Fair warning, this one might have some scenes of sexual nature.
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Be very careful with anything time-travel related. I got the chance to try out time projection technology, which allowed me to experience the life of someone in the past by possessing them. I wanted to know more about my father, who was on the older side, and I hadn’t seen him since I was very young, but I knew that he’d served in the military and spent some time in Japan. Since I was a weeb myself, I thought I would find out what his experience was like, and I wanted to see what that place was like all those years ago.
The whole thing was like a dream, I wasn’t even sure if it was real. I acted loosely, doing whatever came to mind. I used his good looks and my limited Japanese abilities to attract some suspicious, but very beautiful-looking women, going with them to a small bar somewhere. Since I was using someone else’s body, I thought there would be no consequences. Maybe I’m suppressing my memories, but I can recall basically nothing from that night.
***
The world coalesced around me. Once again, my brain was wiring itself to the feelings of a new body. I was returning. But something was off. My head pounded and I was short of breath. I looked down, and immediately all I could see was a pair of huge breasts sticking out in front of me, from my own chest. Long, flowing blonde hair came down, falling onto and past my chest.
The realization set in. I jumped back, hitting my head on something, bringing me to the floor. The huge weight of my breasts fell onto me. They sat on my chest, moving up and down as I breathed. I couldn’t see the rest of myself behind them. I brought my hands up in front of me, almost to my neck, where I could see them. They were clearly girl’s hands. My breasts already felt crammed under my shirt—I had to see them, to know if it was real, or at least to ease the discomfort. I tried to undo the buttons, but my chest prevented me from seeing or reaching them easily. I gave up and pulled the shirt up, forcing it over the hump, finally exposing them. Seeing the huge, round forms, my mind could deny the changes no longer. I exposed a nipple, and, squeezing it, felt a shudder course through my body. A yearning sensation arose from deep inside me, and that is when I noticed the difference in between my legs.
***
I had no choice but to eventually come to terms with the situation. History had been rewritten and I was now a half-Japanese girl, stuck in Japan, and since I had been born earlier I was still about 20 years in the past—there was no going back. Abandoned by my parents, I had been adopted by a nice Japanese couple. I had hit the genetic lottery, with a very cute body, beautiful long blonde hair, and an absolutely massive pair of breasts for my small stature. In the first few weeks I constantly explored and masturbated with this body, trying to deny my feelings for this new form, but I always ended up getting lost in myself and loving it. I thought, I hoped that I could get over it, and I wanted to hurry up and start making a life for myself beyond this. But the newness wasn’t wearing off, and I kept feeling the same as I did on that first day.
I tried to live a normal school life. I was worried that I couldn’t learn and adjust fast enough to get by, but everyone was more concerned with looking at my body instead of worrying about why I was acting weird and messing up. I felt like a sack of meat, always having to lug my massive chest everywhere, always the main thing people associated with me. Besides that, blending in wasn’t too hard. Apparently “my” personality was always like this in this timeline as well.
But something else nagged at me. I don’t know if there’s something I’m missing, or if girls just are different, but I couldn’t sexually satisfy myself. Instead of being able to preserve my previous self-image, I was always getting distracted by my body. I only held out for a couple weeks before I gave in.
One afternoon, I fucked a guy behind the school. I desperately came on to him, pressing my chest up against his and trying to rip his shirt off. I had no idea what to do, so I went straight for what I wanted—what I needed. I quickly won him over and we went to the bushes. I finally got him to go on top of me, bushing my lengthy hair out of the way. I pulled up my shirt and bra and shoved my skirt and panties down to my ankles. I had to grab at his pants before he would start taking them off. I knew which part of my body was the best, which one I had to start out with. I grabbed his head and brought his face down between my breasts, with a little bit of milk coming out and lubricating the act. In that moment the only thing that I ever needed, the only thing that defined me, was my boobs. He brought his dick down between them, and after an all-too-short period of frantic rubbing and fucking, released his load on them.
As I tried to return to my senses, I felt the weight of my chest again, and I noticed I was hyperventilating. I forced myself to take deep breaths to calm down, and I saw them, rising and falling. I told the guy to leave, saying that I was embarrassed and that I needed to be by myself. For the next few hours, I lay there, on the dirt, reliving it over and over in my head and thinking about what it all meant. The sun was completely set by the time I pulled my dirt-covered uniform back on.
After that, I kept doing it. I couldn’t resist. My school reputation became shameless. My libido was way too high, it had to be beyond what was normal—another unfortunate way I got “lucky” with this body. Resigning myself to my fate, I thought that I might as well enjoy it while I have it.
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