This is the twentieth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.
I stepped out of the long tunnel connecting the plane to the airport terminal and began looking around for Valerie. I knew that I would have to find her, as I was in a lovely woman named Beth for my return trip home and so there was no chance she would recognize me. Burt had decided to hop a hot dark haired woman flying out to California and said he’d be back when he was done with her, though with Burt, you never know.
I saw my girlfriend sitting by the entrance anxiously looking at the people streaming out of the tunnel. I tugged my purse strap further up my shoulder and flicked my long blonde hair back over my shoulder and walked over by her. I reached an empty seat next to her, sat down and began adjusting one of the straps of my tiny little heeled sandal. She briefly looked at me, and then went back to watching the stream of people coming out of the airplane.
“These damn shoes have been a hassle all day,” I said out loud.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she replied, but didn’t pay much attention to me.
“Are you waiting for someone?” I asked her.
“Yes…” Valerie briefly paused, and then looked at me, “I’m waiting for my boyfriend, he was supposed to fly back today, and asked if I could pick him up here.”
“What does he look like, I’ll help you out. I need to sit a while, these shoes are killing me.” I told her in a nonchalant tone.
“Well, I don’t really know,” She said as she continued to look at the people streaming out.
“You don’t know what your boyfriend looks like? Did the two of you meet over the internet or something?” I asked her in a confused voice.
“No, no, nothing like that, it’s just, well, lets say that he changes his look often and sometimes on a whim.” She replied doing her best to describe me to a complete stranger without giving anything away, and without seeming insane.
“Well, do you know what he’s wearing? A jacket or a hat maybe?” I asked her as I cocked an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you can be of much help.” She replied, and I saw a bit of sadness in her face as people stopped exiting the tunnel leading to the airplane.
“You’re sure it was this flight?” I asked her.
“Yes. Maybe he found something else to do. He’s with a friend that’s a bit flighty.” She said to me, her disappointment clear in her voice.
“Well, maybe you could just take me home with you instead? I’m certain I could eat your pussy out like no one has before.” I asked her with a smile.
She turned to look at me, and then lightly hit me on the upper arm with an open hand before saying in a hushed tone, “Brian!”
I winked at her and pointed towards a bathroom. We both got up and headed inside. It was empty except for the two of us, and I turned to her, and gave her a large hug, wrapping my thin arms around her. She returned it, and when I pulled back she said, “How was it? Where is Burt? You have to tell me all about it!”
“Burt caught a lovely young girl on her way out to Cali. I’m not certain when he’ll be back. The trip was good. I got a lot of practice in at hopping, and I’ve gotten much faster. I’ll tell you all about it over some drinks tonight, but right now do you mind if I hop over into you? Beth here has to go and visit her family, and I’d hate to make her miss that.” I said as I looked down at my chest and gave my breasts a farewell squeeze.
Valerie nodded, and I walked over to a bathroom stall and sat down. Valerie leaned over, and I gently pulled her face to mine for an open mouth kiss. She responded passionately, but I could feel her slightly jump when I started to hop over to her body through her mouth.
I lost sense of the woman who I had used for a free plane ride, and started to feel Valerie’s familiar body. She was wearing high heels and a short jean skirt over a small pair of cotton panties along with a tight woman’s tee shirt and a push up bra, which I felt holding her normally pert breasts up even higher then usual. I felt her brown hair around my new shoulders, and suddenly was looking at Beth’s face.
I mentally woke Valerie up, and as she started to come to, I also gently shook Beth’s shoulders. I wasn’t in her for more than a few hours, so I didn’t think it would be too hard to wake her.
Once she started to come to I asked her, “Excuse me, Miss are you alright? I found you in here with the stall open slumped over.”
Beth looked up at me and nodded as she looked around, putting one hand to her forehead, then asking, “Yeah, I think I’m okay. I’m just tired. I hope I didn’t miss my flight!”
“Miss, you just walked off the plane and came into this bathroom.” I told her, as I tried my best to show concern in my eyes.
The young woman blinked a few times, and said, “We’ve already landed? I don’t remember anything. No more all-nighters the day before a plane ride for me. Thank you so much for checking on me.”
I nodded and then backed out of the stall, being careful to keep my back to the mirror so that my face would not be reflected, and asked, “Are you sure you are fine?”
She nodded, so I walked off. Using Valerie’s memories I quickly found where she parked, and soon we were off driving to her small apartment. On the way back to her place we mentally chatted, mainly me telling her about the trip until she mentioned something.
Brian, I wanted to tell you this, but I didn’t want to wreck our first day back together. Do you remember that girl Alyssa? She was the stripper that Burt hopped.
‘Yeah, I remember her, why?’
She called me last night. She’s in the hospital. We should go and visit her, she sounded like she was afraid and didn’t know what to do.
‘What happened?’ I asked Valerie.
I don’t know, she wouldn’t tell me over the phone.
We made a quick stop at Valerie’s apartment so that I could dismount her, and get some of my own clothes, and then we were back in her car driving to the hospital. When we asked at the front desk they would not tell us what room Alyssa was staying in. I thought it was odd, but luckily Valerie had the phone number saved in the caller ID of her cell phone, so she just re-dialed it. Soon we were on our way to room three twelve where she was staying.
When we got there and opened the door, I immediately sucked in my breath. Alyssa had one large black eye, and bruises around her neck, and cuts down the length of her arm. Valerie immediately dashed over to her bed and asked what had happened.
“Well, my boyfriend came home drunk and he thinks I’ve been cheating on him, so he started to get loud, and then he hit me.” She replied quietly.
“This is more then just one hit!” Valerie said as she gently touched Alyssa’s face.
“He’s never been this bad before, honestly! But now I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go back. I don’t really have any friends that I can call, and everyone else that I could call also knows him, so it would get back to him where I’m staying. He took all the money out of our joint bank account, so I don’t have any money, or even clothes, and I can’t go back to work because he’ll be waiting outside the club for me.” She said as tears started to form in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
“You’ll come and stay with us for a while.” Valerie said with an air of authority.
“No, I couldn’t do that. Really,” Alyssa replied back to her.
“Valerie’s right. You’re going to come and stay with us for a while. At least until you’re back on your feet. And when you feel up to it, I’m going to go with you, and we’ll get your clothes from your apartment. If your old boyfriend is there, I’ll deal with him.” I told her.
“I couldn’t, I don’t even know you two that well.” She said as she shook her head lightly.
I had forgotten that Alyssa had never met me as I was inside Valerie the whole time when she had woken up in Val’s apartment. I walked over to the bed and gently patted her hand as I told her, “Don’t worry about the hospital bill. I’ve got some money in an account that I’m not really using much anymore. I’ll cover it, but only if you come stay with us until you are feeling better.”
Alyssa looked up at me and as the tears continued to roll down her cheeks, she finally relented, and said she would stay with us.
We called one of the nurses into her room, and began to fill out paper work for her release. Her injuries looked much worse then they actually were, and so she was cleared to be taken home, but Alyssa refused to let us put down any addresses on the paper work for fear that her old boyfriend would come looking for us.
Soon enough we had her set up on the couch at Valerie’s small apartment. She had a remote in one hand, and a bowl of ice cream in the other, and as she surfed through the channels Val and I noticed she was starting to smile again.
Valerie had to work the next day, but seeing as I didn’t have a job, I was free to take care of Alyssa all day, not that she need much taking care of. Soon enough we were playing video games and watching movies. When Val came home all three of us piled onto the couch under one large blanket and watched movies.
It continued this way for a few days until both Alyssa and I were going stir crazy being cooped up in the apartment all day. Alyssa’s black eye was healing well, as were the bruises around her neck, but the cuts down her arms were taking more time. Finally one day around lunch time, she said she was sick of wearing the same clothes. I mentioned that she could borrow Valerie’s clothes, but she didn’t want to do that either, so I suggested we go back to her apartment and get her stuff.
I could see the look of fear in her eyes, but after telling her that I wouldn’t leave her alone for even a minute she finally nodded to me. We both went down to my car and got in it. It took a few tries for me to get it started, as it hadn’t run in almost three weeks, but finally it came to life and we were off.
When we arrived at her apartment there was no one around, and I could tell Alyssa was relieved. We quickly began packing her things up, and bringing them down to the car. It could have gone faster, but I promised her that I would not leave her side, so we always made trips down to the car together.
Just as we were about done and we were packing up the last few things from her bedroom we both heard an angry voice call out from the entrance way.
“Where are you, you whore!”
“Oh no, Brian it’s him!” She whispered to me, and grabbed my arm.
I nodded to her, stood up, and headed out of the bedroom to confront the guy. I walked into the living room and saw a large man with a few tattoos running up and down his arms. From the bulges under his shirt it was obvious he worked out quite frequently, and the look on his face told me he was in no mood to talk.
“Who the fuck are you? Where is she?” the man bellowed at me.
“Don’t worry about where she is. She doesn’t want to see you. You are going to leave, and we are going to finish packing, and then you can both go your separate ways.” I told him calmly.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do! I’m not going anywhere.” He shouted at me.
I didn’t like the way this was going already, but it got far worse when Alyssa peeked her head around the corner out of the bedroom. The man saw her, and started to charge across the room. I held up my arms in an attempt to stop him, and as he got to me, we grabbed each other. He was far larger and more muscled then me, and as he grabbed my throat with one hand he began to punch my stomach with the other. I reached down with one arm, trying to block his blows, and with the other I reached out and grabbed around his neck. We spun around as we grappled with each other. Alyssa saw us fighting and came out of the room, hitting on the man’s back, and screaming at him to let me go.
While I don’t consider myself a complete wuss, I’m also not much of a fighter. I wasn’t doing well blocking the punches to my stomach, and I knew this guy was going to have me on the floor and really start wailing on me in a few moments, so I did the only other thing I could think of.
I hopped him.
My hand around his neck started to turn to that now familiar liquid, and flow into his skin. My neck started to loose form, and flow into his hand. Suddenly instead of trying to hold onto me, and hit me, the man was trying to push me off from him, and shake me loose. He fell to the floor as he continued to struggle with my now fluid form, and I heard him yell out, “What the fuck!”
Then suddenly I was on the floor looking up at the ceiling. I heard Alyssa screaming. I sat up and looked at her as she backed away in fear.
“What the fuck did you do to him Chet!” She called out.
I blinked a few times before looking over and answered her, “It’s not Chet, it’s me Brian.”
She stopped crawling away, but the look of fear was still there. I slowly stood back up onto now much larger feet. I looked down at my huge arms, and flexed them as I felt the muscles move. I looked up at Alyssa, and said, “It really is me in here. I possessed Chet. I can prove it, do you have a mirror?”
She nodded, and pointed into the bathroom, the fear still apparent in her eyes. I walked into the bathroom and pointed to my reflection. She looked at the reflection, then back at me, then to the reflection again, and said one word, “How?”
“It’s just a thing I can do. I don’t really know how.” I told her with a shrug.
The look of fear was still on her face, but now for a very different reason. I didn’t quite know what to do or say, so I just told her plainly, “He was kicking my ass. It was either this or get beat up. Should we finish loading the car or what?”
The question seemed to knock her out of her awestruck pose, and she nodded and walked back into the bedroom. With the large muscles that I now possessed carrying things down to the car was a breeze. We soon had the car packed and I grabbed my clothes from the floor and also threw them in the car.
We drove back to Valerie’s apartment and quickly unloaded all of Alyssa’s things. It was much easier using Chet’s larger body and we were done in no time. As I set the last box down Alyssa looked at me and said, “Ok, now what? Are you stuck in his body for a while? Do we have to do anything to get you out?”
“No, I’m not stuck, I can leave his body anytime, but I was thinking while I was in here we should go open a bank account for you at a different bank, and I’ll get your money back.” I replied to her.
“You can do that?” She asked as she looked into my eyes.
I nodded and we headed down to the car. We stopped at a bank around the corner and opened an account for her, then we went down the bank that Chet had moved all of Alyssa’s money to, and I had them send it over to her new account, plus I emptied Chet’s other bank accounts into it as well.
As we left the bank, Alyssa couldn’t believe how much I had helped her, and she enthusiastically hugged me.
“I don’t know what to say other then thank you, Brian!” She excitedly said as we got back into the car.
“I’m not done yet, we have two more stops to make.” I told her.
I drove down to a shady tattoo artist that I knew of downtown, and I took the remaining money out of Chet’s wallet and paid him to tattoo in large letters, “I love dick in my ass” on Chet’s back across his shoulders. Alyssa sat behind the tattoo artist the whole time giggling as he etched the words into Chet’s skin.
Finally he was done, and I stood up to leave. The man told me I needed to keep the new tattoo covered, but I just shrugged him off. As we walked back to the car I pulled off Chet’s shirt and handed it to Alyssa and asked her to trade. She looked at me oddly, but then pulled his large shirt on, and underneath its cover took her small pink one off and handed it to me.
I pulled the extra small shirt over my head and neck and then down onto my large arms. The fabric was stretched to is absolute maximum, and didn’t cover my now larger abs. I knew the shirt would be tight and I wanted something pink. We jumped into the car and headed for a local gay bar. I handed my original clothes to Alyssa and asked her to sneak into the men’s room and wait for me in a stall.
I then walked into the front door of the bar, and ordered twenty shots of the strongest liquor the bar had. The bartender lined them up, and I quickly slammed them all down as fast as he could pour them.
“You celebrating something, big guy?” He asked me with curiosity.
“Check out my new tattoo!” I yelled as I pulled up my shirt and showed all the guys sitting at the bar around me and then continued, “I just came out of the closet today! I’m going to head into the bathroom, get into position, and anyone that wants to toss one in my ass feel free! Even if I’m passed out. I want some cock in me, and I want it now!” I yelled out to the entire bar.
I then made my way to the bathroom, and headed for a stall. I leaned over the filthy toilet that was in there, and dismounted Chet in a hurry. Alyssa heard my commotion and came out of the stall she was hiding in when I called out her name. As I stood up naked, she offered my clothes back to me.
I thanked her and quickly pulled my pants on, followed by my shirt, and then quickly jammed my feet into my shoes. We were just about to walk out of the restroom when a large man walked in through the door. He looked at both Alyssa and I, then at Chet’s legs hanging out of the stall.
“Uh, hi. I think my friend and I are in the wrong bar. That guy just came in here and asked me to, you know…” I said to him as I looked over my shoulder at Chet’s body.
The large man winked at me and said, “I’ll take care of him, don’t worry.”
I nodded, and grabbed Alyssa’s hand as we both ran out of the bar and back to my car, laughing the whole way. I jumped in on my side and slammed the door shut as I turned the key to start my car and Alyssa jumped in on the other side.
“Brian, you can be positively evil when you want to be!” Alyssa said to me as she leaned over to kiss me on my cheek.
“Hey, he had it coming. There is no reason to beat up a girl who is half your size and besides, I needed to give him a little payback for hitting me, too.” I replied back to her as I pressed down on the gas pedal and we took off.
We drove back to Valerie’s apartment and headed up. She was home from work, and was wondering where the two of us had gotten to, and as Alyssa told her the story, I went into the bedroom to put the rest of my clothes on.
I walked back out to Alyssa and Valerie in the kitchen with an opened bottle of wine, and three glasses. I looked at them curiously and Alyssa replied, “Hey, I got all of my clothes, my stuff, my life savings, and my boyfriend got taught a lesson, we have to celebrate!”
I sat down and got handed a glass, and as they raised their wine, so did I. Alyssa was all smiles as she drank down her entire glass. Valerie and I were a bit more conservative, but I could see why Alyssa was so happy, and I grabbed the bottle and filled her glass back up.
“So, you can do that to anyone Brian?” Alyssa asked me as she sipped on her second glass.
“Yes, I can. It’s called body hopping. Alyssa, I need you to make me a very serious promise. You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? No one can know. It will bring a lot of trouble down on you, me, and Val.” I told her using my best stern voice.
She nodded quickly, and then asked, “So how much will he remember? Will he know that you did that to him?”
I shook my head and replied, “He won’t remember a thing, he’ll come to wherever he wakes up, and the last memory he will have will probably be coming back to the apartment.”
“I bet he’ll be in for a real shock when he checks his bank accounts! Thank you again Brian!” She said to me, “I promise I won’t tell a soul. I owe you that much, at least.”
I nodded to her and Valerie stood up and reached forward to grab the bottle of wine and started to refill everyone’s glasses and then came to stand behind my chair.
“So how often do you do it?” Alyssa asked me with a sparkle in her eyes.
“Well, actually I just recently found out I could do it. I went on spring break as a college girl, and I other then that, I only mount people for a night or so. I guess I mount Valerie here most, but I let her know what I’m doing when I’m in her body.” I told Alyssa as I looked at my wine.
Alyssa shot Valerie an amazed look, and then asked, “He possesses you? What does it feel like? You just let him?”
“I can’t really explain it. It’s just odd when your body is doing things that you didn’t make it do, but it’s fun, I guess.” She said as she shrugged her small shoulders, and then added, “He was in me the night you and I met. It was actually him that drove you home the next morning.”
“No way!” Alyssa squealed.
I stood up, and wrapped my arms around Valerie’s waist and brought my lips to hers for a long passionate kiss. When it was done I pulled my face back and winked. She knew what I was up to, and opened her mouth widely. I brought my face forward and began to mount her.
I quickly flowed through her wide open mouth and into her body. It felt great to have her long curvy legs, cute little ass, and pert tits as my own again. I shuffled my feet as I regained my balance in my new body. I looked down at Alyssa, whose eyes were wide open and riveted on me.
“Does it feel weird being a girl? I mean is it a lot different then being a guy?” She asked me. I sat down at my chair and sipped on my glass of wine before answering.
“It’s different. First off, anything I want to see I can. If I want to see Val’s breasts, I just lift up her shirt. If I want to play with her pussy I just reach down into her panties. It’s wild walking around as a hot girl, and having all the guys stare at you. That’s something I’m not use to. And the sex is so awesome. You guys definitely won out on the multiple orgasms thing.” I replied, and then started to rouse Valerie’s mind.
“You take over girls and have sex?” Alyssa asked me in an unbelieving tone.
“Do you know an easier way to get laid then walk around as a hot chick in a short skirt?” I asked her as I felt up Valerie’s chest.
Alyssa shook her head no, and downed the last of the wine in my glass before standing up and saying, “Well, I hate to be rude, but it’s been almost two and a half weeks since I’ve played with a vibrator in Val’s pussy. So you can either come with me and help, or you can wait out here for me to be done.”
I sashayed my sexy borrowed ass across the kitchen, through the small living room, and into Val’s bedroom before looking over my shoulder. I winked at Alyssa who said, “You know, I’m not usually all about girl on girl, but for some reason, this seems really hot.”
As I pulled off my shirt and let my breasts out of my bra I knew it was going to be a long night of pleasure. I was glad to be home.