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.