An empty space

Mark's POV

Mark opened his eyes to a vast empty space. He briefly scanned his surroundings, seeing nothing in his field of vision but white emptiness in front of him. But on a closer glance, he could spot some murky gray plastered messily on his surroundings. It was as if the gray and white were fighting over who were the rightful color of this space, though it seemed like the white was more dominant.

Mark looked down only to see the same empty space. There was nothing separating him from whatever white void was under him, yet it felt like his feet was touching solid ground. He could see a reflection under him, his own own face filled with confusion reflected on the transparent ground. His own body was naked yet he strangely felt no sense of shame in it.

Mark then started wandering around the empty space. His legs moved yet he didn't feel like he needed to exert any ****. It felt like he was floating around in the empty space, yet he kept up the motion of walking. As he walk-floated around, he could feel his surroundings change. The white color that used to be dominant was now faltering under the gray's influence.

Eventually, he spotted a lone figure in the distance clad in the brightest white he had ever seen. At the same time, the figure was surrounded by the darkest of grays relentlessly assaulting it. Yet every time the gray tried to make a move, the white was ready to banish it away.

The two colors continued their back and forth as Mark approached curiously. He could now see the figure more clearly, recognizing them as the one whose body he was possessing just earlier, Lisa. Her body was fully naked just like his own, though her eyes were shut close. It looked as if she was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the battle surrounding her.

Mark was now standing face-to-face with Lisa, his eyes observing her sexy figure with lustful hunger. His gaze wandered around, trailing her every curves. He could never truly get enough of it even after taking control over her body and playing with it. His hands were itching to grab a handful of her ample breasts, his mouth watering over the thought of sucking on the perky nipples. His dick hardened under his desire to claim her body for himself.

Ignoring the colors duking it out around him and Lisa, Mark threw his whole body forward to claim his prize. However, as he was about to make contact with Lisa's body, her eyes suddenly fluttered open. In an instant, Mark was blown away by a strong ****. He could see a pure white light seeping out of Lisa's body, pushing away Mark alongside the dark gray color invading the space.

Mark felt himself pressed against an invisible wall by the blinding light. He gritted his teeth as he sensed the wall cracking under the pressure. At this rate, he was going to be blown away completely, unable to do anything. With another push from the light, the walls behind him crumbled as he felt himself thrown out into a void. Mark could feel the light cutting some sort of thread between him and the space as his consciousness faded away.

Mark's body shuddered with a gasp as his eyes jolted wide open. His vision felt blurry as his mind struggled to form a coherent thought. He took a couple of breaths to calm himself down and gathered his thoughts. The last thing he recalled was touching Tessa all over before losing consciousness in Lisa's body. After that, he felt like he was dreaming, though he couldn't recall at all what the dream was about.

Mark blinked his eyes a couple of times as his vision slowly regained its clarity. He was fully expecting to see either Tessa's face or the view of his own room. Strangely, what he saw instead was Lisa lying in front of him on the bed.

"Huh..?", Mark muttered to himself in confusion. What came out of his mouth was a hoarse, yet feminine voice, though it was distinct from Lisa's.

Mark pushed himself up from the bed with a warm fuzzy feeling in his head. He felt a tight feeling on his chest. It felt like a heavy **** was weighing him down, heavier than when he was in Lisa's body. His trembling hands struggled to support him as he sat up on the bed. He could feel a damp sensation in his crotch as his legs shifted around to better support his body.

Mark then looked around and recognized that he was still inside Lisa's room, though he couldn't really make out the details as his vision was blurred. Feeling a dry sensation in his eyes, Mark rubbed them a bit roughly to clear them up. It didn't really help much as his vision still ended up blurry.

Then, Mark spotted a tall object standing within his blurry vision. He squinted his eyes and could finally make out the full body mirror placed a bit of a distance in front of him. He could see a feminine figure sitting on the bed reflected on the mirror, but again, he couldn't make out the details.

Curious, Mark stood up from the bed shakily. He moved his weak legs and approached the mirror slowly, the damp sensation on his crotch becoming more apparent as he did so.

The closer Mark got to the mirror, the more his eyes could make out the face reflected on its surface. When he finally got a clear view on the face reflected on the mirror, his eyes went wide open with a gasp.

"Holy cow! I'm in fucking Tessa!", he blurted out loud. The voice that came out was unmistakably Tessa's, though it was more rough due to Mark's tone. It was also slightly raspy due to fact that she was just crying earlier.

Realizing how loud he was being, Mark quickly covered his mouth and held his breath before looking back at Lisa. She seemed to still be sleeping peacefully, though he couldn't really tell due to Tessa's myopia. After waiting for some moment, Mark concluded that Lisa probably wouldn't be waking up any time soon.

Turning back to the mirror with a gleeful smile, Mark couldn't help but let out a stifled giggle from his excitement.

The face that was staring back at him in the mirror was a contradictory mess. Her eyes were slightly red and puffy from crying, evidence of the tears still staining her cheeks. Yet the gaze behind it showed a burning desire and passion to defile her own body. Her tongue licked her lips which formed a suggestive smirk, a far cry from Tessa's timid persona.

"Darling, look at you. It's such a waste for you to date a loser like John...", he whispered mockingly to the mirror before lowering his tone. "Let me show you how to have some fun~".

Mark's eyes quickly focused on Tessa's most prominent assets. He put both of his hands to his chest and started gently feeling up her bust through the shirt she was wearing.

"Hm... This might actually be bigger than Lisa's...", he mumbled to himself before adding with a grin, "But you can't really judge a breast by its covers, can you?"

Mark arched his back and moved his hands behind it, sneaking them under Tessa's shirt before making their way up. His hands reached the hook of the bra and started fiddling with it.

"Urghh... C'mon... Why is this thing so hard to take off...", he groaned quietly as his hands struggled to unhook the bra.

With a click, his hands finally managed to unhook the bra. He let go of the bra, letting it fall freely to the floor through the gaps between Tessa's shirt and her body.

Immediately, the tight sensation on Mark's chest went away, only to be replaced with the feeling of Tessa's bare breasts pressing against the shirt. His chest pressed up against the shirt, threatening to break free. The nipples perked up teasingly, creating two small dots on the shirt which fascinated Mark.

"Oh baby, these things are huge! I bet you've never showed them to John before!", Mark exclaimed in a hushed tone, barely keeping his voice down. "Too bad I'm the one you'll be showing them to, though.", he snickered.

His hands gripped the hem of the shirt and slowly pulled it up, exposing Tessa's creamy skin inch by inch like a child unwrapping their christmas gift. His mouth turned into a silent O shape when he reached just below the chest area, letting his hands linger there for a moment to build up anticipation. Slowly but surely, Mark pulled the shirt up to uncover more of Tessa's chest, showing him the faint trail of blue veins running under her delicate breasts. His hands reached higher, exposing the pink shaded areola and nipples for Mark to admire.

Mark couldn't help but hold his breath at the way Tessa's breasts jiggled freely as he pulled the shirt above his chest. He turned his torso left and right, the reflection mirroring his movements. The mound of flesh swayed and bounced hypnotically, inviting him to play with them. He gently ran his hands down over the curves before cupping it with his hands. He could feel the soft flesh overflowing through Tessa's tender hands as he kneaded and squeezed her breasts.

"Hm~", Tessa's voice moaned out from his mouth. "I gotta admit, even Lisa can't beat this... Mmm~", he hummed satisfiedly.

The sight on the mirror was the last thing one would expect to see from someone like Tessa. Despite the modest clothing covering her from head to toe, she was flashing her breasts like a reserved girl showing her naughty side. Her hands were playing with her chest roughly, massaging and rubbing them together like some sort of a toy as her soft moans echoed throughout the room. She pulled her breasts up and smelled it with her nose, inhaling the scent of her perfume mixed with sweat from the summer heat with a lewd grin. Her fingers started pinching her nipples and rolling it between them so skillfully, causing her to leak out erotic moans in a vulgar expression. She didn't even seem to care anymore about the other girl still **** on the bed.

Of course, the one currently in control of that body wasn't Tessa herself, but rather Mark. The arousal he had been building up inside of her body was now roaring to explode. He could feel a burning sensation in his stomach, the damp sensation in his crotch becoming more apparent.

Mark moved one of his hands down towards his waist, the other one still teasing Tessa's nipples. He slipped his hand through Tessa's skirt and kept going, his breathing growing heavier until he finally reached her panties. With one touch, he could tell that it was already drenched by the liquid gushing out of Tessa's pussy.

"Man, who could've known that John was hiding such a slut of a girlfriend.", Mark chuckled to himself.

As his hand brushed against her genital gently through the thin layer of fabric, an electric jolt instantly ran up Mark's spine, causing him to gasp. "A-Ah... Oh...", Tessa's voice rang out.

His hand then slipped under the panties and started rubbing the pussy directly, dancing over the folds teasingly. "Fuuuckk... This feels so fucking good...", Mark groaned in pleasure, making Tessa's mouth spit out words she would've never used.

Mark's hand gently circled around the clit, rubbing it slowly before quickening its pace. His heart was beating louder, the stimulation forcing his breath to come out in ragged pants. His breath fogged up the mirror in front of him, distorting the reflection of Tessa's face.

"Nggh...", he bit down on his lips as his mouth started drooling. His legs started trembling from the pleasure, making him stumble forward and pressing Tessa's ample bosoms tightly against the mirror. The hand that was playing with the chest was now supporting Mark against the mirror as his other hand continued rubbing the pussy.

"Hm... Mmmh~", Mark quickened his pace even further, sending even more jolts of electric thrill to his brain.

Sensing his release nearing, Mark kept speeding up as his legs started kneeling down, dragging Tessa's nipples against the mirror.

At that moment, Mark's eyes catched a glimpse of the reflection on the mirror. For a second, everything seemed so clear. What was reflected there was not the meek girl he had met earlier. Her beautiful face had been twisted and contorted into a mockery of herself. John's girlfriend had just been reduced to a pathetic state like a bitch in heat. All that was because of Mark himself, giving him a sense of triumph and high that amplified the pleasure coursing through his body. Instantly, the amplified stimulation all came rushing through his brain, overwhelming him.

"Ah... Ah... A-ah... Nggh... Gaaaah~", with a guttural cry, Mark finally reached his peak and climaxed. His hips bucked uncontrollably as the pleasure flooded through his mind.

This time around, the flood of pleasure was also accompanied by a rush of memories.

Gosh, what should I wear tomorrow... Would his sister think I'm boring if I wear this?

If I wear this... He might think that I'm some slut...

Gosh... What do I do... What do I do...

Mom shouldn't notice... right?

This time, though, Mark noticed it.

"W-What was that all about...? Clothes...? Sister...? Mom...?", he mumbled to himself as he tried to calm his ragged breathing.

Before Mark could try to make sense of the information that just rushed to his brain, he was interrupted by a vibration coming from the pocket of Tessa's skirt. Rummaging through her pockets, Mark found a phone, most likely Tessa's, ringing from a call. When he saw the name of the caller, his brain immediately came up with an idea...