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.

Unwarranted Transformation

"Is this funny to you?" Chad said with his newly acquired female voice. "Because this isn't fucking funny to me. I'm not going to go out with you as your 'date'."

"Come on man," Pete whined, "Kelsey is gong to be there and I need to win her back. You're my best friend, I thought you'd understand."

"Well you thought wrong man, I'm not going out with you. Plus nobody is going to believe that Kate fucking Upton would go on a date with you."

"Wait, is that who you are?"

"Yes! How'd you not know this?"

"I just searched for hot girls online, and that's the body I chose."



"Goddammit, I'm through. Give me the remote," Chad stuck out his hand.

"I guess I can, but it won't work."

"What the hell do you even mean?"

"It has a twelve hour cool down time, I tested it out yesterday after I brought it home from the lab. On that exact body actually."

"Twelve hours!?" Chad roared, "You mean I have to spend twelve hours as Kate Upton?"

"At least..."

"Fuck it, I'm through," Chad began making his way towards the door, "I'll see you first thing in the morning."

"Hey!" Pete called out. "Wait, before you go I have something for you." He dashed into his room and walked out with a dildo. "This is Kelsey's, she left it here after she moved out. If you're going to walk out with that body I gave you, you might as well give this a shot."

"Why would I-"

"Just listen to me man," Pete said extending the plastic penis towards his friend, "I used this thing while wearing that body last night. It will be well worth it. This is the least I can do after ruining your day."

"Ugh, fine." Chad said snatching the dildo. "But I still want my body back tomorrow."

"As promised, now go have fun!" Pete said as the door slammed in his face.

Pure Bliss

Bliss was being able to play games all day long, having random strangers shower you in complements, and having easy access to the best damn pair of tits on Twitch. And Mitchell had it all.

In the world of high school with it's caste like structure of the football players and cheerleaders at the top, followed shortly by the funny and charismatic kids who knew everybody, then the preps right below them, Mitchell was as close to the bottom as you could get. He had no friends, he had flunked multiple classes over and over again due to countless nights of gaming until the sun rose, and he was about as attractive as pepperoni pizza with his acne. He would usually stay in class way past the bell in order to avoid his classmates insults.

But now that all had changed.

Mitchell was obviously not good with the ladies. Most girls would avoid eye contact with him, and if he ever talked to a girl he was unable to control his vocal chords, causing him to speak more in sound bites than words. So he got most of his time with the opposite sex via Twitch streamers. Pureruby87 was his favorite. She was gorgeous and hot, her face was prettier than any girl he ever knew, and her chest was a piece of work, perfectly sculpted to fulfill Mitchell's wildest dreams. Every time she looked up from her monitor at the camera he would feel his heart stop. He didn't care about the 13 year age gap between him and her, he was in love.

One night between Overwatch matches Mitchell's teen hormones began taking over. He had pureruby87, as he always did. He decided to do a quickie and rub one off to her stream, so he got some Kleenex and went to work on what would turn out to be the more fateful fap he had ever taken.

She looked directly at the camera, Mitchell's eyes locked with hers. Fully erect Mitchell's horny mind knew she wasn't just looking at the camera, no she was looking at him, beckoning him to climax, to show her how much of a real man he was and please her. She wanted him inside of her, and Mitchell would do anything to be as deep inside of her as he could be. No longer in control of himself he closed his eyes and let his body do the work, bringing him all the way to climax.

Eyes still closed he leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily. But something was different, his breaths felt harder to take, like there was a weight on his chest. Opening his eyes he was greeted with two massive mounds of flesh on his chest. He'd recognize those perfect tits anywhere, they were pureruby87's! He suddenly became aware of their movement, rising up and down like waves in the sea, he felt her bra strap constricting every time he inhaled. He felt a dampness form between his legs, but no erection. Honestly he couldn't tell if he was more shocked or turned on by his situation. At least his wish had become true, he was as deep inside of perfectruby87 as he literally could be.

After he had regained his senses from a small freakout it hit him. Wait, he thought to himself, this is everything I could ask for. I can play games all day without a worry in the world, people I've never met are in love with me, and, he grabbed his chest, "I can touch my boobs whenever I want." He said out loud this time. "Yes, this is everything I could ever want. This is pure fucking bliss."

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.

Savor This

"That was," the girl on the right said.

"Fucking," the girl on the left said.

"Incredible!" the girl in the middle moaned.

All three girls lied on their backs, breathing heavily. Out of all of the things Tyler used to masturbate with: kleenex, Vaseline gel, and later a fleshlight, nothing compared to possessing not one, not two, but three vaginas all at once. It was only temporary, the stone's effects only lasted for around two hours, but Tyler used the Nexus Stone he found to possess the three girls who lived next door to him. He'd never spoken to them, he never knew their names, but neither of those mattered right now. He had gotten to know all three of them better than each of them knew each other.

"I need to savor this," he made all three girls said in unison. One reached down for her phone and prepared for a selfie, the other two got into position. The phone flashed.

Bello's Beauties

Clark was taken aback by the beautiful woman approaching him. She was every man's wet dream, with her perfectly sized tits, her long flowing hair, and her hourglass figure. She was the forth woman this week that fit his fantasies perfectly, first was the bombshell blonde, then the cute ginger, and next the busty asian. He had no idea how Mr. Bello found so many beautiful women to come in and model his clothing designs.

"Don't just stand there silly, we got a photo shoot to do!" She said to him and twirled around.

"Oh yes, yes of course, uhhh," her beauty had erased the name Mr. Bello gave him before the shoot.

"Sophia," she said extending her hand, he took it and shook it.

"Yes Sophia, let's get to the shoot."

She giggled, that's when Clark realized he forgot to let her hand go. "Maybe we can discuss your bonus later, but lets get to work first," she winked.

"Yeah, you're right. I got everything set up over here," he said leading her down the hall. "Is Mr. Bello coming?"

"You're new here aren't you?" she said, "Mr. Bello is a busy man, he doesn't have time for petty photo shoots. Now let's get going, you want to get that bonus now don't you?"

Little did Clark know that Sophia, the bombshell blonde, the cute ginger, and the busty asian were all his boss, Mr. Bello. Bello was a shapeshifter and a passionate designer of women's clothing, a passion brought with him from Italy to New York to found his own modeling agency. He didn't need models to wear his designs, he wanted to wear them himself, so he did all the modeling in the many different forms he worse. And sometimes, if the photographer was good enough, he'd give them a little 'bonus' afterwards. Clark was a fantastic photographer.

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.

Cynthia & Gabe

"Now listen here you little cunt, we're over. I invite you to my sister's wedding and all you do is insult her and the guests. Get the fuck out of here, Harry!"

"B-b-but I can explain Cynthia," Harry said, his voice began to quiver.

"Don't fucking explain anything to me. We're through, I don't ever want to see your face again."

Cynthia (behind) couldn't believe what she was hearing come out of her body's mouth. Gabe (front) had out done himself this time. Since birth the two had been entangled souls, able to trade body's with the other at will, although they had different parents they were closer than any pair of siblings ever born. Cynthia had problems with choosing her boyfriends, no matter how hot they were they always ended up being losers, but she never had the heart to break up with them. So she'd always ask Gabe to borrow her body to do the hard work. Tonight was no different, once Harry had called her sister a "stuck up cunt" for marrying a rich man she let Gabe go at it.

"Fuck that guy," Gabe said resting back in his chair.

"Thank you so much for that Gabe," Cynthia said hugging her own body.

"No problem Cynthia, I've been wanting to do that since he called you a bitch. Plus what I really don't understand is why you even stuck with him so long, his dick was so tiny."

"Wait," Cynthia said looking Gabe in the eyes, "how do you know about his dick size? We never had sex...."

"I thought you two already did it when you borrowed my body last week." Gabe placed a hand over his mouth. "Opps...."

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.