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The silence in the shared bathroom—meant for hotel guests who opted for cheaper accommodations—was broken only by soft female breathing and the sound of birds singing outside the window.
– Mrs. Lee... – whispered the woman, gazing down at her body with a strange kind of excitement, her eyes fixated on her breasts, wrapped tightly in a white bra, already half visible beneath the unbuttoned yellow blouse.
She gently ran her fingers across the soft fabric, as if afraid to disturb the magic. Her new tits responded with a slight shiver. A ticklish warmth spread across her skin. She closed her eyes and giggled softly.
– Never thought this would actually work – she murmured—or rather, he murmured. Jeremy McNeil, now hiding inside the body of the slim Asian woman who just moments ago was handing him towels and swinging a mop bucket around. Soul transference—or whatever that weird spell was called—had definitely worked, even though it sounded like total crap. And here he was, in her body. After the panic and urge to run, he found himself standing there, still half-believing it wasn’t real.
But it was all too real—her long hair softly brushed against him, the fabric of the skirt draped over her legs, and those tits? He could feel them like nothing else. Completely new sensations Jeremy had never experienced in his life—and never even imagined he could. He figured he should go back to his room and undo everything, but some strange, twisted curiosity was growing stronger and stronger ever since he accidentally touched his new boobs—and his whole body reacted to it.
– Just gonna check… that’s all… – came Mrs. Lee’s voice, as her hand reached between her legs, where, as if following her brain’s command and in full anticipation, everything had already flooded with warmth. Jeremy’s fingers—now thin and delicate—slid across the fabric of the skirt, carefully lifting it. He froze for a moment, feeling the heat growing, his heart pounding faster. Mrs. Lee—whose body he’d taken—clearly hadn’t had this in a long time, making the craving even more intense. Jeremy slowly ran his fingers along the inside of her thigh, feeling her skin respond to the gentle touch. He parted his lips, letting out a soft moan, and reached for the edge of her panties, pulling them aside.
– Oh, Mrs. Lee, what the hell are you doing to me… – he murmured in her soft Asian accent, his voice trembling from the mix of surprise and pleasure. His fingers slipped deeper, and he arched his back instinctively, pressing against the cool windowsill. The yellow ruffled blouse had already slipped halfway off her shoulders, revealing one boob still half-covered by the white bra. Unable to resist, Jeremy tugged the fabric down, freeing the breast, and slid his other hand across it, feeling the nipple harden at his touch.
– This… this feels fucking amazing – he whispered, closing his eyes and letting the sensations wash over him. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers—still wet from the first exploration—and began to suck on them, savoring the strange but thrilling mix of tastes. His thoughts spun: ‘I’m Jeremy, I’m a guy, I shouldn’t be doing this, I… oh god, this is too much!’
The bathroom door suddenly creaked, and a figure appeared in the doorway—Mrs. Chen, the head of the cleaning staff, with a...Full story (12 700 characters - 3 parts and add. images) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon