Djamila

"Phew... that's another paragraph down." Djamila sighed as she dropped her pencil. The Arabic girl was at the top of her class, widely known for her excellent academic performance. However, only a few people recognized her for her body; a fact that Djamila was more than happy to accept. Her otherwise average figure was burdened with two massive breasts that drew unwanted male attention. She was most definitely planning to wait until marriage to engage in any sexual acts, and any boy who was merely attracted to her body would never be a good suitor. Today, Djamila was wearing a turtleneck, jeans, and a plain brown hijab. As much as she hated form-fitting clothing, it was hard to find a top that cooperated, as her rack seemed to strain against the article of clothing.

"We're really cranking this project out!" Mahreen chirped, giving Djamila a playful nudge. Mahreen was a close friend to Djamila from an early age, but Djamila secretly envied her friend's more discreet body. Although Mahreen stood even shorter than her friend, with a cute and petite frame. She too opted for a hijab, but wore more conventional clothing as well.

"We only have to work so far because Nick's not here today." Djamila said, glancing at the table's empty chair. The three students agreed to work on their in-class group project today, but they were unexpectedly short a member. "History isn't even that boring of a class. I can imagine him skipping for, like, calc or something..."

"Hey, does Kelly seem more... ditzy than usual today?" Mahreen motioned across the room to another table. Kelly Haute, a girl most boys drooled over, seemed to be entertaining herself while her two groupmates were busy... by sticking her fingers in and out of her cleavage. Her pretty face had a stupid grin plastered over it as she proceeded to jiggle her large breasts that were resting in her tank top.

"Who cares what that bimbo does?" Djamila brushed her off and began writing again.

"I dunno, she's just acting weird..." Mahreen said, as Kelly continued groping herself. She kept staring, but suddenly Kelly made eye contact with her and noticed. Kelly brushed her long brunette hair behind her, squeezed her impressive rack together... and fell limp, slamming her head on the table. The loud thud caught everyone's attention, and Djamila jolted from the noise.

"What the heck?!" she exclaimed, as the teacher and several other students rushed over to Kelly. "Mahreen, did you see-" Djamila was shocked to see that Mahreen was quietly convulsing in place with her eyes rolled back. Djamila was too stunned to speak, but after a few seconds Mahreen stopped spasming, much to her relief.

"Ah, sorry about that, Djamila." Mahreen smiled and cracked her neck. "Crazy how that slut just passed out right? Although if I had those titties, I'd be feeling myself up too!" She laughed and began to grope her perky breasts.

"What's gotten into you?!" Djamila whispered angrily, looking around to make sure nobody was watching.

"Oh come on, man!" Mahreen rolled her eyes, and moved one hand down to stroke between her legs. "All you'd need to do is ditch that headdress and parade those tits around and you'd be the hottest girl around!"

"I- I don't understand..." Djamila stammered, in disbelief of her friend's behavior. The rest of the period went rather uneventfully, aside from some weird groans and sexual comments from Mahreen. As the bell rang, Djamila quickly stood up and rushed out of the room to her next class, eager to leave her maniacal friend behind. As she rounded the corner into a secluded hallway for a breather, she heard a voice calling behind her.

"Hey, sorry about earlier." Mahreen approached her, and her hijab was gone for some reason.

"What's gotten into you?" Djamila asked, to which Mahreen gave the same grin that was on Kelly's face earlier.

"Someone fun!" Mahreen giggled, before rushing Djamila and putting a wet hand on her face as frenched her unwilling friend. After getting over the shock, Djamila made to push her friend away, but she was stunned by something coming out of Mahreen's mouth and into hers. She was unable to act as she felt something indescribable flow into her. Mahreen then fell limp to the ground with a thud not unlike Kelly's earlier, and Djamila's knees buckled as she started to lose control of her body.

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"...Sorry I'm late for the project, Mila." You spoke using Djamila's pretty voice as you looked down at her prone friend. "Spending all of last night in Kelly's body was a lot of fun, but I'm super excited to move up the cup-size totem pole!" You hefted her breasts, gleefully surprised at the weight and feel. The excitement was nearly too much, as you felt Djamila's panties moisten in no time. "Mmmm, she's so hot..." You drooled, pulling the collar of her turtleneck to look at the gargantuan rack seemingly ready to burst its bra.

With Djamila's body under your control, there were a few interesting avenues to take. Not only was your new host quite a looker, but you knew she attends the Arab-American club after school, which could be a gateway to more promising hotties.

"Or I can just ditch." You finished thinking aloud. Sliding a hand down to milk some pleasure out of Djamila's pussy, you came to a decision...