FPF: Ripping Away

“Hey, dweeb! Get over here.”

Davis shot me a look of pure irritation, rolling his eyes. He tried to act like he was done with me, like he didn’t care, but I could tell I still got under his skin. We’d known each other forever, and now he thought he was some kind of big shot just because he’d switched out his old body for a new one. He strutted into school this year as Skylar, with that perfect blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a body that turned heads—way more attention than Davis had ever gotten as his former pudgy, awkward self. I’ll admit, even I’d been caught off guard.

“No, I’m not going out with you. For the hundredth time,” he snapped back.

I grinned, stepping closer, watching him stiffen. “Nah, Davis. This time, I’ve got something else in mind.” I paused, letting him see that I meant business. “We’re heading to your place. I wanna see how that new body of yours works.”

"I know your little secret." I said. "And if you don't, your parents are gonna find out they dropped a fat stack on a doll for their little liar son."

“If you don’t take me over there now, everyone’s getting a front-row seat to that little story,” I said, savoring the way he went silent, that flash of fear in his eyes. He muttered something under his breath, but I’d won. He started walking, leading me toward his house, his shoulders tense.

I followed, thinking back to when this all started. More and more trans people had been using these first-person dolls, new bodies they could load their minds into. It was an alternative to going through long surgeries and drawn-out treatments, and it made sense. You could wake up as someone totally different, someone who looked exactly the way you wanted to. But Davis? He went straight for the “Skylar” model—a real stunner. While most people kept things low-key, he’d jumped at the chance to stand out. The salesperson had apparently warned him he’d attract unwanted attention, but maybe he thought he was above it.

I asked him as we walked, "So, tell me, Davis, how did you convince your bleeding-heart parents to cough up the cash for this fancy new body?"

He mumbled something, avoiding eye contact. "I just told them I felt like a girl," he said, his voice barely audible.

"A girl, huh?" I smirked. "And here I thought you just wanted to feel up some tits."

He sighed, looking defeated. "They're so into that whole identity thing," he finally admitted. "They just want me to be happy, you know?"

"And you thought being a hot chick was the answer?" I teased.

Davis glared at me. "I just wanted a chance to maybe get some respect around here."

I stepped closer, invading his personal space. "I get that you're desperate, Davis. Desperate to be liked. Desperate to be wanted. And now, you've got all of this," I said, waving my hand up and down his body. "But you're still just a scared little boy in a pretty package."

Davis swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from mine to the phone I held in my other hand. What Davis didn't know is that I was recording everything, and now I had the power to ruin it for him. "Look," he began, his voice cracking, "it's not like I didn't try to be happy as myself, okay? But nobody ever saw me, nobody cared. And when I heard about these dolls...I thought maybe it was a fast track to being popular."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you finally admit it?" I said, pressing record on my phone where Davis couldn't see.

Davis took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing. "Ok. I admit it. I'm not trans, I just...wanted to see what it was like, to be someone else." He looked at me, his eyes pleading. "You can't tell anyone. Especially my parents. They'll ground me forever for lying. And do you know how much one of these things costs?"

We got to his house, and I nudged him through the door, smirking as I followed him up to his room. So this was it. Davis might think he’d reinvented himself, but I wasn’t going to let him forget that no matter how much he'd changed, I was still in charge.

I smirked, feeling the power surge through me. "Don't worry, Davis. I'm not going to tell anyone. Yet." I tapped my phone, the recording of our conversation playing back. His words, filled with desperation and vulnerability, echoed between us. "But now, you're going to do exactly what I say."

Davis's eyes widened, realizing he'd just dug his own grave. "What do you want?" he whispered, the fight draining from his voice.

“Show me how that new ride works. I wanna know how you control it.”

He sighed, looking defeated. “I… wear a helmet. It loads my mind into this body.”

I grinned wider, crossing my arms, taking in every ounce of discomfort on his face. “Cool. And where’s the helmet?”

Today wasn’t just about showing Davis who was boss. It was about making sure he’d never forget that, no matter what he looked like now, he was still under my thumb.

I walked upstairs. There, I saw Davis's disgusting body laying with some kind of tin can on its head. "So, that's where you keep your original meat suit," I said, eyeing the contraption with the same kind of curiosity.

"Don't touch that." Davis said as I walked up to his body, laying dormant with the helmet on. 

"This is what sends your mind into her, right?" I said, examining the helmet closely.

"Yes, it forwards my consciousness." Davis replied, a scowl on Skylar's face.

"Ok, so what happens if I do this?" I laughed, grabbing the helmet.

"No, don't! You could cause perman..." Davis in Skylar was cut off as I yanked the helmet forcibly off Davis's reclining body.

"...ent damage!" Davis's body finished. Skylar's body fell to the ground in a heap.

I couldn't resist the temptation. "Looks like you're out of luck," I said, holding the helmet over my head. "But hey, I've always wondered what it'd be like to be a hot girl."

Davis's eyes went wide with horror. "You can't!"

But it was too late. I slammed the helmet onto my head, feeling the cold metal press down, and the world around me started to blur. There was a moment of nauseating disorientation, like my mind was being yanked out of one body and thrown into another. When everything settled, I looked down and gasped, my voice a light and airy feminine sound. I saw Skylar's tits, bouncing inside her top. Yanking it up, her tits bobbed out. 

"Holy shit," I whispered, feeling my new body, grabbing and kneading the tits with my manicured, ring clad hands. The sensation was...strange. It was like I was in a dream, except everything was so real. The tight abs beneath me trailed down to wide hips. I sat up and looked at Davis's face—his old face, the one he'd abandoned—twitching and slack-jawed.

I took a deep breath and let out a laugh. "Wow, this is...amazing," I said, my voice high and sweet—Skylar's voice. I played with the sound of it, letting it roll off my tongue. "Hey, Davis, check it out." I squealed, the pitch sending a shiver down my spine. I slipped the sweatpants he'd been wearing in skylar off, leaving her only in the black knee length yoga pants that were beneath.

"Why would I do that?" I said, my voice now a mocking imitation of Skylar's. "This is too much fun. I've got a body that every guy in school wants, and now I get to play with it." I turned to the mirror and took a good look, admiring the way my new breasts filled out the shirt, then lifting it to enjoy them hanging free. "You know what?, I'll be keeping this for myself."

"Carry my body downstairs." I order Davis.

He glares at me, his former body's weakness evident as he struggles to stand up. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he spits.

"What does it look like?" I smirk, gesturing to my new body. "I'm taking Skylar for a spin. And you're going to help me."

With a grumble, Davis grabs my arms and drags limp body and downstairs. I can't help but chuckle at his pathetic attempts to resist, his weak arms shaking under my weight. We reach the living room, and I watch with amusement. "Put it in the passenger seat of your mustang, or else I'll tell everyone you're a fraud." I say, stroking my new curves.

Davis's eyes flare with rage, but he does as told, grunting as he maneuvers my lifeless form into his cherished car. The door slams shut, and I can't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as I sit in the driver's seat. The leather feels cool against my new, smooth skin, and I run my hands over the dashboard, feeling the power at my fingertips. I yank up my new top and snap a selfie, loving my new body, lusting after it.

I cruise back to my place, enjoying the new car and body, drawing looks from tons of passerby. Once home, I head straight to the bathroom, eager to explore what this new form can do. I lock the door, eager to be alone with my thoughts, my eyes scanning the space. This body, curvy and toned with muscle, is all mine. The same one I'd lusted after so long was under my complete and total control. This was my chance to get everything I'd wanted.

I lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of the comforter against my skin. This body stretched out below me was magnificent.

Davis had been parading this body around the school for the last month or two, enjoying the attention it brought and leveraging its overflowing sex appeal to get the popularity he'd so desired. Even then, he was nothing but a little dork on the inside. He couldn't get away with something like this. I had to put him in his place. And now, I've taken what he'd been holding over everyone's head and had it sprawled out below me. Time for some fun.

I slid a hand down my stomach, the sensation of touch so new and exhilarating. I let my hands play over the soft span of my crotch, the soft, moist lips parting as I teased the sensitive folds beneath. I shuddered as the new pussy between my legs grew wet. I wondered how many times Davis had done this at home, teasing this body until it thrummed with tension.

I spread my legs and tentatively touched my fingertips to my clit, feeling it swell under the gentle pressure. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, a sensation that sent electric currents through my body. I circled it slowly, feeling the heat build up, my breath quickening. As I grew bolder, I slid one finger inside, feeling the slickness, the tightness. It was like my own personal playground, and I was eager to explore every inch. I pushed in deeper, feeling the walls contract around my digit, and a moan slipped out of my lips. It was a sound I'd heard from countless girls before, but now it was me making it, and it was intoxicating.

I decided to try something devious. I stood up, still nude, breasts bouncing beneath me. I got down to Davis's car, where I'd left my body. I saw it there, lifeless with the steel helmet coming down and covering my eyes. Not knowing how to exit this form another way, I grabbed the helmet and yanked up. Immediately, I felt static. A thunderclap of a headache rushed through my head, my consciousness ripping away from this body. Then, quiet. I was back in my own form. I saw Skylar's body fall backwards, helmet in its slender hands, skull clapping against the concrete. Wasn't a real body anyway, nor was it mine. Who cared.

I carried the doll upstairs. Laying it on the bed, I saw the stunning face, the bouncing breasts and wide hips I'd been sporting since stealing them from Davis. The same ones he'd been showing off every day in school in low cut tops. I came behind it, reached out, grabbing them, kneading them in my male hands. Even though this was some kind of "doll" it felt exactly like real flesh. I tugged at the nipples, smashed them together, turned all my dreams into a reality. 

Now, my male body was horny as ever. I crawled below Skylar's body, examining the wonderful pussy that had sent shocks through me just a few minutes ago. I rubbed it up and down, slightly disappointed that the delightful sensations weren't being sent to my male brain. From this perspective, I had a direct view. I could see the pinkness of the flesh, the glisten of juices that had leaked out, smell the sweet musk that filled the air. It was a tempting sight, one that made my cock throb.

I leaned in, rubbing up and down on the folds of her pussy. Licking my fingers, the taste was sweet and faintly salty. The doll's body jolted, and I knew I had to keep going. I worked my fingers, curling them to press up against her walls, flicking her clit with my thumb. It began to ooze fluids, and the smell became more intoxicating as Skylar's body responded to my touch. I knew the body's hormones were raging, which gave me an even better idea.

I paused for a moment, then whispered into the doll's ear, "You want it, don't you?" I took it as a yes. With a smirk, I grabbed the helmet and placed it back on my head, feeling the cold metal again, and the world shifted back to Skylar's body. The sensations flooded back in an instant—holy shit, I was horny. I reached down and touched my pussy, feeling the wetness, feeling myself. The power was incredible. I slid my hand back up my body, grabbing my tits, feeling the weight of them in my palms, feeling the nipples harden inside my grip.

I continued to work my breasts with one hand, rolling and tugging at my nipples. My other hand slunk down to my pussy. The instant I touched my clit, my eyes rolled back and my hips bucked as I involuntarily gasped with pleasure. The sensations grew stronger, my body responding to my touch like it had been waiting for this moment all along. The tension grew, a coil tightening in my belly, and I knew what was coming. It had been a while since I'd had a chance to indulge in something like this, and I was eager to see what this new body could do. I pumped my finger faster, the pleasure rising, and as I pinched my nipples harder, I felt it crest. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, crashing through every part of Skylar's body, leaving me panting and trembling. The feeling was so intense, so different from what I was used to, that it took my breath away.

"Oh, Davis," I murmured, feeling the aftershocks ripple through me. "This body is going to be so much fun." I whispered, smiling to myself. The idea of taking something so precious from him was exhilarating, and I reveled in the power it gave me.

Curiosity piqued, I decided to push the boundaries. I'd heard that girl's bodies could do some crazy things—like have more than one orgasm. It was time to test that theory. I slid my fingers down again, tracing the wetness that had gathered. My body warmed, not like my male form which was spent after one. No, I was like a furnace that had just been stoked. I rubbed my clit in a firm circle, the feeling growing stronger and more intense yet again.

The first orgasm had been like a spark, but this...this was going to be a full-blown wildfire. My hips bucked against my hand, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The pleasure was all-consuming, like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could feel the tension coil tighter and tighter, my body begging for release. And when it came, it was like lightning had struck me—a second orgasm that had me crying out, arching off the bed. The room spun around me as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, leaving me trembling and weak.

As the aftershocks of the second orgasm subsided, I lay there, panting, feeling the sticky wetness between my legs. My hand was still cupped around my pussy, my fingers playing lazily with my swollen clit. The feeling was unreal, like I was in some kind of erotic dream. But it was all too real. This pussy, these tits, this body... was all mine.

My female body was a mess of hair, tits and steaminess. But, my male body still needed to finish. Chuckling to myself, I flipped onto my chest, spreading my legs open and arching my back. I faced my body and yanked the helmet off.

The pain and static came back once again, but they quickly vanished and were replaced by pure lust. Skylar's body was laying in front of me, ass up.

I stood there for a second, admiring the perfect roundness of her butt, the way her cheeks separated to reveal the tight, pink star of her asshole and the folds of her pussy below. The sight of it made my cock throb, and I knew I had to have it.

I took a step forward, the sound of my bare feet on the floor seemingly loud in the quiet room. Skylar's body looked so vulnerable, so inviting. My hand slid between her legs, my fingers finding her wet pussy. I slid a finger inside, feeling the tightness grip around it. The doll body jerked slightly, a ghost of a moan escaping her lips. I smirked.

I aligned my dick with her pussy, and after a beat, I thrust inside. It was slick and warm, and she was so tight. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt, like I was being swallowed whole. I couldn't hold back, pumping into her with all the aggression and frustration I'd been carrying. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure up my spine, making me grit my teeth.

Her body jolted with every thrust, her tits bouncing with each impact. It was a sight I never thought I'd see, and I couldn't help but feel like I'd won some kind of twisted jackpot. But as I fucked the doll, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was also fucking Davis. It was his body I was using, his secret I'd stolen. And that made it all the more thrilling.

The sensation grew stronger, my balls tightening with the promise of release. I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to me, slamming into her with a ferocity that was both surprising and exhilarating. Her body was mine to use, and I was going to enjoy every second of it. I could feel the heat building in my core, the pressure mounting until it was all I could think about.

I leaned down, my breath hot against the back of her neck. "You like that, don't you, Davis?" I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "You like being used like a cheap whore."

With a grunt, I emptied myself into the doll, feeling the warmth of my cum fill her up. I pulled out, panting, and watched as it began to seep out of her, staining the bed beneath. It was a moment of pure dominance, a visual representation of how completely I'd taken over.

But I wasn't done. I hadn't had nearly enough of this newfound power. With a grin, I grabbed the helmet again, feeling the thrill of the impending shift. The cold metal was like a promise of more pleasure, more control. I slammed it down onto my head, and the world went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in Skylar's body, but something was... different. The room was spinning, and my senses were on overload. I could feel the sticky mess between my legs, the aftermath of my own climax in this new form. It was weird, being in a body that had just been used like that. But it also made me feel... horny. This body had just been on the receiving end of some crazy sex.

My new pussy was throbbing, full of cum. My male body had gotten off, but this female body hadn't. I felt... incomplete. Like something was missing. So, I decided to take care of myself. I slid two fingers inside of me, feeling the thick warmth of my own load. It was weird, but also incredibly hot. I began to pump in and out, moaning, feeling my pussy pulse with each and every stroke.

I could feel the heat building again, my clit begging for attention. So, I reached down with my other hand and began to rub it in tight circles. The sensations were overwhelming, my body responding to my touch so easily. Masturbating as a chick was something else entirely. It was like I had a whole new set of nerve endings, each one eager to be explored.

My breath grew ragged as I worked my clit, feeling the waves of pleasure build once more. This time, I didn't hold back. I let myself go, my hips moving in time with the rhythm of my hand. The feeling grew stronger, my body tightening like a bowstring being drawn back. And when the release came, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My entire body tensed up, a scream tearing from my throat as I came for the third time. The orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

When I finally came down from the high, I lay there, panting, my heart racing. The room was spinning, my thoughts a blur. But one thing was clear: I'd never felt so alive. I'd never felt so powerful. I'd taken something that belonged to someone else—something so precious to them—and made it my own.

----------------------------------------the next day------------------------------------------------------

I woke up early, eager to face the world as Skylar. I drove to Davis's house, walking in. "Davis? Where were you honey?" His mom asked. 

"I was busy. Don't worry about it, slut." I laughed, walking upstairs.

"Don't use that language with me young man!" She yelled. I just laughed to myself, slamming the door of his bedroom closed. Davis was nowhere to be found.

I picked out the sluttiest outfit from Davis's closet—a skintight black top that barely covered my new tits and tight pants to show the contour of my new ass. My face already looked perfect with no makeup needed. One of the features of the doll, I thought to myself.

As I strutted into school in this slutty body, both guys and girls stared and gawked at me. I made sure to bounce my new tits with every step, their jaws dropping. I just laughed to myself. Maybe Davis was right. This body was a fast track to power, popularity and attention. At least I was upfront about why I wanted it.

Walking into the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, grinning at my reflection. The thought of using Skylar's body in such a way was thrilling, and I couldn't help but whip out my new tits, watching them bounce with a smirk. The sensation was bizarre, but I liked the power play. The cool air of the bathroom made my nipples tighten into little pebbles, and I couldn't resist giving them a quick tweak, enjoying the shiver that ran down my spine.

I plopped down in my seat in Mr. Reynolds Physics class. A class I'd initially shared with Davis, who, inexplicably, was nowhere to be found.

"Ahem, um, Davis, do you think that attire is school appropriate?" Mr. Reynolds asked.

I giggled, playing coyly. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I said in my new sultry voice, leaning forward so that my tits were practically spilling out of the top. "I forgot my school clothes at home."

Mr. Reynolds's gaze dropped to my chest, and I watched his eyes widen before he coughed and averted his gaze. "Well, please remember to dress appropriately next time, Miss... uh... Davis."

The rest of the class snickered, and I felt a thrill of power at the way my new body was affecting everyone around me. It was clear that I could use this to my advantage, and the idea of fucking a teacher to boost my grades had never been more appealing. After class, I made a point to saunter over to Mr. Reynolds's desk, my hips swaying in a way that was definitely not school-appropriate. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Reynolds," I purred, leaning over so that my breasts threatened to spill out of my top. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

He looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and disbelief. I could see the internal battle playing out on his face as he tried to maintain his professionalism. "Miss...uh, Davis, I think you'd better just focus on your studies. Your grade isn't one of the best in the class."

I leaned closer, my breasts pressing against the edge of his desk. "But Mr. Reynolds, I'm really worried about my grade. Is there... something extra I can do?"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Well, if you're truly committed to improving, perhaps some... after-school tutoring could help."

"Tutoring?" I repeated, a knowing smile playing on my lips. "I'd be happy to stay after, Mr. Reynolds. Anything for a better grade."

The bell rang, and the room cleared out, leaving us alone. Mr. Reynolds shifted in his chair, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events. I sauntered closer, my heart racing with excitement. I grabbed him by his necktie, pulling him into the closet.

"What are you doing?" He gasped, his eyes wide with shock. But his protests were feeble, and his body language betrayed his excitement. I lifted my top, his eyes going wide. I could see any fight he had in his body vanish in that moment, his willpower shattering under the pressure this body exuded.

With a grin, I pushed him against the wall, my new body pressing against his. I could feel his erection growing as I ground against him. "I'm giving you a chance to see what you've been missing out on," I whispered, my breath hot in his ear. I slid my hand down to his crotch and gave his cock a firm squeeze.

He groaned, his hands reaching up to grip my hips as I hopped onto the desk, spreading my legs. I grabbed his belt, pulling it open, his eyes glazed over with desire as I pulled down his pants, his cock springing free. It was a decent size, and I licked my lips in anticipation. "Let's see if you can handle this," I said, sliding down onto him, feeling his cock fill me up.

He stumbled back into the chair, a gasp escaping his lips as I began to ride him. The friction was intense, my pussy tightening around him as I moved my hips. His hands found their way to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as I moaned and ground down harder. It was a strange feeling, being fucked by a man in a doll's body, but the power I had over him was intoxicating.

I leaned back, arching my spine, watching his face contort with pleasure. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, and I knew he was close to cumming. "Fuck me, Mr. Reynolds," I moaned, bouncing harder. "Show me what you're made of."

With a final grunt, he came, his hot seed filling me up. I felt a twinge of satisfaction, knowing that I'd gotten what I wanted—his power, his submission. As he slumped back in the chair, panting, I slid off of him and pulled my top back down, smoothing my skirt. "Thank you, Mr. Reynolds," I said sweetly, batting my eyelashes. "I'm sure my grades will improve dramatically with your... personal attention. By the way, why don't you give Kevin Stewart's grades a bump too."

"Kevin? That bully? I thought you and all the other kids hated him?" He chortled.

"I've had a bit of a change of heart. Can't you tell I'm acting a bit different today?" I said, laughing, cleaning myself up, and heading back to my place.

I played with my tits on the whole car ride home. Just having them was lovely, even without the power I knew they held over men. I'd just gotten a small taste of that power and I was curious to see what I could get up to next.

Heading back into my place, I walked upstairs. "I wonder how the old meatbag is doing." Referring to my old body. But when I walked into the room, I was shocked at what I saw.

Davis!

He was fiddling with the helmet with some type of screwdriver,

"Get away from my fucking body!" I roared, storming into the room.

Davis's eyes snapped up, seeing me. "You like that body so much? Well, here's a little gift from me to you." He reached down, grabbing the helmet that was on my body, that was allowing my consciousness to pilot this avatar slut's body.

With a heave, he yanked it off. I felt the headache return, and I prepared to snap back to my own body. But an instant later, the headache had gone away. And I was still in Skylar.

Panic set in. "What did you do?" I screamed.

I stared at him, horror etched on my face. "What did you do?" I choked out.

Davis leaned back, a smug grin spreading across his face. "I just made sure that the body you're so eager to use is yours for good. You can't go back now, buddy. You're Skylar. Hope you had some fun ruining that body. Now, you've got that body for good and can live with the consequences of your decisions."

I wasn't gonna stand for this. "I'm gonna kick your ass, Davis." I walked over to him, ready to throw him into a headlock. But he easily grabbed my arms and pushed them down.

"Not gonna work in that smaller bod." He said, his large, obese form much more imposing than my lean one.

Davis walked me downstairs, and pushed me out the front door. "Now have a nice life."

How Far the Rabbit Hole Goes

Same concept as this. And this.

"Dude, you're not gonna believe what happened," said Marcus, his voice excited and out of breath. He'd just burst through the door of my dorm and clearly had something he needed to get off his chest.

"What?" I responded, eyes glued to the TV.

Marcus's tone was so intense, it yanked my gaze away from the screen. "So, I was walking home from the library, right?" he began, his words tumbling out like he couldn't get them out fast enough. "And I saw Anna Collins."

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Only the hottest girl in Chi Omega and very likely this school!" Marcus responded. "Have you been living under a fucking rock!"

He showed me her picture. I hadn't seen her around, but I had to admit she was smoking hot. I definitely didn't get out as much as Marcus.

"Yeah dude. She was walking right next to me, and I decided to shoot my shot. I bumped into her, totally on purpose," Marcus said, a sly grin audible in his voice. "I started talking. But then, she yelled at me. In front of everyone! She called me a tiny dick loser who'd never get a girlfriend, let alone someone like her. She told me I couldn't be seen with her or I'd ruin her "modelling career". All her friends started laughing. It was awful."

"What the fuck, man? That's messed up," I said, mad that my shy friend was punished for trying his luck. "She seems like a bitch."

Marcus's voice grew serious. "But then, this weird homeless guy walked up to me. I guess he saw the whole thing and kinda felt bad for me. He handed me this old key and told me to use it wisely. I had no idea what he was on about until I got home."

Intrigued, I arched an eyebrow. "What did you find?"

"There's a trapdoor in my basement," Marcus said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've lived here for years and never knew it was there. It's like it just appeared. Anyway, the key was a perfect fit. It opened it up immediately. I'm not even sure why I thought to try that"

I felt a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What's down there?"

Marcus's excitement was palpable. "It's like nothing you've ever seen before. It's like... it's like a fucking portal to Anna's mind!"

"What? How the hell?" I asked, incredulous. Marcus had always been one to let his mind run wild with crazy ideas. A trapdoor to Anna's mind? That was the kind of shit that only happened in sci-fi movies and messed-up dreams.

"Okay, okay," I said, trying to process. "So, what happens when you go through this... portal?"

Marcus grinned. "It's fucking crazy. No, crazier than crazy. I was literally placed in Anna's body, behind her eyes. I saw what she saw, felt what she felt, heard what she heard. And after awhile, I realized I could influence her actions. I got more and more control, until I was totally her. Like, I could control her, completely.

"Holy shit, are you for real?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I need some proof man. This sounds amazing... too good to be true even."

Marcus didn't miss a beat. "Let me show you some pictures."

I watched as he texted me a few images. One was of Anna's bedroom, and another was a selfie in her bathroom mirror, her shirt pulled up, showing off her luscious curves and a smug expression that had to be Marcus' doing.

"Is... that you in there?" I asked, trying to put the pieces together in my head.

"You better believe it." Marcus said, grinning.

"What... else did you do inside her body?"

Marcus's tone grew sly. "Well, I had to test it out, right? So, I took a bunch of nude photos, played with her ass a bit, you know I've always been an ass man. It felt so real, dude. And then... I couldn't help myself, you know?"

"You jerked off in her body?" I couldn't keep the amazement out of my voice.

Marcus's chuckle grew into a full-on laugh. "Fuck yeah, I did. Although... it wasn't really jerking anything? But it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's like... it's like I've been playing a video game with shitty graphics my whole life, jerking off to porn, and suddenly got upgraded to VR with full sensory immersion. It's so... wet, you know? So warm and tight. And the sounds she makes, oh man, they're like nothing you've ever heard."

I couldn't believe it. This was insane. "Alright, let's go check this thing out." I said.

When I arrived, Marcus was waiting at the door, his eyes gleaming intensely. He led me down to the basement, and sure enough, there was the trapdoor, a small, unassuming hatch in the concrete floor that looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.

My heart thumped in my chest as I took the key. The metal felt cold and heavy in my hand, like it was whispering secrets. I inserted it into the lock, and with a click, the trapdoor swung open, revealing a staircase descending into darkness. The air grew thick with anticipation as we both stared at the void.

"You go first," Marcus urged, nudging me forward. 

I waded in, stepping one foot down, shocked to see my foot disappear as it crossed the threshold of the trapdoor. Taking another step, I moved deeper, descending a steep staircase until my body was waist deep.

"What happens when I cross all the way in?" I asked.

"You've gotta see for yourself!" Marcus exclaimed, his voice echoing in the small space. "Just keep going."

With a deep breath, I stepped through the opening. The cold metal of the key hit my palm as I released it, and the door slammed shut with a finality that made me jump. Suddenly, the darkness was absolute, the air thick and suffocating. I heard the muffled sound of Marcus' laughter from the other side.

And then, it happened. I felt myself falling, being pulled deeper into the void. I saw a speck of light down below me, getting larger as I continued to fall. The light was getting larger now, and I got closer, closer, before it engulfed me.

I was no longer in the musty basement. I was... somewhere else. I took in my surroundings. I was sitting criss-cross on a bed in a plush, pink-themed bedroom, the walls adorned with glamour shots of Anna and her sorority sisters. The room smelled faintly of vanilla and coconut, the scent of an expensive candle burning nearby. The bed was perfectly made, clothes neatly hung in closets, and there were glossy fashion magazines scattered on a pristine white desk.

There was a blonde girl laying on the bed. I recognized her as Cassie, one of Anna's friends. She was scrolling through her phone, not looking up. Cassie giggled, not looking up from her phone. "She was a total slut. I mean, Maisy was going up to all these different guys and grinding on them! That kind of behavior is INSANE at a delta chi mixer."

"Tell me about it girl." I felt my body say, outside my control. "I guess when you're an ugly little pig, you have to act like a whore to get guys' attention."

Cassie threw back her head and laughed and I felt my body do the same. I felt anger pool inside of me. She was making fun of this other girl, laughing about it, just like she'd disrespected Marcus earlier. She was pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. Well, she had someone else on the inside now.

"It's so typical of her kind, flaunting herself like that. I mean, she probably just stuffs herself full of..." I felt my spirit boiling with rage. "SHUT UP" I thought aloud.

"Hm..." Anna's body's lips slapped shut, cut off mid sentence, sound without words all it could muster.

I tried to stand. I felt my body lurch upward, chest first, the head slumping back and lagging behind. I felt hair fly everywhere as my uncoordinated movements lifted us upward. I was able to get a leg out, preventing my fall. 

"Anna, you ok girl?" I heard Cassie ask, picking her head up from her phone finally, staring, concerned. 

Thinking on my feet, I tried to say, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." But what came out was "I... go... bafroom..." sounding out of place in Anna's voice.

I stumbled into the bathroom, still unsteady on my legs. I stared in the mirror. Whoa. I... I was Anna!

I was shocked. That girl in the mirror... was me! And just as shocked as I was, her eyes open wide in disbelief. Turning my gaze downward, I felt fire light up inside me as I stared face first into a pair of scrumptious breasts. I bit my lip in disbelief... then smirked. 

This body was all mine.

I felt my body lighting up. I was horny as hell, and it was like my senses had been turned up to eleven. Every sensation was heightened, my skin feeling more sensitive than ever. My breasts felt like they were on fire, begging to be touched. I had never felt this way before, and the thrill of it was intoxicating.

I felt the connection to this body growing. Where before, it took all I had to move, I could now move this body nearly like it was my own. The more turned on I got, the more connected I felt to this body as the sensations guided me.

I took a deep breath and strutted out of the bathroom, trying to mimic Anna's confident stride. "Cassie, you gotta go," I said, my voice a perfect imitation of Anna's snooty tone. "I have some... personal things to take care of."

Cassie's eyes widened in surprise. "But we were just about to..."

"OUT," I said, cutting her off with a sharp gesture, using the power of Anna's body to assert myself. "Now," I added with a fake sweetness, "or I'll tell everyone about that time you puked on the frat house lawn."

Cassie's eyes went wide with horror, and she practically sprinted out the door, slamming it shut behind her. I grinned to myself, feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction.

I sauntered back over to the bed, feeling the coolness of the hardwood floor against my bare feet as I went. I laid down, the softness of the comforter enveloping me, and took a moment to appreciate the new form I was in. Then, I began to explore.

I peeled off Anna's tight blue leggings and her lacy thong, tossing them aside with a sense of rebellious satisfaction. Spreading my legs wide, I stared at my new body's pussy, feeling the warmth emanating from it. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, pink and plump, with a glistening sheen that begged for attention.

As I lay there, I felt a strange sensation building up inside me, a hunger that was alien yet undeniable. My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, moving down to stroke the soft folds of flesh. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves through my entire being. I had never felt anything so intense, so intimate.

"If I had my dick right now, I'd be so fucking hard..." I said aloud in Anna's voice, my thoughts echoing through the empty room. I had to admit, being a girl was pretty cool, especially when you had a body like hers. I mimicked jerking my dick, inside her body. Making her do whatever I wanted, for my pleasure, was so sensual. This bitch deserved it. But I didn't have my dick, and I had to work with what I had. I inserted two fingers into her, feeling the warm embrace of her tightness, and started to rub her clit in slow circles. The feeling was overwhelming, like I was in the cockpit of a spaceship about to blast off into a whole new universe of pleasure.

Gently, I parted the velvety lips of Anna's pussy, revealing the glistening pinkness beneath. The scent of her arousal filled the air, making my head spin. I felt Anna's heart pound in my chest as I explored the velvety folds within.

My curiosity grew into a feverish need to know everything about her, to feel everything she could. I slid my finger deeper, feeling the softness give way to a more firm pressure as I hit a spot that made me gasp. It was like I'd found the holy grail of pleasure, a spot that made her entire body tense and quiver. My clit was throbbing, and I loved calling out her feelings in her own body, her own voice causing my male mind to react, making this female body hornier still, causing a never-ending feedback loop of pure pleasure.

Her body began to respond, hips bucking slightly as I hit just the right spot. I watched in the mirror as her nipples hardened into little pebbles, her breath quickening. She was close, so close. I could feel the tension building in her body, her muscles tightening around my fingers. And then, it happened.

With a gush, she squirted everywhere. The force of her orgasm was like nothing I had ever felt, a deluge that soaked the bed and left me gasping for air. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a wet, warm explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her body convulsed, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a cry that was part pleasure, part shock.

I watched, amazed, as the fluid sprayed out from her in a glorious arch, soaking the bed sheets below me. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of sexual release. And I had been the one to do it. Me, the nerdy guy who had never had a chance with a girl like Anna.

I rummaged through Anna's closet, throwing back on her white jacket and blue leggings. Her panties were soaked, so I went without them. Oops! Her problem. I got dressed, smiling to myself. Nobody could that I'd just had a writhing, squirting explosion of an orgasm. I felt like a goddess, and the idea of walking around her house, her sorority, in her body was like the ultimate power trip.

When I was done, I stepped out into the hallway, still horny as hell and buzzing from the aftershocks of my climax. The house was quiet, and I wondered if anyone had heard. Then, I saw Cassie peeking out from her room, a look of shock on her face. She stared at me, her eyes wide, taking in the flushed cheeks and the smudges of wetness on the bed that were clearly visible from the doorway.

"What the hell happened in here?" she whispered, her voice a mix of horror and fascination.

I smirked, my hands on my hips. "I told you I had personal things to take care of," I said, my voice dripping with a cocky confidence that was pure Anna. "Why don't you go back to scrolling through your pathetic little life on Instagram? Or better yet, go fuck yourself. Like I just did!"

Cassie's face turned beet red, and she stumbled back into her room, slamming the door shut. The sound echoed through the hallway, leaving me feeling like the queen bitch of the castle. The power of having this hot body was intoxicating. I knew I had to keep exploring it, but first, I had to tell Marcus. He had to know what I had just experienced.

I strutted down the stairs, tiptoing on graceful stolen feet like a cat burglar through the silent house. The thrill of walking around in Anna's skin was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like I was wearing a second skin, only infinitely more attractive and powerful than my own.

As I approached the front door, the cool breeze of the evening hit me, sending a shiver down my spine. But it was a shiver of excitement, not cold. I felt a familiar stirring between my legs, and I knew I needed more. The power of being in this body was like a drug, and I was already addicted.

I stepped out into the night, the sound of my heels echoing in the quiet street. The house was still, a testament to the secret I was about to take with me. I reached into Anna's purse and clicked her keys. Hearing a car respond, I walked over to a white Mercedes and slipped inside.

Starting the engine, I felt a thrill of power surge through me. This was definitely not my usual ride. But as the engine purrred beneath me, I felt something else, something more primal stirring in my core. The intense orgasm had only stoked the fire of my desire, and it was burning hotter than ever. I couldn't help but let my hand drift down to the cameltoe of my leggings.

I rubbed my clit through the fabric, feeling the heat and pressure build once more. It was like I had been granted the power of a sex god, and I was going to use it to the fullest extent. The fabric of the leggings was thin, and I could feel the slickness of my arousal already soaking through. The friction was exquisite, the rasp of the seam sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me with every stroke.

My other hand found its way to my chest, cupping one of Anna's perky breasts and giving it a squeeze. Her nipple was already rock hard, begging to be pinched and played with. I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, feeling the peak tighten even more. The sensation was overwhelming, and I knew I needed more.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other working my clit, I sped down the deserted streets, the car's headlights cutting through the darkness like the eyes of a predator on the hunt. The world outside was a blur as I focused solely on the exquisite tension building within me.

Pulling up to Marcus' house, I couldn't resist one final squeeze before I parked the car. The engine purred like a cat in heat as I killed it, the sound echoing through the quiet night. I stepped out, my legs wobbly from the building pleasure that was demanding attention deep inside me.

The door was unlocked, and as I let myself in, I could hear the faint sound of a video game coming from his room. The house was a mess, just like Marcus' life had been before he discovered the trapdoor. But now, with the power of Anna's body at our fingertips, we could change everything.

I sailed down the hallway, hips swaying, feeling like I owned the place. I pushed open the door to find Marcus hunched over his PC, a controller clutched in his hands, eyes glued to the screen. "Mike... is that you?" He looked at me, eyes fixed on Anna's body, completely distracted from the game he'd just been engrossed in.

"You could say that," I smirked, enjoying the look of shock on his face as he took in the sight of me in Anna's skin. "But I've been busy... exploring."

Marcus' eyes narrowed, curiosity getting the better of him. "What do you mean, exploring?"

 I leaned against the doorframe, watching him squirm in his chair. "I've been busy, let's just say."

Marcus' curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean, 'busy'?"

With a wicked grin, I stepped closer to him, my hand tracing the curves of Anna's body that now felt so familiar to me. "Oh, you know," I said, my voice low and seductive, "just seeing how far the rabbit hole goes."

Marcus looked at me with a mix of envy and excitement. "Dude, that's insane. What was it like?"

"Well," I began, drawing out the word as I sauntered closer, enjoying his rapt attention, "I started by playing with her tits, feeling them up like they were the best pair I'd ever had. And let me tell you, they are. They're like fucking heaven in my hands." I watched him swallow hard, his eyes darkening. "Then I slipped a finger down her panties, teasing her clit. She was so wet, it was like her body was begging for it."

Marcus leaned in closer, his eyes glazed over. "Did you masturbate? I hope you felt her orgasm like I did earlier. It's insane!"

"Oh, I did more than that," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "I didn't just play with her pussy. I made her squirt like a fucking garden hose, Marcus."

Marcus' eyes bulged out of his head. "No way!"

I leaned in closer, a smug grin spreading across Anna's lips. "Way."

Marcus' jaw dropped as he took in my words, his mind racing with the possibilities. "You're kidding, right?"

I replied, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It's like we've got the ultimate cheat code to life, man. We can do whatever we want, and she'll never know. It's like playing god, except she's our own personal puppet."

Marcus's grin grew wider. "You're right, it's fucking amazing. We can make her do the most embarrassing shit, and she'll have no idea it's us pulling the strings. Like, what if we made her walk around school tomorrow with a 'slut' sign taped to her back?"

"Even better," I said, my mind racing, the horniness from before taking over, never having fully subsided. "Let's film a sex tape."

Marcus' eyes lit up with excitement. "A sex tape? That's genius! But... with who?"

"Yeah, and not just any sex tape," I added, "but one where she's begging for it from a guy she despises."

Marcus's eyes sparkled with malicious glee. "Like a complete and total reversal of the social order. That'll teach her to mess with us."

"Exactly," I said, the wheels in my head turning. "So that's why we're going to fuck, right now. Start recording."

Marcus nodded eagerly, setting up his phone on a tripod in the corner of his room. He aimed it at the bed, which we had moved to face the camera. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on Anna's body, which was already laid out in front of us like a banquet of pleasure.

I felt a thrill run down my spine as I looked at Marcus, his eyes hungry as they took in the sight of me in her body. We were about to do something incredibly wrong, and yet, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. This was our secret, our little slice of power in a world that had always looked down on us.

"Take off your pants," I said, staring at the camera, my voice a seductive purr. Marcus didn't need to be told twice. He sprang into action, fumbling with the button of his jeans before finally sliding them down. His cock bobbed out, already hard and ready for action. This girl who'd disrespected him, treated him worse than a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe was begging for him.

He sat in his gaming chair, dick out and ready for me. I stared at the camera, loving that I was bending Anna's body to my will, that the more I begged for it, the more her reputation would be ruined. I spat and slobbered all over Marcus' dick. I moaned and cried, trying to play it up like some bad porno.

"Oh, Marcus," I whispered in Anna's voice, "Ruin me." I mounted him, feeling his dick slide into me, filling me up. It was a weird but incredibly pleasurable sensation, feeling his cock stretch me out, but it was nothing compared to the joy of watching his face as I looked over my shoulder, the excitement and disbelief as I bounced happily on his dick.

Anna's body was a vessel for our spite, a living, breathing embodiment of our revenge. She was everything I despised: shallow, vain, and cruel. But now, she was at my mercy, a tool for my pleasure and our amusement. I watched Marcus' eyes glaze over as I bounced up and down on his dick, using her body to milk every drop of his hatred and frustration. 

She was the epitome of the entitled sorority bitch, and here she was, being used by Marcus like a whore, when she'd just been bitching about other girls acting like a slut less than an hour ago. With how much her body was responding, making Marcus' cock feel addicting, it was clear she'd been compensating, hating on others to cover the constant horniness she harbored within.

Marcus gripped the chair arms tightly as he pounded into me from behind. The chair squeaked with every thrust, the sound echoing through the room like a symphony of sweet, sweet retribution. Anna's body was tight around him, and I made her moan like a fucking pornstar. The sensations reverberating around this tight frame made it easy, the pleasure begging to pour out of my mouth.

I felt his balls slap against my ass, the heat of his body pressing into me, and I knew he was close. The camera kept rolling, capturing every second of this illicit encounter. "Cum for me, Anna," Marcus groaned, his voice strained with effort. And just like that, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm, the muscles of Anna's pussy tightening around him like a vice.

My eyes squeezed shut as the wave of pleasure washed over me, and in that moment of intense climax, something strange happened. It was like being yanked out of a dream, suddenly and without warning. One second, I was riding Marcus in Anna's body, and the next, I was falling through darkness again.

I landed in a stack of books. I looked up and around. I was in what looked like a backroom of a library. Dusting myself and getting up, I realized I was in the back of my university's library, already closing for the night.

Panic surged through me as I realized what had happened. "Oh, fuck," I murmured, "she's gonna call the cops on us." 

I stumbled out of the library, my mind racing. We'd been so caught up in the thrill of the moment that we hadn't considered the consequences. Anna's body was gonna come to nude in a strange apartment, and she was going to freak.

I burst through the door, panting and frantic. "Marcus! Marcus!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.

But it was Anna who greeted me, leaning against the banister with a smug smile. She was stark nude, still glistening from our encounter.

"Anna?"

"Not Anna. Marcus. And as thanks for draining my balls earlier, I'm gonna return the favor."

Possession.com Experience 5

Body Description

Name: Nathalie Eastman
Age: 20 Years
Height: 5'1
Weight: 125 pounds
Times Possessed: 7
Breast Size: 32 H
Occupation: College Student
Relationship History: One boyfriend, currently single
Sexual History: 8 partners, 7 male, one female.
Personality: Outgoing, has a large social media following.
Libido: Moderate. Prefers to show off instead of have sex.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Prefers long sessions with significant clitoral stimulation.
Cost: $$$$

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Nathalie was a new student in my orientation group at Cal State. We'd talked during all of orientation, even flirting back and forth. Once the week ended, I still couldn't stop thinking about her and those amazing tits of hers.I eventually got the balls to DM her and ask her out. She said she thought I was a "nice guy" and we'd be "better as friends." FUCK THAT! I had to see those tits one way or another. Turn's out she's some famous TikToker so she's stupid expensive on here. I could only afford the five minute free trial. Once I was inside, I threw off her top and bounced her tits around for a bit. I used the recording to blackmail her with her own body and voice, telling her that if she didn't send me one nude pic a week I'd possess her again and run through campus nude. Here's the recording and some pics!

I was Nathalie's college psychology instructor last semester. I'd be lying if I said I didn't catch myself staring at times. I was staring at her during one of my lectures when I saw her pull away the neckline of her baggy hoodie, looking straight down. She mouthed "Oh my God" to herself and started massaging her tits through her sweatshirt. Once she noticed I'd stopped talking she left the room, coming back and sitting down like nothing was amiss. I did some investigation and found this site. She'd been possessed! Knowing that someone had been controlling her was such a turn on that I had to give it a try. I rented her fat tits for an evening and wasted no time slipping off her bra and lotioning her up. Fingering myself as Nathalie to Nathalie's slutty TikTok dances was an absolute trip - but so hot. I was so turned on after I texted some guy who DMed her to come over to bang my brains out. Three orgasms rocked my tiny body before I was thrown out, aching for more. I'm still saving up for my return trip.

I'm online a lot and like beating off to TikTok sluts. I mean, the way they shake their ass and bounce their tits, they're practically begging for it. Problem is, most of them are such prudes they'll never show any skin. Most guys waste their money buying into a softcore only fans or sending these girls gifts with nothing to show for it. Not me. I possessed Nathalie so I could get some pics for my personal spank bank. I loved doing her famous TikTok dances in her body - but this time, I made sure she left a little less to the imagination.

My friend had just broken up with his ex, but needed to go to a wedding they'd both been invited to. He knew I like possessing women as a hobby so he asked me to get behind the wheel of some arm candy for him. When he said he'd foot the bill I knew I'd be possessing Nathalie. She's been on my must-try list for so long but I just haven't been able to afford her. Who knew 20 year-olds with tight abs and H-Cup tits are pretty in demand? The second I landed inside Nathalie's dorm room I felt her heart thumping under her massive chest from my excitement as I stared at myself. Before I got ready for the wedding I decided to familiarize myself with what was under the hood. I walked to the communal bathroom and stripped her down inside a stall. I've worn more sensitive tits, but nipple tweaks still felt delightful. Sensitivity means nothing though when my male brain was already going crazy from being able to paw at the nicest tits I've ever seen, let alone worn. My new lady parts were a fountain. Afterwards, I continued my fun in the shower. This body was perfect for getting my friend's ex jealous, especially when I pressed my tits into him and looked at him with doe eyes. I loved the attention but was able to fend off my friend's advances - can't say I've done that in every body. Seems like showing off is what starts Nathalie's engine.

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You press the button, shocked to find you're in. You're actually possessing a smoking hot college girl with huge tits.

After laying in bed and grabbing your tits for what seemed like forever, you decide to get up and explore. She lives in a college dorm room, with bunk beds stacked on one side. Natalie's got the bottom bunk. Walking up to the mirror, you take a look at yourself. Your head gets a wave of horniness as you gawk at the brunette staring you back, copying your movements, the look on her face as lustful as you're feeling.

You look down. Tits. You're distracted again. You decide to play with them, rubbing them, loving them, tossing them up and down in the air.

You're greedy now. You frantically toss off Nathalie's top, grabbing the lotion and squirting it on yourself like you'd seen in the reviews. You make her look so horny, so desperate for her own body as you fish out a breast and flick the nipple. The lotion gleamed on her chest like a fresh bead of cum, and you imagined you put it there as you continue to feel arousal through her body.

You could feel your body warming in a new and different way, starting in your groin and radiating into your stomach and head. You reach down, past the tits, finally getting a feel of your new pussy. It's slick, and the lips easily part at your touch. "Ah!" You moan, brushing past the clit.

Your body's screaming now, crying out for more. Your wetness has spread down your legs, and you feel your pussy tingle as you roll your panties down your legs. You stuff your fingers inside.

Your body's rolling, but not quite there. You need a boost. You take out Nathalie's phone, opening TikTok. Watching videos of her, dancing around, this body on display ratchets the pleasure up another level.

You cum. Your body quakes, legs contracting, pleasure shooting up to your head until you're seeing stars. You grab a tit with your free hand and keep pumping down below.

The pleasure's still there. You're multi-orgasmic now. Wanna cum again? You open possession.com and look at the videos from the reviews. You see Nathalie's body, rubbing its tits, delighting in itself. You flip between her TikTok and possession.com. Her body, used while hidden online to get the attention of thousands was now spread before you, a toy for your pleasure.

It was enough for you to blast into orgasm again, your mind whiting out with pure electricity.

As you were coming down from the highs of the orgasm, you suddenly snap back to your own body. The tits are gone. You tap your flat chest, missing their weight and the soft skin that coated them. You didn't take any videos. But, there are somehow videos on the screen of you, what you did, asking you one question.

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Under New Management

"Roy," she purred, her voice softer than the usual bark of commands. She was leaning over him, her eyes lingering on his crotch in a way that made him squirm.

Roy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his boss, Sonia Mastersson, acting unlike herself. She was usually a stickler for professional boundaries, but here she was, practically begging for attention with her low-cut red blouse and tight skirt. She looked like a woman on a mission, a mission that had nothing to do with the office's quarterly reports.

"Is everything okay, Sonia?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. He couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and arousal. She'd never been anything but a stern figure of authority, but now she was...this.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and she smirked. "Oh, everything's better than okay, Roy," she said, her tone dripping with a seductive sweetness that made his heart race. "I've had a bit of an... epiphany today. And I think it's time we addressed some things."

Before he could process what was happening, she reached down and placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Her nails, usually so sharp and precise, now had a glossy pink finish that seemed to shimmer under the office lights. "Come to my desk," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. The way she said it was a command, but there was something playful in her voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

As they walked, she swiveled her hips in a way that was more suited to a runway than their office corridor. With her first step, she tripped over her own heels. "Still getting used to wearing these damn things." She said to herself, under her breath.

Once they at her desk, she leaned against it, her body pressing into him. The smell of her expensive perfume mixed with the faint scent of sweat. It was intoxicating and terrifying, this change in personality was shocking to Roy, but he was transfixed by his guilty pleasure crush coming onto him.

Sonia reached up and began to unbutton her blouse, one by one. With each button that slipped through its hole, a patch of creamy skin was revealed. She had the kind of breasts that could make a saint renounce their vows: full, round, and perched high on her chest. When she finally parted the fabric, her breasts spilled out like two perfect globes, her nipples already erect and begging for attention.

"You like what you see?" she asked, not bothering to hide her amusement. "This body's... I mean, my tits are fucking spectacular."

"This body?" I said.

She looked to the side, her composure faltering slightly. Seeing my concern, she slid her hands around her breasts and began to play with herself, her eyes closing with a silent moan. Her other hand found its way to my belt, tugging it open with a sudden urgency. "Don't worry about it," she breathed, her eyes snapping back to me, "just enjoy the view."

"These nipples are so much fun to play with." She said, grinning widely. "Don't you wish you could take these babies for a spin? They're all mine, for now."

Her fingers danced down the line of my now-exposed shaft, her nails lightly scraping my skin. It was a strange mix of sensations, both thrilling and eerie. I knew that she wasn't herself, but I couldn't ignore the physical reaction of my body to her touch. My cock grew hard under her grip, and she took it in her hand, stroking it with a practiced ease that didn't seem to fit the Sonia he knew.

As she worked my shaft, she pushed me back on the couch, her skirt riding up to reveal the tops of her thigh-high stockings. With a swift move, she pulled the skirt aside, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. She began to play with herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Her eyes remained locked on mine, a challenge, a dare for me to look away.

"You know what's great about having a pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "It's so much better than a dick. You can feel everything. Every touch, every stroke, it's like nothing you've ever experienced before."

Sonia's eyes glazed over with pleasure as she continued to explore herself. "And this clit," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, "It's like a little button of pure pleasure. So sensitive."

Her hand moved faster, her thumb circling her clit with expert precision. The sight of her, so in control and yet so lost in the sensation, was unlike anything Roy had ever seen. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes transfixed on the wet, swollen flesh that she was teasing so shamelessly.

Suddenly, Sonia's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a gasp. Her body tensed, her legs quivering as a small, involuntary orgasm swept over her. She bit her lower lip to muffle the sound, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. As the tremors subsided, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"It's like...it's like nothing you could ever imagine," she panted, still stroking herself. "Sonia's orgasms...they're so intense. This body, it's like a never-ending symphony of pleasure."

Roy couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, and wanted to question, but his mind was short circuited by his big breasted boss shaking post-orgasmic in front of him. She mounted him, laying on the couch. His cock was now fully erect and demanding attention. She rocked back and forth gently, teasing it. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and touched her breasts. They were soft and warm, and she moaned at his touch, her eyes rolling back in her head once more.

"Mmm, not too shabby, Roy," she murmured, rubbing his cock, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"If that orgasm's any indication." She smiled, parting her legs. "This pussy's going to go crazy with your dick inside."

Roy's breath hitched as he stepped closer, his dick pointing straight at her like a compass to true north. The sight of her, wet and wanton, was too much to resist. He reached down and touched her again, his thumb brushing over her clit. She jolted at the contact, a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through her.

She wrapped her arms around him, lifting up her body, until the tip of his cock was nudging against her soaking wet pussy. "Oh my God..." She moaned, throwing her head back, massaging her massive tits greedily, like she was playing with them for the first time.

She lowered herself down onto him, being split by his dick. She was wet and hot, and her pussy gripped him like a vice. He began to thrust, his movements at first tentative, then growing more confident as she began to match his rhythm.

Sonia's eyes snapped open and she looked up at him, a wildness in her gaze that was unlike anything he'd ever seen from her. "Harder," she demanded, her voice a desperate whisper. "I want this pussy to cum again."

Roy didn't hold back. He slammed into her, his hips moving with a ferocity that surprised even himself. She bounced up and down on him, her tits flailing with each upstroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate with something deep inside of him. Her moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged. Her fingers dug into his back, nails breaking the skin as she held on for dear life. Her massive tits swayed to the beat of their motions, and she stared at them, loving the way they moved.

Her eyes fluttered closed again as she felt her second orgasm building. Her body tightened around him, the muscles in her pussy spasming as she neared the edge. "OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING AGAIN." She shouted at the top of her lungs, no hesitation even though it was midday in a crowded office building.

Roy felt her pussy clench around his cock, her body arching off the desk. It was a feeling like no other, and he couldn't help but let out a grunt of his own pleasure. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"It's...it's incredible," she gasped, her breath hot against his ear. "The way a woman's body orgasms. I can't believe I'm STILL horny and ready to fuck again."

Roy's mind was racing. "Who are you?" he managed to ask, half jokingly, his hips still driving into her.

Sonia's eyes snapped open, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I'm Sonia, your boss. Don't ask questions." she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, Roy. I need this cock inside me like I need my next breath."

Her hand left her pussy and traveled up her body to her ample breasts. She cupped them, squeezing and molding them like a sculptor discovering a new medium. Her thumbs traced over her hardened nipples, and she let out a gasp that was both pained and pleasured. It was as if she was learning the art of self-pleasure for the first time, and her body was a canvas for her to explore.

Her movements grew more erratic, her breathing hitching as she pinched and pulled at her own flesh. It was a sight that was both mesmerizing and disturbing, watching the woman who had always been so composed and in control, now so lost in the sensation of her own body. She played with her tits like a boy would, a mix of curiosity and excitement, as if they were new toys she hadn't quite figured out.

With each stroke, she grew closer to the edge. Her nails scraped over her skin, leaving faint red lines, and she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream. It was a beautifully chaotic dance of pleasure and pain, and it was all for him.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, her voice a symphony of need. "Right there, Roy. Don't stop."

Her hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she approached her climax. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and a low, guttural sound escaped her lips. She was close, so close. Roy could feel it in the way her muscles tightened around him, in the way her nails dug into his back.

And then it hit her. Her body convulsed, her third orgasm tearing through her like a bolt of lightning, stronger than all the last. She screamed out his name, her voice echoing through the quiet office. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. He could feel her juices coating him, her body begging for more.

Roy's own climax washed over him, his vision going white. He bucked into her, filling her up with his hot cum. She moaned and thrashed beneath him, her body responding to the sensation in a way that was purely animalistic. His vision was full of the orgasming, convulsing woman, that up until today, had treated him like the scum of the earth.

"Thanks for that, Roy. Stuffing dildos in this cunt all day has been fun, but sex as a woman really takes the cake."

Roy's thrusts slowed to a halt as he pulled out, panting heavily. Sonia straightened herself, her face a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. But it was her words that hung in the air, thick with the scent of their recent activity. Surprise washed over him like a cold shower.

"What do you mean, 'sex as a woman'?" he stuttered, his mind racing with the implications of her comment.

Her smile grew wider, a twinkle in her eye that was definitely not Sonia's. "Let's just say your manager's under new management."

Roy stepped back, his mind racing. "What the fuck?"

The grin on Sonia's face grew, revealing a mischief that was definitely not her own. "You're so much more fun than I thought you'd be," she said, straightening her blouse. "But let's not make a habit of this, shall we?"

Roy's eyes narrowed, his confusion turning to anger. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, his voice low and threatening. "Who are you, and what have you done to Sonia?"

The smirk on her face grew wider, and she leaned back on the desk, her legs still spread. "Ah, so the fun's over." she said, sounding almost disappointed.

Roy felt a chill run down his spine. "What do you mean by that?"

"That's all I'll say for now." She said, her body slipping its panties back on. "I'm going back to my own body for a bit. Wouldn't bring this up in front of your boss. She won't remember it, and from how shocked everyone's been about me acting this way, I don't think she'll take too kindly to you asking about sex."

Roy felt his face go pale, and he nodded, still trying to process everything that had just happened. She bent down, her hand hovering over her bra. "Ah, right," she said, looking down at her chest. "Fuck, I hate these things." She said, laughing. "Not her tits, I mean. Putting on a bra. Well, guess she'll be going without one."

Sonia slid on her dress, then stepped into her high heels, wincing slightly as she adjusted them. "So, Roy," she began, "This will be our little secret" Her voice was still that of his boss, but the tone was entirely different. It was light, playful, and yet, there was an underlying seriousness that made him nod in agreement.

She sat on the edge of the couch, resting a hand on her thigh, she leaned back with a sigh of contentment. She crossed her legs, and Roy couldn't help but stare at the way her skirt hugged her thighs. Moving her legs back and forth, she grinned widely. "She's still all full of cum."

Her gaze dropped to her breasts, and she cupped them gently, giving them a little bounce. "So much to play with." she murmured. "But, alas, all good things must come to an end." She reached toward her left hand, manicured nails touching a small, unassuming ring. It looked like a cheap trinket you might find in a gumball machine, but the way she handled it suggested something far more precious.

With a sly smile, she slipped the ring off of her finger and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the mischief was gone, and the stern look she typically wore returned. She looked up at him, her expression cold and professional once more.

"Now, Roy, about that report," she said, as if nothing had happened.