Magnetism

"Oh my god, your tits are so huge. Can I feel them?" A random girl asked Kevin.

"They're all yours girl!" Kevin said.

"Quick, take a pic. Her tit's are so fucking big!" She said to her friend. The girl leaned in and stuck out her tongue.

"Thank you!" She said walking away.

"No problem girl!"

Kevin knew that boobs had their own magnetism. As a body hopper he wore so many bodies that proved his point. His current body, he didn't even know her name, had a rack so huge he managed to get into a pool party with no questions asked. He loved walking around flaunting his new tits in front of a bunch of strangers and getting to know them. Everybody at the party wanted to talk to him, and he knew exactly why too.

College Hoppers

"Aww yes, this is the best fucking party I've ever been too!" A male voice said.

Jesse (left) and Zach (right) ignored the comment and kept on going at each other. Moments ago the two were doing shots in their latest mounts, and now they found themselves making out in the steamy waters of the hot tub.

The duo loved hoping into college parties because nobody gave a shit how you acted after a few shots of tequila. Tonight was no different, the two hopped into bodies of two random chicks they didn't even bother to remember their names and slammed as many shots as they handle. Once they were at the right levels of drunkenness the two hoppers made their way to the hot tub and let their hormones take over.

Without saying a word the two wasted hoppers knew what the other wants, so they began making out and feeling each other up. Jesse and Zach were going to fuck each other right there in the hot tub for the whole party to see, and they couldn't care less.

The show must go on

A violent electrical surge erupted at the party, lighting the air brighter than the mid summer afternoon sun. The jolt spread throughout the pool into the backyard. After the whiteness faded everyone found themselves in a slightly different location.

Somehow the surge swapped the party goers in the pool, nobody was who they were before. Everybody began to lose their mind, except for Phil, the party's DJ.

The former black man found himself in the body of a busty woman. He didn't know who she was, but what he did know is that he had a job to do. Phil approached his deck and got on the mic for a quick announcement.

"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but it just made this party the best fucking party in my life," he grabbed a glass of champagne. "Who's ready to have the party of their life!?!???"

The yells of confusion turned into an eruption of cheers.

Phil grinned from his new body. He put on his headphones and began the best set list he had ever made in his life.

No Hands!

"Look Carly, no hands!" Jason exclaimed walking into the living room with a mimosa buried between his breasts.

"What the fuck Jason?" Carly roared from her newly acquired male vocal chords. Then silence. Jason gulped, he didn't want to piss off his best friends. "How did you figure this out? I knew my tits were awesome, but not this awesome!"

Jason sighed, the mimosa still dangling between his breasts. "I know right!?!?!? I was just chilling outside, browsing some reddit on my iPad and I couldn't find a good place to hold my drink and read at the same time. Then it occurred to me that this bikini is a little tight, so I took my glass and squeezed this sucker in between my, ahem, your girls and bam!"

"I'm totally gonna steel your trick once we swap back!"

"You can totally have it! Only if we swap back," Jason corrected her. "We still don't even know how the fuck this even happened." He said walking over to the cabinet. "Say, do you have any straws here?"

"Yeah, check the one by the sink." Carly said admiring her old body. She never knew her ass was that good! A part of her wanted to fuck the lights out of her old body, she felt her pants begin rising. She never knew why Jason never approached her physically after all these years, it must have taken him a lot willpower to resist a body that hot.

"Thanks Carly!" Jason plopped the straw in the cup and began sipping. "I'm gonna be outside a little longer with my new cup holder!"

"I think I'm gonna join you," Carly said. Whatever willpower Jason had, she sure as hell did not. "Maybe you can show me your secrets!" She winked.

Hormones

See Part 1 of Harold's adventure here.

Nice rack, Harold thought admiring his mount's breast. I haven't seen a pair this perfect in so long!

"Are you okay Sid?" The young man next to Harold asked.

"I'm fine, just checking to see if I still have any tan lines." Harold looked up from his breasts into the young man's eyes.

There's something about hormones that can really override one's thoughts. No matter how powerful of a body hopper you are, male or female, hormones will always win. Harold was immediately struck by the young man's handsome looks, his jawline was so square and masculine. His eyes so blue and soft. And his body. His body was to Harold to what his mount's breasts were to the man next to him, it was so perfect and hard. Harold had never wanted a man inside him so much before in his life.

"You look fine," the man continued.

"Are you sure?" Harold asked?

"Yes, perfectly fine."

"Here, how about you check for me?" Harold told the young man's hand and placed it on his breast. "Take a peak, feel around, make sure there are no tan marks."

A little tent began to pitch inside that man's swim suit. His hormones began to override him. Harold felt the man's hands as they began caressing his breasts.

"Wait," Harold said removing the man's hands from his breasts. "Not here, how about we go somewhere a little more private?" He stood up, taking one of the man's hands and led him to a secluded part of the beach. They were both slaves to their body's hormones, and neither would like it any other way.

House Cleaning

"Steven, is that really you?" Kimmy said approaching a face she hadn't worn in over a year. The woman at the palm tree looked over and smiled. Kimmy's heart stopped, it was really her. Well her old body that is. "Holy shit Steven, that really is you! What did you do to my body? I look- I look h-"

"Hot?" Steven leaned against the palm tree. "And what I think you meant is that you look hot. This body isn't yours anymore."

"I just don't know what to say..." Kimmy was dumbfounded. When she abandoned her body over a year ago it was chunky and severely overweight, like 240 lbs overweight. She left it for Steven's, who was fit and much lighter than her. Kimmy chose a male body thinking her life would be a lot easier since men were way less judgmental than woman. Now standing before her was a beautiful woman with fantastic tits who only looked familiar to her only in the face.

"Amazing isn't it?" Steven continued, "How having a little self control and discipline can take you a long way. Your body was disgusting Kimmy, like a house that hadn't been cleaned in years. I hated every moment living inside of it, until I got so fed up with all the filth that I decided to do a little house cleaning.

"You know what's great about house cleaning? You get to discover treasures you never thought you had. Like damn girl, you had a rockin pair of tits and all you had to do was work for them. Instead you ran away, ran away into the body of some tourist. But hey, looking how you're treating my old body it looks like you might not be that far away from having tits yourself."

"How about we trade back?" Kimmy pleaded.

"Fuck you. I'd never give this body up."

"Hey Kim!" A male voice shouted from behind Kimmy. "You ready to go to the shores?"

"Who's that?" Kimmy asked her old body.

"Oh you wouldn't know him, that's Anthony. He's new here. Coming love!" Steven shouted. "And he's my new boyfriend." With that Steven-as-Kimmy left his old body behind hoping into Anthony's truck.

"B-b-boyfriend?" Kimmy muttered. She never had a boyfriend...

Inside Jessica Nigri Part 8 - Vacation

It's been a while since we last saw how Charlie was doing as Jessica Nigri, let's take a peek at what he's been up to!

"How are you doing Cameron, my man?" Charlie said opening up Facetime.

"Not as good as you obviously," Cameron said. His dark messy room in the background was in stark contrast to the beach Charlie lied on. "I've been following you on Instagram after all, looks like you're having a great time in the Caribbean."

"It's been wonderful!" Charlie said rolling over onto his chest. "Being an adult is hard work, but a summer vacation is well worth it."

"Doesn't that hurt you?"

"Doesn't what hurt me?"

"Lying on your boobs like that, that has to hurt," Cameron said. His voice was worn and tired.

"Nope, they're quite comfy actually. It's like lying on two pillows attached to me, except bouncier," Charlie began bouncing up and down on his chest. He loved pushing his best friend's buttons as Nigri.

"Alright, alright." Cameron said. "Stop it, I was just curious is all. So how many days are left on your vacation?"

"Too little," Charlie said rolling back on his back. "I didn't actually plan this trip, it was all pre-planned by Nigri and her assistant months before I became her. If it was up to me I'd be here for another month or two, but sadly I have to get back to Phoenix in three days. Sucks!"

"Sucks to suck," Cameron said. "Still better than the trip I took with my family. Five days with my stupid cousins in Nashville was five days too long, I swear I wasn't meant to be born into this family. They're so embarrassing! Maybe one of these days I'll find a way to begin a new life like you did."

"Well keep me updated if that happens, but choose wisely. I didn't expect to be stuck as Jessica, it just sorta happened. Do I like it? Most of the time: yes. But her life is really intense, she's a fucking workaholic and I have to keep up appearances. This is why I need this vacation, it's literally just me on this trip, no one else. If I had to spend another second around her personal assistant and her uptight personality I swear I was going to strangle her."

"You're right. I was being mellow dramatic and a tad envious. The grass is always greener I suppose. Hey man, I gotta go. My mom's calling me."

"Sure man, talk to you later!"

"Later!"

The screen returned to Charlie's home screen, Lying back on his recliner his phone started buzzing. It was Jessica's PA, calling for the thousandth time that day. He hit the ignore button then powered his phone down. It was his vacation and he wasn't going to let anyone ruin it.

Not so sure anymore

"I'm not so sure about this anymore," Tim said to his friend who James who was beginning to pull down his pants.

"Come on man, we agreed on this!" James said hoping into the hot tub, his erection standing at full attention.

"I know, I know. It's just that..."

"It's just that what? Obviously you're not afraid of getting your pussy pounded. Yeah, I saw you making out with Mitch in the hallway yesterday. Or the fact that just a day before you gladly took a ride with Jeremy back home. Oh and the day before that, your first day as Ginny I might add, you called off the first time this was supposed to happen so you could rest. I'll have you know, I saw Snapchats from Anthony that night of your making out with him. You've been Ginny, the hottest girl in the entire school for just four days and you've already made her the biggest slut in the entire school. What the hell do you have against me?"

"You want the truth?" Tim asked.

"Yes I want the truth," James demanded.

"Well it's just that your," Tim brought his index finger and thumb together with a small gap between them, "your dick is a little too small for me."

"Arrrggghhhh!" Jame roared. "If my best friend isn't going to sleep with me I don't know if I'll ever get laid." James hopped out of the pool, still naked and erect.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tim asked.

"To do the thing you won't do." He wrapped himself in his towel. "I'll be in my room, don't knock." He slammed the door behind him.

"Sorry..." Tim said.

Bello's Beauties Part 2: The Commercial

Part 1

"This summer the only thing that should change about you is your swimsuit." A breathy female voice said through the monitor. "From legendary designer Tory Bello comes a new line of swimsuits so breathtaking, you will have the whole beach looking at you. Introducing the brand new Fiato line, only available this year."

"Perfect," the director said pausing the screen, "she is absolutely goddamn perfect. So what do you think Mr. Bello?"

The designer sat at his desk admiring himself on camera, he had to agree with the director, he did look really good in that form. Although that was just about everything he could agree with the director on, there were somethings that he didn't like about the man during his day on set.

"About the commercial or the model?" Bello asked.

"The commercial of course! We can talk about the model later," he whispered.

"The commercial is fine," Bello said, his voice stern. "But I'm afraid we can't show it."

"Huh?" the director's mouth opened in surprise. "And just why is that?"

"The model we used that day, Emily," Bello paused recalling the events of that day. "She informed me that your behavior towards her was less than professional, hell even lower than that. Dare I say immature?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Forty-six accounts of you calling her a bitch, twenty-nine accounts of you raising your voice at her, twenty-two accounts of you shusshing her when she offered feedback, seventeen accounts of molestation, and five accounts of you following her directly to her changing room so you can 'keep an eye on her.' Just what is your problem?" After countless experiences with directors in the fashion world, Bello had gotten really good at keeping track of the rampant sexism men would express, especially the ugly ones, the moment they had power over a beautiful woman. Needless to say, Bello did not give this director one of his famous bonuses after the shoot.

"Who told you this?" The director said, Bello could sense him trying to suppress his anger. 

"Why Emily of course," Bello said crossing his arms. 

"How could you possibly believe that? Who the hell counts every time something like that happens to them? That is complete bullshit Mr. Bello."

"I trust my beauties," Bello said calmly. "Especially more than I trust you."

"You're going to believe that bitch over me?" the director's anger broke through. "I'm a well renowned fashion industry director, I've done commercials for Calvin Kline for fucks sake! And you're going to trust some girl who only gets paid for her looks over a man who put time and dedication into his craft!?"

"You will be paid for your work in the editing room, and we will compensate your staff at full price. I will not pay you for the day of the shooting, I do not tolerate that kind of behavior here. Now get out or I'll make sure you never work in this industry again!"

"Fine," the director said, rage still flowing through his veins as he stood up. "I fucking hated that bitch anyways." He said slamming the door behind him. 

Cat Calling

"Damn, look at the rack on her." Juan said as a busty girl in a blue bikini passed him. "Wee woo," he whistled out, "looking good babe! Wanna compare boobs?"

The blue bikined girl sneared at Juan and continued her stroll down the beach.

"What it'd do to have a dick again to titty fuck the shit out of her," Juan rolled back.

"Jesus Juan, I thought you were embarrassing when you had a dick. This is even worse," the man next to him said.

"You know what they say Tina, you can take the dick away from the man, but you can't take the man away from the dick. Plus girl, your vag ain't bad I just sometimes miss gettin hard is all."

"I don't know how you men deal with these things, I can't control it, it just pops up sometimes. It's like having a perverted jack in the box between my legs."

Juan eyed his old body up and down, and noticed the bulge in Tina's pants she was attempting to cover with a towel.

"That chick turned you on didn't she?" He nudged his friend. "You wanna fuck her don't ya?"

"Shut up Juan!" Tina hastily covered herself up.

"You know," he said checking out another girl passing by, "that's one thing I really do love about having a pussy, nobody knows if I'm turned on or not." He said winking at his old friend.

Southen Pride

"Get that thing off my me!" the text read.

"Tough luck darling," Garry replied, "I didn't ask for this body but I am sure as hell making it my own."

"You're ruining everything I stood for, now all my friends are going to think I'm a racist. Are those tattoos too?"

"Like I said, I'm making it my own. If you want to go chase down that scientist who did this to us by all means go ahead, I tried, I got nowhere. This body is as much mine as it was yours darling. Oh, and by the way honey, this ain't about racism, this is all about Southern Pride. Something you New Yorkers would never understand."

Too much fun

"This is just too much fun," Tyler said shaking his new chest around. "I could literally do this for hours."

"Ew dude, that's my sister's body. I don't want to see you play with it like that," Henry said. "You know what man, I think I'm starting to regret asking you to take my big sister's body for this vacation. I think you're being more annoying than her. Weren't we going to play games?"

"This is way more fun than a video game," Tyler continued shaking his borrowed boobs around. "I think I finally understand why most girls don't game. This is way more fun than Call of Duty."

"Ugghhh," Henry sighed and walked away as his best friend continued playing with his new chest.

This will do

Yeah, this will do. Collin thought pulling himself out of the ocean. Moments ago the man taking a dip in the bay with his family. His family, who he loved but was the largest source of stress and monotony in his life. He wanted to be free, to be young again, to have something different than the same old 9 to 5, the same bills due at the end of each month, and the same sex he and his wife always had. Collin had a plant to escape it all without hurting his family, so he took out a life insurance policy.

It was summer time, that meant vacation time, and vacations meant tourist, and tourist meant Collin could disappear into a new life. So he brought his family on vacation to Florida for his last time.

Collin scanned the beaches, looking for the right body to snatch, this time he wanted something different, something unfamiliar, something he had never experienced before in his life. So he decided to check out the bikini clad woman. Half a mile down the beach he found the perfect body, a group of young twenty-somethings, obviously tourists do to their accents, he selected one of the girls as his target.

Using a possession spell he found he muttered the words beneath his breath. Once the spell was complete a sharp pain erupted from his left arm, his chest convulsed at an irregular pattern, and he began gasping for breath. The world went dark, and with that he was dead.

Half a mile away the tourist girl was bathing in the water. Collin felt his soul shoot straight down the beach into her body. Eager he stood up and inspected his new body, but was distracted by the cry of his now widowed wife.

"Goodbye Susan, but I couldn't take it anymore. I hope you enjoy the gift I gave you," he said in a French accent. "Oh, I'm French now." He said all giddy.

Mirror Pic

Below is an transcript of a text conversation between Andrew (picutred) and his friend Billy

Andrew (picutred): How do I look?

Billy: Great! Now get your cousin's ass over here.

Andrew: Yeah, let me just find a shirt to cover up.

Billy: Why a mirror pic though?

Andrew: huh?

Billy: The mirror pic, why did you take a mirror pic? You know all phones have front facing cameras.

Andrew: no time for that, do you want to get laid of not?

Billy: I do, I do. Now hurry up!

Billy: But why? MySpace is over, nobody does mirror pics anymore, especially after Apple started front facing cameras.

Andrew: Jesus Christ Billy. My cousin lets me borrow her body for the afternoon, I decide to finally get you laid by being her, and this is how you text me? No wonder you can't get laid.

Billy: Sorry, sorry. It was just bothering me is all.

Andrew: You know what, I don't think this is going to happen. You need to learn how to get laid on your own, you'll learn a lot about yourself doing that.

Billy: I said I was sorry, isn't that good enough?

Andrew: no it's not. You need this, it's for your own good.

Billy: Sorry! Is there any way I can make it up to you?

Andrew: Yeah you can by getting me laid. Is your older brother home?

Chillaxin'

"Now this is the life!" Brad (right) said stretching his feminine arms, "no work, no stupid customers, no ex-girlfriend sending me sobby texts, and views as beautiful as the ocean." He said eyeing the girl next to him.

"Awe you're too sweet," Gary (left) teased, "but unfortunately I'm taken." He said pointing to the ring on his left right finger. "Plus I love my fiance's cock."

"Hmm, speaking of cock," Brad said eyeing a hunky guy running by. "How quickly do you think I can get him inside me?"

"Dude, you're like the straightest guy I know. You've slept with how many girls, including this body? What's the matter, tired of pussy?"

"Nah man, I just need a vacation," Brad said standing up, "and you've given me the greatest one yet." He began making his way towards the guy, his breast jiggling beneath his bikini at every step.

Brad and Gary were best friends. Brad, had recently been through a tough break up and was feeling down in the dumps about everything. Wanting to help a friend out Brad convinced his fiancee to allow Gary to join them on their annual trip to Exchange Island. After arriving Gary ended up in the body of Jill, his fiancee, and Brad wound up as a busty girl. He took swap surprisingly well, so well that five minutes after leaving Gary he was getting his brain fucked out behind the bathroom!