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Bodyhopper Saga 2

I arched my back and spread my legs, hoping to find the best angle of attack onto my newly acquired pussy and clit. After learning about my bodyhopping powers yesterday, I basically hadn't stopped masturbating. Unlike when I was a male, the pleasure I got didn't taper off after an orgasm. On the contrary, once building up to a peak of arousal, female bodies can continue to cum and cum, sometimes for hours as I had quickly learned.

That's why after waking up in Jackie's body, the first thing I did was fire up some porn and pick up where I had left off the last night. After taking her body back to mine originally, I flipped through her memories to find out where she lived. It turns out she had a small apartment just outside downtown. Parading around Jackie's place, as Jackie, was an absolute trip and had started up a fire in my pussy I just couldn't seem to put out.

After leaving her sheets soaked and her room reeking of pussy, I decided to ransack her closets and play a bit of dress up.

I decided to throw on some fitness gear and practice my acting chops by heading down to her gym. While there, I couldn't help but notice the eyes of every man in the building following me around.

Some were even bold enough to hit on me, asking me if I needed a spot. Although Jackie's memories told me she never skipped leg day, I humored them so I could rub my ass on their dick on the way down. Pretty soon, I had two or three numbers, and I had to cut the workout short before I could do core because I was soaking through my yoga pants.

The whole trip made me realize something. Masturbation was great, but I was gonna have to try a real dick in this snatch eventually. I decided to give my friend Benji a call. Even though some of the guys in the gym were massive, I needed someone trustworthy for my first time.

"Hey Benji, it's me. Marcus." I told him after picking up the phone.

"Um, who?" He replied. I realized that my voice, while normal sounding to me, sounded exactly like this woman's to my friend who was a non-hopper.

"Listen, no time to explain. You at home right now?" I asked. "Yeah..." He said back. "Ok, need you to come to 151 Market Place, apartment 1205. Trust me, you won't regret this." I said, trying to sound a bit sultry, which sounded weird to my ears as my own voice.

Soon after, I pulled back into Jackie's apartment complex. I changed into some skimpy clothes, awaiting his arrival.

I heard a knock at the door. Opening it, there was Benji. He seemed a bit taller, probably because this body was a few inches shorter than my own.

"Where's Marcus? Please tell me he didn't put you up to this." He said.

"I am Marcus. In this woman's body. I learned that I could possess people and control them yesterday. Now, I want to give you a little gift for being so kind to me for all these years." I said, inching closer to him.

"But wait. Tell me something only Marcus would know." He said back cautiously.

"Who the fuck cares. Are you really gonna pass these babies up?"

His eyes went wide as dinner plates. "I... Uh..." was all he could muster. "Shut up. Take your pants off." I commanded.

Benji was already as hard as a rock. He had never been much of a ladies man, and I wondered if the first tits he was ever seeing in person belonged to his best friend.

Seeing as he was so hard, I decided to just go right for the main event. I pushed Benji onto his back and began to straddle him. His dick was aimed straight up, right at my pussy. I wasn't an expert at this, so I paused for a second to let Jackie's memories lead the way. Smirking with newfound confidence, I took the dick and rubbed it up and down the length of my new snatch. It was already burning. Lining things up, I finally took the plunge.

Dropping onto the penis below me, I could feel every inch pushing up against my inner walls. Each motion against the surface only pushed the pleasure to an even higher peak. My eyes glazed over as I inched ever lower. Before long, I had completely swallowed it up, bottoming out on the torso.

Leaning once more on the memories, I began to bounce up and down. Each motion rewarded me with blasts of dopamine that overwhelmed every inch of my system. This pussy had felt good before, but had never taken me to these heights.

Soon enough, I felt the crest of orgasm approaching. But before that, I felt Benji begin to moan and grunt below me. He blew his load with another heave, filling me with his seed. Frustrated, I chased the peak by grinding up against his torso. But it was gone.

"Well, I guess that's what Ken was talking about when I left him hanging." I said. Benji just panted: "Wow. That was great."

"Well it wasn't for me." I replied. "You better learn how to control your dick." But then, jumping to the forefront again were Jackie's memories. It turned out this happened to her pretty often. It made sense, being as hot as she was, she was bound to break most of the men she met.

But she had one more trick up her sleeve.

Taking each of my Double D cup jugs in my hands, I bent down and grabbed Benji's half soft penis. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Just using one of Jackie's superpowers."

Before long, Benji was right back to where he started. Laying back down on her couch, I went spread eagle and motioned Benji to come by.

He fucked me good and hard, and it wasn't long before I erupted into a thunderous, whiteout of an orgasm, the likes of which I had yet to feel through a woman. It continued like this for around an hour. It turned out that Benji wasn't as much of a lightweight on his second wind.

Once I was done, I pushed Benji off.

"So what's next?" He said. "Are you gonna stay as that woman for a little while longer?" "Nah." I replied. "I've already been in here for two days. This cunt is basically spent. Might have to trade it out for a new one."

"You mean a new body?" Benji asked. "Yeah." I replied. "I mean, she's my first body! There's still so much to explore on the other side." "Why women?" Benji questioned. "I mean, you could be any dude in the world and fuck any girl you want! Why possess women at all?" "After feeling what I've felt for the last couple days, I can assure you with every fiber of my being that chicks have it much better. The highs are higher, plus you can go on forever. I seriously don't know why more girls don't just spend all day cumming and cumming!"

"I mean I'm not complaining after that showing, but I'm still not 100 percent sure that's you in there, man." Benji added. "Ok, stand back, I'll get out. Then we gotta get out of here fast before she wakes up."

I laid back on a couch, ready to slide out of Jackie's body. I felt something stirring, then I began to pour out of every orifice.

Finally, I materialized, nude, in front of Benji. "Believe me now?" I asked. "Eww, sick!" He exclaimed as he saw the process unfold. I looked over at Jackie's unconscious body, her body looking exhausted after the marathon sex session. Even though she had been pretty much used up, she probably had a few orgasms left in that tight body.

Just the thought made me excited for wherever my adventure would take me next.

Bodyhopper Saga

I looked down between my stolen tits and felt the dildo slam into the pussy I'm borrowing from my boss's secretary. Twelve hours ago, I would have never thought this was possible. That's when I learned I was a bodyhopper.

It all started when I heard my boss's busty secretary, Jackie speaking to me in a male voice. When I noticed something was off, she took me in an empty office and explained everything to me.

"Alright, so you've never hopped before?" He said. "Uh no? What's hopping." I replied. This should be fun..." Jackie said.

She sat down, spreading her legs in a super unladylike way. "Well kid, this is your lucky day. I might look like Jackie, but I'm not her. I'm actually a 42 year old man named Ken. I have the power to take over people's bodies by jumping into them. And after you have sex with a hopper, you'll be able to too."

Jackie started stripping off her clothes. "Well, let's get you initiated boy!" She said. "Ever wanted to feel these tits? Ken asked, sticking out and stroking Jackie's tits. "Well, you could be feeling them with her own hands in about 10 minutes! How does that sound?"

"Can you do anything about the voice?" I said. "Ok. Ahem!" Ken cleared his throat. "This better?" He asked in Jackie's voice. "Other hoppers can hear our normal voice, but to regular people it just sounds like the host body. With a little concentration, we can make it sound like the host to other hoppers too."

Ken came over to me and started to stroke my cock through my work pants. "Yeah... there we go." He moaned. "I was gonna fuck your asshole boss, but I think I can manage with you." He rubbed his Jackie tits all over my bare chest.

"Alright. Enough with the foreplay. I've got to catch a ride in the slut from HR before she gets off." Ken pushed me down onto the floor, and unzipped my pants with his hands. After a few expert strokes, he lined up his pussy lips with my dick and started riding.

I'm not sure if it was his experience in women, or Jackie's muscle memory, but Ken was an absolute champ at riding cock. "Oh yeah. this bitch is such a nympho. Her head rushes are great." He managed to say in between moans.

After going at it for about a minute, I couldn't take it any longer, and shot my load into Ken's pussy. He hadn't cum yet, and vigorously ground his ass against my deflating cock, chasing the pleasure until it just slipped out.

"Well, you're gonna have to work on that kid. Hopefully being inside of bitches will show you just how bad it feels to be getting your pussy pounded but just miss out on the big O."

"Alright. Got a slut to catch." He said as Jackie's body keeled over like it was about to vomit. Instead of puke, a brownish grayish flesh colored liquid poured out, which rapidly shaped into a solid. It formed into a balding, overweight man. "Hey, Ken here. Nice to meet you in the flesh, so to speak, hahaha." Jackie's nude body fell to the side, unconscious.

"Give me your clothes." He said. "What, fuck no!" I replied. "What am I gonna wear?"

"Well her!" He said. "If not, I could always hop back in her and tell your boss you made a pass at "Jackie" in the hallway." "Alright, fine. How do I do this?" I asked. "Just lean forward and look into her mouth and imagine yourself pouring in. Should be easy because she's out."

I stepped towards Jackie's body. Even though I had seen Ken do it, it seemed weird. I pulled her mouth open, and leaned forward. Instead of falling over, I felt myself shrinking, liquifying and pouring in. Soon, I could feel feet wearing high heeled shoes. I felt legs, limber and muscular, come under my control. I felt a jolt as my brain wired itself for the first time to a pussy. Soon, I felt two lumps falling off the side of my chest and long hair pouring over them. Then, my eyes slammed open as I came to.

"You there kid?" I saw Ken pulling his belt through my pants as he slid them on. Sitting up, I was in shock at the sensations assaulting my body. My whole sense of propioception was off, and each movement felt awkward.

"Mind telling me where I can get to the hot bitch from HR? Use her memories." Ken added. "I can do that?" "Yep, you just gotta try to remember it like it's your own memories and it should come to you."

Suddenly, I knew. "Go to the seventh floor, third door on the right past the elevators." I picked up the pants and "remembered" Jackie putting on panties and jeans. Soon, I was pulling the pants over my newly acquired fat ass. Looking in the mirror was a fucking trip. Jackie followed my every command. Not only that, I felt what she felt as I rubbed my red painted nails all over my skin.

"Headed out kid. I reccomend trying her pussy out. Pretty strong compared to most. You don't see tits like that everyday either. Well, see ya soon!"

Ken left the door and slammed it shut. The reality of the situation set in. I was in a hot woman's body. I had to check it out.

I zipped home in her car and instantly pulled her pants down. Taking a finger, I sighed, lifted my eyebrows and said: "Here goes nothing." As I dipped it into my new pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh" I couldn't help but say at the feeling. One thing led to another, and soon I was in a full out masturbation session. I thanked God for giving me these powers. Now, I was free from my stupid 9 to 5, and could travel the world hopping from body to body. But first, time to enjoy this pussy.

FPF: Home Alone

It was the day after Christmas, and I sighed as I pulled my beat up car through the gate at the front of Edgar's driveway. Edgar was a classmate of mine, someone who I sometimes hung out with, but definitely wouldn't consider my friend. As the two outcasts in school, we had formed a sort of acquaintanceship out of necessity. But where I was poor, living with my mom on the bad side of town, Edgar was sickeningly rich. His driveway, which was probably longer than my street, was guarded by a massive cast iron gate in the safest neighborhood in town. I knew I was setting myself up for disappointment by coming by, because Edgar loved to rub his money and all his Christmas gifts in my face every year. Still, I had nothing better to do during the break, so I decided to stop by, if just to see how extravagant the gifts were this year.

Edgar's mom greeted me at the door. "Hi Darrell!" She said as I walked in. She was tall, blonde, and rather attractive for an older woman. She wasn't very well liked around the school, for the same snooty behavior Edgar was known for. She always treated me well, probably because I was the only person willing to spend any amount of time with Edgar.

"Hi Mrs. Deckman." I responded. "Still able to walk the dogs for us this week? I know you might be having trouble making ends meet around the holidays." She asked. "Yep, sure thing Mrs. Deckman." I responded. Their family was heading to their vacation home in Cabo, leaving me to walk their two large Dobermans in their absence. Though they lived all the way across town, they were paying me enough to get my mom a late Christmas gift, so I reluctantly accepted.

After finishing, I headed up to Edgar's room, which was stuffed with boxes. He was playing Call of Duty on what looked to be a brand new PS5. "Hey Darrell! Check this out. I finally got a PS5 for upstairs! Now I don't have to go to the game room to play." Edgar said in his annoying nasally voice, smirking. "Did you see the new Beamer outside? Mine too."

"The Mercedes wasn't your style?" I asked sarcastically. "Well it was, but it made this weird engine noise, so we just got rid of it." I knew he enjoyed bragging about his gifts, knowing I basically got nothing. "What did you get this year? Hopefully some detergent to get those stains out of your shirt" Edgar added sarcastically. "Actually, I got a car of my own, drove it over here..." I cut off my sentence, seeing something that made me double take and rub my eyes. "Uh, Edgar, what the hell is that?" I gestured to the back of the room where I saw a mostly naked woman sitting with a bow in her hair.

"Oh that?" Edgar responded, not looking up from his game. "That's one of those new First-Person Female dolls. Definitely gonna be fucking that hot piece of ass later!" I got up, walking over to take a closer look. "Um, why does it look exactly like..." "Danielle Rivas?" Edgar interrupted. "It's the Danielle model doll, so yeah, it's basically an exact copy. I wouldn't let my mom get the doll unless it was her!" Danielle Rivas was one of my favorite models, a super busty latina. One that I had pleasured myself to on many more than one occasion.

"Wait. Your mom actually agreed to you getting this?" I asked, still stunned at what I was seeing. "Yeah, it was originally designed for people who wanna know what its like to be a woman. You wear this goofy helmet thingie, and you basically control the body from the inside. She got it for me so I could "practice empathy", whatever that means. I guess she didn't realize I can just fuck it without ever doing that bullshit." Edgar added. "Don't even think about touching it either, greaseball."

I resigned myself to playing some videogames with Edgar before heading home about an hour later. The whole time I was distracted, frustrated that Edgar had a clone of Danielle in his room, fucking her whenever he wanted. On top of that, he was also way too blind to realize the amount of pleasure he could get from within Danielle.

At home, I waited until my family was asleep, and googled these "First-Person Female" dolls on my family's computer. As expected, they costed an ungodly amount of money, tens of thousands just for the base models. I learned a bit about how they worked. The helmet sent the output of your brainwaves to the doll, while freezing your body. Using transcranial stimulation, the helmet fed the doll's sensory input directly to your brain, essentially making it like you were living inside the doll.

To activate it, all you had to do was put on the helmet and say "begin transmission". There were a bunch of other commands available too, doing things like giving you false memories of a backstory, or unlock knowledge of feminine skills.

With this information in mind, and the tantalizing knowledge that a Danielle doll sat unused in the very house I would be dogsitting for tomorrow, I couldn't stop the primal urge to try it, just once.

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As I drove my beat up car over to the Deckmans', I went through the plan in my head. Walk the dogs, put them away, then use the doll for 10 minutes to take pictures and get some spank material. Then put her back right where I found her, and go home.

While walking the dogs around their neigborhood, I was more than a bit distracted. What would it be like to feel Danielle's massive tits? What would it be like to have her massive tits?

Using the spare key to let myself back into the mansion, I let the dogs off their leash downstairs and put up a baby-gate so I would be alone. My heart was pounding as I went upstairs. I felt more like a burglar than a dogsitter.

I entered Edgar's room and she came into view. Danielle was laying on the bed, completely nude, hands on her tits.

My jaw dropped at the actual size of those things up close. I began to get super turned on, but I knew my time was limited. Walking around until I found the helmet tossed into the closet, I slipped it on. It fit snug, and had little round probes that contacted my eyelids. "Ok Darrell. 10 minutes. Just snap some pics, then get out. Here goes nothing. Begin transmission!"

I felt myself slip back for a split second, then things became black. I was disembodied consciousness for about a second. No sensations, just black. Then finally, I snapped back to reality. I took in a deep gasp for breath as my eyes opened.

I felt my hands pushing into jello. Lifting them, I felt the soft weights slip to the side, falling off my chest, but they held firm. I lifted my hands in front of my face. They were soft and feminine. Each nail was painted and manicured to a dull point. I rolled to my right side, feeling what I deduced must be Danielle's tits slipping over to the right with my motion.

I took each one in a hand, lifting them up. They were extremely weighty, though I noted it might be because it Danielle was weaker than I was in my own body. I lifted them, pushed them up against my chest, and shook them side to side, just enjoying Danielle's tits from a first person perspective. I sat up, and felt the massive boobs fall down, onto my chest, walking over to a mirror to get a better look at myself.

Wow. Looking back at me in the mirror wasn't the usual reflection of a gangly nerd. Instead, a voluptuous latina model was in its place. The best part? Whatever I did, she did. I stared deep into the rich brown eyes of my new reflection.

It was hard to believe that behind those eyes, there was a teenage boy in the driver's seat of this very female body. I held my hands in front of my face, clenching and unclenching them, just to prove to myself that they were now under my control. I rubbed them down my smooth, hairless arms, feeling the rubbing and the being rubbed. The feeling of being in total control of this sex machine of a body was absolutely intoxicating. The hair falling in my face even smelled of strawberry shampoo. The people over at First-Person Female really went all out to make this body feel lived-in.

I couldn't help my eyes fron trending downward. Just like I saw online, Danielle's tits were absolutely huge. But now, they were in my hands. And, they were my tits. Her skin was soft and caramel, lighter than my own shade. My new legs were thick and juicy in all the right ways.

I felt a throbbing down between my legs, kind of like when my dick would get hard as a guy. Turning my focus there, I moved my well-proportioned legs side to side.

Then I felt it. Something a bit off. Reaching down, I rested a hand in the panties Danielle wore, until I felt something slimy. Reaching up, I saw my hand was covered in cum.

"EWW!" I shrieked in a high pitched, feminine voice. Edgar must have fucked the doll, then never cleaned it. Maybe multiple times. Well, I had to do something about this. I needed my pics, but there was no way I could go on knowing Edgar's cum was inside me. "Ok, here's what I'll do. I'll take a quick shower, then take the pics, and get out." I reasoned. 20 more minutes couldn't hurt. After all, nobody was home anyway.

I quickly walked over to Edgar's bathroom, feeling a squelch below me with each step. I tried not to think about it much. Slipping off the panties Danielle wore, I turned on the water and stepped in.

In my hurry, I hadn't waited for the water to heat up enough. As the water splashed onto the suit's tits, I saw goosebumps begin to appear on the skin's surface. My nipples were wide and flat before, but now, they jutted out from the cold water. With curiosity getting the best of me, I reached up and flicked the right nipple with my index finger, my left hand holding the meat of the tit for support. I instantly felt the fire begin to ignite once more between my legs.

"Well I'm in here, why not clean her whole body" I said aloud to myself. I grabbed some body wash, rubbing it all over my tits until they were covered in foam. I extended my arm, using the tits as a cushion. How a woman could have this much boob was beyond me.

I moved my cleaning down to my original target, Danielle's pussy. Never having cleaned one before, I decided to let the water rinse everything out. I took the showerhead, and aimed it upwards. When the water connected, I began to see stars and I had to use a hand to brace me against the wall. "Whoa! Is that what chicks feel?" I asked myself. "Edgar is really missing out." I moved the water up and down the length of the slit, trying to clean things out, while feeling no small amount of pleasure.

I put the showerhead back. Now, my pussy was literally throbbing, pulsing with pleasure. I reached down, laying my slender middle finger right on the clit. I moved back and forth, letting the pleasure rush and pound through me. I clutched my tits close to my chest, kneading them to add to the pleasure my pussy was giving me. My pussy. Just the thought sent me into overdrive.

I upped the speed of my hand, feeling the pleasure reach a peak. I bent over, squatting as the water hit my long hair. Feeling weak in the knees, I never stopped the assault on my clit as I felt my muscles clench and pulse all over my body. I shut my eyes and let the sensations come to me. Blinding pleasure. My hand in my pussy. Squeezing pillowy boobs. I allowed the orgasm to take hold of me until I found myself panting in a mess on the shower floor.

Stepping out and drying myself, I realized Edgar might realize if her hair was a mess. Trying something I had read online last night, I spoke: "System menu. Unlock beauty skills." Instantly I felt new associations with the items in the bathroom. I took the towel, gently and softly drying my shiny brown hair. I grabbed a hairdryer, blowing it dry, satisfied with my work.

Sitting back on the bed, I realized I still had to take some pictures. I saw that the doll's box came with a bunch of different clothing items that would fit Danielle. A red bikini, some lingerie, an oversized shirt for lounging around the house. I threw on the lingerie, using the built-in knowledge of beauty to make it all come naturally.

I tried out a few poses, snapping a bunch of photos. I was already starting to turn myself on again, so I knew these pics would be good. The lingerie was a bit tight, probably to even further accentuate Danielle's cartoonish curves, so I threw on one of the shirts. I started to record myself and dance around, feeling my tits bounce with every step. With each hop, I enjoyed the sensation of Danielle's tits smashing into my chest.

After taking another video of my tits jumping about, I knew I needed to get my hands on them some more before I left. Pulling my shirt up above my tits, I held it in my teeth as I reached back up and squeezed Danielle's nipples which sat upon the chest I now owned. I couldn't get enough of them. The tits which I had seen so many times on my laptop screen were now mine, and I was free to do whatever I wanted with them. The beauty skills supplied me with her size. "Shit, I'm a 32H." I gasped.

I pulled one up, just to try it... and, yep. Jackpot. She could get her nipple all the way up to her mouth. Where some girls could only fold their tits up just enough to graze it with a strained tongue, Danielle had no such problem. She could wrap her mouth completely and fully around the nipple. Since I was, for all intents and purposes, Danielle, I could now do the same. I traced my tongue around the areola, closing my eyes again to savor the tingling sensation of a tongue on my nipple.

The horniness from earlier was coming back. I tried to calm myself. "Ok man. You've already been in here way too long." But by this point, I had already been inside for well over an hour. If I was going to get in trouble for using the doll, I was already fucked. "Might as well make myself at home." I reasoned. After grabbing a snack for Danielle (lugging those tits around was hard work) I settled back in bed for one more orgasm. "Just one." I reminded myself.

It didn't take long for me to feel pleasure surge to the surface after I grabbed those tits once more. Fondling the boobs of my dreams, and feeling them being fondled, was more than my male mind was able to handle. I felt a rush emanating from my vagina, and it began to loosen and open as I continued to mash and wobble my tits. My hand slid down to the opening. It was wet, and responded instantly to my touch. I was lost in a world of pleasure. Until, my phone ringing snapped me out of that world in an instant. I pulled out instantly, grabbing my boobs as they jumped upward from the sudden motion.

I ran over, seeing what I had feared. Edgar Deckman on the caller ID. "SHIT SHIT SHIT" I said to myself in the doll's voice as I ran back to the bed. "System menu. End transmission." I said as fast as humanly possible, awaking in my own body just in time to answer.

"Hey buddy." Edgar said slyly. "My mom wanted to check in on how the dog walking went. Everything ok?" He asked. "Uh totally fine" I responded, trying to hide any unsteadiness from the fact that I had just gotten the naked woman on the bed off, as her. "Make it home ok?" He asked. "Uh yep." I responded.

"Alright, lets cut the bullshit." Edgar said. "I know you snuck up to my room and have been parading around all day with my doll thing. You think our family is dumb enough to not put cameras in the house when we let a kid in from the bad part of town?" I was too shocked to respond. "Uh, I'm sorry..." I managed to say, knowing I was caught red handed.

"Sorry? Sorry won't cut it." Edgar responded. "I knew you would take the bait. I hired one of the nerds to hack your computer to find out who your favorite model was. Now, I hold the cards. I see two ways of going about this. One, I download the footage and send it to the rest of the school."

"And what's the second option?" I asked. "The second option? I delete all the footage. BUT, you come over after school every day for a month and I get to fuck you while you wear the doll." "Make it two weeks." I countered. "Fuck no!" He responded. "I'll send this out to everyone!"

"What other friends do you have to blackmail." I responded. "Fine. Deal." He said.

"One more thing." I added. "After the two weeks, I keep the doll."

"Sure. I'll have no use for that weird thing anyway. Plus I'll just get another better one for my birthday."

"Fuck you. Bye." I said. I instantly grabbed the helmet, switching perspectives back over to Danielle. I was going to have to get used to it anyway. As I got her dressed, I realized things wouldn't be so bad with a knockout's body at my disposal. "I could get used to this view." I said, once again in her voice, back to myself.

Her body was still horny. I had never finished what I started. Reaching down once again, I rubbed my pussy, this time reaching orgasm.

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Heading home, I opened up an OnlyFans page which I had set up using the pics I took of Danielle on the first day. Though Danielle was fairly well known, she had never shown any skin. My pics changed that. People paid hand over fist to see the photos. I had already made a couple thousand in the last two weeks. Now that the doll was mine, I could add to the collection, which I was happy to do every day.

After treating myself to another lengthy and euphoric masturbation session courtesy of Danielle's pussy, I returned to my own body. Looking at the doll laying uninhabited on the bed, I knew my life was about to change for the better.

Invasion of Privacy

"Dude, can you stop posing like that? I don't think I can take it much longer." My friend Brian exclaimed as I leaned my temporary body up against the wall. "You mean don't do thiiiiissss?" I asked, stretching out the syllables while leaning forward to give him a bigger look at my cleavage.

Ever since I got my new Sasha Model First-Person Female Doll, one of my favorite things to do was tease my friend Brian. As much as I love to take it to the club and fuck the first guy I meet, I find it just as much of a thrill to flaunt it, getting the attention of any guy within view.

"C'mon man. You have to finish what you started here." Brian said with sexual frustration all over his face. "That wasn't the deal." I replied. "I pretend to be your girlfriend for one date to make your ex jealous. Nothing else."

"Not even a handjob?" He said. "You're a good friend of mine, but it would be too weird to do that stuff with you while I'm in here! I would never be able to look at you the same again." "But you always told me how good sex is with a pussy!" Brian pouted.

"Well, first of all, I didn't turn on the enhanced sexuality feature, so I'm only attracted to who I'd normally be attracted to. Which isn't you." I explained. "This was supposed to be a date only! It's your fault you can't handle how hot Sasha is."

"Admit it though. She's a fucking smokeshow." Brian added, his eyes not pulling up from my tits. "Speaking of which, I had to turn on the self-attraction block for this date. If not, I'd probably be staring down at my cleavage as much as you! The view is way better from over here." I explained. "Like what you see?" I added, biting a finger, knowing every pair of eyes in the room was trained directly on me.

Brian was intensely frustrated but couldn't look away. "Can you be a good boyfriend and get me a drink?" I asked while pouting. Some of the onlookers noticed. "She's dating him" I imagined them thinking.

Returning with a beer and an apple martini, Brian seemed to have calmed somewhat. I shot him a smirk as we continued our "date".

A few drinks and a few hours later, I returned home. Though I was pretty good with alcohol in my own body, while wearing the doll I was much more of a lightweight. Since Brian lived across town, I let him stay with me, as long as he promised not to try any funny business.

After setting him up in the guest room, I headed back to mine. "System menu. End transmission." I managed to say, and awoke in my own body, albeit very tired since my mind had been working all day. I didn't really leave the doll in a great position, since I was so drunk. Her eyes were even open, not that it mattered.

I removed the helmet from my head and set it down on a nearby table. "I'll get it in the morning." I thought, not wanting to reactivate the system to get her showered and positioned better. Before my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.

Waking the next day, I was still a bit groggy when I heard some noise coming from the bathroom. Getting closer, it sounded like giggles, intermixed with some moans and coos. Peering around the door, I saw Sasha checking herself out. Brian had invaded the doll.

Before she could shove her hand into her panties, I stopped her. "What the fuck man!" I said. "You can't just be using her like that!" "Why did you just leave her lying out then? That's no way to treat a lady. Plus, this is payback for giving me blue balls yesterday." Brian replied in a feminine but sultry voice, the same one I had used when inside.

"How long have you been in there?" I said. "A few hours." He replied. "I turned off all your stupid mental blocks and went to town. It's incredible being a smoking hot chick with massive tits, a perfect face and a tight body. This snatch shoots electric shocks through my body whenever I look at myself! Everything feels different in here. Even running my tongue across her teeth and seeing her tiny hands reminds me who I am and starts this pussy purring."

"It doesn't compare to being a guy either. The orgasms are totally different. A much longer, full body experience. Plus, I've already had two." Brian said, grinning and looking wistfully into space, clutching his tits under one arm.

"Oh my God, I'm totally turning you on." Brian added while glancing down at the growing tent in my pants. "This is hilarious! That's karma, bitch!"

"Look who's talking." I replied, playing it cool. "The only bitch I see in here is you."

"Well unlike you were as a chick, I'm not gonna be a massive cocktease. Get over here." Brian said, walking towards me slowly. As he grabbed my hands and placed them under his on his incredible tits, my opinion began to change. As many times as I had used the doll, I had never fucked with someone else at the controls. This could get interesting.

FPF: Moving Up 3

Getting pounded on a changing room couch was the last place I thought I'd be two days ago. That was before I got promoted. Not in job, but in body. But you already heard all this. Let me take you back to this morning to explain my latest adventure.

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When I woke up, things felt off. As I shifted to the side, I felt a weight falling to the side and onto the bed, restrained. I yawned, a soft and breathy little thing. Reaching a hand up to scratch my chest, I was interrupted by immaculate tits. That's when I realized I was still Emilia.

I felt a ghost of an ache on my tits and pussy, reminding me of my marathon masturbation session last night. In my 50 year old body, I was paunchy and bald. I'd never have a chance with a woman like this. But now, I had full and complete access to that woman. She would stare at me with desire in her eyes every time I'd look in the mirror, drool trailing from her mouth and onto the top of her tits. When I couldn't take it anymore, she'd start masturbating.

That woman was me.

Looking at my reflection made me so warm and wet, much more than my old starter body. Speaking of her, I saw someone new inhabiting her form as I'd left the Porn Doll Productions building. She looked at me with absolute lust in her eyes. Now equipped with the Emilia doll, I'd made it.

Once I got home I masturbated while looking in the mirror all night. And I mean all night. This body was absolutely insatiable, with one orgasm making it even easier to hit the next one. I stopped counting at 6. Before long, I passed out with a breast in my hand and my fingers in my snatch.

When I woke up, I forgot I never ended the session as Emilia. So after a few squeezes of her tits, I quickly ended the transmission and woke for the second time as myself. I still needed to take care of my own body after all! Turns out I was absolutely famished. I left my body with my hand under my leg and it was totally asleep. In a way I didn't give a fuck. My future wasn't in this fat slob of a body, but in the goddess with jiggling tits, a pear of an ass and a fit tight tummy. But I needed to keep my brain alive so I could pilot that body, so I ate some old pasta I had in my fridge to get things back to normal.

The studio wanted me to focus on Emilia's socials today. That was one thing about the body loaner program. I needed to take care of every aspect of this body's life and persona. Given that the Emilia doll was such a big investment for the studio, they told me what to do, but gave me some liberties with exactly how I did it. They wanted her to be a fitness influencer, so I should take some videos working out and playing sports. All with my tits and ass practically falling out of my clothes, of course. They gave me a box with some basic clothing items that fit Emilia, enough to get started but not much. I'd probably need to get some shopping done as well.

After downing my food, I felt myself getting hard thinking of Emilia. I ran back into my room, elated to just be her again. "Begin transmission!"

Waking up back on the bed, I squealed with joy as I hugged myself under my tits, pushing them up to my face. I rubbed my cheek against their smooth tops, giving a lick just because.

Stripping down, I tried to restrain myself as I felt my pussy start get creamy at the sight (and feel) of myself. I threw on a sports bra which put tons of pressure on my tits, which kind of turned me on more. Slipping some leggings up my smooth thighs and wide hips completed my look as a sexy gym bunny.

After filming a quick outfit check for her Tik Tok, I started decided to head out. Grabbing the keys to my beater of a car, I had my hand on the doorknob before I realized my body was thrumming with heat. Why shouldn't it be? I saw cavernous cleavage every time I looked down. Just moving in this body, looking at her neatly manicured nails, sighing in her voice and feeling the soft skin on her arms reminded me the sculpture of a human I now was.

I decided I needed some relief and walked over to my bed and slid my leggings down. No need to whip the girls out, this would be a quickie. It wasn't long before those manicured fingers were sliding in and out of my new pussy.

At the gym I decided to work legs to give Emilia's ass a boost. In my old body, I wouldn't have ever set foot in a gym. But in this body, I ran it. I got looks from every guy and girl at the gym, all of them probably gawking at my scandalous cleavage. The studio gave me access to the gym memory package so my lack of experience wasn't a problem. I always liked to keep those off, even when I was Crystal, so it would feel like I was a guy who got lost and found himself inside a woman's body. But in situations like these, it made sense.

I propped up her phone and took a bunch of vids. I sent them off to Lu Kim, who approved the hottest one and posted it for me on her socials.

After that, I decided to head to the mall to buy some clothes to parade this new porn bot around in. The memory packages for this were interesting. They had fashion sense packages, but each kind of had their own flavor. "System menu: read available fashion packages." I said with my locked phone up to my ear so people wouldn't think I was a crazy woman. I heard narration back to me like I was hearing it, but I knew the system was just stimulating my neurons directly to give me the illusion of noise. "Available fashion packages: Goth. Businesswoman. Stripper. Sporty. Hipster. Mainstream." I decided to go with sporty to fit the studio's instructions. Didn't want to piss them off by showing up as goth Emilia or I might lose these knockers.

"System menu. Activate sporty fashion package."

Immediately I felt associations with all the clothes flood my mind. This padded sports bra would give my tits good support at the gym. These yoga pants would make my ass look huge. That sundress? Perfect for showing off my calves.

I decided to grab a tight brown dress that would show off the work I just put in on these glutes. I decided to head to a changing room to get some privacy. The fashion package told me I should make sure I get the size that fit me nice and snug. The me part of me just wanted another chance to ogle the tits that were teasing me from the bottom of my vision.

Slipping on the dress, it looked good. Tight on the ass, but I didn't like how the cross straps went with the ... wait. This wasn't me. "System menu. Deactivate fashion packages." Instantly all the thoughts about the look went away. It was just me. And this female body in the mirror was turning me on.

"Excuse me. Ma'am is everything OK in there?" My revelry was interrupted by a male voice from outside. I slipped everything on and cracked the door. "You've been in here for quite awhile, and some of the customers have been complaining about, uhh, noises." He was a younger man, kind of scrawny but not the worst I'd seen.

"Yeah, all good!" I replied. "Actually, I had a little issue getting the straps right. Can you help me?" I followed his gaze down to my cavernous cleavage inside the dress. Grabbing his arm, I pulled him in before closing and locking the door behind us. "Can you help make sure these are adjusted right?" I pointed to the straps over my chest. "Umm... are you sure I can touch?" He asked before I grabbed his hands and pushed them down flat on my tits.

It wasn't long before I was giving him a titjob to get the dress for free.

Disappointingly, he blew his load three pumps in, leaving me desperately horny. I figured repeating the process at another store would get me some free clothes and the dick I so desperately needed.

FPF: Moving Up 2

I walked into the room where the doll was being held. I couldn't wait to turn in my balding scalp and paunchy belly for some flowing blonde hair and incredible tits. This was only possible thanks to a new company which lets users wear and keep First-Person Female dolls... as long as you shot porn for them. But I explained that all before.

Where I expected to see a doll laying lifeless on the bed in front of me, I saw a woman deep in heat, her fingers rubbing up and down her tender clit.

"Looks like one of the executives decided to take Emilia here for a ride!" Bernie, the director who oversaw my new upgrade, said. Since they owned the company, they were pretty much given free reign to do what they wanted with the dolls. Laughing slightly, he asked, "Who's inside that pretty frame?"

"Aahh" she moaned gently. "It's ... aahhh ... Lu Kim in here" his slight Malaysian accent blending with the doll's voice. "I heard this model was coming in. I had to take these babies out for a spin before the long-term guy started to use her all the time!" Lu in Emilia leaned left to right, the tits wobbling off to the side. By this point he had grabbed the vibrator and was pushing it against his tight opening with all the strength he could muster.

"Hey you, give me a hand??" He asked, licking his lips. "This body is different. I need dick baaaad. And it's either you or grandpa over here." He said, gesturing to Bernie.

Without even checking to see if Bernie was offended I pounced on the bed. When would I ever get another opportunity to fuck a girl this hot? She was already halfway to an orgasm and was begging for it. I threw off my clothes, nearing her body. She climbed on and started to ride.

"Ohhh yes." Lu moaned. "You have no idea how good this feel for me. Have fun dealing with this sex drive, new guy."

As I looked up and saw the 30H cup tits bouncing above me, I wondered how it would feel for them to be on my chest, to be in my view as my dripping pussy was pounded. That lovely face with those luscious lips, mine when I looked in the mirror.

Every guy I passed would kill to be exactly where I was right now.

The goddess bouncing on my cock paired with the thoughts of being inside her head later was sending me over the edge. Luckily, the doll had also reached a breaking point. "Don't stop... I'm gonna... I'm cumming!!!" Lu said as he picked up the pace to a climax, his borrowed tits bouncing everywhere.

I fell back to catch my breath. "Not bad, new guy." Lu breathed. "I'll ride out her afterglow then get out. I've got a meeting at four anyway." He slipped on the bikini he had the doll in. "Oh yeah. Her pussy's a little full. But you only have yourself to blame for that one!"

"System menu. End transmission."

Emilia fell back, Lu's conciousness having left her supple frame. Now Emilia was open. Open for me.

"That was great, boy!" I looked over my shoulder. Bernie was there, with a camera. Apparently he had gotten it all on tape. "Looks like you weren't inside this doll for it's first shoot! Well, maybe you were. Ha ha ha!"

I was too excited to laugh. I walked towards the chair I was to leave my own body in when inhabiting Emilia, and the helmet that would put me there.

"Go ahead boy, try her on! You've earned it." Bernie said. I laid back in the chair, taking the helmet in my hands and settling it upon my head. It had two metal pads that rested over my eyes, which would convert her visual input into my own.

Well, here goes. "Begin transmission!"

I felt weak, then fell back before everything went dark. For a split second, I only percieved darkness. Then, boom.

I sat up, gasping in what I registered as a soft and sultry voice. A strand of blonde hair darted across my vision, reaching up to clear it out of the way, I saw my manicured blue nails come up for inspection. They wore a variety of gold rings. On her neck, my neck, was a gold medallion with the logo of the studio on the tag. The only reminder that this was in fact a mechanical body.

I looked over, seeing my old body on the bed. Even though I had done this as Crystal, from inside Emilia I seemed especially grotesque. Not important, given that my new body was anything but.

Bernie's speech snapped my out of my introspective trance. "Grab her fuckin' tits already!" He said. It was true, I had left the best for last.

I looked down to see two of the most incredible breasts I had ever seen attached to my chest. Reaching up my dainty and feminine hands, I gave them a squeeze. Whoa. Even doing that sent a rush of pleasure through my body, ending in my forehead and causing my vision to blur and me to throw my head back.

I sat up, pulling the bikini top off of each nipple. I gave them a squeeze, taking time to dance across them. Even this simple action was getting me going, more than a little riled up.

I looked across the room and saw Bernie drooling behind the camera. Even though this body was fresh out of some wild sex, it was raring to go again. I shrugged and reached my hand down my pants. Might as well give him a little show.

FPF: Moving Up

As the dick pounded into me I happily convulsed around it. Looking up at the lights and cameras in front of me I felt a wetness splash across my stomach and tits. The moneyshot. Shooting was over for today.

Bernie, the director, stood up and said "That's a wrap! Great work today everyone. By the way, Randy, can I see you for a bit before you take off?" He was talking about me. Randy Miller. Even though I look like an edgy goth chick, I used to be a 50 year old garbage man. In fact, I still am a 50 year old man sometimes, even though I've left my old life behind. Let me explain.

Two years ago, I lived in the suburbs of Detroit, picking up trash in the mornings before returning to my wife Brenda, who I had been unhappily married to for the last 10 years. My life was hell. So when I came home one day to find Brenda sucking off the manager of the Walmart she worked at, I left her, defeated, looking for a change.

Couch surfing for weeks only proceeded to worsen my mood. More time alone left me more time for the internet. It gave me physical pain to see girls on instagram partying on the beach, dancing and drinking for more money than I had ever seen. And if they were willing to take off their clothes, more money than I would see in a lifetime. I had heard of people far richer than me using the new First Person Female dolls to weasel their way into this lifestyle. Too bad they cost about 10 times my annual salary.

When cleaning out rubbish bins one day, a shiny foiled ad caught my eye. It was for a company called "Porn Doll Productions". The text read "Ever wanted to live (and earn) like a star for a day? Been envious of how much attention girls get while you're alone? Call the number below!"

Though I was skeptical, I was burned out enough to give it a shot.

A man picked up, introducing himself as Bernie in a hoarse voice. What he said next shocked me. His company would lend you a First Person Female doll, and provide payment and housing if you signed a contract to shoot exclusively with his company. He claimed buying the dolls, while higher in cost upfront, made sense financially since desperate folks would take lower salaries for the opportunity.

So that's exactly what I did. For the past year I've worked as "Crystal" a punk-looking doll who was lower tier and reserved for beginners. People came and went from her body after deciding this racket wasn't for them. Even though her body wasn't amazing and she never came more than once, I got used to it, and with my hardworking persona inside wasn't long before Crystal's form got a small following.

"Hey Randy. Great work today man." Bernie said. "You really wear her body like no one else. Honest! I've never seen Crystal ride that hard before."

"Thanks boss." My voice sounding higher coming from the doll's vocal cords, but I was used to it after hearing my screams though them for the past hour. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it. You can't really call it work when you get to have sex all day."

"That's true. But I'm a little surprised you say that." Bernie replied. "What do you mean?" I asked back.

"Well, as dolls go, Crystal is at the bottom of the barrel. Her pleasure level is barely above a guy's for Christ's sake! She's been around for years. That pussy has been ran through."

"Gee, thanks." I responded. Even though it wasn't my body, I wore Crystal's form pretty often, even out to the clubs sometimes. Although the other girls always seemed to get more attention than me.

"Well Randy, today is your lucky day. You've been putting in lots of good work recently. I think it's time you moved to a more permanent host."

My heart jumped at the thought. Even though my life as a pornstar was way better than my previous one, I knew what this meant. The permanent hosts were legitimately stunning.

"The other big dogs here and I have been talking. We really think you have it in you. That's why we're going to trust you with one of the biggest advancements in First Person Female dolls so far. Instead of copying this form from one model, we've taken the best parts of a few and put them together."

"So you mean..." I stuttered. "Yep. This doll is a perfect 10 in all aspects. Not just physical. Her sensitivity is through the roof and cumming does nothing to decrease her drive." Bernie responded. "I took her for a spin myself earlier. Wanna check out some pics of your new ride?" He leaned over, showing me his phone.

Bernie laughed to himself. "Her name's Emilia. Look at that body. Perfect face, piercing eyes, nice and fit. You can't see it here, but I'm dripping wet just looking at myself. Plus her tits are a size 30H."

I was flooded with emotion. Soon, I was going to be a blonde bombshell, ready to command the attention of everyone around me. Where I walked, people would stop talking and look. Plus, with a body like that, my financial worries were over.

"Wanna see those bad boys in action? Bernie asked." He pulled out a video of himself inside Emilia, shaking his tits everywhere.

My hard work had finally paid off. I was going to finally have the life of my dreams.

French Possession

Pauline was the new french exchange student in my class. I was totally obsessed with her. She had this unique way of dressing that wasn't like the other girls. On top of that, her body was incredible. It was tough to tell under the thick sweaters and loose button-ups that she wore, but I could just see the outlines of her braless tits jumping up and down with every step. Her accent was such a turn-on, and I would get a boner every time she answered a question in class.

So one day, I mustered up the courage to ask her out. I was a pretty big nerd and had never gotten any attention from girls before, but I figured she was just too cute that I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by.

"Hey Pauline, uhh, well, I don't know how to say this but..." I stammered.

"Oui?" She responded.

"I was wondering, uhh, if you wanted to maybe go out with me Saturday night?" I asked, and looked deep into her eyes.

She just reached her hand up to cover her mouth and giggle. I had my hands in my pockets, my heart thumping as I awaited an answer.

"Hey look! Anderson has a boner!" I heard one of the jocks yell. I felt horrible as I ran away to hide in the band room until lunch ended.

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That night, I was stewing in my room. I hated the amount of power that girls like Pauline held, while I couldn't do anything to improve my social status. No matter how much I tried, I could never see her naked or feel her delicious skin brush over mine. Unless I was her.

I fired up my computer and loaded up possession.com. I had only ever been on here once before, but I had found it a bit too unethical for my tastes. Maybe it was just today's events, but I was willing to do something drastic.

I typed in her name, and boom. She was available. She had a detailed profile listed that spilled all the juicy details of her life before trying it on for size.

Name: Pauline Sorinot
Age: 18 Years
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 pounds
Times Possessed: 4
Breast Size: 30DD.
Hometown: Toulouse, France
Occupation: High school student. On exchange and currently studying in America.
Relationship History: Currently single. Enjoys casual sex with multiple partners.
Sexual History: 7 partners, all male. Reaches orgasm from masturbation much easier than from sex.
Personality: Elitist but fun-loving. Places high importance on social status. Frequents bars and clubs.
Libido: High. Needs orgasms daily to keep hormones at bay. Averages 3 orgasms per session with a 4 minute minimum time to orgasm.
Responsiveness: High. Nipples extremely sensitive. Prefers clitoral to vaginal stimulation.
Special Features: Fluent in french.
Cost: $$$

Photo gallery:

Her pussy was soaking the second I got in

Loving how her pineapple shampoo smells

Tits like this on a body this tight? Un-fucking-believable

Can't believe it took me 52 years before I tried having one of these things. Pure heaven.

Make sure you take this thing for a spin. Bottom right dresser drawer, under the panties.

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I couldn't believe I hadn't checked this out before. There were pictures of my biggest crush ever with tits out and pussy wide open for anyone to see. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I felt my hair stand on end. Not only could I see them, but the opportunity was there for me to get inside her body and play with it to my heart's content. My mind was made up, but scrolling on I found some reviews.

Pauline was a student of mine last semester. She wasn't as popular as some of the other girls, but I knew she was absolutely stacked after taking a look at her instagram. So I decided to call in sick one day and try her life on for size. It was surreal walking around school in the clothes of an 18 year old girl and getting checked out by everyone. Not wanting to wait until I got home, I was able to get off in class by repeatedly pulling up my panties so they slid against my clit. After getting so wet I could feel my thighs sticking together, I faked some broken english and pulled one of the jocks behind the bleachers to fuck me senseless. 5 stars, will come back soon!

I'm retired and more or less spend what money I have less possessing girls. I've tried all kinds of girls. Black, white, pudgy, tiny, tall, short and everything in between. With Pauline, I was searching for something I'd never had before - a tits only orgasm. I heard her tits were off the charts in terms of sensitivity, so I knew she was worth spending a day in to try it. It works. Her tits are like firecrackers, and you won't be able to stop squeezing. The trick for the tits orgasm is to start light, just teasing her nipples and light squeezes, then slowly build up until you feel like you're twisting so hard her nipple might come clear off. By the way, make sure you fake a french accent while in there if you don't buy memories. Her host family was shocked when I talked normally!

Used my 10 minute free trial on Pauline to use her memories to do my French homework. I heard about some guys taking over their Spanish teacher to do the same, so I figured why not. Once inside, I knew getting any work done was a pipe dream. I took some awesome photos to beat off to later. Still some of my favorites, since I know that cute girl is hiding a guy inside. Hopefully will be able to afford a longer trip one day, but for right now I'm all set with the pics I took.

At this point there was no turning back. I punched in my credit card details and pulled the onscreen slider for a one hour possession.

As soon as I pushed down and clicked, I found myself staring out into a marble filled bathroom. My gasps for air were feminine and higher pitch, an indication that the possession had worked. My head spun until I caught my new reflection, that of Pauline, in the full length mirror.

Looking down, I saw that Pauline's tits were out. Perfect for me, since I now had easy access to them. They were soft, sensitive, and a dream to touch. I'm not exaggerating when I say touching them felt as good as rubbing my dick. I kept up with the teasing until I was an absolute waterfall downstairs.

Now that I was my crush, I couldn't be rejected. Her tits were my tits, and I could touch them with no questions asked. She wouldn't have thought twice about me, but now she could give me all the attention I deserved. I got started on my exploration of Pauline's body.