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?
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