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.