#body hopper

In all his years as a body hopper, he’d never ended up inside a twink before.

Marcus had jumped from gym rats to muscled construction workers, from hairy bears to tall athletes, but never someone like this. Never someone so… delicate. So pretty.

The moment his soul slammed into the young man’s body, Marcus knew this one was different. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still dripping from the shower, a white towel loosely wrapped around narrow hips. The body he now wore was lean and smooth, with soft definition in the abs, a slim waist, and long, elegant limbs. Messy curly dark hair framed a strikingly handsome face with full lips and big, expressive eyes.

Marcus raised one hand and made a peace sign, exactly like the boy had been doing when he took the photo. He stared at his reflection and let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh.

“Holy fuck…” he whispered in the twink’s smooth, slightly raspy voice. “This is new.”

He dropped the peace sign and slowly ran both hands down his new torso. The skin was incredibly soft and sensitive. His fingers brushed over perky nipples that hardened instantly, sending sparks straight down to his groin. He traced the faint lines of his abs, then slid lower, teasing the sharp V-lines that disappeared under the towel. With a filthy grin, he tugged the towel open and let it drop to the floor.

The cock that sprang up was surprisingly big for such a slim frame, long, pretty, and already rock hard. Marcus wrapped a hand around it and gave it a slow stroke, moaning at how sensitive it felt.

“Jesus Christ… he’s hung like this?” he breathed, eyes locked on the mirror. “And look at this ass…”

He turned sideways, arching his back to admire the smooth, perky bubble butt he now owned. One hand reached back and squeezed it, then spread his cheeks slightly, teasing a finger against his tight hole. The sensation made his new knees weak.

Marcus had hopped dozens of bodies in his life, but none had ever felt this… erotic. This responsive. He turned back to face the mirror fully, still slowly jerking his new cock, and smirked with the boy’s pretty face.

“I’ve spent years jumping into big, hairy, masculine dudes… but this?” He moaned again as he twisted his hand around the sensitive head. “This tight little twink body is something else entirely.”

He leaned closer to the mirror, biting his lip in that cute way the boy always did in selfies.

“I think I’m gonna stay a while,” Marcus purred, voice dripping with lust. “Maybe a long while.”

He picked up the phone again, opened the camera, and took a new photo, this time with his free hand still wrapped around his hard cock, eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

The real owner was trapped deep inside, forced to watch as the experienced body hopper began thoroughly, shamelessly enjoying every inch of his slim, pretty, surprisingly well-endowed body.

And Marcus had absolutely no intention of leaving anytime soon.

As you sat in Coach Mike's office, the weight of your father's expectations pressing down on you like a physical force, you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The room, filled with the lingering scent of sweat and old equipment, seemed to close in around you. Coach Mike, with his brown hair during white from old age and belly flopping out of his tucked-in red shirt, offered you a Gatorade, his eyes twinkling with a mix of concern and mischief.

"You look like you've been through hell, kid," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Your dad been riding you hard again?"

You nodded, taking a sip of the cool drink. "Yeah, you know how he gets around this time of year. But I'm not sure I can do it, Coach. I'm burnt out."

Coach Mike smirked, his eyes glinting with a hint of something more. "I know just the thing to take your mind off it. You should go to that college party tonight."

You raised an eyebrow. "How did you know about that?"

He chuckled, "You know, things get around. I hear chatter. But if you're not going, why don't you let me go, kid?" He winked, his grin widening.

Before you could respond, a strange sensation washed over you. The room spun, and when it settled, you were looking at your own face, now in the care of Coach Mike. "What the...?" you stammered, your voice coming out in Coach Mike's deep timbre.

"Call me Jim, Coach Mike, please," your voice echoed from your own lips. "Plus, I'll make sure to impress your father, and you can relax."

You felt a strange mix of confusion and relief. "Ahh yes," you found yourself saying, for some reason. "Enjoy the party tonight, Jim."

"Enjoy your too! Your wife throws amazing neighborhood get-togethers," Coach Mike replied, his voice laced with amusement.

"What! I... I look forward to it," you corrected yourself, your mind racing to adapt to this new reality.

"That's more like it, coach Mike," Coach Mike said with a final wink before leaving the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a body that wasn't your own.

As you sat there, you took a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensations. Your body felt heavier, more solid, and the clothes you were wearing hung loosely on your frame. You stood up, testing your balance, and noticed how different it was to move with this older, more experienced body. The muscles were familiar, but the way they responded to your commands was new and exciting.

You decided to take a walk around the school, enjoying the cool evening air. As you moved, you couldn't help but notice the way people reacted to you. Students greeted you with respect, and you felt a sense of authority that you hadn't experienced before. It was liberating to be seen as someone with power and influence.

As the night wore on, you found yourself at the neighborhood get-together, mingling with the other coaches' wives and families. You were surprised by how easily you fell into the role of Coach Mike, joking and laughing with the others. The pressure of your father's expectations seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and belonging.

You spent the evening enjoying good food and even better company. The conversations were light and fun, a stark contrast to the intense pressure you usually felt. You found yourself relaxing in a way you hadn't in a long time, the weight of your responsibilities lifting from your shoulders as you watched football games.

I had to take a walk from the Manor it was crazy in there, I walked around the block thankfully in this body no one recognized me So I could stroll in peace. Or so i thought suddenly I heard this female voice shriek as I passed the pond. Hello Gorgeous you're just what I'm looking for but before I could turn to respond, I suddenly found myself staring at my own ass. But how? Just as I thought that I found myself slipping into the pond slamming my head hard on the ground as I went in. I never figured out my body had already taken off.

I blacked out, when I came to I didn't know anything, who I was, where I was or why I was staring at a very beautiful woman.

I grabbed my head, so did the girl I was staring at, which meant I was her.

Miss are you ok, you suffered quite a knock on the head, we stitched you up but weren't able to call anyone because you had no ID on you. I don't remember...anything I said with a blank stare on my face. Amnesia, not uncommon after a fall like yours. We'll run your prints, see if you're in the system. I lay back in bed as I waited to see if they found anyone who could help me.

A gorgeous young man rushed by my side, Jesse they called told me you were in an accident. He rushed over to hold me, he said he was my fiancée Joey. They told him I had no memories and suggested he take me home, being in familiar surroundings may help. He wrapped his arms around me and we left,

No one was aware that I the Wishmaster had just had his powerful body stolen by a body hopper and I was now stuck in a young woman's body for the foreseeable future with no memories or powers. the world could only hope the hopper that took my body didn't figure out my abilities...

OMG i love this idea sm! so basically what if every time maugris body hopped, he brought the others consciousnesses with him, but they got locked away.

You like what you see? I did too, that’s why I took it for myself. You see, this isn’t actually my body, I stole it.

I’m a body hopper, which basically means I can jump into peoples bodies and take control.

I’ve been alive for many many years now all because I jump into hot guys, like the one you see above, and live out the rest of their lives until I find someone else.

I quite like my new host, don’t you? Young, lean, muscular, and you should see what he’s packing downstairs!

No seriously, wanna see?