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.

The Sauna

"How do you deal with all of this?" Clyde (left) asked the girl next to him.

"All of what?" She asked.

"You know, tits bouncing around like jello, a vagina, periods, guys ogling you and hitting on out all the time. How do you deal with all of this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I just want to know how do you deal with being a woman?"

"You're ridiculous," she said covering herself up with a towel. "I'm out. Thanks for ruining my sauna."

Clyde sighed and sulked against the steaming hot walls. He'd somehow awoken as a woman less than a week ago and had no way of figuring out how to even begin his new life. He was certain that asking other women in places women usually congregate would help. He started with a clothes store, then a Mary Kay party, even an all woman's gym, and finally now a sauna. No woman wanted to offer him any help or advice.

Suddenly the door opened, and in walked another woman. She took off her towel and sat across from Clyde. Without hesitation Clyde asked her the question he had been asking the most lately, "How do you deal with all of this?"

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!

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.

Taste Test

I love the taste of tits. Yeah, sure they don't taste much different than say licking you thumb or cheek, but they certainly make me feel great when I'm wearing a form where I'm able to easily lick the fuck out of them.

I've worn so many female forms my life, and I totally get where girls get envious of others. Not every girl can suck her own tits, and for those who can't I feel so sorry for. It's not fair that I, as a self identified cis-male shapeshifter. can suck any tit I want but some unfortunate people born female without my gift have to go their entire life without being able to taste their tits.

Does it make me greedy or a philanthropist for being able to taste test every huge racked girl I see on behalf of all the member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee out there? (I am born male after all, so I obviously could never taste my own tits).

At the Gym

Damn girl, no wonder your abs are killer. Your tits weigh a shit ton, Adam lifted up his mount's breasts and shook his hips to the music she had on. Oh yeah, they feel so fucking fine! The hopper began playing with his new breasts in the middle of the gym, his panties growing moist.

"Cassie. Cassie! Cassie!!!" The voice overpowered the music in his ears. Adam took off his headphones and eyes a girl near him. "What the hell are you doing?" She said. "You had half the gym's eyes on you."

"I'm so sorry!" Adam said. "I just got really into this song, gosh I didn't even know what I was doing!"

"What are you listening to that almost made you take your top off? What would your boyfriend think about this?"

Mmmmm, boyfriend.Adam thought. I know who's gonna be pleasing me tonight.

Side Gigs - A Little Self Love

A little self love never hurt anyone. Above is a brief clip from a recent side gig of mine. The form I took was that of a woman I saw at the bar the other week, she was shy and looked like she would rather be anywhere else but there. If only she knew how sexy she looked, how many heads she was turning. So to prove my point (mostly to myself) I took her form tonight, and man did I get so many views! An all time three month high!

I don't know who you are aloof girl, but you are missing out on such a wonderful body (and a fantastic pair of tits!)

Groupie

"Yeah, shake yo body girl!" Max said panning his phone's camera around the obviously drunk fan.

"You like it Max?" She asked.

"I fucking love it. Keep it up girl!"

Max was the bassist of the Slash Monkies, an indie punk band that had been making their rounds at music festivals. At every fest he had his share of groupies but none of them had the enthusiasm as this girl. Her passion for him and the rest of the band was so raw and pure, and unlike other groupies she seemed more interest in the people in the band than just sleeping with them.

Today was their last day at the current fest and Max was honestly afraid to see her go.

"Hey Macy," he asked putting down the camera. "How would you like to join us for the rest of the tour? It's only a few more weeks and me and the boys would love your company."

"Do you really mean it?" she squealed.

"Yes I do. So what do you say?"

"I WOULD LOVE TOO!" She screened and hugged Max like a boa constrictor.

What Max didn't know wast that inside of Macy's body was not the soul of a quirky young woman, but the soul of fourteen year old Jesse, the self proclaimed number one fan of Slash Monkies. Jesse used a body swapping spell to take over the body of a random stranger at Indie Fest so he could see his favorite band despite his parents not allowing him to go. Little did he know at the time that he would be getting much more closer to the band members than just the front row. Let's just say that fourteen year old boy got as close as a woman could possibly get with each member.

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...

Date Night

Sometimes I go into write a quick caption, but then I get carried away. This is the result of one of those times. Enjoy!

"Hang on, lemme send a text," Mark told his date.

"Uhh sure," his date said. Mark had already forgotten his name. Was it Harold? Harry?  Henry? Eh it didn't matter after four glasses of wine anyways.

Dude, Kevin, this guy is so DTF. The text read. This mount's rack is like mind control, I swear I've never worn tits this perfect ever before! XD. How's your date going?

"Are you done yet?"

"One sec," Mark held up his left finger, "and send. So what were you saying about how you study meteors? I think that's really cool."

"I'm a meteorologist, I don't study meteors I study the weather. Have you been listening to a single thing I've said all night Hannah?"

Hannah, that's right, that's this mount's name. Mark thought.

"Look here honey," Mark reached across his table and took his date's hands. He looked directly into Mark's borrowed eyes. "No, not here, but here," Mark motioned towards his cleavage. "You've been very kind to me tonight, but a woman like me would never dress this sexy if she didn't want something from a man, and I'm not just talking about the free wine. How about we just skip the charade and each each other what were really want."

Mark began began playing with his date's feet and sensually messed with his zipper between his enormous breasts. His date was silent with either contemplation or sexual desire, Mark was too horny to tell.

"Miss. Miss. MISS!" An unfamiliar voice said. Mark snapped out of his tease and looked in the direction of the voice. It was their waiter. "I'm sorry you can't do that here, if you two need a room please leave. We have other customers who'd rather eat their food with less... sex."

"It's no problem. We were just about to leave anyways, isn't that right hun?" Mark asked his date.

"Actually I think I'm just going to leave," his date said standing up. "It was nice meeting you Hannah, but I can't do this. Not tonight."

"No don't leave me Harold, you're so hot! Don't you want to please a woman like me?"

"It's Harry!" He said walking with his back to Mark.

"God dammit, I thought I had him," Mark said putting his head on the table in defeat.

"Will you be paying for this Miss?" The waiter ask calmly.

"Ugh, fine." Mark said handing him Hannah's card. "It's not like it's my money anyways."

Bzzt. His phone went off, he checked it. It was from Kevin.

Night's going great over here! At first not so much, but I took your advice and went to the bathroom to show more of my mount's tits. I'm so getting laid tonight! Good luck with your date :), the text read. 

Don't do it dude, Mark sent back. Men aren't as simple minded as that Ugh, my date walked out on me. This is fucking embarrassing, you'd think that since we were dudes it'd be easy. Nope.

I'll let you know if it works for me. Oh shit, he's coming back from the bathroom. TTYL! Kevin's text read.

***

"Wow Michelle, you look even more fantastic than before," Kevin's date said sitting down at the table.

"Aww, thank you James," Kevin blushed. "What brought that up?"

"I don't know. Did you do something with your hair?"

Kevin laughed. He reached across the table and took his date's hands. "It's alright James. you can say breasts."

"Alright, your breasts are more..."

"More exposed," Kevin finished. "James, I'm up here."

"I am so sorry," James' face was flushed.

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed!" Kevin giggled. "How about the two of us get out of here, so you can see more of what's under here?"

"That would be great! Waiter, check please!" James shouted.

I don't know what you mean man, getting laid as a woman is so easy! I'll see you tomorrow ;)

Beautiful View

Mike stretched himself awake in the warm afternoon sun. Yawning he looked down towards the pool, being greeted by the two perfect breasts upon his chest.

"My my, another beautiful view," he said admiring his breasts. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." He kept his eyes focused on his tits, took them both in his right hand and his phone in his left. He began multitasking between Facebook and his breasts.

Facebook used to always piss of Mike, it was full of nothing but his friend's biggest achievements, like traveling around the world or getting a promotion. He began to feel left out and useless as he grinded away at his job at an IT help desk in a major company. Then all of that changed during an office visit from his boss' boss' boss' boss and his beautiful wife who had to have been at least thirty years younger than him.

The details of the switch were foggy to Mike, all he knew is that at one point he was helping out somebody connect to the building's wifi and the next his hand held the hand of his boss' boss' boss' boss, and stood at least a head shorter than him. Oddly enough Mike didn't react that much, he figured a change is a change. Meanwhile his former body began yelling and screaming "Who the fuck am I? Where is my body? What the hell is happening here?" "Let's go hunny," his boss' boss' boss' boss said to him. And that was the last he ever saw of his old male body.

Living the life of the wife of one of the richest men in the city was like being on permanent paid time off, he hadn't had to work a single day since the incident and her husband apparently knew so little about her other than the contours of her body (which he knew really well) that Mike just kind of blended right in. The best of all was that he could post just about anything on Facebook now and he'd end up with so many likes on his posts. He held up his camera and took a selfie, his right hand still groping his breasts. Within seconds the post had fifty likes. He smiled and put the phone down, admiring the beautiful view once more.

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.

The Changing Room

"Damn girl you are fine," Joe said admiring his reflection. He spun around checking out his borrowed body. A few weeks ago on his 18th birthday the young man discovered he was a body hopper, his powers still new he was only able to possesses somebody for only a few minutes at a time before he was forced out of their body and back into his. So like any teenage boy he used his powers the only way he could think of using them: to get close with the hot girls that came into his work at the department store. Joe would find a woman he liked, ask his boss to go to the bathroom. Once he made his way into a stall he take control of her body and leave for the changing room. Once there he would send himself pics of his borrowed bodies for "research" and delete the photos before he was kicked back into his body.

"I gotta get a picture of this before I leave," he took our her phone and began messaging himself photos of his temporary body, adding more sexy pics to his collection.

Subject 27

"These aren't mine," Kyle said groping his enormous chest. "Why am I all wet? Where the hell am I? Who the hell am I?"

Moments ago Kyle was raiding with his guild Lost Leaf in WoW as his night elf priestess Rolith, and now suddenly he was a woman.

"Subject 27: Kyle Hendrix." The woman next to him said brushing his hair. "Seventeen years old, born in Shreveport, Louisiana. You have been randomly selected by the Meridian Corporation for Project Nomad. We apologize for the wet clothes, that body has been in cryostasis for some time now and we didn't expect the revival process to be so... dirty."

"Project Nomad? What the hell is going on here, this has to be a dream, right?" Kyle's new female voice trembled, his hands were firmly held on his new breast as if they were welded together.

"We will get to that later, but to calm your nerves in gist Project Nomad is a little experiment to see how people behave when assuming a different life. This will all be explained in detail during a formal briefing. But welcome to your new life as Annabeth Flowers, age thirty-one, from San Diego, California. Now if you would please follow me, we need to dry you off." The woman motioned to him, and began walking away. Kyle followed, hands firmly mounted on his breast in complete disbelief that they were really attached to him.

A Few Setbacks Part 3

Part 2

Arnold reached his, well her, peak!

Annie, as he was known by everybody at the gym, was a master of the human body, of all shapes and forms.

The former male heavy lifter had made a living as the head woman's personal trainer. She even had appointments months away in the backlog. Five months ago a mysterious woman took his body, but Arnold/ Annie's grit was stronger than whatever magic she when she took his body.

What Arnold realized assuming the skinny girl's form wasn't that your genes determined who you were, but your grit and passion. And Arnold's passion was being as fit as possible, no matter his body.

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - The Duo

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. info page!

"If you're not going to shot then I am," Jaime (left) said.

"Let me handle this Jaime," the man next to Jaime said.

"Jesus Christ Peyton," Jaime said to his 'husband.' "The dossier and our target here couldn't be a closer match than this. Just let me handle this."

"Jaime..? Peyton..? Can somebody tell me what the fuck is happening?" The man strapped to the chair said.

"Shut up!" The two said in unison.

Jamie and Peyton were S.H.I.F.T.'s top duo. Together they were able to carry out a mission and get away with it no matter what. At the moment the duo inhabited the bodies of Jason and Fiona Webb. The Webbs had provided William (aka the main strapped in the chair) with top private security for nearly a decade before tonight. What William didn't anticipate was the fact that impenetrable security was nothing to body hoppers. Of course it would have been a little more convenient if he knew body hoppers existed.

"The mission said to 'kill on sight,' I am only obeying orders," Jamie continued. "Now let me do the fucking job."

Peyton glared Jaime in the eyes. "We were given orders to spare him if necessary, not fucking shot him on the spot. Now let's hand him over to Interpol like we pro-"

"Promised what?" Jamie interrupted. "We promised the target will be dealt with, and I don't know about you but I am not going to let a man in charge of the most dangerous child porn ring in this part of the globe be free."

Peyton gave it a second. "Alright, fine, take care of him." Peyton let Jamie did what Jamie did best. The room was suddenly filled with a deafening blow; the ringing took a few seconds to dissipate. Where the man strapped to the chair sat was nothing more than a decapitated head and a wall of blood. "Happy?" Peyton  asked, glaring at Jamie.

"Very happy," Jamie smiled. "After all, I was only obeying orders."

Empowering

"What's it like?" Arron's voice said through the laptop speakers.

"Amazing, my boobs are so soft," Erick said rubbing his new breast. "At first I was kinda freaked out, but now I think I've grown to like it."

"I bet! What, she was just some camgirl you were jerking off too?"

"Yep, LuckyBunny93 was her, well I guess my, screen name," he continued playing with his breast. "Since then I've learned my new name is Carolyn Connors, and she's college student living with her parents."

"Why did she do cam work then?" Arron asked, Erick could tell his best friend was using all his willpower to to suppress his boner.

"I don't know," Erick said giving his breast a huge squeeze, "maybe she found it really empowering." He continued to taunt his best friend for the rest of the night.

A Few Setbacks Part 2

Part 1

Arnold's progress was going smoothly since the thief stole his body. Since the swap he built his new female body into his own. Being forced to adapt to his new female form he had grown quiet adaptable and had since registered as a full-time woman's personal trainer at the gym. He tried training both men and woman, but the men wouldn't take him seriously or would constantly hit on him, so he decided to stick just with women.

A woman's body provided him with unique challenges he never had to deal with as a man, and he had accepted that he would never be as buff as he was as a male, but he was a competitive type, and he was going to become the best damn female trainer in the gym.

In the shower

I assume most of you have a natural curiosity of what it's like to be a woman in the shower, or else you probably wouldn't be here. Well luckily for all of you, I recently got a Go Pro, and since it's the weekend I had all the time in the world play around with it. This is my "waterproof test" of the camera, as I wore the form of one of some random girl I found on /r/gonewild.

Enjoy XOXO

Ticket to America

"This is just too much to deal with," Branden tugged at his new hair. The sixteen year old boy American boy said after returning to the address he found in the woman's purse. "This has  to be a dream, or some really convincing prank."

Earlier that day Branden had been walking about the streets of London with his parents, it was their final day of the vacation, when this woman redheaded woman came up to him and said in a British accent, "Looks like it's my lucky day, you're my ticket to America young man."

There was a flash of light and the next thing Branden knew he was in her body. He was stunned, and literally couldn't move. "What the hell just happened?" He muttered in her voice, accent and everything.

After his old body disappeared from view he finally was able to move again, he fumbled through her purse to find a clue of what just happened. That was when he found her address.

"I got to start somewhere," he said walking off and trying to readjust to the bouncing on his chest, "fuck this is going to be a lot to deal with."