Hi. My name is Steven. I have a last name, but I am not going to tell you what it is. I work for a car company. A major car company. But once again, I’m not going to say which one. I have no wife and no kids and no living family, but even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. I live in a major city, and that I can tell you. New York.
I am normally 5 foot 11, with a decently athletic build. I have slightly tan skin, black hair, and brown eyes and have been told by many women, I am handsome. And that is not me being smug. It is me being honest about what I have been told for over many years. Many more years than I care to remember.
So there, you now know enough about me to where if you ask me anything more, me punching you would be ok.
But, there is one thing I am that you may not know of. And what is funny though, is that I just found out more than a year ago, so I am still pretty new to this. I am what is known as a body hopper. A body hopper is someone who is very special. We have an ability that is like a drug almost. That ability is we can melt into anyone’s body and possess them.
Sounds crazy? I thought so too, until my neighbor Tammy started acting funny. She was a normally shy woman. Just 23 and out of a bad break up. One day she came home with five different men and that night, I heard moaning that I could only imagine pornos would have.
She hadn’t been acting like herself at all. Blasting loud rock music, which was odd since she hated that genre. She was dressing like a high school slut and was bringing home three or more different men every night.
I was worried about her. I understand being on the rebound, but this was just ridiculous. I had to talk to her. When I went over and she answered the door I had to take a few minutes to make sure I was in the right state of mind.
Tammy was a cutie, no doubt about it. She had a nice a toned athletic body, cute freckles, and curly blonde hair. She had modest breasts. She had a cute little nose and small eyes but was so adorable. She was not a typical hottie, but she was defiantly a girl that could turn a few heads.
But when she had answered the door, she had a different face. It was a face that looked like it should belong on a 17 year-old boy. Tammy smiled at me and then noticed that I was looking at her funny. She asked me if I saw a manly face and I could only nod.
With that Tammy took me and dragged me into her house with such strength that I didn’t know she had. She threw me on the floor and pulled off the oversized t-shirt she had been wearing to expose her beautiful naked body to me.
Her face still bothered me, but I was glad that her voice was still her sweet feminine one. But her manly face didn’t stop my cock from getting hard as she began to mount me.
After the sex Tammy began telling me some weird story. A story about how she was not Tammy, but some 17 year-old kid named James who was something called a body hopper. Part of a secret society of people who can possess others. But for some odd reason, they chose to possession women over men, almost to the point where possessing a man was never heard of.
She went on to call their victim’s mounts. That they would rush them, and an internal process would begin and their body would liquefy. From there they could still control themselves and force their way into their victim through every orifice in the body. Once in control. They would have access to their mount’s memories, mannerisms and body language so if they needed, they could pass themselves off as the person they mounted.
Tammy continued to tell me some things about these body hoppers, but I couldn’t pay attention, as my head was throbbing and my world had begun to spin.
I was out for the next few days with a terrible could. Tammy, or James or whoever, stayed with me to make sure I got better fast. Which was a very kind gesture all things considered. Tammy continued to tell me some of her stories of being in other women and having such fun. She made it sound like a wonderland of fun. I actually was interested.
She sat down by the foot of the bed and told me that the sickness is common. That when we “fucked” it had awoken the “hopper gene” within me. This was just the after affects of the gene becoming active. He said that there were things I should know. Like to never look into a mirror in a large crowd of people, while in a mount and that will show my real face. Anything that could reflect would show my normal male face along with cameras of video recorders. He said some hoppers do it because it makes for an interesting time for the mount to deal with later on once they leave.
Also, he told me that I shouldn’t let anyone know what I am. For three reasons. One being that we were a secret society that liked our privacy. Two, because the council of elders would frown upon it. And three because there are some out in the world that hunt us because they view us as a threat.
Tammy began to explain that the council was made up of elder hoppers who were over thousands of years old, as the gene retarded the aging process in us. And the council kept a good eye on almost every hopper, but not every single one. They would murder to hoppers who were to powerful for their own good and those who posed a threat to expose us whether it be intentional or not.
He continued on about our powers. How some can shoot a ball of energy out of our eyes that will stun our victim’s in place and allow for an easy hop, but some hoppers liked it when their victim’s put up a fight. All of us can shift our real voice over our victim’s voice so that if we need to talk to someone who knows the real us, our voice will sound real. “Great for telling the misses you will be home late.” Tammy laughed. Continuing I found that some hoppers actually don’t need to worry about revealing themselves due to the fact that their gene is so far developed that their victim’s face shows over their own.
He then warned of not being to comfy in one body. If a hopper stays in a mount too long he will be stuck. If he can leave, it will be painful and their body will come out as a duplicate of their mount and will reform over a few months.
Then he finished by saying that mounting women is like a drug that we live off of. It is such a sexual high and the release is much better than any orgasm we men have and much better than a real non-mounted woman. And that it was such a rush. We also can last longer than normal men and women, so sex is like fucking on ecstasy.
I then passed back out from the sickness.
When I came too Tammy was passed out and her sister Jessica was standing over me but this time James’s face was sitting on her. He told me that it was time for my first hop. And Tammy would be my mount.
I slowly sat up and looked over at Tammy who was passed out. James began to tell me what I need to do. I reached out my hand and placed it on Tammy. I then felt hands wrap around my stomach and I was placed on top of Tammy’s unconscious form. James then continued to give me the directions to mount Tammy. I followed. I then felt and saw my arms and hands began to liquefy and they began to ooze inside of Tammy’s body.
But enough about the past. Let’s talk about today.
Today I am getting ready to get to my mount. I have been planning this all week long. Sometimes getting to a mount takes work. And as I had found out, multiple mounts at times. But more overall the hops that only require you to simple rush the girl and mount her are most common.
Today happens to be one of those days. And I was very happy because of that. I had picked this girl out, of all the thousands of other girls that I could easily hop just as well, because I knew her. Well, to be honest, I didn’t know her on a personal level. She worked at the library that I went to on a daily basis and I had seen her once or twice around town.
But the main thing about her that set her apart from the others was that she was not your typical hot girl. Sure, I love big tits, round asses, small waist and wide hips as much as the next guy, but to find that perfect woman to mount was almost unheard of.
Her name was Anna. That was all I knew. Anna. She lived in the town over from mine. She was maybe about 5 feet 2 inches. Could not weigh over 110 at all. If she did, well that would be pretty damn impressive. She had slightly tan skin. I figured she had to be European as I heard her on the phone talking in a different language. She had long dark brown hair which was normally worn in curls. I had seen it once straightened and it was very beautiful as well.
Her body was thin. She had a small ass that had a nice slight curve to it, and her tits were at best a B cup. I think the other reason I had picked her to be my next ride was simply because she looked so damn innocent. I always see her working at the library and helping little kids find the movie or book they are looking for and it sickens me.
I commend her for being a good person where it counts; don’t get me wrong on that. It’s also that when she started working there I would find myself looking at her and wondering, I wonder how she looks under those clothes. I wonder if she is a freak in bed. I wonder… I wonder…. I wonder.
And then boom! I meet that body hopper inside Tammy and know I could make any woman do anything I wanted them too…. Literally. So now it was to the point where wondering becomes “I can’t wait to find out.” And when you do find out your disappointment is completely negated as you realize you are now the one in control.
It is a drug. Hopping. Finding the perfect woman, stalking her, charging her, trapping her, and mounting her. It is addicting. If there is any drug out there that could simulate the natural high a body hopper gets from slipping into a new skin, I sure as hell wouldn’t take it. That’s how fucking good it feels.
I have met other hoppers as well. Some like to take their time to find a girl. Some prefer to hop on a whim, they see something the like, and they take it. Then there are the few that are uncontrollable. And if the Council hears of it and sees it first hand, that hopper is dealt with.
“Good morning Steven, computer?” Linda asked me as I walked in to the library. I looked up from my cell phone and saw the same cute face of Linda. I had been coming to this library since I moved into this town and have become known here.
“Yeah, that would be great Linda.” I smile back as I think about Linda and how much fun I had in her mature body. For 46 years-old Linda was in great shape. She had a really big ass. Due to age and weight, but still, it was one of the best asses I had the good fortune to call my own.
As she swiped the pen over the paper, writing my name down I smiled to myself as I thought about how I had fucked her husband’s brother until his dick was so red and so sore, it looked like it would fall off. And yes, I enjoyed it. Better than holding out on sex for two years and then fucking the girl of your dreams.
“Ok, number 6 is open.” Linda said as she assigned me a computer. I nodded and sat down at computer number 6. I opened up the interne t and logged into my private blog. I don’t care much for blogs, and I don’t have a personal blog either. I do keep one though as a record for my hops. I have it password protected so that it doesn’t go public and so only hoppers that I met can read it and share with hoppers they know.
In the blog I try and detail who they are before I mount them, why I picked them. Then after I mount them I describe if the mounting process was tricky or easy or whatever it was. I then go on to describe how their body feels compared to others I have been in, what I do with my time as her, and I recommend local hoppers to try her on. All that stuff. Before I leave I always put down the girl’s address and place of employment just in case anyone wants to have a skin to try on.
Logging in I see that I have a few comments on my entry about when I hopped my neighbor’s daughter. I decided to leave them for later, as I was just too eager to get into Anna, and she was working now. It was 10:57 A.M and she gets off work at 11:30 A.M. Pretty shitty hours if you ask me.
I quickly begin my entry for Anna and give out the pre-hop details. I read it so that I was sure that it made any amount of sense and apologized if it seemed rushed, but I had a skin to catch.
I then saw Anna walk behind my computer and begin to stack some children’s books away. I smiled at her and she looked away. Bitch. Well, I knew that I would forget about her quick dismissal of me. As she walked away I chuckled to myself. “She must be a Russian with that attitude.” I shake my head.
I continue typing and let the readers of my blog know that I am getting ready to slip inside the girl’s skin and I will update them later. I quickly look at the time and notice it is now 11:17. Not much longer until she gets off work and I can have my fun with her.
“Anna?” I hear Linda call out. I watch out of the corner of my eye as I see Anna turn to look at Linda.
“Anna don’t you have a doctor’s appointment today at 11:15?” Linda asks Anna. Anna then quickly looks at her wrist and her eyes go wide in shock, “Oh I lost track of time, is it ok if I…” Anna says, forgetting to use the word leave so she doesn’t seem too eager.
Linda nods her head and Anna quickly finishes stacking her books away and then heads to the backroom to get her purse. “Perfect.” I whisper to myself as I am glad that this process will hurry things up for me, seeing it as I couldn’t wait to get inside her tight little body.
I quickly logged off the computer and made my way outside. I quickly made my way around the back of the building. As I did I heard the door open and I saw Anna step outside in the beautiful weather that New Jersey was having for spring.
Wasting no time I quickly ran up to Anna and pushed her into the brick walls of the library and held her down so she could not turn her head to see who was attacking her. She had let out a scream, and I quickly placed my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
I then felt everything happening inside. I could feel my body begin to break down and the molecules rearrange as my body liquefied and began to push its way inside of Anna’s body. I could feel her moan as she could definitely feel that something was entering her.
I then felt myself gain control of her feet, which were constricted by a pair of flats which felt a bit too tight for the feet they were adorning. I wiggled my toes and felt them respond. I then felt her legs come under my control.
I could feel the rough yet gentle denim material rubbing her smooth and hairless legs. I then felt her crotch and ass. I felt the tight little thong she was wearing as it was creeping up her, now my ass cheeks. I pressed her thighs together and felt the heat from her pussy.
Anna then tried something that most girls don’t think to do, she tried to run. I could feel her nerves in her legs twitch, but not much more. I then decided to have a bit of fun as I started kicking her legs up in the air.
From underneath my hand and somewhere deep inside, she managed to make a loud squeal. I then decided to hurry the process up in fear of Linda or another librarian hearing Anna’s squeals and find me hopping her. That would not end well for me.
I felt myself press more into her and got the feeling I always got when mounting a girl. It was like water filling a pitcher. It was more than pleasant.
Gaining control of her arms and hands I proceeded to use them to feel up her body and her small yet perky tits. I gave them a quick squeeze and felt her nipples tighten up as a feeling of warmth and dampness hit her pussy.
I then gained control of her neck and vocal chords as well as her mouth as I could breath normally again. I then slowly began to regain my vision as the world came back into focus. I could smell the perfume that Anna had put on prior to coming into work and finally I could feel the tug of her long hair on top of her head, as well as a pinching pain that was caused by her hair being up in a ponytail.
I tilted her neck to the right side and felt the bones crack and tension release from my head as I took in a deep breath of air from inside the body of this new body. Once again one of the smell of Anna’s perfume filled my nose and I smiled. I slowly began to look down at my new body and I closed my eyes and took in the differences of it.
I was then interrupted by the sound of a door opening. I whipped my head around to look and see who it was and it was Linda. She had a concerned look on her face, “Anna is everything alright?” She asked. No doubt she had heard the scream Anna managed to let out before I mounted her. “Yeah… Yeah I’m ok, there was just this spider and it freaked me out. But I will be fine.” I smiled weakly back and Linda hoping that she bought my bullshit story.
Linda giggled and shook her head, “Oh don’t let a little thing like that bother you. Have a good one Anna. ” She said cheerfully as she went back inside the building. “Close call.” I said to myself under my breath.
Leaning forward I picked up the clothing that I had been wearing prior to mounting Anna. How Linda did not see it was beyond me. I opened a trash bin and placed them in there and would remember to come back for them later one day.
I quickly scanned Anna’s mind and found that she was Polish, not Russian like I had previously believed. “Well that can explain her speaking in a different language.” I said to myself as I found the little Honda Civic that she drove.
Walking over to it I once again scanned Anna’s sleeping mind and found that she didn’t have a doctor’s appointment. “Bitch.” I giggled to myself as I found that she actually was planning on meeting with a couple of friends to go to the mall and possibly see a movie. “Well, I have other plans that are far more interesting than that.” I said to myself as I opened the driver’s side door and slid into the car.
Arriving at Anna’s house I was pleased to find out that her parents were away on a cruise and that Anna would have the house to herself. That made it much easier for me to enjoy this little body that I now possessed. As well as update my blog and let all my body hopper friends know about my latest mount and how she feels.
I closed the door behind me and slowly and sensually slipped Anna’s hand down the front of her jeans and felt the satin fabric of her panties. I knew from her memories that she was wearing a pair of satin cheekies. I felt the outline of Anna’s tight little pussy through her panties and immediately got wet. “Oh, a little hair trigger there Anna?” I asked myself with a little giggle.
I took my hand out of my pants and took off Anna’s top and threw it to the ground. I looked down at her small yet perky tits. I slowly brought up my hands to them and gave them a slight squeeze through their bra. The feeling I got from them was much more intense than the feeling I had gotten when I worn a girl with large tits.
“Wow Anna, you really are a fucking sensitive one.” I said as I dropped my hands down to her pants and began to undo her pants. After a few seconds I got the button fly undone and placed my hands on my hips and looped my fingers around my belt loops and pulled of the tight pair of jeans with an effortless grace, a little mannerism from Anna.
I walked over to Anna’s closet door mirrors and admired her cute little body. Her thin yet slightly shapely thighs. Her flat and smooth stomach. Her small yet perky breasts. Her olive colored skin. Her long black hair with its curls. I then got to her face, which happened to be my face sitting on top of her pretty little body.
“What a turn off…” I muttered to myself as I saw my slight stubble, my brown eyes, and darker skin. I then concentrated on my face and scrunched my nose tightly while closing my eyes. I felt a slight tingle wash over my face. I reopened my eyes and smiled as I saw that my reflection had changed, and instead of my normal male face sitting upon Anna’s head, it was her own face.
Her small lips, small slightly upturned nose. Her catty eyes. “Hello there sexy…” I said to my reflection in Anna’s voice.
I ran my hand down to Anna’s panties and smiled to myself. I then took a long manicured finger and began to trace the outline of the sweet little mound that was straining against the satin fabric. I felt the pleasure send a wave through me and I felt my right eyelid begin to twitch. Probably something from Anna’s body.
Ignoring the twitch, I continued to trace the mound and then took my four fingers and pressed down on the mound with authority. “Oh…” I let out a moan as the feeling I had received I did not expect at all.
I then decided it was time. “Enough fucking around.” I said to myself as I reached up behind me and undid the clasp of the bra Anna had been wearing. As I took off the bra, I felt the strain of the underwire cups release and let Anna’s small yet perky tits free. It felt as if I wasn’t really breathing in the first place.
“Cute…” I smirked to myself as I looked down and saw the two little nipples that capped each of Anna’s tits. They were already hard and standing at attention and looked so ready to be played with. And I was not about to turn away from that.
I brought both hands up to my chest and curled my thumbs and index fingers into little pinchers and clamped down onto the erect nipples. When I did I cooed out loud and buckled my knees and threw my head to the side.
“Oh baby…” I mumbled to myself as I slip my right hand down my chest and towards my panties.
I slipped Anna’s small little fingers underneath her panties and felt the tips of her vaginal lips and smiled as the sensation sent chills throughout me and caused my new little body to twitch. I felt my knees give in, as I collapsed to the floor.
I fell so that my skinny ass rested against my heels. I looked into the mirror and saw that my thighs were spread wide open. I smiled at the image, “Hi there.” I said jokingly to the mirror.
I bit down on my lip harder and continued to rub the outside folds of Anna’s little pussy that now sat between my legs. I kept it up in a circular motion and felt the wetness build up between my crotch as I squeezed my thighs together to increase the feeling.
Figuring I was wet enough and that I had played around long enough, I slowly began to slip Anna’s delicate index finger into her tight wet slit. I let out a gasp as I felt the awesome sensation of being penetrated. Even though it was only a finger it was better than nothing.
I began to pump the finger in and out of myself at a steady pace trying to keep up with my heartbeat.
I ran my finger around my vaginal walls feeling the slight rigid walls and how they were so soft and sensitive. I began to moan louder in Anna’s voice as I began to see flashes of light every time I closed my eyes.
Using my finger to search for my clit, I began to roll my head around and loves how Anna’s hair whipped my shoulders and was even long enough to gently swipe my erect nipples.
Finally my finger made contact with something that sent waves of intense pleasure through me causing me to buck my hips towards the mirror.
“Oh… fuck… yeah! Yeah!” I cried out as I now used my index finger and thumb to manipulate Anna’s clit and my middle finger was now plunging in and out of her tight little snatch.
My hips began to buck faster and faster as my breaths became shorter and faster and heavier along with my panting and moaning. “Oh… oh oh oh oh! OHH!” I cried out as I felt my vaginal walls contract against my finger and clinch them in place and spasm as I felt myself reach orgasm.
I then laid there and allowed the afterglow to sink in and wash over me. I felt my breathing return to normal as I turned to look in the mirror and I saw a sexed out Anna laying there. Beads of sweat along her forehead and dripping down her face. Her body was also covered in sweat. And no doubt her thighs were slick and sticky with her juices.
I then smiled and saw Anna’s mouth form into a sweet smile as well. “That was fun.” I said to myself as I slowly began to move my hand towards my crotch again.
I woke up to the sound of an explosion. I shot straight up. My ears had been playing tricks on me. I had thought that I heard something explode, but when I turned and saw a window I saw flashes of light. It was only a thunder storm.
I rubbed my eyes and sat there for a moment trying to regain my awareness. I looked around and saw a clock. It read “7:34 PM”. “Crap, I really wore myself out.” I said in Anna’s voice as I remember passing out mid orgasm.
I began to stand up and had felt a tremendous throbbing pain between my legs. “Ah! What the hell man?” I cried out to myself as I realized that I must have really had done a number on Anna’s pussy earlier.
Slowly, I made my way over to Anna’s laptop sitting on her desk. I moved slowly to make sure I did not induce that extreme throbbing again.
Sitting down at the desk I took a breath and closed my eyes to concentrate on the pain. Just thinking about it was painful enough for me. “Shit…” I muttered to myself as I realized what this meant. Now, like most hoppers, I am not the “hop and ditch” type. I like to enjoy my mount’s bodies to the fullest. But this was a situation that I would have to make an exception.
Turning on Anna’s laptop I was pleased to find that she had not logged off, and left it on sleep mode. I quickly logged onto the internet.
Logging into my real Facebook account I checked if there was anything new. And there wasn’t really. Logging off I went to my blog site and logged in.
The new message icon was flashing. I clicked it and had seen that some of my hopper friends had read the latest entry and enjoyed what they read. Some asked me questions about how Anna’s body felt, if there are any other decent or mountable chicks at libraries. I giggled as I replied to the messages and told them I will give out more details in my next update.
After replying to the messages I began a new entry.
“April 17, 2010
I mounted Anna with ease. She did manage to let out a little scream, but I was in control before an employee came to check what it was. Her body is responsive. Not the most sensitive body I have been in, but definitely worth checking out. Her breasts are not large, a small B cup, but they are perky. Her ass is barely there. But her pussy, well that is another thing…”
I began to get into detail about how good it had felt to reach orgasm in her body. Pretty much things that if you changed a few words here and there could be passed off for a slightly weird porno story.
“… Sadly though I did wear her out quite a bit, and now am aching in that place.
As all of you who follow my blog know that I do not like to ditch my mounts right away and take my time in them. But I really cannot see myself being able to stay in Anna due to the pain. Her parents are not home yet, at least I don’t think they are. But either way, from Anna’s memory, her mom is not something I would jump at to mount.
But she does have a pretty decent neighbor. In her mid to late thirties. Divorced. No kids. Hispanic. And I would need a new mount since I have threw my clothes in the trash bins behind the library. Lucky for me trash day isn’t for another three days.
For any of you who do want to give little Anna’s body a test drive her address is…”
I then finished the entry by posting her home address, school address and the address of the library she works at.
Logging off the internet and computer I sighed to myself as I walked over to Anna’s bed wincing at the pain in her crotch. “Soon enough, I won’t have to be the one dealing with it.” I said as I let out a slightly maniacal chuckle.
I then scanned Anna’s mind to see if Dana was available to me. And she was.
Lying down on the bed, I closed my eyes and began to concentrate on leaving Anna’s body. I felt myself begin to convulse and shake as I felt like someone had just take a knob on me and turned it so that it was loose and I was spilling out.
One minute later I was reforming from my liquid state back into my male form.
I looked over at Anna’s sleeping form and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride Hun, but I can’t deal with how sensitive your pussy is. Hope you don’t mind the aching much.”
I then smiled down at her sleeping form and quietly got off the bed and made my way to her window.
Opening the window I quickly jumped out and proceeded to walk into the next yard. “Dana…” I said to myself. Dana was the name of Anna’s neighbor who would serve as my next mount.
I noticed a window that had a light on. Being the simple person I can be, I walked over to the window and carefully peaked inside. I scanned the room I was looking in and saw a Hispanic woman sitting on a couch wearing a pair of cotton shorts that fell to her mid thigh. A tank top that wasn’t tight but did slow off her large breasts, and a pair of tube sock pulled up to her mid shin.
Her makeup was modest. And her hair was in a bun. Typical for a quiet night in alone, I figured
I watched as Dana got up to go to another room. I then quickly ran around front, praying that no one drove by or stepped outside and saw me naked.
Once I had reached the front door of Dana’s house I knocked on the door. I then waited for her to answer. As I was waiting I began to feel my body begin to liquefy as I could sense that Dana was coming closer to the door. Finally the door opened and I saw Dana standing there with a skeptical look at first, but then when she saw a naked 20 something standing at her door her face went to a mixture of shock and horror.
I quickly lunged at her and with my hand already liquefied, I placed it over her mouth and began to flow into her body. Dana tried to scratch at me and punch me but it was no use as I was already fully liquefied and flowing into her body through her throat and every other opening there was.
I felt Dana stumble into the wall and used that moment to quicken to mounting process and felt myself shoot into her body at a rapid pace.
Finally I regained my senses and could feel Dana’s body as my own. I walked over to the mirror and with each step, I felt my mature womanly thighs slightly jiggle with each step along with my larger ass and larger bra encased tits.
Stepping in front of the mirror I smiled as I saw my male face sitting upon Dana’s still sexy and mature 37 year-old body. I let out a laugh as I cupped my new D cup breasts in my hands and smiled at my new reflection. “I love being a body hopper.” I said to myself as I gave my new tits a squeeze.