Occupied

The stale, recycled air of the airplane cabin usually made Kenji antsy, but today, a mischievous hum vibrated through his bones, a low thrum of anticipation. He was on a red-eye to LA, the kind of flight where most folks were already half-dead with sleep, and that was just how Kenji, a man of simple, yet utterly depraved, pleasures, liked it. At thirty-five, with a soft, round belly that spilled over his seatbelt and a perpetually tired look in his eyes, Kenji wasn't exactly a looker. But he had a secret weapon, a little trick that made him the ultimate, invisible predator in his own twisted game. He could swap bodies, just like that. Poof, and he'd be in someone else's skin from the neck down, while they were stuck with his chubby, unimpressive frame. And the best part? Nobody knew. Unless he wanted them to know, which was almost never.

His gaze drifted, as it always did, to the woman across the aisle. She was asleep, head lolling against the headrest, a large, shapeless brown jacket draped over her, concealing God knows what. Such a waste, Kenji thought, a familiar itch starting between his thighs. He loved a mystery, especially when that mystery promised a juicy reveal. He took a sip of his lukewarm soda, the fizz doing little to quench the rising thirst in his throat.

With a subtle twitch of his fingers, a silent command to the power that hummed within him, Kenji activated his gift. A prickle, like a thousand tiny needles, danced across his skin, starting from his neck and flowing down, down, down. It was a sensation he knew intimately, a familiar, fleeting discomfort that quickly morphed into something else entirely. He felt a profound lightness, a sudden elasticity in his limbs, a subtle shift in weight that made him almost gasp. 

Gone was the sight of his own doughy belly, the worn black t-shirt he'd thrown on that morning. In their place, a taut, flat stomach, pale and smooth, was barely covered by a sliver of yellow fabric. It was a crop top, no, a bra, really, just barely clinging to a pair of firm, medium-sized breasts. His new nipples, soft and unsuspecting, pressing subtly against the thin material. A faint, sweet scent, like summer sweat and something vaguely floral, rose from his new chest. Below, two slender legs, covered in baby blue short shorts that rode high on the inner thighs, stretched out, the fabric bunched just enough to hint at the plushness of her pussy beneath. Fuck.

Across the aisle, the woman remained oblivious, her head still resting peacefully. But now, beneath her neck, where her lush, feminine curves should have been, was Kenji's own familiar, unremarkable torso, clad in his generic black t-shirt and loose jeans. His heart hammered in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against the soft, unfamiliar flesh of his new ribcage. He reached down, his new fingers, long and slender, tracing the curve of her, his, breast. The flesh was soft, yielding, yet firm, with a slight bounce to it. He kneaded it gently, a shiver running through him as the nipple, small and delicate, hardened under his touch. A low groan, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips, a sound that was now strangely high-pitched and feminine. God, this was good.

He gave the other breast a more confident squeeze, relishing the sensation, the unexpected weight and fullness. It was like holding two perfect, ripe fruits, and he couldn't resist. His thumb rubbed over the tight peak of her nipple, and a jolt, sharp and electric, shot straight through his new body, making his breath catch in his throat. A deep, wet heat was already pooling between his new legs, a slickness he wasn't used to, a strange, delightful alien sensation. Oh, this was going to be fun. He needed more. He needed privacy. He glanced down the aisle, the "occupied" light on the lavatory still glowing red. Come on, come on, you sleepy fuckers, he thought, his new clit already throbbing with impatient hunger. He imagined slipping into that tiny bathroom, stripping off these flimsy clothes, and really getting acquainted with every inch of this stolen wonderland. The possibilities were endless, and his new body, already responding with a delicious urgency, was more than ready to explore every single one.