Agents of SHIELD Body Swap Chapter 4 (Unfinished)
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
The Hydra agent Greg has used his Inhuman power to switch bodies with SHIELD agent Bobbi Morse. Angered that she would infiltrate Hydra as a double agent, he takes his revenge out on her by enjoying her body under the touch of his own hands
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Greg wouldn't be a high-ranking Hydra official if he didn't know how to make himself blend in, but Bobbi is a beautiful woman, a confident person, indeed. He will ride her with her head held high, her walk powerful and determined. No one asks her any questions, despite her returning from a strange, and perhaps even an unsanctioned mission. Whatever Mockingbird was up to, she got herself in quite a pickle, and now, he gets to enjoy the spoils.
He walks through the halls of the base, his hand on her keycard, swiping through each door of the dormitories, until, finally, one of them clicks. He smirks and quietly pushes it open, stepping into the military-efficient bedroom. It's sparse-perfect for a super spy. But he has to wonder…
Opening drawer after drawer, he rummages through undergarments and dark-colored outfits. He pauses, though, at a bright pink shirt that reads “Ask me about my feminist agenda." He looks over his shoulder. There is a closet with shirts all hung up, so why this one?" He picks it up, and underneath, feels around the drawer. With a click, the secret opening gives way, and he pulls out the false bottom, to discover the treasure inside.
Snickering, Greg brings the long, chrome massager. Her fingers run down along the length of the thing as he bites his lips. He then hops up, making sure the door is locked before he looks over the phallic device once more. This would be so great, but… there must be something else. An idea sparks him, and he feels his hands over her pockets, pulling out her phone. A thumbprint scanner is all that keeps him out. How quaint. He presses it and unlocks the feature. Then, he walks over towards the vanity and sets the phone up, making sure the camera is pointed right towards the bed. “There… if my little fun is ruined, at least I'll have humiliated." He flicks his hair back and blows a kiss for the camera. “Who's the hottest doublecrossing super spy?" he says, making her voice deep and husky. He then finally rolls her denim jacket over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He taps the vibrator at her hip and smirks, moving her fingers up along her waist and hooking fingers under the hem of her top. With a flick of her thumb, the vibrator hums to life. Already, Bobbi's breath becomes tense as the build-up starts to make her feel warm all over. She slides her fingers up along the shirt, pulling it up, teasingly slow. She stops just underneath her bra, holding her shirt up with the one hand and running the vibrator over her well-toned abs. What matter of exercise regimen must she have to maintain this body? Well, Greg doesn't need to care, soon, this one will be thrown away, just like the others. A lifetime's work of improvement for this very moment.
She leans against the wall, her eyes getting half-lidded as she slides the vibrator up and down along her uncovered stomach. But she lets it slip lower and lower each time, soon having it buzz at the button of her pants and then even lower. “No…" she whispers, closing her eyes. “Later… I need to savor this…"
He never went this slowly in his own body. Whenever the urge hit, he rubbed one out and was done with it. Sexual frustration was something to get rid of, not something to toy with. But in this body, he can understand why some women would make a whole evening out of masturbation. The tingling anticipation all over her body is already something that makes his mind fuzzy. He read once that women can actually more easily induce orgasm in themselves by mental stimulus alone, and really, his imagination of this moment all the way here might have helped him get in the mood, but… “F… fuck that…" she whispers, lifting the top up over her head, tossing it aside. She walks up to the camera, unbuttoning her pants and letting them down a bit. She sways her hips, licking her lips, and shimmying the pants down her legs, stepping out one leg and then the other. She gets caught in her boots and falls over onto her butt on the bed. She laughs, sighing as she moves her hands down along her body. Dreamily, she traces along her bra, only to roll her hands back up to her shoulders, pinching the straps and lowering them down off of herself. She then tugs at the cups, and her breasts spring free. The cold air on those lovely lumps makes her giggle just a bit. Closing her eyes, she traces her fingers back down along her collar and then follows the curve of those tits. Biting her lip, she grips her breasts, letting her fingers roll over the lumps as she arches her back up. Her gasps become audible as those squishy bits mold under her touch, going around as she takes handfuls and plays around with them. Nipples perk up, rubbing up and down along her palms. After feeling them, he can't help but let go, letting the breasts jiggle back into place. His index finger and thumb pinch at each nipple, and Bobbi gasps, letting out a little moan to punctuate that.
He could sit here all day just playing with herself, and the wet warmth that forms between his legs reminds him that is a tantalizing option. But, how long does he actually have with this body? How long before they find out that crazy guy is actually the real Bobbi Morse and that the Hydra doctor is just a biker in the freakout of his life. Perhaps… perhaps there is a way to keep this charade up longer? She sighs and picks herself up, kicking off her boots and stepping out of her pants. She then grabs the phone, making a call. Playtime, once again, would have to wait.