Steven thought fast, but the only thing he could come up with was to confront Mona. or... the man now inside her. How was that even possible? Steven asked himself, an intense frown on his face as he rushed through the aisles to try and head Mona off. He was able to do it, and he stepped in front of his Muslim co-worker just in time to see her squeeze her breasts again.
"Who are you? What the hell have you done with Mona??" Steven instantly threw a couple of questions at the man, whose face was plastered on Mona's young body. Now closer, Steven could see that the 'man' was in his mid to late forties, had considerable facial stubble and wasn't exactly 'handsome'. To Steven it was unfathomable how such a large man (at least 6' 4" and 240lbs) could fit inside Mona's lithe young form.
"Well, well, what the fuck do we have here?" The possessed Mona asked with a smirk on her now manly face. "You can see my face? I mean... real face?" she asked Steven, as she put her hands on her hips.
"Yes, asshole, now what have you done?" Steven growled.
"I'd suggest not pissing me off mate." Mona warned with a raised eyebrow, as she then reached up and scratched her stubbly chin. "Imagine what I could do to this little bitch if I wanted." Mona then chuckled, as her face returned to it's normal, pretty self. "And as to who I am, the name's Frank, and I'm a bodyhopper." Mona said.
"A what??" Steven frowned intently.
"I can take over other people's bodies. Though I prefer female mounts." Mona answered, looking down and running her hands over her body again. "And as you can see, I like my bitches young." she winked at Steven.
To Steven this was too much to take in. He was beyond shocked at what had happened, how one of his young co-workers had just had her body stolen by a man who was now strutting around the store like he owned it. To call him 'cocky' would be an understatement. "But... why? Steven asked, puzzled.
"You have to ask?" Mona rolled her eyes, giving a rub between her legs and moaning a little. "To have fun of course. You haven't experienced real fun until you've spent some time in a girl's skin mate." Mona smirked in an uncharacteristic manner.
Steven stepped back, eyeing Mona head to foot, shaking his head in disbelief.
Mona then raised an eyebrow again. "In any case, since you can see my face, that means you must have the ability to hop too. You've just never discovered it." she told Steven as she folded her arms.
"I'm a hopper?? I'm 36 years old, why haven't I found out?" Steven challenged "Frank's" claim.
"Some blokes don't discover their ability at all, terrible waste really. Others are just late bloomers, like yourself." Mona laughed again. "If you want I'd be more than willing to teach you everything you'll need to know. Us hoppers are more numerous than you know." Mona said, a hint of a cockney accent now present in her voice, indicating that "Frank" was a Londoner.
Steven was unsure how to respond to the offer...
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