Whenever she could

“Holy shit, look at these tits,” Ella said, staring down at the heavy breasts clasped by the pink bra.
She’d just got home from work and had seen the curtains of her next door neighbor moving as the creep probably watched her again. She paused halfway across the room to closing the blinds and stumbled.
Ella blinked and looked around, then her gaze dropped to her body and she felt herself get excited. So excited that she forgot how to walk on high heels and half stumbled to the couch.
“Oh my god, this is amazing,” she mumbled to herself. And it was amazing being off work and sitting down.
Then she found her hands fumbling to take off her top and now she was staring down at her tits, getting excited by the sight of them, a warmth flowing up between her legs.
“Fucking hell, these tits are incredible,” she said, stretching her fingers to grab as much as she could.
Suddenly, the tits she was so self-conscious about seemed amazing. Why had she ever worried they were too big? She squeezed herself, playing with her magnificent breasts more than she’d ever done in her whole life. She was even more fascinated with them when she managed to fumble her bra off and they spilled into her hands.
She pinched and squeezed them like she’d never seen them before, even going so far as to push one up to her mouth and suck on her own nipple.
Even after her orgasm and Ella felt normal again, she had a newfound desire for her own tits, and would touch them whenever she could.

A futuristic remote control accidentally body swaps eighteen-year-old Nolan with his awful – and awfully sexy – stepmother in Flip Side 1, available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.

One comment

  1. I love this kind of possession. The POV of host thinking it’s themselves. I’d like to see one when it’s not the first time and the host ponders why the sudden changes in behavior occur. I definitely like that she continues it herself…or does she just think that when it’s still him. Long term the person alters host as they match behavior.

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