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.