Hi my name is Jack. I am bodyhopper.
What is a bodyhopper you ask, well let me tell you. It sounds so science fiction, but it is true. We are a secret society that lives on the fringe of humanity. Our numbers are small but we have a great power. We can make our form melt into another’s form and hop them. Actually we like to call the person a mount.
There are numerous stipulations involved with this process. First off mirrors and any electronic devices like camcorders, and cameras, will give away our true identity. The funny thing that happens is our faces are shown in the picture. It is our true our faces over the body of our mount.
Another thing about hoppers is that we are all mostly male. I personally have not met a female hopper in my entire existence. Hoppers love to mount female host for a number of reasons. Females are much erotic then male hosts. I hoped another male once in my entire life. It was not as sensual as the supple, soft, feminine forms I have inhabited.
Okay you are pretty much up to speed on who I am and what I am about let me describe some of my adventures. As Jack I am completely an unknown entity if you were to see me in my true form you would not be able to tell me apart from your average man. I have medium build, dirty blonde hair and a goatee. I have grown this especially for the photos I like to take of myself in my female persona. I have never held down a job, wait that is not true I have been a secretary, waitress, nurse, etc.
Anyway it was a boring Wednesday I was on the prowl looking for a host. I had walked around downtown and not come into contact with anything promising. A hopper has to be very careful, a part of you takes on some of the host’s characteristics. For example, I have developed a very feminine sway to my walk. I also sit crossed legged whenever I am seated.
Anyway as I was saying a hopper has to be careful. I have a buddy of mine who had a hard time kicking a drug habit when he hopped a cokehead.
As I was pondering all of this I saw my next mount. She was about 28 great body long strawberry blonde hair with that Kirsten Dunst, girl next door look. She was wearing the low rider jeans and some strappy sandals. The cute belly shirt with the long coat with the fur lining. Her hair was up in a twist.
She went into a borders bookstore and I followed. I watched as she thumbed through the standard girly books Cosmo, Vanity Fair etc. She caught me staring at her but I really did not care. Fuck her she was soon going to be mine. I imagined what kind of panties she had on I bet they were thongs. My member started to move.
She put her magazine down and walked to the back of the store. I was right behind her. She must of known this because she spun around on those fabulous heels and put a well manicured finger in my face. “Look asshole, stop following me or I am going to kick your ass.” I have been around for a long time and I can remember when women would threaten to get a cop now they want to kick your ass.
I just smiled at her as she turned to leave. I waited as she headed to the women’s bathroom. HAHAH that played right into my hands. I waited exactly 30 seconds and went in. She was on the crapper. When I entered her stall she hurried to pull up her pants. She actually threw a punch at me while using a number of curse words.
It was to late for her really. I seized her wrist and felt my body begin its magic. Since I have been hoping I have become better and faster at doing this. She put up such a fight. Kicking and screaming swearing that she would hurt me. This was so much fun part of the process is the struggling.
My body quickly liquefied itself. I could feel myself enter her body. OH YES YES YES. This was so orgasmic. I could feel myself begin to grow as my entire being was covering her, entering her, being her. Oh god this was awesome.
Finally, and unfortunately it stopped. I stood up and looked down at the heels and the well manicured hand. I could smell her perfume. I pulled up her panties. Thongs just like I guessed. I pulled up her jeans and buttoned them. At this point a hopper has to realize that the mounts clothes and body is his so from now on I will refer to panties and heels as mine. As in my panties. (I love that) My panties, my heels, my sexy ass.
I walked out the stall over to the mirror. There I was Jack the man with a beautiful woman’s body beneath him how hot I looked. Another patron walked in and stopped at the mirror and did a double take. When she looked at me she saw a woman, but when she looked in the mirror she saw Jack. I looked at her and laughed heartily. I turned on my lovely heels and walked out.
Once I walked out I looked to the world as… What is her name? Oh I forgot to tell you I have access to all of the mounts memories and such. Rachel is her name. I live at 1172 Rochestre Road. I am married to Keith Overland. We have an awesome sex life. Well Mr. Overland it is about to get better.
I headed out of Borders and found Rachel’s car. It was one of those small Volkswagen things. I was supposed to go to Borders to buy wedding magazines for my sister who is getting married next year. Fuck that I am going buy lingerie in Mrs. Rachel’s credit card and maybe I will end up fucking my sister’s future husband. He is a hunk if I am accessing the correct memory. How nice of a wedding present that would be for my darling younger sister.
There are going to be a lot of changes involved for Rachel when I unmount her. That will teach her for trying to punch me.
I drove over to Victoria Secrets and had a blast trying on all sorts of panties, thigh highs, heels ect. I got home late and Keith was waiting for me. I walked in and he had dinner waiting for me. I told to put it in the oven. “Hey Keith lets go up stairs and fuck like beasts.”
He seemed stunned at my language but nearly ran upstairs. My Rachel memories told me that she was a prude of sorts. Well that was about to change. I whispered to Keith. “Dear how about you stick it in my ass.” This almost caused him to hyperventilate. “What has gotten into Rach?” If you only knew I thought, if you only knew what has gotten into me.
I cringed as his thick dick entered my virginal ass. He pounded me like the whore I was and that Rachel would soon become. He came in my ass and I turned to lick him clean. I smelled the sweet scent of my lovely ass. This was totally new since Rachel had refused to blow her man. I was going to make up for this very soon.
I asked him if he would eat my pussy. Again he was stunned since supposedly Rachel hated the word pussy and would cringe when people said it. So I said it again and again. Keith eat my pussy Keith eat my pussy now.
Note: Bodyhoppers if you have never had your pussy eaten this is a must.
Keith was good not great but good. He suck my clit nicely, but I like it a little rougher so I told him to bite it. That sent me into a frenzy. I wrapped my legs around his head and bucked wildly. I thought I was going to break his neck.
When we were done he told me how great that was and how happy he was. I told him that things were going to be different around here a lot different.