Brian's Story - Chapter 23 - Leading a Horse to Water

By Tobyredone

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This is the twenty-third 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 wandered down into the food court mid morning the next day. I was mildly sore in between my legs, but it was nice because it constantly reminded me of all the fucking I had done last night.

I had dressed my stolen body in a tight pair of jeans and a midriff bearing tank top that clung to me like oil. The only reason that every detail of my tits couldn’t be seen was due to the fact that I had actually put a bra on this morning.

I zigged through the tables mostly looking at the girls as they sat around and chatted in between classes. I was supposed to meet up with Burt, but I had been through over half of the gathered students here, and had not caught sight of him yet. I was beginning to wonder if he had over slept, or if he had gotten distracted by something like usual.

“Excuse me young miss, could I see you in my office for a moment.” I suddenly heard from behind me.

I spun to see one of the professors standing behind me tapping her foot on the pavement. The foot was clad in a simple black pump that had a four inch heel on it. I followed her nylon encased leg up to a short but dressy business skirt and a suit coat over a rather low cut blouse. As my eyes moved up further I saw Burt’s face where a woman’s should have been.

I smiled at him and nodded in approval. He spun on his heeled feet, and I followed him into a school building. We walked through several halls before finally turning into a small office. The name on the door said, “Professor Gretchen Dahl.” Burt walked around the oak desk in the center of the office, and sat back onto the chair, kicking his heeled feet up on the desk.

“Nice ride Burt,” I complimented him.

“Yeah, she’s not bad,” he replied as he pulled out on his blouse and looked down at his tits.

“Where did you pick her up? I thought you were going to grab a student.” I asked.

“I was. I hopped this bitch’s assistant last night, and after scanning her memory, I realized that Nathan is in her class. So I figured this might be a good way to get his attention. So I went to her house last night and hopped her. Then I fucked her husband all night” Burt said with a smile.

“What happened to watch from a distance?” I asked, and took a long drink from a bottle of Pepto Bismo I had brought with me from my dorm room.

“Well, I’m just going to ask him to stop by and give him a few pointers. I was hoping you’d grab a seat next to him in class, and maybe get to know him a bit more. What the hell are you drinking?” Burt asked me with a questioning look on his face.

“Pepto Bismo. This chick’s a vegetarian, and I ate a steak last night. Her stomach isn’t use to it, so I’m having a bit of indigestion.” I replied with a sour face.

Burt shrugged at me and laughed a bit.

“So when do we have class with him?” I asked.

“About an hour, why?” Burt replied.

“Well, I’m just thinking, we have this perfectly good office and some time to kill.” I said with a smile.

Burt got up, walked around to the door, and closed it. He then looked back at me and shrugged himself out of his suit coat, letting it fall to the floor. He then reached behind his thin back and unzipped the back of his suit skirt, also letting it fall to the floor. I saw that he had put Gretchen’s panties on over the top of her garter belt and thigh high stockings, as he simply tugged at the waistband of his purple bikini briefs, and they joined the pile on the floor.

“I love it when the pussy is easily accessible, don’t you?” Burt asked as he returned my smile.

Burt and I had lesbian sex all around Gretchen’s office for the next forty five minutes. We ate each other out in a sixty nine on the desk, Burt fingered me while I sat on Gretchen’s office chair, and I fucked Burt with a thick dry erase marker while he laid on the floor with his legs spread.

Finally we decided to redress our mounts and head to class.

The room was starting to fill up for class as we arrived so Burt headed to the front by the black boards and started opening the books he had brought with him, and digging through Gretchen’s bag of teaching supplies. I looked around and before long saw Nathan sitting on the side of the large lecture hall. I made my way over to him.

As I plopped myself down in the chair next to him he first looked down at my legs, moved up to my tits and then up at my face, and got a look of surprise on his face.

“You guys just don’t give up, do you?” He asked.

“We only want to show you how to use your abilities. After that you can pretend we have never met.” I said to him.

“Where did you get that girl? She doesn’t even have this class with me.” Nathan asked.

“I hopped her last night.” I said as I ran my hands down my stolen body and asked, “You like her?”

“Yeah, I guess. What do you mean hopped?” He asked me.

“It’s what we call it when we take over someone’s body. Body hopping. We’ll tell you more and show you how to do it, all you have to do is let us.” I said to him with a wink.

“So you can ‘hop’ anyone?” He asked me, emphasizing the word hop.

“Yup. Anyone.” I replied.

“And you pick girls?” He asked.

“I’ve been in a guy before, but women are more fun for sex.” I said and wiggled my eyebrows.

“You guys like to get fucked as chicks?” He said as his eyes widened.

“I’m telling you; don’t knock it until you try it.” I replied to him.

“No thanks. I like fucking chicks, not getting fucked.” He said, and got up and moved a few seats down from me.

I saw him look back over at me, and so I just shrugged and smiled at him. He looked down at the front of the hall, and suddenly his eyes widened. He must have just seen that Burt was inside his professor. He looked back at me and I just shrugged again.

Burt taught the hour long class without missing a beat, and I didn’t think he knew that much about biology, so I figured he must have been using Gretchen’s memories and class plan. By the end of the hour I was both impressed with Burt’s ability to impersonate someone, and bored out of my fucking mind. I really didn’t care about any of this, and I hadn’t even brought a notebook and a pen so I could doodle. Finally class ended, and just before everyone was piling out of the class room, Burt yelled out, “I need to see one student after class. A Mr. Nathan Grisbie please.”

Nathan shook his head as he went down the stairs, and I followed him, but gave him plenty of room so that he didn’t feel like he was being hunted. When I got there I heard Burt asking him to come back to Gretchen’s office and talk for a while. Nathan didn’t look like he wanted to, but he nodded and the three of us made our way back to Burt’s mount’s office.

Once inside, Burt walked around and sat in Gretchen’s chair, while motioning for Nathan to take a seat on the other side. I closed the door and then took another chair next to Nathan. Even though I knew what we were there for I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the principles office about to get yelled at for some reason.

“Howdy again Nathan.” Burt said to him with a smile.

“You guys have to stop this. You’re fucking stalking me, and it’s illegal. I’ll tell campus security.” Nathan said as he pointed a finger at Burt.

“And tell security what? That random people are stalking you? Or that there are two guys inside of women’s bodies following you around? Either way it’s a quick trip to the looney bin for you after that.” I said to him.

Nathan got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment as he weighed his options, then said, “Fine. What do you want?”

“We just want to show you how to body hop, and give you a hand for your first few hops until you get the hang of it.” Burt said as he folded his hands and leaned forward over the desk, giving us a shot of his cleavage in the low cut blouse.

“Well, I’m not a freak like you two. And I don’t want a pussy. So I’m not going to hop or whatever.” Nathan replied.

Burt held up his hands as if to surrender and said, “Ok, that’s fine. You don’t have to hop anyone. We aren’t here to force you. Do you mind if we hang out around here for a while and keep an eye on you just incase you do need some help?”

“You guys are gonna follow me around and shit or what?” He asked.

“Think of us as undercover helpers. No one but you will know we are there, but if you get into trouble, we can help you out.” Burt said.

“Why?” Nathan asked.

“It’s what we do. Older body hoppers help new body hoppers. Being a hopper is kind of like being in a secret society. Which reminds me, you are going to want to keep all of this to yourself.” Burt told him.

“Tell everyone that I’m a freak? Yeah that’s high on my priority list.” Nathan said with thick sarcasm.

“I don’t mean to piss on your parade here, junior, but there are hoppers that enjoy hopping. And they will go to extraordinary lengths to make sure that we body hoppers remain a secret. So you only have a few options. You can never hop anyone, and pretend that hoppers don’t exist. You can learn to hop, and then use your ability wisely, or you can keep being an untrained dickhead that has no idea how to hop and eventually you’ll mess up around one of those hoppers, and they will kill you. And the worst part is they can be anyone. It may be your own mom that they set up for your murder. Brian and I are trying to help you and you keep calling us freaks. Right now we are the best chance you have of going back to a semi-normal life.” Burt said coldly.

Nathan audibly swallowed as he looked at Burt, then slowly nodded and said, “Ok, if you guys want to hang around that’s cool. I’ll keep this to myself, don’t worry.”

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal a man’s head poking around the corner as he said, “faculty meeting professor.”

Burt nodded at the man, then looked at us and said, “Well students, I guess that should cover the special assignment. Why don’t the two of you go work on it together? If you need any help you know where to find me.”

Nathan and I got up and started walking down the hallway while Burt followed the man who had interrupted us the opposite way. Once we were out of earshot, I touched Nathan’s elbow, which caused him to stop and look at me.

“I just want you to know that I’m kinda new to this whole thing too. I’ve only been a hopper for a month or so. Burt didn’t mean to scare you shitless, he just wants you to know that not all hoppers want to be your friend, especially if you’re letting their secret out. Burt’s been a good friend as I’ve gone through all of this.” I told Nathan.

“I… just don’t know.” Nathan replied to me.

“That’s fine. Hey, what are you doing right now?” I asked him.

“Nothing until football practice at four, why?” He asked me.

“Wanna fuck me?” I asked plainly.

Nathan’s eyebrows rose as he stared at me and said, “Really?”

“Perks of having hopper friends. Pussy is always available. You wanna come back to my dorm room? Well, I should say Bethy’s dorm room, but her stuff is my stuff as long as I’m in her.” I said with a smile.

I rolled off from Nathan, sweaty and satisfied. We had been at it for about two hours now and while I was already hoping he had one more in him, he needed cool down time in between our sex sessions.

“Holy fuck you’re huge.” I said as I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“Thanks. You definitely know how to use a pussy. That last round might be it for me, though, you are really wearing me out.” He said as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get pretty sore. I may have to trade out for a new slit. Especially after the stretching your dick just gave it.” I told Nathan.

“Trade it in? You mean hop into a different girl?” Nathan asked me.

“Yup.” I replied simply as I panted.

“Well, if you and Burt are looking for some hot chicks to get into, you could come with me to the Pie Theta Pie sorority party tonight. They have some hot girls there, and they are always looking for an excuse to get wasted mess around with a football player.” Nathan told me as he absently played with one of my breasts.

“Sounds like it could be fun.” I replied as I lay there enjoying the sensations of him playing with my nipple.

“Hey Brian, I don’t think I want to body hop chicks and get fucked by guys.” Nathan suddenly said out of nowhere.

“Then don’t. It’s all up to you. I have more lesbian sex then anything else to be honest.” I said as I looked over at him.

“You know, I never thought about it like that. I’m pretty good at licking a pussy, and two chicks going at it is always hot, right?” He said as he perked up somewhat.

“I think you should just try out body hopping anyone before you make the decision to never hop again. And I think you should try a chick. It can be a lot of fun.” I told him as I rolled onto my side and looked at him.

“I don’t know man. I’ve spent a lot of time in the gym to get bulked up. I don’t have any problem getting laid now. I like being me and fucking girls. I just don’t see that changing.” Nathan told me.

“Like I said before Nathan, the ability is yours to do whatever you like. You don’t have to hop anyone. It’s fine to just be yourself. Plus, with as big as your dick is, I may be stopping by to get fucked on occasion anyway.” I said with a smile.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about! Friends with benefits! Anyway, I’ve got to head out. I’ve got some football stuff to take care of before practice. If you guys want to head over to the Pie house with me tonight, just meet up with me around nine by the football field. We’ll walk from there, its pretty close.” Nathan said as he got up and started to get dressed.

“Ah,” I pouted and got onto my hands and knees, putting my cute little ass in the air and wiggling it back and forth for him, “You don’t want to do it doggie style just one more time before you leave?”

“I can’t man. I’m gonna be draggin’ ass through practice as it is. I’m fucking spent.” Nathan said as he playfully slapped my ass.

“I’ll see you on the football field at about nine then.” I told him.

He finished putting his clothes on and nodded, then left. I reached over onto the floor, grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. If I was going to be bailing on Bethy’s body I wanted to make sure I got every last orgasm I could out of her sore little cunt.

“Are you sure he said nine?” Burt asked me as he shuffled back and forth on his feet.

“Yes, nine. At the football field.” I replied as I looked Burt over.

He had dismounted Gretchen and was just his regular old self, and looked a bit uncertain of himself standing there in just a tee shirt and jeans. I was still in Bethy, but with the steady ache between her legs from my activities I couldn’t wait to bail out of her body and pick up a different girl.

“He’s late.” Burt complained.

“GUYS!” We suddenly heard Nathan call out from behind us. We turned to see him standing by the bleachers and waving us over.

We started walking towards Nathan, and when we got there Nathan introduced us to some of his fellow football players. He had two other people with them. One tall and rather lanky guy named Todd, and the other guy was as muscled as Nathan and was introduced as Logan. Nathan couldn’t remember my mount’s name, and stumbled over his words as he introduced me, not that it mattered. His friends were drooling over me like a piece of meat. I hadn’t spent a lot of time getting ready, but a short skirt and tight tank top are pretty much all a girl needs to get boys drooling on her. Nathan’s friends both looked at Burt strangely, but didn’t ask why their friend was hanging out with a guy twice his age. They just shook his hand and we all started walking for the sorority house.

It was quite a hike to the sorority house. Burt had complained to me about his feet hurting in the ill fitting pair of shoes he had grabbed. I felt bad for him, but told him that in a few minutes he wouldn’t have to worry about his sore feet any more. Todd and Logan gravitated next to me on the walk, trying to make small talk. I played along and soon I could tell they were trying to out do each other for my affection. I was glad when Nathan turned and started walking up a path to a two story building I assumed was the sorority we would be partying at.

Nathan knocked, and the door was open by a cute red headed girl. She smiled when she saw Nathan and gave him a quick hug. He returned it and then stood back as she marked his hand with a black X in marker. She did the same to Nathan’s other friends, whom she also knew. Then came Burt and I. She looked at me and held the marker out. I gave her my hand and got the black X.

“Don’t I have psychology with you?” She asked me.

I scanned Bethy’s memories for the girl quickly and she did indeed share a class or two with Bethy. Bethy never associated much with the girl, as she thought that sorority girls were all bimbos that couldn’t make it on their own through school.

“Yeah, I think you do.” I said with a smile.

That was all the girl needed to hear, and suddenly she was hugging me too. Our breasts squeezed together as I stood there with a look of shock on my face.

She pulled back just as suddenly and looked at Burt.

“Are you sure you have the right address, Mister?” She asked as she looked skeptically at Burt.

“He’s with me,” Nathan said to the red head.

“Oh, cool. Is he like your uncle or something?” She asked Nathan.

“Uh, sure,” Nathan replied in an unsure voice.

“Have fun!” the girl said in a peppy voice to Burt as if he was half deaf.

We walked further into the house and into a large living room. It was packed with people dancing to loud music. Nathan and his friends headed off one way, and Burt and I headed to one of the side rooms. We poked our heads into a few rooms, and every single one had groups of people in them. There was also a huge line for the bathroom, so hopping someone in there was also out.

Burt began to scowl as he got more and more odd looks. I grabbed his hand and we headed up to the second story of the house. The loud music could still be heard thumping through the floor but it was far quieter, and we could actually talk to each other.

“There is no way I’m going to find a mount here. We should have picked up some girls before we came. Everyone is looking at me like some sort of leper.” Burt said with disdain.

“Let’s try a couple rooms up here, and if we don’t find anyone we’ll leave, okay?” I asked.

Burt nodded and followed me as I quietly opened one door to an empty bedroom. I tried the next door only to find a guy and a girl having sex. I quietly closed the door as to not disturb them, and moved on to the next door. This time when I opened the door two girls looked back at me.

“Uh, can I help you with anything? Are you like lost or something?” One girl asked me.

I walked in and Burt followed me. The girls both took a few steps back from us; almost as if they knew we were there to cause trouble.

“You guys need to leave my room like now.” The first girl said to us.

In response Burt just smiled and calmly walked over to her. I followed suit and walked up to the other girl, who had gotten backed into a corner.

“What the f-” Was all the girl got out before Burt walked over to her and covered her mouth.

The girl in front of me watched Burt as he assaulted the young woman, and began melting into her. Her eyes opened wide as she watched her friend struggle with her attacker and fall to the floor flailing her arms as Burt worked his way inside her body. She didn’t have time to worry much longer, though as I brought my face to hers, kissing her on the lips. She struggled as her attention was brought back to me, but it was already a lost cause.

I lost the feel of Bethy’s body. It felt so strange to be in limbo between bodies. Suddenly I could feel a new body. I felt socks on my feet, which was odd to me as just a second ago I had been in Bethy’s body wearing sandals. I felt two long legs, and a new pussy that didn’t ache from being over used. I had a trim midsection, and two wonderfully full breasts. I suddenly tasted mint in my mouth, and felt something. I was chewing gum now. I felt some hair playing around my neckline. I looked over at the other girl that had been struggling with Burt as she stood up, but now her pretty face had been replaced by Burt’s. He was using his new hands to grasp the perfection of his own mount’s tits and smiling.

“Ah that feels so much better. I feel like I belong at this party now.” He said as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, it’s nice to not have an aching pussy between my legs anymore.” I replied and looked down at Bethy, who now lay at my feet in a heap of arms, legs and long dark hair.

“Well I wouldn’t mind having an aching pussy, because that would mean that I was actually getting some dick. Let’s go see if we can find some.” Burt said with a smile.

“What about Bethy? I think we should wake her up.” I said.

“We’re at a party, and she’s a passed out chick. It’s normal. It happens everyday. Let her wake up and think she just had too much to drink and blacked out.” Burt said.

“You think?” I said out loud, trying to decide what I should do.

“I know. Let’s go.” Burt said as he grabbed my arm and tugged on it.

I followed Burt out into the hallway and back down the stairs to the floor where the main party was on. We were back in the loud music, but this time we were not ostracized for being out of place in the crowd. We barely made it across the crowded living room floor before both getting handed beers in red plastic cups. Burt gulped his down immediately, and so I handed him mine. When he downed that one in seconds as well, some guys around us cheered and held out their beers for him to drink.

This time I grabbed Burt’s arm and dragged him further along until we got to the corner and I turned to look at Burt. I leaned over and shouted into his ear over the music, “I’m not holding your hair back when you start puking, or babysitting you like on spring break.”

“Calm down Brian. We’re swimming in the estrogen ocean. It’s a sorority house. If I get too plastered in this body, I’ll just pick a different one.” Burt said back with a smile.

I shook my head and Burt turned to walk back into the crowd of people, many of whom again held out cups for him. I decided that he was a big boy, or girl, and could take care of himself. I turned on my heels and went looking for Nathan.

I found him in the kitchen leaning up against the countertop, talking to a blonde girl who was sitting on the countertop and playing with her hair as she smiled at him. As I walked towards him he noticed me.

“Hey Bri… uh, I mean Brandy. Nice choice, she’s a hottie.” He said to me as he almost said my real name. I then quickly checked my mounts memory, and my new name was indeed Brandy. The girl sitting on the counter top flirting with Nathan was one of my “sisters” named Amanda, who everyone called Mandy.

“Of course Brandy’s a hottie! She’s my best friend EVER!” Mandy drunkenly said as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around me.

I knew from memories that popped into my head from my mount that Mandy and Brandy had just gotten into a huge fight about Mandy burrowing a purse from Brandy without permission. I really didn’t care, so I didn’t concentrate on the memory too hard. Instead, I wrapped my arms back around her, and pulled her face to mine for a quick on the lips kiss. I could tell at first that Mandy was surprised, but she didn’t pull back. I wasn’t certain if she had some lesbian tendencies when drunk, or if she was just an attention whore and knew that kissing other girls would get boys to look at her.

Nathan cheered us on enthusiastically, and when I leaned back from the kiss, I winked at him and said, “I need a drink.”

Mandy’s face got an excited look on it as she grabbed me once again, and began pulling me over to another spot on in the kitchen by an impressive array of bottles and said, “Lets all do shots together!”

Mandy grabbed some small glasses, set them down, and picked up a bottle of clear alcohol and poured out some shots. When she was finished she handed them out, and as she held them up she said, “Here’s to not remembering tonight!”

I knew Brandy wouldn’t have a problem with that.

We all downed our shots, and I gagged as the liquid slid down my throat, burning like fire. It left an aftertaste of paint thinner in my mouth. Nathan helped me out by handing me a beer to chase it with when he saw my scowl. I gulped down the beer trying to get the last drink out of my mouth before it ate the enamel away on Brady’s teeth.

Suddenly Burt staggered in the doorway, and shouted drunkenly, “Look whoosh shhere! And doingsh shhotsh wit outta me! Line em’ upa again!”

Mandy squealed, and poured more shots out of the same bottle and handed them out again, this time including another hopper who she thought was another one of her sorority sisters. As the nasty drink again burned my throat I started to feel flushed and hoped we would be able to find some girls that were not completely fucked up at the end of the night to trade into.

Burt just held up his arms and cheered as he slammed the shot glass back down on the counter.