favorite mounts. I seem to wind up spending at least a weekend in her a month.” He said to me with a toothy grin and ran his hand down his chest between his legs and I could see him dip a finger into his wet pussy before bringing it out and sucking on his finger.

At that point I finished my beer and held my hand up for another one. The bartender headed down with two, one for me and another for Burt, who quickly downed the rest of his beer, set his empty down and grabbed the new bottle.

We clanked our bottles together, and both tipped them back at the same time. I brought my bottle back down, but Burt continued to drink until about half of his beer was gone. He finally set the bottle back on the bar, looked over at me, and blinked a few times.

“Kid, we should be heading out. I had a couple before my performance, and these one hundred and twenty pound blondes just can’t drink like I’m use to drinking.” Burt said to me.

“My place or yours?” I asked.

“My alter ego here has a roommate and a boyfriend.” Burt replied.

“My place it is. I’ll grab a cab, you get some clothes.” I replied.

“Spoilsport.” He replied as he walked while stumbling a bit on his tall shoes towards the dressing room.

He’s coming back to my place? Oh what did I get myself into?

I paid the bar bill and headed out front to flag down a taxi. By the time I found one Burt had stumbled his way out of the club and was leaning on me. He had found the world’s tightest pair of jeans and a dark black bra and the belt that he was wearing before loosely hanging around his tapered waist again. He also seemed to refuse to take off the platform shoes with the 5 or 6 inch heel, despite struggling to walk in them with the alcohol he had already drank.

I practically poured him into the taxi before we were off to Valerie’s apartment. The beer that he had chugged down seemed to all be hitting him at once. As we got back to Valerie’s place I started up the stairs and looked back to see if Burt needed a hand, but he seemed to be pulling it together, and was right behind me.

I opened the door, let Burt in, closed it behind us, locked it, and turned around to find Burt already stepping out of his jeans with the bra on the floor. I laughed, dropped the purse, and pulled Valerie’s little black dress over my head.

“Oh pastes!” Burt exclaimed as he saw my stick on bras.

I grabbed his hand and led him to Valerie’s bedroom where we both jumped onto the bed and wasted no time frisking each other. Burt pulled my thong off my soaking little crotch and it actually made a slurping sound coming off my skin I was so wet. I began to kiss Burt’s breasts and lick at his nipples which made him moan in pleasure. He in turn reached to grope my breasts and fondle them through the stick on bra. Just as I was starting to enjoy his hands on my chest he grabbed the edges of the stick-on cups of the bra and yanked hard.

I yelped in pain and I felt Valerie scream in my mind as he ripped the bra off me.

“A little bit of pain will make this feel all that much better.” He said as he pushed me back on the bed and dove into my crotch face first.

I looked down past my aching breasts to see his face buried in my pussy. He started to lick and it felt so good I had to lay my head back down on the bed. The next thing I new he was working my clit with his tongue and fingering me. I writhed on the bed like a snake as he expertly attacked my pussy. I can only assume he picked up all of these tricks while in the time spent in women’s bodies, but however he did it, I had never felt such feelings. I moaned and bucked, and pulled at my hair. At one point I clasped my thighs around his head so tight I may have hurt him, but he kept going. Valerie was along for the ride and screamed in pleasure in my mind pretty much the entire time. Every time I would get the edge of an orgasm Burt would do something to keep me right on the edge for an eternity before I finally plunged over it. And before I was done seeing stars and moons from that orgasm he had me built up to another one. It went on that way until I finally couldn’t take anymore and grabbed the far edge of the bed to claw my way away from him. I toppled over the side of the bed and laid there in post-orgasmic bliss on the carpet.

I was panting like someone that had just run from one edge of the world to the other one while their worst fear chased them the entire way. The next thing I knew Burt’s face leaned over the side with long blonde hair cascading down all around it. He just looked down at me for a while, while resting his head in his petite hands.

“How was that kid?” He asked.

“I’ve never… cum that… hard… you have… got to… teach me… how to… do that…” I replied in between panting. Valerie had long since passed out as I felt around in the back of my mind.

“Get a bit more practice in with one of these babies,” He reached down to pat my pussy gently, “and then I’ll show you the ropes.”

I didn’t even know how many orgasms I had. They all ran together and came so hard they were indistinguishable from one another. I tried to climb back onto the bed, but after sitting up my legs were as wobbly as jello. They just refused to support my weight. I clawed at the bedding and pulled myself back up next to Burt on the bed, but laid the opposite way. I reached above my head to the nightstand on the side of the bed and dug out the trusty little vibrator out of the top drawer.

I clicked it on, turned it up, and leaned over to start playing with it in Burt’s pussy. He cooed appreciatively, and spread his legs. I rolled over on top of him and took turns using the vibrator and my tongue in his pussy while using whatever wasn’t in his pussy around on his thighs, tummy, and outer pussy lips. He started to finger me again, and I began to buck my hips in rhythm with his finger fucking. We stayed at it for a long time. I could count these orgasms, but it was useless to count them we got up so high in numbers. Finally the vibrator batteries started to give out.

I tossed the toy aside and dove into the nightstand again to pull out the dildo hiding in there and thrust it into Burt. He squirmed under me as he felt the sudden fullness of a large rubbery cock thrust into him. I began to move it back and forth faster and faster, and then slowed the tempo back down again before speeding back up. As I continued this way for a few cycles I could feel him begin to try and thrust his hips down on the cock in my hand to get his much desired release, but every time he tried I would pull the dildo completely out before waiting a second and slamming it all the way back into his pussy. Eventually he began to call out unintelligible words and I knew that he was finally in the same place I was before my dive off the bed. I worked the dildo up to a feverish pace, slamming it into him all the way with as much force as I could without hurting either one of us. I felt him release and he actually sprayed feminine ejaculate hard enough that ricocheted off the dildo and my hand and coated my face and neck. I blinked to get it out of my eyes, but kept the pace up with the dildo. I suddenly felt him bite down HARD into my inner thigh as he grunted and screamed into my leg. I tried to keep the fucking up as long as I could, but eventually I just ran out of steam, and had to stop.

I rolled over exhausted. I had let go of the dildo, but it was still buried to the hilt in Burt’s little pussy. He wasn’t talking or moving. He was just lying there breathing as hard as I was. As I came down off my high from the latest round of sexual exploits, I noticed there was light coming through the windows.

I felt my eye lids flutter closed.

Chapter 8 - Out on the Town with Valerie

This is the eighth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I looked over at Valerie, her hair was messed up and there was a thin gloss of sweat on her face from our round of ‘desert’ love making. I still thought she looked like the most beautiful woman in the world. She smiled at me, and playfully reached over her exhausted body to caress my left breast and nipple.

“What do you want to do now lover?” She asked me.

“I really should let Katie get back to her life. She did have some family stuff going on this weekend, and her boyfriend is going to be wondering why she blew him off tonight.” I replied as I sat up and began looking around to try and spot some of my mount’s clothing in the pile on the floor.

“And after that…” her voice trailed off as she also sat up.

“I was hoping that I could possibly stop back over?” I said questioningly.

“I’d like that.” She replied.

“Super. I’ll pick up a movie, any you want to see?” I asked.

“Invasion of the body snatchers,” She responded.

“Ha. Funny. You’re such a funny girl.” I replied to her.

With that I got up, and started to put on my clothes. I found Katie’s missing thong and bra by the bed, and headed out to the living room to get the rest of her clothes. Her nylons were a pain to get back on, but I was getting use to putting on clothes that were a pain. I stepped into her skirt and brought it up around her waist. I followed that with the sweater over her head, pulling her hair out of the back, and adjusting it. I didn’t realize what a pain long hair was until now, but it sure looked good. The saying beauty is pain came floating up from Katie’s subconscious mind. I finally stepped into her shoes, gave Valerie a peck on the cheek, and was off.

I drove back to the parking garage at work. I found a dark corner, put Katie’s little convertible in park, and started to dismount her. I reformed into myself on the passenger side, on top of a pile of my old clothes. I quickly tried to get dress, but was slowed a bit by the cramped quarters. I soon had everything on except my shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up yet. I thought I heard Katie start to move, and decided that I could button the shirt up somewhere else. I opened the door, got out, locked the door back up, and closed it. I then walked to a large concrete column about 50 feet away and hid behind it. I waited for about ten more minutes before I saw movement in Katie’s car. She leaned forward and put a hand to her forehead. She shook her head twice, and grabbed the steering wheel. When she looked down at the clock on the dash of her car I think she freaked out a bit, but quickly regained her composure. I saw her dig out her cell phone and start dialing before she started her car and backed out of the parking stall. As she put it in drive I ducted back behind the column so she would not see me as she drove by. I didn’t feel I needed to give her the creeps more than I already had. I wondered if she would wonder about the tastes in her mouth and smiled as I headed off to my car now confident that Katie came to and headed off just fine.

I jumped in my car, and headed to a small video store I know of. I grabbed an action movie, a complete chick flick, a comedy, and a horror movie that way I would have all the bases covered. Upon showing back up at Valerie’s apartment she quickly let me in, and we were on the couch with her head resting on my real shoulder in no time. We only got about half way through the movie before she started to slide her hands under the waistband of my pants, and massage my quickly stiffening dick.

I eventually had enough, grabbed the remote, shut off the TV, and scooped her up and carried her to bed. I half tossed, half set her down on the bed as she squealed a bit. I quickly got out of my clothes, and laid down on top her and began kissing her chest. I lovingly started licking her nipples, and kissing down to her navel before she grabbed my hair and lightly pulled on my head to get me back face to face.

“I need you. I need you now.” She said.

I lined myself up with her pussy, and she tilted her hips a bit, and I pushed all the way into her in one stroke. She let out a low moan as I made it wiggle a bit inside her while kissing her neck. I began to slowly work back and forth in her, increasing my rhythm with her moans and sighs until I felt her release and dig her nails hard into my back. I yelped in pain as she got more skin under her nails. She laughed a bit and playfully bit at one of my ears as I started back up in my rhythm. Twice more I sent her over the edge of pleasure before I too came. I felt myself shrinking inside her, and eventually pulled out, and rolled over to the side of her bed. She leaned over to kiss me, then got up and headed to the bathroom, obviously to clean up a bit.

I was out cold before she came back.

I woke up the next morning and felt one of Valerie’s arms draped across my chest. I laid there for a short while as I slowly woke all the way up. I smiled and began concentrating on wanting to be Valerie again. I looked down and began to see my body change into the now familiar liquid state as it started go into her arm which was lying on my chest. The flow began to quicken and soon I was engulfing her entire body, entering from all of her skin, her mouth and nose, and also her pussy. I quickly felt her athletic and shapely body become my own. I felt her hair, now mine around my neck, and the weight of her chest became my chest. I sat up slowly inwardly spoke to her sleeping mind, ‘Hey. Hey sleepyhead. It’s time to get up.’ It took a few more times to gently prod her mind awake. I felt a startled jerk go through her body.

What the hell. Oh. Brian. Wow. Waking up when you are already sitting up is a bit odd. Sorry.

‘It’s ok. I maybe should have let you sleep a bit more.’ I replied to her in my head.

No, it’s fine. What’s up?

‘I was just going to take a shower, and figured you could walk me through it.’ I replied, ‘And was wondering what you wanted to do today.’

The shower sounds great. I need one badly. As far as plans, I was just going to clean my apartment.

With that I got up and headed to Valerie’s shower. I adjusted the water temperature until it was just right, and then got in.

Oh! Brian, that’s too hot! I heard her complain.

‘I like it. I think a hot shower relieves tension.’ I replied back.

I started with her shampoo and then conditioner that I remembered her using the last time I rode along in her body. I then used the little tube of face stuff and applied it per her directions and then listened to her complain again about the temperature as I leaned into the stream of water to wash the stuff off.

I grabbed her soap and her lufa to start washing my new body off, but as soon as I got to the breasts it turned into a bit of a masturbation session in the shower. I dropped her lufa and began to play with my breasts with my left hand, and stroke my pussy with my right. As the petting increased, we both had a wonderful orgasm right there in the shower. I leaned down to get the lufa and continue with the shower. I finished lathering up my body, and washed it off, and she showed me how to “clean up” a pussy after a night of love making. Finally I grabbed her razor and a can of shaving cream she had in the shower. I lathered up my arm pits and gave them a quick shave, then moved down to my legs. When I was finished with that, I looked down to the little landing strip Valerie left above her pussy and the stubble starting to show around there. I lathered my borrowed crotch up and somehow resisted the urge to start fingering my pussy again. I began to gingerly shave the stubble off until it was just the little patch of black hair above my lips. I then got a bit of a grin on my face.

Don’t you do it Brian. Don’t you dare. I don’t want to be bald.

I took just a little bit off the topside.

Brian!

I smiled and put the razor down.

I then stepped outside the shower and grabbed a towel. I dried off my dripping body and headed into her bedroom to pick out something to wear.

I went through her underwear drawer until I found a pair of lacey white boy shorts and then grabbed a lacey white bra to go with it. I pulled the panties up until they were snuggly gripping my pussy and I felt them lift just a bit on my butt cheeks. The bra I leaned forward into, then reached behind me to snap it closed, using Valerie’s memory as a guide along with her flexible body, I did it like a pro. I then grabbed a pair of fishnet stockings and pulled them on. After that I went into her closet to grab a French maid dress I saw in there. I pulled it on, and got my arms through the holes. I felt the hem of the dress barely making it to the bottom of my round little ass. As I walked I could feel it moving around the very tops of my legs. The top of the fishnet leggings could also be seen. I then grabbed a pair of 4” spiked black heels, and stepped into them. I then relaxed and gave her control of her own body again.

‘You should probably do your own hair.’ I told her mentally.

That’s probably for the best. I heard her reply.

I felt the dress move around my legs again as she walked us to the bathroom and wiped off the mirror to see he reflection. She picked up a brush, and then paused briefly as she looked at the image of my face on her body that was reflected back.

I can’t wait to put make up on you. I heard her say with a mental giggle.

She styled her hair the way she usually does it, and then applied make up. It was so weird I almost had her stop, but I knew to the rest of the world, it was just Valerie with make up, and that was normal, so I went along with it.

After she was done in the bathroom, she started to go about the small apartment tidying up and cleaning. I just loved the sensation of the little dress swishing around her upper thighs, or the lacey little panties moving ever so slightly on her as she would bend over to pick something up, or lean against something. She washed, dusted, vacuumed, and put away all around her apartment, and before we both knew it we were heading into the afternoon.

I felt her stomach rumble. ‘Oh oh. Time for food. I’m thinking order something.’

Delivery. Definitely delivery. I know this great little Thai place that delivers.

‘You are no fun.’ I replied to her. ‘Thai sounds fine.’

She trotted over to the phone, dial a number and placed an order which the man on the phone promised would be delivered in 20 minutes. She hung up the phone, and I took control again. I walked back into the bedroom to grab my wallet and take some cash out of it.

I can pay for it. I heard her say in the back of my head.

‘Actually, you can’t pay for it. I’m in control.’ I replied, and stuffed the bills in her right bra cup.

With that I felt a few tugs on various muscles, which I can only assume was her trying to move her body, or make it respond to her commands.

Dammit. Your right. It is amazing how much stronger you are at controlling me. I heard her say.

With that, I spun back around and headed for the TV. I threw in the action movie in, and started to watch it. Before we got to any explosions or gunfights there was a knock at the door.

Brian, my robe is on the back of the door in the bedroom. Brian. Brian where are you going!

‘To get the door, silly.’ I replied in my head.

No, Brian! I’m in a maid outfit.

‘Yup.’ Was all I replied as I grabbed the door handle to Valerie’s apartment. I opened the door to see a high school aged boy looking down at a bag of food.

“You ordered a number six with…” His voice trailed off as he looked up and saw me standing there in Valerie’s tiny maid outfit. I had a hip cocked to the side and my chest pressed out to maximum effect. Valerie was having a conniption fit about it in the back of my mind, but I ignored her.

“I’ll take whatever you give me tiger.” I said in a low seductive voice back to the delivery boy.

He gulped audibly, and then extended the bag of food on shaking arms. I grabbed the bag, set it down inside the door, then grabbed the edge of the edge of the dress where it covered Valerie’s right breast and pulled it back until the edge of her nipple was showing. I grabbed the money out of her bra cup and handed it to the young man. He managed to drop it, but I quickly stopped him and bent at the waist to grab it off the floor. He was still in front of me, so all he got was a good shot down the front of my dress between my breasts. But it was more then enough to make him happy. I handed the money to him a second time and smiled sweetly.

“Thank you so much!” I said and did a little hop to make my chest shake, “You can keep the change.”

“No, lady, thank you. Any time you need anything from the flying wok you just tell them to send Andy, and I’ll have it here in 5 minutes. I Promise.” He replied as he blinked and looked me up and down again.

I smiled, leaned a bit to my left side and did that little hand wave that girls sometimes do when they are trying to be cute as I closed the door. I then scooped up the bag of food, and headed for the couch to eat in front of the TV.

Well, I hope you had fun! That was SO EMBARASSING. That boy is probably going to be telling all his friends about this now. I heard Valerie whine.

‘He might even beat off to that mental image tonight.’ I replied back.

Arrrrrgh!

I unpacked the food, gave Valerie back control so she could add sauces or spices as she saw fit, and then we sat watching the movie and eating for one.

When the movie was over I took control back, and walked her to her bedroom and laid back on her bed, leaving the maid outfit on. I reached over to her night stand and got the vibrator out again. I pulled the boy short panties down to mid thigh, and began playing with my pussy. I counted three orgasms until Valerie asked me to stop and then three more until she passed out. I had another four before I shut the vibrator and rolled over for a lovely afternoon nap myself.

I woke up to the feeling of a leg between my breasts. It was my leg, and I was doing the splits. Valerie had woken up before me and started to do some yoga.

“Wow. This is the first time I ever have ever done the splits.” I said out loud. It must have freaked Valerie out because she shuddered a bit, and blinked a few times.

“Oh, Brian. I see you’re awake.” She replied out loud back to me. “I wasn’t certain if you were still in me and asleep, or if you had gotten out and left.”

“Yeah, I’m still here. It’s weird having a conversation with just one mouth.” I teased her.

She giggled and nodded, and continued to go through her yoga maneuvers.

So what do you want to do tonight? I heard her ask in the back of my mind.

‘I figured we would get dressed up, hit the clubs, and maybe find a group of guys that wanted to have a train with you.’ I replied back in my head.

I was a long moment before I got a mental reply back, I’d rather not be made into a complete slut, but I guess you are driving. I was hoping this would kind of stay special for us.

‘Yeah, I was kidding about the train part. I’ll have to work on my sarcasm when I reply back in my mind.’ I said back to her mentally before continuing, ‘I would like to get dressed up and head out, though. Besides, we may run into an opportunity we can’t pass up.”

Yeah, that does sound like fun. She replied back, would you mind if I got ready without you so it’s a surprise for what I’m wearing?

So after the yoga I hopped out of her body to let her take another shower to clean up from the masturbation session we had earlier and get ready. I was watching TV naked on her couch while she got herself ready. I mean, why put on clothes when I was just going to head out in Valerie’s in a little bit, right? About an hour later she was finally ready, and when she stepped out she looked like a million dollars.

She had 4 inch closed toed black heels with a strap wrapping around her ankle on to match the small black dress she was wearing. The dress however, looked like someone had taken black oil and poured it on her. Two thin straps went over her shoulders, and scooped down to just above her breasts. It was form fitting as it hugged her curves heading down from there, and ended scandalously high on her legs. It also left almost all of her back right exposed to the point where if the dress would shift up or down a little bit, you would have butt cheek exposed one way or another. She had a pair of dark nylons over her legs, and a tiny black purse over one shoulder. Her hair was brushed with a side part, but it done up in tight curls, so that it barely made it below her jaw line. She had put on just enough make up so that you knew she was wearing a bit, but it actually looked very natural.

I let out a low whistle and she smiled at me.

“Wow.” I said as she came and sat next to me on the couch.

“You really think so?” She replied, “It’s just the little black dress.”

“Yes. I cannot wait to get out there looking like that.” I replied.

She stuck her tongue out at me for the briefest of seconds, and then leaned in for a kiss. I obliged her, and wrapped my arms around her, one stroking her bare back, and the other one slowly working its way up the back of her neck and holding her head so that our lips stayed in contact. Our mouths parted and I felt her tongue press into my mouth for a moment and touching mine before pulling back into her mouth. Instead of just putting my tongue in her mouth to return the favor, I began to hop her.

I could feel myself become that gooey form and start entering her. She knew what I was up to and offered no resistance. I actually think she opened her mouth wider to accommodate me better. Soon enough I was looking down at that hot little black dress on me. I felt her curled locks of hair bounce vibrantly around my thin neck, and felt my feet pressed up into the heels. I also felt the bra that was little more than taped onto her breasts, and also felt the tiny thong she had picked out for tonight.

I stood up, gently tossed my head to the side once, and ran her thin fingers through her hair to get it a bit out of my face, and then woke up her sleeping mind once more, and we were off.

I headed for a club that I knew of down town that Courtney had often talked of as being very exclusive, and only let the richest guys and the hottest girls in. I had found a cab as I wasn’t certain if either one of us would be in shape to drive by the end of the night. Being a Saturday night it was extra packed, and there was a line down the front of the building around the side. As I stepped out of the cab I remembered trying to meet up with Courtney one time while she was here, but after waiting for over two hours in line I gave up and went home. This time I just adjusted my purse, walked up to the front of the line, smiled at the bouncer, and then glanced at the door.

He smiled at me, looked me up and down, and then reached forward to unhook the barricade. As I stepped in by him, I leaned up against him and whispered a thank you in his ear while making sure that my breasts where pressed against his chest. I stepped back as he reached around me with his big bear arms to hug me.

“Have you seen Court in the past few days?” he asked.

“Um, yeah, she had a bit of a breakdown I heard. But if you want any rough sex, I’m sure she’d be up for it. She mentioned your name the last time I saw her.” I lied to the bouncer I now remembered as the guy that my ex was cheating on me with. He must have recognized Valerie as her best friend.

“Really?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, she talked about leaving her loser boyfriend to hook up with you all the time. Come in and say hi later, and I’ll tell you all the ins to get her.” I replied.

“Yeah, I’ll have to do that. Thanks Val.” He said before holding the door open for me.

Loser boyfriend? That’s you isn’t it? And you want to help him get Courtney? I’m confused. I heard Valerie’s voice in the back of my mind.

‘Well, you see, I have it on good authority from my hopper friend that this guy is pretty rough with Courtney when they hook up. I can help her out with that.’ I replied in my head.

Brian, you are almost evil.

With that I headed in and as I did I heard a chorus of people hollering that they had been waiting forever while I got to walk right in, and I gave them a little wave as I headed through the door. I might have been enjoying this a bit too much. Valerie told me in the back of my mind that I was in fact enjoying it a bit too much.

The inside of the club was loud, and dark, despite there being multicolored lights flashing everywhere. I looked around to see girls in almost nothing dancing in cages, and a large pile of people drunkenly swaying together on the dance floor with and even larger pile of people standing around the outside drinking and watching the dance floor, or making small groups on the outside.

I managed to fight my way through the sea of people to the bar and tried to order a drink, but was not having much luck until a man pressed up against my back and whispered, “They aren’t used to pretty girls trying to get there own drinks. Usually drinks are bought for them.”

With that he reached his arm up and yelled for service over the pounding of the music and the others hollering for the bartenders’ attention. The bartender noticed immediately, and headed down. The man behind me ordered a beer for himself and then pointed to me. I was caught a bit unaware, and managed to blurt out the only fruity girlie drink I really knew.

“Sex on the beach.” I said in a slightly questioning tone. He looked at me and I nodded quickly to confirm my shaky order.

The man behind me paid for both our drinks, and when I got mine I turned around and held it up for a toast with him. Our glasses clinked together as he smiled at me as I brought the straw to my lips and started to suck. I got a good look at the man who was trying to impress me. He was late twenties early thirties, dressed very well in a button up with some designer name on it, and black short hair. He had a broad face and chin with a well groomed go-tee.

“What brings you out tonight dressed up like that without a man to buy you drinks?” He asked.

“He couldn’t keep up with me sexually, so I had to let him go. Think you can do any better?” I replied. I tasted the fruity drink and thought it was far too sweet. I suddenly wished I had the beer the man in front of me was holding.

Ick, beer. No thank you. I like what you ordered. I heard Valerie in my head.

The man in front of me took my free hand, and started to head for the dance floor. I did my best to keep the little drink contained as we navigated through the people and out to the edge of the dance floor. When we got to the dance floor the guy that had bought me my drinks grabbed my hips and spun me around so that my back was to his front. He then started to grind against my back, putting his package right in my round little backside. I began to grind with him, and put the one arm that wasn’t trying to hold a drink steady behind me and onto his side to get a better feel on how and when he was moving. We ground on each other for a few songs, and I could feel his pants starting to tent behind me. I sipped on my drink whenever we weren’t moving too much, and eventually it was starting to get empty.

That’s when another guy came up to us, tapped me on the shoulder and held out another drink for me. Not really having experienced this before I took the drink and shot him a questioning look.

“A hottie like you should never be running low,” the man said. Or maybe boy was a better word for it. He must have barely been twenty. He had spikey blonde hair, and a fancy tee shirt with a lot of graphics on it, and I think he was even wearing make up.

Brian don’t drink that. He screams date rape drug. I heard Valerie’s voice of reason call out in the back of my mind.

Just then the man I had been dancing with gently held onto my shoulders and turned me so that he was standing between me and the new boy vying for my affection. They locked eyes on each other and I almost thought there may be a fist fight before they even said two words to each other.

“Piss off boy, the girl is dancing with me.” I heard the older suitor say.

“Why don’t we ask her who she wants to dance with, ‘cause from what I saw you don’t know what you’re doing.” The younger man replied.

Before this could escalate any more I moved between them. “Boys, macho bullshit doesn’t work on me. Both of you have to find someone new now.” I said as I walked away.

‘Wow. What just happened there?’ I asked Valerie mentally.

You must have been dancing the right way. She replied.

‘Or you dressed a bit too hotly.’ I replied back.

Well I’ve never had that happen before. Even with this dress.

I deposited the suspect drink on a banister that lined the dance floor as I walked off and away from the two feuding boys.

Before I could get very far I had another group of men start shouting things at me. “Hey baby! C’mon over here.” “We’ll give you the time of your life.” “It’s my birthday, you wanna be the main even?”

‘Do a lot of men really think that works?’ I asked Valerie as I held up my hands and walked by the group of drunken idiots.

Why do you think even when a guy can climb in my body and make me do things I try to get him to hang out with me Brian? The good ones are few and far between.

I made my way back to the bar, and tried to get another drink, and yet another guy insisted on getting it for me. He flagged the bartender down again, and told him, “Get whatever this sweet little thing right here wants.”

Try a captain and diet this time, it’s not as sweet. Valerie injected into my mind before I ordered.

I told the bartender that, and whipped one up quick and handed it to me before getting the money from the man to my right. I looked to him to say thank you, and caught him staring right down the front of my dress red handed. He started to say something, but I said first, “No biggie, if I didn’t want you to look I wouldn’t put them on display.”

He smiled at me and said, “Well, it’s nice to finally meet a girl with that attitude.” He grabbed my hand with his and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. I thought the whole thing was a bit odd, but once again figured I was not the best judge of odd seeing as I was wandering about a club in a borrowed body.

Brian, he’s married. He’s got the white line on his ring finger.

‘How do you girls notice crap like that so fast?’ I replied back to Valerie mentally.

Sorry, it’s just in our DNA I guess. She replied in my head.

“I’ve got to borrow the little girl’s room. Be right back,” I told my new married friend.

With that I spun on my heeled feet and headed for the back of the club. I made my way along the outside walls, weaving my way through the crowded area. I had just about gotten there when I heard a screech and someone call out Valerie’s name. I knew the voice. I felt arms go around me a bit too tightly.

Oh no.

I spun around to see Courtney standing there with a few of her cronies standing behind her.

“Oh My God! I can’t believe that I ran into you here! I mean you never come out to the clubs unless I call you first! What are you doing here?” She asked in a high pitched scream.

Tell her to piss off Brian. I don’t mind.

“Courtney! I was just going to call you! The bouncer at the door, what’s his name again? Well, when he let me in he was totally talking about how he liked to give it to you up the ass. Do you mind giving me his number? I could sure use some of that!” I replied.

She blinked a few times not really certain what to say. Her friends behind her all started laughing but trying to cover there mouths with there hands, as if it would make it less noticeable. She spun around with a finger pointed out to say something to them and as she did that I also did a one eighty and headed for the exit.

‘Time to go. Three groups of men struck out and with her here this is the last place I want to be.’ I said to Valerie mentally.

I agree. I heard her reply.

I hit the exits and started to flag down a taxi, which pulled up soon enough. They must be looking to start taking drunks home already. I climbed in and told the driver an address. After I said it, he looked back at me through the mirror, and said “Really?”

I nodded and repeated the address before he started to drive.

Brian, where are we going? What’s at that address? I hear Valerie ask.

‘Somewhere I promise we will both have something to look at.’ I replied.

Chapter 7 - The Next Weekend

This is the seventh story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

It had been quite possibly the longest work week in my entire life. I sat at the desk in my tiny cubicle watching the clock absolutely drag past the three thirty mark. For the past week I had once again lived as my boring old self. I had resisted every urge to body hop any of the women that I saw. It was addicting. I thought of Burt’s life. No wonder he couldn’t hold down a job. I thought of Valerie and her amazing body. The orgasms I had shared with her. But more so, I thought of how she had stuck up for me with Courtney.

Courtney had called so much that I had to have her number blocked on my phone. Dave had also called me in the middle of the week asking if I wanted to head back to hooters again. I told him I was not hopping during the week, but that we would do something again soon. He seemed disappointed, but excited all at the same time.

My work was suffering. I just didn’t have the attention span needed to do a decent job. That was why I had walked into Mr. Burgstrom’s office on Thursday afternoon and told him I was putting in my two week notice. I told him that my father’s ailing condition meant I needed to be on a moment’s notice to head out, and I was also having a hard time concentrating on work. He said that he was disappointed to see me go, and that even at half speed I was better than a lot of his other employees. He even offered me more money. A substantial amount more money. When I still declined he told me I would always have a job there. I thanked him, and left his office. But not before noticing from the pictures on his desk that he had one hell of a trophy wife. I decided I would have to eventually stop by and pay her a visit, and thank him properly for being a good boss.

But now it was Friday afternoon. I had scoped out a few places during the week, and was chomping at the bit to get out there and have one hell of a weekend with Valerie like we had discussed. For the short time we had spent together I really seemed to like her. I would have to try not to blow it, and so I wanted to get her something special.

And there my something special was now.

Her name was Katie. She was the new office intern. She was probably a sophomore in college. She had long blonde hair, almost down to her cute little ass. She had a pair of bright blue eyes that screamed innocence, but the tiny little skirts and tight sweaters she wore around the office seemed to contradict that innocence. Today was no exception. She had on a long black skirt that almost touched the floor, and would have if it wasn’t for the four inch stiletto heels that she wore. The skirt was tight around her waist and butt and upper thighs, but the slit in the side started after that, and gave her room to walk and maneuver. Whenever she would sit down the length of the skirt covering her legs would fall to the side or underneath, exposing her delicious tanned and toned legs, encased in nylons. Her shirt was a tight gray wool sweater, and I was fairly certain that something like this shirt on a girl like her was what gave birth to the term “sweater-benders.” It covered her long slim arms, but the collar was cut as to be flipped over the shoulder and expose just the very top bit of her breasts. Her grey bra straps could be seen for the briefest of moments when the sweater would some how work its way down her shoulder before she adjusted it back up again.

I just couldn’t wait any longer.

She was about to walk by my cubicle on her way to delivering something for her department head when I stood up and waved to get her attention. She stopped walking, and looked in at me.

“Is there something I can help you with…” she glanced at the name plate on the cubicle, “Brian?”

“Yeah, Katie, there is. I have to get 200 copies made of this report before I leave today, and I need your help in the copy room to put the covers on them and make sure they collate correctly.” I told her.

She rolled her eyes and said, “Sorry Brian, I’m doing stuff for Mr. Rightson and it can’t wait. You’ll have to get them done on your own. Have fun staying late.”

I blinked a few times, as I didn’t know what to say right away, but then managed to get out, “Okay Katie thanks anyway. I’m going to head over there now, but do you think you could do me one little favor? We are almost out of the covers down here, so can you at least grab a box of covers from the store room and run it down to me?” I asked nicely.

She signed and said fine with a bit of tone and walked off to continue whatever she was doing before I stopped her. I grabbed the report off my desk and headed for the copy room that was in the basement of the building. When I got there I hopped up to sit on the table and started to wait for what I hoped would be my new shell for a bit. After about twenty five minutes as I was starting to wonder if she had blown me off completely when the door to the small room opened, and Katie walked through, struggling with the medium sized box full of plastic report covers. I took them from her and set them down on the table I had just hopped off from.

“You haven’t even started yet. You’re going to be here for quite some time.” She said as I just smiled at her, reached up, covered her mouth with my left hand and began to hop her.

She struggled against me, trying to pull back, and slamming into the door that had just closed. She fought hard, throwing punches wildly at my now liquefying form, shaking her head, and trying to spit the goo that was going into her mouth out so that she could get off a scream. She even tried to kick at me when punching didn’t seem to be working. This caused us both to slide down along the door until suddenly the fighting stopped all together, and I felt the cold concrete floor through the dress I was now wearing.

I looked down to see Katie’s lovely little body below me. I could see my new set of tits straining against the grey sweater I now wore. I could feel the string of a thong up my ass crack. I could see my entire left leg exposed and sticking out of the slit on the dress that I now wore. I slowly put my hands down and used them to help get myself up off the floor. I brushed my round little rump off and then reached up to fix any of the long blonde locks of hair that had fallen out of place in our little tango.

I then took just a moment to run my new dainty little hands over the round lumps on my chest before starting to quiz Katie’s sleeping mind. She was twenty one years old and attending college at the local university. She had gotten the job here because her father is friends with Mr. Burgstrom, who owns the company. They apparently play golf at the country club together. I also found out that she didn’t really have anything to do here. She just trotted around and teased the boys she thought were cute. In fact, she had blown me off because she thought I was a bit creepy, and didn’t like the way I stared at her. Hmm. I would have to remember that next time I was scouting for a body. Oh well. It had worked out. I also checked to make sure she didn’t have any important plans for tonight. She was just going to head over to her boyfriends place. Oh well, new plans Katie, I thought. I scoped up my clothes and stashed them in an unused drawer.

I spun on my new heels and headed back upstairs to finish the day off in Katie’s little body. As I walked back up to her desk I saw Mr. Burgstrom pacing there. I slowed down and looked at him. “Is there something I can help you with Sir?” I asked.

He blinked a few times before replying, “Katie, I think that is the first time you have ever called me sir. What happened to Uncle Bill?”

“Oh sorry, Uncle Bill, I just saw you pacing and I guess it threw me off a bit. Is something wrong?” I tried my best to cover, but the words Uncle Bill came out a bit rough.

“Well, I’m losing one of my best people, and there is a new project coming up. I would really like him to handle it, even if he just lays the ground work out, I can have someone else finish it. But I can’t seem to find him. His name is Brian.” He told me.

“Brian… Brian… Brian…” I said out loud as I tapped my cheek with one of my long fingernails. “Is he about five foot eight, brown hair, pretty normal looking?” I asked, trying to put a thoughtful look on what I knew my boss saw as Katie’s face.

“Yeah, that’s him.” He replied.

“Oh, Bummer! I just saw him running out to meet with a client. If you leave the folders here I’ll make sure that he gets them, and knows what to do, ok Uncle Bill?” I replied.

“Well that would be perfect Katie. Thank you so much.” He said as he handed me the folders.

I tucked them under one arm, and smiled. As he walked away I thought about calling him Uncle Bill, and Katie’s memories came floating up. Apparently she hated calling him that, but did it because she knew it kept her in his good graces, and she was hoping that it would mean an easy job here, which so far it did.

I sighed, turned and sat down at her desk and started going through the folders. It was the least I could do for Mr. Burgstrom. I grabbed a pen from the holder on Katie’s desk and started to jot down notes and work out what the client wanted. I really lost track of time, and before I knew it, I looked up and everyone was gone from the office, and I had stayed about two hours longer than my regular quitting time. No one had bothered Katie at the end of the day as no one knew quite what she did around the office. I quickly stuffed the papers back into the folder and grabbed her purse. On the way out I dropped the folder on my desk for Monday, made a quick stop to grab my old clothes, and headed to her car in the parking garage. I noticed it was a convertible. Her memories told me it was a sweet 16 present from her father.

I quickly got into the car, swung my legs in, and started it up, once again noticing the seat belt cutting between my breasts. I hurried off to Valerie’s place. On the way I stopped and bought a dozen red roses from a little flower shop a few blocks away from where she lived.

I knocked on the door loudly, and a few moments later I saw Valerie opening the door, and standing there in a silk bathrobe.

“Hello?” she said in a questioning tone.

“Hi.” I replied innocently.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I sure hope so. I brought you these.” I held the roses up for her to see through the cracked door.

“Um, ok, what are these for?” She asked as she opened the door to let the strange blonde woman in her apartment.

“For letting me borrow your body last Sunday.” I replied as I walked past her and into her apartment.

“Brian!” She shouted, and hugged me.

“Yeah, the flowers are not the only gift for you. I looked around a bit more in your mind before I left last time. I know that you like hot blondes. Hell, it was half the reason you hung out with Courtney, even though you thought she was a bitch. So, I brought you a hot blonde.” I said as I leaned forward to kiss her gently.

She returned the kiss and I could feel her hands around my back slowly lower until she was holding onto my tight little butt cheeks.

“Oh I love her, Brian. Here, let me put the flowers in some water while you get out of those clothes, and we can start having some fun.” She replied as she backed away and I handed her the flowers.

I pulled the sweater over my head, and off my long hair, then grabbed the waist line of the dress to push it down around my ankles. I carefully stepped out of the puddle of skirt at my feet, and did a half spin to see Valerie watching me. I put my hands on my hips, cocked my legs, and asked her if she liked what she saw. I then carefully took off the nylons as she found a vase and put the flowers in water.

After that I was led by the hand into Valerie’s bedroom by the hand, and she gently pushed me back on the bed. She undid the small tie at her waist, and let the robe fall off her nude body. I laid back as she started to tug at the waistband of my panties, taking them off and tossing them on the floor beside the bed. She then stated to kiss my inner thighs up one leg and down the other, pausing briefly to run a quick lick up my pussy lips very lightly to tease me. I was dying of torment and wanted my main course, but she quickly backed her head away as I tried to lift my hips to get her to go deeper. She pushed me back down to the bed and began kissing my tummy around the belly button. She lightly pulled on the belly button piercing I now possessed. I was being driven mad with lust. I could feel my pussy leaking juice down my thighs and butt. She kissed her way up my chest and started to suck gently on my nipples, and then also gently bite them. While she was doing that one of her hands found its way inside my pussy lips to rotate in small circles. I was seeing stars from the combination of stimulation she pulled back and giggled a bit.

“Enjoying yourself?” She asked. I moaned a response and that was all it took. The next thing I knew she was eating me out, diving in my pussy with her tongue.

I spread my legs more, as far as I could, and began to buck my hips as the pleasure coursed though my entire body. When I came, it was like a giant wave crashing on the shore. It exploded all up and down me. I panted “thank you thank you thank you thank you,” as I regained my senses.

I looked down between my legs to see Valerie’s chin shiny with my pussy juices. I leaned forward and she leaned in for another long kiss. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down with me as I laid back in the bed. I began to explore her body with my fingers as I made out with her. She did the same to me. We played with nipples, ran our fingers along the small of each other’s backs, and lightly spanked each other’s rumps before we both found each others fingers in the other’s tight little box. I was surprised how moist Valerie already was, she must have been very turned on to see me. We played with each other for quite a while that way, until I had at least 4 orgasms and Valerie had two. I’m not certain if it was because I was a hopper, or she just had more experience with pleasuring a pussy then me.

I finally pulled back, and got on my hands and knees on top of her. I winked, kissed her briefly, and then rotated my body on the bed so that I was looking at her pussy and she was looking at mine. I treated her to light kisses up and down her thighs before lovingly licking in between. She, in response leaned forward and began to eat me out as well. I cooed in pleasure even though my mouth was full. I tasted her arousal, and licked gently around her clit, and began dipping my tongue in and out. I felt her buck her hips and pick up the pace with her tongue in my love mound in response. Very soon we had both licked each other to yet another happy orgasm. I rolled off her and sighed contently as I reached out with my hand to rub it up and down the outside of her leg. She reached down with her hand to hold mine, and we just laid there for a few minutes, both in the happy afterglow of many orgasms.

I moved first. I got up, and headed for the kitchen. I started to dig through her refrigerator for food, and through her cupboards for pots and pans. A few minutes later she came out of her bedroom once again in the silk bathrobe. She gave me a questioning look.

“I’m hungry. Aren’t you?” I replied to her unspoken question.

“Do you want a robe or an apron?” She asked.

“Nope. Where is your garlic salt?” I asked. She smiled, walked to a place I had yet to check, opened a door, and showed me all her spices. I grabbed a few and got to work.

“Do you always cook after sex?” she asked.

“Not usually, but Katie here happens to be taking classes for the culinary arts.” I replied while using Katie’s skills and memories to prepare the food.

“Cooking classes? What’s her major?” Valerie asked me.

I thought about it for a bit, pulling up the answers in Katie’s subconscious, “She appears to be majoring in Find A Rich Husband 101.” I replied with a smile.

“Well, at least she has a plan,” Valerie responded dryly.

I grabbed the cooking oil, and put the frying pan on the stove burner and began to add ingredients per Katie’s sleeping mind. I even put a bit of a show on for Valerie by letting it catch fire just briefly like they do with certain dishes in the restaurants.

“Seared to perfection, let’s eat.” I said finally.

She set the table quickly, and we ate while making small talk as I asked her how her week had been. Apparently her boss had been riding her hard to get financials done before a deadline. I mostly listened, but spent a fair amount of time looking at her and smiling, wishing she would take off the robe and eat naked like me.

After we both finished Valerie looked at me and asked, “I don’t suppose she has any fantastic desert recipes in that cute little head that you can borrow, does she?”

“Not her, but I have one,” I replied.

I stood up, walked back to the refrigerator, opened the door, and grabbed a can of whipped cream I had seen earlier while looking for other ingredients. I turned around and Valerie started giggling immediately. I started to apply a bit to my perky breasts, and then a bit around my crotch.

“I always wanted a girl to do the whip cream bikini for desert for me. I just never thought I’d be the girl.” I said as I handed the can to her.

She stood up, put a bit on her luscious tits and then covered her pussy as well. She set the can down on the table, and we both walked back to the bedroom for our deserts.

Chapter 6 - Letting Valerie in on it

This is the sixth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

“It’s me Brian,” I said to her.

“I can see that. But it’s also Courtney.” Valerie replied looking at Courtney’s body, and then back at the image with my face on Courtney’s body.

“It’s a long story, but it’s basically how I found out she was cheating on me.” I said.

“It’s amazing is what it is. How do you do it?” she asked.

“If you give me a ride back to our apartment so I can dump off her body, I’ll tell you on the way. But I need a ride back here, this is where my car is parked.” I replied.

“Deal.” She said quickly and was off to get her keys.

I told her the whole story of meeting a body hopper in Courtney’s body, and how he showed me how to hop myself, told me what body hoppers where, and what we both did in Courtney’s body, along with Dave, and the two guys in the bar just before her place, I also added that I had all my stuff packed in my car, and pretty much just wanted to get away from her now but for some reason had chosen to stop by her because I wanted to talk to someone.

We both headed up to my old apartment and I unwrapped the towel from around my waist, and tossed it on the floor by the couch. I then sat down, and started to dismount Courtney while Valerie watched from the edge of the living room. As I poured out of Courtney’s body, and regained my sight I could see Valerie staring intently at the whole process. I stretched a bit when I was done.

“Oh wow, that was amazing Brian.” She said with her mouth open.

“Yeah. To bad I packed up all my crap. I’ll have to go see if there is anything I can wear in the dirty laundry.” I said as I started to walk out of the room.

“Hey, Brian, wait for a second.” She said. I looked over at her and she stared back chewing on her thumb nail. She was silent for a few seconds then continued, “Hey, seeing as you are heading back to my place, and you need clothes anyways, why don’t you just hop me? I’d kinda like to know what it’s like. I mean, you won’t make me do anything weird, or have sex with anyone, will you?” She looked at me a bit apprehensively.

“No. I’ll be good. I’ll dismount you right after we get back to your place.” I promised.

She looked around, sat down at the edge of a chair we had in the living room, and said, “Ok, then. I’m ready. Please be good.” And then she closed her eyes.

I walked over to her, kneeled down, and touched her ankle. The process started, and I tried to slow it down as much as possible to let her feel what it was like.

“Brian. I can feel you going in my skin down there. It’s like… you are filling me up with that clear substance. I can’t feel my legs now!” I heard her say. At that point I could feel her legs in the snug yoga pants, and the very different sex between them. I started to feel her torso. I knew she was still talking, but I could no longer make out the words. Soon enough I was looking through her eyes. I brought my hands up to look at the delicate little fingers. I blinked a few times, and then thought I heard Courtney start to move, so I figured I had best be on my way.

I headed out, and on the car ride back to Valerie’s place, I quizzed her sleeping mind as to why she would want to be mounted. It appeared that she had quite the boring little life. She was an accountant for a huge company, and even though she was attractive, she just never really got noticed. She started hanging out with Courtney because she felt Courtney’s life had adventure in it. It was also why she was working out so much. She also appeared to have a very healthy sex drive, along with a few kinks. She loved to dress up. Sexy costumes, whatever, as long as it came with a bit of roleplay. She was uncertain, and lacked a bit of self confidence. She wanted to see what she would be like with someone behind the controls that had a bit more self confidence.

Soon enough, I was back at her apartment. Instead of hopping right back out of her body, like I promised, I made one quick detour into her bedroom. I swung open the doors to her expansive closet, and dug out a ‘naughty nurses’ costume. I quickly stripped her out of the shirt and yoga pants, and in no time had a tiny white dress, little hat that read “head nurse” on it, nylons and white high heels on.

I walked her back out to the living room, and dismounted her. I didn’t think she would be out long, as I wasn’t in her that long. As I stood up, I once again stretched a bit, and went to her refrigerator to find something to drink. She only had healthy drinks, sports waters, and some milk, so I opted for some water right out of the tap. As I was filling my glass she started to come too.

“Oh… Oh… Hey, Brian, wait. What the… Oh very cute.” She said as she looked down and saw and felt the different outfit she was in, “Did you do anything else with me that I should know about?”

“Well, I gave your doorman a BJ.” I replied as she looked my way. She had a frightened look on her face, and I could see her running her tongue around in her mouth. “I was just kidding.” The frightened look was replaced by one of relief.

“I really can’t remember anything. Nothing at all past you taking over my legs.” She said as she got up off the couch and walked over to me. “It’s so freaking waking up somewhere completely different. And dressed different.” She said as she pulled the front of the nurse uniform on her chest.

“Yeah, it’s a bit different seeing someone else’s body in the mirror, or having breasts and a pussy.” I replied.

“I can imagine.” Valerie said, then continued, “Have you used them yet?”

“Yours, no,” I said with a smile, while she stuck her tongue out at me, and then I asked her, “Is your life really that boring? Sorry, I poked around in your sleeping mind on the drive over. I had to know why you wanted me to mount you, it seemed odd to me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t go out much. I like my job, but it’s dull. This seems so different, and if I woke up in a nurse’s outfit, you must have found out that I’m into different from my mind. Which reminds me, you said my mind was sleeping? Is there any way to wake it up, so that I can see what you are doing?” Valerie asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, but I guess we could try if you really wanted.” I answered.

She nodded her head enthusiastically, making the little nurse’s cap off. “Even if you can’t wake me up, I suppose you could stay here for the night. Either in me, or on the couch. I just have to be to work for seven tomorrow, if that’s alright.”

I nodded, and we both once again headed for the couch. She sat down, and I reached for her face. She jumped a bit as she must have thought I would enter through her ankle again, but I didn’t feel the need to go so slow again. I turned into the goo once again, and before I know it, I was back in Valerie, sitting in a naughty nurse’s uniform. I grabbed my breasts, and ran my hands over my nylon covered thighs.

Well, no time like the present to try, I figured. I knew that loud noises and exterior activites wouldn’t wake up the girls I hopped, or it would have happened before. So I instead closed my eyes and yelled into Valerie’s sleeping mind. I didn’t feel anything back. So I tried it again. And again. I focused on her waking up, and her subconscious reminded me of her start time tomorrow morning. I concentrated on her last memory, and again yelled into her mind. I put all my effort into it. I was about ready to give up when I felt a tug on one of her muscles that I didn’t try and do. I screamed in her mind with renewed vigor. I concentrated on wanting her to wake up. I felt another muscle twitch, and kept up the yelling until finally, I heard a quiet voice in the back of my head.

Brian? Is that you?

I thought inward to her, ‘Yes, it’s me. Are you up? Can you see anything?’

I’m slowly getting sensations back. I can feel. And hear a bit. Oh, now I can see again. I can’t seem to move at all.

I leaned back on the couch and tried to relax as much as possible. ‘How about now,’ I thought to her.

I felt her body move a bit, and then lean forward on the couch. She quickly made her body get up and head over to the bathroom to see in the mirror. She looked into the mirror and brought her hands up to my face.

Brian, I can see your face on my body!

At that I made her hands move down from my face and grip our breasts. I massaged them roughly through the tight nurses dress. I then lifted her left leg onto the countertop in front of the mirror, exposing her inner thighs, and her panties in the mirror. They were a tiny pair of blue cotton bikini briefs. I reached down with her right hand to start gently rubbing her pussy through the cotton panties. I ran her manicured nail up and down the length of her outer lips, and could feel her getting moist through the fabric already. I could only hear ohs and ahs and the occasional yes coming from her mind, so I reach into the waist band and down and greedily plunged two fingers into her pussy, and began reaming her with her own fingers. I felt the orgasm approaching and increased my efforts with her fingers. I felt the orgasm wash over me and heard in the back of my mind IIIEEEeeeeeeeeeooooooooh. Oooooooooooh yes. Yes yes yes.

I smiled at my reflect face, and set her leg back down, and walked out of the bathroom. As I walked through the living room I heard Valerie’s voice in the back of my head again.

Oh Brian, that was so much fun! Thank you! We don’t have to head back to the couch yet, we can play more.

‘Who said we were done yet?’ I replied back in my head.

I walked into her bedroom and quickly stripped the nurse’s uniform off Valerie’s body, but left the bra, panties, and nylon leggings on. I briefly looked around, then asked her mind where she kept her sex toys just like I would have quizzed a sleeping girl’s mind.

I have a vibrator and life-like dildo in the nightstand on the left side of my bed in the bottom drawer. I have a set of handcuffs in the right nightstand on the top drawer. All of my other sex toys I keep in a box on the top shelf in my closet. She replied in my mind a very matter of fact voice.

Wow, Brian when you ask like that I have to tell you. I can’t lie or say anything else other than answer your question. It’s like I’m being forced to. She then said to me in a more normal tone.

I didn’t really answer her, I just walked over to the left nightstand, and opened the bottom drawer. I pulled out the vibrator. It was about an inch in diameter and about 4 inches long. I turned it on, and laid on her back on the bed. I then pulled her panties down to mid-thigh, and started to rub the vibrator around on her lips, clit, and in her little love mound.

The feedback I was getting from her in the back of my mind mirrored what I was feeling from her pussy myself, so I knew exactly where to put the vibrator to get the maximum effect. I quickly orgasmed with her, but didn’t stop there. I kept the vib going and on her clit, and then in her, and rode the waves of pleasure to another orgasm. At that point she begged me to stop.

Brian, I can’t take anymore of this. Please, I just need you to stop.

I ignored her, and kept going, she started to scream in pleasure in the back of my mind as orgasm after orgasm hit. After about four or five more from the little device, I could no longer feel her in the back of my mind. She was either silent, or passed out. I kept going with the vibrator until I had another five orgasms using sweet Valerie’s little pussy. Finally, even I was too exhausted to continue. I dropped the vibrator on the floor beside the bed, turned Valerie’s alarm clock on, shut the lights off, and crawled into bed. I probed Valerie’s mind just a bit more before I drifted off, and learned a few things that made me fall asleep with a smile on my face.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Suddenly my arm moved to shut the alarm clock off. My body started to move. It sat up in bed, brushed the hair out of my face, and looked around.

“What a weird dream. Val, you have got to get yourself a boyfriend.” I heard a girl’s voice say, but I was still to groggy to understand what was going on. I reached behind my back to unclasp something. It slid off, but my mind was still mush.

Suddenly I was up and walking around. I headed for the bathroom, and jumped in the shower. The water finished the job of waking me up. I remembered last night. Valerie didn’t realize yet that I was still inside her. No, her subconscious mind told me she thought all of last night was a dream. I decided to stay quiet and in the back of her mind.

She shampooed her hair, followed by conditioner, and then put some type of stuff on her face. She then followed it all up by using a lufa and some sweet smelling soap. As she lathered up her entire body she noticed a bit of soreness in her thighs and groin. She brushed it off as too much yoga, though. As she shut off the water, and reached for the curtain, I was worried that the mirror would give away my hiding spot, but when she yanked it back, I saw the mirror was fogged over from the steam of the hot shower. She quickly and efficiently dried herself off and headed back to her bedroom to get some clothes. As she entered the door she saw her yoga clothes in one pile, which was normal, but she saw the nurses uniform on the floor as well.

“Wait a minute. That wasn’t a dream was it?” she said out loud.

“Nope, it wasn’t” I said through her mouth as I took control of her body. I reached down, picked up the vibrator, dropped the towel she had wrapped around herself, and started to tease her nipples with the vibrator, slowly tracing it down her body between her breasts, down her navel, and pressing it lightly up against her pussy lips.

Oh… Oh… Brian, hi! I… really enjoy this… but… oh… I don’t have time for this be… oh Brian… before work. Please can we stop? Please? I heard in the back of my mind.

I let her have control again, and she shut the vibrator off and put it away in its drawer. She then continued to go along with her normal routine. She picked out a pair of white panties and a bra that were very plain. I took control again, and grabbed a dark purple silk thong out of her drawer and stepped into it. I then found the matching bra and put it on her as well.

Brian… Brian, no! Stop! Brian, what are you doing to me?

‘Dressing you. Plain white panties and a bra, not today. You had best pick out something hot to wear over these, too, or you will go to work looking like a stripper by the time I’m done with you.’ I said back to her mentally.

Come on Brian! Please don’t do this!

‘Better find something hot but appropriate then.’ I replied to her mentally.

She began digging through drawers. She found a tight pair of black dress pants, and tossed them on the bed as a possibility. She found thin white shirt that I knew would have the bra show right through it. She was about to put it back when I tossed it on the bed. Instead of complaining she kept digging for other outfits and tossing them on the bed. Every now and then I would take control, grab a mini-skirt, or a tiny tank top and toss it over as well, and hear a small whimper come from her mind before relaxing and giving her back control as she frantically began searching again.

When it was all said and done, she was wearing a short brown business suit skirt and matching jacket with a white dress shirt under the jacket. She had on white leggings that ended just below the dress and shoes with a 4 inch heel that matched the brown suit ensemble. If she were to take off the jacket her purple bra would be fairly visible below the thin white shirt. The skirt was short enough to be hot, but long enough to be decent, and ended at just below her mid thigh.

I walked her out of the bedroom sat her down on the couch. I began to dismount her. When I finished I was standing in front of the couch looking at her as she was looking up at me from her seated position. She smiled at me and said, “I have had more fun in the last 12 hours then in the last month Brian, but I was a little worried about you being in me at work and what you would make me do.”

“Yeah, well, I was actually going to head to my job before I get fired for never showing up. But I had a lot of fun too Valerie.” I replied honestly.

“So will you be here when I get back from work tonight?” she asked me.

“Actually, I should go and look for a place of my own.” I replied.

She looked so disappointed. Like I was another person in her life that just didn’t think she was interesting enough to hang around with. I didn’t want to give her that impression, I just had some other stuff I wanted to take care of.

“Hey, I’ve got some things I want to do, but I was planning on coming back for the entire weekend.” I told her, and then added, “If that’s alright with you?”

She stood up, looked me in the eye, and kissed me hard on the lips. I felt her arms wrap around me, and felt her fingers lightly go through my hair. When she was done with the kiss she turned her head to whisper in my ear, “If you come back I will make sure you get everything you want out of me.”

With that said, she unwrapped her arms from around me, and headed off to the bathroom. I watched her hips sway back and forth, and looked at the stunning lines her body made as she moved gracefully. I watched briefly through the open bathroom door as she wiped off the mirror fog and began to put make up on.

I then decided it was probably time to find some pants and try to make it to work.

Chapter 5 - Hanging Out with Friends

This is the fifth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

Once again I woke up to light in my eyes. And once again when I rolled over to look at the clock I felt the globes of flesh on my chest move. Yesterday came back to me in a flash. I smiled and used one of Angie’s hand to trace circles on her nipples. I was about to hop out of bed when Dave walked in the room fully dressed.

“Hey, I wasn’t sure how long you were gonna sleep. It’s afternoon. But I figured you probably had the ride of your life last night, so I figured I’d let you sleep in.” he said.

“It wasn’t the worst time ever,” I said with a smile. “But I have to get to work one of these days.”

“What are you talking about, it’s Saturday. Or does Angie have to work?” he asked.

I thought through her memories. She had some plans to go shopping with friends today, but no work. Tomorrow she was meeting up with her parents. “Nope, she doesn’t have to work, and I guess I didn’t realize what day it was.”

“Ok, well, Red and Tim are going to be here in a bit. They wanted to hang out today, and I told them sure.” Dave told me.

“You didn’t tell them about me did you? I swear I will cut off your balls if you did.” I replied as I sat up suddenly.

“Woah. Calm down. I didn’t say anything.” He said as he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Good. You’re my best friend. It’s the only reason I told you. We can have fun with this, but I don’t know them as well as you, and I don’t want this to get out.” I said.

“Yeah, I know. And I don’t want to F this up either, it’s a good thing for me.” He said with a smile.

“Super. Well, I need a shower.” I told him as I got up and headed past him to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower, adjusted it to the right temperature, and stepped in. I noticed only a bar of soap and some dandruff shampoo. A complete bachelor shower. Oh well. I grabbed some shampoo and started working into my hair. The warm water felt great on my soft skin. I held my head under the water spray for a long time washing all the shampoo out of my scalp. I then picked up the bar of soap and did my best with it. I knew from Angie’s memories she had sensitive skin, and used a mild soap, and a lufa. I hoped that watered down soap wouldn’t irritate it to much. I shut the water off and felt one hundred times better than just a few minutes ago. I looked around for a towel, and I noticed the only one in the bathroom was the already wet one that Dave had used. I sighed and stepped out of the tub to search the cabinets. All I found were two washcloths. I sighed again, and began to rub my hair and scalp with the two tiny pieces of fabric, but it was pretty much a wasted effort. They quickly became soaked.

I opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the living room where my three friends were sitting watching TV. The instant they saw a naked woman walk into the room, the TV was forgotten.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Red said as he looked from me to Dave, “I wondered who the owner of the pink cavalier out there was.”

I reached back with my left hand and whipped one of the wet washcloths at Dave’s head. He quickly ducked out of the path of the sopping wet projectile. “David you fucker. You make me sleep in the wet spot last night and you don’t even have a towel for me to dry off with after my shower.”

“Oh shit. Did I use the last towel… um…? Angie.” He stammered.

“Um…? Angie. Nice. Can’t even remember my fucking name. I swear, if your dick wasn’t so big I’d never let you do this to me again.” I said and sat down in the nearest unoccupied chair. I crossed my legs and looked around. “Well, are you going to introduce me to your friends?” I said as I cocked an eyebrow.

“Oh, ah, yeah, sure.” Dave replied, as Red and Tim looked at each other with shit eating grins on their faces. “Um, the big guy over on the couch is Red. That’s not his real name, but none of us can really pronounce it, so we all just call him Red. And Tim is sitting in the chair next to you. Guys, this is Angie.”

I reached across the empty space to shake hands with Tim, and when he finally took his eyes off my chest he grabbed my tiny hand and started pumping enthusiastically. I could feel my chest shake, and his eyes went right back to my rack. “Hey, buddy, my eyes are up here. And I realize I don’t have a shirt on, but you could try not to stare quite as blatantly, thanks.”

Tim’s face instantly turned three shades of red.

“So what are we up to for the day?” I asked, as I began rocking my crossed leg. Tim was still staring, but I was ignoring him. Red was trying hard to keep a straight face, and Dave was actually starting to turn a bit red in the face now.

“Well, um… ah… we were thinking maybe head to the park and throw the football around, or head over to the stadium to watch the monster trucks. Are you sure you don’t want to grab some clothes or something? You’re still dripping wet, also.” Dave responded.

“I suppose I could. I don’t think I want to go with the hooters uniform, though. Your friends might get the wrong idea about me.” I said as I got up and walked to the front door.

I opened it, and walked out to the pink cavalier I was driving, and opened the passenger side door. I grabbed the duffle bag that Angie had packed for after work and pulled it out, then closed the door. One of Dave’s neighbors, and elderly man, was walking a dog. I smiled and waved to him. He smiled and waved back. I heard him mutter something under his breath as I walked back to the house, but couldn’t quite make it out. I opened the door and went right upstairs. I turned into the bathroom across from Dave’s bedroom, and pulled a brush out of the duffle bag. I wet through my blonde hair the best I could as it was still damp, and made a simple part on the side, letting the hair fall naturally around her back and shoulders. Good enough, I thought to myself, grabbing the duffle bag again, and heading into the bedroom.

After tossing the bag on the bed I opened it and looked through my wardrobe choices. All of them were pink. I pulled out a short jean skirt that I thought would look hot. It had little pink hearts on the back pockets. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around my waist, and fastened the buttons to close it. I then pulled out a lacey little pink bra that was more see through than not, and using Angie’s memory easily slipped it on and fastened it. Once more I reached into the bag, and pulled out a white short sleeve tee shirt that said ‘Pink’ a crossed the chest in varying shades of pink for the letters. This girl had a freaking complex, I thought as I pulled the shirt over my head, and put my arms through the holes. I then struggled briefly to get it over my chest, pull it down and smooth it out. It was almost as form fitting as the hooters tank top. I dug through the duffle for some panties but could not find any. Checking with Angie’s memory she never tossed any in there. She either forgot or planed on wearing the little white g-string. Or nothing, I smiled. I wasn’t quite down for that, so I decided to go retrieve my g-string, and rejoin the group. I grabbed a few personal effects from her purse which was also in the bag, lip gloss, ID, debit card, and her cell phone (pink), jammed them in my pockets, and the pair of flip-flops, and headed down stairs.

I was greeted with a “Hey there sexy” from Dave, which I smiled at, and replied, “Thank you! You are so sweet.”

I walked up to Red, pointed on the floor next to him, and said, “Excuse me for a minute?”

He grunted in acknowledgement, and moved his legs, which gave me just enough room to shimmy though. I bent my knees this time along with my back to go down and grab my G-string off the floor. I stood up, stared at it for a bit, turning it over and over trying to get it so that it was right side out and I knew where the leg holes were, and stepped into the holes one leg at a time. I pulled it up under my skirt, and then did a little shimmy and shake to get it to sit right. I looked around to see Dave smiling and shaking his head, and Red and Tim both staring in amazement.

“What?” I asked innocently. They all shrugged.

“So what are we doing?” I asked again. None of them really spoke up, so I added, “Dave, remember you promised to go shoe shopping with me today.”

I have seen a few trapped creatures in my life, but none of had the look of despair that Dave gave me after that comment.

“Jeez, I was just kidding. I can’t really play football in flip-flops, so how about we do the monster truck thing instead?” I asked. They all agreed very quickly, glad that shoe shopping was apparently off the table.

“We should head it out if we are going to make it on time to see the start then,” Dave said as he got up.

“Oh, no, we will meet Red and Tim there. We’ll be about fifteen minutes behind you guys.” I said. Dave stared at me dumb-foundedly.

“Why” he asked, and Red and Tim also looked to me for an answer.

“Cause I wanna get laid quick before we go.” I said with a straight face.

“Yeah, right.” Tim said, and then looked at Dave, who shrugged, and motioned for them to head out. “Seriously?” Tim responded to the gesture. I nodded.

“Do you have a sister?” Red asked me on his way out the door. I just crossed my arms and gave him a look. As soon as they had closed the door I turned back around to face Dave.

“Horny little minx are we?” he asked.

“Oh you have no idea.” I pushed him gently back down on the couch, but he knew what was up, and positioned himself quickly. I undid his jeans, and pulled them down a bit, and released his snake from the underwear. I then pulled the hem of my jean skirt up around my waist, and slid the tiny g-string off to one side of my pussy. I was almost perpetually moist, and Angie’s little box had been stretched a bit from last night’s exercises, so this time it was a bit easier to slide Dave into me. I didn’t waist any time and began to buck and grind against him. I wanted a quickie, and I wanted it now. I felt the familiar waves of sexual pleasure flowing through me. I was tingling from head to toe as Dave and I began to move in rhythm together. He reached up to caress my chest through my shirt and bra. I used Angie’s long nails to claw at his chest through his shirt. I felt the approaching orgasm, and just as it started to wash over me I threw my head back and let out a small cry of pleasure. Almost immediately afterwards I felt Dave release inside of me.

I took a moment or two to come off my orgasmic high before I climbed off him. I quickly headed for the bathroom to clean myself up, as I didn’t want to have that moist of a crotch for the rest of the day.

I headed back out to see Dave grabbing a baseball cap and motioning for me to head out the door. I stepped out onto the porch, and waited for him to lock the door, and then we both headed for his truck. Being down at least six or seven inches from my normal height I had to actually climb into Dave’s truck now. As I sat down and closed the door he fired it up, and we headed out. I quickly tossed my seat belt on, and noticed how it uncomfortably cut right in between my breasts. I mentioned it to Dave and he said, “Yeah, it has to suck to have breasts that nice, I feel so bad for you.”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and grabbed the lip gloss out of my tiny pockets. I flipped down his visor to see my lips and apply a bit of the stuff to them. It seemed weird to put anything on my lips, but I knew that Dave and everyone else saw Angie, and it looked completely normal on her. As I flipped up the visor to the truck, I saw a pharmacy on our right.

“OH! Pull in there, please.” I asked Dave.

Dave shot me a questioning look, but turned in. As he found a parking spot right in front of the door he put the truck in park.

“What are we stopping here for?” he asked.

“Well, Angie was a virgin remember? She’s not on any birth control. We are going to pick up a morning after pill. Unless you want to chance having a kid with a girl that you don’t know. Seems a bit odd, but hey, who am I to judge.” I replied as I grabbed the door handle, and noticed that he was not moving. “Um, c’mon man.” I said.

“Seems like something you can handle. You’re the chick. Next thing you know you’ll want me to pick up tampons for you or something.” He replied, still not moving.

I let go of the door handle, and positioned myself back in the seat.

“What the hell? Are you going or not? We are going to be late for the start.” He said to me.

“I am not doing the walk of shame alone here. I’m just trying to be a friend and make sure that after the fun we had, we don’t have anyone’s life screwed up. But if you can’t even man up enough to walk around a store with me, I’m fine leaving it up to chance.” I replied.

“Ok, ok. I guess I didn’t see it from your side. I just didn’t think grabbing a pill would really bother you.” He replied as he opened his truck door. I followed suit, and climbed out and we headed in.

We headed up to the pharmacy counter and waited our turn in line. There was an old man in front of us picking up some prescription, and it went quickly. Then it was just us and a middle aged lady behind us. We stepped up, and I asked the man for the morning after pile. I tossed Angie’s ID on the counter because I knew he would want to see it. He picked it up, looked at it, looked at me, and then disappeared. He came back with a small box and handed it to me.

“This stuff still works if you have a bit of sperm still leaking out of you right?” I asked innocently.

He looked at Dave, who turned bright red, and I heard the lady behind us suck in her breath. “Yes, it basically makes it so that any fertilized eggs won’t attach to the uterus wall, they will just pass out the normal way.”

“Oh cool. So if I get laid tonight again, this same pill should have me covered?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure.” He replied shaking his head and handing my ID back.

“Young miss, you should not be so casual about this!” the lady from behind me chimed in, “You could get STDs, or pregnant, or worse! When I was your age…”

“Lady, I appreciate the advice, but you don’t know me. There are a few special circumstances here. You can save the lectures.” I said as I began to walk away from her, my sandals making clapping noises as I walked.

We got to the front of the store by the register, and I put the box down on the counter, and grabbed a soda out of the cooler to my right and looked at the cashier. She rang up my stuff, and I grabbed the debit card from my pocket. I slid it through the machine, and quickly entered Angie’s pin number.

“Wow, you know her pin number too?” Dave said while watching from behind me.

The look I gave him could have melted metal. The cashier now worried that I was trying to steal someone’s debit card asked to see my ID. I pulled it out and gave it to her and smiled sweetly. She looked back and forth between me and the card, and finally accepted it was me, handing the ID back.

I quickly grabbed my stuff and headed out to the truck. “Sorry” was all I heard from behind me as I went around to the passenger side.

We were back on our way to the monster truck show. I had downed the pill and chased it with the soda I had bought. But before we got too much further Dave asked, “So why don’t you just get some rich person’s body and take all there money?”

“Why? What would that help? I don’t need a lot of money, just enough to survive.” I replied.

“But you’d never have to work again.” He said.

“If I don’t want to work, I’ll just hop some rich stay at home wife, and not worry about it. Why steal her money? I can just use it when I’m her.” I replied.

“I suppose.” He replied. The rest of the trip was pretty quiet.

We hooked back up with Red and Tim in the parking lot and headed in. Even with a shirt on Tim couldn’t keep his eyes off my chest. He also stuttered a lot when he talked to me. I enjoyed it, so I tried to strike up conversations with him a lot.

Dave bought my seat, as I was playing the part of his girlfriend I guess, and we quickly headed up into the arena to find our seats. Red walked behind me up the stairs, I’m fairly certain he was trying to look up my short skirt. When we got to our seats, he looked at me and asked, “So how was the quickie? If you need another round, just let me know.”

I smiled at him and nodded while rolling my eyes, as I thought the real Angie would do. Tim, who had stayed behind to grab all of us some beers had only just now showed up, and was trying to work his way down the narrow walkway to get to his seat, while people were trying to move there legs out of his way. Just before he got to me he tripped on something, and I got all four beers dumped right on my chest. I was more soaked then when I took a shower that morning. I inhaled sharply at the ice cold beverages leaking down all over the rest of me. I looked down and the tiny pink bra that was pretty much see through was on display through my now wet white tee shirt. I could plainly make out my nipples which were also standing out due to the cold.

Tim was apologizing up a storm, Dave was trying to find napkins, and Red was laughing so hard I thought he might die.

“It’s ok Tim. I was planning on entering the wet tee shirt contest anyways.” I said as he started to really freak out.

“You were? Really?” He asked.

“No, not really. But it is ok.” I replied, “I’m going to head down and get a new shirt. Be back in a while.” I said.

Tim offered to come with me and buy the new shirt, but I threatened him with bodily harm if he even tried to follow me. Dave gave me a couple twenties as he was worried a tee shirt cart may not take a debit card, and I was off. As I walked down the stairs to where I hope there would be tee shirt stands I was greeted by scores of men cheering. In fact, I got so much attention, that one of the camera men zoomed in, and tried to get me on the jumbo-tron. That quickly got my attention, as I knew the camera would give away my face, and that would bring out all sorts of uncomfortable questions. So instead of being like every other woman on the planet, and covering my now exposed jugs, I instead threw my hands over my face, and peaked through two small slits in between my fingers to see where I was going until I could escape from the camera man’s view under the concrete seats and down by the concourse.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned the corner, and saw a tee shirt cart. The woman working the cart saw me, and immediately knew where I was headed. She grabbed a large sweatshirt off her shelf and as I walked up handed it to me. I gave her the cash, told her to keep the change, and headed for the ladies room. I peeled off my tee and my bra, and pulled the sweatshirt on over my head. The cotton felt strangely nice against my exposed nipples. I moved my torso back and forth a bit, just to feel my nipples on rub on the inside of the shirt.

The next thing I knew I was in one of the stalls frigg’n myself with my left hand to my second orgasm. When I was finally satisfied I cleaned myself up with some toilet paper, and headed back to the seats.

When I got there I found an empty seat with two beers in front of it.

“We were wondering what happened to you.” Dave said.

“I had some stuff to take care of.” I replied.

“Whatever, you’re one behind,” he replied, and pointed to the empty and the full beers in front of all three guys.

I sat down, scoped up one of the beers and chugged it down. I felt odd until I managed a slightly loud belch. “Oops. ‘Scuze me.” I said as I covered my mouth with one hand. I then picked up the other one, and started drinking.

For the rest of the afternoon we drank beer, cheered on the destruction of cars, and drank more beer. Being the smallest of the group, but wanting to keep up I quickly got completely tanked. After about my forth or fifth beer the rest of the night blurred together. I vaguely remember showing my breasts to the guys sitting behind us a few times, I also found out why girls don’t drink as much at events like this. The bathroom lines. More than once I nearly pissed myself as I waited to long to high tail it to the bathroom. Then at the end of the evening I remember Dave pretty much carry me back to the truck because my legs would just not cooperate with what my brain was telling them to do.

When we got back to his place I started to drink a lot of water to try and bring myself back to my senses. Dave wanted to screw again. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was just that Angie’s pussy was pretty sore from all of the events leading up to that night. I ended up bent over the arm of his couch with the remote in one hand flipping through channels while he ground away into my abused little pussy. When he was done I crawled onto the couch, and pretty much fell asleep right there.

I woke up the next day to Dave shaking my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and felt the sting of a hangover headache.

“Dave, I have to get Angie back to her place. She’s meeting her parents tonight, and I don’t want to make her miss that.” I said groggily.

“Yeah sure, not a problem. You wanna one more time?” He asked with hope in his eyes.

I groaned just mentioning sex with how sore Angie’s pussy was.

We collected Angie’s stuff which was all over the house, and tossed it in her duffle bag, and loaded it in her car. I also got my stuff from Dave for when I exited her body, and tossed it in as well.

“This was a hell of a good time, Brian, you going stay as her? I’d actually date a girl that acted like you.” He said with a smile.

“No, I’m gonna bring her home, and then head out myself. If I find another girl I’ll give you a call, but I may stay as myself for a while. This has been a bit odd for one week, you know.” I said.

“Yeah, I know. Oh! Hey, if you do get the chance, I always thought that Courtney’s friend Valerie was really bone-able. If you do get the chance to slip into her, would you let me know?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure man, I will.” I said as I climbed into Angie’s little pink car, started it, and headed out.

It was easy enough to navigate to Angie’s little apartment in the city. I stopped her car around where she usually parked so she wouldn’t be looking for ages for it, and headed up the five flights of stairs to her place. As I unlocked the door I was met by her roommate Tracy. Tracy was a bit of a homely girl, but she was one of Angie’s good friends, and always looked out for her.

“Where have you been, I was worried sick.” She asked, “Is that beer I smell? Are you okay? What’s with the shirt?”

“Please stop with the 50 questions. I’m a bit hung over. I’m going to take a nap. I’ll tell you all about it when I wake up.” I replied as I walked by her to Angie’s room and closed the door.

Her room was pink. Everything. Pink.

I was about to bail out of her when I saw her diary by the bed stand. I smiled, opened it, grabbed the pen and wrote:

Angie,

Had a great time with your hottie body. Thanks for letting me borrow it. Sorry about the sore pussy, and the hang over, but believe me, they were worth it. You can keep the monster truck sweatshirt as a souvenir. If you ever want to do it again, just let me know. I’ll stop out at hooters, just say something.

Mystery Man

I found the receipt for the day after pill, and tucked it in that page as well. I then laid down on the bed and began to dismount Angie. I could feel myself flowing out of her skin and rematerializing at the foot of her pink bid.

When I was me again, I quickly dressed, grabbed about 20 bucks in cash out of her purse, and looked over at her sleeping body. I quickly kissed her on the mouth, and then popped open her window, which lead to the fire escape. I didn’t think heading back through the apartment by her roommate was a good idea.

As I hopped off the bottom of the fire escape ladder, and started walking down the street while looking for a cab, I decided it was time to go home and see what Courtney had been up to.

Eventually I found a cab, and was soon standing in front of my own door again. As I popped open the door, I heard Courtney’s voice.

“About fucking time you got back. The landlord showed up. He was looking for the rent. What the fuck happened here? I woke up covered in whatever. Did you drug me you sick fuck?” She blasted me before I could even close the door.

“Shut the fuck up.” I said. I had almost never sworn at her before. Hell, I rarely even took a tone with her before.

“What?” she asked.

“I said shut the fuck up. I don’t really care about the rent. You pay it. As far as what the fuck happened to you, well, about a day or so ago, you showed up here with two fucking guys in tow from a night club. A bouncer and some guy named Weasly, or something. Proceeded to ask them to fuck you raw, and then when I wanted to know what the fuck was going on, you told me to leave. Well, I didn’t need telling twice. We were over. I just came back to load my stuff.” I lied to her.

“Wait… you know about…” She stammered, but I just walked by her to the bedroom.

I was in the bedroom packing some stuff in a duffel bag of my own when she came in blubbering about something or other, and saying things like she never meant to hurt me, which I translated as her other two boyfriends wouldn’t pay her bills. I told her I didn’t really care and continued packing clothes. I filled the duffel, and then started in on filling another bag with some other stuff I did not want to leave behind. Courtney continued to blubber about how we needed each other, which I found odd coming from a girl that treated my like dog crap, and ran around on me. I loaded a pile of stuff into my car, and when I came back she was still blubbering.

I decided there was only one way to shut her up and pack my car in peace. I pushed her to the wall, pressed my face to hers, and hopped her. I was getting much faster at this now. I looked down at her familiar body, and without any playtime at all continued loading stuff in my car. She had on a tight pair of jeans that made it a bit of a pain in the ass to move around. Finally I loaded the last box of my important stuff into the car. I didn’t really know where to go though. I figured I’d be able to crash at Dave’s again, but I didn’t feel like going there. I knew what he would want right away.

An image of Valerie popped into Courtney’s mind. I giggled a bit, and thought, sure, I’ll go whine to Courtney’s best friend about the “break up.” I noticed her pussy was still sore, but not near as sore as I wanted it to be for her.

So on the way to Valerie’s downtown apartment I stopped at a bar, had a few drinks, and let two random guys fuck Courtney’s body. I didn’t clean her up when they were done, just yanked up her panties and pants, and let all the juices soak into the denim around her crotch.

I jumped back into my car and headed for Valerie’s place. As I knocked on the door, I realized I had to pee really badly. Valerie answered the door, and stumbled in past her.

“Brian and I broke up.” I said in a whiny voice.

Instead of the sympathy one would expect from a best friend, what I got instead was “Well, you probably shouldn’t have treated him like shit then, Court.”

“Excuse me?” I said, and looked back at her. I also realized when I looked back at her that she had really hit the gym since the last time I saw her. She was a complete knock out now. She had shorter brunette hair that sat just above her shoulders, a cute nose that ended just above a pair of full pouty lips. Her body was easily as good as or better than the hooters waitress. She had on typical Sunday afternoon outfit that just could not hide her body. A pair of Capri yoga pants and a short loose tee shirt that didn’t cover all of her toned belly, and a pair of track shoes. She also had two bright hazel eyes.

“You cheated on him. A LOT! He was bound to find out. Not to mention you didn’t treat him that well.” She replied with a bit of venom in her voice.

“Wow. Some best friend.” I replied.

“Well, what did you expect Court. You show up on my doorstep smelling of alcohol and reeking of sex, and tell me that your boyfriend, who you have been cheating on, dumped you.” She replied.

I had pretty much forgotten about my bladder until just now, when it refused to be ignored anymore. I felt a trickle coming out of me, and my eyes shot wide open. Valerie noticed my strange look, and called out after me as I ran to where Courtney’s memories told me her bathroom was. Instead of wasting time undoing Courtney’s overly tight pants, and peeing all over Valerie’s floor, I just hopped Courtney’s body into the bathtub, and sat down and let it go right through her jeans.

“What the fuck Courtney!” Valerie screamed at me as she came in the bathroom. Then she saw what I was up to, and was too stunned to speak.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to get any on your floor.” I said in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, Thanks.” She said as she sat down on the closed toilet. “You got pretty shaken up about this compared to last night, when you were all ‘fuck Brian, he drugged me,’ and ‘This is all his fault I’m glad I’ve been taking his money,’ so now this one eighty from before has be a bit baffled, Court. Almost like it’s not you.”

I looked up at her, and then around looking for mirrors or something, hoping that she didn’t see my face. She noticed me panicking and looking around the room.

“What’s wrong with you?” She said.

“Um, nothing. Can I have a towel please.” I asked.

“Yeah, but not a good one.” She said, as she dug one out of the cabinets.

“Thank you,” I said as I took the stained towel from her.

“Ok, something is going on here.” She said.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that she seemed to stick up for me to who she thought was Courtney just now, or maybe it was the fact that I wanted to talk to someone as myself, but I stood up, wrapped the towel around me, walked to her large bathroom mirror, and pointed to myself in it.

“What the fuck!?” Valerie replied. She blinked a few times to try and clear the odd image.

Chapter 4 - Being Angie the Hooters Girl

This is the fourth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

We walked into hooters and stood by the door for a second. Both of us looking around like kids in a candy store. I pointed out a brunette with a huge chest, but Dave discretely shook his head no. He pointed out another girl behind the bar that I didn’t think was quite up to par, and was about to try to say no when an absolutely stunning young blonde woman came bouncing up to us.

“Hi guys! My name is Angie, can I be your hooters waitress tonight?” She said with a big beaming smile. Both Dave and I started nodding immediately.

“Great! If you just want to follow me over to a table right here, I’ll get you guys taken care of.” She replied.

As Dave and I started following, both of us had our eyes riveted on her tight little ass wiggling back and forth in those tiny shorts. She led us back to a corner booth and flopped some menus down before standing back and waving us in. We piled into the booth, and before we could open our menus she asked us in her perky voice, “So, can I start you guys off with some beers? Maybe an appetizer?”

“Beers. Might as well bring a pitcher of lite.” I said.

Dave added, “I’ll have some motz sticks, Brian you want an appetizer?” he asked.

“Mine is right in front of me, I don’t need another one.” I replied back quickly.

Angie didn’t quite get the meaning, but quickly nodded and bounced off to put in the first part of our order. I looked at Dave and smiled.

“So, you think her? When, right now?” he asked.

“No, I’d like to relax a bit, have a few, and eat some grub. Plus it’s pretty busy in here. I need to hop her in the bathroom, cause there will be less eyes there. So, we need to watch for if she heads over there.” I replied.

“I can handle watching her for a bit. She is easy on the eyes.” Dave said as he looked around and smiled.

A few minutes later Angie stopped back with a pitcher and two glasses. She poured them, and handed them out before stating that she would be right back with the mozzarella sticks. She then bounded off again. I liked how perky she was. I was going to have to try to imitate that, I thought to myself.

I began sipping my beer, and Dave asked me how I found out about Courtney cheating. I told him a bit more of the story, but left our Burt’s name just incase. We then took turns calling her various derogatory terms. It made me feel a bit better, but no where near as good as knowing that I played a major part in the aching pussy she would have when she woke up.

Angie popped back over with a tray full of mozzarella sticks, and sat down next to Dave to make small talk and take our order.

“So guys, what can I getcha?” she asked as she leaned forward into the table squeezing her tits together in between her arms. She had to at least have a 36-22-34 figure. She had a small frame for how great her breasts were. I thought she also had cute blue eyes, but I don’t think Dave had gotten above her neck yet. Her hair was parted on the side, and then tucked behind her ears. It went down to just below her shoulders.

“I’m going to need some wings. Mild for tonight.” I replied.

“Oh come on, don’t you feel adventurous?” she teased.

“We will see later, I’m sure.” I replied. She smiled at me completely oblivious to her fate.

“I’d like the mushroom swiss burger with fries.” Dave said.

“Oh! I love that here. It’s great!” She said as she jotted it down.

“Eat here often?” I asked.

“Well, not that much. Have to look out for my figure.” She replied.

Dave and I just smiled at each other. She took that as her opportunity to head out, and left us once again to our beers. We finished the first pitcher, and had Angie bring us another one, and watched the dinner crowd clear out. Our food showed up a bit later, and we slowly ate it as more of the restaurant vacated out. Angie still had not made a move to the toilets, and I was getting worried that we would miss our opportunity. It was time to improvise. I winked at Dave and got up to head to the pisser myself. After I finished my business, I headed out the door to find Angie at the drink station right next to the bathrooms. I motioned to her to come over by me. She put down the cups she was holding and half skipped over to me.

“Angie, there is no paper toweling in the men’s room, do you have any napkins?” I asked.

“Sure,” she reached to the right at the drink station to grab some, then tried to hand them to me, but I pushed the door back open and took two steps inside, then held my hands out to her. She looked at me a bit odd, but took a few more steps up to the doorway, which was pretty much out of sight for the rest of the eating area.

I quickly reached up and put a hand over her mouth with my left hand, and grabbed her around the waist with my right hand to pull her the rest of the way in the restroom and swing the door shut for a touch more privacy.

I started mounting her immediately. She tried to scream, but my left hand was already goo, and it was already down her throat, so any screaming was useless. The rest of me was flowing into her just as quickly. I soon could feel her feet in her white tennis shoes. I could feel the nylons clinging tight to her toned legs. I felt her tight little panties gripping her little love-mound under those cute little orange shorts. I felt the tight white tank top around her torso, and the push up bra under the shirt encasing her magnificent tits. I felt her neck and shoulders and the tips of her hair swishing around on them. I felt her hands, and the stack of napkins she was still holding. I suddenly blinked her eyelids a few times, and then the room came into perspective from her much shorter vantage point. I turned to look in the mirror, and saw my face on our hooters waitress.

I was Angie.

I blinked a few more times and suddenly the door opened. I was about to apologize for being a girl in the boys room when I saw it was Dave. He looked at me a bit oddly, then asked, “Um… Brian?”

“Not Brian anymore. Angie. Angie Rollens. I’m 20 years old, I’m a natural blonde, I like horses, the color pink, and teasing boys with my body. I’m also a virgin, but not for much longer.” I said to Dave as I ran my new girly hands over my chest, down my waist, over my hips and then gave my hot new ass a new smack.

“Ok, ah… Angie, whatever… well, I gotta pee.” He said and walked over to one of the stalls.

“You know what, so do I. But it’s a good thing I got her now, because her shift is almost done, and she was just going to go at home. She doesn’t like going here, but I guess I don’t care.” I said to Dave with a smile.

I moved over to the urinal next to him, hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my short shorts, nylons, and g-string panties and pulled them down to mid thigh. I then leaned forward and bent at the knees to put my cute little rump as far into the urinal as I could manage and let her muscles holding back the flow release. Her piss came out in a flood. I looked over my shoulder to see Dave watching me intently, and giggled a bit. As the flow subsided to a trickle, I eased my way out of the urinal and wiped my new equipment with the paper toweling that was still in one of my hands. I then tossed it in the garbage and turned towards Dave, and pointed to my new vagina.

“Man, look, she’s completely shaved!” I exclaimed, with my shorts still around my thighs.

Even though Dave couldn’t take his eyes off my new little pussy, he managed to say that we should head out before someone notices I’m missing. I asked if he could get my clothes so I would get back out there faster, and he nodded. I then pulled up my tiny little g-string panty, got it situated right, and then got to work on the nylons, and tucking the shirt in the right spot and finally pulling the shorts up.

I then headed over to the sink, leaned way over and start washing my hands. I spent most of my time eyeing my own chest and staring down my shirt in the mirror. Dave’s eyes were glued on my ass, however.

I then straightened up, moved over for him to wash his hands while I dried mine, and then headed back out to be Angie Rollens, the hooters waitress. I grabbed the cups she had been holding before “helping me” and quizzed her sleeping mind as to what she was doing with them. I needed to bring two cola’s and a mountain dew to table fourteen. It was her only other table with people at it beside table eleven, but that was just Dave and I… well, Dave now, I thought.

I dropped the cups under the right nozzles, hit the buttons, and waited for the cups to fill. When they were close, I threw them on a tray, and headed over, using balancing techniques from Angie’s own mind to flawlessly walk over without spilling a drop. As I set down the drinks one of the guys complained, “Wow. Took long enough for how many people are in here.”

“Yeah, sorry, some guy was complaining about no hand towels in the bathroom. He was making a real big deal of it.” I replied.

“You want us to go over there and pound his ass?” One of the other guys said.

“Nope, I’ve already arranged for him to get pounded by a friend of mine all night long.” I replied with a smile as I tucked a wayward strand of hair back behind my ear. I can feel a still mildly unfamiliar heat begin to build in my little box just thinking about later tonight. “Anyways, what can I get you big men to eat?”

They rattle off there order and I jotted it down on a little pad that Angie had thoughtfully tucked into a pouch on belt that she wore around her waist. As I finish I smile, and turn to go put the order in, but instead of moving, I drop the pen I’m holding. Without bending my knees, just going over at the waist I go down to pick it up. I hesitate for a moment while I am bent over grabbing the pen, and I crane my neck around to see all the guys at the table staring at my ass. All three notice me looking at them. I straighten back up slowly, still looking at them, and wink at them once, then continue to on my way to turn in their order, shaking my hips a bit extra as I go.

As I stand by the computer screen to enter the order I just took using Angie’s memory as a guide another waitress walks up to me. She was the brunette girl with the huge cans that I had seen earlier. I quickly checked Angie’s mind for her name. It was Colleen. She had the most seniority here, and liked to use her chest to help her tips. Both she and Angie would sometimes work together at tables to also try and get more money out of men.

“Wow. Sweetie, that was a little blatant. Even for me.” Colleen told me.

“You think so? I don’t know what has gotten into me tonight,” I said with a chuckle, “But I just have to show the goods off. You see the guy at table eleven? He makes me so fucking randy. I think I’m going to head home with him tonight and pop my cherry.”

“Angie. That’s not something you just throw out to any random guy,” She said seriously.

“Ok, mom,” I replied, “Besides, he’s not random at all. You just don’t know it yet. But I would appreciate it if you went over there and helped me hook him.” I said.

She blinked a few times at the mom comment, and I knew from Angie’s memory that Colleen was anything but reserved, and liked to talk of her sexual exploits to some of the girls. She did not want to be known to Angie as a prude.

“Sure sweetie, if this guy really fits your fancy that much, I’ll go help you flirt with him.” She replied.

“Super. I have to get him another pitcher.” I said, and wiggled my eyebrows at her.

She just rolled her eyes, and headed off back to one of her tables. I grabbed an empty pitcher, filled it with Dave’s favorite beer, and headed over to him with it. When I got there I refilled his glass, set the pitcher down, and sat down next to him, leaning in close and pressing my breasts against his arm.

“After the table over there finishes up, my shift is done. We can head out, and do whatever you want.” I told him.

“Yeah? Sweet. Quite the show you put on over there, Angie.” He said to me.

“Oh Dave, are you jealous of the guys that don’t get to spend the rest of the night fucking this body? I mean, you are my best friend. If I did that for complete strangers just imagine what I have in mind for you.” I said seductively.

All Dave did in response was swallow very hard and smile. I reached over and grabbed his beer and quickly downed about half his glass, then refilled it before getting up and walking away. I knew from Angie’s memory that table fourteen’s order would be up soon. Just as got out of the seating area one of the cooks called out my name to let me know that the order was up. I quickly skipped over and grabbed the whole tray. Once again using Angie’s own skills I balanced the tray as I made my way back to table fourteen. I started to set the food in front of each guy, and opened up the various sauces in the containers they ordered. I then leaned way over in front of each one to check there drinks.

“You boys need another round?” I asked, while watching all of them stare down my shirt.

“Oh yeah,” The guy on the outer edge said enthusiastically.

I smiled, nodded, and skipped off to get them another round, heading back to the same soda station where I had hopped Angie. I quickly got the drinks, and returned to the table, making sure to rub my breasts against each guy as I set their drink down by them. I asked if they needed anything else, but they either had there mouth full, or they were staring to hard to pay attention to what I was saying, so I told them I’d check on them again in a bit, and headed back over by Dave.

I sat down across from him this time, and was shortly after joined by Colleen. As she sat down I smiled at her, and hugged her, then looked back at Dave. I leaned forward and asked him who he thought had a nicer chest. Colleen, knowing the game, and also not wanting to be outdone also leaned forward and pressed up next to me. Dave just stammered a bit, and said that we both had very nice chests. I looked at Colleen and giggled. I reached over to gently place my feminine hands under her huge cans and lift them up just slightly.

“Come on Dave, these are world class hooters right here. You are telling me you’d rather have mine pressed up against you tonight?” I asked. This time Colleen giggled, and swayed her chest back and forth a bit.

“Um, yeah, I think she has nice, um, hooters. But I really like yours too.” He managed to get out.

“Ah. That’s the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to me. See Colleen, I told you he was a keeper. I’m letting him take me home and screw me raw tonight. Wanna make it a threesome?” I asked.

Colleen’s eye got a bit wider, but she maintained her composure a lot better than Dave did, who almost choked on his beer.

“I think I’ll let you two have a good time, ok?” She said.

Dave stuttered out, “Check please.” I smiled at him, nodded, and both Colleen and I made our way back to the register. On the way the guys at table fourteen also flagged me down, and also wanted there check. I nodded and continued to head to the register.

Colleen pinched my little rump and told me to have fun and be safe. I smiled at her as the machine spit out the bills. I brought the bill to the three guys first, and they handed me a wad of cash and told me to keep the change. As I counted the money out it worked out to be about a ten dollar tip. I thanked them, and made a big show of asking them to come back again.

Then I headed over to Dave’s table. I plopped down along side of him, and gave him the bill. I then discretely placed my hand under the table and drew my fingers up the inside of his thigh. “I have to bus the tables real quick, but after that I’ll grab her stuff from her locker, and head over to your place, ok?”

“Yeah sure, meet you there.” He said and handed me some money.

As I counted it, I found out it was only a three dollar tip. I quickly stood up, looked down at him and said, “You’re a shitty tipper bud. You better be ready to work the rest off when I get to your place.”

He smiled at me, held up a pile of ones and said, “I’ve got all these to stuff in your g-string if you’re any good.” Then he grabbed my pile of stuff from when I was Brian and headed out.

With that, I skipped over and started cleaning off both tables so that I could head out. I made pretty quick work of them. I told the manager my tables were clean, and hugged Colleen, and said bye to the few other girls that were closing tonight. I made my way back to my locker to get my “ordinary” clothes. They were packed in a gym bag, so instead of changing into them, I just left them in the bag, grabbed her keys and headed out in my hooters uniform. Angie’s memory told me this was against the rules of working at hooters, but I didn’t really care if she got in trouble for it later.

I found her car easy enough. It was a little pink Cavalier of all things. I laughed at how much of a chick car it was. Complete with about half a dozen hair bands around the gear selector. I jumped in, threw my bag on the other side, started the car up, put it in drive, and headed to Dave’s house.

He had a nice place in the suburbs that he managed to get a great deal on, and in no time, I was pulling into his driveway. I could see the porch light on, and the front door open. I jumped out, and headed up the walk way. I closed the front door behind me, turned around and smiled to see him sitting on the couch, a remote in one hand, a beer in the other, and staring at me.

“Bry, you look fucking awesome.” He said.

“Thanks,” I replied, did a quick little spin for him, and then headed into the kitchen to grab myself a beer. I tried to twist the top off with my hand, but it really hurt my softer skin. I walked back in to the living room, sat down next to Dave, and handed it to him.

“Pussy.” He said, and quickly opened the twist off bottle.

“You have no idea.” I replied, as I took the beer back, and chugged some of it. “Oh man, Dave, you have no idea how good it feels in here. These little outfits are so fucking hot. The nylons constantly rubbing on your thighs, the feel of a tight pair of panties hugging your pussy and going up your hot little ass, and the jiggle of these titties every time you move. It’s like living inside a porno. You get to watch and feel.”

“Yeah, I’m ready for some feel. If you don’t mind that is.” He said to me.

I understood what he was after, and hopped up off the couch. I set my beer down on the coffee table, and then I turned around to face him sitting on the couch, and threw my leg over him. I then leaned over and undid the laces on my shoe. I pulled my foot out of it, and then moved to do the other one, while Dave looked down my shirt. When both my shoes where off, I slipped the tiny orange shorts down past my ankles, and then carefully rolled the nylons down, and then slipped them off my feet carefully one at a time. I stood back up and removed my tank top. I tossed it on a chair across the living room.

That left me in just a tiny white g-string and a white push up bra. I grabbed my beer from behind me, and then straddled Dave’s legs, bringing my tight little box right up to his jean covered cock. I leaned forward to press my chest to his, but he put down the remote, and used his free hand to push me back and start fondling my right breast. His hands could barely cover my tit, but he expertly kneaded it, and played with it until he started to use his fingers to make lazy circles around my nipple which started to poke out. My whole borrowed body started to heat up, and I licked my upper lips, while the other set of lips got moist themselves. I started to grind my crotch into his a bit, then tilted my head back and chugged the rest of my beer. I could feel his dick responding through his pants as I worked to swallow the beer.

I suddenly stood up, and said, “Oh no, I’m out. Better get another one.” As his hands clawed to get me back on top of him and continue.

“You nasty little tease.” He said to me, “If you are going to do that you better bring me one too.” He said as he swatted my bare ass.

“Eek!” I squealed as I felt the slap and heard the sound. I knew my ass would be red from that. I set my bottle down, and rubbed my tender backside as I walked to the kitchen to grab two beers. I quickly got them, and walked back, also eager to continue. I handed Dave both bottles, and while he opened the tops, I reached behind me to open mine. I shrugged off the bra, and took back the bottle that he handed me. I rubbed the cold container on my chest and watched as the nipples popped out to full extension. Dave set his beer down, reached up with both hands, and again fondled me, then his hands went down to my panties, pulling them to one side, he slipped a finger easily inside my moist little slit. I lost my breath immediately. He wiggled a finger a bit and I saw stars. And then he found my clit.

I just about crumpled to the floor, but Dave caught my much lighter form, and rotated me onto the couch so that I was leaning back against the arm rest, with my legs spread, and my pussy facing him. He continued to finger me, and play with my clit and the stars came back and danced around in front of my eyes. I managed to take another drink of my beer as he continued to use his fingers on my ever moistening pussy. I built and built and built until finally I got release as his finger stroked my clit just right, while another one traced down my lips. I sprayed ejaculate all over his hands and couch as I screamed “YES!” and then started to babble some other words that neither he nor I understood.

I blinked a few times, caught my breath, and then said thank you. He nodded and smiled. I took another long drink of my beer, and then suggested that he get out of his clothes. He practically jumped off the couch to rip his jeans and shirt off. I giggled when I saw he was wearing whitie-tighties underneath. I took another long drink of beer, and really began to feel buzzed. I blinked a few times and realized it must be because Angie was so tiny, and hadn’t really drank before. I then remembered back to Courtney. She must have really been a lush to not be as buzzed as Angie’s body was after just a couple beers. I downed the rest of the beer, enjoying the feeling, and then sat up.

“We should take this to the bedroom.” I suggested.

Dave nodded eagerly, also finished his beer, and we both headed upstairs to his room. I slipped my panties down to my knees in front of the couch, and then let gravity take them the rest of the way down. I stepped out of them, and continued to follow Dave into his room. When he got there, he also dropped his drawers, and climbed onto the bed and laid on his back. His dick was already pointing at the ceiling. I took it as an invitation and climbed on top of him. Even though I was wet enough to be dripping, my borrowed pussy was still really tight, so it was a bit of work to slide him in, so I took my time getting down until I felt his head pressing against my hymen. I gave myself a bit of a bounce and pushed down through it. It hurt, but also felt good. I continued sliding him down until his dick bottomed out in my womb. He reached up to start playing with my breasts, and I put my hands on the bed to support myself, and started bouncing. There was a bit of pain, but also a lot of pleasure. And the longer it went on, the less pain there was, and the more pleasure. I was on top, so I could control the tempo, and how hard we slammed together. Dave and I gave all of Angie’s equipment a thorough test drive, and just as I was about to cum, I felt his dick surge inside of me, and it sent me over the edge to another orgasm. I left his dick inside of me. I felt him getting softer and smaller, but occasionally he would spurt more cum inside me, and I would get mini aftershocks of orgasm. It was great.

Finally, I got off him, still panting, and made my way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I sat on the toilet to empty myself out, and relieve my bladder. When I was done I used toilet paper to clean up the best I could. I headed back to the bedroom and found Dave rolled over and passed out. I shook my head, shut the lights off, and climbed in. As I laid down and pulled the sheets over myself, I felt something.

That bastard had taken his side so that I would have to sleep in the wet spot.

Chapter 3 - The Next Day

This is the third story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I woke up to daylight shining in my eyes for the second time in two days. And while that alone almost never happened, the part that I could not believe was the fact that I woke up in my girlfriend’s body. So much had happened since yesterday morning when I found out through Burt borrowing Courtney’s body that I was a body hopper.

I rolled over, and reached down, and began to play with Burt’s dick. He began to wake up just as it was starting to get hard enough to be of use to me, so I pulled him gently onto his back, and straddled him. I began to grind, and bounce like he had done to me in this exact body not that long ago. I could feel him grow inside of me to his full girth. I leaned forward and whispered, “Morning” in his ear.

He grunted in acknowledgement, and I continued to do the work. I stated to pant, and bounce. I could feel a bit of sweat trickle down the small of my back. I could feel myself building again, and was on my way to the first orgasm of the day, but just before I got there, I felt Burt release inside of me. I desperately ground against his now shrinking member, but it quickly deflated, and became too soft.

“Sorry, kid, you were a bit too good.” He said with his hands behind his head, a smile on his face.

“Any chance for a round two?” I asked, hope in my voice.

“Sorry Brian, I don’t have that many rounds in the chamber these days. But, when I’m in a chick, especially a hot young blonde, I can go all night.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“You want to switch again?” I asked. I knew I would be sad to leave Courtney’s hot little body, but at the same time, I was horny and wanted to screw, and Burt was damn good in her. He shrugged leaving it up to me.

“Sure, how do I get out of her?” I asked.

“Same way you got in, just want to leave. I know that will be hard, but I’m sure you’ll manage.” He said with a smile.

I laid back down on the bed, and focused on wanting to be me again. Wanting to get out of Courtney’s body so that Burt and I could switch and play some more. I suddenly felt a tingle all over. I was loosing the sensations of Courtney’s body. I started to feel myself ooze out of her. I was flowing out of everywhere. Her skin, her mouth, her ears, her ass and pussy. I soon felt like I was entirely out of her, and was starting to reform at the foot of the bed. I soon could see and smell again. I blinked a few times, brought my hands up to my face, and blinked a few more times as I looked at the hands I had known before I found out I was a body hopper. My hands.

I looked over at Burt, who nodded in approval, then looked over at Courtney’s sleeping form, and then without further communication, started to flow back into my sleeping girlfriend’s body. He moved much faster than me, but I suppose he also had a lot more practice. I watched, completely fascinated as he turned into a clear blob, and disappeared into my girlfriend’s – ex-girlfriend – I reminded myself, body to take control of it a second time.

Before his eyes even fluttered open, her hands were moving from her sides to cup her breasts. “Oh I missed these babies.” He said as he then started to sit up. “Well, I need a shower. I think I made breakfast yesterday, so I believe it’s your turn today. After that, I was hoping for a repeat performance on the couch.”

“Sounds like a definite plan, Burt.” I replied, and grabbed a new pair of boxers, and headed for the kitchen.

As I started to cook I heard Burt start the shower up, and began to think about my day. This was the second time in a row I would be a no call no show at work, so I was probably in deep crap. I figured perhaps I or maybe Burt could call from Courtney’s body and tell them that I had a family emergency come up in a different state. Yeah, that might work. Or I could just not go back at all, I also thought. That got me thinking about how Burt lived, one body to the next, no place to call home, but that also just didn’t seem to be in the cards for me. At least not right now.

After about 15 minutes, I heard the shower shut off, and soon enough I felt petite feminine arms wrap around me, and slowly work there way down into my boxers to fondly my package as I cooked.

“About time, I was worried I would burn everything.” I said to Burt.

“Hey, a girl has to take her time preparing and making herself pretty and shit.” He said back to me with a chuckle.

I scraped breakfast onto some plates, and we ate standing up at the counter like two complete bachelors. I was pretty preoccupied by the fact that Burt had just left Courtney’s body completely nude after the shower, and so I was spending most of my time just staring at his chest, the shape of his borrowed body, and the tight pussy that was on prominent display.

He quickly noticed that I was openly staring, and decided to put on a bit of a show. He would do little hops and make his titties bounce a few times, or reach down with a hand to wipe some moisture off his pussy, and then lick his fingers while making a bit of a moan. Once he had his fill of breakfast, he spread his toned legs a bit, and put the handle of the spoon he had been using into his pussy, then pulled his hand away, and gyrated a bit to see how long he could hold the spoon in while clenching his pussy muscles. Eventually he just let it go and it fell to the floor between his feet with a loud clank.

He turned around to pick up the spoon, and while he was bent over I took the opportunity to drop my boxers and put my now fairly hard dick up against his exposed vaginal lips. I could feel how moist his borrowed pussy was as I gently positioned myself. As soon as I was lined up Burt ignored the spoon, and instead leaned back against me, impaling his female form on me. I reached down to grab his waist and started to roughly pump into him. Eventually he decided to turn to his right, and sweep the dirty dishes out of the way so he could brace himself on the counter we just ate at, I took a step or to around also to stay lined up, and quickly went back to my rhythm. He started to pant, and call out “yes!” and the harder and faster I went the harder he called out “Yes!” I could only imagine what the neighbors would think. Finally I felt his pussy flood with moisture, and I knew he had just cum. Burt laid his torso down on the counter top, catching his breath. So I stopped my thrusts but left my dick in. Every now and then I would twitch it just a little bit, and it would send mini tremors down his waist and back, and into his feminine shoulders.

After a few moments, his breathing wasn’t ragged any more, and he stood up, my dick making a sucking sound as it pulled out. He grabbed my hand, and dragged me over to the couch, where he quickly pushed me down, and jumped on top of me. This time, though he was turned facing my feet. I reached up with my hands and put them on the small of his back, putting my thumbs on the little dimples I knew Courtney had on the top of her butt cheeks.

Burt began bouncing and grinding again. The panting and calling out “Yes” and occasionally “fuck me” started to come out again. I could feel his pussy juices leaking down all over me and the couch. I wasn’t long before I felt yet another release from Burt’s borrowed box as well. This time, though, he never really stopped bouncing, he just kept going, and managed to say in ragged breaths, “Wow, this bitch has a hair fucking trigger. Her pussy is just freaking purring!”

He continued to bounce for a while, and I was actually getting close, but wanted to make it last, so I grabbed hold of Burt’s waist for a second to stop him. He craned his head around to look at me and see why I had stopped him and smiled back when I winked at him. He then started rotating his hips around a bit, keeping it going for him. After a few minutes, we resumed the full on fucking.

And that’s how it went, once again, for at least two hours. He would happily bounce away, grinding, rubbing, circling his feminine hips, and eventually come on top of me, and whenever I would get close, I would stop him for a bit to let myself reset, then we would continue where we left off. Finally, I had had enough, though, and couldn’t take anymore. Burt was back to bouncing and calling out “Yes!” in short pants, and I just let myself go.

He kept pumping until he felt me start to get soft, and then he sat forward to let my dick pull out, turned to sit on the tops of my legs, and looked at me.

“Wow kid. Just wow.” He said with a smile as he used his delicate right hand slowly circle an exposed nipple.

I was pretty exhausted. I just laid there for a bit.

“Kid, I am going to go out and pick up a cell phone that I am going to take with me so when I find a good body I can call you. This bitch fucked up badly by running around on you.” He told me. I could feel my seed and his pussy juices leaking out onto my thigh.

“Yeah, that sounds great Burt. I’d enjoy that too. But I’d like to try it also, you know? Not that I’m not grateful or anything.” I replied.

“Oh yeah kid, I know. I have a few male friends that I’ve made over the years that I will call and let hit a hottie body that I have collected. I’d suggest you try that. But be really careful who you tell. And the fewer the better. Obviously people get a bit uptight when they find some guy in a loved one’s body banging random guys.” He told me.

“I need a shower. Badly.” I said.

“Yeah, on that note, I think I’m about done here. You have learned as much as I can teach you. I think it would be good for you to make a hop or two on your own, also.” He said.

I was disappointed to hear that Burt was heading out, but I also wanted to try my new ability some more. “Yeah, ok. You want my cell number? Are you taking Courtney with you?” I asked.

“Nope, already got the number from Courtney,” He replied pointing to his head, “And I think I’m going to ditch her body here, and head out incognito, if you don’t mind. Plus, with the fucking you just put on her, her pussy is pretty tender.”

“Whatever you want.” I replied as Burt stood up and headed off to hallway. I then stood up and headed for the shower.

I turned the water on and climbed in. The water instantly refreshed me. I had sore joints from the all out fucking over the past couple days, and I also smelled pretty bad. As I washed myself I thought about the rest of the day, and began making plans. I took my time, as I was in no hurry, and the water felt refreshing.

I finally finished, dried off, and wrapped the towel around myself. I walked out to see a note on the counter-top.

Brian,

I had a great time, kid! We have got to do this again soon. Remember, practice often, it will help speed everything up, but be careful. And don’t let word get out about us. If you do, there are hoppers out there that want to keep us a secret, and they will come after you. I’m not trying to scare you, just warn you. Also, watch out for any other hoppers. Most of us are just out for a good time, but some of us can get pretty out of control. And also watch out for any would be hoppers that see your face on a mount’s body. Make sure you at least get their name and phone number so you can initiate them some time. That’s about it. Don’t have too much fun. By the way, I borrowed a pair of pants, a tee shirt, and some sandals. I hope you don’t mind. If you do, oh well.

Burt.

I chuckled at the last part. I then picked up the phone and called my friend Dave. I was ready to have some fun, but I needed just a tad more revenge first.

“Hey buddy what’s going on?” He said, obviously seeing my number on the caller ID, “Aren’t you suppose to be at work or something?”

“Yeah, not a big deal right now, I needed a few personal days. Something big happened.” I replied.

“Really?” He sounded concerned, “What happened Brian?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you everything over the phone, but it pretty much starts with Courtney cheating on me.” I said.

“Oh shit, Brian, I’m sorry man. You wanna grab some beers? Call her names? Try to pick up a rebound skank?” he replied.

“Actually, that is what I want to do, but before we do that I need you to do me a favor. And if you are my best friend you will do it.” I replied.

“Sure man, you know that.” He said instantly.

“I want you to come over to my apartment and fuck Courtney.” I said.

“Wait… But… She hates me Brian. And then she’d be cheating on you with me, and…” he stammered.

I cut him off, “Dave. Shut up. Get over here. Big news remember. Bigger than Courtney. Better than Courtney. She will be waiting. She will want to fuck you. Then we will go out, and I guarantee we will both get lucky with whatever rebound girl you want. But you have to do me that favor first.”

“Ok Brian. I’m on my way. Better give me a half an hour or so.” He replied the doubt heavy in his voice. He must have thought I lost it. I hung up the phone, and headed for the bedroom.

There on the bed, still out cold, was Courtney, my bitch cheating ex-girlfriend. Burt said to practice, so I figured one more romp around as her couldn’t hurt. Plus it was a bit more revenge. I sat down on the bed next to her, and put my hands on her. I concentrated on wanting to be her. I quickly got the tingly sensation, and watched my fingers start to flow into her skin. It was far faster than the first time I did this the other night. I quickly lost my sense of sight, and could only feel myself melting into her, and then once again, began to pick up new sensations of being her. I felt the bed under my new body. I felt the hair around my neck and scalp. I felt the weight of my chest, my perky new boobs pulling to the sides of my body. I felt the sticky residue on my thighs, and could still feel a trickle of my seed and pussy juices running down the crack of my ass.

I soon blinked a few times, and sat up. I had a lot to do, and didn’t have a lot of time to do it in. First things first, I grabbed the phone and called my boss’s direct number. He was almost always there, so I knew he would pick up. When he answered I started talking, “Hello, Mr. Burgstrom? Hi, this is Courtney, Brian’s um… sorta-girlfriend, and he had a family emergency back home, and had to catch a flight out the other day. I think something about his dad being really sick, but to be honest I was too stupid to pay attention to the whole conversation. He asked me to call you and explain it to you yesterday, but I’m a stupid whore, and I forgot. So, please don’t like, fire him and stuff. Ok, thanks! Bye!” I said and quickly hung up. My other job I really didn’t like, so I just decided not to call them.

I then realized I smelled again, and quickly headed back to the shower, as I wanted to be ready for Dave. I tried not to get my long hair wet as much as possible, because I knew it would be a pain to dry in time, but I washed the rest of Courtney’s body off from the sexing that Burt and I had given it. I spent a little time playing with my new nipples, and then ran a hand down to her pussy, but Burt was right when he said it was getting tender. After I got done with Dave I imagine she would wake up to one aching little cunt. I smiled a bit as that thought ran through my brain.

I shut off the shower and dried off quickly and headed back for the bedroom to pick out an outfit. I was looking through Courtney’s lingerie drawer when I thought maybe I could just have her pick out the outfit that I would use to offer up her pussy to my best friend. I thought about outfits to turn guys on, and so many images of her in random pieces of lace, silk, velvet, and cotton came back it didn’t even help to narrow it down. I did notice a lot of teddy’s though. They were in the next drawer down. I quickly picked out a black one that was near the top, and stepped into it, bringing it up, and adjusting, and then dropping my chest into it before bringing the straps up to rest on my shoulders. I then wandered back through the bedroom to find the knee high black 4” heeled boots that Burt had worn the other day. After stepping in, and zipping up I was about to find something else to wear over the top when heard a knock at the door.

“Oh well, this will work.” I said as I smiled at the image of Courtney’s hot body in the mirror on the vanity in our bedroom.

I quickly made my way to the door, and opened it all the way. On the other side was Dave, taking a sip of a soda. He just about spit it all over as he saw me there.

“Come on in Dave, thanks for coming over on such short notice.” I said as I walked back in the living room.

He came in, closed the door, and followed me mutely. I turned around to face him in the middle of the living room, struck a pose with one leg cocked to the side, and my hands on my hips.

“You ready to fuck?” I asked, “Where and how do you want me?”

“You are serious? Where are the hidden cameras? Where is Brian?” He stammered.

“Are you going back on your deal?” I asked.

“He told you about that?” he replied, while shifting uncomfortably on his feet, but openly staring at me.

“I will explain everything to you after we are done. I promise. But we should get this over with, and then I will prove to you that seeing is believing.” I replied.

Without waiting for any other answer I walked to the bedroom, laid down on the bed, and spread my legs invitingly. Dave walked in a few minutes later. He must have needed to think a minute.

“You can tie me up, if you want.” I said seductively while putting my arms above my head, then continued with, “However you want to use and abuse me.”

That was pretty much all it took. I saw the bulge start to build in the front of his pants and he didn’t need anymore convincing. He unfastened his pants and dropped them to the floor. I reached down, and pulled the crotch strap of my thong’d teddy to one side, exposing my already moist and sorely abused pussy.

He climbed onto the bed, and wasted no time pressing the head of his cock up against my lips.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked with a note of finality in his voice.

To answer I wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me. He responded in kind by slamming into my borrowed box hard. I whimpered a bit as my pussy was a bit raw, but overall enjoyed the feeling. He began to hammer away with growing passion. I was enjoying the hard fucking, and was starting to chant him on.

“Oh yes. Yes. Fuck me! YES! Give it to me. Slam it into that pussy! Harder! Yes!” I chanted louder and louder.

I could once again feel the waves of pleasure growing. I knew this time I would get to experience another orgasm. He was increasing pace, and I was getting ready to topple over the edge. I felt a release inside me, and that triggered my orgasm. I saw stars. I dug my heels into Dave’s back, which caused him to thrust one last time into me, giving me little after shocks of mini-orgasms. I was satisfied once again.

He slowly got off me, and I handed him a few tissues from the side of the bed to clean himself up on. He took it, wiped himself clean and started pulling on his underwear and pants again.

“Ok, so what the fuck is all this about.” He asked, after he had zipped up.

I just smiled at him, replaced the teddy over my leaking and now very sore cunt, and hopped off the bed to walk towards the vanity.

“Well Dave, I know you and Courtney never really got along that well, and you always told me she was hot, but using me, and I figured if you thought she was hot, the least I could do before dumping the stupid bitch was let you fuck her.” I told him plainly.

“Wait… Courtney, wait,” He stammered, but I could almost see the light bulb turning on in his mind, “Oh no fucking way, Brian? But how?”

I pulled him over to the mirror and reaching up with my delicate little hand turned his head towards the mirror. He saw my image in the mirror, did a double take to my real face, which to him looked just like Courtney did every other day, except she would have been complaining about something. He then stumbled backwards until he landed on the bed with a thump.

“Well, we should get going. I’m going to hop out of her, and I’ll get you up to speed on the way out.” I said as walked around the bed to the other side, laid down, and began to dismount my ex.

Dave turned to watch me ooze out of every pore and hole in her body, until I was just regular old me at the foot of the bed. I rummaged through my drawers to find a pair of wind breakers and a tee shirt. I quickly threw them on, and turned around to find Dave looking like he had seen a ghost.

“If I had not just seen that with my own fucking eyes, I would swear up and down the past hour did not just happen and was a weird dream.” He said while now looking at the ground.

“C’mon. Let’s go have some fun. I’ll tell you all about it on the way.” I motioned to him as I walked out the door.

He got up and followed me as I grabbed my apartment key, and my phone, and slide on a pair of sneakers. Out the door I went, and down to the small parking area and up to the passenger side of Dave’s truck. He unlocked the doors and we both climbed in.

“Head north up 87,” I told him.

“Ok. Explanation.” He said with a bit of edge in his voice.

“Well, first off, you can’t tell anyone about this. You have to swear that to me right now.” I said.

“Brian, if I told someone that my best friend just oozed his way out of his girlfriend no one would believe me anyways.” He replied.

“Ex-girlfriend.” I corrected.

“Whatever.” He said, “Ok, fine, no one knows.”

“Super. Well, you see, Courtney was out in a club about three nights ago, and ran into this guy with special powers. He could take over people’s bodies. He ran around in her body screwing all her boyfriends, and when he got to me, I could see his face on her body. Well, apparently that makes me special also, and he shows me how to do it as well. So we spent all yesterday and this morning making sure that she wakes up with the worst aching pussy a chick has ever known, and I decided that if I was going to leave her, I might as well give you a shot at her. You know?” I spelled it all out for him.

“No fucking way.” He replied.

“Oh, take this exit here, and head left.” I mentioned quickly, and Dave altered our course.

“This is just to wild… but one question. Why Courtney’s body?” he asked.

“Well, I guess because she is hot. And hot chicks can get laid just about anytime they want. And the sex from their end is about 50 times better, and they get to have multiple orgasms.” I replied, before adding, “Turn in here.”

Dave turned quickly, found a parking spot, and looked at me. “Ok, so why are we here to drink beer when we could have picked up a case. It’s cheaper that way. Plus you could have kicked Courtney out when she woke up.”

“Dave, I’m not here to just drink beer. Who brings you the beer here?” I asked.

“The waitress.” He said, then continued, “And the waitress is a hot hooters girl.” He finished with a smile.

“Exactly my friend. You buy the beers, I will provide the rebound slut. We are both guaranteed to get some tonight. Just don’t drink so much you can’t perform.” I replied as I opened the door to head inside.

Dave followed me with a ten foot smile.

Chapter 2 - I Take My Turn

This is the second story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I had gotten ready and my new friend Burt (In my girlfriend’s body) and I were driving to a nice little restaurant that I knew of when Burt turns to me and says that he would rather head for a sports bar or something, and when I agree, he is so excited he un-straps his seat belt, and leans over and gives me some of the best road head I have ever experienced.

After about 15 minutes, and almost causing two accidents we arrive at a little sports bar I often went to when I needed to blow off some steam. We park around the backside and Burt is wiping a bit of my cum off from around his lips as I thank him.

“No prob kid, I owed you big time for all the muff diving you did earlier today. It was really the least I could do.” He said as he got out of the car. With the short skirt, and with how low the car was, and the fact that Burt just swung one of Courtney’s legs out, had there been anyone in the parking lot they would have gotten quite the show.

We walked around to the front door, and the hostess Michelle, waved to me, and got us a table in the back, a bit away from everyone else in the restaurant/bar but by a few big screens with more sports highlights. She made small talk with us as she laid the menus out.

“Wow Brian, I don’t think your girlfriend has ever been in here with you before. It’s so nice to meet you! My name is Michelle.” She said to both me and Burt, oblivious to the fact that Courtney was not at the controls of her own body.

“Nice to meet you to Michelle, My name’s… um… Courtney” Burt stumbled for a bit, which I chuckled at, and then he continued, “The reason you don’t usually see me, is Brian here is hung like a horse, and I like to get fucked often, so I’m usually to sore to walk by now.”

Both Michelle and my eyes both went as wide as plates for a second, but Michelle quickly recovered, and then asked quietly if we wanted anything to drink.

“I’d love a beer sweet cheeks. Anything cold will do as long as it’s in a bottle.” Burt replied.

“Um, I’d like a lite please, bottle too.” I added.

Michelle just smiled, and walked away, but I saw her shaking her head out of the corner of my eye.

“HA! Did you see the look on her face, kid? That was hilarious.” Burt said to me as he leaned forward, and my girlfriend’s boobs threatened to spill out of her shirt.

“Yeah, Burt. What about all that crap about a being found out, or whatever?” I asked.

“Oh calm down kid, you have to have a bit of fun. You’ll see… which reminds me, how do you feel? Are you ready to hop in a body of your own yet? Michelle there might be a fun one to pop your cherry on.” He asked.

“Um, I feel fine I guess. Not any different then when you told me I wasn’t a body hopper. I don’t think I want to try a hop yet, sorry Burt, I’m just not up to it yet.” I said.

“Sounds fine. Sometimes the live ones in a public place isn’t the best way to pop your cherry anyways. Take your time, besides, it can take a few minutes to a few days for your new powers to fully take hold, so we don’t need to rush, besides, I’m having a blast. This is the most fun I’ve had in a month.” He replied, and just then Michelle came back with our drinks.

“So, you guys know what you want to eat?” She asked, pad and pen ready.

“I’m going be the hot wings. I want a huge pile of hot wings. And keep the beers coming.” Burt said as he leaned in towards her, once again making Courtney’s breasts just about pop out of her top.

“I’m just gonna be a cheeseburger, mustard, onions, hold the ketchup. Thanks.” I added to the order, while watching Michelle stare at how blatant Courtney seemed to be acting tonight.

“Alrighty, I’ll put this in, thanks.” She said, and walked back towards the kitchen, once again shaking her head.

Burt got up, grabbed his beer, and told me he wanted to play some pool. I got up and followed him, the whole time staring at Courtney’s ass waving back and forth, and the skirt threatening to wave up high enough to reveal some sight of ass cheek. Burt picked out his favorite pool stick from a pile along side the table while I threw some quarters in and started racking up the balls. When I was done I made a gesture for him to go first, and said, “Ladies first.”

That got a smile out of him, so he grabbed the cue ball, and set it where he wanted it, then bent WAY over the table in front of me to make his first shot. The loose and very short pleated skirt that he had picked out barely covered the shapely ass he had borrowed when he was standing up, So with being bent over a pool table at the waist, the skirt was pretty much just sitting on his shapely back, and Courtney’s ass and thong covered pussy were pretty much on display. The pool table Burt had chosen was also pretty much right in the front by all the busy tables and the bar. He took more than a few seconds to line up a shot, and by the time he was ready to make his shot he had every guy in the bar either staring blatantly, or ribbing the guy next to them and pointing at the “girl” with her goods on display.

He smiled as he hit the cue ball with his pool stick, he knew the reaction he was getting with my girlfriend’s hot body, and he was enjoying it. Especially when he looked up to see me smiling as well, and slightly shaking my head at his brashness. He made a good hit on the break, and he got two balls in on the first try. I was impressed.

He proceeded to sashay about the pool table taking shot after shot, and bending over ridiculously low every time to give everyone a view that was behind him, and to be honest in front of him too, as his borrowed breasts were also just about poking out. After 4 more shots, he finally missed putting a ball in, and it was my turn. He stood up and you could hear an audible groan in the bar as Burt had pretty much made this game of pool a spectator sport. He giggled in that odd little giggle of his, and walked over to the wall to take a drink of his beer and wait for me to take my shot.

I walked around the table, and as I bent over to line up my shot I looked up at him, he had the pool stick grasped in one hand, running the other hand up and down the stick like it was some kind of huge penis, and was slowly and seductively licking his lips while making eye contact with a few random guys in the bar. I missed my shot. I also believe someone dropped a beer bottle. Burt just smiled.

I walked back to the wall, and Burt continued the show. He was once again in champion’s form as he sank another two balls. As he bent over the next time I saw a camera flash go off, but when I looked around I couldn’t find the guy that did it. Burt laughed, and continued, while mentioning, “If he got my face in that picture, I wish I could see his face when he develops it.” He made quick work of the rest of the balls, but took his time bent over the table for the eight ball, and wiggled a his cute little Dari air a little bit just to let everyone know that the show was pretty much over, and this was the finale. He easily sank it, downed the rest of his beer in one big gulp, and then suggested we head back to the table.

Michelle saw us head back, and being the good hostess that she is brought Burt another beer, along with three fruity girly drinks, and the promise that two other guys had bought her shots in addition to the three girly drinks, and that ‘Courtney’ just had to pick them out and Michelle would bring them by.

“We men are so easy Brian.” He said then did his giggle.

“Well, it was quite a show you put on.” I told him as I raised my bottle to toast him. He raised his, we clinked tops, and then both took a long drink of our beers.

“You know, I actually am feeling like I’d like to try hopping now. But I don’t think I want to take Michelle, she’s my friend and always been so nice to me, plus, I’m just not certain how to do it.” I said as I looked down at my beer.

“Well, how about your cheating ex-girlfriends body? We could head to the rest room, and I could hop out of her. She would be unconscious for a bit, so she will be easy to hop into, and it would pop your cherry on an easy one. Plus, she’s a real fun ride.” Burt replied back to me as he felt his female chest up once more.

“Really, you’d do that for me?” I asked, astonished that Burt would give up his fun for me.

“Oh hell yeah. I’m pretty sure your clothes with fit, they are pretty loose on you, and if they don’t well, then I guess Michelle will be back on the table for a possible body hop, no offense to your friend or anything, but I can run around naked.” He replied.

He then got up, grabbed Courtney’s purse, and motioned for me to follow. The bathrooms were in the back by our seats, and out of the way, and site. Seeing as Michelle was the only other girl in the restaurant tonight, being as the one other waiter and both bartenders were guys, we opted for the ladies room, as there was far less of a chance of interruption.

Burt set Courtney’ purse on the counter by the sinks, went into the first stall, sat down on the toilet, and with the stall door still open smiled at me, and then started to dismount her. It looked like a clear sort of mucus coming out of Courtney. It started to pull away from her face, but as a few seconds past, the mucus was coming out of every exposed piece of skin, her ears, her mouth, and I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like her pussy and ass had a lot of flow as well. Soon enough the mucus started to solidify, and before I knew it I was looking at a naked 40 year old, just a slight bit over weight, man with Burt’s face. He offered me his hand, and said in the voice that I had come to know as his, “Nice to meet you in the flesh Brian, she’s all yours.”

At that, I took all my clothes off, and handed them to Burt, and walked over to where Courtney sat, unconscious. She had her own pretty face again. I looked back out of the stall, and said, “how do I do it Burt?”

“Just touch her skin, and want to be her, my boy.” He replied as he yanked on my jeans.

I reached forward and touched her cheek. I told myself I wanted to be her. I tried to press my hand to her cheek a bit harder. I wanted a bit harder. Nothing happened. Burt stopped dressing, and said, “You know bud, sometimes it takes a bit to manifest your powers. If we have to I can take her over again, and we can head back out. No harm no foul.”

Just as he finished those words, and was about to pull my hand back, I felt something shift in my fingers. They turned into that mucus that Burt previously was. I felt my slimy appendages begin to run up Courtney’s nose, and sink into her skin. I began to feel my whole body flow to her. My other hand touched her neck and started to slim over. My legs touched hers and they to began to dissipate into the unconscious girl in front of me. My eyes no longer easily looked over her head, I was smaller as more of me flowed into the sleeping girl. Suddenly my face must have become that mucus, as I could no longer see, only feel. Feel myself going into Courtney.

Then I began to have new feelings. Feelings of a small pair of feet. They were pressed up at an odd angle, and the toes were kind of mashed together. I felt a pair of toned and very exposed legs. I could feel the cold porcelain of the toilet on my now well rounded rump. I could feel a thong pulled tightly over a familiar pussy, but I had never experienced it from this angle. I felt that same thong riding tightly up the crack of my new shapely ass, and felt my newly acquired panties hugging my narrow waist, and above that the top of the skirt clinging tightly. I felt the cotton tank that I Burt had dressed her in before we headed out on her taunt stomach. I felt the lacey bra encasing two wonderfully large C cup breasts that until just recently I was drooling over from across a small table. I felt her petite shoulders, exposed in the tank top, and her long arms with her delicate little fingers. I felt hair tickling my new neck, and could suddenly move a new tongue over some foreign teeth, with the after taste of the beer that Burt was drinking, which was different then my preferred kind. Suddenly I could see through my new eyes, and everything came into focus as I blinked twice.

I looked out of the stall, through the open door, past Burt, and to the large mirror behind the sinks and counter top. I looked at my reflection on Courtney’s beautiful body. I stood up a bit unsteady on my new feet, not use to being in heels, but too engrossed in my new reflection to really care about a bit of a shake. I watched as my reflection’s hands moved to my new chest, stupidly caressing the tits I was now proud to possess. I moved them down and under my skirt, lifting it up with one hand, and running a finger down my new vaginal groove. It sent shivers down my new spine. I was broken out of my self-love by Burt’s gruff voice.

“Not bad for a newbie kid. But when it’s a live one, you want to wrap your arms around her, and cover her mouth so she can’t scream or get away. You should also practice hopping, and you will get faster at it.” He told me in a matter fact voice.

He then started to dig around in Courtney’s purse before pulling out one of my old tee shirts. “And always toss a pair of shorts or boxers and a tee in your new purse incase you have to ditch a body. You don’t want to have to wander around naked. Or in our case be in a bar with a second guy wearing the first guys clothes. Just the change of a tee shirt, and no one will notice the jeans. C’mon, lets go see if the food is ready.” He then handed me my purse, after he tossed my old tee shirt into it.

I slung it over my shoulder, and doing the best I could in my new heels walked out of the bathroom after Burt, and back to our table. I sat down on the chair, or maybe more so gently crashed as I was not real good at balancing on heels yet. I reached across the table to get the beer that I was drinking, and at the same time handed Bert’s old one to him. I smile a large toothy smile at him, and he sort of chuckles back at me, which I can only guess is that odd giggle that comes out in a girl’s body.

As we are just about finishing up with our beers Michelle shows up with our food. She has a bit of a scowl on her face, and places the food on the table in the middle. She then looked at the two of us, and said, “Where did Brian go?”

“Brian had a… previous appointment… that ah… Burt here came in to remind him about. And he felt bad that he had to rush out, so he told Burt to keep me company.” I replied, while looking at her, hoping she bought it. Burt nodded to back my story up.

“Oh, well, um sweet cheeks,” she emphasized the last words before continuing, “when you are going to dress like that, you need to be certain you don’t slide down the back of your chair, as your skirt flips up around your back, and you give everyone in the bar a free show, but maybe that’s what you wanted, judging from the pool game performance.”

I suddenly felt the cool draft on my backside, and I could feel my face instantly turn start burning as I turned red from embarrassment. I reached behind me to flip the short skirt down and I looked up at Michelle and said, “Um… I’m gonna need one of those shots now. Please.”

“Sure sweet cheeks, what’ll it be?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“She wants a blow job.” Burt spouted out suddenly before I could answer. “Two of them. And another beer chaser, but switch her to the lites.”

Michelle looked at me to confirm the order, but I was still to embarrassed to put together a decent sentence, so I just nodded, feeling the hair swish about my neck. Michelle shook her head at me that time and walked away.

“Wow, Brian, you are fire engine red. Not just your face, either.” Burt said to me as soon as Michelle was out of hearing distance while pointing at my chest. I looked down to see that the red was not just on my face, but my entire chest was flushed.

“Sorry, I’m not use to being quite the exhibitionist that you are yet.” I replied, as I reached for the burger, and pulled it over.

“A few more drinks and we’ll see how you turn out,” he said to me with a smile as he dove into the plate of wings.

It felt odd to be eating a normal sized burger, but have it seem huge because your hands are so tiny. I was completely stuffing my face when Michelle came back with two shots and two new beers for us. She saw my cheeks puffed out with burger and rolled her eyes. “change your mind about the wings, sweet cheeks?” she commented.

“Well, it is a woman’s prerogative.” I replied through a full mouth of food.

She set the drinks down and walked away. I looked at Burt and said, “Wow, she was never so bitchy to me before.”

“Don’t worry about it Brian, women always get jealous, especially when the other one is really hot and not afraid to show it off. You’ll see. Take your shots, dammit.” He said with a smile.

I reached out for the first one, and he slapped my hand back. “No way, my friend, those are called blow jobs for a reason. You only get to use your mouth.”

I lifted an eyebrow at that, but figured what the hell, and leaned forward, pressing my new chest into the table, and wrapping my new full pink lips around the first shot glass, the whipped cream on the top tickling the back of my throat. I lifted my head back in one quick motion and swallowed the shot. I heard the bar cheer behind me, and felt my face start to burn again. I followed the first shot quickly with the second, then took a drink of beer wash it all down.

“Nice form my friend. I enjoyed the view, so did your new fans, it seems.” Burt said. I winked at him, and licked my lips seductively.

We both went back to our food and Burt gave me little pointers in between wings. As we got close to the end, he said, “We should get you some practice in. But you need to work on the walk. I want you to feel around in Courtney’s mind for how to walk in high heels. It’s all in there, just waiting for you to ask. Make-up, hair styles, how to match outfits.”

I sat back feeling very full even though I only ate half the burger. I made it look like I was watching the TV, but I was trying to talk to Courtney’s sleeping mind. I reviewed how she walked in her body. Her memories popped to the surface. The first time she ever walked in high heels when she was a little girl, the first time she wore them to impress a boy, when she really learned how to sway her hips while she walked in them, how to not fall if a heel breaks off one in mid-stride. It all bubbled up in the back of my head like it was my own memories.

I then thought about her cheating on me, even though I shouldn’t have, I was having fun. The faces of two men came up in her memories, One was a giant of a man that worked as a bouncer at one of the clubs she often went to. The other was some sort of a rich playboy type. She remembered being with him three nights ago, they were in a club. There was a strange man there watching her all night. She went to the bathroom, and he followed her back, she spun around pointed her finger at him and told him to ‘leave her the fuck alone.’ I got a good look at his face. It was Burt. He reached out, covered her mouth, and as she tried to scream, being very scared, he started to melt… and that was the last memory she had.

“Hey Burt… You body hopped Courtney two nights ago?” I asked slowly.

“Yeah that sounds about right.” He replied while sucking on a wing bone.

“But you didn’t show up by me until last night.” I said slowly again.

Burt must have realized where I was heading with this. He looked at me, put down the wing he was eating, wiped his hands on a napkin, and took a drink of beer then started to talk.

“Yeah, Brian, I hopped her in a night club called the Twisted Channel. She was in there with this guy that she had been seeing. I jumped her on the way to the bathroom. When I came back out, I was feeling horny ‘cause it had been a while since I was in a body that hot. I pretty much jumped her other boyfriend’s bone right there in the club. I think his name was Weasel, or Winky, or Wyatt. We made a night of it, to be honest, because the guy only had a ten second fuse, but sure wanted to try often. Then the next day I was really feeling the need to get boned, ya know, and so I went to find her other friend, the big bouncer dude, because her memories said the guy was hung like a horse. Well, I came to find out that he was, but he’s the shove you down, and take you from behind while pulling on your hair type, and I’m not as much into that as your chick seems to be.” He confessed quietly while leaning forward towards me.

“Yeah, she’s not my chick anymore. Not after running around on me with every guy in the club scene. Oh man. I think I’m gonna puke. I mean, come on Burt! You went rushing off to get my girl fucked by two other guys!” I said pretty loud, with a bit more attitude then I intended.

“Hey, take it easy Brian, it’s not like I knew you then. Or knew you were a hopper. I mean, if it wasn’t for you being a hopper, I wouldn’t have said anything to you, honest. I have a ‘jump in and borrow, but don’t really mess up to bad’ policy for the lives of the girls I mount. Besides, you certainly seemed to enjoy that night, and the day after.” He said that last part with a wink.

“I didn’t realize you had gone out the two nights before and fucked anything that moved!” I again said to loud.

The next thing I knew there were three men from the bar standing by our table looking at Burt like they wanted to rip his head off. The first one looked at me and asked, “Is everything alright here? Do you want us to get rid of this loser?” The second and third guys were eyeing up Burt.

“What?” I asked oblivious to the fact that these men were trying to be knights in shining armor to impress the pretty girl, “No, don’t call my friend a loser! He has helped me out more in the past week then you guys can imagine. I mean, thank you for the drinks and all, but I have a boyfriend… Actually, I have three… I guess.” I responded, slowing down a bit on the end part.

At the mention of three boyfriends the guys looked at each other, and shrugged, then walked away. I heard one of them mutter under his breath that the hot ones were always head cases.

Burt, meanwhile looked relieved that he was not going to get pounded anymore. “Hey man, I’m sorry about your girl, I didn’t mean anything by it, really. I was just having fun. And I appreciate what you said to those guys back there.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, Burt.” I said as I took another drink of my beer.

“Well, thanks kid, I don’t get to many people that honestly call me a friend. I was right you are a good guy.” He replied.

“Yeah, well, now I feel like being a bad girl. If she wants to slut it out with her own life, I don’t see why I shouldn’t have a little fun, right?” I said to Burt with a smile.

“Now you’re talking kid. What did you have in mind?” he replied.

“Well, I don’t think I can show you up in pool, but maybe we should head over to the bar and offer those nice boys some body shots?” I said with a gleam in my eye.

And we were off; I grabbed one of the fruity cocktails that someone had bought Burt while he was in Courtney, and headed for the bar by the guys that had bought the shots. I was walking much better thanks to the knowledge from Courtney’s memories, and I was swaying my hips as much as possible. Of the dozen or so guys at the bar, only two didn’t turn around to see me walking up. When I got there, I smiled at them all, cocked a leg out to one side, but my hands on my hips, and said, “Ok, boys, I’d like to thank you for the shots by offering up my tits for some body shots… Or wherever else you want to drink from.” I followed it with a wink.

They all cheered, even the bartenders. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Michelle shook her head and walked back to the kitchen. I walked up to the bar, turned around, braced myself with my arms, and hopped up to sit on the bar. I could feel cold water or alcohol on my bare ass as I plopped down. I reached down, pulled my thin tank down so more of my breasts were exposed, and the bartender came up behind me with a bottle of something, and pointed the spout between my perfect titties. The first guy came up, and started to lap the alcohol from the crevasse on my chest. The line quickly formed behind him. Even Burt took a turn. The guys that finished all started to high five each other, as the line got shorter. As more men licked my the skin in between my boobs, I began to feel the most wonderful heat start building between my legs. The last guy, who looked to be a younger kid, maybe just turned 21, looked up at me and asked if he could do a shot out of my belly button. Not being one to disappoint, I rotated my flexible body, tossed my legs up onto the bar, and laid back, while pulling my shirt up to expose my tight little belly. I looked down, but couldn’t really see past my C-cup chest, but I felt the boy put his hands on the bar next to my body to steady himself. I grabbed on hand, and moved it to my chest. I then grabbed the other, and moved it high on my thigh, just a tad under my short skirt. As the bartender was pouring the shot the boy became a bit braver and moved his hand up to my pussy. I could feel him running a finger gently up and down my new slit. It was definitely having an effect on me. I could feel my pussy moisten, almost dripping. The young man leaned forward and sucked the shot out of my belly, then gently kissed his way down my navel to the top of my skirt. I felt his fingers dig under my thong and push it aside to gently start feeling the inside tips of my pussy lips. I moaned and wiggled my hips just a bit. My pussy was on fire! I was going to need relief, and need it sooner than later.

I turned my head to the side to see the men staring at me and the guy feeling me up, except for Burt, who was calmly drinking his beer, sitting a stool that had been vacated for the body shots. He saw me looking at him and lifted his eyebrows twice real quick. I sat up slowly, and the boy that was molesting me with my permission started to back up, but left his hand inside my legs. I swung them back over the side of the bar, and spread them, so that everyone got a good look at my little white thong with the lips on the front of them.

“Well, boys, we have to get going, so if anyone wants any pictures, take them now.” I said. Suddenly everyone was whipping out a cell phone, and one guy pulled a camera from his hiding spot, letting me know who had taken the picture of Burt while he was playing pool. A few clicks and one flash later, and I hopped off the bar, and walked as calmly as I could over to Bert. I leaned into his ear and whispered, “We need to go, NOW!”

“Why? You look like you are having fun. We haven’t even gotten the bill yet.” He replied.

I responded by digging into Courtney’s purse, yanking out five or six twenties, putting them on the bar, and telling the bartender it was for our bill. I then grabbed onto Burt with both of my small hands and gave him a huge tug to get off the bar stool. He could have easily stayed on it because I was overpowered now, but he went along with me. Out the door and around back to the car we went.

“What’s the hurry, Brian? Those guys were eating you up in…” Before he could finish his sentence, I turned around and rubbed my chest all over him, and brought my hand down to his crotch to start slowly rubbing his member though the pants he had on. I felt him getting hard instantly, which was the effect I wanted. I roughly grabbed at the fastener on his jeans and undid them, then turned myself around, and bent over at the waist until my chest rested on the hood of my car, bracing myself with my hands on the front fenders. It looked quite a bit like when Burt was lining up a pool shot.

“Shut up and get your dick in me. I’m so freaking horny I think I’m going to explode!” I tried to say calmly, but ended up saying in near hysterics.

He wasted no time in yanking my panties down to mid thigh, and I felt the tip of his dick press up against my lower set of lips. I felt him tease up and down a little, but I was in no mood, so I shoved back against him, gasping as his penis impaled me. He began to rock back and forth, with each push bringing my closer to my much needed release. I heard the back door open to the bar, and there was Michelle, carrying a garbage bag. She heard the commotion, and looked out over the parking lot to see what she thought was Courtney looking back at her, bent over the hood of my car, getting fucked by some guy she didn’t know. I smiled at her. She said one word, slut, and walked back in the bar. As she said it, Burt released inside of me, and between those to things happening at the same time, it tipped me over the edge. I felt like I was exploding. My vision swam, and my knees got weak. Burt held onto my ass with his hands, steadying me, and making sure he finished pumping his seed into me.

I dropped my head to the hood, making an audible ‘thump’ when it hit, and caught my breath. Burt slowly pulled out of me, and began to put his penis away. As he pulled out, I felt the cool night air on my wet thighs, and some of his seed start to drip it’s way out. I slowly stood up, and pulled my panties back up from half mast. I wiggled my ass a bit to get the string to sit right in the crack of my ass.

“Thanks, I needed that.” I said in a hushed tone as I began to walk around to the passenger side of the car.

“Wasn’t bad on my end either.” Burt said, still trying to catch his breath. He dug the keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the doors. We both got in and headed for home, him driving, me directing.

As we navigated the streets, I clenched and released my pussy muscles, enjoying the feeling of Burt’s seed leaking out of me and into the by now abused and soaking thong. Burt must have noticed the look on my face because he smiled and said, “Yeah, kid, not a bad feeling is it? Although it does sometimes suck when you have to sleep in the wet spot. Sorry, I forgot to tell you about how horny we get when we do take over a body.”

I grunted softly in response, and continued to direct him home. When we got back to my apartment, I quickly ran to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. I looked at the toilet for a second before remembering to spin, and sit. I yanked the thong down, and let go of the muscles I had been using to hold back the flood. It felt strange, but very very good to let out the pressure. I sighed contently, and when it was all done, I stood up, grabbed a few tissues, and gently dabbed at my new equipment.

When I got out, it was Burt’s turn. “I gotta take a dump, kid. I may be a while.” He told me.

“Wow. What a charmer.” I replied as I looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

While he was in there, I wandered back to my bedroom, stripped down, and began rummaging through Courtney’s lingerie. I finally decided on a fire engine red bra and a matching pair of crotchless panties. I jumped onto the bed, and laid down in what I hoped would be a seductive pose on my side.

I was bored and playing with my nipples through my bra when Burt finally came walking in. I looked up at him, and licked my lips. He looked me up and down, and finally said, “Sorry kid, no can do. As a forty year old man, I’m not the stallion I used to be. I just need more recovery time.”

I pouted.

“But, let me show you a something, seeing as your still up for more.” He said, and walked over to the closet, and began rummaging through some boxes. He turned around and held up a large purple dildo. He smiled, and then turned it on.

“I was going to use this all morning if you weren’t going to play ball with me in good ol’ Courtney’s body.” He told me as he moved to the bed, and I laid back and spread my legs. He proceeded to tease me with it, rubbing it around on my breasts, down my stomach, up my thighs, even on my lips, which I strangely accepted. Then he brought it down to my lips and began going up and down them, until the vibrating dildo was good and lubed from my own juices. He then slowly inserted it in me. I closed my eyes and cooed. Back and forth, back and forth, until I came to a powerful orgasm. That was the first of many that night, I rolled over, and had him screw me with it doggy style, I rolled back on my back, and when he put it in, I clamped my legs closed on his hand, bottoming it out on my womb. After another two times cumming on my back, and still wanting more, Burt handed the dildo to me, and rolled over to get some sleep. I played with it until the early hours of the mourning, eventually just shutting it off, but leaving it in me as I passed out from exhaustion.

Brian’s Story

Author - Tobyredone

Chapter 1 - How it All Started

Hi, my name is Brian, and I’m a body hopper. What is a body hopper, you ask? Well, we are normal guys that have an odd power. We can merge with someone, taking over their body, and getting information from their mind so that we can basically impersonate them, or not depending on what our intentions are. When we are in someone, you would never know unless you are another body hopper, and then our normal face appears instead of our victim’s face. Or, if you look at us through a reflection, or in a photo, our face is also revealed. I know it sounds crazy. I wouldn’t believe it if I were not living it, but maybe just telling you my story will show you more than anything else…

This whole thing started at a pretty lousy time in my life. I had two crappy jobs that I was holding down at the same time so that my live in girlfriend, Courtney, could have spending money. She was always out shopping or parting, and usually only came home to spend time with me when she needed more money. But she was really hot, and I really didn’t have a different direction for my life at that time.

I was already in bed when I heard the door open to our small apartment open and Courtney stumble in. I figured she must have REALLY tied one on tonight, as she has a pretty hi tolerance to alcohol due to all the parting she does. I rolled over trying to get to sleep as I had to work again in a few hours. I heard the door to the bathroom get slammed open, and knew there would be no chance of a good nights sleep tonight. I heard the loudest belch I have ever heard in my life followed by a giggle, and then heard her start to relieve herself. I really didn’t know what to say, as Courtney never belched.

A few minutes later she stumbled into the dark bedroom, and flopped ungracefully onto the bed next to me. She reeked of alcohol, and sex. I was really in no mood to deal with her tonight, so I decided I would confront her in the morning, but I figured I should say something to let her know that I was upset.

“What the hell Courtney? I was trying to sleep, I have to get up in a few hours.” I said to her, with as much of a tone as I could muster.

She responded instead of starting a fight like she usually would have, by getting under the covers with me, and sliding her hand down to my penis under my boxers. She began to gently stroke the shaft and run her fingers along the underside, and playing gently with my balls. She had never in our two year relationship given me a decent hand job, but now all of a sudden she knew exactly how to tease my cock to get it to stand up. I was pretty hard in a very short amount of time, and she dove under the covers to yank my shorts off.

She then straddled me, and brought the lips of her vagina to the tip of my head. She then lightly teased my dick with her moist outer folds. She must have been really horny because I could feel her leaking down onto my penis. Finally, when she decided she had teased me enough, she dropped down onto my dick all at once in one swift motion. She was really wet, but I still winced a bit. I’m not sure what she did, as the room was very dark. She then started to gyrate her hips around in slow circles, occasionally stopping to grind up and down against my body, and do little hops, while grunting in a seemingly low voice.

She became more frenzied with her grinding after a while, and suddenly I could feel her shaking, and she bent forward to bite into my shoulder hard! I made a bit of a yelp in pain, and she once again made that strange giggling noise, and started the grind again. Pretty soon she was back to bouncing, and once again her frequency and strength of thrusts were picking up pace, and this time I was also close to cuming. I held it back as long as I could, and then my back started to lift off the bed, and I began to blow my load in her, which seemed to send her over the edge, and she clawed into my chest with her manicured nails.

She leaned forward to lay her chest on mine, and I could feel the weight of her fantastic chest on mine. She was panting heavily, and I could smell beer on her breath, which was odd as I had never once seen her drink beer in all her two years of dating me. As soon as she had begun to catch her breath she wordlessly rolled off of me, and feel asleep with her back to me.

I was about to ask her what that was for, as we rarely had sex unless she wanted to butter me up for a big purchase, and it ALWAYS came directly after sex, but I once again decided against it, and I too rolled over to go to sleep.

The next thing I know, the lights are shinnying through our bedroom window. But wait, that’s not right, my alarm was set for 4:00 am so that I can get to work on time. The sun shouldn’t be up yet! I glanced over at my alarm clock. It said 9:30 am! I was late, and my boss was probably furious with me. I quickly sat up in bed, and blinked the last bit of sleep out of my eyes.

It was then I noticed the bedroom doorway open, and could hear and smell someone cooking in our small apartment’s kitchen. I also remembered Courtney and last night. I quickly got up, found my boxers and headed to the kitchen, as Courtney had never once cooked in her entire life!

I walked down the hallway past the bathroom and into the combination kitchen/living room area. I noticed the line of clothes that must have been what Courtney had stripped out of on her way in last night leading from the door to the bedroom. I turned the corner to see Courtney’s back. She was standing in front of the stove, her hair still wet from a shower, and she was making what looked like omelets. And she was doing it in nothing but a pair of pink silk panties and knee high black stiletto boots. While she was always fashion conscious, her usual day after party outfit consisted of sweatpants and one of my old tee-shirts. But what was even more surprising was the fact that the food smelled great.

“I am so confused right now. My alarm clock never went off this morning. I know I set it last night…” I paused, and then continued, “and what the hell was last night anyways? You never drink beer. But seriously, my boss is gonna be pissed! Did you shut my alarm off?”

Courtney Turned around with a spatula in one hand, and then I realized as confused as I was before, it was nothing compared to as confused as I was right now. My jaw dropped open, and I was certain it was the lowest it had ever dropped.

You see, Courtney is hot. It’s why I put up with a lot of crap. She stands about 5 foot 4 inches tall, about 5 foot 8 in her boots right now, the black stilettos that come up about mid way on her perfect shapely legs. Those legs end at a deliciously round little rump, and a tight little pussy with a small landing patch of blonde hair which was currently being covered by a tiny pair of pink silky panties. The waistband of those panties sit on the start of a taper to a wasp-like waist, and then back out to the most fantastic pert pair of C-cup breasts you have ever seen. A small, feminine neck leads to her lovely face. She had a small nose, bright blue eyes, and full luscious pink lips, and framing that face was shoulder length blonde hair which was always done up.

But not this time. On my girlfriend’s body, framed by her still wet blonde hair, was some strange man’s face. A broad nose, large chin, a bit of stubble, and large brown eyes return my gaze.

“Oh sweetie that stupid alarm went off for five minutes, and you didn’t even flinch. I figured after last night, you could use a bit of rest, and so I shut it off. Besides, I was hoping you’d stay home today. Call in sick and play hookey. I’ll make it worth your time.” The man in my girlfriend’s body replied in a gruff voice as he took that hand that wasn’t holding the spatula and started to play with my girlfriends breasts using her own hands!

“What the fuck?” I said stupidly, my eyes wide open, still not believing what I was seeing.

“What?” She, or he, or whatever said as his eyebrows cocked.

“Well, you see, Courtney doesn’t cook. Ever. She also never struts around in nothing but pink panties and heeled boots in the morning. Ever. She also never has sex just because, it’s always for something. Every time. Oh, and one more thing, she doesn’t have a guys face! What the fuck!” I replied back.

“Oh no way, this is just to rich. I accidentally found a hopper? Wow. You have just been initiated into a dream world kid. It is definitely time to celebrate.” Was what I got in reply from the strange male voice coming out of my girlfriend’s body.

At that she/he dropped the spatula she was holding, turned around so Courtney’s back was to me, spread her legs about shoulder’s width apart, and bent over all the way at the waist to pick up the spatula. Her head then turned around to make sure I was looking, and once again in the male voice said, “Nice view huh?” as the man inside Courtney started to slowly gyrate her ass in front of me. “All you have to do is yank down the panties, This pussy is just waiting to have a dick slammed into it.”

“No. Stop. What the fuck is going on here!” I said, but to be honest, from the view of my girlfriend’s ass and pussy being on such prominent display, I was getting pretty hard.

“Well, if we are not going to have any before breakfast sex, then I’ll tell you over eggs. Grab some juice, sit down, and let me tell you about body hoppers.” The guy said as he stood my girlfriend’s body back up and walked over to shut the stove off.

With seemingly little choice, I went to the cupboard and grabbed two glasses, and then some juice from the fridge, and turned to see Courtney’s body with the frying pan already on her way over to the table. He/she sat down with her legs spread open in a very unladylike manner, and set the pan down in the middle of the small table. I walked over, poured the juice, giving the first cup to my strange companion, and then sat down myself as he/she pushed one omelet onto my plate that was already set out before taking the other omelet.

“Well, first things first, I suppose. My name is Burt. I’m 40 years old and I have been body hopping for about 12 years now. I saw some chick in a club with a serious man-face, and when I called her out on it, she took me out back, fucked my brains out, and told me to start having fun. That was about all the intro I got, so I promised myself I’d teach the ones I found better.” Burt said in between bites of food. He paused just long enough to gulp down some of the apple juice that was in front of him before he continued. “You see you are special Brian, you can see hoppers in someone else’s body. When anyone else looks at me right now, they see Courtney’s face. Being able to see my real face is like the first stage of being a body hopper. And once you’ve had sex with them in a mounted body, it’s like you get to stage two. You can now jump into people’s bodies. You and I are both what is know as body hoppers.” I started to say something, but Burt put up one of Courtney’s dainty little hands and motioned for me to stay quiet and listen to the whole story before continuing. “You see, we body hoppers can take over bodies, and so far all hoppers have been male. We also always seem to enjoy women’s bodies as hosts more so than men. Something to do with the orgasms being ten times better, and always being able to get laid, but I’m sure you will see for yourself. Anyways, when you see a girl you want to mount, you just think about being her, and your body will take care of the rest. You will turn into a gelatinous form, and enter the body through openings, or just skin contact too. You will want to do this someplace semi-quiet and without prying eyes like a bathroom, though as people don’t take kindly to our kind be-bopping around in random bodies if they know about us. Which brings me to my next point, mirrors and camera’s show our real faces. So be careful around them, as they can tip people off to who you really are.” He said, and then got a cheerful little smile and said, “Or, they can be fun, a lot of us take pictures in our mounts and throw them up on the internet for other body hoppers to see… sort of a club if you will.”

Burt paused and shoved more food in his face. I was pretty much done as I had taken story time to wolf down my omelet. I was still very curious, and had one burning question.

“What about Courtney? Does she know what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well, my boy, that is another fun part of this gig. Courtney’s mind is basically asleep. Her unconscious mind however, is mine to use. I can ask her mind questions and the answers just sort of pop up like they were my own memories. Like I know that the two of you have been dating for two years, and no offense, but you are kind of a really big pussy. You let her walk all over you. Actually everyone walks all over you. I also know that you pay all her bills, and buy her wardrobe, which I would like to thank you for, because this little bitch dresses like no one I have ever hopped. It’s amazing.” Burt said as he stood up, and started using Courtney’s own hands to roam around on her body, starting with her breasts, and slowly feeling down her sides, and then stopped briefly on Courtney’s hips, and then using her left hand to slide under the waistband of her tiny pink panties and began fingering her pussy right there in front of me. Burts eyes closed as he moaned low and slowly, and he used Courtney’s right hand to stable himself with the kitchen table. After about a minute Burt pulled Courtney’s hand out of her panties, and looked me straight in the eye as he put her fingers in his mouth and sucked the juices off them.

“I love leaving the taste of their own pussy in their mouths Brian. It really makes them wonder what the hell happened while I was using and abusing their bodies.” Burt said with a smile.

He then walked around the table slowly, exaggerating the hip sway that Courtney normally has, leaned forward and put her boobs right in my face.

“How about you? You want some of her pussy taste in your mouth? I’d love it if you ate me out. Or if you don’t I’ll just get dressed up, head out on the town and find some other guy to screw your girlfriend’s body six was until Sunday.” He asked quite blatantly.

He then straightened back up, and sauntered over to the couch, but about half way there, hooked Courtney’s thumbs in the small sides of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. As his walked continued the panties worked themselves down to her ankles, where Burt expertly stepped out of them in his booted feet, while hooking Courtney’s hair back behind her ears. He then turned, and plopped down on the couch and looked at me and then looked down between my girlfriend’s spread legs.

“Well, Burt, you did let me play last night, so I guess it’s only fair that I return the favor, and I do really love that pussy, so I guess if you’re attached to it, you get to go along for the ride.” I said as I stood up and walked over to Burt in Courtney’s body.

As I knelt down I heard him say, “Oh, last night the pleasure was all mine. Its ashame you’re going to be cruising for sex with a pussy from now on, kid, you were pretty good. You had stamina, a nice sized dick, and just let me ride on you the way I wanted. So many men have to be on top, and it doesn’t always get the job done, if you know what I mean.”

That was the last thing we said for about two and a half hours. I dove into the pussy that Burt had been so kind to layout for me. I licked, kissed, blew, and used every trick I had to make the man using Courtney’s body to scream in pleasure. I lost count of the number of times I got sprayed with pussy juice when Burt came. Finally he pushed my head away, and told me he wanted my cock in his borrowed equipment. I went with the flow, after all, what could I do really? He kind of had my girlfriend’s body and could do whatever he wanted with it, so I might as well have the sex, right? So I plunged into him right there on the couch and went until he again came. Then I got up, and told him to turn around. He got what I was after, and bent Courtney’s body over the arm of our couch, and I rammed into him hard from behind until he had another orgasm. I pulled out, and laid back down on the couch, and Burt came over and straddled me, I was soon back inside Courtney’s little box. Burt ground, gyrated, and bounced his way to two more orgasms while I was on my back before I shot my load into him, or her, I guess depending on how you wanted to look at it. For some reason I really enjoyed watching Courtney’s titties bouncing up and down while Burt’s strange face made all sorts of contortions in the throws of passion.

“Wow kid… just wow. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to get you out there and trying this from the other side. You are going to have a blast. Now if you will excuse me, I need another shower.” He said as he got up, and headed for our small bathroom. As he walked away I watched the hot backside he now possessed, and smiled a bit as I saw the glossy wetness between his thighs and my seed slowly leaking back out of Burt’s new pussy and down his shapely thighs.

I just relaxed on the couch, completely spent. I grabbed the TV remote, and turned on some sports. I heard Burt’s shower end, and he headed into our room, and I heard him going through some drawers. Another fifteen minutes and he showed back up in the small living room wearing a tan pleated skirt, a white tank top, and some white high heels. He headed over to me, leaned over, and kissed me on the lips, which I was not expecting, and to be honest, wasn’t certain I enjoyed… but when he straightened back out, he smiled at me, and grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it up around his new thin waist to show me the white thong he had on. It had a picture of pink lips in a kissing shape on the front center.

“What do you think?” He said as he spun around and bent over, I could see Courtney’s little love mound through the small gap in her thighs and the string of the thong running up the crack of her shapely ass.

“Very nice.” I replied. He then plopped down on me, as I was lying on the couch. He was sitting on my upper legs so that my now flaccid member was right next to a bare butt cheek, and asked what I was watching.

“Oh, some football highlights from Sunday’s game. As usual the Gladiators are falling about in the end of the season. But the Sharks are looking pretty strong, they might go all the way.” I replied.

“Pfft. Figures. Stupid Gladiators. I’ve never been a fan of the sharks, but they do seem to have some talent this season.” He said as he too became engrossed in the channel, then added. “I hopped a shark cheerleader one time. Believe it or not, but she wasn’t much of a ride.”

He then giggled in that strange way of his.

We were quietly watching sports for about a half an hour when he suddenly said, “Hey Brian, You seem like a decent guy. A good guy in fact, so I’m not sure if you want to hear this from me, or not, but I think you gotta know. Courtney is cheating on you. And not just with one guy. Sorry buddy.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I mean, I knew she liked to party, and shop, but I always thought she was faithful. It hit me like a ton of bricks. What do you say to that? Especially when it comes from the guy in your cheating girlfriend’s body?

Burt broke the silence. “Hey man, it’ll be ok. Look on the bright side, you can jump in her body and get all the revenge you want. It will be fun. Or if you don’t want to do it, I’ll do it for you.” He then winked at me.

I was silent for a good long time after that. Burt just stayed sitting, occasionally using his feminine hand to stroke my penis, but it was in no mood to play just yet.

“Hey Burt. How long do you stay in them? What do you do when you are not in a girl? Do you have a job, or a home?” I suddenly asked.

Burt seemed please that I had snapped out of my slump. He answered enthusiastically, “Well, I stay anywhere from a night to about two weeks. If you stay in one too long, you find you have a hard time getting out, and eventually you will take on all your mount’s personality and just start living there life as them, or if you do get out you will look like them for a while until you kind of “reset” back as yourself. When I’m not in a girl, I’m just your usually slightly portly middle age man. I do what any guys does, drink beer, eat pizza, talk about sports and cars, and chicks. I don’t have a job. If I need money, I just take it from the mounts I hop. I don’t really have a house. I’ll stay in a hotel if I’m between mounts, otherwise I just stay where my mount lives.”

“Mounts?” I asked.

“It’s what we hoppers call the bodies we are in. Mounts.” He replied.

“Some new hoppers keep a small apartment up for when they want to not be in a mount. Or interacting with there family.” He added.

“Ah. Gotcha. I’m hunger. What do you say I through on some clothes, and we head out for some supper?” I asked.

“Sure. Sounds good.” Burt replied. “I just have to get my purse.”

I laughed at that for some reason.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. He was coming! What was I going to do?

It was at that moment that I remembered what the instructions had said to do to get out of a persons body. All I had to do was think about getting out of them and then I could just slip right out. So that’s exactly what I did, I thought about leaving my aunty Sharon’s body and the next thing I knew I stepped on right out of her. I turned around and noticed she was once again stood in that frozen state, her eyes closed and a concentrated look spread across her face, the look I must have made when I focused on leaving her body. I didn’t even know I could do that, it would definitely come in handy throughout the week. But I had no time to dwell on it right now as my dad was rapidly climbing the stairs.

I quickly sprinted to the door and poked my head on outside. My dad was halfway up the stairs, I stopped him before he could get any further not wanting him to get anywhere near where my aunty Sharon stood frozen and topless in the bathroom.

“I’m not using the WIFI dad.” I lied. “I was just about to uh… get in the bath… Yeah that’s what I was doing.” I wasn’t a very good liar, not that my dad could tell the difference.

“Oh. Alright, just the film is buffering.” He said shrugging. “Also, is Sharon up here, mom wants her to come watch the film, it’s just about to get good she says.”

“I’m not sure. I’ll go have a look and send her on down.” I told him still peaking with just my head out the door. He seemed to notice this.

“Oh, are you naked. I can get her if you want me to?” He asked, helpful as ever, heading up the stairs slightly. He was mere feet away from discovering Sharon and boy would that be hard to explain if he saw her.

“No!” I said a little bit too loud and hastily, speaking quieter after, “No dad, you get back down there I’ll get her.” I told him.

“Alright, be quick though.” He smiled before heading back downstairs. I quickly swung back inside the bathroom. Phew, that was a close one!

Wasting no time I quickly headed back towards my aunty Sharon, she had somewhere to be and that meant I had somewhere to be. I stepped back inside her, this time instantly feeling the weight of her huge breasts as I took control, slightly continuing to walk forward like I had to get in her having to grab onto the counter to stop myself. Steadying myself I glanced at my aunties reflection in the mirror, she was disheveled and half naked. I needed to very quickly amend that. Hastily I grabbed the bra, popping my aunties tits into the parachute sized cups before going behind my back to strap it on. Except I couldn’t get the little latch to attach to the little hooks, her stupid longer finger nails were making it really difficult.

“Sharon are you coming?” My dad called up again.

“Shit!” I cursed inwardly. “Yeah I’ll be there in a second!” I shouted down to him. Out of panic I dropped the bra to the floor, deciding to just skip it altogether. Grabbing my Aunties drab sweater instead and just throwing it on. Once I’d pulled it down over my breasts I turned to the mirror to check I looked alright. My aunties breasts looked way more pronounced than before, also noticing that they hung lower within the sweater now they were unsupported. But it’s not like anyone was going to be looking at them anyway, none of them would even notice I braless. I hoped.

Shrugging it off, feeling my aunties unrestrained breasts bounce as I did, I quickly exited the bathroom and headed downstairs. Luckily the lights were off and the movie was in full swing so nobody looked at me as I entered the room and slumped down into the couch. As I lay down I felt my huge unrestrained boobs flatten like pancakes, while also flop to the sides. I folded my arms on top of them, both to hide them from view of any lurking eyes and also so that I could stealthily twist and poke at my still hard nipples without getting caught.

I sat there through the rest of the boring film and it continued to buffer periodically, I was still sending myself the album of photos, but eventually Matilda got adopted by her teacher and I let out a huge sigh of relief as the credits began to roll. I’d stopped playing with my nipple a while ago, deciding it best after I could no longer feel any sensation from the rubbery nub, it having gone numb from my twisting.

“Well that was good wasn’t it?” My mom said as my dad turned the lights back on. I sat up, finding it took more strength now due to weight on my chest.

“Yes. Excellent!” I pretended.

“Oh would you look at the time.” My mom suddenly stated, I did, it was only 10 O’clock. “It’s about time for your bed time Alice.” My mom continued, eliciting a moan from Alice.

“No it’s not my mom said I could stay up later since we are on holiday.” Alice said then turning to me, “Didn’t you mom?” She smiled. It may have been harsh but this was my chance to get rid of her, with Alice out the way we didn’t have to watch any childish films which meant I might have more time to explore. So with a stern voice I told her “No. It’s time for bed.”

However, boy was I wrong about more time to explore. With Alice in bed that just left me, as my aunty, my mom, and my dad, and heck did they yapper.

“So how’s Kevin?”, “How’s the house?”, “How’s teaching?”. My parents barraged me with question after question and I had no clue what to answer half of them with. I just chatted out of my ass, bullshitting my way through each one.

“Oh Keith’s great. Same as ever, still taking photos of everything that moves.”

“How’s the house? The house is great, really coming along now. Um… but you know those builders can be a pain in the ass.”

“Teachings great. You know it so rewarding, I find teaching the more mischievous ones even better, such a good opportunity to help them.”

I lied to every single question. I probably made my Aunty look very strange indeed, but I didn’t care as eventually I made it through their barrage of questions and at 11 O’Clock they headed off to bed. I told them I was soon but as they headed off into their bedroom I headed back downstairs and into the bottom floor Toilet. There was a full-length mirror in there and it was the furthest away from anyone trying to sleep.

I grinned mischievously at my Aunties reflection in the mirror. “Well I guess we’ll get back to where we left off.” I said naughtily quickly throwing off my top on the floor, taking a second to bask in the sight of my aunties huge tits before heading down to undo the belt. With a quick flick that was undone and with a sexy shimmy they fell to the floor leaving me staring at my aunty in nothing but her underpants, oh and a pair of socks. I let out a loud gulp as I gazed at her. I looked down to see my body only for my view to be blocked by my Aunties hefty breasts, back to the mirror it was.

Now the only thing that was stopping me from seeing my Aunties womanhood were her boring white knickers. My eyes instantly zoomed in on them, I could see the shape of her mound as well as a small dark spot of dampness, clearly from me being so turned on in her body. On the edge of her knickers I could also see what looked to be, hairs? Going in closer I confirmed there definitely were thick dark hairs sticking out either side of the white knickers. “Fuck me Aunty Sharon must have a bush.” I wondered, this was as good a time as any for the big reveal and so I grabbed the knickers and yanked them down.

“Fuck me she does and all!” I exclaimed as I now stared at a thick jungle of dark matted hair beneath of which was the prize that I’d actually come for, completely hidden by the thick bush. I maneuvered around trying to get a better view of my aunties vagina but to no avail. “Fucks sake!” It had to go! I listened out for anybody moving around the house, the silence told me the coast was clear. So I quickly opened the door and very giddily ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of scissors. If somebody had have caught me running through the house naked, still wearing my aunties body as her huge breasts swung around manically, they would have thought my auntie had gone mad. But lucky for her no one saw me and so I grabbed the scissors and sprinted quickly back into the toilet before locking the door. Wasting no time, I hunched over the toilet and began trimming my aunties mighty bush away.

After a couple of minutes and the bush was now trimmed to a reasonable neat length, as short as I could get it with a pair of scissors. So, popping the scissors down on the side I turned back to the mirror. “Much better!” I appraised my handiwork. Now I could actually see where her vagina was. I went in closer and bent over to get a better view, my legs were practically shaking at this point and as I pulled some of the dark hair to a side I could finally see my aunties treasure. It was my first real life vagina and boy did it look amazing! I admired it in the mirror for a few seconds before one of my hands slowly crept closer. I slowly rubbed it against the outside of the pink mound, my body twitched as I did. “Woah.” Deciding to go further this time I slipped a finger between the fleshy walls and soon the whole thing was inside my aunties gaping hole. I twiddled it around inside of me, feeling it rub against the soft wet walls, feeling little jolts of pleasure as I did. I was inside my first vagina!

I did like I’d seen in the porno’s, pulling my finger out before quickly ramming it back in as I started fingering my aunties pussy. Eventually I’d sunk down onto the toilet, now pumping away at my aunties vagina with four fingers whilst my other hand groped furiously at her huge jiggling breasts. I could feel the pleasure building up inside of, feeling my stolen body getting hotter and hotter when finally I it all came to a head. My whole body tingled as my hips thrust out and my back arched, then out of my vagina shot a strong stream of liquid which spurted out onto the wall opposite me.

As I basked in what I realized was my first orgasm I looked down at my aunties naked body. Her tits were red from my groping, below that her vagina soggy from my masturbation, and then on the wall opposite her juices were slowly dripping down. I felt a little bit guilty about what I was doing to her, it was the ultimate form of domination, though as I thought about it, I could feel my pussy begin to once again tingle. Why was I feeling guilty? This was fucking amazing! And with that I sank my aunties fingers deep back into my her gaping wet pussy and once again began to ferociously get myself off.

This was pretty much how the rest of the night went, and 8 hours later at 7am I was basking in what was probably my 50th orgasm, I’d lost count by then, feeling on top of the world, if not a little bit tired. Though as I stared at my aunties sweaty body in the mirror, sniffing the scent of her musky body, I decided it probably best that I get cleaned up and ready to leave her body at 7:30.

So quickly, once again making sure that no one was up and moving, I exited the downstairs bathroom and tiptoed up the stairs. I made a quick stop in the spare room where my cousin was still sleeping soundly and grabbed my aunties pajamas before heading into the upstairs bathroom. I jumped in the shower and began washing myself off, unable to resist pleasuring myself to orgasm, before stepping out. I then put her pajamas on, then giving myself one last look over in the mirror. She looked as normal as one could look after what I’d just done to her. I gave my boobs one last honk before sitting down on the toilet as if I was peeing. Then with one thought of leaving her body I slowly stood up, phasing out of her, leaving her frozen on the toilet. It took me a moment to get use to how much less jiggly my body was before I grabbed her phone to check the time, “7:24am”. Good timing. She would unfreeze in just under 10 minutes and be completely unaware that I’d been riding her body all night, the only evidence being the photos on her phone which had already been sent to me, I promptly deleted them. Then I popped her phone on the side and tiptoed off back into my room. I felt refreshed, it being almost like my own body had been asleep the whole time I’d been her. So instead of going to sleep I opened up my laptop and loaded up the huge album of photos I’d sent myself. As I started to jerk myself off I heard my aunty trudge out of the bathroom and into the spare room. While I beat my meat to her massive tits my mind was already thinking ahead to the next time I’d be able to take her body.

2 hours later and I was idly watching YouTube video’s, having stopped masturbating being bored of the 2D images I had of my aunty, I wanted back in the real thing. But I couldn’t, not until later.

Eventually my aunty finally rose out of bed, I watched her intently as she walked into the kitchen. She still had her same warm smile and happy persona to her but I could tell she was groggy from my night in her body. As the day went on I kept my eye on her, smirking to myself mischievously at every tell that I had been in her body. Unable to hold myself back from chuckling as my mom told her she’d found my aunties clothes lying in the downstairs bathroom, watching as my aunty went all confused, not, for the life of her, being able to remember. I giggled slightly as I watched her fidget uncomfortably in the car, trying to get comfortable as we went to a restaurant for some tea. I reckon I probably looked a little out of it that day as well, I was so horny and eager to get back in her curvy body, though I tried to act as normal as possible.

After the meal we arrived home quite late and it was ‘bed-time’ for everyone, well everyone but me and my aunty Sharon, for me and her it was ‘Takeover-time!’. I pretended to head off to bed, telling everyone “Goodnight”, biding my time before sneaking across to my aunties room. I slowly opened the door, Alice was asleep in the bed and my aunty was facing away just about to take her bra off. I was half tempted to wait and watch, though I decided it was too risky. Instead I pulled the gun out and shot her in the back before then sprinting into the room and straight into the back of my aunty. I instantly took control, dropping the bra to the floor and looking down. “Why hello again!” I sneered perversely now in my aunties feminine voice.

I wasted no time heading to the downstairs bathroom where I once again stripped naked and spent the whole night masturbating. Leaving only once to grab my phone and a cucumber, to make things more interesting. When I next left the toilet at 11am it was because my mom was knocking, wondering who’d been in the bathroom for 2 hours. I quickly clothed myself and opened the door telling my mom, “I’ve got some pretty bad diarrhea.” Before walking upstairs without another word. I watched my mom enter the toilet, instantly grabbing her nose in disgust of the smell, hopefully she believed it was just diarrhea and not the musky smell my aunty emitted when she masturbated for 11 hours straight.

I still had an hour left in my aunty so I headed for the shower, spending 20 minutes in there, then I decided to head down to where my family were all sat eating.

“Morning.” They greeted me, though my mom staring at me slightly odd. I had about 8 slices of toast, feeling very hungry indeed, whilst my mom asked me what I wanted to do today. I could hardly concentrate however, feeling myself slowly dozing off, realizing then that my aunty had only had 2 hours sleep in the past 48 hours. But as I nearly fell asleep I realized that if I did I’d get kicked out of her body in front of my parent’s. So I very drowsily sauntered off and upstairs into the spare room, flopping down onto the bed before falling asleep.

When I awoke I was no longer in my aunties body, instead I was currently laying on top of her while she snored loudly away. “Thank god.” I sighed noticing this, I slowly climbed off of her and headed back to my room. A slumped down onto my bed, that could have ended way worse than it had, what if someone had found me there? I couldn’t believe I’d actually fallen asleep as her, I must have really drained her body. Though it pained me to do it I decided that I had to give her tonight off, she clearly needed the sleep, however that meant that I’d be taking her throughout the day tomorrow.

Suddenly there was a vibration, emitting from the gun that was sitting on the side table. Picked it up, the screen was flashing with what looked like an ad. “Falling asleep in your hop? Looks like you need to spice up your rides. Try the memory mode add-on for only £5 extra per shot!” I didn’t even know what it was, but it sounded interesting, so I added it on so that next time I used the gun it would be activated.

For a few hours my aunty kept on sleeping, I told my mom that she was ill, that got my mom off her case. At least until 5pm when it was time for tea, my mom decided it best my aunty eat so she woke her up. I listened from outside as she did.

“Phoah. What time is it?” My aunty asked as my mom shook her awake.

“It’s 5 O’Clock. Tom said you were ill.” My mom said handing her a cup of water.

“I feel fine.” My aunty shrugged, “Just a little tired is all. I’ve been having the strangest dreams since I got here.” She stated. “Oh well. Is it time for tea then?” My aunty laughed.

“Yes, it’s on the table.” My mom told her as she headed out. I quickly ran back downstairs and joined my dad and Alice at the table. A few moment’s later my mom joined us, then followed by my groggy looking aunt. We began eating and I watched my aunt doze in and out of sleep as we did. We went and watched a film in the living room later, my aunty struggled staying awake, knowing that if she didn’t she wouldn’t be able to sleep later. I had really fucked her up.

Eventually she sauntered up stairs to go to sleep, I followed on though this time I headed to my room and actually went to sleep. I wanted to be feeling fresh and energized in the morning. Within what felt like the blink of an eye and I was waking up the next morning at 8am.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, shocked when I saw my aunty already up and eating breakfast.

“Morning Tom!” She said to me happily, then putting a spoonful of Weetabix in her mouth.

“Morning.” I replied, “Um… I’ll be right back” I then told her before sprinting back upstairs. If I was going to take her I may as well have done it now whilst it was just me and her. I grabbed the gun, tucking it into my pajama trousers out of sight, and heading back downstairs. “You’re up bright and early.” I said as I reentered the kitchen.

“Yes. I had a good sleep last night. Now I’m up and I’m ready to seize the day!” She said chirpily.

“And what a lovely day it is.” I stated pointing to the window. She looked out of it, momentarily looking away from me, that’s all I needed. I quickly pulled out the gun and shot her. She froze still looking out the window. I headed over to her and sat in the seat that she was sat on, instantly phasing into her and taking control of her body. I felt the new sensations of my stolen body, the extra weight on my chest, all my jiggling parts, and then there was a new feeling in my head, it felt fuller, more cluttered. I shrugged it off for now, instead heading into the toilet happy to once again see my aunties reflection and huge tits in the mirror.

“Now I’m ready to seize the day!”

(The reason for this post is to archive this story)

Aunty Comes To Stay

Author - Unknown

“There he is mom! I’ve found him!” I heard the loud call of my 10-year-old cousin as she stepped off the train. She was as excited as she normally was to see me, running up and wrapping her arms around my waist into a hug. “Hi Alice, how are you doing?” I asked her patting her on the head.

“I’m great!” She chirped still squeezing me tightly. Behind, her mom, or my aunty Sharon, was just getting off the train carrying their three bags of luggage. It was my mom’s best friend who she’d known since before I was born, though they were so close that she became my aunty.

“Hello!” She smiled pleasantly at me, however that was all I saw of her face as my eyes quickly darted down to her massive breasts which jiggled nicely as she dropped off the train and onto the platform. Not wanting to look like a perv though I dragged them back up to her face.

“Hi! Good journey?” I asked as politely as I could, giving her the kind and polite façade I always put on when family came over.

“Yes excellent.” She replied dropping the bags and leaning in for a hug. I returned the hug feeling her soft breasts pressing like pillows against my chest and smelling the sweet flowery scent of her perfume. I probably held the hug for slightly too long, simply enjoying basking in the closeness of my body to hers, though I had to release as not to make things awkward.

“I’ll get these.” I said grabbing their luggage and leading them away.

As we walked the few hundred meters back to my families house me and my aunty discussed the normal things, how my school was going, and how football was. As we did I couldn’t help but take sly glances at her large chest as it jiggled with every step. I’d been infatuated with it ever since I hit puberty. My aunties chest being practically the size of watermelons how could any teenage boy not be, I imagined that she was ogled to no end by the boys at the school which she taught. She taught year 7’s which was about the year I would have been when I’d first started noticing her huge boobs.

In fact, I remember the day I became infatuated with them, my aunty had bent over to clean the kitchen table after a family meal and her low-cut top left a huge window in which I could see her huge bra clad boobs swaying majestically as she wiped. I didn’t even know back then that ‘Cleavage’ was the word for what I was staring at, but boy did that dark chasm of delicious milky flesh arouse my interest. Since then my fascination in big breasts has only grown and with it the huge crush that I have on my aunty.

Though I had to say she wasn’t exactly the best-looking woman I’d ever seen, though she was by no means ugly. Her face was average, at least for a 46-year-old woman, she had soft green eyes, a small but strong nose and a mouth that was constantly curled into a kind tender smile. Framing her face was her brown shoulder length hair which she always wore down, having never seen her with it tied up or back. She’d probably best be described as a knock off Jennifer Anniston, in her face at least, her body being way different. Below the neck was what I really liked about her because my aunty was curvy, really god damn curvy. She had those massive boobs hanging from her chest, but below them she had wide hips and ass that most women would kill for, it being round and large and ever so firm.

Her body was currently hugged nicely in the clothes she wore. Her huge globes being contained in a green sweater which, although being high cut and boring, accentuated the curves and sheer size of those huge mountainous peaks. As for her large bubble but, that was being hugged nicely within the confinements of her tight jeans, I dropped back slightly as we walked to get a better look at it, before swiftly catching back up. I wasn’t sure whether my aunty knew she had a totally vulgar body, she dressed in a way that was totally respectable for a middle-aged woman but yet totally showed off her body at the same time. Whether she did or not, I didn’t care, I was just happy to take in her body whenever I had the chance.

When we arrived at the house and she was greeted by my parent’s I had one of these chances, whilst they were all distracted talking I gawked at her curvy body from behind. A shiver of excitement tingled down my spine, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it later.

You see I’d been passively staring at my Aunty for years now, but after so much gawping at her clothed curves I wanted to see more. In anticipation of her next visit I used the internet to search for ways that I could, though it was all spy camera’s and peep holes all of which were way too risky. Then it was as if by magic whilst browsing YouTube, which I swore didn’t have popups, that a mysterious advert appeared on my screen. “Possession Gun” the colorful ad said. I was about to click off when I glanced over and saw what it claimed to do. “Take control of anybody in your life. Whether it’s a crush, a celebrity, a teacher, or even a complete stranger. They’re all yours to play with for £14.99”. Naturally with what it was promising I was intrigued, so I clicked on it and was taken to a website. Scrolling through there was a video of the ‘Possession Gun’ being used. I clicked on it and watched as a middle-aged man used the gun to shoot a girl walking down a street, when the bullet hit her she instantly froze.

The man then approached her frozen body before literally stepping inside of it, a second later the girl started moving again, she headed straight up to the camera giving the thumbs up and the video ended. It was surely just special effects, but as I scrolled through the website and watched the plenty more videos available I started to believe more and more that it was real. I mean each of them was of the same guy and one of them was even of him using it on Jennifer Lawrence! Whilst she walked her dogs he shot her with the gun and then quickly ran over and took over her body, then flashing a mischievous grin at the camera all the while her dogs barked manically. How could they get Jennifer Lawrence to act in that? This was the final straw and for £14.99 it was worth it, even if it was fake. So, I ordered one.

I was pretty surprised when, as promised, a day later the package arrived at the house. I signed for it then quickly sprinted back up to my room to unbox it. I ripped the box open and the next thing I was holding a weird looking metal gun in my hand. I read the instructions, “Simply aim and fire” It said. Reading on a bit further it turned out that it was a pay to use thing, it cost £10 per use and each use lasted 12, however the first use was FREE. That’s all I needed, I wanted to test it but the only person in the house was my mom. “Ah fuck it.” She was my only choice so I headed down to the living room where she was watching TV, peaking around the door slightly before shooting her. I watched as she suddenly stopped moving, had it worked? I slowly made my way into the room, she didn’t move or say anything, I waved my hand in front of her face, her gaze didn’t move. The first part worked! Now how about the second? I remembered the videos on the website and decided I just needed to literally go into her.

So I turned around and sat down, I fully expected to land on my mom’s body but instead I phased right through it instead landing on the couch. Excited at this I quickly laid down fully and then for a brief second everything went black. When I reopened my eyes I knew something was different, I sat up, feeling the extra weight on my chest. “It fucking works!” I exclaimed hearing my mom’s voice leave my lips. Quickly getting up I ran over to a mirror and was greeted by my mom staring back at me. “I’m controlling mom!” I said grinning, watching as her reflection had the same grin in the mirror. The gun I’d bought was totally legit. I spent the rest of the day playing video games as my mom, even after my dad got home from work no one could tell me to stop because I was in charge. When I was ejected from her body at 11pm after 12 hours as her I discovered as she made me a hot chocolate that she was non-the wiser that I’d been in her body.

“So, you had a good day mom?” I asked her in the kitchen.

“You know I can’t for the life of me remember, just one of those days I think.” She shrugged, smiling happily at me as she handed me my hot chocolate. I was shocked but extremely pleased that she had absolutely no idea that I had been wearing her like a suit. I went to bed that night with a raging erection, excited about what was to come.

That night I decided exactly what I wanted to use the gun for. That was a week ago now and the day has finally come, I just had to wait until the right opportunity, but boy was I excited.

I was practically shaking whilst my parents and my Aunty caught up, my mind racing with thoughts of what I was going to be doing later. So rather than stand there and look like a mad person I took their suitcases up to the spare room before heading back to my room and grabbing the gun from under the bed. “Later my friend. Later” I grinned.

I then calmed myself before heading down stairs back to everybody to continue to act like the gracious son and nephew which I knew I far from.

For the next couple of hours, as dark fell, we just watched TV and I kept Alice entertained with my iPad. Though as my little cousin showed off her skills at Angry Birds I couldn’t help but stare at every aspect of my Aunty Sharon’s body. Soon it would be mine. My penis had been hard at the thought of it for over an hour, eventually I decided I needed to rub one out, so casually tucking my erection into my waist band I went upstairs. Once in my room I jumped onto my bed, instantly whipping out my penis and beginning to ferociously masturbate. I was just about cum when suddenly I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, I had to hold myself back from coming, it was rule number one of wanking, never cum if you hear movement, so that the person doesn’t enter the room and find you all covered in cum. I quickly pulled my pants up and headed over to the door, peaking through the small gap I saw my Aunty Sharon, her tits jiggling nicely as she climbed the stairs. It’s like she was taunting me, telling me I had 4 hours to wait before I could enjoy her sexy body whilst everyone was asleep. She went into the spare bedroom across the hall, I watched as she bent over, presenting her big round ass to me, and opened up a suitcase. She pulled some things from it and put them on the floor, my eyes were drawn to one thing especially, the big hefty white bra that she’d thrown down. I rubbed my still erect penis through my clothes as I imagined those big cups being wrapped around her breasts, around those big pale masses of beautiful flesh, imagining her big hard nipples, or whatever they looked like, pressing against the soft material, imaging what it would feel like.

“Oh I can’t fucking resist!” I groaned heading over to the bed and pulling out the gun from under it. I turned the thing on and checked that it was still logged into my PayPal, which I’d connected it to earlier before I headed over to the door. I peered around and saw she was just about to turn and leave, so wasting no time, and just like I had done with my mom, I pulled the gun around the door and shot her square in the head. Instantly she stopped moving. I quickly sprinted across the hall and into the spare room, closing the door behind me.

Looking my Aunties frozen body up and down I could hardly believe it, I finally had access to her body and in a few moments time it would be all mine. But before I clambered on inside I couldn’t help but look her frozen body over, it was weird being able to examine somebody like this. I got up close and personal in her face, right now I could see every last freckle on her pale aging skin. I bent over and looked up her nose, it was unpicked and primed with plenty of bogeys for me to enjoy later, if there was a habit that I needed to drop it was nose picking, but most people do it, really I just needed to be more secretive about it.

Suddenly though, as I was looking up my frozen aunties nose, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Sharon? Did you find it?” It was my mom, and she was about to walk in on my staring at my frozen Aunty. I had to get in her! Quickly, wasting no time I went behind my frozen aunty and in one smooth motion I stepped into her body. My vision went black for a moment before quickly returning. I was now wearing my Aunty Sharon’s body. I didn’t have much time to ponder this though as my mom burst into the room.

“Did you find it?” She asked though I had no clue what she was referring to.

“Um… No.” I said awkwardly, now being very aware that it was my aunties husky, yet feminine voice leaving my lips. I turned to my mom noticing that we were now level in height, having been nearly a foot taller than her previously, being rather lanky and skinny myself.

“Well I’m sure its in here somewhere.” My mom said then bending over and beginning to search through the suitcases. As she did I took stock of my new form, my hands came up and briefly cupped the two huge breasts that now hung from my chest. They felt so heavy! I then brushed them down my sides, then bringing them round and to a stop on my Aunties large rump, feeling the firmness of it as I gave it a light squeeze.

“Ah here it is!” My mom abruptly exclaimed making me flinch back to a normal standing position. She raised up some sort of key, it probably being the key to my parent’s villa in Spain which my Aunty and Uncle had just visited. I couldn’t help but remember going to Spain with my Aunty, a full week of her huge breasts clad in nothing but a tight black one-piece bikini, that was a good week. But this week her huge breast would be clad in absolutely nothing, this was going to be a better week!

“You coming back down to watch a film then?” My mom asked, though I knew it wasn’t actually a question and I could hardly say no.

“Um… Ok. I’ll be down in just a second.” I managed to buy myself some time. My mom said “ok” before heading downstairs, I however darted straight over to the bathroom. Once in I locked the door and headed straight over to the mirror. My mouth curled into a cheesy grin when I saw my Aunty Sharon staring back at me, the same excited expression splattered across her face.

“Why hello beautiful, and you are beautiful!” I said doing what was my Aunties best joker impression. I pulled a number of silly faces in the mirror watching as my Aunty did the same. I pulled her nose up and started honking like a pig, bursting into laughter when I saw her do the same. It was so weird watching her act so strangely, usually being so prim and proper that it was funny seeing her like this. I felt a little bit of gas building up inside and decided it was better out than in. I squeezed hard and suddenly it came out in a loud toot, I burst into laughter again. “I thought women didn’t fart.” I joked.

“Sharon, are you coming?” I then heard my mom shout up the stairs. Fuck! I had to go.

“I’ll be seeing you later.” I almost taunted my reflection as I turned to leave the room, though not before catching a whiff of the fart I’d just let out. “What a stinker” I joked before heading downstairs.

My family were all sat down waiting when I re-entered the living room, and as I sunk down in the couch next to Alice none of them were any the wiser that I was an imposter wearing Aunty Sharon’s body. Not even her own daughter.

When the film started I knew I was never going to be able to stay the full feature, the fact that I was currently wearing my Aunty and the sight of her breasts bulging into my vision was simply turning me on too much. I could actually feel my Aunties pussy getting wet, it pained me to be in here watching some childish film when I could be upstairs exploring this stolen body. That’s why after about 10 minutes of agonizing waiting I excused myself from the room.

“Do you want me to pause it?” My dad asked me as I left.

“No, keep it going. I uh… Need to ring Kevin.” I said referring to my Aunties husband, then I quickly left the room.

I pretty much leapt up the stairs, so eager to get into the bathroom that the bounce of my stolen breasts nearly pulled me down into a face plant. But luckily I stayed on my feet and swiftly made it into the bathroom and back in front of the mirror. “Why hello again!” I said, once again greeted by the sight of my busty aunt staring back at me.

“Well no point in waiting!” I reached down and grabbed the hem of my sweater and pulled it over my head. It snagged momentarily on my aunties large tits, but with a harsher tug and it sprung right off. I threw it on the floor before looking back to my reflection. “Fuck me!” I said as I saw my aunty now topless but for a huge lacey white bra, her huge fleshy tits spilling over from the sides, the bra clearly being to small. Though I bet it was hard to bra shop for tits this big, the bra was probably bespoke.

Wanting to go further my hands reached up behind my back and began unbuckling the straps of the bra. A moment later I felt myself lurch forward as the latch sprung undone. I grabbed the cups of the bra to not let them fall off, keeping my aunties modesty covered for now, I wanted to make this a moment to remember. I had to prepare myself mentally, I was about to see my aunties boobs! Boobs that I’d been yearning after for over 6 years, boobs that I should never ever see naked, but I was about to. And, as I felt my hands pressing against the soft masses and watched in the mirror as I pressed them into my chest making their size look obscene, I could resist. So with one unceremonious drop I let go of the bra and let them tumbled into view. I froze when I did. They were even better than I’d expected!

The two big pale masses of pliant flesh hung like two huge teardrops from my chest. They sagged a little, though that was expected with the size of them, yet they were still so full and round, almost like two basket balls hanging from my chest. In the middle which, pointing out like two large laser pointers were her nipples, they were brown and thick, probably poking about an inch out from the breast, and surrounding each nipple was a dark brown, teacup size, areola, scattered across it a number of small little bumps.

“Oh My God! What the fuck!” I exclaimed as my hands came up and cupped my huge stolen boobs, feeling as they sank into the soft, yet still firm flesh. “They’re amazing!” I gasped. They truly were, my aunty possessing some of the best boobs I’d ever seen, even with 8 years of porn viewing. My hands began to grope away at the pliant masses, there was just so much flesh to play with! I grabbed at the two large nipples and began tugging and pulling on them, feeling them jolt with pleasure as I did. I watched my aunty in the mirror as her reflection did the same, she looked like a child having the time of her life, juggling and jiggling her breasts like they were a couple of playthings. Eventually I let them go watching as they dropped back into place with a jiggle.

“I have to get a few photos!” I stated, though I could see them any time I wanted for the next week I wanted to make sure I could see them forever. So pulling out my aunties phone I opened the camera and began posing as I snapped picture after picture. After about 10 minutes or so I had filled her SD card with pictures of nothing but her breasts. Now I just had to send them to myself, so logging into my dropbox I dragged them all over, watching as the bar read 1% complete. Boy was it going to take a long time. But I didn’t care I had the rest of my body to explore.

However my dad did seem to care. As I was just about to undo the belt buckle of my aunties jeans he shouted up the stairs.

“Tom what are you using the wifi for? It’s going really slow down here? Our film won’t stop buffering!” He groaned from the bottom of the stairs. Shit! “Tom!” He carried on calling. Then he started walking.

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You can use one these solutions to share videos

• Upload to site like filemoon, streamtape or mega and share the link
• Use tenor to make a guf of your video and use the gif tool to embed that

Nice pic btw

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Making an account is as easy as any other site, just confirm your email and you’re done.

@Generic-Guest

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Filemoon gave me like 40TB of free video storage and the speeds for both upload and download were even better than Mega.

Settling on filemoon for now

Any better Suggestions?

So I recently exhausted my mega account with 20GB of stuff.

I wanted to know if there were any better video hosting providers that allow adult media and are cheap.

One benefit of mega was that I could embed videos directly inside post.