Is it in?

"Is it in?" Nathan (left) asked Justin (right).

"Oh fuck!" Justin screamed. "Yeah it's in."

"Now let me do the work, I've been inside Julia's vag before, I know all it's good spots..."

"This is so weird," Justin said fighting the urge to moan. "I can't even begin to describe how weird it is to have a dildo between my legs."

"Shh, no talking more moaning."

Justin went quiet and had his friend do the work. The two men possessed the bodies of two of their hottest coworkers, Julia and Nancy. Justin had always wanted to know what it was like to have sex as a woman, especially with another woman, so the spell was perfect. He convinced Nathan to try it out with him. Nathan took Nancy's body because he had a thing for Julia, the two had hooked up a long time ago and Nathan wasn't able to let her go, but meanwhile she had moved on. Things were really awkward in the office after that.

But nothing would beat the awkwardness in the office the next Monday after the two men returned to their normal bodies and saw Julia and Nancy in the elevator. If only they knew the dirty things they did to each other as the two women standing right next to them.

Are you ready?

"Are you ready?" Henry addressed the webcam.

"YES!" Three teen male voices said in unison.

"Here I go," Henry pulled down his mount's bra and revealed her wonderful breasts. Giving them a big shake. He snapped his breasts back into his bra.

"Why'd you put them back?" Andrew's voice came over the speakers.

"It feels so weird, you try having breasts!" Henry gestured towards hi chest. "Plus I've never worn boobs this big before, walking feels so weird."

"Maybe if we get as lucky as you," Kevin's voice was next. "It still blows my mind that you're Elizabeth right now. God I'm so jealous!"

Ever since Henry discovered he was a body hopper he'd possess the bodies of the girls and women his friends and him had major crushes on. Tonight was Elizabeth, a busty waitress at a restaurant Kevin went to with his family earlier that week. Henry was given her picture and after that he was instantly her.

"So what does it feel like?" Josh said. He had been pretty quiet tonight. Probably because this was his first time ever seeing Henry actually use his powers.

"What does what feel like?" Henry asked.

"Being a woman, and having you know... tits."

"Like having two bags of jello strapped to my chest at all times, and it feels so fantastic." Henry jiggled his chest side-to-side again. "Do you boys want more of Elizabeth?"

"Yes please!" Andrew and Kevin both said.

"Good, because I think I found one of her toys laying around. I think I'm going to give it a test drive!"

"Is he.... is he really....?" Josh asked.

"Ohhh, it's just getting good," Kevin said.

"Prepare press record," Andrew said. "Because Henry does not fuck around."

All Henry could do was smile while looking for the dildo. Some boys skate to impress their friends, others play the guitar, and an few of them get good grades, but nobody except him became other people to blow their friends out of the water.

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.

It worked!

"It worked!" The woman across the street shouted and shook her breast back and forth. She began skipping across the road to Ted.

"Oh my god, you can't be fucking serious!" Ted said.

"Would Ms. Baxter ever do this?" She whipped out her tit.

"HOLY SHIT IT IS YOU SPENCER!"

"You bet your tits it's me! I'm 100% Ms. Baxter for the next twenty four hours, and there's nothing she can do about it. So what do you say my man, want to get to work and show me how much of a man you really are?" Spencer took Ted's hand and placed it on his new tit. "Ms. Baxter might not think you're a top student, but you definitely would make a good top in bed."

Ted felt his pants grow much tighter. "The car's around the corner, let's go!"

Peeping Tom Part 5

"I've worn a lot of breasts, but none as large as yours girl," Tom said lifting his left tit up. He let it drop and felt the vibrations jiggle. "Boy, you two sure are heavy!"

Tom got himself into a modeling studio this time. He always wondered what the life of a glamour model was, what it was like to be paid for just looking hot. So he took the body of some unsuspecting photographer, and once he found the girl he liked most he snapped a quick shot of her. Erika was this girl's name.

This time around Tom wasn't going to change Erika's life, he wasn't going to get her a college degree or an "honest job" because she seemed pretty well off and put together. Hell she seemed to actually love her job! This time Tom was along for the ride. He was going to take a vacation for a while and live the life of somebody who loved life, and looked fucking hot too!

"Erika, it's time for our next photo shoot!" A female voice called from the other side of the door.

"Be right out!" Tom said. "I wonder what it's like to get tit fucked with tits this big," Tom said snapping his bra together, "I suppose I know what I'm doing tonight!"

Hello Girls

"Well hello girls," Kevin said to his breasts. "You two are looking fine as fuck if I do say so myself." He gave his breasts a tight squeeze causing a warm tingling sensation between his legs.

Kevin had just managed to possess the body of his hot neighbor, Becky. She was the trophy wife of Mr. Gault, a man at least twenty years her senior, and what a trophy indeed.

During the day, when her husband was gone at work she would usually go out back to their pool and tan completely topless. To fifteen year old Kevin just the sight of her would drive his hormones off the wall.

Masturbation wouldn't cut it, Kevin wanted to get as close as possible to her tits as he physically could. So he possessed her.

"Mmmmm, you're making me so horny," Kevin reached one hand between his legs and tinckled his clit. "Ahh!" His legs grew weak, he almost fell into the water. "I have died and gone to heaven!"

Kevin swam up to the pool side and began exploring Becky's body, both outside and in.

Shopping Spree

Jim loved women, and not in the usual way. He loved the way they dressed, and how their clothes complemented the curves of their body. He loved how a girl could wear anything and still looked amazing. He wanted to be inside a woman's skin so he could be inside of their clothes. As a man he tried out cross dressing, he did a few drag shows, but it never felt right. After a while he gave up and settled for a more "normal" lifestyle.

Then one day he got lucky.

One day he awoke in the body of a woman. It was a dream come true! He didn't know who he was, nor did he care, he was just happy he had the right body to dress the way he felt like he always should have dressed. So, as a woman with a name he hardly even knew, he took to the mall and gave himself a shopping spree.

He had never been so happy before in his life!

Whip it Out

"Whip it out Sam!" Harold urged his friend.

"You ready to see the girls?" Conner reached into his top and pulled out his right tit like a magician revealing a rabbit from his hat. He began jiggling it around in front of his friend's face.

"Fuck yes!" Harold felt his pants grow tighter. "Now do the other!"

Conner delightfully followed his friend's request. For years the two boys had been crushing on their friend Michael's older sister, Bethany. She was fix years older than the boys and already moved on to college by the time they went to her high school.

During their freshman year Conner discovered he had the ability to possess people for a short amount of time. He only told Harold about it, and then the two started working on their plan to get as close to Bethany as possible.

Once Bethany sprung in town for spring break the following March Conner went to work.

"Can I touch them?" Harold asked his friend who was juggling his borrowed breasts in front of his face.

"Maybe..." Conner made locked eyes with him and bit his lips.

"You can't do this man!"

"I don't know Harold, they are mine now. And they feel so good!"

"You're the worst!"

"I'm just fucking with you man, they're as much of yours as they are mine. Have at 'em!"

Harold was in heaven.

Peeping Tom Part 4

Oh no! I thought I published this entry a long time ago. Well consider this your lucky day readers.

Peeping Tom now has its own tag, and I've added a new tag to the blog: make over. For stories about people completely changing their lives after inhabiting a new body. (Like in House Cleaning)

Part 3

You know how in those 80's teen movies there was always an ugly girl that underwent a transformation into a more beautiful and confident version of herself with the help of her friends?

Becky was that girl, and Tom was her friend.

The thing Tom loved most about the camera, other than the obvious perks of becoming anyone he wants, was that no matter what choices he made in the bodies he possessed, once he left they believed they made all those choices.

Tom had made a lot of choices in different women's bodies, none of which he regretted and he often left them better off than before. For example, Allison, a girl he was a few bodies ago, had an extremely shitty boyfriend. He treated her like crap and would often sneak out and cheat on her with another woman (Tom knew this because he was that other woman before Allison). He broke up with her abusive boyfriend and found her a man who actually loved her and treated her well.

But Becky was his masterpiece, and like most masterpieces it took a lot of time and effort. Five months of effort, the longest Tom ever remained in one body. Pre-Tom Becky had major social anxiety issues, talking to anyone other than her sister would raise her heart rate to that of a sprinter's. She worked from home and only wore her favorite color: a dark purple. She was putting on weight around her midsection and only showered when she needed to (usually when she met up with her sister).

Tom had to give her a lot of new habits, and a new wardrobe. And both take time to form.

Post-Tom Becky was a confident young woman who had no issues with people she didn't know. He shaved away her belly fat but managed to keep it where it mattered most, her tits. Tom bought her new clothes and made sure to walk around town as confident as possible. He even found MeetUp groups in the area and got her a few friends. Five months of work, five months of showing Becky her true potential. He ended it as the ultimate wing man, he approached the hottest guy at the club, hit it up with him and once the deal was sealed he pulled his camera out of her purse and snapped a photo of a random girl on the dance floor. He wanted Becky to be the one who slept with her first man in years. He figured he could get laid as any girl, but Becky can only be laid as Becky.

That night he celebrated his success in his new body with another random dude he met at the bar.

Bathroom Dance

"Is that really you Jamie?" Kevin asked the woman dancing in the mirror.

"You bet your tits it's me!" She spun around from the mirror shook her perfect tits in Kevin's face. "God I feel so fucking fine! Your dad really went right with his third wife."

"Ugh," the fourteen year old boy sighed. "She's like twenty years younger than him, it's disgusting!"

"And that makes you ten years younger than I am, I don't see you complaining about you fucking me in a few minutes!" Jamie shook his new breasts again.

"Are you serious about doing this?"

"You're goddamn right I am. Look, I've been jerkin' off to your step mom for months now, and you're the one who wanted to sleep with her. We'd both be doing each other a favor by doing this. So how about ya' stop talking, unhook my bra, and titty fuck the shit out of me?"

Are You Sure? Part 2 - Fuck the guest!

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?" Jon asked Clyde.

"Oh I am more than sure," Clyde said revealing his cleavage. "I want you inside me right now." He began playing with his breast in front of his best friend.

Clyde and Jon's relationship had never been so close. It had been four months since the ghost of Clyde took over the body of Jon's trophy wife, Claire, and things could not have been better between the two friends. Jon had all but forgotten about how much of a gold digging bitch she was, and Clyde loved nothing more than being back in the land of the living. What Clyde never expected was just how much of a nympho Jon's wife was. These occurrences were hardly rare.

"But what about the guests?" Jon said attempting to suppress his erection.

"Fuck the guest," Clyde took his best friend's hand into his and pulled him towards his feminine body. "Fuck me!" Clyde wrapped his legs around Jon and began making out with him, moaning with every breath he took.

"I'm so fucking happy you're my wife!" Jon said pulling down his pants and penetrating his best friend. Clyde roared into an echoing moan, every time felt like the first time with Claire's vagina.

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.

Meridian

Dave stood by the limo as the private jet roared on up the tarmac. The gust from the jet engines was enough to blow off Dave's footing, but he was a professional and professionals do not budge.

The bodyguard was given a brief memo today from the CEO of Meridian International, Charles Vincent, that his experiment had been a complete success and that his most trusted bodyguard, Dave, should be expecting him to arrive in a different form, and that he is under strict orders to trust that no matter what, if a person comes up to him today claiming to be Charles Vincent, to act towards them as if they are Charles Vincent. It must have been one crazy experiment.

The plane halted a few feet from the limo and lowered the staircase. Out walked a beautiful woman, she was dressed in a designer dress and walked with more power and confidence than any woman Dave had met before in his life.

"Dave," she said approaching the car. "Nice to see you again. How do I look?"

"Excuse me miss, I don't believe we've met." Dave said sternly.

"Did you not get the memo?"

"I did get a memo."

"Did you get the second memo?"

"I only got one miss."

"You didn't get the second memo?" She said pulling out her phone. "Somebody's getting fired it looks like." She typed out a quick email and put her phone back into her purse. "Problem solved. Now Dave, what did the first memo say?"

"To treat anyone who claims to be Mr. Vincent as if they are Mr. Vincent today."

"Good, good. Well Dave, I am Mr. Vincent. The boys in the lab have been helping me find a fountain of youth. This is the answer, a brand new body!" Charles said. "This should have been explained in the second memo with a detailed report. This body is only temporary for now, she's just some random model we paid off, thought I'd give the female form a spin for a weekend to see what it's like. But this is the answer Dave, we solved death! This calls for a little celebration, don't ya think?"

"I agree Mis-ter Vincent," Dave gulped. "Where too?"

"The usual of course," Charles said setting himself into the rear seat of the limo. "Oh, and you can call my Charlie."

"Of course Charlie."

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.

Peeping Tom Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"I'm gonna have to save you for later," Tom said snapping a photo of his borrowed body. "This has been a fun time Penelope, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to leave you soon. Why didn't I think of taking photos of my past bodies? Oh well, at least you'll be my number one."

Penelope, the girl at the park, was a foreign exchange student from France studying mathematics in America. She was the first of Tom's mounts where he knew nothing about her before snapping her photo, but with Tom's years of practice of stalking women he was able to figure it all out very quickly, and the more he learned about her the more he fell in love with her. Well with a few changes he made himself.

Penelope had a boyfriend in France, now she had a very pretty girlfriend named Beth in America. Penelope was a math major, but now she was more into photography and volunteering as a female nude for art students. Penelope was a sober, and never had touched a drop of alcohol in her life, now she partied every weekend.

All of those changes made in just over a month. Tom knew that once he left her body into another's she would feel as if she made those choices herself, for the better, Tom would say to himself. But alas the peeping tom was growing bored of his new life and was ready to move on to greener pastures. He wasn't sure who yet, but he had a list. But before he left he had to take one last photo of Penelope, his favorite mount yet.

Are You Sure?

 "Are you sure I can use your wife's body?" Clyde said from his new female vocal chords.

"Fuck yes you can, hell you can stay in her body as long as you want. After ten years of living with her she really grew into quite the bitch," Jon said lighting up a cigar. He took a few puffs and handed it to his friend. "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm fine I don't know if her lungs could take it," Clyde said. He began feeling up his new breast. "Man, I haven't been a woman in years, I forgot what having breasts were like. These have got to be the largest I've had, are they real?"

"Sorry to disappoint you my friend, but they're as fake as she was. Bolt ons 100%," he said taking another few puffs and accidently blowing it into his friend's face. Clyde coughed. "Sorry about that. Long story short," he continued, "when we got married she was only a tiny B cup, but goddamn were they perfect. After we moved to this snobby rich neighborhood she grew self conscious of her perfectly perky-yet-small breasts she begged me to pay for the operation." He paused and looked his friend in the eye. "Man, you've missed a lot since you passed away. I'm so sorry you and you sis had to get hit by that dumbass drunk driver. If that never had happened her and I could live happily together, and you could be sitting here with a beer instead of wearing that skank's skin."

"Hey, at least we're back together and your bitch of a wife isn't in here. Say," he flipped his hair, "how about you show me what it's like to be a woman?"

"Normally I avoid sex with her, but since you're in there I suppose I can help a friend out," Gary said extinguishing his cigar.

Ms. Smith

Kevin's phone vibrated in the middle of class. He opened the message revealing a Snapchat of his math teacher, Ms. Smith showing her enormous cleavage to him. He immediately felt his 16 year old hormones take control of him as his pants grew tighter. Shortly afterwards he received a text reading "Hurry up man, these babies need your dick between them again." He quickly hid his phone and readjusted himself. "Don't do this to me," he said under his breath.

"Is there anything you'd like to share with us today Mr. Lee?" His substitute teacher Mr. Kline asked the teen.

"No sir," Kevin said.

"Very well then, let me continue."

Kevin eyed the desk next to him, empty of his best friend Zach. The two boys had an enormous crush on Ms. Smith, she was too hot to be a teacher. Her face was that of an angel, her body was so perfect that even the Victoria's Secret models they jerked off to had a hard time competing with, and her tits were just too fucking big leading to a lot of distractions to the young men. And somehow, last night, Zach found a way to make her all his, well her body at least. For the past two days Zach had control of Ms. Smith's body and life. He had taken the past two days off to explore her body to it's full extent. Two whole days as the hotted teacher ever to live! Kevin of course had helped him out, and by fulfilling both their desires had used his male appendages to please his best friend as Ms. Smith.

Now Zach was taunting him again in the middle of class, and all Kevin could think of was titty fucking the shit out of his best friend again, and it was only second period. Math shouldn't be this hard.

Peeping Tom Part 2

Part 1

"My my, isn't she beautiful?" Tom said gazing across the park from his newest mount. Ever since discovering the true power of his camera Tom had been using it to possess the bodies of the beautiful women he had always been afraid of talking to. Using the camera was simple, just point and click, the only draw back was that he had to touch it every few minutes or he would be transported back into the darkness of his messy apartment. 

Currently he was inside of Monica's body, a beautiful yoga instructor who taught classes at the studio across from his office. He loved the way he walked with her body, her his swayed with every step, the way his breasts rose and fell with every breath, and everywhere he walked he felt the gazes of the men who wanted to be with Monica and the women who wanted to be her. His favorite part was how her beauty struck down even the most confident men. Any guy who approached him stuttered their way through their sentences, would awkwardly shift their eyes between his magnificent chest and his eyes, and eventually would leave defeated the moment Tom told them "Sorry, I'm not interested." As Monica every man reminded him of himself, they were all just a bunch of shy terrified and sad boys.

He had worn Monica's body the longest of his mounts, walking about town and going out at night. He hadn't bothered going to work as her because it wasn't his job after all. But today he was struck by another beauty, a woman even more beautiful than Monica. He had never seen her before and now he wanted to know more. Taking a glimpse at his chest he gave Monica's breasts one last look, and gave them a quick squeeze, "I'm going to miss you girls," he said. And with that, he aimed his camera at the beautiful woman across from the park and left Monica behind.

Peeping Tom

Tom loved women, he loved them so much that he was terrified of talking to them. He was never good with conversation with girls growing up, and it carried well into his adulthood. Talking to a beautiful woman made his voice quiver, his palms sweat, and legs go weak. It was self defeating as he had only had one sexual encounter that went... poorly. It's one thing to be shy during sex, it's another to fall unconscious the moment she touched his penis.

The shame was too much. So Tom went from shy Tom to a peeping tom.

He'd spy on women, collected photos of them, follow their Twitter and Instagrams under several fake accounts. He rationalized it was all because of his "disorder," that this was the closest he could get to a woman without becoming a mess, and he believed himself.

Tabitha was his favorite, she was so beautiful, so hot, and so mysterious. She didn't have any social media accounts, which Tom thought was a waist, with her looks she could easily have several thousand followers in a matter of hours. The most he saw of her was whenever she would tan at their apartment complex's pool, and Tom would creep through the blinds and take her photo.

One day Tom saw her in her usual spot down by the pool with a pink bra on and denim shorts. Tom had gotten a new camera that day and went to go try it out, that's when things go weird.

With a click of the button Tom was no longer in the dark of his apartment, he was outside in the blinding daylight, camera in hand. In shock he looked around, he didn't want Tabitha to see him. Oddly she wasn't there, but he didn't want to risk it. so he dashed, and that's when things go weirder. He felt his chest bounce.

He looked down, only to be greeted by two massive mounds of flesh sitting in a pink bra.

"Holy shit I'm Tabitha!" He shriek with her voice. He covered his mouth with hs hand. "Holy shit I'm Tabitha," he said again, this time calmer. He looked at his camera, then back down as his new breast. He had no idea what was going on, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the camera.

With a grin on his new face, he went back to Tabitha's apartment. She would no longer be a mystery to him anymore.

Maybe I should just keep teasing you

"Maybe I just keep teasing you," the Snapchat read.

"Goddamit Meagan you can't play a guy like this." Anthony sent back. "When are you gonna invite me over?"

"I know exactly how to play a guy," she replied. "You'll come over when I'm ready. Promise you won't rub one out before then, kay? ;)"

"Fuuuuccckkkk," Anthony groaned leaning back in his chair. He had no idea what had gotten into her, for years he was stuck in the friend zone and now all of a sudden she was sending him seductive snaps all day. He wondered what had lead to this change of mind, did she finally come around to realize how hot he actually was? Did Megan finally become aware of just how much power she had over him? Or was it something else?

What Anthony hadn't suspected was that Megan's mind had literally been changed. Inside her body was the mind of Harold, an old body hopper who took joy out of taking over young women's bodies and seducing their male friends. He had been toying with every guy in her phone since he took over that morning, what none of them knew was that he had no actual intent to sleep with any of them. He just liked toying with men and watching their hormones take over.