FPF: Filling In Finale

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I sat in the kitchen of Darrell's place, sucking the pussy juice off my finger after what must have been my 4th masturbation session of the day. This body, and its big tits, were addictive. But I was going to lose them soon. And after today's events, probably never get them back.

See, my name's Sammy, a broke music store manager who would have never been able to get into this body without some extraordinary circumstances happening. So I had to take advantage of Darrell and the new body he had moved into part-time. This body was hot, even more so from the inside. Even though I'm straight, the way the director's dick had made me feel was incredible. A shudder passed over me as I remembered his cock buried deep in my center, a finger flicking my clit as he slammed in and out of me.

After one last orgasm, I'd made up my mind. I was leaving, and taking this body with me. I'd take this body, and my old one and fly down to Mexico, where I couldn't be found. There had to be a module for Spanish or something. Either way, I had become addicted to this body, these massive tits and these thunderous orgasms.

I hopped out of my body, Danielle falling lifeless on the couch in an unnatural pose. Damn I was hungry! No time to wait though, Darrell was coming home that night and I needed to be long gone by then. Dreams of that body kept me going as I set my plan into action.

Hopefully this would be my permanent body from now on. My scrawny form was easy to smush into a suitcase. I slammed on the helmet and entered the cell-over-cyborg body once again.

I got dressed, renting a private jet with the last of my savings (I can't check myself in a bag!). This body would make it easy enough to earn all that and more back anyway. I told the pilot to head to Tijuana - just across the border but hopefully out of Darrell's detection.

My heart was thumping under my buoyant tits as the plane picked up. Was I going to get away with this? Even with the stress of the situation, I couldn't keep myself from getting slick when I stared down into my cleavage. So when the fasten seatbelt sign dimmed, I headed to the bathroom for some more pleasuring of this insatiable body and pussy.

This body. I still hadn't gotten sick of it. I reached down to tease my tingling pussy, when everything went black.

I woke up somewhere cramped and dark. It didn't take me long to realize I was inside the suitcase, with the helmet on. Where it had a bunch of status lights, they were all dark. Reaching my hand into the crack I'd left myself for ventilation, I pushed the suitcase open. Looking out, I saw Danielle, moving on her own!

"Sammy. You fucking idiot." She said, stepping out of the cockpit. The plane seemed to lurch and turn back the way it came.

"Darrell?" I asked. "Is that you? How are you in control of Danielle without the helmet?"

"You think you're the first person to try this?" He said. "I have a master helmet I brought with me. When Edgar did it, I had my suspicions. But I never thought you'd be bright enough to think about running away."

"Wait. You let that asshole Edgar body sit for you last time?" I asked.

"Yeah, he owed me a favor, plus he gave me the body after all. But just like you, he got addicted to what the body had to offer and tried to up and leave. I thought I could trust him because he acted so disgusted by being a woman. But I was smart enough to never fully trust that rich bastard." Darrell said.

"So you can track the body?" I asked, still puzzled.

"Yeah, pretty much everything. I can track the location at all times and see if it's in use. By the way, you should probably eat something. People die in bodies sometimes if they don't come out."

It was true. My body ached, and not just from being stuffed into the suitcase.

"That's not all. I can go in as a passenger too. See what she sees, hear what she hears. I know you masturbated as her - who wouldn't. I even rode out an orgasm in the tub with you."

I gulped. Hopefully that was it.

"I hopped in at the shoot, seemed to be going well, but I didn't expect you to be riding the photographer's cock when I checked on you a few hours later. I didn't want to chew you out 'til I got back, but clearly when I saw the body and the helmet heading to LAX I had to intervene."

I stared blankly.

"I really thought I could trust you. At least thought you would be too dumb to mess around with the mental settings. But looks like nobody can handle the forbidden fruit. So here's what's gonna happen. I'm taking this body home. As soon as we land, you're walking home, ubering, whatever."

"Please." I begged. "Give me another chance. I'll do anything for another day in that skin."

"You had your chance. Danielle is more than mine, she's me now. I've basically been living as her for more than a year. Hell, all my cars are in her name! I can't risk losing her." Darrell/Danielle responded.

I needed to do something. My energy, my rage built up now that this body was lost. In a moment of panic, I charged. Before he realized, Darrell was on the ground.

Yelping as his tits smushed into the airplane floor, he managed to squeak out, "System menu: Max strength." Immediately, Danielle's body received a surge of superhuman strength. Holding my arms together, I was shoved into the airplane lavatory before the door locked behind me.

"I thought I could trust you. Have fun never having tits and a pussy again!" Darrell said, walking away.

I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands. I'd never get that back. The best days of my life had been spent as someone else - not as me. Now knowing what life could be like from behind a supermodel's eyes, how could I go back?

I still couldn't get the mental images of Danielle from the inside out of my head. They were so fresh, but so artificial.

Ashamed, I unzipped my pants and opened Danielle's TikTok. Her body was beautiful, all consuming. I felt lust rush through me as I flipped through the photos. Even as a male, I had to have it. I began to jerk off, thinking of the body I had - and would never again have.

Being my MILF Neighbor

 Everyone had heard the rumors.

Mrs. Santini, a woman who lived in my neighborhood (and was admittedly super hot) had been acting different.

Where before, she was soft spoken and reserved, speaking in her soft accent, people said that her personality had become overtly sexual almost overnight. Moans poured from her house, and she'd been seen flashing her tits or sneaking into back alleyways with people I knew from my senior class. 

But those were just rumors.

At least that was what I thought until I saw Gil, a big oaf of a bully, whip out a video in the parking lot of him fucking Mrs. Santini, her big tits flopping everywhere as her pussy got pounded.

With this, the rumors were all but confirmed. 

"How did you pull that off?" I asked him later, to the side.

"Because she saw my big dick and immediately dropped her pants. Duh." Gil responded.

I didn't really buy that, so I decided to do my own investigation. After school one day, I tailed Gil from a safe distance as he and his gang posted up outside of a shed attached to the woodshop classroom. Sneaking into the classroom, I listened through the cracked door. It seemed like a pair of footsteps were approaching. 

"Is this the spot?" I immediately recognized the voice as Toby, another less than savory character who moved in the same circles as Gil.

"Yeah. 200 bucks to go in, you get 50 back for each of us you let fuck her. Deal?" Gil said.

"How long I got?" Toby asked. 

"1 hour. We'll text her phone when you have 5 min left. Try to at least get her alone cause she tends to bug out otherwise."

"Ok. Deal. Y'all aren't fucking shit though. I'm taking some pics for the spank bank and that's it." Toby said as I heard a rattle of a wooden sounding door open. 

I heard the voices go inside the shed and become muffled. My heart pumping, I went outside and again looked through a crack in the slats of the shed. I saw Toby's gangly body crawl into a trapdoor on the ground. As soon as he disappeared inside, the door slammed shut on it's own accord.

"That dude is definitely gonna let us hit. After orgasm #1 he'll be addicted." Gil said stepping away. I heard his friends laugh as they walked away. I turned around, running through the door to the woodshop and far away, even as I heard them yell after the noise. 

That night, I snuck back to the shed to see what was up. Going inside, I pulled open that trapdoor and found a slanted tunnel. It didn't make a ton of sense to me, but if Toby had paid 200 bucks to see what was down here then I was gonna check it out. 

There was a tiny speck of light down at the end of the tunnel. Crawling towards it, I had a shock when I heard the door slam behind me! The only way now was forward. Moving forward, I saw the speck become larger, coming into focus. I saw motion as the picture became clearer and looked more like a camera shot. I was shocked when I saw them. 

Tits, big tits were spilling off of a chest. As the view got clearer, I could see down between the legs. Panties, and no cock in sight. Sounds and even what felt like touch became even more prominent as the blackness faded away.

"Is this a woman?" I said aloud. "Is tha woam" I heard a feminine voice say, overlayed with where my voice should be. 

"No, no, not again. Please don't do anything to my body." I heard a voice pleading. The accent sounded familiar. "No more sex, please. I can't take any mo -" I focused on stopping speaking and the mouth snapped shut. It seemed like my control over this body was slowly growing. 

Redoubling my focus, I tried to get the body to stand up. It turned, pushing and wobbling unsteadily from side to side. The tits swung pendulously before resting, centered. Trying the legs, I pushed and they pushed, putting me upright. I took inventory of the place and I noticed my vantage point seemed a bit below where I was used to.

"Ok, let's try walking." I said, the voice now coming through crystal clear. All vestiges of the accent were gone, replaced by my own. It felt kind of like my legs were numb as I teetered on these wider, unfamiliar appendages. My boobs bounced, and I instinctually moved two hands up to soften the bobbling as I went forward.

Turning into what was a bathroom, I jumped as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Mrs. Santini! The my mouth dropped, and my MILF neighbor's did the same.

All of a sudden it clicked. The weird behavior, the meeting behind the school, the offers for sex, her pleading to stop, it all clicked into place. The trapdoor was a portal. A portal into Mrs. Santini's mind. Where I now was. 

I found eyes begin to wander down to the two massive globes attached to my borrowed chest. They looked good. Once my hands went up, they felt even better. This female skin had more give, more softness, and the breasts were the softest part. Kneading them sent pulses of warmth through my supple frame. The desire seemed to focus into my nipples, and I gave them slight tweaks and twists, using my manicured fingernails to multiply the pleasurable pain. 

"Ahh" I felt leave my mouth, involuntarily. I laughed to myself, a light titter after passing through the filter of Santini's vocal cords. 

Well, from what I heard earlier, I only had an hour in here, and as an 18 year old boy who had never seen tits other than on a screen, I was like a fox let loose in the henhouse. No way were we stopping here.

All this exploration had been seriously turning me on, but in new and unfamiliar ways. Instead of a boner sprouting between my legs, I felt a warmth in my tummy and an anxiety in my crotch kind of like having to pee, but different. I didn't take a look until I felt a few drops of something running down my leg - my own grool. Reaching down I wiped it off. The substance formed webs between the points of my manicured hands as I splayed my fingers.

"Let's get more comfy." I said to myself aloud, putting a shit eating grin on my MILFy face. By this point, I was 100% in control, I noted. Even if my proprioception was off from the unfamiliar shape, the muscles responded to my command as easily as they would in my own body.

Arriving in the master bedroom, I plopped down on the bed. A full length mirror was up on her wall, and I stared at the big titted woman copying my every movement. I spread my legs and got ready to urge this pleasure through me. 

Touching my finger to both labia, I pulled it up as I savored the sensations. At the top, the folds closed together and formed into a tiny nub. As soon as I bumped into it, I was rewarded with the strongest wave of pleasure I'd yet felt. Going back and forth, I kept feeling the pleasure waves on this button at the top of my slit, so naturally I focused there. I tried a few motions, tapping it repeatedly, pushing down on it, until I started to rub left and right on this spot like a deejay. I felt the pleasure crescendo as I kept up this motion.

"Whoaaah, ok, yep, we're doing that." I said to myself as the pleasure rose to heights beyond what I had ever felt in my male masturbation sessions. The sensations rose and rose, and...

Boom. My legs began to spaz, outside my control. My pussy clenched, my legs shake again and again, and the cycle continued. On and on and on. The pleasure reached a peak and didn't come down. I fell back on the bed, a breathless heap of hair and tits. 

As the stars faded from my vision. I glanced around. "Oh shit!" I said. "Oh, shitttt." I repeated as I realized the possibilities.

It looked like Gil and everyone else had accumulated a collection of sex toys from their trips to Mrs. Santini. They lined the nightstand, and some were strewn on the floor nearby. I had never really thought much of what sex toys would feel like for a woman, but then again I had never thought I would have the corresponding equipment. 

"Damn. Too bad I already came." I said. But the horniness was still there. As a male, it would have rapidly subsided, giving way to post nut clarity. There was no such dropoff now. I wanted - no, more than that - craved more stimulation. And these toys were the way to get it and then some. 

I grabbed the classic - a magic wand. Turning it on, I backed off at the roar it gave. Was I ready for this? Before I could think, I touched it to that pleasure button. 

Whoa! I had to pull back. That was insane. Ten times the stimulation my finger could deliver. After the orgasm though, a bit of overstimulation. I eased it back on, and the pleasure roared back up. I flopped around, turning each way to find the best angle of attack onto my pussy button -  the clit as I remembered learning in health class. 

Before I could get to orgasm #2, I heard footsteps in the hallway. "Shit, shit, shit." I said to myself as I turned off the wand and threw it aside. My pussy was throbbing and pulsing. I'd definitely call it blue balls if I actually had balls.

"Babe, that you?" I heard a man's voice ask. The door opened and I saw who I knew to be her husband. "Did I hear you masturbating in here?" He asked. I stared at him, the horniness still there and somehow growing stronger. I realized I was nude and the room reeked a salty pussy smell. There was no denying it. I could either fight this or get the release I so desperately craved.

"Take your clothes off and fuck me now." I commanded. He didn't need to be told twice. 

Although I never thought I would get it on with a man, he had the equipment needed to get me where I needed to go. I pulled him into me and shoved my tits into his face as he frantically undressed.

Taking his dick, I tapped it against my tits, rubbing them up and down the shaft. Before long, it was rock solid and ready to help soothe the burning between my legs.

I let him suck my nipples as I kept rubbing my pussy. I leaned and fell onto my back, and spread my legs open, giving him every clue that I needed to be filled that instant. 

He rubbed his cock up and down my pussy before taking the plunge. I felt my walls spread as it was buried deep inside. I closed my eyes, relishing in the waves of pleasure rushing over me. The immaculate tits didn't escape my detection and I juggled them up and down, loving the ability to grab them whenever I wanted. 

I took it all, reaching a peak until I shook once more, convulsing around the shaft buried so deep within me. 

I came down, then back up. I was ready for another, closer, closer, closer! 

Until, I felt her vision pull away from me. I lost connection to her senses, her arms going numb from my perspective. The phantom pleasure still remained as I was pulled back through the tunnel, the vision once again vanishing into a speck. 

I felt myself land in warm grass. I was exhausted from the whole experience. Was it a dream? It certainly hadn't felt that way. 

"Hey, nerd." I heard an aggressive and boorish voice cry out. "You owe us big time." 

I gulped. Gil.

FPF: Filling In 7

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"Better enjoy these tits while I've got em." I said to myself as I snapped a POV shot of my temporary knockers. "Darrell is gonna be fucking pissed."

Earlier that day, I was at the photoshoot which was pretty much the sole reason that I got to wear the First-Person Female doll and Darrell's alter ego, Danielle, in the first place. But after shutting off all the modules which made living in her body second nature, I was stuck in a foreign body - and acting like it. Mike, the young and successful director of photography for the magazine, had called me back to resume shooting. But I was flustered. What would I do?

"Danielle? Are you ready to keep going?" Mike asked. "Coming!" I said, walking in the way I remembered myself doing earlier under the safe guidance of the modules. I was still pretty turned on from all the groping that had gone on earlier and the long stroke of my pussy which I allowed myself. But that was before I realized that some of the other models were smoking hot. I mean, shit, I had barely even paid them attention before, stuck in my own world. But the other girls that the agency was shooting in different parts of the mansion were also super hot. My eyes were drawn to one. Her tits weren't as big as mine, that was a given, but her proportions were amazing and she cut a fine hourglass figure.

"Um... Danielle, can we get started? You're looking over at Sabrina right now." I guess I had been caught staring. But god damn, could you blame me?

"I was thinking we could shoot together?" Panicking, and still horny, I threw out the first thing that came to mind. "Well we weren't planning to. But sure, I think that could be fun!" Mike added. "Sabrina, can you come over here a sec?"

"Sure thing Mike!" She said in a cheery, upbeat way. Her personality was as big a turn on as her body and I could already feel my pussy lips sliding together as a damp spot appeared on my thankfully dark bikini bottom.

"Hey Danielle! I'm loving that piece on you. Is that by Fashionista Swimwear?" She asked.

My male mind had absolutely no clue, and being in front of a goddess whose beauty was frying my brain. "Yeah, I think so?" I stated. "But I'd really like to see you in it." As soon as I said the words my breath caught in my throat. This was gonna give me away.

"Hm, OK! Miriam, do we have this in a 30 Triple D?" I guess my disguise as Danielle was paying off since she went along with what I said without a hitch.

After an eternity of pussy throbbing denial, she came back, decked out in the same bikini as me. Mike pushed us together, and we started posing.

Even though my tits were huge, I couldn't take my eyes off hers. I must have been looking at them in over half of the shots.

I was so worried about modelling and posing, but it didn't really seem hard at all. This body was so perfect, any way I moved it just happened to look hot. I did get more critiques than before from Mike, but I seemed to be OK for the most part.

"See something you like girlie?" Sabrina asked, tracking my gaze.

"I mean, yeah, who wouldn't!" I said, not shifting my eyes for a sec. "Can I take 'em for a spin?"

"Uhh, OK", she said, her voice faltering. "I mean, we're both girls here. As long as I can do the same to yours."

I reached out, past my own tits, and grabbed hers with my manicured hands. They felt a little softer, but otherwise pretty close to mine. Sabrina did the same, taking my gargantuan tits in her tiny hands.

"Danielle, I have no idea how you carry these around all day!" She said, smiling and laughing. "Your back must be super strong!"

"Yeah, but they're so much fun to play with." I added, trying my best to keep the extreme sexual thrill I was getting from all this under the surface.

We changed outfits and did a few more scenes together, and I still couldn't stop my eyes from bouncing between her tits and mine.

"This is great girls. Anything else you wanted to do today?" Mike added after a few good sessions.

Figuring I would try my luck, I let something out: "We should both do a couple nude shots!"

"Um... Danielle, you know our magazine doesn't do nudes. We're pretty big and that could hurt our brand." Mike said.

"Yeah, I don't do nudes either. And I thought you told me before that part of your career was behind you?" Sabrina added.

"C'mon, just a few?" I pouted, bouncing my tits up and down by acting more animated than necessary.

"Well, if you insist, I guess we can take a few. Don't be surprised if these don't get into print though." Mike said.

Not wanting to disappoint, I threw on some red lingerie before baring my tits for the world to see. Even Sabrina was speechless.

"Wow, um, those are incredible." Mike stuttered. Even though he took photos of half naked girls for a living, these bad boys were enough to make him lose his cool.

We took photos for longer than expected. Sabrina left, and it was just me and Mike.

"How are you liking these pics?" I asked.

"They're amazing, just not something I can print." Mike replied.

"Well maybe you can keep them for your, ahem, personal use." I added, leaning into the tension. Maybe adding the block was smart. Danielle's body was clearly attracted to Mike.

"Why would I use photos when I have the real thing right here?" He said, walking in my direction.

We stared into each other's eyes, pressing our chests together, before locking lips. And that's the story of how I ended up fucking the director of photography for the magazine Darrell so desperately wanted to impress.

Yep, he was going to be pissed.

Possession.com Experience 2

After spending some time in Laura Myers, you were ready to move up to a better bod. Under the trending profiles, you saw this one come up. Are you taking her for a spin or do you keep scrolling?

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Body Description

Name: Jenny Mishke
Age: 23 Years
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125 pounds
Times Possessed: 12
Breast Size: 30 E.
Occupation: Barista at Sunbucks Coffee.
Relationship History: Polyamorous, no steady boyfriend
Sexual History: 38 partners, 4 female.
Personality: Quirky and artsy. Writes poetry during her free time. Extremely kinky and sexual in private.
Libido: High. Open to having sex with new people and frequently does. Masturbates most nights.
Responsiveness: Moderate. Constant vibrator use has slightly desensitized this body's clitoris.
Cost: $$

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Jenny was always the cute girl at the coffeeshop who I'd stare at in the mornings. It wasn't until one hot day when she wore a tank top instead of her usual sweaters or baggy t-shirts that I realized she was hiding a massive rack. I spent my whole free trial just shaking her tits around nonstop. They're so big, especially on her thin frame. I was so enamored with them I totally forgot about her pussy. Next time.

The guys from the office and I have been taking turns in this liberal slut's body. When we saw the barista from the coffeeshop at the climate protest we knew she was using that big-boobed body all wrong. We were shocked when we saw all the guys on her phone - she was having tons of sex on the side! She definitely believes in female empowerment or whatever. Anyway, we stopped fucking those guys and switched to other guys from the firm. As an new employee, I've been inside quite a bit recently, but I'm just trying to get a promotion, that's all. I'd be lying if I didn't say all the orgasms were nice though.

My husband's birthday was coming up so I thought I'd surprise him by showing up in Jenny's young body. He was always so flustered at the coffeeshop, and I wanted to surprise him. I know it's not conventional, but I'm not getting any younger and I'd rather do this than have his mind wander. Once inside, I was shocked how on edge she always is. I couldn't stop myself from pouncing on my husband! Her body was insatiable and had me howling as I bounced up and down on his dick. Once he saw me have 4 convulsive orgasms, he sheepishly asked if he could have a turn inside. Here he is as I teach him how good a vibrating dildo feels. He looks so shy and cute from behind her eyes!

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Hope you enjoyed! Might start doing these one offs as a way to write some shorter stories so I can publish more often. I'm also thinking about writing commissions with follow-ups on what you do in these bodies, so let me know if this is something that interests you.

FPF: Filling In 6

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I rolled up and parked the car in front of the large manor in the hills of LA. I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself and adjusting my hair. I hefted my tits in my loose top which could barely handle their immense size. It was finally time for Danielle's photoshoot.

I remembered what Darrell had said. To use the custom Photoshoot module that he'd created. I had done some reading on first person female dolls, and what they could do, but I had yet to use any of the packets myself. But I did know how they worked. As much as I was having fun in here, I at least wanted to try to be play nice so I could have a chance back inside Danielle. So I decided to do as I was told.

"System menu: Activate photoshoot module."

As soon as the words left my mouth I felt a strong sense of deja vu wash over me. I felt lightheaded - like something asserted power over my mind. Just like that I felt my body shift. I had always felt somewhat at home in Danielle, but now it was as if another personality had inserted itself above my own. Without any input from me, my body started to move. I had always felt somewhat at home in Danielle, but now, it was like I was watching someone else's movements. The person I had become was confident, self-assured, and had an effortless grace that made it clear that she was in control.

Just like that I knew I had to head to the shoot. It was the most important thing I needed right then. As if possessed, I stood up and walked out of the car and into the massive spanish style house.

"Hi Miriam!" I cheerily greeted the makeup artist and hairdresser as I stepped foot into the studio. "No, I hadn't heard that Kim was back after her baby!" My mouth moved almost automatically to respond in the conversation. I wondered where the knowledge had come from, but I didn't do anything as I felt myself stand up automatically and move toward the set.

"Hey Danielle!" Mike, the director, greeted me. "You look amazing as always. Miriam has your change of clothes and we'll get started." I couldn't tell if he was flirting but I felt my body telling me to ignore it, to be professional.

I went in the back room, hanging the bikini Miriam gave me on a hook before stripping down. I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, were my thighs really that big? And Miriam might have gotten a little too creative with the hairstyle. Without even a second glance at my perfect tits, I got dressed and went outside.

Posing was automatic, like I was possessed. I felt my body moving outside of my commands when the photographer shouted orders. I could control myself if I really tried, but the second I lost effort my body would snap back to the artificial personality and stick to the routine. I took photos for about 45 minutes, trying on a few different outfits before I really knew something was off.

Looking to the side, I saw my reflection in a mirror. My God. Not even a twinge down in my new cunt.

Before, I couldn't stop being turned on just by being in this body. But now, even looking at myself felt clinical, not causing a surge of desire as before. That bastard Darrell must have turned on a self-attraction block as part of the new module.

Well, fuck that. I only had so long in this bitch, and as a bitch, so I knew I wasn't about it.

My body wouldn't let me step away now. I made my body stand up, even though I felt an almost magnetic attraction back to the spot where I was. "Everything ok Danielle?" Mike asked. "I just need five minutes please?" I forced out as I moved into a room off to the side. "Ok, take five and come back in the next outfit."

Looking directly at myself, my fears were confirmed. I felt absolutely nothing. Being comfortable in this bitch was good for the shoot, but I wanted the never ending bliss of being a fully self-aware man in a latina's body at all times.

"System Menu: all modules off"

Instantly, I felt a weight lifted off my head. And just as instantly, I felt the horniness return. It was like my male brain had just been restarted, and realized "Oh yeah, those are two of the best knockers I've ever seen." Taking off her top, I was rewarded with those two tits right in my face. I reached down, letting my fingers squeeze against my budding clit before the desire spread up through my stomach and to my head.

"Ok. Just finish up this shoot and you can get off during lunch." I told myself. Reaching down to the new clothes, I fumbled around with the bikini top a little more than usual before remembering how I had done it hundreds of times. Ok. Back to the shoot. I started to step before...

Whoa! I felt completely off balance. Just like having tits was new to my male mind, so was moving around. But I had never had this problem before. What was happening? It was then that when I shut off all the modules, I had shut off more than just the photoshoot module. I remember Darrell saying something about a basic movement module. What was it called again?

"Danielle? Are you ready to keep going?" Mike asked. "Coming!" I said, trying my best Danielle impression. The module would have to wait.

FPF: Filling In 5

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I woke up in my own body, in the reclining seat in the closet, the metal helmet laying next to me sideways on the floor. I'd spent the better part of yesterday in Danielle's body, taking her body out before coming home and masturbating like a crazy woman. The ache in my dick reminded me how much I'd used my temporary female body's tits, hands and pussy to milk my cock for every drop it had. Danielle's body was heaven. The orgasms were ten times stronger when I got a dick inside, and I spent the whole night with pleasure rushing through me.

I saw the girl's body facedown on the bed, a mess of hair and tits and ass. That thick form that men lusted after, that I'd lusted after, as a man, from inside. Her thick hips and waist were so succulent I shuddered as I imagined experincing those dimensions again. Soon.

Now back inside my own body, I went downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal from my friend Darrell's kitchen. Today was the day of the big photoshoot, the real reason why he had lent me this body. If I wanted any chance at having a pussy again, I would need to do a good job. After trading out my life as a loser music store manager for a smokeshow latina model, I had started to think about how painful it would be when I needed to go back. That voice, those hips, those tits... how could I ever live my old life when I knew this existed.

After consuming three bowls (I had spent almost all day in Danielle), I headed upstairs to switch to girl mode. Throwing on the helmet, I felt tits slide off my chest as I woke up for the second time that day.

Feeling all the sensations my mind was now being fed made me get horny for what seemed like the thousandth time. Even though I needed to get ready, I reasoned I needed to get every orgasm I could out of this cunt while I had it. "OK, let's make this quick." I said to myself, smirking at the voice as I rolled out of bed to find something to pleasure this foamy pussy.

It turned out that the couch had just what I needed. It came in the form of a big throw pillow, which had a ridge that rode up between my pussy lips and onto my clit when I put it between my legs. I looked down, seeing acres of caramel leg laid out below me. I sighed as I pushed my body back and forth, building to an incredible, glorious peak, until...

I was interrupted by the blaring noise of a phone call. Snapping out of my trance, I bounded over to the phone, my chest jumping below my vision with each motion.

"Hi Darrell!" I said cheerily in my female voice."

"Jeez, it's weird hearing Danielle from outside." He replied. "Everything set for the shoot? You need to be there for hair and makeup in an hour."

"Yep, was just getting ready before you called" I lied. Didn't need him knowing how much mileage I'd been putting on this body.

"Ok, before you go, load up the photoshoot skills and female personality packages." Darrell instructed, a level of seriousness creeping into his voice. Just do exactly what they tell you. Don't go rogue or things could get weird, they might even find out I'm not a real chick! They tend to look the other way in porn and some small-time gigs, but this is a top magazine. They have a reputation to uphold."

...

"Marcus. Do you hear me?" He asked again.

"Oh yeah! Of course!" I didn't mention I had slipped my bra off and begun squeezing my tits.

"Ok. Please don't fuck this up bro. Start heading over soon. See ya." Darrell added before I heard the call end.

I headed upstairs, but I couldn't get the intoxicating pleasure out of my mind from the near-orgasm experience I'd had earlier, whose pleasure I'd kept alight by working my tits with my free hand during the entire phone call.

"I can't stop fucking thinking about cumming!" I said to myself as I walked over to the couch, this time stripping down so the pillow could directly stimulate my aching clit. Rubbing back and forth, I closed my eyes, thinking of Danielle. This body was amazing. When I was myself, I couldn't get images of Danielle out of my head. It turned out, that carried over to when I was in this female body too. Pleasuring an insatiable cunt while dreaming about the very body I wore created an unstoppable pleasure loop I couldn't escape. I was becoming addicted to this body, but at this point, I didn't really care. I was a junkie, craving the next orgasm at every waking moment.

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How is the series so far? What would you do if you were handed the keys to Danielle's body?

FPF: Filling In 4

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FPF: Filling In 3

Part 1 Part 2

After my marathon sex session, I knew I needed to get Danielle cleaned up. The shoot wasn't until tomorrow, but I had left her an absolute mess by cumming all over her tits and stomach. I quickly hurried back to the closet and jumped inside.

The first thing I felt after becoming Danielle once more was extreme horniness. Even though my male body was finished from the marathon sex session, this female one definitely wasn't. I was instantly overtaken by pulsating pleasure emanating from my vagina, which, while strong, seemed to be slowly fading.

I decided to jump in the bath since that would give me a chance to suds up those tits I love so much and finish what I had started.

Slinking down into the tub, I felt my tits bounce and shake. Grabbing them with my arms (they were too big to fit in a hand) I steadied them as I rested on a luxuriously padded ass.

Sliding downwards, I sunk deeper into the water. As I did, I was suprised to see my massive jugs bobbing upwards. "Seems like the "flotation devices" jokes are true." I laughed to myself as I felt the horniness from earlier come back to the surface. Time to go to town.

The simple squeeze of my tits was enough to reignite the flames inside me from earlier. Just looking down at my body was enough to cause twinges of desire, and feeling up tits, while feeling the sensations they gave me from being felt was enough to make my head throb with desire.

I slid my hand down below the water and for the first time felt my folds. Sliding between my lips, I ran my index finger along the length and was overcome by pleasure when I hit the top. Even though I had never seen a woman naked in real life, I still had a good feeling this was the clit from years of watching porn. I focused my efforts there, using two fingers to push and pull the tiny nub in little circles.

"Hnng" I involuntarily moaned in my new female voice as I pushed my body to a peak. Each rub of my clit sent a blast of pleasure through my form, the likes of which I had never felt as a guy. I reached a hand up to work one of my new incredible tits. The nipples seemed to be wired directly to my pussy and each pull, tweak or tap multiplied the pleasure I was feeling.

I stood up to grip the wall as I continued my assault on this new cunt. Sliding my hands further, I found my entrance wide open and willing. I pushed two fingers in experimentally, and my face instantly lit up in pleasure and disbelief at the intensity of the feeling that spread throughout my plush form. Incrementally, I began to speed up the pace until I was pumping my fingers into my canal as fast as my little muscles would let me. My tits were bouncing everywhere.

I kept pushing, feeling the pleasure reaching a peak. Looking up, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. There was Danielle, red faced, kneading her tits as she fingered herself. That busty latina getting herself off was like watching a live porno. But the best part was that busty latina in the mirror was me.

"ah ahhh AHHH!!" The thought sent me over the edge as I whited out in orgasmic bliss. I squatted before my legs gave out and I fell back in the tub, my thick thighs happily convulsing as I wrapped my tits with my free arm. The orgasm lasted forever. Time seemed to fade from existance as wave after wave of pleasure blasted me.

I laid back in the tub, my breath heaving. My head fell to one side, my tits hung and pulled me. I was completely spent and happy to lie in post-orgasmic bliss.

FPF: Filling In 2

Part 1

Later that week, I had come up to Darrell's apartment to discuss some more details for our. Darrell was himself now, and I could see Danielle's body laying lifeless in the bed.

"Ok, so here's her phone and id. The shoot is Friday at noon. Once you get there, load up the custom photoshoot module I made for you. It should load everything you need into her head." Darrell added, tapping Danielle's temple.

"Module? What do you mean by that. And how can I get access?" I responded. Even though I was very curious about First-Person Female dolls, I had never been in the position to use one.

"Sure." Darrell started. So modules are packages of skills or memories that you can pull from while you're in here. You activate them by saying "system menu" then the package you want to unlock. For example, the first time I was in there, I used the beauty skills module to do her hair and makeup perfectly."

I nodded in agreement, still trying to process that the busty latina body in front of me would be open for business soon.

"Now I need to show you how to get in and out." Darrell said. "This part's awesome, it's such a rush!" He sat down on the bed, pushed Danielle to the side and took a handful of her enormous tit. "I'm gonna miss you girls... treat Samson as well as you've treated me."

"Come on in and check this out."

I followed Darrell into a large walk in closet. There was a large reclining seat. A futuristic metal helmet sat on top, with the words "First-Person Female: Danielle" written on the side in small black letters. A woman's sillhouette stood next to it as the company's logo.

"When you want to get in, just put the helmet on and say "begin transmission". Your consciousness will automatically take over the doll." Darrell stated. "I've got to take off, but I'll be back in a week, so take good care of Danielle's body! Thanks again for doing this man. You're a lifesaver!"

I said goodbye and Darrell began to walk out. As I passed Danielle's body my heart began to thump again. Blood rushed to my penis. She was laying there, lifeless, mine for the taking.

I knew I would satisfy myself later to the memories of what her body looked like. Although I would be able to see a whole lot more when I was right there inside her frame.

Well, what was I waiting for. Time to dive headfirst into a busty latina body. I went into the closet, and grabbed the helmet. It was weighty, and had a number of metallic nodes on the inside which I imagined were what the computer used to interface with my brain. I set it on my head.

"Uhh... so what do I say again? Begin transmission?"

Boom. Darkness. I couldn't see, hear or feel anything. Then, boom again.

I was laying flat on my stomach with silky sheets surrounding me. I opened my eyes and took a sharp inhale. The pitch was off. Then again, everything felt slightly off. I leaned to the side, and whoa. I felt hair falling down into my view, and two incredible weights pulling my chest downward.

"Oh my..." I started before my hand came up to my mouth. Danielle's voice. It was mine now. "Testing. Testing. This is Danielle." I said aloud. The silky smooth voice coming back to me was tinged with my disbelief at what was unfolding.

Before turning over completely, I just took in the sensations. I felt the smooth bedsheets rubbing up against the massive tits below me. My legs felt thicker, my hips were definitely wider. I also noticed an unusual absence between my legs, feeling like something should be where there was nothing. Little strands of hair blocked my vision and when I went to swipe them away I noticed slender hands with painted nails.

I sat up fully and looked down. I knew what I was supposed to see, but I still couldn't believe it. "Holy shit. Danielle tits." I said in Danielle's voice as I peeked downwards. My mouth hung open in disbelief.

Two of the most incredible, juicy tits in the world were hanging off my chest. With a bit of apprehension, I poked one slightly, seeing the flesh move in around my slender finger. It was still soft, but firmer than I had imagined. After a few cautious pokes and grabs, I took the plunge and grabbed two incredible handfuls.

They were incredible. Danielle was weaker than me and they felt incredibly full and weighty. The fact that they extended so far from my body was new and alien to me. I smashed them up against my chest, pulled them apart, and even stuffed one in my mouth. I was a kid in a candy store with full and complete access to the tits I had jerked off to a hundred times.

While squeezing, I slid my hands forward toward the coffee brown nipples which stuck out like points. A soft pull was all it took to get a soft, feminine moan to escape my lips. Continuing the fun, I gave them a tight squeeze and pulled forward. The pain blended with the pleasure as I tested this new form's limits. I could only move them so far before the incredible weight of my tits pulled back and made it too much to bear. I laughed to myself, having the time of my life.

Looking down, I shifted my legs side to side, feeling some unfamiliar wetness below. I felt turned on, like really turned on. Reaching down, I felt my new pussy getting slicker by the second. It was then that I had an idea. I smirked with Danielle's face while kneading her tits, knowing what I was about to do. "System menu. End transmission."

I woke up as I heard Danielle's body falling backwards into bed. Walking back over. I saw it laying with its tits clutched in its hands just as I had been doing before.

I moved the hands away and grabbed a tit. It was incredible, still just as meaty and firm, but I couldn't feel the sensations. Reaching down to the pussy, it was still dripping wet from when I was in control.

Well, my dream woman was in front of me. The thought sent me into overdrive, and I ended up fucking her for what seemed like hours.

FPF: Filling In 1

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As I saw Darrell's name pop up on my phone, I wondered why he was calling me. It made some sense, because I was one of the few people he talked to after having his big falling out with Edgar. I was also one of the few people that knew his secret: the model Danielle Rivas was actually an advanced doll, called a First-Person Female doll, that Darrell owned and could wear whenever he wanted.

I'm Sammy, and one of Darrell's only friends. We met in high school during band class and were pretty much inseparable before graduating. Even though we were both unpopular, Darrell always showed promise in school, while I was happier playing Xbox than doing homework. Now, I work minimum wage at a music store while Darrell had gotten the blessing of having a sexy latina body to wear whenever he wanted from Edgar, that rich asshole. Even though our paths had diverged, we still considered each other friends.

Thats why when I accepted the facetime, I expected to see Darrell's face on the screen. Instead, I gulped and froze in my tracks when I saw Danielle's face smiling back at me. "Hey Sammy!" She said in her cute voice. The phone was far enough back that I could see everything. Even though I saw a busty model's form, I knew a 19 year old boy was at the controls. Danielle/Darrell motioned for me to come closer and leaned against the side of the pool.

With how effortlessly cute Danielle looked, I couldn't keep my composure. I had always found Danielle attractive, and once I found out that was actually Darrell in there, I couldn't help myself from buying her OnlyFans. The face and tits I had longed for so badly were inches away. This was only the second time I'd ever even seen Danielle in action. The other time, I was curious enough to ask Darrell how she worked. I was way too shy to mention how badly I wanted to take her for a spin.

"Uhm, hey Danielle, or Darrell, or, what should I call you by the way?" I asked hesitantly. "You can call me Danielle while I'm in here." Darrell replied. "You're one of the few that knows my little secret."

"Ok, uh Danielle." I responded. "What's up? And why do you look like, well, Danielle?" I asked.

"I know I normally try to keep this part of my life separate. But something's come up, and I need to ask some help from the person I can trust most. You." She said.

"Well, thanks, I guess." I said shyly. I was never one to take a compliment well. "What's the issue?"

"It's my Mom. She needs to get this medical procedure. Nothing serious, but I need to be there for her."

"So, you need me to watch the Doll while you're away? I mean, it is biological in origin so it probably will need some upkeep." I asked.

"That's the other issue. Danielle just got asked to go to a legit photoshoot. This could be my big break! She needs to be there." Danielle said. I stared back blankly. "Have you put two and two together yet?" She asked, leaning her head to one side.

"You want me to take care of your mom?" I replied, confused.

"No." She responded. "I want you to wear Danielle while I'm away, and go to the shoot for me."

I felt my stomach flutter and became lightheaded as soon as the words left her lips. I had considered the possibility, but didn't suggest it out of nervousness, or shyness, or intimidation at being in front of my biggest crush. Now, I had the chance to be my biggest crush.

"Uh, I uh, well, um..." my brain was short-circuiting, and I couldn't respond.

Slipping off her top, she added flirtatiously: "Think about it, these babies would be all yoursss".

Boy was I thinking about it. Too much. The horniness filling my brain sent me over the edge, and I fainted.