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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@clop Yeah video files won’t work only images work for directly uploads

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

@Mario2000 Freaky Deaky has a mom daughter swap

“https://possessionportal.com/post/117”

@Generic-Guest

Well you can only uploads videos there which it transcodes and compresses some more, so not for archiving purposes but good enough to share stuff.

Apart from that and some ads it is a pretty good service, I found it to be much faster then Mega on both uploads and Downloads.

Making an account is as easy as any other site, just confirm your email and you’re done.

@Generic-Guest

iwara had the same problem as mega, there was limited free space which would get filled quickly again.

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.

@emina07 I think I have the first part but not the one mentioned by you.

First Part -

“https://possessionportal.com/post/53”

@Billryan44 I don’t have all the new ones, but I do have some vids by her in my collection.